#me: hmm let me go into my inbox and see what i should draw

[butterbeb]

doodled my oc

[fandomsbyladymelodrama]

watch me go obsessed over the kiss meme for the lobsters either 17 and/or 26? ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

😱 -> Me panicking when I discover this unanswered ask in my inbox. WAIT WHAT WAS THE KISS MEME SALZRAND?? WHAT WAS IT I DON'T REMEMBER 😭😂😂 But also ummm what was I going to write that made me decide to wait on answering? 🤷‍♀️🙈 Ohhhhh the epic Jorleesi kiss stor(ies) that have been lost to the abyss of stolen time, where for art thou? Anyway, no idea if this works with either of those numbers 😂, but here, for your lobster-loving pleasure... ********************************* "Kiss me," she says, never above begging. Not for something she wants. "Not yet," he replies, with a grin, his steady grip on her hand tightening just slightly. "You're impossible," she shakes her head and rolls her eyes, but doesn't pull her hand from his. If anything she draws a little closer to his side, stretching up, while ghosting his lips. "What if we die before we get there, hmm? Then you'll regret not giving your lass her kiss, won't you?" "Desperately," he concedes, immediately, but he's set on what they've agreed to and his grin doesn't diminish, even if his cheeks turn a little pinker beneath his beard, as her lips accidently brush the stubble at the corner of his mouth. "Oh dear," she says, with her own grin, as she comes down from tiptoes and raises her eyebrows once, daring him to not follow. But they've travelled hundreds of miles to return to this spot and he won't tempt the gods' wrath by breaking an oath, even one made in lovers' mischief, even if it was to Daenerys that he made it in the first place. And even if she's more than ready for him to break it. "Kiss me," she says again, with an irrepressible grin gracing her own features. Sea winds spin strands of her silver hair across her face, prettily. He licks his lips, finding a little salt there, and lemons too, from the midday meal, so tempted... But patience is how he won her and patience is how he'll keep her. And a bet's a bet. An oath's an oath. And if he lets her win... Well, it wouldn't be the first time. Jorah compromises, nodding to the glittering, eastern shore they're bound for, "As soon as our feet touch that sand, Your Grace..." "That's not exactly what we agreed. But I'm glad to know you're seeing it my way," she replies, willing to accept the terms...of his surrender. And he's not one to quibble over details. Nor deny her at least a half-victory. The beach, the limestone arch, picturesque above those crashing blue-green waves, what's a hundred feet matter? To right a wrong from years ago... To kiss her here, at the beginning of all things. Where he should have kissed her first, as soon as he saw her. "I didn't say I'd kiss you," he teases, but she's beaming up at him, knowing the battle's already forfeit. From experience, she knows she's won. The winds are with them and their ship will find land soon, but he'll be lucky if he makes it to the beach. 😘

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 17]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, intercrural sex, lots ‘o teasing, dirty talk/the absolute tiniest bit of degradation, some cum play/cum eating, seungcheol having a kink for thighs/thigh highs 😳😗 welcome to the weekend my bbys!! I hope yall are having a good day/night!! Also again, another inbox roundup tomorrow(also an updates post)!! 💕 Might be a regular thing for the next 4-ish weeks ‘cause I have been so busy this month 😭 and I can’t believe there’s only 3 more chapters of CB left!! 😭😭 some bangers on the way tho LMAO 🤣 As always, thank you so much for the love and support!!💕💕 Have a great rest of your weekend and enjoy ch 17![cheol voice] seventeen right here 😌💕🍒 

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Seungcheol doubles over in laughter, tears blurring his vision as his laughs turn into quiet wheezes.

“God, this is so embarrassing.” Seokmin mutters; cheeks burning crimson when he glances over to Jeongguk who shrugs back. “Maybe I really should quit…”

Jeongguk scoffs jokingly, “Maybe you shouldn’t have lied. No offense, but all the staff here probably have at least seen her before and you just so happened to lie to her actual boyfriend. That’s honestly really lucky if you ask me! You should buy a lotto ticket!” Seokmin whines back, shifting on his heels as he watches Seungcheol start to wipe the tears away.

“Hyung, can you please take this Edible Arrangements I got you so I can go ask Namjoon-hyung to fire me?” This only causes Seungcheol to laugh harder and this time, Jeongguk can’t help the giggle that bubbles past his tightly pursed lips.

“Please!” Seokmin begs, shaking the basket of skewered fruit at the older male. “I heard the diner across down is still hiring, I can still save the rest of my dignity if I leave now!”

Seungcheol shakes his head, eyelashes wet with tears when he takes the gift from Seokmin’s hands to place it on the countertop of the concession stand. “Hate to break it to you but she works there and one of the staff is also one of her regulars so I think your best bet is workin’ here. Embarrassment and all.”

“So, okay… But you’re not mad?”

Jeongguk peels the cellophane off of the basketed fruit, looking to Seungcheol for permission before he takes a skewer. “Go ahead. And no, I’m not mad. If anything I should apologize too, I shouldn’t have let you keep lying when I already knew. But also, to be fair, we weren’t really… official ‘til recently.” Seungcheol shoots the younger male a sheepish smile; cheeks a pretty pink of their own. “And it’s kinda been nice meeting you guys too. It’s great to know you’re not all weirdos.”

Seokmin laughs lightly, breathing a sigh of relief. “Okay, cool, ‘cause this place pays really well and I’d hate to stop working here and you guys are a lot cooler than the coworkers I had before.” He rolls his eyes jokingly, leaning up against the countertop as he picks off a strawberry from the basket.

“Don’t even get me started on this coworker I had at the last place. His name was Mingyu, I think? Suuuuuch a kissass. I had to move to manning the register at all times just so I could avoid him pickin’ his nose in the backroom and then pretending like he was doin’ shit.”

“Hey, Seungcheol-hyung?”

Seokmin’s inquisitive voice has Seungcheol turning; setting the rollerskates in his hand down onto the bench. “Yeah?”

“Do you think it’s weird that we’re, like, watching your girlfriend?” He tilts his head in thought, eyes blinking up to the ceiling. “I don’t want to overstep or something if it’s weird, y’know? I’ve been thinking about what Jeongguk said earlier...”

Seungcheol grins back at him, eyes twinking. He’d also thought about that before too, when he first found out that Jeongguk had also watched your streams.

“I don’t really mind ‘cause at the end of the day, it’s you watching me fucking my girlfriend.”

“Well, I’m glad he took it… well?” You giggle, tugging the white thigh high up your leg.

Seungcheol pulls off his shirt as he sits on the edge of the bed; tossing the wrinkled material onto the floor as he laughs under his breath.

“He did give me an Edible Arrangements while I laughed so hard I cried. I think he’s learned his lesson.”

xcaliburDK: good news, i didnt quit!!

chwenon: i was gonna say

chwenon: u literally started like last week

universe_WZ has donated $75

angelhan has donated $75

therealchan99 has donated $50

therealchan99: u look rly pretty in ur white set!!!

“Aww, thank you! It’s one of my favorites~ And ‘xcaliburDK’, I’m glad you didn’t quit!” You wink at the camera, giggling softly in Seungcheol’s lap as he peppers kisses along your shoulder.

A shiver runs up your spine at his gentle touches and you easily melt under his soft kisses and roaming fingertips. He ghosts them across your breasts, teasing you through the thin lace as you mewl and squirm against his cock that’s pressed firm against your ass. “A-ah, S--Seungcheol…”

tangerine_kwan: she looks so happy now that she can call ur name out lol

alphagyu97: now i cant pretend its me tho

gentleman_josh95: i mean i guess but are u even built like him

alphagyu97: well

Your body slowly starts to fill with warmth; soft stuttered breaths falling from your lips when he drags his fingers down your torso until they play with the hem of your panties. “M-more… tease me m-more…” He grins against your shoulder; hooking a finger around the waistband of your panties and tugging it away from you before letting it snap against your skin.

“‘Cheol!” Whining, your legs snap shut on impulse as you feel a gush of wetness soaking into your panties.

“Ah, ah, ah, part those legs, princess. Don’t make me have to punish you.”

kitty_junjun: no thats what the shibari stream is for right? Right? 😩

artist8hao: is that really happening bc i want to see it

alphagyu97: u guys should do it and think of it as like a rebrand of the channel ykwim

hoshi_tiger_xx: jdfkjhf like a grand re-opening under new management

therealchan99: what is this, a restaurant?

chwenon: u guys should come up with a new channel name too or sth

Seungcheol manages to read off a few of their comments; committing some to memory knowing that your eyes were still sealed shut as you focused on his soft touches.

He drags his fingers down further, humming when he can already feel how wet you were getting. “Hmm~ Already soaked through your pretty panties, baby~” Your head rolls back against his shoulder, nodding gently as you start to grind against the fingers that he uses to press into your clothed, wet folds.

“F-feels good w-when you, ah, t-tease me…”

Unbeknownst to you, Seungcheol smirks, eyes twinkling at the camera. “You really like it, huh? When I just touch you gently like this. Not enough to get you off but just enough to get you soaking wet until you’re begging for my cock.” He pauses; pressing a soft kiss to your skin. “I wanna try something with you, pretty baby~”

You gulp as you raise your head from his shoulder and he retracts his hands from your body as you shift your body and slightly turn to the side to face him.

Seungcheol’s eyes are blown wide with lust and you can already feel his cock throbbing against your lower back as he smiles dreamily at you.

“I think you’ll like it too.”

A stuttered moan falls from your lips as Seungcheol’s cock slides past your tightly clasped, yet shaky, thighs.

“O-oh, ‘Cheol, this--this is…” The words die on your tongue as your head falls forward and Seungcheol is quick to reprimand you, just as he draws his hips back.

“Baby, I want you to watch yourself on the screen. I want you to see your cute face while I tease your pretty body.” He moans; thrusting between your wet thighs as your hazy eyes peer at the laptop’s screen. Your lips are swollen and your pupils are blown wide when you catch yourself and you can see the head of Seungcheol’s cock only just breaching past your clamped thighs when he thrusts forward.

You let out a guttural moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he alternates between thrusting between your thighs and letting his cock slide against your soaked, panty-clad mound. 

He hadn’t bothered to undress you at all, but you didn’t mind. The material of your panties only added onto the pleasure with every drag of his cock against you.  

Seungcheol teases you even more; dragging his hands down to your thigh highs and letting his fingertips play right underneath the hems before pulling the material away from your thighs and letting them snap against your skin, much like he’d done with your panties.

“Ah, fuck, m-more! P-please…” He repeats the action a few more times, playing with the sheer fabric of your thigh highs before he draws his hips back. Except this time, when you expect him to thrust back between your legs, he wraps a hand around his cock instead, guiding himself until the head of his cock is rubbing up against the sheer fabric.

“Fuck, you’d look so pretty with cum all over your pretty thighs. I should cum all over your panties and your white ‘lil thigh highs and get them all soaked. Don’t you think they’d be cute? Sticking to you like a second skin? Translucent ‘n soaked through with my cum?” He laughs under his breath, watching through the laptop screen at the way you bite your lip and furrow your brows at the thought.

“I--I want t-that… I want S--Seungcheol t-to make, ngh, a m-mess…”

angelhan: i kno we say this all the time but can u upload some pics of that later

angelhan has donated $75

universe_WZ: seconded cuz thatd look so fuckin hot

universe_WZ has donated $50

alphagyu97 has donated $75

alphagyu97: fuck, like a lil angel covered in cum

Seungcheol teases you and himself at the same time; rubbing his cock against your fabric-clad thighs. He spreads precum onto the material, licking his lips when it already becomes translucent and sticks to your skin.

He positions his cock back between your thighs once he’s had his fill and quickly finds himself doubling his pace when he sees how wet you’re getting his cock without even having taken your panties off. “God, look at you. I don’t even need to fuck you to get you this wet. You just need to rub your ‘lil cunt against my cock and it’s enough for you, huh? I should make you sit on my lap, rub your pretty ‘lil pussy on my cock ‘til you’re cumming over and over again.”

“Ngh, yes! Fuck, Seungcheol! I--I can feel your c-cock throbbing between my l-legs… Please, please c-cum, mmh, all over my s-skin…”

“That’s right, baby. So fuckin’ desperate to be covered in it too. And always so fuckin’ pretty when you are.”

You let out a whimper as you try to focus on watching yourself just like Seungcheol had asked you to. Your lips are parted in soft breaths and you can’t seem to unfurrow your brows as Seungcheol chases his pleasure behind you.

angelhan: what if

angelhan: seungcheol in thigh highs lmao

universe_WZ: sub.cheol

sleepy_wonu: sub.cheol

universe_WZ: jinx

sleepy_wonu: fuck u 

You lick your lips at the thought; although you knew Seungcheol would have a hard time relinquishing his dominating nature.

But your mind wanders as you continue to think about it; various images of Seungcheol tied up underneath you while you fucked yourself on his cock running through your mind. You let out a shaky moan, to which Seungcheol hums.

“What are you thinkin’ about, princess?”

“Um… ah, n-nothing…” He thrusts between your legs hard, making you jolt forward as you yelp.

“Princess...”

“I--ah! J-just thinking a-about… y-you tied up, ngh, to--to the bed and m-me fuh--fucking myself on your c-cock… ‘n me u-using, mmh, my toys o-on you...” Seungcheol smirks, pulling his cock from between your shaky thighs as he slightly pushes you over until you're on your back.

He spreads your legs as you look up at him and he’s quick to wrap a hand around his cock as he jerks himself off above you. “Oh, I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you? I bet you’d be so cute trying to be the domme for a night.” Seungcheol teases.

You find yourself clenching around emptiness as you think of the possibilities. You definitely wanted to try it if Seungcheol was willing.

“Fuck, but first, gonna cover your pretty body with my cum.” He groans; thrusting up into his palm as he chases his high.

“C-cum all over me, Seungcheol…”

The donations and comments sound off in the back as you maintain eye contact with Seungcheol who’s brows furrow when he starts to feel himself about to cum. He scoots back a little; growling when his cock throbs in his grasp and he cums all over your, already, soaked panties.

You let out a moan when rivulets of cum hit your lower abdomen and you’re quick to reach down and scoop some up to bring to your mouth, smearing the warm substance against your puckered lips before licking it off. Whimpering, you dip your fingers into your mouth; this time pretending they were Seungcheol’s instead of your own.

He guides his cock until the head is aimed at your thighs; streaks of cum settling into the sheer material of your thigh highs. “God, you’re so damn pretty...” Groaning, he milks his cock for every drop of cum before he’s stopping to catch his breath.

“You came so much but I didn’t cum yet, ‘Cheol~” Pouting, you turn your head to the side to face the camera. “Tell him he has to make me cum now~”

kitty_junjun: well u heard the lady!!

hoshi_tiger_xx: make her cum and let her cream her cute lil panties even more

therealchan99: oh fuck yeah, get her off without fucking her cute cunt

Seungcheol leans over your body until the two of you are almost face to face, eyes twinkling with playfulness when you feel his sticky hand playing with your thigh highs again.

“D’you hear that? Let’s give them what they want, baby.”

The sounds of donations and comments once again get lost as Seungcheol finds himself on his knees between your legs.

“Ready?”

When you slide into bed after your camshow’s ended and Seungcheol has properly taken care of you, he’s quick to tug you into his chest. 

The two of you let out soft sighs at the warmth that envelopes you both as you finally start to settle in for the night.

After a few minutes, Seungcheol clears his throat, catching you just before you drift off to sleep.

“This is so random but have you considered, I dunno, rebranding your channel… with me? I was thinking about it and kinda wanted your opinion...”

You blink up curiously at him, urging him to continue. “I mean, yeah, of course! I don’t really know where to start though since it’s always just been me. And to be honest, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to either so I never brought it up.” You snuggle into his warmth, yawning as the sleep threatens to take over.

“But let’s talk about it later, ‘cause ‘m tired now, ‘Cheol. You really didn’t have to make me cum twice…” You mumble, “I can still feel my legs shaking...”

His soft laugh reverberates in your chest and he’s quick to press a kiss against your hair as he tugs you in closer.

“It’s ‘cause I like to spoil you. And okay. I’ll remind you when you’re more conscious.”

“G’night, ‘Cheol...”

“Goodnight, baby.” 

[twistedlymad]

Hi!! I really love your Twisted Wonderland stories!! They make so happy!! I love the way you write the characters! If you’re still taking requests could I plz have a story of MC and the gang playing truth or dare where Grimm asks MC if she has a crush on anyone to get at the boys? And MC won’t tell so the boys try everything they can to see who she likes? I leave the ending in your hands! I understand if you won’t accept this request but if you do then I’ll be so happy!! Ok thanks YOUREAWESOME!!

Okay, let’s settle something first. And that is: I am NOT awesome.

You guys are the true awesome ones! You guys have so many ideas! My inbox is filled with requests of which I never knew could happen! Thank you all <3

Also, I have never fully immersed myself into a game of truth and dare :’) And now I’m writing a story on something I’ve played but not full heartedly. The irony is strong :’)

Thank you for requesting this story! I do hope it lives up to your expectations! Thank you again and have a lovely day!!

What if you played Truth or Dare? (Ft. Grim, Ace, Deuce, Sebek, Jack and Epel) (Riddle, Vil, Lilia and Ruggie are mentioned)

“Fgnaaaaa (Y/N), I’m bored.” Grim said while laying on your lap. You and him were doing your homework in your dorm.

“I know, but, when we finish, we can go out and meet up with the others. I’ll even throw in a can of tuna or two. How does that sound?” You said, trying to coax the furball into doing his homework.

“When you put it that way!! Fgnaaaa!” And the furball was more excited to do his work. You gave him a head pat and continued on your own work.

After about an hour or two, you two had finished your homework. You sighed and closed your book, you turned to see Grim dozing off to dreamland. You shook your head, giggling and gently nudged him awake.

“Come on you furball, it’s almost time to get dinner, we don’t want the others to worry about us right?” You said, picking Grim up and placing him on your head. Grim yawned a little before going to sleep on your head.

You had a nice little walk to the crowded cafeteria, when you arrived, you saw your friends sitting at a table not far from you. They were chatting with smiles on their faces while you went and grabbed yours and Grim’s food. After doing so, you went over to the table where your friends were sitting and sat yourself down.

“(Y/N)!!” The others called for you and you just shushed them. They were puzzled until you pointed to the sleeping furball on top of your head. They looked at each other before nodding and snickering. You smiled and slowly set the sleeping furball down on your lap and took a bite out of your dinner.

“So, how is everyone doing?” You asked your friends and multiple groans were heard.

“Riddle made me feed the flamingos wearing pink again today!!” Ace said with a sigh.

“I had to change the color of roses in the garden to white for the whole day.” Deuce said, taking a sip out of his drink.

“Ruggie-senpai dragged me around the whole school looking for Leona-senpai… Turns out he was sleeping in a tree at Main Street. I wasted a whole afternoon doing that.” Jack said.

“Hah! You guys don’t even know what is true hardship. Vil and Rook taught me on ‘fine dinning’ and ‘proper table manners’ the whole day! I don’t get it! IT’S FOOD SO YOU SHOULD JUST EAT IT.” Epel said, the last part in anger. You patted him gently as a gesture to calm him down.

“Malleus-sama was nowhere to be found when school ended, so me and that stupid Silver spent the entire day searching for him. We could’ve been done earlier if that human wasn’t so slow. I can’t believe he can let Malleus-sama out of his sight!” Sebek said.

“Ehh? Didn’t you also let Malleus-senpai out of your sight?” Epel asked the Diasomnia first year. The latter froze a little.

“N-No. Malleus-sama’s class wasn’t near mine at all today. It’s clearly that human’s fault.” Sebek said.

“Sebek, I’m sure Silver-senpai didn’t mean it. It’s just that Tsu- I mean, Malleus-sama likes taking walks around the school without anyone knowing, right?” You said, in hopes of calming down your friend.

“Hmm… Maybe you’re right, but still-” Sebek tried to argue but you cut him off.

“Sebek, it’s alright, mistakes happen all the time, let it go.” You said and sent a smile to him.

“A-Alright.” Sebek said, going back to his meal.

“You know what? Since you all had such a terrible day, let’s do something after dinner to clear your minds of it!” You suggested to your friends, their eyes lit up after you’ve said so.

“Yea!! But, what should we do?” Ace asked.

“How about a game?” Deuce said.

“What game?” Jack immediately asked. The 6 of you were brainstorming until Epel decided to speak up.

“How about Truth or Dare?” The Pomefiore first year piped up. You all took looks at each other before nodding.

“Sounds fun!” Ace said with a smirk.

“I’m in.” Deuce said, taking a bite out of his dinner.

“W-Well, it is just a game… I guess I’ll join since I have nothing better to do.” Jack said, his ears drooping slightly.

Alas, the only one who didn’t give a response was Sebek. So, you, Ace and Epel looked at him with the most adorable puppy eyes the 3 of you could muster. Jack was slightly confused but he has a gist of what you all were trying to do. Sebek looked at the 3 of you, his face slightly paling.

“W-Wha-“ Poor Sebek couldn’t even finish asking before you cut him off.

“Join our game Sebek!” You pleaded.

“It’ll be fun! We promise!” Ace continued after you. After the two of you had said this, you, Ace and Epel bombarded Sebek with the word ‘please’ over and over again.

“F-FINE! STOP YOUR PLEADING!” Sebek said, finally caving in to you, Ace and Epel’s chants of ‘please’. The three of you high fived each other and did a little cheer. Your cheering just so happened to wake Grim up from his nap.

“Fgnaaaaa…. What’s wrong with you people? Can’t you let a monster like me take a good nap for once?” Grim said as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. You giggled and petted Grim.

“Sorry Grim, but we were just excited! We’re playing truth or dare later.” You said, running your fingers through the creature as if you were to groom him.

“Truth or Dare? What’s that?” Grim asked you. You let out a small gasp.

“Grim… You… You don’t know what’s Truth or Dare?” You asked back the creature. He looked at you tiredly and shook his head.

“It’s like, the most common game ever to play with friends! You must’ve heard of it before!” Ace said to the furball.

“No, I have never heard of such game.” Grim replied the orange-haired student with a yawn.

“Well, you can see us play around before joining in later.” You said, handing him a can of tuna. “I remember owing you this.” The furball’s eyes lit up with sparkles.

“Fgnaaaaaaa!! Yes!!!!” Grim did a little happy dance and started to work his way into the can.

“So, where are we going to play later?” Sebek asked you all.

“Not Heartslabyul.” Ace said. “I cannot imagine enjoying the game with Riddle there.”

“Not Savanaclaw either. We can’t have a peaceful moment to ourselves there.” Jack said, shaking his head.

“Definitely not Pomefiore, unless you want our game session to turn into a makeover session.” Epel added on.

“Diasomnia isn’t the best option either. I’m pretty sure Lilia-senpai would interrupt us constantly.” Said Sebek.

“Well, I guess that just leaves my dorm right?” You said, laughing a little. “Then it’s settled then! We’ll have a small game session at Ramshackle Dorm. Now, hurry up and finish your dinner guys.” You ordered the boys as you finished your own dinner.

When they did, you all walked back to your dorm together, along the way, you guys had a nice little chat about what Professor Trein’s homework and how Lucius has a big influence on the class. The cat couldn’t help but meow at the end of each of the professor’s sentence. Ace even made fun of Deuce who meowed along once because he was half asleep then. When Deuce tried to defend himself by saying it was actually Lucius who made the sound and not him, Ace fired back at him saying that he was literally looking at him while he made the sound. Poor Deuce immediately turned red as the rest of you laughed. It’s okay, you comforted him after laughing for almost a minute.

Soon after, you arrived at your humble Ramshackle Dorm. You let everyone into the lounge and you guys started to discuss about the game that you were going to play. You guys decided to draw sticks to see who will go first. In the end, you had drawn the longest stick therefore you would start the game first.

“Alright then, let’s begin! Epel, truth or dare?” You asked your first victim and so the madness had begun.

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After a few rounds of Truth or Dare, you had ended up with Epel being punished to wear a pink dress and his hair was in an up-do. Ace and Deuce had been punished to switch places, their personalities, the marks on their eyes and even their clothes had been switched. Jack was dared to have makeup on his face, from mascara to lipstick, you name it, beauty products littered everywhere on his face, his tail was in a big braid as a dare. Sebek’s whole body was covered in glitter, everytime he moved, glitter would flutter off from his body, he was also punished to speak in hushed tones.

Yeah, let that sink in.

And for you, you just had to be in an uncomfortable pose. You were feeling pretty sore too, who would’ve thought you would have to do the game standing up with only one leg supporting you while one of your hands were stuck to your waist and the other on top of your head. This was a dare made by Sebek out of all people, and you can only leave the pose when someone else calls out your name. So, yeah, you were ABSOLUTELY SORE.

“I think I know how to play this game now!!” Grim suddenly yelled out.

“Final- I mean, good for you Grim! I have to be nice to everyone if I want to be an honor student!” Ace said to Grim, mocking Deuce who was clearly irked by this.

“Fgnaaaaaa! Why wouldn’t I know how to play? I am The Great Grim after all!!” Grim laughed out.

“Well, I guess you should get a turn, go on then, pick a student and ask them Truth or Dare.” Epel said.

“Hmmm… (Y/N) then!” Grim looked at you and you finally collapsed onto the ground.

“Thank you Gri-“ You were cut off by the furball.

“Truth, or Dare?” You looked at him with widen eyes.

“Hmm… I’m never doing dare again… So, truth!” You said, not moving from your position at all because you were too tired.

“Alright, Truth eh?” Grim said, putting a paw underneath his chin to make it look like he’s thinking of something. After a few seconds of ‘thinking’ the furball had come up with the question.

“I got it!!” Grim yelled. “Who do you have a crush on in this school?” Everybody froze.

Grim, no, you just… You just started a war.

“Hey! How about I switch okay? I choose Dare instead!!” You frantically yelled out.

But Grim already made up his mind.

“Alright then, I dare you to tell us your crush.” Grim said to you and your eye twitched. You got to hand it to the furball, that was one smart move.

“Argh! NO! I won’t say anything!” You said, crossing your arms and turning away from your friends.

“Hey! You didn’t let me do anything else than wear this stupid dress!” Epel argued with you.

“Guys, guys, no. If (Y/N) is acting so defensive, it must mean she has a crush.” Ace said. The boys looked at you while you slowly shrunk yourself.

“(Y/N), it is a dare.” Jack barely said for his face was too heavy with the amount of makeup on.

“Yeah (Y/N) come on, tell us! I as the troublemaker need to know because I’m dumb!” Deuce said, mocking Ace.

Truth be told, the boys treated each other like enemies when Grim asked the question as they each wanted to be your ‘crush’, they knew that everyone had spent their fair share of time with you and you must have a favorite, right?

So, with what Deuce had said, it seemed like a direct attack to Ace. And let me tell you, Ace was not happy at all.

“HEY! I HAVE BETTER GRADES THAN YOU!” Ace fired back to his dorm mate.

“SO?! IT’S NOT LIKE YOU’RE SMART IN YOUR EVERYDAY CHOICES!”  Deuce yelled back.

“GUYS STOP.” Sebek said, getting in between them.

“Fine! Just because I don’t want to be covered in glitter as well.” Ace said.

“Hmph! Me neither!” Deuce said.

“Wait… Where’s (Y/N)?” Epel asked out. Everyone turned to where you sat only to find air there.

You see, while everyone was busy watching/stopping the fight between Ace and Deuce, you had sneakily taken off and ran straight for your dorm’s front door.

“(Y/N)!!! YOU CAN’T ESCAPE!!” Epel yelled as he and the others started to run after you.

“NO! FREEDOM IS NEAR!” You yelled and opened the door and ran out of it. As you just left your dorm’s front yard, you saw the boys were already on their way chasing after you. Grim was also with them but he had a spot on Deuce’s shoulder.

So, you ran, with a bunch of ridiculously looking boys on your tail.

“Guys, we should circle her instead, so, split up!” Sebek told his friends. The others nodded and branched off. You turned your head to see only Sebek running at you at full speed. You gulped slightly before picking up your pace.

“(Y/N)! This could’ve been easier if you’ve just did the dare!” Sebek yelled at you.

“Over my dead body!!” You shouted back and took a sharp left at the end of a hallway, leading you to Main Street.

But when you arrived, you saw something pink slowly walking towards you. You widen your eyes as you realized that it was Epel in front of you. You turned your head to the left to find Jack slowly approaching you from that side. Your right was being approached by the two Heartslabyul boys so escaping from there isn’t an option. You also felt a presence behind you and you already knew who it was.

And with that, you were trapped. Escape was impossible then.

Or so you thought.

“Now, (Y/N), be a good little student who accepted a dare and tell us…” Ace said smugly.

“Yeah, no backing out (Y/N).” Deuce continued. You were overwhelmed.

“F-Fine! I’ll talk, I’ll talk!” You said, covering your blushing. The boys all thought you looked adorable in that state. Could you blame them? You were looking all flustered and red and adorable while hiding her blushing face. Nothing could stop them from blushing slightly as well.

“Okay…” You said, taking a deep breath. The boys leaned in to you, wanting to hear more of your slightly trembling voice.

“My crush is-“

Ah, you were cut off. By a few voices actually.

“ACE! DEUCE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IS IT?!”

“EPEL! IS THAT YOU?! WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE EVIL QUEEN ARE YOU WEARING?!”

“Jack!! I need your help back at Savanaclaw!! Leona isn’t helping me!!”

“My oh my, if it isn’t Sebek, you know, Malleus would be disappointed.”

Yes, two dorm leaders and two vice dorm leaders were slowly walking to your group.

“Dorm Leader Rosehearts!” Ace and Deuce yelled to a red-looking Riddle.

“You two! It’s already curfew! If you don’t get back to your dorm in the next five minutes… IT’S OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!” Ace and Deuce’s eyes widen and ran at full speed to their dorm.

“Bye (Y/N)!! We’ll see you tomorrow!!” Ace and Deuce said as they ran back to Heartslabyul with Riddle following behind them, but of course Riddle walked slowly instead.

“EPEL!!!” Vil had yelled for his first-year. Epel let out a small groan before turning to look at Vil.

“What?” Your friend responded to his dorm leader.

“What in tarnation are you wearing?!” Vil questioned.

“Are you blind? It’s a dress.” Epel said with a straight face.

“Don’t make me slap you again. Come, we must go back to Pomefiore and get you out of this horrible outfit.” Vil said and dragged Epel away.

“I’ll see you tomorrow (Y/N).” Epel managed to say while being dragged back to his dorm by Vil.

“Jack! Didn’t you hear what I said?!” Ruggie was approaching Jack. “I told you that- HAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT’S GOING ON WITH YOUR FACE?!?!” Ruggie couldn’t help himself as he turned Jack around only to be greeted with a makeup filled face.

“Yeah, yeah, you need my help right? Let’s just go now.” Jack said, dragging a laughing hyena upperclassman with him. “Bye (Y/N).” Said the wolf to you.

“My… Sebek… What a sight to see you like this.” Sebek froze for a good few seconds before turning around.

“Lilia-sama…” Sebek muttered in a low tone.

“I wonder how Malleus would react to this.” Lilia said and Sebek’s eyes widen.

“N-NO, MALLEUS-SAMA MUSN’T KNOW!” Sebek yelled.

“Then, I suggest you better hurry back to your dorm before he catches you.” Said Lilia with a small smirk on his face.

“We will meet again tomorrow (Y/N)!” Sebek said before rushing back to his dorm.

“Bye (Y/N)~” Lilia said to you before going back to his dorm himself.

After everyone were gone, you let out a breath you didn’t even knew you were holding.

“Fgnaaaaa… I only played one round though.” Grim said, as he plomped himself on your shoulder.

“I think one round is enough for you.” You said and started to walk back to Ramshackle Dorm.

“But seriously (Y/N), who is your crush?” Grim asked with curiosity.

“I don’t need a crush, I have you after all.” You said to Grim, patting his head.

“But but!” Grim asked further.

“No buts, either you stop asking about my crush or you don’t get to have tuna for the next few days.” You said with a stern tone.

“Fine…” Grim said and the two of you slowly made your way back to Ramshackle Dorm.

[destiniesfic]

Not a ~blow-up-*Twitter*-inbox'-sorta night, so I'm just gonna dump this here and hope it's okay: 1. "Kills the lead actor and takes his place onstage to sing this with Christine" oH?? YOU DON'T SAY👀👀

[Does she know?Does she find out during the song,when she removes his mask?Is that what the fear actually represents]

Kay,so I've watched both versions of PTPONR &while I personally prefer Emmy Rossum's...everything [she plays it as ~I think I'm having an Awakening~ mid-song;thrilled at times+ that "I've decided" (intense eye contact) and esp "In my mind I've already imagined" *as her eyes roll back* HMM 👀👀 ], I'm guessing the other interpretation'd be a better fit for Jinx?Like Christine literally takes centre stage here from the get-go-in control,in power, all about that sensual energy [HIS HANDS - shaking as she sings&draws closer, as if her voice is beckoning to him and he physically cannot resist it,has to answer somehow

+ Touch-starved- she grabs them,intertwines their fingers- I'mfineI'mfineI'mfine]+ her fear +his heartfelt plea/ "Say you'll share with me"-😭[this guy really is the vastly superior singer] ; it's cool that they really went all in on the Death+Maiden aspect,too]

Also watched the other clip,and: "so many candles"+ OH,that's what inspired the boat ride [just randomly gonna note the way he takes her hands to help her out of the boat as they can't look away from each other] tra la la.

-the "kingdom" of music thing and his wanting her to serve it- veeeery interesting

-that said: I really appreciate your emphasis on *her*, at the end of the snippet.

[It does sound like I should watch it. And I will, esp if you're pitching camp here]

YAYYY PLAYLIST ANON AGAIN. Don't miss that I answered the second part of your ask first! Let's talk Phantom, with not SO many spoilers because I do think you should consume it for yourself, whichever version you choose:

I DO VERY MUCH SAY, YES. Sorry, that is a spoiler, it happens pretty late in the show, but yes that is what he does, all so he can sing a horny song with his crush.

Does Christine know it's him — that depends on the version we're talking about! I am reasonably sure that in the film version she knows it's him right away (because he looks different from the guy who's supposed to be singing the song, lol, and you can SEE most of him in that outfit!) whereas in the stage version I sent she definitely doesn't know for certain until late in the song, and that is why she's afraid.

I think Emmy Rossum did a great job as Christine too (and she was only 17 there!). But the two actresses play the roles pretty differently. Emmy is playing this like an ~awakening~ and subtly, and the other actress is exaggerating because she is onstage so she kind of has to. But she's also really leaning into the fact that Christine is playing a part in an opera, so part of her being very up front and in control is that, well, she is being a character! The character he wrote for her. 😏 (The actress does this at other times when Christine is playing a part, really leaning into the role, and I think it's kind of fun.) THE SHAKING HANDS REALLY GET ME... Ramin Karimloo (the vastly superior singer) is so good.

The boat is very famous as being one of the Things from Phantom. Stage boat! Stage boat! Stage boat! Get you a man who will ferry you in a boat across the underground lake to his secret lair.

"the "kingdom" of music thing and his wanting her to serve it" I mean he does want that, but he also wants to make out with her face, so when he's like "I only brought you here to sing" he is not being truthful. SIR.

JOIN US (me) (in this darkness which you know you cannot fight)

Thank you for playing, that is all. ♥️

[alyss-spazz-penedo]

So this is not actually the next part of the unedited v!Wind fic but I got the sweetest anon ask in my inbox and like, suddenly *m o t i v a t i o n,* y’know?

So have this sort-of one-shot, set in some nebulous hypothetical future of that fic. Idr if I’d brought up the possibility of Phantom traveling with the boys before (I really need to find time to reread what I’ve written), but this would be set after they'd been past that point for a while.

Nonny, I hope you enjoy <3 This one’s for you! (And the amazing @w1lmutt, of course.)

TW: cursing, bleeding and self-inflicted harm. Nothing graphic, I promise. (Also, the hero boys being stupid martyrs, but that’s practically par for the course.)

They manage to make it to camp before Phantom explodes.

"What the fuck, old man!" the boy snarls. He grabs Time by the collar and drags the taller man down to his level. Time lets him, which only serves to incite the boy further. "What the hell do you think I am? Some kind of charity case?" He spits.

Time says nothing. He doesn’t even have the decency to wince when Phantom jostles his broken arm.

"Look. At. Me!" the boy demands, punctuating each word with a small, ineffectual shake. "I am more than just another one of your failures! I make my own damn choices! I can deal with their consequences! You are not responsible for me, who the fuck do you think you are?"

Time shakes his head, still too calm to be doing their youngest’s temper any favors. He doesn’t look at Phantom like the boy’s a perfectly capable hero in his own right, and Phantom cannot stand that. "I understand that you-" the man begins.

Phantom decks him.

"That’s enough!" The others step in then, pulling them away from each other. Time, however, won’t stop looking at him like that.

Phantom rips himself away, snarling. He needs to get out of here.

He stalks off before he can do something really rash, like go for his sword.

~o0o~

"You here to lecture me?"

Phantom kicks his feet in the air from the branch he’s perched on, eerily reminiscent of the first time the heroes had met him. His eyes are dark.

"Not gonna lie, I was expecting the captain or the puppy," the boy drawls.

Four sighs. With a quick burst from his Roc’s cape, he climbs his way up to a branch nearby, settling so they’re vaguely facing each other. "You did go too far."

"Fuck off," Phantom growls, jabbing his blade at Four threateningly. “He was asking for it.”

Four eyes the blade, then its wielder. "You shouldn’t point that at someone you don’t intend to use it on. It’s a weapon, not a toy."

"If you think I’m merely playing around, then man have I got unpleasant news for you."

Four sighs. "I know being babied sucks, but watch what lines you cross," he tells the younger boy bluntly.

"Oh, shut up. What would you know?"

"Who do you think got the brunt of the group’s mother-cucco tendencies before you came along?" Four points out, dry. In the ensuing silence, he ticks off, "I'm the shortest of the lot, and sometimes that means they like to pretend I’m not mature enough to handle ‘adult things’," he makes air quotes with his fingers. "Meanwhile Hyrule regularly overextends himself, but he’s got one of the best senses of when to cut and run, so he’s better about tolerating the fretting and gets hurt less frequently than, say, the Champion. And Legend gets out of most of it by being an asshole." A pause. "Though even he has the good manners to thank someone who saved him, however roundabout the Vet might be about it."

The boy looks nearly contemplative, under the stubborn mulishness. Four lets the silence sit for a minute. Then, lightly, he tacks on, “Though if you’re trying to pull a Legend to get out of being fussed over, I should warn you: that ship has long sailed for you.”

Phantom stares at him with that fantastic pissy face he makes sometimes. “Was that a boat joke,” he deadpans. Four grins at him, quick and impish, and the boy rewards him with a groan. "The sailor puns are getting really old."

"You're not the one who gets to decide that," Four giggles. Then, "Feeling better? Ready to face the music?"

"Absolutely not." But the kid climbs out of the tree anyway, no threats or violence necessary. Four will count it as a win.

~o0o~

Back at camp, Phantom marches up to Time. With everyone else not-so-discretely looking on, he makes a show of leaving his sword out of easy reach and points at the ground.

“Sit,” he orders, as though the armored hero were a very large dog.

Time stares down at him. “If you mean to hit me again, I’m afraid I’ll have to decline,” he says wryly. Phantom scowls.

“Sit, you big lug. I know a spell for that arm of yours, and I’m not doing it with you standing over me. You’re too tall.”

Time lowers himself to the ground obligingly, even as he prods, “A spell, hmm? What exactly does it do?”

Phantom, somewhat alarmingly, snaps his fangs over his fingertips hard enough to draw blood. “It’s not quite a healing spell, but it’ll get rid of that shiner I gave you, and probably patch up your arm too. Gonna use your magic to do it, though.” He lifts bloody fingers to his own face, dabbing marks on his skin with a hesitance that speaks of relying on borrowed memories, before pausing. “Close your eyes, old man. I’m not teaching you this spell, you’re an idiot who’ll misuse it.”

“So pushy today.” Time closes his one eye, reluctant but confident that the others will stop the boy from attacking him if it comes down to it. “I don’t see what the problem is. It sounds useful; it’d be good to take some of the burden of healing off Hyrule.”

“You would think that,” the boy huffs, right before wet fingers brush at his cheek. Time twitches away with a faint grimace.

“Are you bleeding on me now,” he asks, plaintive. Phantom huffs.

“Don’t be a baby; it’ll flake right off. Quit moving.”

The man exhales slowly, obviously uncomfortable. But despite his suspicions and reservations, Time doesn’t move and he doesn’t ask. He merely lets the boy do as likes, lets him keep his secrets. This, Phantom knows, is Time’s own kind of apology.

He’s not above taking advantage of that.

The former villain dots a final smear under the hero’s eye, then immediately presses his wide sleeve over his work, obscuring the design from the curious eyes of their audience.

“I’m starting it now,” he warns.

Time feels a tug on his magic—much smaller than he was expecting. A song on his Ocarina might cost him the same amount. The pain in his eye and then his arm ebbs away, pulled somewhere by the spell, and the dampness on his face ashes off right off, as promised. Time raises a hand to scratch at the lingering itch even as he opens his eyes.

“I still don’t see why-” he begins. Stops.

Phantom turns away swiftly, but the boy is standing too close to hope to hide the bruising on his face. Bruising he did not have before.

Time seizes the boy by the arm before he can flee. He drops that arm just as quickly when Phantom yelps in pain, registering too late that it’s the same arm Time himself had just had broken—had just had healed.

“What have you done,” he hears himself ask, even though he already knows.

Phantom rocks back on his heels, trying for nonchalance and failing badly at it. “This isn’t something I plan to do often,” he huffs, refusing to look Time—or anyone—in the eye. Time clenches his jaw hard enough for his teeth to creak. “You can suffer from your own mistakes. But if you’re gonna take a blow meant for me, again-”

“This isn’t happening again,” Time cuts in, cold down to his bones. He needs to nip this in the bud, right now, or it'll only get worse as their battles grow harsher. “I forbid it.”

Phantom gets a mulish look on his face. Time feels his horror mount as the younger hero growls, “Just try and stop me.”

Time grabs the kid by the shoulder—the uninjured one this time. What does he need to do to make the boy see sense? “Do not use that spell again, Phantom.”

“Let go of me,” Phantom snarls, futilely trying to claw his way out of the older man’s grip. Unfortunately, Time doesn’t think he could make his own fingers loosen if he tried. “You’re such a fucking hypocrite. Don't pretend you wouldn't do the exact same thing if literally anyone got so much as a scratch on them."

"That's-" different, he almost says, but he recognizes that it would be exactly the wrong thing to say right now. He deflates ever so slightly, just enough for Phantom to rip himself free and start rubbing at his arm, shaking faintly. A distant part of himself remembers the boy's issues with touch guiltily. "What made you think that was remotely acceptable? Why do you even know a spell like that?" He demands, side-stepping the accusation with what little grace he can scrounge up in his rattled state.

In his own display of blatantly dodging around a topic, Phantom looks away and snaps, "Gee, I wonder why Ganondorf would possibly know a spell that let him pass off wounds to hapless victims. Such a mystery for the ages."

The silence is deafening. Too late, Phantom snaps his mouth shut, realizing he's said too much.

"Are you saying you used a fucking torture spell on yourself-" someone begins.

"Why in the world would you even-?"

"Are you actually out of your mind-!?"

"When I said 'thank him' this is not what I meant-!"

"We're not all this bad, are we? It's just the two of them?" Warriors groans loudly, looking pained. At his words, Twilight whips around just in time to catch sight of the terrifyingly thoughtful look on Wild's face.

"Cub, don't you even think about it-!"

"ENOUGH!"

The bellow comes from, surprisingly, Hyrule. The boy scowls at them all disapprovingly.

"Wild, dinner's burning," he starts, very evenly. The aforementioned hero takes the chance to duck his mentor's fretful clutches, scampering over to the fire.

"Phantom, congratulations, your arm's broken," the wandering hero continues, voice more than dry enough to make up for his homeland's lack of a Gerudo desert. "That means I'll be working on you instead of our leader. Do not-" he interrupts preemptively, jabbing a finger forward and speaking over the boy's attempts to protest. "Just. Don't. We're out of potions, and that means I look over everyone that gets hurt. I'd be looking at that arm if you'd gotten your injury naturally. I'd be looking over Time right now if you'd been a bit less hasty with your ritual. And I think we'd all prefer it if you didn't use that spell again, or teach anyone how to do it."

A glance around the clearing reveals a show of nods, no one disputing Hyrule's words.

Phantom tries to cross his arms before dropping them with a wince. "You can't actually stop me," he sulks at them all. The pout really brings out the bruising on his face.

"It would be hard to, yeah," Sky agrees, soothing. "But it should be fine if there's no need for you to use it, right? Because Time," he shoots a Look at their stoic leader, "isn't going to do something reckless like throw himself in front of a monster with no shield again, right?"

Time grimaces faintly. "I'll try," he promises, which—from the looks on his companions' faces—isn't nearly good enough. But they all recognize that it's entirely honest, and the best they're going to get out of him tonight.

So ends the incident; they let the matter lie there, awkward and ignorable, and move onward with their evening.

OMAKE:

Phantom corners Twilight during his watch shift.

"Tell me you have blackmail on that idiot," he hisses. His request comes out like an order.

There's no need for their youngest to clarify who he means. The rancher pats the kid on the head, just once, like he thinks Phantom's cute but also knows he bites. "I'm not giving you blackmail on Time," he replies cheerfully. The younger hero has far too much influence on the man already. "You'll use it for evil, which I'm afraid goes against my personal code of honor. So sorry."

Phantom narrows his eyes, letting the needling slide entirely. "So you do have dirt on him," he divines.

Twilight rolls his eyes. "Leave him alone, brat. Do we need to have this talk again? Quit tormenting him."

"I'm not. Blackmailing him into self-care will only be good for him, promise."

"You can't honestly think that'll work." A pause. "Or that we haven't tried it already. It doesn't work."

"Bet you I could do it." Phantom's eyes have that disturbingly obsessive gleam in them again. "Bet you I've thought of something you haven't."

"Uh huh. And what would that be."

"All have to do is threaten to snitch on him." The boy's grin widens mischievously. "To you."

"..."

"Come on, think of it," the sailor wheedles. "He hates you fusing over him. It's why you never give me those don't-touch-my-almost-dad talks while he's still in earshot, yeah?"

Twilight's face does a funny little twitch.

"I know it, you know it, and I'd bet good money the others know it too," Phantom presses on. "How much more self-preservation do you think we could squeeze out of him if we pretend that the alternative is me giving you more reasons to shoot him worried looks all day and do that hovering thing you like to do?"

The older hero appears to consider this seriously for a long, long moment. Phantom leans in, eyes wide and imploring.

"...Nope. Still not telling you anything." Twilight tries to keep his face stern, even as a traitorous twitch pulls at the corner of his mouth. "You're not going to trick free blackmail out of me that easily."

The boy deflates. "Screw you," he grumbles. "It would've worked. I know it would've worked."

Twilight ruffles the grumpy kid's hair. "It was a nice try," he offers, and accepts the kick to the knee he gets in return as his due.

(In his bedroll across the clearing, pretending to be asleep, Time feels something tight and anxious in his chest finally begin to relax. He's nearly giddy with the sheer relief of his epiphany.

That's how he'll keep Phantom from pulling stunts this stupid again. Tell Tetra.)

[bemybstar]

Legoshi x reader? Whatever species you want. a transfer student who Legosi's curious about, always wearing a scarf around her neck & covering her mouth, he thinks he's bothering her since she doesn't reply back to him, until saving her one night from a carnivore, strangely she showed no fear, wanting her scarf back, which he gives to her, as he then sees bite marks around her neck... she's a mute, survived a attack from childhood, and she breaks down, first time someone's been kind to her...

A/N: Thanks so much for requesting! Inbox is still open for requests and feedback is highly appreciated! Gif doesn’t belong to me.

It’s been over a month since you first made your new life here at Cherryton Academy. You had just transferred from your old school ever since your parents moved to the city because of their new job promotions. You weren’t all that pleased with the overall decision since leaving the country side in exchange for city life wasn’t something you had in mind, but because they were your parents you had no where else to turn to.

The school had its pros and cons like anything you were faced with but you still managed to make the most of it starting with your first new friend, Haru. She spotted you sitting alone during lunch and asked if she could join you which you happily agreed to by nodding your head. The conversation if you could call it that was mostly one sided since Haru did all of the talking. You would agree by giving a small “mhmm” as an answer to any of her questions, you weren’t much a talker to begin with but Haru wasn’t one to pry about your past. That’s what you admired most about her and that’s why you trusted her as your very best friend.

“What class do you have now?” Haru asked as you followed her down the hall. You pointed to the class on your schedule and stopped once you made it to the door. “Seaspeak huh? That’s interesting I have history but I’ll meet you back at the dorm. Bye Y/N!” Haru said as you waved back and entered the crowded classroom filled with animals already in their seats.

You walked up the aisle to take yours, placing your bag down and opening your notes to the chapter that was highlighted on the board. “In the sea communication is done by using sounds and bubbles rather than words,” your professor started off with as you began to jot everything down.

Grabbing your interest on the topic you were suddenly distracted by a male voice who asked for your attention. “Hey Uhh. Do you happen to have an eraser I can borrow?” You knew who that voice belonged to, a male grey wolf by the name of Legosi, this is the first time he’s spoken to you since you joined the class.

“Mhmm,” you replied handing him your spare eraser you keep hidden in the front pocket of your backpack. “Oh thanks,” he says taking it from you. The bell then starts to ring as your professor yaps on about a paper that’s due next week when the smell of egg salad sandwiches invades your concentration. You lift up your nose to catch a whiff but Legosi notices and offers you a piece.

“Here, take it. It’s the least I could do since you shared your eraser with me. Egg salad sandwiches are my favorite especially on Wednesday’s,” He informs as you take the other half giving him a soft nod in return to his kindness. You quietly gather up your things, push your chair in, and wave goodbye before you head back down to leave in time for your next class.

“You sure love those egg salad sandwiches,” Jack approaches Legosi right after adding, “Hey! What happened to the other one?”

“Oh! I gave it to Y/N since she let me use her eraser,” Legosi tells him. “I never knew she liked them,” Jacks says. “Neither did I...,” Legosi adds.

“Hmm,” Jack hums. “Isn’t this the first time you’ve talked to her?”

“Well... yes and no,” Legosi answers shyly. “I did say hi to her that one time in drama club when she dropped something off for Louis but before I could ask her anything... she was gone.”

“Maybe she had somewhere else to be,” Jack encourages him. “Or maybe... she doesn’t like me,” Legosi says with his head hanging low in guilt. “What! Come on, no way! Maybe she’s just as shy as you are when it comes to making the first move. Try to get to know her and see.” Legosi took his friends advice to heart, one way or another he was gonna keep trying and get this right.

The night was drawing in as you headed back to the girls dorm after a long and tiring lecture from your final class of the day. The lamp lights paved the way as your guide to the dorms main entrance where you would be greeted by Haru and get a chance at some well needed rest. But your peaceful state would soon come to a hault when you stopped dead in your tracks and perked your ears up in defense. Someone was following you...

You started to pick up your pace but your feet weren’t fast enough for the large carnivores chasing after you. You quickly turned around ready to incounter them only to be tripped by an overgrown tree root causing you to fall back onto the dirt road. Fear clouded your eyes as the mysterious figures stepped into the light baring smirks of succeeding in getting a kick out of you.

“You should have seen the look on your face!” The first guy said as his friend began to laugh maliciously, both of them carnivores and ironically both of the same species; Western Coyotes.

“She probably thought we were gonna bite her face off,” the second one said as you glared furiously at them. “You wolves are dumber than ya look.” That’s what got you the most so you decided to do something about it. By the time he turned the other way you managed to kick him in the face so hard he went flying. And by the looks of it his friend didn’t appreciate your temper.

“You little bitch,” he growled coming straight into contact with your now exposed face and gripped you by the collar of your school uniform. “Your gonna pay for that,” he snarled as he lifted his arm up to reveal his sharp claws. You closed your eyes and were ready to accept your fate once again when suddenly a familiar voice broke through the air.

“Enough!” It was Legosi. “Leave her alone. Now!,” the coyote turned to look at him suspiciously. “I SAID NOW!”

“Oh yeah?” Who are you her boyfriend or something... What are you gonna do? Make me?” He was toying with Legosi and he knew it. The coyote let go of his grip on you and took a fighting stance next to Legosi waiting for the perfect moment of attack. “He-he’s not worth it. That’s the same wolf who nearly killed Bill on stage,” his friend who managed to dust himself off finally spoke up. “Just forget it,” he added.

The coyote began to growl heavily when his friend snapped him out of it by the tug of his arm. “Come on, let’s go!” He said as the other obeyed following in pursuit as they both took off in a hurry.

Legosi stared them down until they were long gone from his sight, he quickly turned to check on you and what he saw was enough to shatter his heart into a million little pieces. You were crying... and this time weren’t trying to hide it. He approached you carefully and sat down leaning his back against the cold concret wall. He spotted your silk scarf across from him and held it out for you to take as you started to calm down little by little.

“H-here,” he says nervously. “I think this belongs to you,” Legosi says as he catches a glimpse of your face for the first time. “T-thanks,” you sniffle and take the scarf from his hand but don’t decide to put it on just yet. “I-I’m sorry you have to see me like t-this.” The secret you intended to keep hiding was finally revealed... the scars of your past.

A bite mark roamed the left side of your neck, little traces of fangs can be seen leaving their print on your fur... forever. The incident happened a long time ago and it isn’t a day you like to remember. The bite mark came from a coyote during your childhood days, you saw him picking on a rabbit and decided to step in. One thing led to another and all you have now is this scar to remember it by. The incident shook you so badly that you decided to go silent ever since and only speak when spoken to.

“You have no reason to apologize,” Legosi said wipping a tear from your eye. “Your scars don’t define you. You being the best version of yourself you can be, does. Your beautiful inside and out and if anyone bothers to tell you differently then... they aren’t worth your time.”

“That’s the first time anyone’s ever stood up for me like that.” You say shyly trying your best not to shed another tear. He gets up from his spot and offers his hand to help you up from off the ground. He stares at you and you stare back before going in for a hug, you can hear his heartbeat grow faster by the sudden show of affection.

“Thanks Legosi,” is all you can say. He gives in and holds you in his arms finally opening his mouth to complete, “Your welcome.”

You stay like that for what feels like forever. But why do you feel so safe in his arms and why don’t you want him to stop? You guess time will only tell but until then all you can do is enjoy this sweet moment with the boy who saved your life.

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Sahuldeem Q&A!

I’ve gotten A FEW [mostly anonymous] asks in my inbox regarding my silly Star Wars fanfic, and I’ve been slowly letting them pile up until it became overwhelming to consider answering them all individually...so INSTEAD, I’ve grabbed several and shoved them and my responses all into one post! Enjoy! (questions bold; answers italic)

Do you have any advice for someone trying to make a Kaleesh OC? There’s so little info on them but they’re really cool Well, the first Kaleesh character I technically made was for a Fantasy Flight TTRPG campaign, which DOES include information about Kaleesh in the species guide. It’s definitely a good starting point! …But I personally took some liberties, heh.

Any general headcanons about Kalee? There’s so little information on it, it’s so sad I’ve drawn a map! :D I’m still improving it, so I’m not quite ready to share it yet. Hmm, Kuunsi represent a pretty solid headcanon for me. When you’ve got all these obvious Mongolian parallels with the Kaleesh, it seemed like a given that they should have SOME sort of riding animal that’s important to their culture. Also, resources! It’s established that the Yam’rii did not find many resources on Kalee that they “deemed adequate”—which doesn’t necessarily mean that Kalee has no resources, just that there are other equivalents out there in the GFFA that are worth more. But Kalee has such things as (headcanon time) kuluha (the metal traditionally used in Lig swords), simsu (a blue resin used for ceremonial purposes) and zigmash (a mild spice used mostly as a painkiller). Obviously, there exists stronger metal and stronger spice; so the Yam’rii focused their energies elsewhere. Their awful, evil energies. >:(

How did you decided on what the face of the Kaleesh looked like? Cause i mean everyone has their own internepation at this point, some like yours follow a closer human desighn while more go for their cool bat look stuff. So what you to choose your style of their face? Chalk it up to economy of effort, and style. I skew a bit cartoony with my Kaleesh art, especially since I was tailoring their look to a potential comic. I mean, just LOOK how big I draw their dang eyes! I’m betting if I sat down and tried to paint a realistic Kaleesh, it would look a fair bit more alien. Hm. I should try that some day.

I wish Abel G. Peña could read Sahuldeem HAH, well, he’s apparently on Twitter, but I don’t have the balls to link him to my dumb passion project.

I've always speculated that Sheelal might have been at least slightly Force sensitive on the strength of his prophetic dreams, thoughts? I mean…yes, of course. And this IS explored within my story. But it seems to me there was never any question of it.

Are we allowed to use your Ronderu and Qymaen designs with credit? They’re great I’m honored! Go forth and use (with credit, yes, please).

I wonder how Grievous got Gor Me too. That…is honestly not something I dwelled on in my script. >_>

How common is polygamy on Kalee? Not uncommon! The way I see it, chieftains and Khans and the like (leadership, that is) are more likely to practice polygamy and keep harems…and the size of the harem is indicative of that individual’s power. Boy, I’m sure this won’t ever be relevant.

Wait wait... If a Kaleesh foundling became a Mandalorian, would their helmet look like a mythosaur kakmusme? I LIKE IT. Someone write/draw this. Please.

Does "íb-ku huul" have a direct translation? Yyyyeeennnnoooo?? I smashed some words together and called it cursing. Really, it’s just a way to have the Kaleesh swear. In strength, it lands somewhere between “ah, what ill fortune” and “oh god-shitting-damnit”. There are some other oaths that have yet to show up in the story. “Igni” is not as strong; “lug huul” is stronger.

Do Kaleesh ages work like human ages? Is Qymaen SEVENTEEN seventeen??? He’s BABIE I feel like I’ve seen numbers floating around that would suggest that Kaleesh are at least similar to humans when it comes to aging. That’s what I went with, give or take a few years. Culturally, 12 years old is when a Kaleesh no longer considered a child (it’s this whole thing), but you sure aren’t going to find a lot of 12-year-olds running villages or leading hordes. Such authority and prestige isn’t often earned until you’re at least in your 20s. *squints at Qymaen* So…yeah, 17 IS pretty darn baby.

[botwstoriesandsuch]

YES! POST THINGS! IM BORED!!!

Okie Dokie here you go!

The real reason I wanted an ask was because the original person who asked for this prompt isn’t in my inbox anymore...? Someone requested a one-shot about Revali failing at his gale, but I can’t find it in the inbox because I’m dumb/technology issues? (I think their name was trash mammal or something, idk). Anyway, here’s that, although I kinda, accidentally turned it into a character analysis of Revali...But an anon said that I apologize too much with requests. Therefore, I’m NOT sorry about that, I’m NOT sorry for the wait, and I’m NOT sorry that this is 3487 words long. Enjoy!

Edit: Sorry if the format looks weird on mobile, idk why!

The Pride of the Rito

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of The Wild

Revali x Reader

The night was bitter in more ways than one. The snow that tumbled down on the Flight Range was thick, leaving clumps of ice on the roof. The air was hazy, a silver atmosphere that commanded the winds to howl towards the sky. The rugged mountains that surrounded the area isolated him and the trench. The only thing that could be seen past the lingering snowstorm was the faint blue glow of Medoh in the sky, for even the stars were captured under the white, with not a twinkle in sight. Outside, the flurries rested on the tips of his feathers and beak, a delicate moment in the midst of his relentless training.

Again. Let’s do it again. I need to be more precise.  

Revali knelt on the edge, teetering between the solid ground and the emptiness below him.  

He brushed the tips of his wing against the rocks, the winds rushing between his feathers. His body relaxed for a moment, closing his eyes and feeling the air. Then, he tensed, stiffening his wings on either side, in a motion as if to summon something from the earth. Well, he was summoning something. The air, the wind, the movement, the authority to conjure a draft below him. The winds were now picking up, swirling violently and circling under him, he could feel his jade anklets clinking around from the rampant air.  

Keep going. Keep. Going. It needs to be stronger, faster. 

The falling snow was now alive, dancing around as they were swept into the hurricane-like entity that was now surrounding Revali. His braids were flapping in the air, his cream colored scarf billowing. The winds were now cutting, bitter cold nipping despite his feathered features. 

Now, up. Release with control, direct it upwards. Not all at once. Keep the energy. Follow through the whole way. Command the ascent. Steer the flow. This is it!

A shaky breath escaped him. A strange charge now filled the air. The winds, once turbulent, now suddenly stilled, seeming to wait for their cue. He could feel it still swirling, inside of him, ready to burst at any moment. Then, his wings, still strained on either side of him, gave a mighty flap. The air now roared back to life, swelling beneath him. 

A tornado, a great pillar of air, now released into the sky. 

And he flew

…straight into a rocky cliff. 

“ARGH–”

The wind, quite literally, was knocked out of Revali, as he connected with the rocky ridge. He dropped, and then fell on the ground with a thud. He laid there, aching for a moment, before letting out a deep sigh.

Revali started to move, slightly, just enough to get his head out of the dirt. Then he knelt on the ground, for what seemed like an eternity, contemplating. Finally, he got up. The Rito armor, now dusted with grey snow and rocky debris, had protected most of him, however, it couldn’t protect the blow to his confidence. He cursed under his breath.

It seemed that instead of streaming Revali towards the sky, the gale had pushed him back, sideways towards the surrounding cliffs. With another flap of his wings, he moved back towards the wooden hut, shaking his head.

He landed on the armrest of the balcony, making his way to a little oaken desk. Snatching his journal (astutely named The Diary of Revali, the Rito Legend) he started scribbling down notes. Of course, being so focused on recording his latest happenings, he failed to notice the Hylian sitting amongst the pillows and blankets behind him. Putting the rest of his thoughts onto paper, Revali turned around and was greeted by your smiling face.

“Gah! [Name]? What– when did…how long have you been here?” 

You gave a quiet chuckle.

“Just half an hour or so. A blizzard was coming in and I knew you would be out practicing again. Being stuck here, alone all night, isn’t really ideal. So…”

You moved the blanket off of you, spreading your arms wide as if to present yourself or pose. A cheeky grin on your face.

“Ta-da! Now you have company!”

Moving the leather strap around your shoulder, you tugged a satchel onto your lap. Digging through, you pulled out two sealed containers.

“Plus, I brought some spicy meat stew.” 

Revali shook his head, moving closer to the blankets, but not daring to sit down.

“That’s alright, I’m not hungry.”

Acknowledging, and subsequently ignoring his comment, you shoved the soup container towards his chest, forcing him to hold it. 

“What? You get full from eating the snow and pebbles from your fall just now?”

His eyes then narrowed, “I’m trying to train.”

“By starving and injuring yourself?”

“By perfecting my technique– Listen, [name], if you came here to distract me from my goal, I’m sorry to inform you that your efforts will be for naught.”

Revali turned around, placing the spicy meat stew on the desk. He started making his way towards the landing outside.

You have out a huff. Getting up to follow him, you tossed both of the containers back into your bag and started walking.

 “Instead of focusing on long forgotten spiritual magic, why don’t you just focus on being the best you, you can be?”

“Farore above, did you really just say that? Incredibly cliche, I expected more of you–”

“I was joking.”

“Hmm, we need to work on your sense of humour.”

Outside, the air stung on your cheeks. The snowstorm still clouded the sky, masking both the heavens and the earth in white. Shivering, you asked,

“Rito can already fly, can’t they?  This seems a bit redundant, you already have wings. What’s even the point of creating an updraft?”

Revali slowed his pace to give out a hearty laugh. In fact, he stopped outright, on the edge of the landing, the echoes of his laughter filling the air. At this point it wasn’t entirely clear if he was being sarcastic or not. You crossed your arms, he stopped when he met your stiff gaze.

“Oh, so you were being serious then…”

A familiar smug expression crossed onto Revali’s face. He hopped back onto the railing, perhaps so he could physically look down on you. He tucked his wings behind his back, leaning forward ever so slightly. A professor about to give a lecture. This should be good.

“Well, as understandable as it is that a Hylian couldn’t comprehend the benefits of such an ability, allow me to enlighten you. Rito style archery is the most superior in all of Hyrule for a multitude of reasons. The light crafting of the bow, the quick and efficient draw, our graceful movements and technique, 

“But most importantly…”

He took one foot of the edge, half hovering over the windy pit.

“…the ability of flight!”

Both feet were now off the railing. Revali dove head first into the abyss. While you knew he was probably going to be fine, instinct kicked in as you hurried to the edge to check on him. 

Snow still fell through the air, flurries were once again sticking to his feathers. But all he felt was adrenaline, along with the rush of air as he plummeted towards the bottom. Before hitting the watery depths, he unfurled his wings, catching the natural updrafts of the Flight Range. Now soaring towards the sky, Revali gave a few more mighty flaps to get even more height. 

Still on the landing, you watched as a blur of navy blue rose above the cliffs. Contrasting with the grey and silver landscape, the blur shot through the air. Then it hovered, just below the clouds, still as a leaf.

Above the Flight Range, Revali shifted the bow off his back, allowing it to drop. Repositioning his weight, he dove down to catch it with a practiced grip. Falling through the air, he flipped upside down, just for show. Taking arrows from his quiver, he knocked them into place. Three arrows, all at once, were released. 

Thud! 

Thud! 

Thud!

All made perfect contact with the bullseye, the blue luminescent paint on the targets showing evidence of Revali’s accuracy and precision. Revali fastened another round of arrows, drawing them back before letting them through the air.

Thud! 

Thud! 

Thud! 

Perfect, as should be expected of me.

Now, he was about halfway down in his descent. 

I think [Name] might be impressed if I warm up the place…

Taking the arrows near the bottom of the quiver, he took out three heavier bomb arrows. Round, scarlet heads held a good amount of gunpowder. Sparking them with a piece of flint on the arrow rest, the fuses were lit, and he let them loose. 

BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!

The once frigid air now subsided in the wake of three explosions. The colors of a sunrise clashed in the air, bits of the once turquoise targets nearly flung into your face. You ducked, the warmth of fire now filling the Flight Range. 

Revali spread his wings, catching the natural drafts once more, then settled back on the railing. 

“As you could see from my demonstration, taking to the sky allows for Rito to shoot our enemies without becoming a stationary target ourselves. However, you can only shoot for as long as you’re falling, and taking to the skies takes time.

“You can’t just flap your wings and get into the air immediately. That only works with natural updrafts, again, as I just demonstrated. An average Rito would have to start at an already elevated position, such as the landings in Rito Village, in order to gain enough momentum and height. Or, alternatively, use a long stretch of land as a runway, gaining height at an gradual angle.

He turned to face you, smirk still on his face.

“Both options take too long. You asked the significance of my ability? It’s the fastest way in all of Hyrule to take to the air. Instantaneous height, the ability to attack whenever, wherever. Thought impossible by everyone, but something that I have solely mastered.”

Or, will master, anyhow…

He strode towards you, bow returned to his back, wings, once again, folded behind him. He gave a deep bow.

You gave a polite clap, humoring his grand show.  

“Fantastic performance, Revali. Encore?”

“Tsk. If you came by more often I might consider it.”

Now it was your turn to put on a smirk. “Yeah, yeah. When I finish begging the elders to reward you with a statue, maybe I will.”

“I don’t want, nor need something like that.”

“Oh? But I have to reward you somehow…how about…”

You took out the stews from your satchel. Presenting it like a trophy, you held one out. Then, you tilted your head towards the hut with the pillows and blankets, as if to say, over there! You urged Revali again.

“You didn’t eat lunch, or breakfast!”

“Didn’t I just explain, a literal five seconds ago, how important it is that I practice my–”

“Aaaaaaand you can’t do that on an empty stomach, can you?”

You tried to catch his eye, maybe if he just looked at your eyes, you could get him to change his mind.

“You don’t need to put on an act around me.”

A jade eye shot up, meeting your gaze.

“I’m not–”

Revali looked at you, a new charge filled the air. 

“…fine. Just for a minute.”

. . . . .  

“Did you even attempt to heat this?”

“It’s almost midnight, and I made it at nine. You’re the one who decided to coop up here all day.”

Despite the temperature, the stew was delicious. For the last hour or so, he and you had been devouring in the flavorful dish. Apparently, it was an official recipe from Rito Stable. The meat, tender and soft, complemented well with a savory broth that you slurped every drop of. The spiciness tingled through your bodies, warming the both of you up. Outside, the blizzard was still present, but now less violent. A thin slice of the moon could be seen beyond the edges of the mountains. 

It was you who made most of the small talk with Revali, an incredibly rare occurrence since it was usually the Rito Champion who spoke for extended periods of time. He kept looking outside, near the cliff he had crashed into earlier. 

Damn, he’s really still stuck up on that, huh? You thought. 

Trying to change the subject to something that would get his attention, you piped up.

“So, the move you’re working on, what’cha gonna call it?”

Revali turned his head back at you. He fiddled with the spoon in his half eaten stew, thinking.

“Something with ‘Revali’ in it, so my name’s out there. Revali’s Flap, Revali’s Hurricane…Revali’s…something. I’ll work out something.”

You let out a soft laugh. “As expected from you.” Shoving another piece of meat into your mouth, you added, “Maybe, *munch* maybe do something like Revali’s Turbulence. Oh! How about Revali’s Boldness! Wait, *munch* no, that’s stupid. But maybe a name more along the lines of Urbosa’s Fury, or Mipha’s Grace, ya know?”

He shook his head. “I don’t think I need to copy from the likes of Champion Urbosa or Mipha.”

“What? They both got cool powers. You know the saying is ‘good artists borrow, and great artist stea–”

“As I said, I don’t need to copy, steal, or piggyback on my fellow Champion’s esteemed reputation. Further associating myself with them will not be necessary”

You set your bowl down, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Nayru save me, don’t tell me you hate them too?”

“What?”

“I mean, I guess I know from experience that you insult people that you like.”

“I…what?”

“Although, not just personal experience. From what I could gather, you seem to actually hate Master Link, but everyone else you just insult because that’s how you make friends. Wait, or are you actually trying to be friends with Link and you just suck at this kind of thing overall…”

Revali interjected in your rant, turning all his attention to you.

“I don’t hate them.”

“Master Link?”

“No, Urbosa and Mipha. Well, perhaps that knight too I suppose. I–I haven’t decided yet.”

“Then why have you been so bitter lately?”

This caught him off guard. You set your bowl down, holding his gaze. This whole week, Revali had isolated himself in the Flight Range, being sharp-tongued to visitors, much more than usual.  He wasn’t eating, Hylia knows if he sleeps. You decided to stop beating around the bush and got to the core of the issue.

“Revali, I’ve known you for a long time and I know by now when something’s up. You’re angry about something, or scared, you tell me.”

“It’s. Nothing.”

“Is it your new ability?”

 “No.”

“You only got the title of Champion two weeks ago. If you’re feeling pressured, that’s natural”

Revali let his bowl clatter on the ground. Getting up, he made his way outside.

“I’ll eat the rest later, I have to start practicing now.”

You raised your voice slightly, starting to get irritated. “Why is that so important, that you’re sacrificing your health and well being for it?!”

“I don’t expect you to understand.”

“Are you trying to prove yourself? To me? To the Princess? The King? The Champions?”

Revali turned back towards you, but was still walking backwards. The sky was now serene, and full of stars, despite his not so peaceful expression

“I’ve already been deemed on an equal level with all of the other Champions. You know, the team made up of royals and accomplished warriors? I’m here because I’ve shown that my skills are superior to everyone else. Either way, I don’t need to prove anything to people that are of the same rank as me!”

“Hylia, you’re always so blunt with everything else, why not be straightforward now?”

“I am. I’m training because I’m an accomplished Champion who needs to train, not because I’m some mediocre warrior–”

“So you’re afraid of mediocrity?”

“OF COURSE NOT!”

Both of you stood there, stunned. While the tension was building between you two, Revali’s sudden outburst was sudden. You both stood there, wind playing with your hair, and dancing through his scarf.

“…of course not.” His final lie, whispered into the air.

For a moment, there was no sound but the whistles of the wind. You took a step forward, arm outstretched.

“Revali…”

He shook his head, shaking his wings, exasperated.

“OK, Fine! You want the truth, about the updraft? It’s not about the practical use, or the grand show, or defying odds. It’s about me, ok?  Right now I’m nothing, just a random cuckoo walking amongst royalty and legendary warriors.

“Daruk, the Goron Elder with an impenetrable force field. Mipha, the Zora princess, whose healing prowess is said to counter even the most devastating of wounds. Lady Urbosa, Chief of the Gerudo who can summon lightning at a literal snap of her fingers. How did I get in here? I’m put beside warriors who are obviously better than me, and what am I supposed to think? Without anything distinguishing about myself, I’m going to fade into history, behind the actually competent people. I thought I worked my ass off to get where I am today, but then I’m put behind some random knight with a shiny sword. So am I worth something or not? Everything’s contradictory, nothing makes sense.  Did I just get lucky? Am I getting screwed over? 

“The only way I can wrap my head around this whole situation is to confront the fact that I’m just an ordinary Rito who is only here by chance. The work I’ve put in my whole life isn’t enough, I need to go beyond. And beyond means actually mastering this cursed gale!”

An ugly pause. You could cut the heat and tension with a knife. Revali, realizing how much he had just poured out of his soul, gave a half-hearted chuckle.

“Heh, you put wine in that stew?”

His attempt to lighten the mood didn’t fully work. Nonetheless, you stared at him for another eternity. Then you went in for a hug.

“You’re the dumbest Rito alive if you really believe any of that. You are not mediocre. You’re incredible. Incredibly annoying, incredibly persistent at talking my ears off, but incredibly skilled and smart too. Hell, that’s why I’ve loved you for so long.”

Ignoring whatever reaction just escaped from his beak, you continued. 

“I would like to reiterate my point that you’re a moron. You can’t isolate yourself here and expect to get better. You can’t go through all this as a solitary warrior. If mastering this ability means so much to you, then go for it. I don’t doubt you for a second. But just know…just know that you’re a complete idiot if you think that you’re not worthy. You’re a fool if you think for even a second that you’re average or inferior, because…

You gulped.

 …because you’re everything to me.”

OK, I’ll admit that was super cliche. But catharsis is catharsis I guess.

The moment settled, and silence returned once more.

“Hylia, maybe I did put some wine in there.”

Revali gave out a soft laugh. Then, more quiet. Finally, Revali whispered.

“Did you really mean all that?”

“…yeah.”

A pause, a strange charge filled the air.

“Thank you, [Name]. That, uh, means a lot, coming from you. Truly.” 

The air was still once more. However, Revali’s thoughts still swirled like wind.

Say something idiot, they just confessed! 

Haha, yes, of course you like me, considering I’m the best around. 

Holy– They just called you out on your crap! Don’t say something like that

I love you too…

Wow, cheesy and not really part of the mood. Haven’t I presented myself as more sophisticated than that?

Spirits above, what do I do now???

“I’m sorry.”

You looked up at him. “What?”

“I’m sorry I’ve been making you worry all week.”

“It’s fine, I–”

“No, it’s not fine. We just established how that was not fine.”

Revali looked back at you, clearing his throat.

“Hey, so about all that about love, and stuff–”

“Oh my goddess, yeah, no, if you want to just stay friends I can–”

“Oh no, well. Just to be clear, you were talking about me, correct? You weren’t mispronouncing someone else’s name, or referring to someone else named “Revali?”

You cocked an eyebrow.

“No…I–I was referring to you. The person I was talking to.”

“Ah. Good. Glad that’s clarified. That’s great.”

“…so do you–”

“OH-oh-oh, right, uh yes.”

Revali took a step back, pointing at you with both index fingers. His beak was open, but no sound escaped for a moment. 

Say it! They said it a few minutes ago!

I love you too!

“I have also, liked you, a lot, for a long period of time. You’re, pretty great. Yep. Yeah. This is mutual, yes…” 

Gods, I’m really am an idiot

[spidercakes]

Me: Has a bunch of prompts in my inbox.

Me: how about we write some figure skater AU instead of answering them?

No worries, I will get to them! I’ve got plans :) But for now have some figure skater!Peter and mob boss!Tony AU! May or may not write more of this on account of there are some scenes I had planned for this but couldn’t get to on account of they didn't feel like they belonged. 

Warning for some references to abuse (not between the main pairing, between Peter/Quentin), and references to infidelity.

*

Its an accident that Tony was even near that rink to begin with but the person on the ice catches his attention. Hard not to when he moves so gracefully and Tony has never given a single shit about figure skating, always felt a bit too delicate for him all things considered, but he stops to watch anyway. Its clear that the kid is good, exceptional maybe though Tony doesn’t know enough to say. But he suspects it takes a lot of skill to be able to spin around like that and land on his feet when he does jumps. Tony can’t even skate let alone do it backwards at top speeds, jump, spin around a few times in the air, and land on his feet.

He also knows the kid clues in to his watching at some point and Tony swears he gets better, making sure he’s putting on a good show and it has Tony leaning forward in interest. Eventually he finishes moving through his routine, he’s gone through the same dance a few times only changing small bits here and there, before he skates over. “I haven’t seen you here before,” he says, pushing his light brown hair out of his face.

Yeah, Tony’s a goner. “Never really out this way,” he says. “You’re pretty good. Not that I really know anything about figure skating,” he adds. Seems unfair to judge a skill he doesn’t actually know much about.

The kid looks down and shrugs, “I’m only the fourth best in the world,” he says and if not for the way he said it Tony would have assumed it was a brag disguised as self depreciation. Its not, he can see the disappointment and frustration there and Tony wants to reach out and wipe that disappointment away.

“Pretty damn impressive from where I’m standing,” he says and he means it too, which surprises him. Normally he either deals with the best or he doesn’t, fourth doesn’t usually cut it for him but something about the kid endears him to Tony.

“Could be better,” the kid mumbles, still looking at the ice and that just breaks Tony’s heart.

“Come here,” he tells the kid, beckoning him closer and he’s a little surprised when he goes. Naive, Tony tells himself, but that works for him. He leans right up against the half wall separating the rink from the rest of the world and Tony has got to find a way to keep this one. “You know you’re beautiful right? Graceful and elegant and apparently wildly talented. You should be more proud of that,” he says and the kid glows.

“I’m okay,” he says, blush spreading across his cheeks as he smiles a little.

Tony settles a hand on the kid’s forearm. “Kid, you’re better than ‘okay,’ even I can see that and I don’t know shit about figure skating.”

He’s sure he would have gotten a response from the kid but some asshole feels the need to interrupt their moment. “Peter! The fuck are you doing? Get your ass back on the ice and fucking practice,” someone shouts across the rink. Tony looks across and decides he hates the guy on sight on principal, but also because of the way Peter startles and lets out a soft ‘oh!’ before he gives Tony an apologetic look and skates off. Its not until he’s turned around that Tony notices the ring on his left hand.

*

Peter loves to skate, he’s always loved skating but sometimes doing it competitively gets exhausting. Its not like there’s money in it and after the cost of his outfits and skates usually he’s left more than broke, which inevitably leads to a fight with Quent, which inevitably makes him skate worse, and that leads to another fight with Quent. God, it feels like everything he does leads to a fight with him and Peter knows he should be more grateful for Quent’s support but sometimes he wishes they could just be happy the way they used to be. Things were good in the beginning and he’s not sure when they went to shit.

So maybe that’s why he does what he does when Tony shows up and god he’s so pretty. That’d been what drew Peter to him to begin with, those pretty brown eyes, but the praise, encouragement, and seeming awe at his skating is what draws him back. It feels like he came out of nowhere though he kind of did, Peter guesses, and it should have felt more odd to him for a random stranger to compliment him the first time they met like Tony did. But it didn’t and maybe that’s because Tony’s so charismatic, nearly oozing a level of confidence in his actions that Peter envies. Its also attractive even if Peter kind of feels bad admitting that.

He’s leaning against the edge of the rink and he knows that Tony’s interest is hardly innocent with the way his hand lingers on Peter’s forearm but it gives him a little thrill, the way Tony looks at him. The way he touches him. “You’re looking better than normal today,” Tony tells him and Peter knows he’s been looking into figure skating. He’s learned some terminology and he almost uses it correctly. And he takes the corrections with way more grace than Quent.

Peter feels himself blush some. “I’m doing pretty good. I changed a couple things in my routine so I think it works a little better,” he says. He’s just glad they get to choose their own music now because he’s tired of all the boring crap he’s had to work with until a couple years ago.

Tony nods, fingers trailing up and down his forearm. “Hmm. Can’t say I’m picky about what you do when you look like that,” Tony tells him, eyes soft as he gives Peter a once over. He knows he doesn’t even look good either, he got up at like five in the morning and he’s been on the ice for hours. Like anything athletic skating works up a sweat so he knows he doesn’t look good. But he likes that Tony thinks he does.

He reaches out and settles a hand on Tony’s forearm and its the first time he’s initiated contact and the flush of adrenaline he feels is so worth it when Quent shows up. “Will you stop fucking socializing and do your fucking routine? No wonder it looks like shit,” he snaps and Peter jolts away. Tony grabs him though, holding him there but its not harsh.

“Hey, you know you deserve someone who treats you better than that, right? Someone who sees how special you are?” he says. He can see the anger on Tony’s face straining behind the concern and he knows Tony doesn’t like Quent much.

“He’s fine,” Peter says even though he knows he isn’t. May doesn’t like him either and she’s stopped being shy about saying it.

“Baby,” Tony says and Peter swears he melts at that, “no one who talks to you that way is fine. You’re the fourth best at something in the world, what the hell does he have to offer?” he asks.

“Peter, get the fuck back on the ice. Christ,” Quent snaps, shaking his head at Peter. He sighs, pulling himself away from Tony and going back to his routine. Normally he mostly ignores the way Quent yells about his mistakes, the small screw ups he makes because it gets exhausting to care but today he’s just mad about it.

By the time he’s made his way through his routine a third time he’s had enough and he drops what he’s doing and skates over to Quent, irritated. “Would you shut up?” he snaps. “I’m trying to skate here and you won’t just let me.”

“Then stop making stupid mistakes,” Quent snaps back.

Peter, for the first time in a long time, sees red. “Oh whatever Quent. I’m the fourth best at something in the world, what the hell do you have to offer?” he snaps, throwing Tony’s words at him and he knows its a mistake immediately.

Quent steps forward and shoves him and its not exactly hard to lose balance in skates when you’re not expecting to be pushed. Peter slips as he tries and fails to correct his balance and lands on his ass. “Fourth best my ass, you can’t even catch yourself when you slip,” Quent tells him, looming over him. Peter glares up at him, jaw set as he picks himself up from the ice.

“Whatever,” he mumbles, skating off before the tears start to fall.

*

Natasha thinks his obsession is ridiculous but Natasha can eat it. The look on Peter’s face when he sees him in the morning is worth his effort, not that he’s really doing much. Not that he wouldn’t do more, if given the chance. Today Peter skates over to him as soon as he sees him and Tony swears that he can see the way he’s starved for attention. Fucking prick of a husband, Tony would never treat Peter like that. He wouldn’t treat anyone like that and its not exactly as if he’s up and up on morals. Doesn’t mix well with his business, but he’s also no abuser. “Hey sweetheart,” he says as Peter approaches him.

Peter smiles so pretty as he presses almost into Tony’s space, eyes bright today, nearly feverish. He settles a hand on Peter’s forearm and it seems to take the edge off of the feverishness a little. “I have a present for you,” he says and lifts the box he’d carried in. Peter takes it almost gingerly, looking down at it with wide eyes.

“You didn’t need to-” he starts but Tony cuts him off.

“Oh I know that. You’ll find I only do things that I want to do, and you deserve it,” Tony tells him. The small bit of praise perks Peter up a little as he bites his lip, still apprehensive. “Why don’t you see what it is before you make judgements, hmm?”

Peter makes a small noise of contemplation but opens the box anyway, eyes going wide when he sees what’s inside. Tony happens to know judges give points for costume, knowledge gathered from Natasha and he had no idea his sister even liked figure skating but apparently she thinks of it as ballet on ice and he has first hand knowledge of how much she likes that even if he’d rather not. Point is Peter isn’t exactly swimming in money and consistently gets docked points for it, a real fuck you to anyone who’s poor who tries to do that particular sport Tony guesses. But there’s no denying that the outfit Tony got him is pretty, up to whatever arbitrary standard judges use according to Natasha and he trusts her opinion.

The look on Peter’s face confirms it. “Oh my god,” he says, pulling the pretty red outfit from its box. Its not Peter’s usual color, he tends to prefer pale pinks but Tony likes red and he figured he’d indulge himself a little, put Peter in something he wants to see. “I can’t- I couldn’t- this is expensive,” he says finally and Tony figures he’d know the cost better than Tony would.

“Doesn’t matter much to me, I’ve got money,” Tony says casually but its clear Peter is hung up on it.

“Tony, this is... it’s...”

“Beautiful, like you,” Tony tells him.

“Its a lot,” Peter says, gazing at the outfit almost sadly.

He lays a hand over Peter’s. “Not to me. Now you can’t get docked points for not wearing whatever it is judges are looking for.”

Peter frowns, “this is... well, its perfect but if you don’t know that how’d you manage to pick it? Unless you have weirdly accurate taste,” Peter says, giving the outfit another look.

Tony laughs, “my little sister knows a surprising amount about figure skating. Had no idea until I mentioned you,” he says. “She found the outfit, I picked the color.”

Peter bites his lip again, looking down at the outfit. “Really?” he asks, excited. Tony nods and Peter lets out a happy squee and there’s the reaction Tony was hoping for. “Oh my god thank you!” he says excitedly as he skates off at top speeds. Tony watches for a good couple hours as Peter skates around in the outfit, admiring the way the dark red looks against his pale skin. He notices that Peter’s shitty husband doesn’t show up but he doesn’t really think much of it on account of Peter is clearly happier without him.

*

He can’t believe he’s so lucky. Something tells him that maybe Tony is too good to be true with his good looks, apparently wealth, and endless string of praise but Peter likes feeling wanted. He’s missed that feeling having been without it for what seems like forever. May can only do so much to combat all of Quent’s negativity and he doesn’t see her very often anymore.

So he tries to make sure he’s extra good, concentrating harder on doing the moves right and he feels like its getting better. He feels better anyway, more confident in something that’s not homemade and clearly cheap next to his competitors. Tony clearly likes watching him in it too, and he’s taken to sitting on the benches now that Quent’s disappeared. Tony had asked about it yesterday but its normal for him to take off for a couple days or a couple weeks at a time. Peter knows he does it to make him upset, to beg for him to come back but he’s finding his Quentin free life pretty good actually. Its peaceful, pleasant.

When he’s done he skates over to Tony, making his way off the rink feeling exhausted but satisfied. “Come here,” Tony tells him and Peter bites his lip, considering how forward he wants to be. For a moment he thinks maybe he won’t do what he wants to, what he’s wanted to do for the last month and a half but halfway there he decides fuck it.

And the look on Tony’s face when he sits in his lap is so worth it. He looks delighted and Peter feels special as Tony wraps his arms around him. Peter cuddles up close, liking the feeling of Tony’s hand settled on his thigh. “Yeah?” he asks, smiling softly.

Tony looks him over, lips quirking up a little as a bit of soft fondness leaks out. “Want to come home with me?” he asks and frowns a little like he’s surprised by his own words.

“I’d have to get my stuff,” Peter says, wrinkling his nose a little and Tony squeezes his thigh.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll get you whatever you need. You don’t have to worry about anything ever again,” Tony tells him and Peter believes it too.

*

Natasha is looking at Peter like she looked at that one guy from that band she likes that she ran into that one time. Tony can’t remember who it was on account of her taste in music is garbage so he refuses to listen to it. “You didn’t tell me your pretty little skater was Peter fucking Parker,” she says, throwing her hands up.

Tony shrugs, “didn’t seem relevant to your plot line,” he says, laughing as he dodges the shoe she throws at him. Peter laughs a little too, looking comfortable and happy in the pretty light pink cashmere sweater Tony got him.

“Not relevant to my plot line? Oh my god I’m going to kill you,” she says, running after him and Tony’s got no choice but to dodge her, running off in the last direction he saw Bucky in. Thankfully he’s not far off.

“Deal with your insane wife,” he yells at him as he runs past. Bucky happens to have fast reflexes and he scoops Natasha from the floor despite her protests and squirming.

“If you don’t drop me right now I will go Bobbit on your ass,” she tells him and she looks pretty serious about it too. Tony winces but hey, its not his dick so he’s not terribly concerned.

Bucky looks conflicted though, giving Tony a panicked look before giving Natasha the same look. Then he turns to Peter, who looks amused. “Let her go, this seems like it could be fun to watch,” he says and Bucky shrugs.

“Yeah, sounds good,” he says, clearly looking for an excuse to save his own dick.

“Who do you work for?” he snaps as he runs off, Nat hot on his heels.

“I’m not getting involved in whatever this is,” Bucky yells back. God damn flake. Tony might be pissed if it weren’t reasonable to be more afraid of Natasha than him. Out of the two of them she’s considerably less forgiving.

*

Peter is looking around Tony’s room, their room he guesses, in awe when Natasha finds him. Something tells him she’s dangerous and its not just the way she moves, clearly aware of her own body in a way that Peter is sure isn’t due to playing a spot. That and she looks about ready to kill anyone at a moment’s notice.

She eyes him, considering him for a moment before she seems to soften some. “The thing you need to know about Tony is that he’s one hundred percent in or one hundred percent out. Probably his worst flaw and there are way more where that came from,” she says. “I hope you’re prepared for that.”

Yeah, Peter already knows about the whole in or out thing, he’s currently living it. No one spends thousands of dollars on a skating outfit because they’re only kind of interested. “I don’t mind that,” he says honestly because he doesn’t. Whatever Tony’s deal is Peter likes the way he feels with him, the way Tony makes him feel like he’s actually worth something.

“You sure? Because his annoying tendency to love people gets old fast,” she says.

“You kind of sound like a sociopath. No offense,” he says.

Natasha shrugs, “I take that as a compliment. Means I can get the job done and I don’t feel bad about like like Tony does,” she says far too casually and Peter suspects he’s about to learn what Tony’s deal actually is.

“And that is?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Natasha,” Tony says from the doorway somewhat harshly. “Get out of my room.” He kind of sounds like a child but its pretty clear he and Natasha have a very... sibling like relationship. Not that he knows what that’s like but Ned has told him horror stories of locking his brother in the basement because he irritated him or some other thing. He hasn’t talked to Ned in forever too so he should probably call him.

“Tell your boy toy you’re a mob boss so he doesn’t get blind sighted by it,” she says, patting his shoulder on the way out. Tony grits his teeth, glaring after her and-

“What?”

Tony sighs, stepping forward and Peter knows he should step back but he doesn’t. “Baby,” Tony says and he takes another step forward when Peter doesn’t move. “Its... complicated,” he says eventually.

Peter still doesn’t move and he knows he should, should get the hell out of dodge but he can’t bring himself to go, not when he likes Tony so much. Not when it feels like he’s just entered into a fairytale and this is real life, there’s bound to be snags that a Disney story would never portray.

“What exactly does that mean?” he asks, unsure what to even ask here.

Tony takes another quick few steps forward and circles his arms around Peter’s waist. He leans into it, smiling when Tony runs his hands up and down his back. “I’ll be honest and say its probably better you didn’t know. Saves you from having to deal with being interrogated by cops,” he says softly. Also, Peter thinks, saves him from giving away any information to someone who might want to see Tony taken out of the picture. Whatever picture that might be. Ned’s going to tell him his thing for bad boys has gotten wildly out of hand and-

“I want a divorce,” he says.

Tony, the poor thing, looks confused. “We aren’t married. Yet,” he says, smiling softly down at Peter.

He grins back, happy. “Not to you, no. From Quent,” he says, laughing a little.

The elated look on Tony’s face has Peter erasing any worry he has about Tony’s extra curricular activities. He can deal with that later, if ever. Right now Tony lifts him into the air and Peter wraps his legs around Tony’s waist and kisses him soft and slow in the way he’s learned Tony likes. Tony makes him happy and he’s sure he can make Tony happy too.

[wolvesofinnistrad]

Hey, Love your BallumSex cannons. Can you do some more with Top Callum and Bottom Ben. Some where Ben can't believe how big Callum is. And them being really kinky about it Thank you :)

Hmm I can see like size kink but idk how much other kink will come into this (but rest assured I have at least 2 other kinky Ballum asks in my inbox so it will be done.  :D

(Headcanons under the assumption all the did was jerk each other off and very quick blowjob in the park because it makes it more interesting here.)

Objectively Ben knew Callum was big that night in the park.  

Like, the thing felt HEAVY in his hand.

But it was dark and heated and fast and dirty and the most he got out of it was trying to wrap his lips around it.

Of course Callum had come, not embarrassingly fast, but fast enough Ben didn’t nearly have enough time to really process what his dick felt like, tasted like, smelled like, and just how big it truly was.

When they’re finally together he gets his chance, they’re kissing on the couch, somehow lazy and heated.

“Callum your arm is digging into my hip.”

Ben looks at his boyfriend and he sees him blush, then feels two hands grab his ass.

“That’s not your arm is it...” Ben says, gulping as Callum shakes his head, clearly a bit shy still.

Ben drops his head to Callum’s chest and groans, sends out a thanks to whatever god deemed him worthy of a boyfriend that was both as nice as Callum was, and blessed with a humongous cock.

Ben’s a size queen, so sue him he knows what he likes.

He’s had guys that were big before, a nice 7 or 8 inches, once even a 9 inch bloke from India that made Ben act like a little bitch in heat over his prick.

But Callum, he doesn’t know if his brain is going to turn to mush as he stares at it through Callum’s slacks.

His hand comes over it and strokes him through the pants, making Callum moan almost as much as Ben does.

His hands shake as he undoes the zipper and pulls Callum’s pants down around his thighs, watching that massive cock spring free.

Ben’s just, in awe of it’s size.

Callum is by far bigger than any man he’s been with before, for fucks sake he’s bigger than some porn stars he’s watched in his favorite category (big cock, obvi)

“You alright?”

“Yes just, bloody hell Callum, you’ve got a monster between your legs...”

Callum gets shy at that, blushing.  “Is it too big?  I know Whit said before that it was, uh, scary.”

Ben reaches out and grabs hold of Callum’s cock, whining when he realizes that his hand just barely wraps around it fully, if it were any thicker his fingers would just barely reach.

“Callum, I need you to understand that you have the prettiest, hugest, most mouthwatering cock I’ve ever seen in my life and if I don’t suck it and ride it right this moment I think I might actually die.”

Callum blushes deeper at that, but he seems happy that Ben isn’t scared off by his size.

Ben wonders how Callum is going to react when he has someone that truly enjoys that size for all its worth.

“Ok, fuck this, off the couch, out of the clothes, I need you on the bed for this.”

Callum complies and when Ben’s sitting over his boyfriend on the bed once more he reaches for his edible lube (because of course he has that) and starts slathering it on Callum’s hard cock.

He holds the base steady and that’s when it hits him.  He takes his other hand and places it above that hand on the shaft.  

There’s still more cock even with both his hands on the shaft.

“Fucking shit...”

Ben can’t control himself any longer and dives in, taking what’s left in his mouth and sucking like a man possessed.

He hears Callum gasping and moaning, and it’s so incredibly hot, but what’s crazier is that he can tell he’s got at least a good 4 inches in his mouth before his lips touch his hand.

For a moment Ben thinks he might actually cry.

He just starts going to town sucking Callum off, using both hands (Both hands!!!) to jerk his boyfriend off fully.

“Fuck, Ben, that feels amazing...”

Ben doesn’t say that his mouth is literally watering and would have been more than enough to lube Callum’s cock alone.

He sucks to the head, lips gathering the foreskin and tugging it, even getting a bit risky and gently, very gently, grabbing it with his teeth which makes Callum moan harder.

After that he slowly pulls the foreskin back and works on the head.

His hole twitches at the thought of taking this inside him, his mouth is having a bit of a go trying to get it to fit.

If he has to buy a dildo training kit to work up to taking every glorious inch of his boyfriend he will, he’s going to get all of that inside him.

Stopping for a moment he moves up to kiss Callum, wanting to reassure him that this isn’t just about his massive cock, evne if his brain is kind of hyperfocusing on that aspect right now.

Ben’s never worried about his own size, mostly becaue he’s a power bottom, but he’s got a respecteble 7 inches or so, but next to Callum’s massive manhood even he looks tiny.

“Callum, Cal, I need you to know, I want to ride you til I drain every last drop out of those huge balls (because Callum’s got some grapefruits on him too), but it might take a bit because you are just, bloody insanely large.  But I like it, I really, really like it, ok?”

Callum nods, kissing Ben and smiling.  “Glad you aren’t freaked out.”

“Callum if you knew gay men better you’d understand how funny that question is.  But yes, I love you, and I love this cock.”

Ben goes back to blowing Callum after they kiss for a bit, but he grabs the lube again and begins to finger himself.

It’s been a while since he’s had a good fuck, especially anything close to Callum’s size, but he’s a trooper and he wants it really really bad.

After a while of trying to get the angle right he concedes he could use some help.

Besides Callum’s hands are frankly massive as well and he’s pretty sure a few of those fingers will do more to open him than his own, evne if they’re less skilled.

So he flips around, wagging his ass in his boyfriend’s face as he keeps sucking his cock.

“Mind a little help?”

Callum lubes up his fingers, surprised at the pleasant smell of the lube (”It’s strawberry”) and starts to work on Ben’s ass.

Ben’s moans are muffled by having that fat prick in his mouth, but it’s still enough to make Callum even harder, cock leaking directly onto Ben’s tongue with more precum.

By the time Callum has three fingers sliding nicely into his lover, Ben has managed to get about halfway to three quarters of Callum down his throat.

Even with having no gag reflex its tough, and the position isn’t right, but Ben promises himself he’s going to start training with some dildos for his mouth to if he has to, he just wants to be able to have all of Callum in him.

Ben breaks away, thankful for the reprieve as his jaw was beginning to hurt, and moves up to kiss Callum as he lubes his cock  again.

“Should I, uh, you know, get on top?” Callum asks, earnest and uncertain.

“Normally, I’d say sure, but with this big boy,” Ben chuckles as he strokes Callum’s cock, “I think I need to be in control.”

Callum nods dutifully and Ben moves back, rocking his ass on Callum’s dick, letting it slide between his cheeks so that both the shaft and his hole are completely covered in lube.

He’s going to have to change these sheets first thing in the morning.

“Can you just, hold the base so it’s steady, right?” Ben asks, arching up on his knees.

Callum does as asked, using his other hand to help Ben steady some, or maybe just an excuse to touch him.

Ben moves against the blunt head of Callum’s cock and groans, feels it stretching him just to take that.

“Fuck, fuckkkkk,” Ben moans as he keeps pressing until finally the head pops past his tight ring.

he can feel his hole stretched taut, muscles trying to close but unable to thanks to the girth keeping him open.

Ben hears Callum hiss in pleasure and he slaps a hand on his chest.

“Just, gimme a minute to adjust, shit...”

“Just take it slow, we don’t have to do this right now if you don’t want.”

“I want, I very much bloody want Callum.”

“Okay, I just don’t want ya getting hurt.”

“Trust me, I know my limits.  I’m not taking it all tonight, by far.  I gotta work up to that.  So lucky you, I’m gonna need a lot of practice.”

They both laugh at that, smiling and kissing as Ben adjusts to the intrusion.

Over the next five or ten minutes Ben slowly works more of Callum’s impressive length inside him, until he’s about halfway.

“Halfway, yeah?  Fuck, that name was more apt than I thought.”

Callum rolls his eyes at that, giving Ben a little pat on the bum too.

“Ok, I think this is about all I can take, roll over?”

They exchange positons, Callum over Ben now, still inside him, the movement making them both moan.

“OK, ok, take your hand and put it here,” Ben says, making Callum grab his own dick about two inches from where it’s lodged in Ben.

“Just, keep your hand there and you can fuck me, with that much of your dick.  I can take that much right now, just, try not to do any more than that okay?”

“Are you sure?”

“If it’s too much I’ll stop you.  Just, trust me Callum.”

Callum does, and he bends down to lay a kiss on Ben’s lips before drawing back out and going back in.

Ben’s so incredibly tight that Callum can barely stand it.

Callum is so incredibly large that Ben thinks he might cum on the spot.

The strokes are slow and measured, cautious, but Ben’s thankful for it because he feels split open on every thrust.

The burn is intense, but with Callum’s girth he can’t help but drag over Ben’s prostate with every thrust in and out which offsets it all with bursts of white hot pleasure.

Ben loses time for a while, the pleasure and stretch and the feel of Callum’s hand on his hip to ground him swirling together.

Callum is careful never to go past the limit Ben set, evne as he speeds up, his own hunger growing.

“I think I got a hang of where the limit is.  I’m gonna take off my hand okay?”

Ben barely evne hears him but he nods.

Callum starts really plowing him then, but he’s not getting more than he had before, just faster, harder.

Ben’s eyes roll up into the back of his head as Callum really doesn’t even need skill at this point, he just has to press into Ben and he’s a moaning, mewling mess.

A low whine breaks from Ben’s throat, turning into a high pitched Keen as Callum lifts his ankles over his shoudlers and really starts hitting him deep.

“More, gimme more.  I wwant that big fucking cock Callum!”

“No Ben, you said to be cautious.  You aren’t taking all of me tonight.”

“PLease, I need ti fuck!”

“No.”

Ben is begging for it like a cockslut after that, almost crying for Callum to give him all of it, but Callum never does, and later Ben will be thankful for that since he’d be wrecked if he tried to take it all tonight.

So lost in pleasure is Ben that he doesn’t evne notice his orgasm sneaking up, only that his own pleasure is building higher and higher.

Callum’ groaning and grunting and the sunds and the feel and all of it just becomes too much and Ben is coming untouched, screaming as the orgasm rocks his body.

His hole is practically convulsing, but it’s so filled by Callum it can’t barely move, which seems to create a feedback loop of sensations that drives the orgams on longer, milking Callums’ cock.

“Fuck, Ben!” Callum spills over then, the pressure on his cock too much as he pumps Ben full.

They both collapse after that, a tangled mess of limbs, sweaty and sticky bodies clinging together as they try to catch their breath.

Its about five minutes before either of them can speak, but finally Ben manages “I feel like I’ve been impaled.”

There’s a soft laugh after it though so Callum doesn’t worry too much.

“Was it...  good for ya?” Callum asks, still out of breath.

Ben turns to Callum with slightly glazed eyes.  “If it were any better I think I might have passed on.  I’d be in one of those pine boxes of yours tomorrow.  Here lies Ben Mitchell, fucked to death by Callum Highway’s massive fucking prick.”

“Shut up!”  Callum shoves Ben playfully.

“Ben’s entire insides had been rearranged by that monster cock.  Reports say Mr. Highway was arrested for smuggling a lethal weapon in his pants.”

Callum hides his face, laughing more than he has in years, feeling lighter and better than he has either.

And Ben, Ben feels so fucked out that hes not sure he can work tomorrow.

He might not evne be able to walk

“Seriously, they should knight your cock Callum, for services to the country.”

“It’s only serving one man now.”

“I will gladly be the sheathe for your blade good knight, the throne for your-”

“Ben, shut up.”

Ben smiles, kisses Callum.  He can get used to this.

[bugsgocracra0]

i’m so gay so i’m requesting a joe mazzello x male reader where maybe reader has a kid (probably like 3 or 4) from a previous relationship and he wants his kid to meet joe cause they’ve been dating for a few months and once joe meets readers kid it’s just pure fluff like joe acts like such a good dad to readers kid and readers heart just flutters ya know i just need fluff

A/n: THIS HAS BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR LIKE 2 WEEKS AND IM SO SORRY. I however couldn’t stop writing so you will get approximately 1000 words of cute Dad Joe. Ugh i love writing it so much. I hope you like it!

Y/nwrung his hands together as he and Joe stood outside the door of his apartment.Y/n stared at the man nervously, not knowing how he would react to seeingJimmy, his four-year-old son. Of course, Joe knew about him, having learnedthat Y/n had a son on their third date, but now that things were going steadybetween the two, he couldn’t help the nervous jitters that flew through his stomach.Y/n knew that this was the make or break situation and that terrified him. Hereally liked Joe, Joe was sweet, intelligent, kind, and so hot. To find a guylike that was a one in a million chance. So, the thought of him turning hisnose up at Y/n’s kid made his heart clench.

Joe reached over to grab the other man’s hand and smiledbrightly at him. Y/n let out a very shaky breath before squeezing Joe’s handand opening the door. Y/n lead the man inside, hands shaking ever so slightlyand a nervous smile planted on his face. Y/n walked int the living room to findJimmy and his babysitter planted in front of the Tv. Jimmy was watching some Disneyshow as Kacey was doing homework. Kacey looked up, eye brightening at the manbefore she poked Jimmy side gently.

“Hey buddy, Look who’s home.” Kacey smiled up at Y/n asJimmy turned around to see his Dad a few feet from where he was sitting.

“Daddy!” Jimmy squealed before running into his father’sarms, Y/n picking him up and kissing his cheeks loudly.

The boy began to blabber about his day, telling him aboutthe pretty Dinosaurs and the snacks he got to eat. Y/n looked over his shoulderapologetically at Joe where he stood behind him. Joe didn’t look too upset, ifhis warm smile placed over his cute facial features said anything.

Y/n turned his son around so they both could look at Joe,Y/n pointed at him. “Jimmy, this is Joe. He’s a really good friend of mine.”Jimmy’s eyes lit up, he quickly shimmied out of his Dad’s arms and walked over toJoe.

Jimmy stared at the man before pointing at him, “Do youlike dinosaurs?” Jimmy studied Joe with a hesitant look, Y/n just chuckled alittle at the irony of the question. Joe smirked before kneeling before theboy.

“I don’t like dinosaurs.” Jimmy’s face fell for a moment, “ILove them.” Jimmy giggled before making grabby hands at Joe which Joedelightfully responded to, Picking the boy up as he asked what his favoritedino was.

The two stood there for a long time, chatting aboutwhatever Jimmy’s four year old brain could come up with. Y/n watched theinteract, his heart warming at the sight. He knows now that there was no reasonto feel nervous because just like himself, Jimmy too to Joe very quickly. Y/nsmiled when Joe made a silly and stupid joke causing the child in his arm tolaugh loudly. Jimmy really liked Joe; Y/n could tell because of much he wastalking with him. Jimmy was very shy with people he was unsure of so seeing hisson be so open with Joe, made him want to grab the man and hold him forever.

Kacey tapped Y/n’s shoulder, telling him she was heading toher apartment now. Y/n nodded and smiled, giving her the payment for tonightand leading her to the door. When he came back, Joe and Jimmy were on the couch,Jimmy showing Joe something he drew that day. Joe looked at it and gasped,telling Jimmy he should draw for the movies. Jimmy laughed and told Joe he wassilly.

Y/n sat next to the two, “You know that Joe makes movies?”Y/n told Jimmy, his eyes widening and jaw dropping before looking at Joe.

“You. Make. Movies?” Jimmy’s eyes were basically fallingout of his head when Joe hummed and nodded. Jimmy squealed before grabbing Joe’sshirt and tugging at it. A series of questions flew out of his mouth quicklywhich Joe answered with ease and a grace that made Y/n’s heart ache so wonderfully.

–

Y/n held Joe’s hand as the in the same position just anhour ago, though this time Y/n was content and warm, a complete flip from whathe had felt earlier. Joe smiled at the man, his thumb brushing over Y/n’sknuckles. Y/n leaned into, Joe giving him a slow and passionate kiss. Joekissed back, his hand making its way up the man’s face, caressing his delicatefeatures. When they pulled, Joe gave Y/n a confused smile.

“What was that for?”

Y/n gave another peck on the lips before answering with asmall smile, “That was for you being so wonderful.” Joe caressed y/n’s faceagain, a loving look placed on his gorgeous face.

“The pleasure was all mine.”

Y/n grinned, “You know, he really likes you. And I think I mighttoo.”

Joe rose an eyebrow before leaning in, “Yeah, and I think Imight like like you.”

Y/n gasped in fake surprise, “Really? Little ol’ me?”

“Yep, little ol’ you.” Joe answered before planting a softkiss on his lips. “As much as I would love to stay here all night, I’ve got toget home. Can I see you and Jimmy next week?”

Y/n could feel his heart skip a beat before he pretended tothink carefully, “Hmm, I think I can fit you into my schedule.” Joe chuckledbefore kissing Y/n’s cheek.

“I’ll see you next week.” Y/n nodded before watching Joewalk down the long hallway. Y/n entered his apartment with a satisfied sigh anda warm feeling settled in his chest.

[meltwonu]

22. “Mine.”

36. “Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

notes; pantherhybrid!minghao, bunnyhybrid!reader, side bunnyhybrid!chan x reader, posessivedom!minghao, dirty talk/degradation, dumbification/name calling, breeding kink, restraints, sloppy seconds ☠️  also the way i read this and thought it was asking for a drabble where minghao storms over while the other two are fucking and makes it a threesome (altho imagine him making chan watch wheeww🥵) kdjfhsdkjh i cannot read 🤣🤣 LOL technically you dont need to have read that previous drabble for this one but i’ve tried to link it right here! Also!! I had an inbox msg floating around of someone mentioning an addition to a sequel to the original drabble as well but with Minghao going thru heat, if that was you, can you please send in ur request again bc the original request isn’t in my inbox so tumblr must've eaten it 😭 Anyway, thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

“Ngh, C--Chan… Harder… Please, I want it h-harder!”

“Ah, I--o--okay…” Groaning, he snaps his hips the tiniest bit harder; body rocking into yours as he fucks you from behind. You bite your lip in return, sobs threatening to spill when it’s not enough. 

You still wanted more.

Thoughts of Minghao flood your mind, pussy clenching around Chan who moans when he feels how much tighter you get around his cock. “I, fuck, ‘m gonna cum!” He cries out, cock throbbing inside of your pussy as you squirm underneath him.

The warmth of Chan’s cum floods your body and you let out a soft groan; noises muffled by the bed sheets as you rub your face into them.

You needed more.

*ding dong*

“Was---was that the d-door?” Chan slurs out, body slumped over yours as he catches his breath.

“I… t-think so?”

He sighs contentedly, sliding his cock from inside of you as globs of cum trickle down your inner thighs and drip down to the bed sheets. “Just stay here, I’ll get dressed and check.” You hum in agreement, waiting until you hear the door shut before you flop onto your back; Chan’s cum still dripping out of you as you whimper.

Chan checks his hair in the mirror on the way to the door, running a free hand through his mussed locks before twisting the doorknob open.

“Hi, can I---whoa.”

Chan’s hit with Minghao’s dominating aura the second the door flies open and Minghao shoots the younger male a sultry smile, eyes glimmering with equal parts threat and playfulness when he leans up against the doorframe. “I take it your… ‘session’ is done here?” He drawls, “You should let me take it from here.”

“Why exactly should I let you in?” Chan makes an attempt to seem threatening to the panther hybrid, body tense as he tries to stand his ground against the predator. Minghao can only laugh under his breath, already stepping in and forcing Chan to take a step back as the younger hybrid curses under his breath.

“You should really go before you see how much she begs for me. I wouldn’t want you to feel… threatened, y’know?”

You’re not sure how much time passes since Chan’s left but your eyes are clamped shut as you lay in your bed, fingertips gliding through the combination of your wetness and Chan’s cum when you tease yourself.

The door opens and you’re immediately hit with an all too familiar scent; breath hitching as you sit up to stare at the male through bleary eyes. “I--M--Minghao, I---”

“I know what you want, little bun. Oh? Look at you, sitting pretty in a puddle of cum.” He pouts mockingly at you, unbothered when he leaves the door to your bedroom wide open and saunters over to where you lay on the bed. “Did he even make you cum, hmm? Or is it not enough for you anymore? Could he make you feel as good as I do?” You spread your legs obscenely wide for him, letting him see how much of Chan’s cum still pours out of your hole.

“N-no, please, please! Need y-your cock in m-me! I, ah, need you to--to breed my sl--slutty p-pussy!” You cry out; all inhibitions thrown out of the window when Minghao easily slots himself between your legs. “Minghao, p-please!”

He grins down at you, reaching a hand between your legs as he uses the cum as lubrication before he thrusts two fingers into your cunt. You cry out, already clamping down onto his fingers. “You want me to fuck your ‘lil cunt? Fuck that other hybrid’s cum into you? Or do you want me to cum inside of you too? Fill you up so fuckin’ much that it’ll force his out of your used ‘lil hole.”

“I--I--please, anything!” A choked sob bubbles past your lips as Minghao chuckles and curls his digits inside of you.

“Anything, huh? Careful, you wouldn’t want to regret your words, bun.”

Minghao is impatient; he’d have to admit.

Having to hear Chan fucking you through the thin apartment walls was not how he wanted to spend his afternoon when he’d stared holes into the blank canvas and watched as the cup of tea had gone lukewarm before he heard Chan’s mention of cumming and all but bolted to the door.

“M--Minghao, ah! F--faster! Harder!” You thrash slightly underneath him; feral with the way his cock kisses your cervix and makes you wince before it mixes into pleasure. “G-god, ah, your c-cock is so b-big, it fills me--me up suh---so good! Fuck m-me deeper!”

He growls, snapping his hips into you harder as your body jostles underneath him. “Mine. You’re fuckin’ mine.” He reaches a free hand down, pinching one of your nipples as you whine and cry out his name. “That’s right. Who’s fucking you this good? Who does this pussy belong to, bun? I wanna hear you screaming my name while I fuck you this good. Let everyone fuckin’ hear it.”

Loud cries of his name roll off of your tongue as your back bows off of the bed, toes curling while your heels dig into the small of his back to bring him closer to you. “You--You, fuck, M--Minghao! I, ah, my--my pussy belong t-to you! Mmh, j-just fuck m-me ‘til all I know is--is how to t-take your cock!”

“Hmm, that’s right. You’re just my ‘lil cocksleeve, aren’t you?” He licks his lips, watching as your body shivers in complete lust. “Dumb ‘lil bun made to take my cock. I’ll fuck you so good, all you’ll know is how to take me in all your slutty ‘lil holes.”

Tugging at your restraints, you let out a whine. “Ngh, yes--yes, that’s, ah, what I w-want… Just wanna be y-your… dumb ‘lil h-holes…” Sniffling, your pussy clenches around him, already on the verge of an orgasm when he starts to double his pace. “I, mmh, want--want you to b-breed my p-pussy… wanna get nice and f-full of your cum, Minghao…”

“Oh, I know, ‘lil bun. And I’m gonna.” Using his hands, he unwraps your legs from around his waist, instead bringing them up and bending them until your knees are almost touching your chest. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum over and over ‘til we’re both satisfied and until my scent is all over you.” He smirks, watching your eyes cross when his cock slams into you repeatedly.

“Should we send a picture of your pretty ‘lil pussy filled with my cum to your old heat partner? Let him know you won’t be needing him anymore?” His eyes flit down, watching as his cock comes out covered in Chan’s cum with every thrust. “Fuck, can’t believe you’re letting me fuck your slutty ‘lil pussy with someone else’s cum inside of you. There’s still so much of it too, bun. Every time I thrust in, more of it pours out.” 

Minghao’s sultry yet teasing laugh sends you over the edge and all you can manage is a choked moan before your orgasm washes over you and your entire body is shaking underneath him. “Oh? That enough for you to cum, huh? Cute.”

He fucks you through your orgasm, growling when he feels your walls fluttering around his cock. “Gonna breed your pussy just like you deserve, bun~”

In the midst of your orgasm, you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you; sharp, hurried cries of his name rolling off your tongue when he only thrusts into you faster. “M--Minghao, please! C-cum in--inside my needy ‘lil h-hole ‘n breed me! I wanna, mmh, feel y-your cum pouring into m-my pussy... I--I need it... Need to be--be full o-of your c-cum...”

“Fuck!”

The feeling of Minghao cumming only draws out your own pleasure as your eyes roll to the back of your head when you start to feel the warmth of his cum inside of you. “Ngh, fuh--feels so warm… a-and deep...”

He opts to grind against you while he rides out his high; deep groans and harsh breaths all he can muster.

You tug on your restraints after a few moments, whining when he starts to let your legs down. “Minghao…” He laughs lightly as he stays with his cock deep inside of you, eyes trained on your lips that part in cute whines.

“What is it, bun?”

Biting your lip, you can’t help but clench around his cock, somewhat sated but also still craving more of Minghao the longer he makes no effort to move from between your legs.

“C-can I… s-sit on your cock…? Just l-like this? I wanna feel you, ah, k-keeping your c-cum plugged up in--in my p-pussy…”

Your cheeks burn hot under his intense stare but he scoffs teasingly, already reaching up to undo your restraints to get you in a more comfortable position.

“You wanna cockwarm, huh? Okay. And then I’ll bend you over and fuck you nice ‘n good again ‘til my cum’s pouring out of your spent hole.”

Nodding furiously, you let him take the reins, already anticipating what he has planned next.

“Please...”

[itsreigns]

The Stranger - Part 1

Baron Corbin x reader

(Y/N) is a bartender at a music venue, and one night a misterious stranger walks in, changing her life.

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Monday.

Ugh, Monday.

You loved your job, you really did, and normally you were in a good mood. But occasionally, you had those days where all you wanted to do was lie down on your comfy couch and watch some rom-coms while scarfing down snacks.

Today is one of those days.

Anyway, it could’ve been worse. One of the perks of working in a bar is attending some awesome concerts for free, and today a really awesome rock band would be there. You were really excited to hear them again. They’ve been at the bar a couple of times, and they’re great; the clients love them, and you even became friends with them.

You loved the bar where you worked, even though sometimes you hated the drunk men and their stupid slurs. But it’s a chill, cozy and warm place, the real good old-fashioned and intimate environment. And you absolutely love your coworkers, well, your friends. Kayla, Jonathan and Joanne are the best, and literally the best friends ever.

You just got to the bar, ready for your shift. Jo, Kay and Jon arrived seconds later.  Kay knows you as the palm of her hand, so once she laid her eyes on you, she knew you were on one of those days. The other two quickly caught up on it, exchanging knowing looks before attacking you with a group hug, instantly making you smile and feel better.

“Girl, c’mon, cheer up!” Kay grins, punching you playfully on the shoulder. “Soon that hot drummer from the band will be here making heart eyes at you.”

She winks at you overdramatically and you roll your eyes at her. “Nicholas does not make heart eyes at me, stop it.” You reply, but you’re unable to stop your dimple-showing smile from forming on your lips. “We’re friends. That’s it.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll pretend I buy it.” She chuckles, but then her face grows more serious, and she opened and closed her mouth right away, as if she was unsure of what she wanted to say. “It’s just… You should really let someone in. You deserve to love and to be loved, (Y/N).”

“I know, Kay… I know.”

You had been working for a couple of hours when Nicholas approached you. There weren’t many clients there yet, so you had some spare time, and you always had interesting and fun conversations with him.

Turns out that Kay was partially right, not that you’d ever tell her so or you’d have to listen to her ramble about it forever. There was no need to tell her though because she definitely noticed that Nicholas had come to catch up with you before he had to do some sound check with the band.

He was definitely sweet, and so talented. You loved watching him play the drums. And well, he’s pretty easy on the eyes too. But you just don’t… feel that click, that instant spark.

Well, yet. Maybe you will.

The concert had barely started when a group of very well-built and attractive, yet low-key and casual looking guys entered the bar. Immediately one of them caught your eye, you weren’t exactly sure why. He was tall, so damn tall. He wore a blue button-up that he had paired with some black skinny jeans and a black beanie covering his head. The sleeves were rolled up, exposing what appeared to be tattoos covering both arms, but you were too far away to tell.

He looked tough. His whole demeanor and physique practically demanded respect and authority. And yet, he had this sweet, protective, and caring vibe emanating off him.

Somehow, he must have sensed that you were staring because his gaze wandered around the bar stopping once it found yours. You quickly averted your gaze, silently cursing yourself.

What’s wrong with you? He’s just another guy in the bar.

You kept on serving drinks for the next couple of hours, and the group still sat there, chatting, drinking and enjoying the music. Your gaze traveled to their table for hundredth time, and you found yourself wondering what was it that seem to draw you to the stranger man.

Once again, you found yourself struggling to stop wondering about the man, and more importantly, to stop staring at him like a total psycho. You glanced again slightly, and bam! Locked gazes again. Once again, you quickly moved yours. What the hell.

“Hmm… Finally something, or should I say, someone caught your eye.” Kay acknowledges, smiling as she bumps her hip against yours. You can’t give her anything else but a shrug.

“Jeez Kay, I don’t even know the guy.” You shrug it off, adjusting some glasses that stood on the counter.

Suddenly, Kay clears her throat. “You will soon.” She mumbles under her breath, a smirk crossing her face.

Before you had any time to figure out what she meant and collect your thoughts, there he stood, right across the counter, staring at you. He sat down on the stool, his lips shaped in a small smile.

He starts tapping his fingers on the counter, and you wonder if it’s some sort of nervous tick. “How you doin’?” He asks, trying to break the ice, with a grin on his face.

Your mind wandered back to one of your favorite TV shows and, of course, Joey Tribbiani and his well-known catch phrase.

You shake your head lightly, trying to gather your thoughts. “Busy, thank you.” You mumble, quickly.

You can see his frown through the corner of your eye, before he speaks up again. “I can see that. I meant, how are you?”

“Look, I get it. I’m used to this and I’m not interested.” You sigh in defeat. He’s obviously drunk, as are 99% of the guys who hit on you.

As you finally faced him completely, you realized how confused he looked. Now you’re worried that you might have overreacted.

“Used to this? This what?” He asks, a frown on his face, giving you the confirmation that he was indeed confused.

You took a deep breath, silently cursing yourself. “Never mind. I’m sorry.”

Just as he was about to speak again, you walk away, letting Kay know that you need to go to the bathroom and motioning her to serve the tall-tattooed guy. And she did.

“What can I get you?” Kay asks the guy.

“Is she... uh, is your coworker okay?” He questions, looking slightly ashamed. Kay furrows her brows, urging him to explain himself. “I don’t know what happened but I think I might’ve bothered her with something I said.”

Kay is at a loss of words, she’s intrigued. She has a lot of questions, but she can’t exactly ask the costumer if he’s drunk or if he hit on her friend.

“What exactly did you do?” She finally says.

“I just asked her how she was doing. I was just trying to be nice, and do small talk... and she started this odd talk about how she was used to this and not interested. I didn’t really... understand.” He explains calmly, but clearly confused.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” The guy asks, but quickly saw in Kay’s face that she was scared to actually tell what was on her mind. “You can tell me, it’s okay. I promise.”

“Look... in our line of work, we are used to... you know, drunk guys making moves on us.” She confides.

He scratches his head through his beanie, chuckling lightly. “Uh, I’m not drunk. I had a couple of beers and that’s it. And I just thought she seemed nice. I wasn’t trying to get her to bed or anything.”

Kay is definitely surprised with this guy. Positively surprised. Which might as well be a first since she ever started working here.

There’s an awkward silence between the two for a few seconds. He seems to be lost in thought, staring into the counter intently, so Kay decides not to bother him. But suddenly, he sighs for a brief instant, before standing up, catching Kay’s attention again.

“When your friend gets here, tell her I’m sorry. I’ll let you work now.”

[teacherkmd]

Struggles of teaching in China

If you’re in a TESOL prep program, you’ve likely run across articles that talk about the challenges of teaching in China. Well, at the special request of a previous professor of mine, here’s my version.

There are some very good things about teaching in China. For example, it is literally culturally ingrained in the fabric of society that teachers will be and are respected. It means my word will not be questioned (even though sometimes maybe it should be?). What I say goes. Classroom management issues (at least at the collegiate level) do not exist. My students are highly motivated and disciplined. I do not have to worry about attendance; they will not skip. This being said, here are 10 very real struggles I’ve had to face in the classrooms here.

1. The classrooms do not belong to the teacher.

One of the biggest differences between China (and Taiwan) and the United States is that the classrooms do not belong to the teacher. In the US, we often think of the teacher as getting to design their own classrooms and buying materials and decorating it and being the perfect “pinterest” teacher. The students tend to rotate and switch classrooms when the bell rings. Here, that is literally impossible (which might actually be good since I’m poor, not artistic, and don’t have much free time). Teachers are the ones who rotate and the students stay in their classrooms. This set-up means I would have to buy or create duplicates of anything I wanted to hang on the walls. It is good in some ways (gives students ownership of their space, they have a space to study after school hours, they’re responsible for cleaning and maintaining it, etc) but it is also bad because I can’t take up all the wall space. I am sharing with all the other teachers in the department. If I want a vocabulary word wall, or want to put giant “I am thankful for...” turkey’s on the wall or display student work... I’d need to make sure it didn’t bother the other teachers first. If my vocabulary word list would be seen as cheating or distracting for another English class... well it can’t be there. It also means that if teacher’s aren’t cleaning up after themselves a lot of crap ends up laying around the podium. I remember walking in and being annoyed at all the random textbooks, pens, pencils, paper clips, scraps of paper, tea, and other junk in my teaching space. Oh, and don’t think about rearranging the desks... that doesn’t go over well. Not ideal at all. I’ve never taught in a place where I have gotten my own classroom to decorate and create the environment I want, so I guess I don’t really know what I’m missing. I can imagine all the cool things I could do if I did though. 

2. Poor study skills for Western educational expectations

Another issue I’ve come across is what I consider “lack of common sense” when it comes to studying and taking notes. I have to be VERY explicit about literally everything. Do my students need to bring paper to class? Then I better tell them ahead of time. Do I think they should have a place to take notes? Then I better tell them to buy a journal for my class. Do I think they should have a place to put handout? Then I better tell them to buy a folder. Do I think something is important and they should write it down? Better tell them to write it down. I’ve had to give pop quizzes on things I’ve said in class multiple times to prove to the students that they should be taking notes in class. I’ve had to tell them that maybe that random page in their textbook isn’t a good place to put notes. I’ve had to say so many things where I know in America students would be like “duh”. But, that's now how teaching and learning work here. They take notes by taking pictures of my PPT and that is about it.

3. Poor communication styles for Western educational systems

China kind of skipped over e-mail. They went straight from fax to WeChat (a social media platform this is kind of like What’s app and instagram all rolled into one). Therefore, when I tell my students they need to turn in their homework via email, a whole truck full of problems crash into my inbox. No subject line. No names. No attachments. No message. I have had to show them exactly what I want them to write in the email so I know who they are, what class they’re in, and how to formally address a teacher. I haven’t let them vary their emails yet, but if any of them plan to study abroad in America or to teach students who wish to go to the US for schooling, they really need to learn how to write emails. I just wish I had time to cover everything. 

4. Fear of speaking up

“My students are smart. They understand what I am saying. It isn’t my fault they aren’t answering.” -- I constantly have to remind myself of this. I can put them in groups and have them discuss a topic. If I walk around and listen, I hear them all on task, on topic, and answering and sharing opinions correctly in English. Then if I bring them back together as a whole class and ask what they talked about or for examples of what they discussed: dead silence, heads bowed, avoiding eye-contact. It is the most frustrating thing. I know they know the answers, I heard them talking about it, and I literally went around the room telling them good job while I was listening. The cultural expectation that the group is more important than the individual causes a standstill. Almost no students will volunteer an answer freely. They don’t want to be seen as immodest or like a know-it-all. They would lose face if they did so. But, if I call on them, it isn’t them choosing to answer, they will answer correctly and accurately. They’d lose face if they didn't answer a direct question. They can’t be the peg that needs to be struck back down. My classes are slowly getting better.. they know I will hold them over the end of class time if they aren’t responding to me. I’ve reminded them that there are no right or wrong answers. I’ve told them if they don’t know the answer then I need to know they don’t know. I can get group responses quite easily, but class discussions that include the teacher just aren’t happening. I’ve gotten them to speak up by asking them things and saying “I don’t know the answer, so I can’t tell you if you’re wrong. I just want to know what you think”. We had a pretty good discussion on cultural appropriation and halloween costumes. 

5. No concept of plagiarism 

“The right answer is the only answer” and “Imitation is the best way to learn” are common beliefs of my students. If you don’t know how to write or say something, say or write the exact same thing as someone else. Shared knowledge is better than individual knowledge. Nevertheless, 0s have been given out already this semester along with in-depth discussions about how I don’t want perfect work turned into me. If it is all perfect, I could go back home. 

6. Fear of failure to the point of not following instructions

The all important grade. It doesn’t matter if they feel more confident, or if I tell them I see significant improvement. They are only focused on one thing: their grade. They focus on it so much, that if I give them instructions like “don’t write down your conversation and read it for your homework recording”, they will completely ignore the instructions if they think their grade will be better. They were shocked when the recording that was perfect with good intonation, proper grammar, native like pronunciation, etc got a 0. When they asked why, I said they didn’t follow instructions. They wrote down their conversation. How could I tell? Not once did they hesitate, not once did they act interested or surprised by what their fellow classmates had said. It was all scripted. And they can’t understand me if I ask a question, so how would they understand their classmate without having to pause and think about it? hmm? I will say this issue has been very quickly solved. They’ve come to realize in my class that I want them at the level they’re at not at some superficial level they want me to think they’re at. 

7. Highly stressed students

My students have absolutely no free time. They take 18 hours of class a week. Some of them are in military training still. Some have other clubs. Every weekend there are at least 6 or 7 competitions for them to compete in. I assigned a speaking homework and all the responses were about how tired they are and how they can't sleep because they’re so stressed. It broke my heart. The following week, I asked them to take 30 minutes to draw minions in halloween costumes for homework to make relaxation mandatory. I sat outside with a group of them after an English Corner event for 3 hours and talked with them about their lives. They feel so much pressure to conform and meet expectations. Their other teachers yell at them and shame them for being wrong. The foreign teachers are the only ones who encourage them or try to get to know them. I recently boycotted the crappy computer labs they had me teaching in on the 6th floor. I taught in their classrooms on the third floor instead.  The other foreign teacher came in during break and said how nice it was to have me teaching across the hall from her because she could hear them laughing and sounding like they enjoyed learning. I hope my small amounts of encouragement help them. 

8. Poor teaching materials and environment

I know no textbook is perfect... but these are exceptionally bad. All the foreign teachers are from the United States, but the textbooks all teach British English which means there are lots of things in there that I disagree with. The topics aren’t interesting. They’re the same thing they’ve been learning since 3rd grade but with more complex, technical vocabulary that native speakers wouldn’t casually drop into a normal conversation anyway. It just bad. Trust me. The building is also falling apart. The computers don’t work half the time. The software isn’t up to date. The chalk boards are so old you can’t see what you write on them anymore. Just not good for learning. 

9. Poor teaching pedagogy

Another reason my students are stressed is because my teaching style is completely unknown to them. They’ve never been asked to analyze or explain how they know something. The other professors mainly expect them to memorize a passage and spit it out verbatim. They don’t have to understand what they’re reading or saying. They just have to be able to do it. There is an old quad on campus and in the courtyard, we call it the hive. Every student is out there whispering and reciting passages to themselves. The drone of their voices sounds exactly like bees. In my class, they can’t get by on memorization. I make it almost impossible to prepare for class. They have to be ready to use what they’ve learned and apply it in practical situations and discussions. This is naturally very stressful for them. They would do much better if I taught in an audio lingual style or grammar translation style like the other teachers. But, if the school wanted that they would have hired a Chinese national and asked for a foreign teacher. 

10. Class schedules that focus on quantity not quality  

I see my students once a week for 2 hours for 14 weeks. Think back to college.. you had class three times a week for 50 minutes, or twice a week for 75 minutes. Or grad school, I had class twice a week for 2 hours each time. The contact hours I have with my students are very limited. They want to get as many students in there taking as many classes as they can. They all get exposed to the foreign teachers and they cycle them in and out. There is no buy-in, no investment, and no way for me to get to know all of my students. I feel a lot of pressure to cram in as much as I can in the 28 hours of class time they get with me. It is hard to remember that they have 16 other hours of class a week, and that I’m not solely responsible for them learning English. It is just hard for me to imagine that they’re taking away anything from my class. If I didn't have these textbooks dictating the topics we could cover, I would cover much less and slow down and make sure each lesson was in-depth. Instead, I have to make judgement calls about how much time we can spend on each thing before  moving on. 

I don’t want you to see this list and think I am complaining. I am not. I enjoy my work greatly, and I feel very lucky to be working here at QuFu Normal University. My students are brilliant, and I appreciate them daily. However, these are the things I have to keep in mind when I am making lesson plans, working on curriculum, and deciding what to include in teacher training workshops. A lot of these difficulties stem from cultural differences and require me to adapt and change just as much as I am pushing my students to bend. I am becoming a more flexible, more capable, and more opinionated educator. I just hope my students are learning as much from me as I am learning from them and this teaching context. 

[talesfromthefade]

Happy DWC Friday! How about a kiss from your "I WANT THE K" list?

I feel like maybe I fail since this doesn’t include the actual kiss within it, but this has been sitting in my inbox and I just really wanted to write that moment when June finally gets the courage to Dorian in earnest about what’s going on/what they want between them. June wants the K! XD Hope you enjoy.

June Lavellan x Dorian Pavus, for @dadrunkwriting

“You’ve been flirting with me,” June blurts out, falling onto the stool beside Dorian. He’s doing his best to keep his voice steady, certain, to keep the words from sounding like a question, to keep himself from slouching or gripping the bar counter in front of him for support as his heart hammers hard against his ribs. Is it always this difficult, for everyone? Dorian always seems so at ease, but perhaps… No, June thinks, shaking off his darker thoughts and doubts. He’s never been particularly good at reading people, that’s why he’s here, why he’s broaching the topic, risking looking foolish and being awkward. He’ll reserve judgment, do his best not to form any opinions one way or the other until he has all the facts. Dorian is laughing.

“I have been flirting with you for nearly two months now,” the Altus confirms cheerfully, “but it’s good of you to finally notice.”

“I noticed before,” June protests, hoping rather than entirely believing the words don’t sound too defensive.

“Oh?”

“I-” June hesitates, not entirely certain how best to convey his thoughts. “It didn’t seem like I was the only recipient.”

“Ah,” Dorian nods, taking another sip from his wine glass. “Well, that is true.” A pause, before, “Were you hoping to be?”

June opens his mouth, the words ‘I don’t know’ automatically queued on his tongue, before he stops himself short, biting them back. It’s not entirely dishonest. He hadn’t been entirely sure at first. Now, though… “No,” June manages finally shaking his head. Dorian looks, surprised, but June can’t discern whether or not the answer disappoints him, so he keeps going. “Not really. You seem to like it. Flirting,” June nods clarifying. “You shouldn’t change. Not for anyone, except yourself. Anyway, I like you, just like this. I just… I wasn’t certain what or how much it meant- with me,” Dorian’s smile slips a little, mouth going slack as whatever he’d been about to say seems to escape him in favor of staring at him.

“You’re very direct.” June nods.

“I don’t really know how to be anything else,” he confesses softly, dropping his gaze to the bar counter away from those penetrating silvery eyes.

“Nor should you,” Dorian replies, the smile audible enough in his voice as to draw June’s gaze slowly back up to his once more. “It suits you. Besides, it makes for a refreshing change of pace. You speak your mind- and your heart- there’s a lot to be admired in that.”

June isn’t so sure about speaking to his heart. Speaking to any emotions at all, for that matter. It’s nothing anyone has noticed or felt the need to compliment him on before. Not that he is devoid of feeling. Far from it. Simply that feelings tend to make June feel vulnerable in a way he’s accustomed and uncomfortable feeling, see him acting impulsively and at times against logic. He’s done his utmost over the years to build and maintain a certain distance, an endeavor he thinks he’s been largely successful with. And if now and then along the way he had been lonely, well at least he hadn’t lost anyone else. But now, Dorian, perhaps even without meaning to seems to have torn it all down. Or, at the very least the illusion that such a thing was ever possible or sustainable.

“Do you? Admire that?”

“I do,” Dorian nods, still smiling. “And plenty of your other finer qualities.”

“So, the flirting-” June prompts, biting his lip a little as he makes a valiant effort to fight down the flush of heat he feels creeping up his cheeks and spreading to his ears. “You stopped for a while.”

“You never flirted back,” Dorian shrugs, though there’s absolutely no bite or bitterness to his assertion, it is merely a statement of fact.

“I didn’t- I don’t know how,” June replies, correcting himself, feeling more than a little embarrassed.

“So I gathered. Eventually,” Dorian nods. “And promptly resumed my flirting,” he grins playfully, toasting him with his glass, before downing the last swallow of his wine. “For you, not turning me down or asking me to stop was flirting.”

“I’m sorry,” June mumbles, momentarily wishing he could spontaneously melt into the floor.

“Don’t be. It was- almost endearing somehow, once I figured it out.”

“Being well-read has allowed me to understand languages, words, but it doesn’t always mean I know the best way to use them. Sometimes there’s just too many to know the right one. Or none of them feel right. And with you, I- You’re-” June tries again, before shaking his head with a frustrated huff, tossing his hands in the air. He begins to sign things without much awareness of it. It’s second-nature to do so when words become too difficult for one reason or another, a habit he’s never entirely fallen out of and lately become more comfortable with using since he’s begun teaching Josephine and the rest of his advisors some of the most common ones he uses.

“Terrifying,” Dorian asks, once more sounding rather surprised. It takes a few more seconds for June to stop and realize just what the Altus has said, that Dorian has actually read and understood at least one of his gestures. “I’m terrifying?”

Slowly, reluctantly, June nods.

“Hmm,” Dorian hums thoughtfully. “Not the most flattering adjective I’ve ever had posed to me.”

June wants to say that there were others. Other adjectives, better compliments than the suggestion that he is terrifying. Wants to explain what he means, but his throat suddenly feels even tighter than before, the words dying there before they can make it to his tongue. He swallows down hard on the lump that seems to have formed in the back of his throat and tries again.

“I- I can’t be entirely logical when I’m around you.”

“Now that,” Dorian smiles, perking up a bit, “is a compliment.” Then at June’s confused and incredulous stare. “You are probably the most logical person I know.”  The elf frowns because that doesn’t sound like a compliment. It’s not an unfamiliar assessment, but few people have ever phrased it as a positive.

“I want to kiss you,” June blurts out, quite before he can think any better of it and stop himself. Flames, yes, he can melt into the floor any time now.

“Well, I daresay that could be arranged,” Dorian chuckles, “but let’s take this somewhere more… private? Somewhere where a hundred onlookers won’t think I’m stealing the Inquisitor’s soul.”

“After you,” June nods, doing his best not to jump up too eagerly from his stool.