#but yeah it's possible and the longer i teach and the more students i have. the more possible it becomes

[delugyu]

by a string

summary: Yeonjun’s got a lot on his plate. Not only does he have to worry about being a star student, but he also has to be the city’s web-slinging hero. And a lab intern. And a semi-decent roommate. And a little bit in love with you.

pairings: yeonjun x fem!reader

word count: 18.9k

tags: fluff, smut (mdni), some angst, spiderman!yeonjun, his webs shoot from his actual wrists like tobey maguire’s spiderman, college au, yeonjun is a cute awkward charming nerd, inaccurate science stuff sorry, blood, physical violence, lots of spidey shenanigans, campy weird action scene teehee, small arguments

smut tags: making out, heavy petting, webs as cuffs LOLLL, thigh riding, edging, fingering, praise, unprotected sex, cum eating, oral (f rec.), yeonjun is so playful and such a tease

notes: omg she’s finally here!!! i am so excited to get this out to u guys hehe<3 tysm for all the love on the teaser, i hope spideyjjun steals ur heart. enjoy the fic !!!

Saving the city can suck sometimes. Homework sucks significantly more. If Yeonjun had the option to zip through the city chasing some bad guys instead of sitting here trying to finish his calculus assignment, he’d be flying out his window in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, responsibility is a virtue, and Yeonjun cannot swing through the city for no good reason.

The one good thing about this tedious, awful calculus homework is that if it’s hard enough, he always gets a text from you. His body springs to life when he hears his phone buzz, rushing to pick it up and check the notification.

[you] have u done the calc homework

[you] how do you solve #4 :(

Do most of your conversations revolve around your shared class? Yes. Does Yeonjun ever get tired of teaching you the concepts? No, never. In fact, he stretches out his explanations as long as possible to keep you talking to him longer. Yeonjun never knew before that math talk could make his heart flutter.

“So, does that make sense?” he asks after a long-winded explanation. He’s almost out of breath after spewing out so much math jargon, but being on a call with you for ten minutes has similarly breathtaking effects.

“Yeah. Thanks, Yeonjun.” He bites back a giggle upon hearing your words. “You should seriously be teaching this class,” you say with a laugh.

“Oh, no, I wouldn’t—I mean, I’m—I’m more of a science guy,” he stammers out, lips tightening into a thin line at the embarrassment of stumbling over his own sentence. “Our professor’s pretty cool, too,” he adds as if that saves him at all.

“Is he? Maybe I should start going to his office hours,” you muse.

Oh. Well in that case, your professor sucks. Yeonjun can’t have you stop coming to him for math help; you’d never talk to him at all if it came to that!

“He’s not that cool,” Yeonjun says. You laugh, and he huffs out a short chuckle too.

“Noted. I’m gonna go now, but thanks for helping me. You’re the best.” Your praise goes straight to Yeonjun’s head, making him feel like the greatest man to ever live. He doesn’t even feel this accomplished after going out on his little spidey-missions.

He’s a beat too late to say goodbye or good night to you, the call already hanging up as he opens his mouth to speak. He melts into a puddle over his desk, sighing out as he plays back his conversation with you in his head. He thinks you have the prettiest voice he’s ever heard. You’re so smart, too. He never has to over exert himself to get you to understand, though he would happily do that for you.

He jolts up as his roommate walks into his dorm. Yeonjun glances at him quickly as he straightens out his posture, picking his pencil back up and returning to his homework.

“Hey,” his roommate, Soobin, greets quietly. Yeonjun didn’t know Soobin prior to this semester, but he’s been pretty nice. He’s very quiet, but very respectful of Yeonjun’s space. It’s much appreciated, considering Yeonjun’s hiding a few of his red and blue spandex suits in his closet.

“Hey. How was your day?” Yeonjun asks, only half-interested in the conversation.

He watches Soobin shrug from his peripheral as he slides off his shoes. “Normal,” he answers.

Yeonjun nods. “Cool.” The conversation kind of dies after that, which is fine. Soobin isn’t the most extroverted person, and Yeonjun doesn’t push him to talk more than he’s willing to. He sometimes forgets he even has a roommate with how quiet it gets in the room.

Yeonjun regains his focus a minute into the silence. His eyes widen when he realizes that there’s now a doodle of your face on his calculus homework—when did that get there..? His face heats up as he grabs an eraser from his desk’s drawer. Thank god he didn’t do this assignment in pen.

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Yeonjun’s not really paying attention to the professor, finding more interest in taking quick glances at you. You’re wearing a different bracelet today. It’s really pretty—maybe he should compliment you on it. Is it weird to lean in and tell you that? Are you close enough where he can compliment you without looking weird and creepy?

He rests his head in his hand and starts doodling in his notebook, mindlessly scribbling on the page while he waits for the lecture to end. He thinks of quick conversational things to say, something to discuss in a few minutes when it’s time to pack your bags and leave. Interesting class, right? Who would’ve thought—Yeonjun looks up at the projector to see the professor’s notes—the shell method… would be so cool… Maybe he shouldn’t say that, actually.

He’s honestly better off not trying to strike up a conversation with you at all; the chances of it leading to total and utter embarrassment lean greatly towards one hundred percent. He just wishes he had a little more spine, or that he was naturally a little cooler. The only interesting thing about him is something he can’t even talk to you about, or with anyone at all.

Yeonjun barely registers it when the professor dismisses class. He steals one last glance toward you, lips parting like he finally built up the courage to speak, but the words build up in his throat and die on his tongue. He seals his lips and focuses his gaze back on his own things, closing his notebook and shoving it in his bag. It’s not worth it. He decides he’ll just keep his mouth shut.

“Hey Yeonjun?”

Yeonjun almost jumps out of his seat, and he has to fight away his nerves as he turns to you. You’re packing your things back into your bag, not even looking at him. A part of him thinks he might be hearing things until your eyes meet his, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah?” he responds, voice coming out strained. He clears his throat.

“We’re friends, right?” you ask. He blinks, feeling like this is some kind of trick. He analyzes your face, making sure there’s nothing snide or teasing hidden in your question. You look honest enough, which puts him at ease.

“Yeah, for sure.”

“I hope that’s not sarcasm,” you say, getting up from your seat and adjusting your bag over your shoulders.

“It’s not! Really, we’re friends,” he reassures. You walk past him and he follows, leaving the classroom and entering the busy hallway.

“Well, good. I wanted you to go with me somewhere.” Your statement is wildly cryptic, and it leaves Yeonjun’s mind whirling with the possibilities of what you might offer.

“Right now?” he asks. “I-I have class…” As much as he likes you, he really can’t risk dropping his grade due to missed attendance.

You laugh, “No, tonight. There’s this party, and I”—you keep talking, but Yeonjun barely registers it. He’s never partied in college before. What would he even do at a party? He can’t handle his drinks well, and he’s not sure how well he’d blend into that kind of environment. He’s scared he’d make a fool of himself.

As you leave the academic building, you turn to Yeonjun, raising a brow in question. You must have asked him for his confirmation. Yeonjun forces his brain to rack up a response.

“Could you text me the details..?” Yeonjun asks. You relax a little at his words, nodding happily. You pull out your phone, ready to text him now. Yeonjun feels his heart pounding. He catches sight of the time on your phone, noticing he’s only got five minutes until his next class. The hall he’s supposed to be in is at least a three minute walk from here.

“There,” you say, awarding Yeonjun with a grin so bright that being late to class might just be worth it. “I really hope to see you there.” You tilt your head a little, and Yeonjun feels starstruck.

“You will,” he promises mindlessly.

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Yeonjun feared he might’ve been in trouble when his professor asked him to stay after class. Turns out, it’s something much worse.

“Yeonjun, do you think you could help in the lab later today?”

Yeonjun doesn’t think much before he nods. “Yeah, of course, how much later?”

“Around 6 this evening,” his professor answers. Yeonjun’s heart drops. That would be perfectly fine any other day, but he promised to go out with you today. Of course the party would start at the same time Yeonjun’s professor wants him to stop by the lab.

“I’m not sure I have the time,” Yeonjun says quickly, suddenly fidgety and feeling antsy to leave the room. “I’ve got this… thing to do.” His professor doesn’t look too convinced. Yeonjun wants to facepalm himself. Yeah, great excuse.

The professor sighs, but Yeonjun starts up again before his professor can say anything. “I can come in earlier! I’m free right now, so I could just go over after this.”

“The cells we’re working with need a full 24 hours in culture for the sake of our research. Are you sure you can’t push your plans forward? Or back?” he asks.

Yeonjun’s stomach twists with guilt. He knows he shouldn’t let his professor down. Yeonjun’s kind of counting on him to write his recommendation letter for a graduate program, too.

“I’ll push the plans back,” Yeonjun says, giving in. He hopes the dejection isn’t too evident in his voice. His professor smiles and pats Yeonjun’s shoulder in thanks. He half-listens as his professor gives him the usual rundown of what to do during and after the process, nodding along and holding back the frown that tries to tug at his lips.

When Yeonjun finally leaves the building, he lets out the heaviest sigh of his life. His shoulders sag, and he feels like he might be the unluckiest person in the world. You finally give him attention outside of just asking for homework help, and the universe just had to intervene. This is laughable. It’s also stupid. Annoying. Frustrating.

There’s a pout etched onto Yeonjun’s face as he walks back to his dorm. He’s got a couple hours until he needs to go to the lab, so maybe he can take a nap or tidy up his room a little. His head hangs low, gaze transfixed on the sidewalk, kicking along a small pebble that keeps him company on the way.

He only picks his head back up as he walks past a certain field of grass, one he often finds you sitting in. Sometimes you’re on your laptop, sometimes you’re taking notes in a textbook, but most of the time you’re just lounging and doing nothing. It’s almost inspiring. Yeonjun would probably benefit from relaxing and decompressing more.

You’re there, sitting cross-legged on the grass, peaceful and silent. You look up suddenly, making eye contact with Yeonjun. His face flushes, but before he can turn his head in embarrassment, you raise your hand and wave. Yeonjun almost stops in his tracks. You’re waving at him, acknowledging his existence yet again.

He smiles and waves back, failing to tame his heartbeat as he takes the sight of you in. He’s forced to look away when he nearly stumbles over the pebble he’s been kicking around—“Oh, shit!” he utters, quietly enough to not draw attention to himself.

He glances back at you casually, making sure you didn’t witness him tripping. Fortunately, you’re on your phone, no longer paying him any mind.

Back at his dorm, Yeonjun stands by his closet, contemplating what exactly to wear tonight. He also has to make sure his outfit is lab-friendly, so the loose sweater he’d been eyeing is a no-go. He sighs, looking at himself in the mirror. Maybe the t-shirt and jeans he’s wearing now will suffice.

Time passes slowly, slow enough for Yeonjun to clean his half of the room, make himself a small meal in the communal kitchen, and even read a chapter ahead in his calculus textbook. He almost feels relieved when his alarm sets off to go to the lab, eager to get his work over with.

He’s determined to get this done quickly enough to still see you tonight. The thought of letting you down the one time you ask him to hang out is almost painful. He imagines the frown you’d wear next time he sits next to you in class. He can’t let that happen; he has to make sure he gets to you.

He throws on his lab coat and adjusts the goggles to fit onto his face. He sighs as he grabs containers of various chemical compounds from the cabinet, leaving them on the counter as he fetches the other materials he needs. With everything set out in front of him, he grabs the petri dish of cells and glances at the procedural note his professor left.

Yeonjun’s done this enough times to get into the swing of things, so he’s not too concerned with double checking his every move. His bigger priority is getting this done as fast as possible so that he can get to you. Lab work is never particularly fun or interesting, so he passes the time thinking about you.

The smell of the chemicals burns Yeonjun’s nose a little, and he wonders for a second if he’d been zoning out too much. He picks up the procedural note and glances over the measurements again, making sure he’s been adding the right amounts of everything. If he does something wrong and messes with the cell culture, he risks not being allowed back in the lab. He should probably slow down a bit, even if it means making you wait longer.

He’s more careful throughout the rest of the process, pushing back the worries that he might’ve messed something up. He continues to reassure himself that everything’s okay as he finishes up his work, placing the lid back on the petri dish and storing it away. He writes the date and time on a piece of tape that he sticks onto the lid, then finally lets his body relax as he steps back.

He cracks his knuckles to alleviate the stiffness that had been building there and rolls his shoulders back, groaning at the soreness of his muscles. All the fine motor movements from working in a lab does a number on his arms and fingers.

He hears a rattle, and he turns quickly to make sure he didn’t knock anything over in his haste. His eyes scan the room, but nothing looks amiss. He shakes the feeling and sheds himself of his lab gear, eager to head to you at the party already.

It’s been over an hour, and the thought of you waiting so long for Yeonjun’s arrival strikes guilt inside his chest. He opens his phone to find the path he needs to walk to get to the house the party’s being held in, eyes bugging out when he sees that it’s a twenty minute walk from the lab. Shit, by then you’ll have been waiting an hour and a half for him to show up!

He groans, trying to think if there’s a better way to get to you. The buses around campus don’t stop at the street he needs to get to, and it’s not like he has one of those electric bicycles or scooters that everyone seems to love. He wonders now if it might be a worthy investment. He pouts and throws his head back, totally drained from everything happening today. His eyes land on the tops of the academic buildings and the tall trees overhead. Maybe there is another way to get there after all.

No, he shouldn’t. That would be way too reckless. He’s already gone through the whole power and responsibility spiel, and he’s not in the mood to get himself in trouble for acting rashly. But if no one sees…

He turns his head and scans for people in each direction. No one’s around. No one would know, and he really needs to get to the party before he makes himself look like an asshole. He checks for anyone one last time, then aims his wrist towards the sky.

“Yeonjun! What’s up!”

Yeonjun startles and brings his arm back to his side hastily. He whips around to see who’s talking to him and lets out a breath when he sees his friend who had just exited the lab building. “Taehyun, hey man,” he says, ignoring the anxious pounding of his heart. That was way too close. Lesson learned.

“Didn’t catch you at the physics meet last week. Everything alright?” Taehyun asks. Yeonjun really hopes this conversation doesn’t take too long. The last thing he needs is another ten minutes piled on top of how late he already is.

“I’m good, I was just”—controlling a fire set by some idiot arsonist, then trapping said arsonist with his webs until the cops arrived—“uh, kind of sick.”

Taehyun hums and nods. “Well, we missed you bro, hope you’re feeling better. I’ll see you around!” Yeonjun waves and returns the smile his friend gives him, then walks as fast as he can to the location you sent him. He manages to get there in fifteen minutes instead of twenty, only at the expense of heavy breathing like he just finished a marathon.

When he gets to the entrance, there’s two men Yeonjun has never seen in his life guarding the door. He almost scoffs. What is this, some kind of nightclub?

“You got the money?” one of the guys ask.

“What?” Yeonjun scrunches his brows and leans his head forward a little, thinking he might have misheard him.

“No money, no entrance,” the other man says.

“Dude, come on!” Yeonjun whines.

“House rules. Stop wasting our time and get out of line.”

“No, no, I’ll”—Yeonjun sighs, reaching into the back pocket of his pants to fetch out his wallet. “How much?” he asks. The men tell him, and he bites back the complaints that almost push past his lips. Yeonjun slaps the bills into the guy’s open palm. They finally open the door for him, and Yeonjun steps inside.

He’s taken aback by how many people are cramped into this place. The house is pretty big, but there’s at least a hundred people mingling around, which makes space tight. He squeezes past the crowd with muttered apologies, but no one seems to pay him any mind. He scans every room for you, but it’s a little hard to do it efficiently when there’s so many faces to check. A part of him fears you might’ve left already.

He pulls out his phone, ready to text you and ask, before he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns at the action and smiles when he’s met with your pretty face. “Hey, you!” you exclaim. “I thought you bailed on me.” There’s no real bite to your words, but it still makes Yeonjun frown.

“I’m sorry. I had to do this lab thing, and”—

“It’s alright, don’t explain. You’re here now!” you say. “Did you have anything to drink?”

Yeonjun shakes his head. “I don’t drink much.”

“Me either,” you say. You look out the window, then grab onto Yeonjun’s hand. His brain short-circuits, and he has to stop his eyes from going all dumb and wide. “It’s kinda stuffy in here. Let’s go outside.”

Yeonjun puts up no fight as you lead him out the back door, walking out into the yard. There’s almost as many people out here as there are inside, but the lack of walls means there’s more space to move. It’s much more breathable.

He takes quick glances at your face, trying to decipher what you’re staring so hard at. Your gaze is fixed on a small group of people just sitting and laughing. All the guys have girls in their laps, and a few girls stand around them, sipping their drinks. They all look happy. And drunk.

“Did you want to join them?” Yeonjun asks. He doesn’t know any of those people, but he’ll go if that’s what you’d like. It’s not like there’s much else to do when you’re not drinking or dancing.

The LED lights that line the house reflect in your eyes, making them dazzle extra bright. Your eyes dart to the group one last time before you shake your head. “Nah. Let’s just sit down and talk.” Yeonjun gladly obliges.

You find an empty spot to sit at, looking up at Yeonjun after you situate yourself. He laughs a little, “You really like sitting on the grass, huh?”

You smile at him and pat the ground next to you. “Don’t act like you’re too good to connect with nature.”

“It’s more about getting grass stains on my pants,” Yeonjun says, but sits beside you anyways.

You turn your head to him, and something about seeing your face this close makes it hard for him to keep eye contact. It’s quiet for a few seconds before you speak up, “So how come you said yes to the party?”

Something about your question strikes fear inside Yeonjun. Did you find him out? Do you know he likes you? Maybe this is some kind of humiliation ritual you’ve set him up for.

“Cause you asked,” he answers, voice a little meek as he fidgets with his hands in his lap.

“And if it was someone else who asked?”

Yeonjun thinks for a second, but he can’t come to an answer. “I don’t know. Like who?”

You hum and look into the crowd of people. Your head turns back to him after a couple seconds. “Like Yerim,” you say.

Yeonjun laughs as if the scenario is ridiculous, mostly because it is. Yerim would never even give him the time of day. She’s notorious for being cold to anyone who she isn’t interested in. Somehow, that seems to attract a bunch of guys to her. Not Yeonjun, though.

“No chance I’d go,” he says.

“So what makes me different?” you ask.

A lot of things. You’re nice, and you’re smart, and you’re down to earth, and you’re a beacon of warmth. Everything makes you different.

“Cause we’re friends,” he says instead. He wants to punch himself after the words leave him. This was his chance to flirt with you, yet he couldn’t even muster up the courage to give you a single compliment.

You nod. “I’m just asking cause… well, I guess I’m just surprised you agreed to come.” Your eyes meet his, warm and kind. “Thank you for that, by the way.”

Yeonjun’s stomach does flips when you look at him like that. “You’re welcome.” It goes quiet for a moment, so he continues, “I think this was worth handing over the last of my cash for.”

You burst out laughing. “They made you pay?! Why didn’t you just say you’re here with me?”

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” he says. He bites his tongue after the words leave him. Who is he to assume there will be a next time? He hopes you don’t call him out on it.

“We should just go somewhere else next time. There’s a lot of places downtown that I want to visit,” you suggest, bumping his shoulder with yours. Yeonjun almost explodes.

“We should do that then,” he agrees. He’s not sure what suddenly drew you to him as more than some kind of tutor, but he thanks the universe for bestowing him with all this luck.

“There’s that bakery that opened a couple months ago,” you mention.

Yeonjun lights up. “Oh my god, I’ve been wanting to go there too!”

You squeal in excitement and clasp your hands together. “Let’s do that next. Tell me you’re free on Sunday,” you say.

“I don’t know, things come up last-minute sometimes. I’ll let you know.” It’s hard to make plans when he’s basically living a double life. Then again, he did agree to going out with you tonight on a whim. He’s not very consistent with his rules. He pushes the thought back.

Your eyes land back on the group of people hanging out and laughing. Yeonjun frowns, and he wonders if he’s not entertaining you enough. He doesn’t want to keep you from having fun.

“Why do you keep looking at them?” he asks, curious and soft. He hopes he’s not prying.

“They’re just some friends,” you answer.

“Oh. Why don’t we go say hi, then?” he offers.

You pull your lips into a tight line. “I’d rather not.”

“That’s alright,” Yeonjun says. You give a small smile in appreciation.

“What about you?” you ask. He tilts his head, not knowing what you mean. You continue, “Who’s in your friend group?”

Yeonjun laughs awkwardly and shrugs. “I mostly hang out with the physics honor society,” he admits.

“That’s cool. You must have a good bond.”

“We do,” he says. “How’d you meet your friends?”

You smile at him, and something in your face tells Yeonjun that it’s a complicated story. You sigh dramatically and lean back a little, “I met them at parties. Does that surprise you?”

Yeonjun’s not sure if that’s a rhetorical question. “No. You’re friendly. I can see why people come to you,” he answers.

“Thanks,” you say, voice a little quieter.

“Are you friends with your roommate?” he asks.

“I don’t have one. I live in a single dorm.”

Lucky. If Yeonjun had the extra money to spare, he’d be dorming alone too. It would definitely make heading out as Spider-man easier; he’d just be able to change in his room and jump out his window. Assuming no one is around to see, that is.

“That must be nice,” he says.

You shrug. “It’s alright. What about you? You got a roommate?”

“Yeah. We’re…” Yeonjun struggles to find a word to describe his relationship with Soobin. They’re not exactly friends, but they’re peaceful with each other.

You laugh and finish the sentence for him, “Roommates and nothing more.” There’s a lilt to your voice when you say that, and you wiggle your eyebrows like that’s supposed to suggest something.

“Ignoring your insinuations, yeah, pretty much.”

“I’m just kidding,” you say. He’ll let you make jokes at his expense all you want, it doesn’t bother him. Especially not when it means he gets to see you all giggly and happy. He thinks that you look the prettiest like this. Yeonjun would stare at you smiling up at him forever if he could.

The sound of a guy calling your name pulls Yeonjun from his stupor. He blinks at the man standing before the two of you, then looks at you with scrunched brows as if to ask who is that?

His unspoken question is answered the next second. “Hey, Kai,” you say. When Yeonjun gets a better look, he realizes that this is one of the dudes in the group you kept looking over at.

“Who’s this guy?” Kai asks, jutting his chin toward him.

“I’m Yeonjun.” He goes to hold out his hand for Kai to shake, but quickly puts it back down upon realizing that might be weird.

“Oh, Yeonjun from calculus. I know you,” he says.

“I didn’t know you’re in that class too,” Yeonjun muses.

Kai laughs, “I’m not. Y/n just talks about you.”

Yeonjun nearly melts. You talk about him. This is the best day of his life.

“Anyway,” Kai continues, looking at you again. “I need a couple more people on my beer pong team. You guys down?”

Yeonjun turns to you to gauge your reaction. He can’t really tell what you're feeling, not even when you face him as you contemplate your answer. Yeonjun shrugs, as if to tell you that he’s down for whatever you want to do.

“I think I’m good,” you say.

“Ah, alright, you bummer,” Kai jokes, stepping back and sending you a bright smile. “Continue your convo with the calc lord, I insist.” He’s gone after that, jogging off to the rest of his friends, setting up the game.

“Calc lord?” Yeonjun repeats, amused.

Your laugh is accompanied by a roll of your eyes. “He means it nicely, I swear.”

“Well, depending on how well he does in this game, I might start calling him beer pong lord,” Yeonjun says. You push at his shoulder as your laughter continues.

Yeonjun already knew he likes you a lot, but as the night goes on, he finds out that you’re even better than he thought. Conversation unfolds easily with you, even if Yeonjun’s answers are dorky and awkward at times. He feels exactly how he thinks you look when you sit in the grass alone: content and peaceful.

He’s not sure how many minutes or hours have passed when you ask him to walk you back to your dorm. All he knows is that tonight could have stretched into infinity, and that would’ve been fine. He follows you into the building, then into your room. He’s not sure why. It just feels right.

“Thanks for bringing me back,” you say. Yeonjun smiles and nods. He leans against the wall and stares out the window. You live on the top floor of your building, so the view’s pretty different from Yeonjun’s second story view. This would be a fun room to swing out of.

“Do you need anything else?” Yeonjun asks. A smile slowly takes over your face, and you cross the room to stand in front of him. You blink up at him, and something about it feels flirty. If he wasn’t biting his tongue so hard, his thoughts would have slipped right past his lips: you look cute.

You break the short moment of silence with a giggle. “Just for you to promise me we’ll hang out again,” you say, voice barely over a whisper.

Yeonjun has to remind himself to breathe and be normal. “I promise,” he says. He even holds out his pinky to seal the deal. You curl your pinky around his, accepting the playful gesture.

“Did you want to stay?” you ask. You look out the window, then back at him. “I’m okay with sharing my bed.”

That definitely flusters Yeonjun. “Oh, no, I’m—I was gonna just walk back to my dorm or something. Or take a bus. I don’t know. Thank you, though.”

You laugh. Hopefully not at his sputtering and rambling, but Yeonjun has a feeling that might be why. “Alright, then. Good night, Yeonjun.”

Your soft voice has Yeonjun wanting to backpedal and say he’ll stay the night, but he swallows down the words. He smiles at you as he backs away toward your door. “Good night,” he says, standing in your doorway.

“Yeonjun,” you call, stopping him before he could leave. He turns, waiting for your words. He’s surprised to see that you look a little shy. “I’m really happy I asked you to come with me. Tonight was fun.”

Butterflies erupt in Yeonjun’s stomach, and he feels like he could float from how giddy he is. “I’m happy too,” he says.

He steps out into the hall, thoughts lingering on how overwhelmingly good his time with you was. His mind is clouded with rosy memories of his night with you, and he finds himself repressing the urge to twirl around and jump for joy. He’ll probably be skipping all the way home, imagining all the possibilities of what could come next between you.

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It’s Sunday, and Yeonjun knows exactly why you’re calling. He stares at his phone, then back at the man in front of him tangled up in webs. Yeonjun shoots another web over the guy’s mouth.

“Sorry, gotta take this,” he says. “Stay right here.” He slings himself onto a branch of a tall tree nearby, just to make sure no one can listen in as he accepts your call.

“Hey Yeonjun!” Your voice is so cheerful that it makes Yeonjun giggle. He even swings his feet in the air as he sits on the branch.

“Hi Y/n,” he greets, hoping his voice isn’t too muffled through the mask of his suit.

“Did those last-minute plans end up showing, or are you down to try out that bakery?” you ask. Yeonjun frowns, hating to let you down when you sound so happy.

“I’m really busy today, I’m sorry,” he says, shoulders sagging from how awful he feels. He’s got a whole lab procedure to write once he’s done sorting out the crime scenes of today.

“No worries, maybe we can go after class sometime.”

He frowns. “I wish I could, but I got another class right after ours. Let me check my schedule, I might be able to”—

“Are those sirens?” you interrupt, and Yeonjun looks out to the street. He’s grown so accustomed to the sound of those things that it didn’t even register. “Where are you?” you ask.

“I’m… uh,” Yeonjun stammers, focusing on the cops getting out of the car and making their way towards the criminal.

He tunes into the cops’ conversation. “Looks like Spider-shit’s been here already,” one of them comments in a gruff voice.

The other cop huffs out a laugh. “He’s always meddling in with petty crimes. What do you think this guy did?”

“Jaywalking?” The cops chuckle.

“Not like he can explain with that over his mouth.” He points to the web Yeonjun placed on the man a minute ago.

Yeonjun scowls. He’s not sure why the cops hold so much scorn for him, but if they’d like to know, then the petty crime that Spider-shit helped stop was an armed robbery. If these guys were a little better at their jobs, he wouldn’t have to meddle in all the time.

“Hello?” you ask, and Yeonjun reels his attention back to his conversation with you.

“Sorry,” he says. “I’m just coming back from the store. Crazy stuff going on today.”

“Oh. Well, stay safe,” you say.

“Thanks, I will.” He sees the cops looking around, probably trying to spot him, so he flattens his back against the tree and tries to talk a little quieter. “I’ll see you in class, I gotta go.”

“See you!”

Yeonjun sighs once the call ends. His suit doesn’t even have pockets, he just carried his phone with him today in case you contacted him. Stupid? Mildly. Inconvenient? Very. He had one less hand to work with when dealing with today’s crime culprits. To hear your voice, though? Worth it. He smiles like an idiot as he swings over to the next nearest building, making his way back to his dorm.

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Yeonjun’s professor accompanies him to the lab today, overseeing the procedures for the day. The feeling of his professor watching over his shoulder is more nerve-wracking than any day spent fighting crime on the streets. He’s usually careful with his work in the lab, but he’s extra, extra careful on these days.

He pauses when he retrieves the petri dish of cells. He briefly considers the possibility that he’s crazy and just seeing things, but Yeonjun’s pretty sure that the clump of cells just moved. Like, uncanny movement. He holds his breath.

He stares at the clump, trying to make sense of what he’s seeing. It doesn’t jerk around anymore, so maybe it was just his imagination. Fear still creeps up his neck at the idea of the research going wrong. He remembers feeling like he messed up at some point last time he was here, and the realization is making his skin grow clammy.

“What is it?” his professor asks, taking a step closer to Yeonjun.

“Nothing, I was just thinking,” he quickly responds, keeping his voice calm and steady. He brings the petri dish to the table and does his best to forget what he saw earlier. Yeonjun fears how his professor would react if he told him something unprecedented might be occurring. It happened so quickly that he can’t even tell if his mind was just playing tricks on him. Maybe he’s just extra nervous today.

He wipes the sweat off his palms onto his lab coat, bringing the necessary materials to the table to continue the research. His professor reads off the instructions slowly, and Yeonjun pretends he doesn’t feel his stomach twisting as he works with the cells.

He tries to calm down as he walks back to his dorm, but there’s a permanent chill shooting down his spine. There’s no way the clump should have moved like that—it shouldn’t show any observable motion at all, not without some kind of electrical stimulation.

Maybe he just jerked the dish too harshly. He was pretty nervous, so it would make sense. He must have been shaking and just didn’t realize. That would explain it. That would put Yeonjun at ease.

He can try to convince himself that everything’s fine, but he can’t stop the anxious thrum of his heart. Apparently the fear reads on his face, too, because Soobin’s quick to notice it when Yeonjun enters the dorm.

“Are you okay?” Soobin asks. Yeonjun’s not sure what must have given himself away. He pays more attention to breathing slowly and talking casually.

“I’m good,” he answers. He doesn’t expect Soobin to push the subject considering how quiet he always is, but Soobin’s gaze isn’t leaving Yeonjun. He must be really concerned.

“Did something happen?” Soobin asks. Yeonjun sinks into his desk chair, covering his face with his hands as he groans. “Sorry,” his roommate apologizes, turning away from Yeonjun to look at his laptop instead.

“No, you’re good, it’s just…” Yeonjun sighs. He might as well get this off his chest. “Some lab thing.”

Soobin nods, not asking any further. Now that Yeonjun’s started though, he doesn’t feel like stopping.

“I think I might’ve fucked up,” Yeonjun admits.

“How?” Soobin’s playing some video game on his laptop as he talks, which actually puts Yeonjun at ease. It feels less pressing, less like an interrogation or a confession and more like a normal conversation.

“The cells I’m working with are being weird. I don’t know. I don’t even know if I saw it right. I just feel crazy now.” Yeonjun rubs his palms against his eyes in frustration and exhaustion, soothing the headache he’s got building up.

Soobin hums. The little shooting sounds and animated voices coming from Soobin’s game fill the room until Soobin speaks again, “Did anyone else see?”

“No. My professor was there, but he didn’t notice.”

Soobin shrugs. “You’re probably fine then.”

Honestly, Soobin’s nonchalance to the situation eases Yeonjun’s worries a lot. He knows he can get in his head sometimes, especially when it comes to doing everything right, so to hear he’ll be fine lifts a weight from his shoulders.

“Yeah, probably,” he agrees. He basks in comfortable silence for a minute now that his heart isn’t beating so hard.

“By the way, have you bought more laundry detergent yet?” Soobin asks.

Ah, shit. “Tomorrow, I promise.”

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Being Spider-man is tasking, but it’s usually pretty cool. Not everyone gets to zip around the city and restore peace in people’s neighborhoods. Not everyone, however, has to worry about getting stabbed by a criminal in the middle of the night.

Yeonjun always stays until the cops arrive. It almost feels essential, just to make sure justice gets served. This time, he can’t.

He has to stop himself from groaning too loud when he feels the knife pull out from his side. The man in front of Yeonjun is already stuck to the side of a building, held there with a thick layer of web, so there has to be someone else. He turns around to look at the perpetrator, but the world moves a lot slower than normal.

Yeonjun blinks hard, focusing on breathing and staying conscious. The coward who stabbed him is wearing a ski mask, and he’s running away quickly. Yeonjun can’t let him leave. He moves forward and ignores the searing pain that sets his body alight. He straightens out his shaky arm and aims his wrist at the man, but the web that shoots out is just as weak as Yeonjun is.

Frustrated, Yeonjun growls and forces himself to move faster. It burns, he’s never felt any kind of pain like this, but he can’t let this man walk free. He can’t let this man stab another innocent person. Even with his staggered pace, limping as he tries his best to catch up to the man, he advances quickly.

He breathes hard and holds the air in his lungs as he aims again at the man, brows furrowed with angry determination beneath his mask. He lets out a loud grunt as he shoots his web out, and finally, it lands. The criminal falls as the web captures his ankle, keeping his leg stuck to the ground.

Yeonjun huffs as he traverses the rest of the way toward the man, nothing but fury in his veins as he shoots another web out. This one’s bigger, covering the man’s back and securing him to the pavement. He picks up his head and looks at Yeonjun with fear in his eyes, but he doesn’t care. He can’t. All he feels is pain and anger and pain and pain and so much fucking pain.

Yeonjun’s not the vengeful type, but getting stabbed really tests a person’s limits. He shoots more webs over the guy, making sure he won’t be able to move a muscle until the cops arrive.

Yeonjun doesn’t waste his breath making snide comments, though he does have a few choice words for him. He takes off the man’s ski mask and resists the urge to deck his face. He’s got fear etched into his expression, but Yeonjun finds it hard to feel sorry for him. The man starts begging for his life, and Yeonjun scoffs. Of course he’s not going to kill this man—no matter what, he doesn’t end people’s lives. A city’s hero shouldn’t get to decide who lives and dies.

Yeonjun stumbles away after finding a passerby to call the police. Now that the adrenaline’s gone, Yeonjun feels less mad and more scared. He’s really bleeding now; his hand comes up soaked when it presses against the wound. What the hell does he do? He can’t die like this.

He can’t go to the hospital with a stab wound. There’s no way for him to make up some alibi that wouldn’t just trace Spider-man’s identity back to him. He hisses through gritted teeth as he frantically scans his surroundings, looking for somewhere to go. The only thing that’s coming to mind is you, and it’s aggravating. He could be dying right now, and all his useless mind can do is think of you. Maybe it’s all the blood loss, and he’s just getting delirious, or maybe it’s a sign. It’s not like he has many good options right now.

There’s not enough time to think about it. He zips through the city and back onto campus as fast as he can, ignoring the splitting pain in his side that shoots up his body every time he moves. It’s getting harder to breathe, suddenly feeling suffocated by his mask, but he has to hold on. He’s not far away now.

He remembers the view from your window. He remembers exactly which room to shoot himself up to. He adheres himself to the wall outside your room and pulls his mask off, leaning his forehead onto the cold glass of your window with a sigh of relief. He catches his breath and knocks with a shaky fist. He’s really sorry for having to wake you up at this hour, but he has a feeling you’ll understand.

He doesn’t wait long. You're trudging out of bed and making your way toward the window, tired eyes blinking slowly. You look really cute. Everything is spinning around him, but he focuses on you. You’re still groggy and out of it until you meet Yeonjun’s eyes through the glass. As soon as you see him, it’s like you wake up immediately.

He watches your jaw drop, your frantic hands racing to open your window. His vision is nearly blacking out, and he tries to blink away the dizzy feeling in his head the best he can.

“Yeonjun?!” you squeak as he drags himself through your window and into your room. He can’t even hold himself up anymore, weak body collapsing to the floor. He groans and leans against the wall, clutching his side. He ignores the sickening feeling of blood dampening his hand, sticky and warm against his palm and between his digits.

You pick him up by the underarms, grunting as you heave him toward your bed. He notices how shaky your arms are, and he tries his best to pick up his own weight, even if it hurts like hell. He’s burdening you enough as is coming here so late.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to go to,” he says, catching his breath as you guide him to lay on your bed. He’s half-aware of how bloody and dirty he is, but you seem fully ready to let him stain your sheets. Concern and confusion fill your wide eyes, and Yeonjun can hear every word that you don’t say.

Luckily, you save the unnecessary questions for later. “What do I do?” you ask. Your hands tremble as they peel the shirt of his suit up, just enough to expose his midriff and the nasty damage to his side. You gasp upon seeing how bad it is, hardly able to stomach it, opting to look into his eyes instead.

He wants to respond to you, if not to answer your question then just to comfort you, but breathing is enough of a chore on its own right now; talking seems almost impossible. Watching you panic about this is shattering him. He makes an effort to move his arm out toward you, just to hold your hand and reassure you, but he doesn’t have enough strength.

You lift from the bed and open up a bottle of water, pouring some of the cool liquid over his head. It’s relieving against his burning skin and keeps him from losing consciousness. It also makes him realize how dehydrated he is.

“Please sit up,” you beg, placing a hand underneath his head to lift it a bit. He comes up just enough to drink some of the water you feed to him, swallowing down the rest of the bottle. He collapses back against your pillow once he’s finished, feeling much better just from that.

You come back with another bottle of water and pour small bits at a time over the gash in his side. He hisses and tenses up each time it hits his skin, but he knows you have to do this. He doesn’t want to make it harder by thrashing around and complaining, so he bites his tongue and keeps his body stiff.

The sheets soak beneath him as you continue emptying the water bottle over the wound. He should help you clean up after this; he doesn’t want you dealing with his mess all alone. A few minutes pass before you discard the plastic bottle and grab a t-shirt from your dresser.

You press the bunched up cloth against his injured skin gently, and he holds back any grunts that threaten to slip out. It’s like you can sense his pain despite his efforts to hide it, because you keep murmuring apologies to him.

“I’m okay, don’t be sorry,” he reassures. He doesn’t think you believe him, judging by the way lips stay tugged into a frown.

A quietness falls over the room. You pull your t-shirt away from his body and observe the wound, and your fingertips on his torso send electricity throughout his body. It doesn’t hurt so much now.

“You’re not bleeding anymore,” you point out.

He hums. “That’s good.” Your hand grazes the skin just outside the gash. There’s a soothing effect in the way your fingers glide against him, pressure so light that it’s barely there.

“You need stitches,” you say quietly, like you hate to break the news to him.

Yeonjun doesn’t mind. “You got a needle?” he asks. You fidget with the fabric of Yeonjun’s suit as you sigh and look away.

“I do,” you say. You don’t sound too confident, though. He doesn’t know what to do to make you feel better.

You grab his hand like it’s second nature to do so, and the action would be romantic if only you didn’t have that nervous look on your face. He can practically feel your heart pounding, and he’s dying to let you know that everything’s okay.

“I trust you,” he breathes out. He makes sure he’s looking you in the eye so you can see how much he means it. He’s risking everything by trusting you, but he’s not scared. He feels safe even with his life in your hands, his secret identity in your knowledge. If there was something more sacred and dangerous to give up than that, he’s sure he’d be okay lending that to you too.

It feels much more real when you have your needle and thread in hand. Yeonjun can’t contain his noises anymore, whimpering in pain when he feels the sharp tip pierce his skin.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you say quickly and desperately. “I’ll do it fast.”

He hisses as he feels the thread start to tug his wound shut. He throws an arm over his eyes, as if not watching you treat him will stop the piercing feeling. All his muscles are tensed up no matter how much he tries to relax, but he keeps his breathing steady and lets you do your work.

It’s not too long before you’re tying off the final knot and discarding your needle onto your nightstand. You run your thumb over the stitch, gentle and slow. Yeonjun takes his arm off his face and fixes his gaze on you, watching you scrutinize your work with scrunched brows.

“It feels fine. You did perfect,” he says, wanting to keep you from judging yourself too harshly. He wants to thank you, but the words feel so awkward building up in his throat.

“I don’t have a big enough bandage to put over this,” you say, still fixated on his injury. Yeonjun tries to sit up, but your hand on his shoulder eases him back down. “Don’t move too much.”

“Y/n…” he starts, but you give him a pointed look, and he decides to shut up and listen. He relaxes against your mattress.

“I wish I had some clothes to change you into,” you mutter after he pulls the shirt of his suit back down. The spandex isn’t super comfortable against his fresh stitches, but it’s easy to ignore in comparison to the searing pain of the open wound. He’ll have to throw out this suit; it’s bloodied beyond repair, and he has plenty of back-ups anyway.

“It’s alright,” Yeonjun says. You shuffle on the mattress until you’re laying down beside him. “Aren’t the sheets wet?” he asks, surprised at how unfazed you seem.

You let out a small laugh, and that frown finally leaves your face. “I don’t mind. I wanted to lay down.”

“I’ll buy you new sheets,” Yeonjun promises. “And a new needle. And I’ll explain everything to you, I swear. Please don’t”—

“Yeonjun,” you cut off. He shuts his mouth. “That stuff doesn’t matter. Are you okay now?”

He nods. “I’m okay.”

“That’s all I care about.”

The room falls into a comfortable silence. Yeonjun stares at the ceiling and wonders how much this is going to change things between you. He has some hope that this will make you two even closer, but a small part of him fears that you won’t want to associate with him anymore. He wouldn’t blame you; it’s not like being close to Spider-man isn’t a riskless situation. He doesn’t regret coming to you tonight, though.

He feels your eyes on him a moment later, and he can only bring himself to look at you for a second before returning his gaze to your ceiling. You must find that funny, because he hears you chuckling beside him.

“You know, I wasn’t expecting this when you said you’d hang out with me again.” There’s a softness in your voice that makes Yeonjun feel lightheaded. Not the losing-too-much-blood kind of lightheaded, but the oh-god-I-really-like-her kind—this one’s much more preferable and much more welcome than the former.

“I’ll have to make it up to you,” he says.

“How do you plan on doing that?”

He turns his head to face you, and something feels awfully domestic about getting to lay this close to you in your bed. It’s hard to breathe when you’re smiling at him so eagerly, when there’s a glint in your eyes that tells Yeonjun you’re having fun. There’s an itch all the way down to his bones that begs him to push forward and kiss you already, but he resists.

“I’ll find a way,” he whispers.

The room gets quiet again, and Yeonjun supposes he should leave. It’s not like he can wait for the sun to rise and walk out of your room in his bloodied Spidey-suit glory. He’s not sure what time it is right now, but he knows that if he doesn’t leave soon and get some sleep, he’ll be passing out in his classes.

“Thanks for fixing me up,” he says, pushing himself off your bed and stretching his limbs. He feels beyond sore, wincing at the pain that shoots through his body. You sit up immediately, scrambling to stop him.

“You’re leaving? Are you crazy? Stay here!” you insist, trying to drag him back to the bed. He turns his head to you and smiles, and something about the silent plea in your eyes lights up his heart. He keeps his feet on the ground and resists your efforts, even though he wants nothing more than to spend the night with you. It’s just not smart and not worth the risk.

“I can’t,” he says. You pout and stand before him, blinking up at him so prettily that he almost changes his mind. “It’s dangerous.”

“I know. I just wanted to keep you.” That makes Yeonjun giggle.

“Sorry. Maybe next time.”

You swat his chest. “Don’t let there be a next time. You almost scared me to death.”

“I’ll make sure to tell the next knife-bearer you said that,” Yeonjun jokes. It gets the laugh that he was hoping for out of you.

“Well…” you start, eyes darting between his own. He barely has time to register it when you press a kiss against his lips, your movement so hesitant and shy. It’s soft. It’s sweet. It’s over before he knows it. He blinks at you dumbly—it’s all he can do to not pass out like a dork in front of you. Your smile is just as soft and sweet as your kiss was. “Just stay out of trouble,” you finish, patting his chest gently.

“I’ll try.”

“I guess I’ll see you in class, then,” you say.

“Yeah,” he agrees. He should go now. He should make use of his feet and back away, but he stays planted in his spot. You sway girlishly in front of him, hands clasped behind your back.

“Good night,” you whisper. Yeonjun can’t help it—he pulls your face in so he can feel your lips on his again, more properly this time. They’re pillowy and dreamy, and Yeonjun could just melt into you. He doesn’t linger longer than he has to, backing up just enough to see your face. You mirror the glee that he feels in his own expression.

“Good night,” he echoes. He backs away and grabs his mask, slipping it back on. He opens your window back up and slings himself to the nearest tree. Each time Yeonjun looks over his shoulder, he sees you leaning at your window smiling right back at him. His heart does a little flip. On second thought, maybe getting stabbed is kind of cool.

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Despite how well last night went, Yeonjun wakes up with a heavy weight on his shoulders. Every ounce of confidence that his interaction with you last night might have given him is completely gone the moment he remembers it, and sheds away at itself further when he notices you skipped class. A dreadful thought creeps up his spine: are you avoiding him?

Maybe you woke up regretting it all. Maybe you realized how ridiculous and stupid getting involved with Spider-man is, and you’re just protecting yourself before you can be burdened further. The classroom feels hot and suffocating, and fresh air sounds really nice right now, but Yeonjun stays put in his seat. He doesn’t want to make a scene and start freaking everyone out. To the best of his ability, he pushes his fears down and saves his panic for later—preferably for after he talks to you and gets some answers.

He doesn’t even open his notebook in his last class of the day. He shows up just for attendance purposes, then zones out staring at his desk for the rest of the hour. Time passes far too slowly; Yeonjun’s itching for the lecture to end so he can talk to you already. He’s practically running out of class as soon as it’s dismissed, but finds himself slowing down the moment he’s outside the building.

He’s pretty sure he knows where to find you. The bigger issue is figuring out what the hell he’s going to say. Is there any way to start this conversation without being awkward? Hey, thanks for saving my life last night. Also I am indeed that hero or whatever taking care of criminals in the city, hope you don’t mind! He feels so lame.

It’s wishful thinking to hope that you won’t care about what happened last night—well, except for the kissing part, but that’s probably not as important right now. He’ll push aside that conversation until the more important one happens.

He wants to run away the moment he sees your figure in the distance, sitting exactly where he thought you’d be. His tongue suddenly feels like lead, too heavy and useless to try talking to you. He gathers his breath and walks across the field, not letting himself back out now. You deserve to be given a little peace of mind. He’s sure today must have been confusing for you, that clarity hit you like a train this morning the same way it did to him.

You look over your shoulder when he reaches you, staring up at him and squinting your eyes from the sun. “How’d I know you’d come find me?” you ask, half-amused.

Yeonjun gives you a short laugh, unsure of himself as he sits on the grass beside you. It feels a little like he’s invading your space. He’s seen you sitting alone on this field as if it was all yours so many times.

“I thought I should thank you again,” he says, a little shy. He feels like he owes you a lot for last night. The whole city probably owes you a lot for saving him, honestly.

You look at him with a small smile, leaning your head on your bent knees. “Mhm. Shouldn’t I be thanking you, Spider-man?” There’s a teasing quality to your voice, and it makes Yeonjun laugh nervously. He should probably address that.

“I really hope you won’t tell anybody.”

“I won’t. I’m still finding it hard to believe anyway,” you say. Your sentences are all laced with a tiredness and exhaustion that Yeonjun can’t help but to feel at fault for. “It’s just weird to know it now.”

Yeonjun hums. He can sympathize with you on that—it must be really bewildering to know your classmate is the one swinging around town shooting webs at criminals. He just hopes you can forgive him for dragging you into this.

“Spider-man’s a little less cool now, huh?” he jokes, keeping his voice quiet even though no one’s around.

Your smile is full and genuine, and Yeonjun’s heart skips a beat. “I always thought he was a little lame,” you answer. Yeonjun’s ego bruises at that. You continue, “But I think he’s kind of interesting now.”

He can only hope that you don’t see the blush that takes over his face. He looks away to hide it, but he feels your gaze on him. “I don’t know if I’m that interesting,” he says, acting all humble. It’s clearly bait, and he hopes you’ll catch it.

“I can be the judge of that. Let me get to know you more,” you offer. Yeonjun bites his cheek to stop himself from grinning at this massive win.

“Well, we still have that bakery to go to,” Yeonjun mentions, and judging by the way your eyes gain a new sparkle, you seem to like the idea.

“You don’t have any more classes today, do you?” You already look ready to go.

Yeonjun doesn’t bother hiding his excitement anymore, letting his smile take over his face. “I don’t.” You’re standing up the next second, and Yeonjun’s quick to follow.

The bakery is a cute, cozy little place near some other restaurants downtown. There’s no seating inside due to the lack of space, but that’s made up for by the giant row of sweet selections to choose from. Yeonjun’s stomach rumbles in anticipation as his eyes jump around to look at each confection.

After buying your treats, you lead Yeonjun to a nearby bench. You both open your pastry boxes and bite down on the baked goods eagerly. You hum in satisfaction, nodding at the taste. “Wow, we should go here again,” you say, going in for another bite.

Yeonjun chose a sweet cheese bread, which he completely devours within a couple minutes. You don’t eat as fast as him, but he doesn’t mind waiting for you. He makes conversation in the meantime: “How come you skipped class today?”

You laugh a little around your mouthful of food, swallowing before you answer, “I barely slept. There was no way I could’ve focused if I went.”

Yeonjun hums in understanding. “I barely slept too,” he says.

“But you still went,” you add. “I guess you’re better than me.”

Oh god, he hopes you didn’t take it that way. “Not at all!” he rushes to say.

You smile and pat his shoulder. “I know. You’re just a star student, that’s all.”

Is that a compliment? Yeonjun blushes anyway. “I like to do well,” he says.

“I mean, considering everything you’re balancing, yeah, you are doing pretty well.”

Yeonjun laughs awkwardly in response, barely able to take your praise. He’s pretty sure you’re alluding to what you found out about him yesterday. “Thanks,” he mutters, all humble.

“Do you wanna talk about last night?” you ask, finishing your last bite.

“Sure,” Yeonjun answers, feeling a smidge of nervousness returning to him. It’s quiet for a few seconds. “Did you have any questions?” he asks. He feels more bashful than anything else, but it’s better than coming off as braggadocious.

You hum in thought, pouting your lips while you conjure up some ideas. “Was that your first kiss?”

He’s completely taken aback by your question—and a little embarrassed, quite frankly—and he scrambles to spit out a response. You’re stifling your laughter before he can even get his defense out. “No! I had my first kiss in, like, high school!”

“I’m just teasing,” you admit. “You’re a good kisser.” The compliment goes to Yeonjun’s head, playing in a loop while he floats on cloud nine. You liked kissing him. He should do it again and again, just to keep you happy. And for more selfish reasons, too.

Your voice breaks through his thoughts when you speak again, “Do you feel better today? Are you healing alright?” The joking tone leaves your voice, replaced with genuinity and care.

“I feel fine,” he answers. He pulls up his shirt to show you the wound, all stitched up and starting to heal over.

You wince. “Good thing I finished my food already. That killed my appetite.” Yeonjun laughs at your grimace and releases his shirt, falling back into place. “You should really put a bandage over that,” you suggest.

“I don’t have any.”

You shake your head in disbelief, though your amusement reads on your face. “You should be more prepared.”

Your concern is cute to Yeonjun. “I know,” he says.

“So who stabbed you?” you ask.

He shrugs. “No clue. He’s probably in a cell now.”

“Did it hurt?” you ask, though the answer is obvious.

“Like hell,” he says.

“How’d it even happen?” Honestly, Yeonjun’s not too sure about that either. He can usually sense imminent danger before it comes, but maybe he was too focused on the crimes he’d already been dealing with.

“He came up behind me while I was handling another criminal,” he answers.

You hum, getting off the bench and tossing your trash in a bin nearby. You start walking off then, and Yeonjun follows mindlessly. “Must be tough being Spider-man,” you say.

“Careful how loud you say that.” Yeonjun tenses as someone walks past the two of you, praying they were out of earshot when you said that. He sighs in relief when he sees the person had headphones in.

“Right, sorry. There’s just so much I wanna know now.” You turn a corner, taking a path leading back to campus.

Your curiosity excites Yeonjun, and he’s ready to answer whatever question you come up with. Some of his stories have serious entertainment value to them.

“Ask me, then,” he invites. You twist your head to smile up at him for a second.

“How’d you get like this? Were you just born this way?”

Yeonjun laughs at the idea. He swings his head around to make sure no one’s around when he answers, “No, a radioactive spider bit me.”

“When did that happen?” you ask. Yeonjun reminisces the first few weeks after the bite, thinking back to those initial feelings of fear and dread when he realized something had happened to him.

“In high school,” he says. It was super bewildering back then to change so drastically, yet be forced to act so normal. It’s much easier now—he’s had years to adjust—but he was a teenager when it first happened. That’s a lot for a kid to take on. He had to act like he was the same Choi Yeonjun his classmates had grown up with, and not some mutated superhuman dealing with the stresses of his new identity. Of course, he did that whole Spider-man thing to himself, but it was the right thing to do. He doesn’t regret it.

“Does anyone else know?”

“My uncle did, but he’s gone, so now it’s just you.” He looks at you, lips twitching upward.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you apologize, voice growing soft. He realizes that you’re in front of your dorm building now, and he supposes this is where he should leave. His eyes dart between yours, like he’s waiting for you to tell him to go. To ask him to stay.

“Are you doing anything today?” he asks. Maybe he sounds desperate. He doesn’t really care.

“Catching up on some work,” you say.

“I’ll give you my calculus notes.”

You smile. “That would be nice.”

Yeonjun didn’t even take notes in calculus today. He doesn’t know what he’s saying.

“Can I stay?” He’s teeming with hope and bravery today. You open the door to your building and signal him inside, and he has to hold back the victorious giggle that almost escapes him as he trails behind you.

The rest of the day passes in a blur of questions and answers. Yeonjun’s never talked so openly about being Spider-man before, and a part of it feels healing. You study hard while he rambles about stories of the little things he’s done throughout the years. Some are funny and make you cackle, and some draw your attention away from your textbook so you can look at him in shock. It’s impossible for Yeonjun to wipe the grin off his face—not when he bids you good night, not when he walks back to his dorm, not even when lays in bed to sleep. His heart never lets up on that jittery rush it has for you.

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A quintessential part of the college experience, Yeonjun’s come to find out, is trying out all the different ramen brands to see which one is the best. He’s a fan of whichever one he’s chowing down on right now, and a 5-pack of this barely puts a dent in his bank account. Seems like a winner.

He glances over at his dorm’s door when it opens, curious to see that Soobin brought someone over. Yeonjun isn’t bothered by that, though; if this guy is anything like Soobin, he’s not worried about getting annoyed.

“You can remember to buy ramen but not detergent?” Soobin asks, chuckling. Yeonjun chooses to read that as a joke instead of a passive aggressive comment.

“Ugh, dude, I keep forgetting, I’m sorry,” he apologizes. Yeonjun points at Soobin’s friend and continues, “This your friend?”

“Yeah, I’m Beomgyu,” the friend introduces. Something about him looks a little familiar.

“Nice to meet you,” Yeonjun greets with a nod.

Soobin grabs some clothes from his closet then turns to the door. “I’m gonna go change and then we can head out,” he says to Beomgyu, then heads off to the bathroom.

When the door shuts, Yeonjun returns his attention to his ramen and ignores Beomgyu’s presence as best as he can. That doesn’t last too long, though, cause soon enough, Beomgyu’s breaking the silence: “Are you still hanging out with Y/n?”

Yeonjun turns in his seat to face Beomgyu. He’s not sure how Beomgyu would know that, but Yeonjun entertains the question nevertheless. “Yeah. You know her?” he asks.

“She’s my friend,” he says. “Kind of.”

Yeonjun already feels something weird in the air. He’s waiting for the turn that this conversation is bound to take. He finally pieces together why this guy looks so familiar; he’s one of the boys at the party in the group that you kept looking over at. Now Yeonjun’s really curious.

“Why do you ask?” The question comes out a little hesitantly.

“I’m telling you this man-to-man, I think you might be getting played,” Beomgyu says.

Yeonjun’s immediate reaction is only confusion. How would you be playing him? You’ve been nothing but sincere with your feelings—or, that’s what it seemed like, at least. Now Yeonjun’s doubting himself. A part of him doesn’t believe it and doesn’t want to indulge in this conversation any further, but he’d start spiraling whether or not Beomgyu explains himself now. Worry swirls in Yeonjun’s stomach.

“Why?” he asks despite himself.

“This is just what I’ve heard, but apparently she had a thing with Kai, and he started talking to another girl, so she wanted to get back at him. I don’t know, though.”

Kai. That boy who came up to you at the party. Yeonjun remembers him.

He doesn’t want to show how much those words affect him, but shit. Hearing that hurts. His body feels weightless, like he’d be falling over if he wasn’t sitting at his desk. He nods as he exhales slowly, keeping his heart from going haywire.

“Huh,” is all he says. Soobin comes back the next second, and Beomgyu heads out with him after that, and the world keeps spinning on, but Yeonjun feels trapped in that moment. He waits to wake up in a sweat, hoping this is all some nightmare that’s going to end, but the wake never comes. He’s forced to deal with his whirling thoughts instead.

None of this can be true. It wouldn’t make sense. You kissed Yeonjun. You said you were interested in him. If this was all a lie, how will Yeonjun ever trust anyone again? When he came to you bleeding out, you saved his life. When you found out his secret identity, you kept it safe. Yeonjun miscalculated something that night—there is something more sacred and dangerous to trust you with than those things: his heart.

He doesn’t even want to finish his ramen anymore. His fingers brush against the wound that’s healing pretty well thanks to you, and a thought crosses his mind. The night that you kissed him was the night you found out he was Spider-man. An especially sickening question starts to haunt him. Did you only start liking him because of that?

Yeonjun feels played. He’s always known that he was a fool, so he doesn’t know why he’s so surprised, but really? Beer pong lord?

Five minutes is hardly enough to process the information Beomgyu dumped onto Yeonjun, but that’s all he gets, because now his alarm is going off and telling him to go over to the lab. He drops his head to his desk with a groan. It’s like an anchor’s been tied to his heart, sinking further and further until it makes him his stomach churn.

The fresh air feels good in Yeonjun’s lungs as he walks over to the lab. A permanent pout is etched onto his lips, unable to stop thinking about you. Good things. Bad things. Everything. Each memory hurts now.

He probably looks like some depressed college kid, walking around with his hood up and head down. He should be less pathetic, pick himself up and get himself together. It’s not like you two were really anything anyway. A kiss doesn't always mean something to everyone. Maybe it’s his fault for assuming that for you, it did.

It’s not just that, though. Yeah, kissing you made Yeonjun feel alive in a way that only swinging through the city could compare to, but there’s so much more to you than that. It’s the way you talked to him, the way you cared for him, the way you looked at him. How the hell do you fake that kind of connection? Hurt splits him at the seams like he’s being torn in two, but he keeps walking like nothing’s wrong.

“Yeonjun!” He recognizes that voice immediately. He pulls his eyes off the sidewalk and catches sight of you walking up to him. He almost forgot that he walks past your little field on the way to his lab.

It feels like he’s the one keeping a secret, palms clamming up as you stand in front of him. He stops in his tracks to allow you the conversation. “Hey,” he says.

“What are you up to?” you ask. He fidgets with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. Should he just act normal? Should he let you get away with using him? When he thinks about it like that, it puts a sour taste in his mouth.

“I’m headed to the lab. Got some stuff to do, and it’s time sensitive, so…” he trails off awkwardly, looking off into the distance instead of at you.

“Oh, okay,” you say, sounding a little dejected. Yeonjun shouldn’t be feeling bad for you right now, but he can’t help it. It makes his chest clench to hear the joy leave your voice. “Maybe we can hang out after? Just to study or something,” you offer.

Yeonjun sighs, “Maybe.”

You’re quiet for a second as you assess him. “Are you okay?” Concern fills your voice, and when he brings his vision back to you, he can see it in your eyes too.

“I’ll talk to you about it later,” he says.

You frown, taking in his flat expression. You must gain some insight from that, because then you’re asking, “Did I do something?”

He wants to hold his head, feeling defeated and frustrated and sad and a million other different things. He’s not sure how to label it. He’s never felt emotions this complex before, probably because he’s never liked anyone this much before.

“Oh god, did I?” you repeat, more fear in your voice at Yeonjun’s lack of a response. It strikes him and deflates his will to be dismissive about it, not wanting you to sit here worrying for the rest of the day. Curse his soft heart.

“Just come with me,” Yeonjun says, continuing on the path to his lab building. You follow beside him, taking long strides to match his quick pace. He notices you struggling to keep up, so he slows down, even though it might make him a few minutes late.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize. He can feel you looking at him, but he keeps his eyes ahead.

“You don’t even know what you’re apologizing for,” he mumbles.

“Tell me then,” you plead. The thought of having to talk about this with you makes him feel sick. He doesn’t know if he can even choke up the words without getting nauseous.

“Let me clock into my lab first.” The rest of the walk is silent; you keep quiet even as you enter the room with him, watching him take off his sweatshirt and put on his lab coat. You’re quiet even as he goes through the study procedure, not even lingering near him to see what he’s doing. He feels a little cruel for it, wondering if he’s just torturing you by forcing you to stand silently and worry about what he must be upset at you for.

He steals a glance at you. You’re leaning against the wall by the door, so many steps away, keeping so much distance. He bites his lip and looks away, figuring it’s time to start the conversation.

“I want to talk to you, but I don’t want you to lie to me,” Yeonjun says, breaking the long stretch of silence. He walks toward you, stopping before he gets too close.

“I won’t. I’m not gonna hide anything from you.” It’s funny you say that.

“Do you like Kai?” His question catches you off guard, your frown leaving your face.

“No,” you answer.

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not.”

“Okay. So why did Beomgyu tell me you used me to get back at him?”

He watches you stiffen at the question. “How do you know Beomgyu?” you ask.

“Please just answer me,” Yeonjun says. He doesn’t want to run around in circles, he just wants to hear the truth from you.

“I don’t like Kai anymore.” Something about that sentence hits like a stab to the gut. Yeonjun would know the feeling.

He tsks and shakes his head, ready to walk away and end the conversation, but you continue, “Please let me say the whole story.” Yeonjun sighs and meets your eyes. He decides to hear you out, only because a part of him is dying for you to make this right.

“Go ahead,” he says.

“I invited you to the party because you’re my friend, and I think you’re cute, but also for really petty, stupid revenge. It was so dumb and I’m so sorry, I feel so fucking bad for that now,” you explain. Yeonjun thinks back to how excited he was when you asked him. He remembers the rush of butterflies, the nervousness that pooled in his stomach, the adrenaline through his veins when he realized he finally had your attention.

You continue, “But I swear on my life, Yeonjun, the second we went outside at that party, I realized how unfair it was. I wanted to make Kai jealous, but when we were standing out there, I couldn’t do it. You’re a good person, and I felt fucking awful, and I didn’t go through with anything, and I’m glad I didn’t. You gave me one of the best nights of my life that day. I mean that. Seriously.”

There’s sincerity in your eyes, so Yeonjun knows you’re not lying. The ache in his chest is dull now, but still there. He can’t believe you planned to use him as some pawn to get back at Kai.

“Why’d I have to hear it from someone else? Why couldn’t you tell me yourself?” he asks. It’s pathetic how his voice carries more heartbreak than anger.

“Cause I didn’t want you to misunderstand and leave!” you explain, desperate. “Yeonjun, please. I don’t care about Kai anymore. I haven’t even talked to him since the party.”

Yeonjun wishes he could feel comforted by your words, but all he feels is hurt. He has this terrible thing where he can’t stop asking questions that will only batter him worse. “So you didn’t really like me?”

You take a step closer to him, placing both hands over your heart. Yeonjun’s not blind; he can see the fear in your eyes, the worry that he might walk away. He doesn’t have it in him to relieve your stress right now.

“I always liked you. I like you more every day,” you answer. There’s honesty in your words, which Yeonjun appreciates. It doesn’t quite melt away his insecurities, though.

Yeonjun can’t bear looking at you any longer, dropping his gaze to the floor and stepping back. He’s ready to leave, thinking he needs the night to himself to stare at the ceiling and contemplate this whole situation.

You stop him before he can get too far. Your hand hooks onto the sleeve of his lab coat, shaking as you cling to him. It’s so pitiful that it ruins the monstrous image Yeonjun’s trying to fit you into in his mind. Against his better judgment, his eyes meet yours again.

He’s about to speak—maybe to console you, to get some of that sadness out of your eyes—but the sound of glass breaking behind him makes him turn with wide eyes, searching for the damage. He’ll be the one stuck replacing any broken equipment; he can only pray that it wasn’t a more expensive piece.

His eyes flit across the room, but he finds nothing. Is he seriously losing his mind? Every time he’s in this lab, there’s something new giving him a mini heart attack. He brushes this off as some kind of paranoia. He considers talking to his professor about taking a break from the lab, just until he can restore his sanity.

“Let’s just head out of here,” Yeonjun says, unable to rid himself of the chill down his spine.

“Do you still like me?” you ask, unable to move on from the conversation. You stay planted in your spot as Yeonjun takes off his lab gear. He groans internally at your question—of course he still likes you. Do you think his feelings are so malleable? His adoration for you feels like an immovable boulder. He can’t even stay mad at you for as long as he wanted to, though he tries not to let you win too easily.

He sighs out your name instead of answering. He waits for you at the door as he throws his sweatshirt back on, and you trudge forward with a pout. Once his sweatshirt is slipped over his head, he catches sight of something behind you, heart stopping entirely.

“What the hell—?!” he emits, eyes growing wide as the cell clump he’d been working with expands out past its storage spot, spilling out onto the floor. The broken glass earlier must’ve been from the petri dish—shit, he should’ve checked. It’s discolored now, so dark it’s nearly black, and growing more rapidly than it should be able to.

You spin on your feet to see what Yeonjun’s looking at, yelping when you see the growth. You back up quickly and bump into Yeonjun’s chest. “What’s happening?” you ask, turning your head back to look up at him.

“I don’t know,” he answers. He has to think fast, because it doesn’t look like the cell replication is stopping any time soon—if anything, it looks like it’s growing exponentially. The clump is a goo-like substance, slowly spilling out further and further onto the floor, looking something like tar as it expands out. “We’ll have to trigger rapid apoptosis,” he says.

“How do we do that?” you ask. Yeonjun’s not sure either, so he doesn’t bother to answer. He opens one of the cabinets and pulls out all the different liquid chemicals he can find. One of these is bound to do something.

You hold yourself and watch him carefully, still looking shy and desperate and nervous from your argument. Yeonjun’s not sure why you seem to be more bothered by him not reassuring you that he likes you than by the clump that grows behind you. Your attention remains on him the whole time.

“Are you mad at me?” you ask.

“No,” he answers sharply and quickly. He has bigger issues to be worried about than staying mad at you.

“I promise I wasn’t lying. I won’t talk to Kai ever again.”

“Why are we having this conversation right now?!” Yeonjun asks, frustrated.

“Because it’s important to me that you know!”

He ignores you in favor of unscrewing the lid to one of the acids, hoping it could digest the cells. When he pours it onto the clump, a loud hiss rings through the room and smoke comes up from the mass. It doesn’t seem to dissolve the cells, though.

He emits an exasperated groan, opening the lid to another chemical substance, and you rush to do the same. He can’t stop to think about how dangerous this is, too focused on controlling the problem before it gets irreparable. You and Yeonjun pour chemicals onto it at the same time, and it seems to react. The tar-like blob thickens now, erecting itself up from the floor languidly.

You and Yeonjun back up, watching with fearful eyes as it stands. It moves like it’s alive, like it’s a living organism. It’s eerily silent for a room as you two stare at the mass in shock. Then, rapidly, it comes charging at you, attaching itself to your cardigan as you shriek. Yeonjun acts fast, running to you and grabbing your waist, adhering his feet to the floor to keep you from getting dragged any more. You shed your cardigan quickly before tugging it back from the blob. It tears from how harsh you pull it, but you don’t seem to care, chucking it to the opposite side of the room.

This is an unfortunate time to see you in a tight-fitting tank top. Your chest heaves from the panic of being grabbed by the organism, rising and falling as you start to steady your breath. You look over at him, and he finds himself blushing and removing his gaze from you in embarrassment. God, now he’s the one struggling to focus on the bigger problem.

Yeonjun directs his wrist at the blob, shooting a web at it to keep it from charging at you again. The web sends the mass flying back until it collides with the wall. Though it can’t remove itself from the confines of the web, it still slowly grows, and it will be able to expand enough to attack again soon. Still, this should buy you two some more time.

“You should leave,” Yeonjun says, coming to you and cupping your face. His eyes beg you to go, strung up on the possibility of you getting hurt.

“I won’t,” you say, grabbing onto his wrists.

“Please. You’re too important.” His hand strokes through your hair like you’re something precious.

You take his hand and kiss it. “You are too. I won’t leave.”

He sighs. He knows he’s not winning this, there’s too much determination in your words. Before he removes his focus from you, he thinks he should tell you one last thing. “Just so you know, I like you too.”

You’re barely able to hold back your smile, but Yeonjun can’t stay and watch your reaction. The mass continues to grow over the confines of the web, and he has to find a way to control it before it overcomes the binds. He opens the binder that holds the descriptions of all the lab materials, hoping he can find something useful in there. His eyes flit across the words, scanning for the chemicals that will be his saving grace.

He stops when he reads the description for nitric acid. The words digest and dissolve kick his body to life, hope stirring inside of him. “Come here with the nitric acid!” he shouts over his shoulder.

“Which one is that?” you ask hurriedly, scanning through the different bottles of chemicals.

“It’s in a brown translucent bottle. Quick!” Before he can panic further, you’re racing to his side with a bottle of the acid. Yeonjun quickly pours it over the mass, watching it shrivel when the liquid hits its surface. A weight lifts off Yeonjun’s shoulders when he realizes he finally found something that works. The bottle doesn’t hold nearly enough, though, because Yeonjun empties it out before he can melt the organism completely.

He turns to you expectantly, and you’re rushing back to the counter where all the chemical substances are held. You’re turning each to read the labels, growing more aggravated as you fail to find another container of nitric acid. You curse as you swing the cabinet doors open, checking if there’s any stored away in there.

You pull out a bottle from the cabinet, reading it quickly. “Would sulfuric acid work?” you ask, looking at Yeonjun like you need him to say yes.

“It would react with the nitric acid,” he answers. You groan.

“You think I know any of this stuff?!” You go back to searching through the cabinet.

“Yes! You’re, like, the smartest girl I know!” Yeonjun exclaims, equally as frustrated.

“You must not know a lot of girls then,” you huff. You finally pull out a bottle that seems to match, running over to Yeonjun. He takes it from your hands and pours the liquid over what remains of the clump, watching it dissolve until all that’s left is a murky puddle on the floor. He plops the nitric acid onto a table, finally letting himself take a full breath. He tastes the chemicals swirling in the air, but he can’t bring himself to care about any toxins filling his lungs. He’s worn out, crouching down in exhaustion with a groan.

When he picks his head up from between his arms, he searches for you. You’re bent over one of the tables, head tucked between your arms as half your body rests over the surface. You must be just as drained as him. He stretches his body out as he stands back up, then approaches you at the opposite side of the table. He rests his elbows onto the tabletop, leaning forward to be closer to you.

“You get feisty when you’re working under pressure,” Yeonjun teases, breathless laugh escaping him. You lift your head to look at him, and he can see how you hold back your amusement.

“I could say the same about you,” you respond. You seem winded, still breathing hard as you push yourself off the table and pick up your cardigan from the floor. You hold up your cardigan and examine the damage. It’s stained and ripped and looks disgusting. You pout. “This was my favorite one…”

“Don’t worry, you’re pretty good at stitching things back up,” Yeonjun says, coming up to you and taking the cardigan from your hands to tie it around your waist. You look up at him, something fond shining in your eyes.

“I guess I am,” you say, tugging on Yeonjun’s sweatshirt to pull him closer to you. You wear a dopey smile as you stare at him, hands resting on his shoulders, and Yeonjun really hopes that you do what he knows you’re both thinking about right now.

You don’t leave him waiting long; your hand comes to his jaw to bring his face to yours, and the next second, Yeonjun’s having the best kiss of his life. It feels like a reward after the shitshow that today’s been. For it to come to this, he’d relive it a dozen more times.

“Wait,” Yeonjun says, pulling back. “Are we dating now?”

“Haven’t we been dating?” You look at him like he’s a fool, and it endears Yeonjun endlessly.

“I mean, boyfriend-girlfriend dating,” Yeonjun explains.

“Oh, I’ve already told, like, three people that you’re my boyfriend.” There might be real hearts in Yeonjun’s eyes right now.

“Good,” he says, coming in for another quick kiss. “I’m all yours.” His words are uttered against your lips, since he can’t seem to pull himself away from you.

You gladly accept his kisses, and he has to keep himself from getting too drunk off your taste. He has to remember he’s still in a lab with a bunch of chemicals filling the air—it’s probably a good idea to get out. Even though he doesn’t want to, Yeonjun steps back and looks around at the mess throughout the room. Given everything that happened, it’s not awful. A mop would take care of ninety percent of the problem.

“We should clean this up,” he sighs.

“Yeah,” you agree. Neither of you make a move. You start laughing after a few seconds, and Yeonjun returns his attention to you with a cheeky grin.

“No, let’s just leave,” he suggests. He’s exhausted. He’ll explain everything to his professor tomorrow, he can’t take any more of this today.

“Should we go back to my place then?” you ask. Yeonjun does a very poor job of hiding his excitement. He wants more than anything to hold you to his chest and zip across campus to get to your dorm, but alas, he does the smart thing instead. A ten minute walk has never felt more like ten hours in his life, and seeing your dorm building finally come into view has his heart racing in anticipation.

Yeonjun’s all over you the minute your door closes behind him. He doesn’t let your lips disconnect for a second—not to talk, not to breathe, because nothing’s more important than tasting your lips on his.

Your back falls to your mattress, and Yeonjun’s mind briefly wanders to the last time you two were here. Having you sprawled out beneath him is quite different than you patching him up above him. In a way, that moment felt like the start of something bigger between you. The initial spark came long before it, but that night is what caused fire to catch. He feeds the flame now, fingers untying the cardigan at your waist and throwing it to the floor. Your shirt’s the next thing to go, and he only pulls away long enough to shed the cloth off of you.

His mouth on yours is ravenous and unwilling to waste any more time. He feels up your stomach, cherishing the warm flesh with eager fingers. He trails his hands up to your chest, feeling your breasts over your bra. You gasp when he squeezes experimentally, and it encourages him to continue, movements growing hungry.

You break away from the kiss, panting for air while Yeonjun latches onto your jaw. He’s insatiable, sucking your skin and placing kitten licks over the mark after. He hovers his face over yours, biting back his grin when he sees how hazy your eyes have become.

You catch his face in your hand, cupping his jaw and thumbing his cheek. The action makes his heart soar, and he leans into your warm touch. Your smile turns from soft to wicked when you push your thumb between his lips, and he engulfs the digit without a fight.

“I like you,” you say as he sucks your thumb, blinking up at him adoringly like he’s not doing some lewd act right now. He swirls his tongue around you before popping it out of his mouth, kissing your fingertip then taking your hand in his own.

“I like you too.” His free hand goes behind your back to search for your bra clasp, fumbling with it clumsily until he gets it to disconnect. You pull the material off, and Yeonjun’s cock twitches in his pants when he takes in the sight of you. A part of him feels wrong for doing this, like this is too dirty, but a larger part of him can’t wait to indulge in you. He’ll just make sure to take you out for dinner after.

Yeonjun throws his sweatshirt and shirt to the floor, pride swirling inside him when he sees the way you ogle at his skin. You lay your hand over his chest, trailing your fingers over the expanse teasingly. He takes your wrist and drags your hand away.

“You don’t deserve to touch me. I’m still upset about Kai,” he says. It’s a lie, but he’s in a playful mood. Your hand makes its way back to his chest despite that, so he grabs it and brings it to the bed, shooting a web over your wrist so you can’t move it. He giggles. The whole web-slinging thing comes with some perks.

“Oh, come on,” you sulk as he does the same to your other wrist. He leans back for a moment, looking down at you all proud. A few different sights flash through his mind, endless possibilities of how he could make the most of your hands being restrained. Maybe he should punish you for ever liking Kai in the first place, keep you on the edge until you’re chanting apologies into the air. He could also just indulge in your body greedily, taste every inch of you without your hands pulling him away. The ache in his pants grows at the thought.

You sigh in satisfaction when his hand meets your clothed core. Your hips grind against his hand, and he allows you to use him to find your pleasure. Your hands close into fists as Yeonjun lets you ride his open palm, still fighting against your restraints.

“How much do you like me?” Yeonjun asks. His free hand holds your waist, fingers brushing against your skin gently.

“So much,” you answer, never abandoning your rhythm. “You’re so smart, and handsome, and funny, and—nngh—and good to me…” Yeonjun’s hand travels from your waist to your chest in reward, thumb rolling over one of your nipples.

“Yeah, I am good to you. I stay with you even though you’re mean to me.”

You shake your head at his statement. “I’m not mean to you,” you say.

He laughs at how you try to control yourself, how serious your tone gets. Your hips slow, so he takes measures into his own hands and moves his palm against your cunt instead. If he presses down hard enough, he can feel how wet you are even through your pants.

“You are,” he says. “You use me to get other men.” He knows that’s not true now, but a part of him is still a little bruised by the idea. He figures that airing out his insecurities like this might help him, and it makes him feel less vulnerable.

“No! That’s not true!” Yeonjun ignores you and takes off your pants, letting them join the other articles of clothing on your floor. He short circuits when he sees the wet patch on your panties. A sense of shame must fill you then, because your legs clamp shut to block his view.

“Hey, be nice,” he says, opening your legs back up. He holds you open as he presses his knee to your folds, and he can feel your arousal even through the fabric of his sweatpants. He’s squealing internally, overjoyed to have you soaking for him, but he keeps his calm on the outside.

Your hands push against the webs again, shaking the mattress a little. You pout at him. “I want to touch you,” you whine.

“Sorry about that,” he says. He matches your pout as his hands smooth down your legs, lazily exploring your flesh. He grabs your hips and positions them up a little so that you’re pressing into his thigh. He hears the moan that gets caught in your throat as he drags your cunt against him, holding back a satisfied smirk.

“Should I tell you what I like about you?” Yeonjun asks, something silky and smooth in his voice. You nod, rolling your hips over his thigh. “Say pleaseeeee,” he prompts.

“Please,” you echo. He giggles.

“Again.” He’s having fun.

“Please, Yeonjun,” you beg, sweet voice dripping with need.

He releases your hips so he can pull off your panties, tugging you back onto him once you kick the cloth off your ankles. He can really feel how wet you are now, and it makes a knot form in his stomach. He wants you more than anything.

“I like how pretty you are,” he starts, leaning over you to press kisses against your neck. “And I like how cool you are.” His mouth travels a little lower, sucking at your collarbone. “And I like how I can talk to you for hours and never get bored.” His lips smother your chest, just above your tits, familiarizing himself with every inch of your skin. Your hips buck against him when he presses his thigh more firmly between your legs. “And I like how wet you get,” he laughs.

His mouth finds your breasts then, tongue swirling teasingly around one of your buds. Your nipples perk up, begging for his attention. He drags his tongue over to your other mound, sucking at the swell of flesh, moaning against you. The taste of your skin in his mouth makes him feel high.

You whine, hips rolling more fervently against him, chasing your approaching high. Yeonjun busies himself with delivering kitten licks to your nipples, watching the way they glisten with his saliva after he runs his tongue across them a few times. He peels himself off of you when your rhythm gets unsteady, not wanting you to cum yet. There’s a look of betrayal on your face as he disconnects from you, not touching you at all anymore.

“Yeonjun,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in. “I need to cum.” Your needy cunt grinds against the tent in his boxers, hungrily trying to get yourself off. He lets you have your fun for a minute, enjoying the feel of your warm, wet slit coating his clothed cock, before holding your hips still and keeping you from moving. That doesn’t stop you from digging your heels into his back, pushing him harder against you.

He removes your legs from him, holding you open as he plunges two fingers into your cunt. Your heat takes him in so nicely, the slide of his digits inside you made so easy from how slick your cunt is. You arch your back, moaning out as he curls his fingers inside you.

“Tight girl, gotta stretch you out,” he says, scissoring his digits to prepare you. Your arousal pools out of you, dripping onto the mattress as Yeonjun fucks you on his fingers. “Need to get you ready for me.”

“Mhm, need your dick,” you say. You look so helpless like this, laying back and letting Yeonjun fuck his fingers into you however he wants. He increases his speed just because he can, knowing you can’t pry his hand away, grinning when you emit a surprised gasp. Your walls start tightening around his fingers, a warning of your orgasm, and Yeonjun pulls his hand away before you can get there.

You’re whining his name again, thighs clamping shut to relieve the pressure. He shushes you as he tugs his boxers out of the way, stroking his cock as he watches the way you tremble. Poor thing.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asks. Your legs spread open immediately in invitation. He watches as a glob of arousal drips out from your core.

“Yes,” you breathe out. He pumps his shaft a few more times before bringing it to your folds, letting your wetness coat his tip. “Put it in,” you beg, jerking your hips up. He ignores your plea, bringing the head of his cock to your clit to tap on it a few times. The stimulation sends a buzz through you, and Yeonjun coos at you sweetly.

“Want you to feel so good,” he says, aligning his tip to your hole and starts pushing in. You throw your head back and groan, and he gives your neck a wet kiss. “Wanna be the best you’ve had.” He sinks in slowly, letting your walls adjust to him inch by inch. You feel like heaven around him, and his fingers dig into your hips to keep himself from losing his mind. He wants to meld himself into you.

He grinds his pelvis against you when he bottoms out, steadying his breaths so he doesn’t lose himself too quickly. His moans are deep and airy, while yours are whiny and pathetic. He trails a hand up your body until he’s cupping your face, bringing your attention to him. You look dazed, and he wants to watch you fall apart. He needs to see your perfect face scrunched up with pleasure, eyes glassy and mouth open, going stupid from how fucked out you are.

He presses a light kiss against your lips, then leans his face into the crook of your neck. He finally starts pulling back, slamming back into you with a whimper. Your cunt takes him so readily despite how tight you are, your arousal making him glide in and out of you so easily.

“Gonna be perfect for you,” Yeonjun promises. “Be a good boyfriend. Fuck you every day. Keep you happy.” He lifts himself up to watch your mouth fall open as he thrusts into you. He presses against your stomach to feel himself inside you, moaning whorishly when he does. It makes him fuck you harder, desperation coursing through his system.

You can barely speak from how far gone you are, stuttering out curses and whimpers of his name. He brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing at the swollen bud to get you clenching around him. He groans at how tight you get, sucking him in like your body was meant to take him.

“Need you to cum now,” Yeonjun says, feeling his high looming over. “Gotta feel you milking my cock, let me see it.”

“Kiss me,” you say breathlessly, mouth hanging open as you wait for him to take it. He obliges eagerly, shoving his tongue into your mouth with a needy whine. He licks into you as if this will coax your orgasm out, and it does. Your walls clamp around him, and he’s barely able to move from how tight you get. He circles your clit diligently, only letting up when your body jolts in overstimulation.

He pulls out soon after, only having to stroke himself a few times before he’s spilling his seed onto your stomach. He groans as he milks himself for every last drop, hand shaking as he releases the last of it. You look hot painted with his cum; he bites his lip and squeezes your thighs, needing more and more of you.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he says, making you turn your head away shyly.

“Thanks. You are too.” His stomach flips, feeling proud that he earned your praise. He lowers himself to your torso, lapping at the milky strands of his cum. He cleans you nicely, swallowing down his own release until your stomach’s coated in only his saliva. He brings himself to your slit to lap at it languidly, loving the little whines you emit at the sensation.

“Did so good for me, thank you,” he murmurs into your cunt. He pushes his tongue into your entrance, slowly fucking the muscle inside you. You sigh and roll your hips against his face, relaxed and melting into the feeling.

“Y-you’re good too,” you praise. He licks his way up to your clit, taking it into his mouth and letting his tongue roll over the bud. He likes to hear that he’s being good for you, it makes him feel like he’s worthy of you. He thrives off your happiness, so he feels content as he pleases you with his mouth.

He never wants to let you go. He wants you in his arms forever, he wants to stay in this room and live the rest of his life with just you by his side. This much is enough for him. He glides his hands down your thighs, letting his fingers lightly drag along your skin. He opens his mouth a little more to taste more of you, to kiss your folds more hungrily. He presses the tip of his tongue to your bud, focusing the pressure right against it until he hears you mewl.

“Right there!” you gasp out, pressing yourself further into Yeonjun’s face. He hooks his arms around your thighs to keep you in place, making sure you don’t jolt away when your orgasm creeps up on you. He flicks his tongue over your clit repeatedly, feeling your thighs shake in his grasp. He doesn’t stop until you’re releasing on his face, coating his mouth and chin with your essence.

He detaches himself after a minute, licking his lips and letting go of your legs. He sits up and smiles at you, taking in how pretty you look. He holds your jaw so he can kiss you, and he can’t help but to giggle into the kiss. This is so surreal. He would have fainted if he knew one month ago that this would be happening to him.

“Hi,” you say when he finally pulls his face from yours. This feels like a dream.

“Hi,” he echoes, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He cherishes the smile you give him.

“So when does this dissolve?” you ask, tugging at the webs holding your arms in place. Yeonjun scratches his neck bashfully. That's enough of an answer for you. “Yeonjun…” you sigh, body deflating.

“Less than two hours!” he rushes to say.

“Two hours?!”

“It’s not that bad. I think we can pass the time,” he says, failing to hold back his smile.

Your eyes flit down to his stirring cock. “I guess I have nothing better to do,” you give in. Yeonjun sees right through your nonchalant act, but he lets you get away with it. He has better things to busy himself with than arguing about that.

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You bring Yeonjun to the market after learning about the laundry detergent debacle. You place the item in your basket, shaking your head at him as you do. “I can’t believe your roommate had to tell me to get you to buy this.”

Yeonjun raises his hands in defense. “I get busy sometimes,” he says.

“With coming to my dorm every other night?” you ask with a raised brow, walking into the next aisle.

Yeonjun drops a candy bar into the basket alongside the detergent. “No, with lab stuff, and class stuff, and Spidey stuff,” he corrects. He picks up a bottle of your favorite drink as he passes by it on the shelf. “And with girlfriend stuff,” he adds sweetly.

“Right,” you say unconvincingly, smiling as you nod your head.

Yeonjun grabs a pair of sunglasses off a rack, placing them on his face and turning to you with a grin. “How cool are these?” he asks, pointing at himself.

You laugh and lift the sunglasses up so they rest on his head. “So cool,” you answer. You tilt your head to check the price on them. “You should totally spend the last of your money on them.”

He pulls the glasses off his face to check the price tag, eyebrows raising in reaction. He puts them back on the rack. He can’t get rid of the smile on his face as he watches you shop, endeared and swooned by every little thing you do. It’s small moments like these that make him feel like the luckiest guy on earth.

“We should get bandages. I can’t believe you don’t have any,” you say, looking for where the item would be in the store.

“There’s a lot of things I don’t have. I’m operating on a limited budget,” he explains. It’s not like he can tackle a job on top of everything else he does. He’s grown accustomed to his ways of living, accepting that he’s become the male college student stereotype.

“I’m glad I stepped into your life then,” you say, throwing a box of bandages into your basket. “I’m actually scared you’d die without me.”

Yeonjun can’t help but to laugh at that. “I would die without you,” he agrees. He follows you as you continue walking around the store, aimlessly searching for anything you might need. You stop when you feel your phone buzz, pulling out your phone upon receiving a notification, checking it curiously. He reads the message over your shoulder; it’s an alert from your local news station about some rescue mission for a bunch of dogs that ran loose from their shelter just now. You turn to him with a knowing smile.

“That’s your cue, Spider-man.”

notes: god i loved writing this so much…. i hope u like spideyjjun just as much as i do<3 i would love to hear ur thoughts if u have anyyy!!! tysm for reading hehe

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[metallic-t4ste]

Hello! I was searching for twst blogs and i really want to make a request!

Can i ask romantic headcanons of malleus, Vil, silver and jamil with a shy sweet s/o that has suffered from harrasment/bullying? S/o always been a easy target for jokes from other students bc of their shy and collected personality but at some moment s/o breaks down crying and asks for help/advice from their boyfriend, i really love angst with fluff and comfort.

If this is too much you can reject this request!

Sorry I'm so late... Thanks for the request tho it was quite fun actually. There's no proof read tho. It's short because I'm not feeling good rn sorry

Malleus

You're literally so sweet, you are literally the most important precious little thing in his life.

So he is absolutely LIVID at the fact that these meaningless lowlifes are harassing you.

(he is literally planning for you to be the future queen so the absolute AUDACITY they have)

Before he does anything he wants to make sure you're alright first the idiotic scoundrels shall be spared for the time being

Seeing you cry is absolutely heartbreaking

He comforts you holding you silent listening patiently at you talking

Stroking your hair and back

He tells you that you should not let them get to you

(he has never been bullied a day in his life well expect for Leona ig... so he's not to sure on what to do. But he shall try his best)

He knows you're shy but he truly believes you can over come it and stand your ground

He tells you to try telling and authoritative figure or them off or ignoring them maybe

He also suggests letting him deal with it

If he so happens to over hear you being the butt of some bad jokes he would immediately step in to defend you without hesitation

He just wants you to be able to breathe without some jerk bullying you for just existing

If you're an NRC student

He becomes more protective of you after that always following you around

Giving anyone who even dares to even snicker at you, the most piss off death glare ever

Yeah no one messing with you after that

Vil

Vil is not having it

*gasp* how dare they!?

Aren't ugly ppl irl supposed to be humble or something!?

Seeing you walk in his room with tears in your beautiful eyes was horrible

The fact that you were being basically a punching bag for someone's mean little jokes was unacceptable

He even stops doing his makeup mid way

You ask him for advice for you to stop getting bullied and he starts of by saying to not change anything about yourself

You're literally so perfect they're obviously the problem

Vil would sit you down on his bed and let you talking

Caressing your hand and wiping you tears being ever so gentle

He makes sure to listen up real good,

After you've calmed down

Vil would advise you to take a stand and even tell someone about it

Make sure to take as much distance as possible and ignore them no matter what even when it's easier said than done

He knows how you can be shy so he doesn't blame you if you're hesitant to stand up for yourself

But that doesn't mean he won't just let you deal with all that harassment without a word

He reassures you that this is what needs to be done

And even helps you along the way he wants to make sure you learn how to stand your grown and make boundaries

He's probably talking so much shit about them

Silver

Plus you where crying so it was obvious

He knew something was up when you busted into his room (which made him wake up)

And you no longer had your collected demeanor

Caressing your back and silently listening to you talk about your problems

He makes sure to give you advice

Like Vil he tells you to stand your ground and tell the teacher

He wants to reassure you that everything will be alright

He is very calm and patient and he wants to make sure you're ready first

He might even teach you a little self defense just to make sure you're not gonna get hurt

If you're a student at NRC

On one of the occasions we was awake during break

He even noticed about you being targeted for people's entertainment

And was quite displeased with it

He calmly (slightly passive aggressive) told those bullies off and broth you with him somewhere else

We would not stand for his S/O getting bullied

And is very quick to defend them but he also wants his S/o to be able to stand up for themselves

Jamil

He is very upset why would anybody bully you!?

You're so sweet send whoever it is sending them to the guillotine

He would pat your back and listen to you while nodding

And giving you some tissues

(if you find comfort in food)

He'd definitely cook you up your fav comfort dish to help you out

He wants you to feel safe

He suggests confronting them head on but scratches it when he thinks about how you can be quite shy

He opted for telling the teachers instead

If you're an NRC student

He tried to help you confront them

(he might us his special magic on them to tell them to just leave you alone)

He tries telling you to stay close to him and not be afraid to call him if you're having any trouble

[daizedndconfused]

You wouldn't happen to be open to doing a cole x reader where they are asked by wu to train the ninja (because there extremely flexible and skilled) and they end up beating all of them without using many weapons would you??? Mehehehe I love your writing and cole is so Under Appreciated (people should give him so more love!!) and you portray his character so well thank you thank you :3

new girl

a/n - hi lovely!! tysm for the request and kind words hello?!! also loved this request we love us a strong girl hahaha i kinda drew some inspo from our icon ty lee. this lowkey ended up being longer than i thought but SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG SOME RANDOM SICKNESS WAS KICKING MY ASS ALL WEEK??? but we’re getting better now hahaha (also totally agree give my boy cole some love he deserves it) anyways enjoy i hope i did your vision some justice honestly if you want me to make a pt 2 i sooo can with some more one on one moments

characters - cole x reader

type - fluff!!

warnings - just some mild violence in the form of sparring

synopsis - the ninja a relying too much on their elemental powers and master wu needs some help reminding them of what’s really important who better to teach them than you??

“Breathe,” your mother reminded you gently.

Easy for her to say, she wasn’t the one suspended in a middle-split between two rocks over a stream. Regardless, you did as she asked, feeling the air move in and out of your lungs and the sweat forming on your temple.

“The key is concentration–balance,” her voice came from the bank to your right.

Most of what she said you already knew having been doing this for years, but you didn’t mind.

In and out your breaths went, eyes closed, relying only on your hearing until you felt your mother’s presence hovering next to you.

Peaking your eyes open, she stood on a nearby rock smiling down at you.

“Very good,” she nodded, offering you a hand to help you up.

“Thank you,” you exhaled, stretching out your legs a bit after so long in your previous position.

Your mother smoothed your hair back before leading you across the stream and back onto the land where you promptly shoved on your shoes.

The two of you chatted beneath the warm sun and cool breeze all the way back to your house. Though even before entering, you heard voices coming from within.

You shared a look of confusion with your mother.

That was odd, your father should be the only one home at the moment.

You gently pushed the door open and followed the voices to your living room where you saw your father in a deep conversation with an older man.

“Wu!” Your mother chirped, rounding you to greet the stranger.

The old’s eyes crinkled as he smiled beneath his long wispy white beard. Your mother bowed slightly as a sign of respect, and you thought it only best to do the same.

Eventually, you all sat around the living room, each nursing a steaming cup of tea.

“What do we owe this visit?” Your mother asked kindly. Apparently your parents and Master Wu went way back. They learned all they knew from the man himself, which then trickled down to you.

Wu took a sip of tea before answering. “I wish to offer your daughter a job.”

All eyes moved to you.

A job? What kind of job?

Your back straightened slightly at all the attention. “Sir?”

Wu sighed wearily, “I have realized I may need more help than I currently have. Upon opening a tea shop, I have less and less time to teach my students.” He swirled his tea twice before his eyes set upon you. “Would you be open to helping out?”

“Oh, uh… your students are?” You trailed off.

“The ninja, dear,” your mother filled in gently.

Oh. The ninja? What could you possibly teach the ninja? Sure, martial arts was nothing new, and yeah you were trained in combat thanks to your father, but they had elemental powers for heaven's sake.

“I’m not sure how much help I could be,” you answered sheepishly.

“You do not need special abilities to teach,” Wu smiled. “And I fear the elements are why I am seeking this help in the first place. It appears my students are disregarding their training for their elemental powers.”

That made sense. Whenever you got frustrated while training with your father he always reminded you you didn’t need flashy powers to be strong. Because while they may be useful, there’s always a chance they can vanish, and then what?

Eventually you made up your mind. “Okay, I’ll do it.” You quickly looked to your parents, “If that’s alright with you?”

“Of course,” your mother wrapped her arms around you. “We know you’re in safe hands with Wu. Just promise you’ll call?”

“Of course,” you assured her as your father also joined in on saying goodbye.

Before long you were packed with enough things to last a few weeks. You might have to repeat some outfits for a while since the duration of your stay wasn’t specified. But you always had money you could spend on clothes.

“How do we get there?” You asked Master Wu after he informed you he and his students were residing at his tea shop, Steep Wisdom.

He glanced at you out the corner of his, and you just caught the glint of a smirk beneath his beard before golden particles started to form in front of you.

From those particles, something even greater arose. A dragon.

Your mouth gaped open. Wu laughed before tossing your luggage on top of the large white and gold dragon that had just materialized in front of you.

--

The dragon flight was frightening at first, but as you relaxed it wasn’t so bad. You got to see things from an all new perspective. Dragon-eye view style.

Eventually, through the clearing of teas you flew over, you spotted a cozy tea house nestled between the woods.

The dragon dipped lower and lower before let out a warning, “The dragon dissolves, can you stick the landing?”

“Of course,” you smiled. A drop from this height? Easy.

You prepared yourself, but the disappearance of the dragon beneath you still caught you off guard a bit. However, that didn’t stop you from landing perfectly on your feet.

Flawless, you thought as your luggage somehow landed just as gracefully next to you.

The space around you truly was beautiful. A wall surrounded the tea shop and courtyard, and you heard rushing water faintly in the distance, telling you there was some type of natural water nearby.

What you didn’t notice was the five boys lingering outside upon your arrival.

“Uh, anyone gonna introduce us?” A slightly high pitched voice asked.

You snapped your gaze away from the scenery and towards the voice. Five boys around your own age and dressed in colorful gis regarded you curiously.

Before you could introduce yourself, Wu cut in. “This is your new strength trainer. She’ll be taking over lessons when I’m busy. I expect each of you to treat her with respect.”

A course of “Yes, Sensei’s” were said before the bowed in unison.

Then, an older woman with a long braid falling down her back summoned Wu. Something about an inventory issue.

“Excuse me,” he said to you, and then to his students, “someone will need to show her to her new quarters.”

With that he was gone. And you were left with five teenage boys staring at you.

“Um, hi I’m (Y/N). Nice to meet you.” You stuck with a polite introduction.

“Hey there,” a brunette boy with somewhat spiky hair said. “You know we don’t usually get many new people, may you and I could–”

“Kai,” a tall boy with black hair, cut him off. “Don’t be weird. She just got here.”

“What?” Kai gaped. “I was just going to ask if–”

“I apologize for my brother.” This time the voice came from… a titanium robot? Now that’s something you don’t see everyday.

Clearly the surprise was written all over your face at the unanimous chuckle that came from each boy.

“I am Zane,” the robot didn’t seem phased by your surprise. “This is Kai, Jay, Cole, and Lloyd. Kai’s sister also resides with us, but I’m afraid she is busy helping Misako and Master Wu.”

“Oh, that’s no problem,” you responded. “Do one of you know where I’m staying? If I don’t unpack now I’ll never get it done.” You admitted with a laugh.

“I got it,” said the boy with black hair you now knew to be Cole. He walked over, and grabbed each of your bags as though they weighed nothing.

“You don’t have to do that, I can take some of them. I know they’re a little heavy but no one told me how long I’d be staying.”

“Please,” Cole smirked, “it’s nothing. I can lift more than ten times this weight.”

“Show off,” Kai coughed.

“You okay?” Lloyd asked him.

“Yeah just something caught in my throat,” Kai shook his head before coughing the phrase again.

Cole rolled his eyes at Lloyd and Jay laughed. Zane didn’t seem to get it. You even found yourself smiling at the joke before following Cole to your room.

“Don’t mind them,” he said. “They can be a lot sometimes.”

“Something tells me you also fit into that category,” you teased. You are who you hangout with afterall. Though it wasn’t always true, it seemed fitting for this situation.

“I guess you’ll just have to find out won’t you?” Cole joked, looking back at you over his shoulder.

Eventually the two of you climbed a set of stairs hidden in the back of the tea shop. Upstairs was a small apartment looking room with multiple sets of doors, one of them being your own room.

It was a decent size, about the same as the one you had back home, with plenty of closet space.

“It’s not much I know,” Cole said, “but there’s been worse places we’ve stayed trust me.”

“No it’s perfect,” you insisted. “I don’t need a whole lot to get by.”

Cole nodded, setting your stuff down. “There’s two bathrooms, the boys and I share the one on the left, and you’ll be sharing with Nya on the right.”

You nodded, looking around your new room, thinking of all the ways you could make it look homier. Cole didn’t say anything more, but he didn’t leave either. He simply stood in your doorframe, looking at you, looking at your bare room.

“What?” You asked him, smiling.

“Nothing,” he shook his head with a grin. “Sorry, I’ll let you get settled in.”

You wanted to tell him it was no problem, but he vanished before you could. Out of all the boys you had just met, was the best looking in your eyes.

Shiny black hair, tall, and built like the mountains he commanded. Your new job was off to a good start already.

It was well into the evening when you finally met Nya. She sighed thankfully at the sight of you. She loved her brother, and she didn’t have any problems with the boys. They were all equally respectful, but other than Misako she had no other girls to talk to.

You too were happy for another girl to talk to. There was only so much testosterone someone could be around.

The two of you got along quickly as you offered to stock some shelves with her. Even though you were technically here to train the ninja, you weren’t due to start until the next day.

Your alarm woke you up at six thirty sharp. You know you weren’t supposed to start with the boys until eight that morning, but you wanted to get an early start on your first day before you got lazy.

Passing your way to the bathroom, you ran through your morning routine groggily before you headed downstairs to make yourself a cup of tea to wake you up.

Scanning the shelves for something that looked appetizing for the early morning, you didn’t even hear someone approach you from behind.

“I personally like this one,” a familiar voice said from behind you before a hand shot out and grabbed a case off one of the shelves just a hair too high for you to reach.

You jump slightly, startled by the person’s presence.

Spinning around, you saw the voice and arm belonged to Cole. He was smiling softly at you, a case of green tea in his hands. He too held the appearance of just waking up–tousled hair, sleepy eyes, and the lack of a shirt with black plaid pajama pants.

You quickly averted your eyes from his bare chest and instead found refuge in his earth eyes.

“Why green?” You blurted. It was the only question you could think of at this moment. And maybe it would distract him from the fact you were ogling him just a bit.

“Helps with energy,” he shrugged, tossing the case up in one hand. “I’ll start the kettle.”

It took you an embarrassingly long time to follow him to the back of the tea shop where a small kitchen resided.

He filled the kettle up with water and placed it on the stove before taking a seat at the island next.

“I’d make you some breakfast, but I’m afraid it wouldn’t be edible and that’s not the first impression I want you to have of me.” Cole laughed sheepishly.

You laughed with him before you took it upon yourself to scope out the fridge.

“How do you feel about omelets?” You asked after finding multiple cases of eggs. With this many ingredients you would be able to feed the whole team.

“I’m down,” he nodded.

You closed the fridge slightly before you saw a slip of paper taped to the front. It seemed to be a list of written chores, and at the bottom written in all capital letters next to a star were the words, ‘COLE IS NOT ALLOWED IN THE KITCHEN UNSUPERVISED.’

“Jeez, what’d you do?” You giggled, gesturing to the paper.

The boy flushed slightly, shrugging his broad shoulders before saying, “You set fire to the oven one time and suddenly you’re untrustworthy.” He rolled his eyes.

“Funny how that works.”

“Hilarious.” He deadpanned.

“Well since you can’t help with the food why don’t you just grab anything you want to add to the eggs, help me find the pans, and I’ll take care of the cooking part.” You suggested.

“That I can do,” he slipped off the stool.

Even though he wasn’t helping with the actual breakfast, the two of you worked in harmony together. He’d hand you the spatula, chop some vegetables, and give you some spices upon request. However, when you thought you could trust him with cracking an egg and he ended up getting it all over his bare torso you took it upon yourself to tie a black apron around him.

“Seriously?” He laughed as you tied the knot around his waist.

“Yup,” you nodded. “Damn. I’d need a magnifying glass to find your waist.”

He tipped his head back and laughed as you returned to flipping omelets with a smirk.

At this point you had successfully made two cups of tea, and three omelets. On the fourth, you were starting to grow more confident.

“Think I could flip it without a spatula?” You asked.

“No,” Cole shook his head, now seated on the island behind you.

“No faith,” you gasped, offended.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” he shrugged, leaning back on his palms.

“Oh yeah?” You challenged before grasping the pan handle with both hands. You’d never done this before, but how hard could it be really? The answer was not very as you successfully tossed up an omelet and caught it gently on the other side.

You cheered, victorious as Cole also encouraged you, both laughing all the way.

Eventually, more and more people started waking up, and the more competent ones (Zane) began to help you with breakfast.

By the time eight in the morning rolled around, breakfast had been done, dishes were washed, and you were gathered in the courtyard with each of the ninja. Wu had given you the rundown of what he’d like you to work on with his students, and that’s exactly what you’d do.

“So,” you said, shaking the jitters out of your hands. “I’m thinking I’ll just spar one on one with each of you to see what you need to work on. Okay?”

The boys traded uneasy glances. “Are you sure?” Jay asked.

You smiled a little at their apprehension. “Yes, I’m positive. We’re just sparring, remember. But don’t hold back, otherwise it’s just a waste of time.”

“Yeah, you get your ass handed to you by Nya all the time, this shouldn’t be different.” Cole patted Jay on the back.

The others laughed at Jay’s blush and he grumbled something inaudible under his breath.

“Okay Jay, since you’re so worried you’re up first.” You waved him over. “Sensei said no powers.”

“Right,” Jay nodded as he approached you slowly.

“I’m not gonna bite you, Jay.”

“I know that!” He defended as the boys behind him howled with laughter.

You couldn’t help but tease him as the two of you got into a fighting stance.

You dug your feet into the ground and steadied your breathing. The key to combat was focus, controlled breathing, and anticipation. At least that’s what your father told you.

It was no surprise to you that Jay attacked quickly. He was the master of lightning afterall. However, that was what made him so predictable.

He’d throw a series of quick jabs that you avoided with grace. With each attack you’d be just an inch out of reach. Jay was quick–but you were quicker.

You didn’t notice it, but the chatter was nonexistent, and Jay was wholly focused on sparring. Though the sweat building on his forehead, and his attacks slowing were also becoming more prominent.

He threw a high kick in there this time, which was just what you were waiting for. The second his foot came off the ground, you moved to the side, grabbed his ankle, and with your own leg, swept his balancing leg off the ground causing him to fall straight onto his back.

Jay landed with a wheeze, but you helped him up just as quickly. “Your attacks are precise, but they’re sloppy. You try to cram in a lot of combined attacks and hope for the best. If you slow them down a bit you’re more likely to land a few.”

Kai ‘Ohed’ from the sidelines. “You didn’t even get one hit dude.”

Jay glared at him as he took a seat beside Lloyd.

“And you won’t either, your turn.” You pointed to Kai.

The others laughed, but Kai rose, determination clear on his face.

You got into position again, but this time you’d change up your evasion techniques. Since he spent the previous match observing you he no doubt knew some of your moves.

Kai fought more aggressively than Jay, but with less accuracy making him easier to avoid. You twirled around him after a hard punch threw him off balance slightly. With your backs to each other, you only had a moment to grab his arm, crouch, shift your weight, and flip his body over yours.

Kai landed as hard as Jay.

After explaining his problem to him, you called up Zane next. You wanted to get the analyzing robot out of the way before you completely ran out of cards to play.

You had to admit, Zane almost got you, but you quickly threw yourself from his reach with a well timed aerial over his shoulder. Just as you landed he threw a punch, but you were ready for that. You crouched the moment you landed, and swept both his legs.

Standing quickly, you had just enough time to catch the front of his gi, suspending him above the floor ever so slightly. You felt a bit bad–you didn’t want to dent him after all.

Lloyd whistled, impressed, as he was finally called to the stand.

Lloyd, the green ninja. You knew he would also be pretty difficult, but it was like you were in a trance at the moment. You weren’t about to lose your winning streak, were you?

Being as flexible as you were didn’t hurt either. Sure the ninja were pretty flexible, but you could contort yourself into the most uncomfortable positions making it easy to avoid each of the ninja's blows.

All you had to do was wait until they tired themselves out, and then deliver the final blow. It was almost as if they were fighting themselves.

Lloyd looked concentrated, but his stance was off slightly. You feinted one way, and he fell for it easily, shifting all his weight onto one side of his body to prepare for the hit he thought was coming. Instead, you spun and shoved your shoulder hard into the opposite side of his body.

Lloyd crumbled like a house of cards.

When the green ninja retreated with a defeated look on his face, you were left with only one ninja now.

You suspected because of his height, Cole would be slow and off balance, but you were wrong. He was sturdy, and his height only added to his balance if anything. You’ve fought people bigger and stronger than you all the time, bad unlucky for him they only went down one way.

After a while of going through your song and dance of avoidance once again, Cole laughed.

“You’re slippery, huh?” He joked.

You winked before sliding between his legs, kicking the back of his knees and then once more between his shoulder blades to send him tumbling down to the ground.

“Wu was right,” you huffed, wiping the sweat from your forehead. “You guys rely way too much on your powers.”

“Alright, cough it up, where’d you learn that?” Jay asked.

“Learn what?” You laughed, helping a grumpy Cole from the floor.

“You flip around so much I got sick from just looking at you!” Jay whined.

“Lots of practice and some time in the cirque,” she shrugged.

“Like the circus?” Cole asked, looking down at you.

“Not the stuff with the tent and the animals,” you clarified. “More like the Cirque Du Soleil shows, you know? Anyway, I did a lot of acro as a kid. Made it easy to learn combat.”

“That’s awesome,” Kai said. “Have you ever juggled fire?”

“I told you, it’s not the tent type of circus,” you laughed. “It’s classier than that. That’s besides the point, you all have work to do. Lucky for all of you we’re going to start with yoga today! Just as a warm up.”

You giggled behind your hand at the unanimous groan coming from all five boys.

[blue-eye-samurai-analysis]

Blue Eye Samurai’s links to MUSASHI MIYAMOTO (part 1)

You’d be surprised how many similarities you’d find!

Musashi Miyamoto’s connection to this show is just SAVAGE! Not only he has a lot in common with two main characters from the series – namely Mizu and Taigen – but also some locations and fighting styles are connected to him.

But before I get into the details, I want to make sure everyone knows whom we are talking about.

Musashi Miyamoto is probably the most famous swordsman in Japanese history, the genius who has won at least 60 duels, developed his own special fighting styles and inspired plenty of comics and anime.  

And guess what? He was actually living in Mizu’s Era!

Although he is no longer alive when Mizu meets Ringo at the bar (he died in 1645), there is a huge chance he was still around when she was a child. And it’s possible he might even have some connection with her! But, let’s start from the beginning…

You probably wonder why I want to talk about Musashi. The other day I was reading interviews with BES creators and it was mentioned that they had done a huge research before they even started writing the series (as they should - that’s how you create an amazing story!). Sooo… I got curious who was around IN Mizu’s time and BEFORE she was born. I decided to check Musashi, and…

Oh. My. God.

My mind just… exploded!

1# Musashi has beaten the star student of the best dojo in Kyoto (like Mizu)

Yup! He basically went to Kyoto and challenged the best guy of the best school there – Yoshioka Seijurou of the Yoshioka school. He showed up at the duel dressed like a beggar. Sounds familiar? Also, it is said, that Musashi won the duel by using Seijurou’s anger against him. Rings a bell?

2# He has defeated the entire dojo himself (like Mizu)

After the humiliation of Seijurou, second best guy at the school (Seijurou’ brother) got mad and started looking for Musashi to demand a rematch (sounds familiar?). They fought, and Musashi won again. And it’s still not all! The other guys from the dojo got so pissed at him for the humiliation he caused them,  they decided to attack him and he was forced beat the whole gang by himself. Though it happened in a bamboo forest, not their dojo.

3# Musashi didn’t use his blade to fight just ANYONE (like Mizu)

He won his very first fight using a bokken (wooden sword). After that he frequently used wood instead of steel, even during official duels - but it doesn’t mean he was going easy on his opponents. He was just as deadly with bokken as he was with katana.

4# Musashi preferred agility over strength (like Mizu)

He was often compared to a cat, because he was very fast, agile and intelligent - his fighting style was based on using opponent’s own strength against them. That’s why he won his fights, even when he didn’t have the advantage of physical strength.  

In the training scenes from episode three Taigen's cut is deeper than Mizu's first cut, but ultimately SHE is the one who succeeds at cutting the tree, because she uses the the power of her whole body to achieve this.

5# He famously used his surroundings to gain advantage in the fight (like Sokka Mizu)

I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t resist and HAD to post this scene from “The Last Airbender”. Master Piandao’s teachings are just sooo similar to Musashi’s teachings.

When Musashi felt the odds were against him, he used the terrain to gain the upper hand. He used this strategy against the Yoshioka School and in many more occasions.

6# His most famous duel happened on an island… near MIHONOSEKI!!!

Yeah, you heard correctly. Musashi and Mizu literally went to the same place. Although I established that Fowler’s island is called Tanabe Island while the island for Musashi’s duel was called Ganryuujima, both Mizu and Musashi needed to get a boat in Mihonoseki.  Coincidence? I don’t think so.

In Ganryuujima, Musashi Miyamoto dueled Sasaki Koujirou:

Basically THIS guy from Record of Ragnarok XD.

Though when you look at THIS picture he looks more like Taigen.

AND…

7# Musahi’s opponent favorite technique was…

Tsubame Gaeshi (The Swallow’s Return) – the signature technique of Shindo Ryuu.

ALSO…

8# Musashi’s opponent threw away his sheath at the beginning of the duel (like Taigen)

And do you know what Musashi told him?

“You have already lost, Koujirou. A true swordsman NEVER tosses away his sheath this early.”

Heard that, Taigen? Still a long path ahead of you, dude. Oh, and speaking of Taigen…

9# Musashi ran away from home (like Taigen) because his DAD was AN ALCOHOL ADDICT!!!

Oh my God. You cannot persuade me this is just a coincidence. I find it so cool that both Mizu and Taigen have similarities with Musashi.

Though there is one important difference – Musashi’s dad was not a simple fisherman, but a retired samurai. He also taught his son how to fight.

Now, it would be just fine if Taigen’s dad STAYED a simple fisherman, BUT… perhaps we will learn that he was in fact a samurai TURNED fisherman. That would be very interesting and it would explain why Taigen was able to join Shindo Dojo in first place (although he could also lie or give them fake recommendation letter – so many possibilities, I need more backstory from Taigen!!!) and why it is so important for him to be an honorable traditional samurai.

Besides that, here comes another interesting theory for Taigen:

10# Musashi had three stages in his life (that could also be the case for Taigen)

When Musashi still lived with his dad, he was called Miyamoto BENOSUKE. When he ran away, he changed his name into Miyamoto TAKEZOU. And eventually, after his alliance lost the bloody battle at the Sekigahara plain, he changed his name again to MIYAMOTO MUSASHI.

(Japanese people refer to each other using their surnames FIRST)

So, three seasons of Blue Eye Samurai might also represent three stages in Taigen’s journey and he might act like a completely different person in each season. He could even temporarily change his name. Remember Zuko from the Last Airbender? He was introduced as “JUNIOR” by Uncle Iroh in Season Two, in order to hide his identity in the Earth Kingdom.

Taigen will probably go to London WITH or AFTER Mizu (in this post I explain why he HAS to do it), so he might need to change his name in England.

Also, remember that scene from episode eight when Lady Itoh implied that ANYONE who DID NOT commit seppuku after witnessing her husband’s shame should die? Guess who’s included in that club? Taigen! That’s another reason for him to quickly go to London, but also to… hide his identity when he comes back.

Of course those are just theories which don’t necessarily need to become truth. But aren’t they cool?

(Also check my post about SHU HA RI (three stages in Martial Arts) that I’m going to write later – link will be here)

11# Musashi wore his hair down many times (like Taigen)

He did it not only because he was a ronin (samurai without lord), but also it matched the way he lived. And he had a pretty rebellious spirit most of his life. Also…

12# He had an unconventional approach to the Japanese Code of Honor (like Mizu)

I mean… it’s not like he didn’t care about honor at all. He just found some rules really stupid and he often ignored them – especially those concerning his appearance and the ways one should fight. That’s why he used different weapons and showed up to his duels looking like a tramp. Basically, he didn’t like his duels to look like parties XD.

But also, because it was part of his tactics. He frequently thought about psychological aspects of the fight and would use anything he could to his advantage.

13# He was an outcast (like Mizu)

When he ran away from home and lived in the woods, some people considered him “a beast” and he was really bad at social interactions. But even later, when he already established his reputation as the greatest swordsman in Japan, many lords didn’t want to accept his service because he was just… too unconventional for them. Eventually he found family in students he trained, but he never had his own place in traditional sense.

So, you can see there are many similarities.

Did they SHOCK you? Just wait what I will tell you about Musashi in PART 2!

(All pictures of Musashi, except from the first one, were taken from the videos about Musashi from See U in History channel in Youtube – if you want to learn the full history of this amazing swordsman, check it out!)

[4klovver]

dancing in a jazz bar pt.2

scienceteacher!matt x musicteacher!reader angst!!

part one here

a/n; sorry this took so long, i was SO BUSY this week but i hope you enjoy. I have some more things cooking up so watch you (chris x reader) YAYAYAYAY okay have fun bye byebye

It’s been a couple of days; today’s the first day back at work. Some part of you feels lonely; some part of you never realized how much you saw Matt. Or maybe how much you annoyed him. You had rage and sadness all wound up in you, forming a constant tight knot in the pit of your stomach. 

You don’t know if him not reaching out to you is better or worse than if he did reach out to you. You desperately try not to think about him, about that night, but every time you get a moment to yourself, it just plagues your mind. When you see him in the office, the teacher lounge, or just anywhere, you can’t not clench your jaw and look down. 

When you get home, you just curl into bed and eat crappy takeout, wishing you were anywhere else. Wanting to take back everything you did or said. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  

If you think it’s taken a toll on you, Matt has been in ruins. Him giving you “the space you need” has been harder than expected. He’s lived the past few days playing that moment over and over, regret filling his mind, leaving him with a migraine. 

He hasn’t properly slept or eaten since that night. Once he got home from your apartment, he just collapsed on his couch. His usual night routine, containing watering his plants and doing basic skincare, slipping away from him. 

You wouldn’t look at him in the short moments you would pass each other in the hallway. If you looked at him, you would see sunken-in tired eyes and messed-up hair. He knew it was getting back when students asked if he was doing alright. 

He knows he needs to do something, but he doesn’t know how to. Does he do a big gesture like flowers and a mariachi band, or does he beg for your forgiveness with a heartfelt message? A text, maybe a call, would in person be better? He spends hours sitting in bed contemplating every possible outcome of his actions. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  

You go set up your things for your 5th period music class. Putting your notebooks and papers on top of the piano binder sitting on the stand at the top. Students start to shuffle into the class, some sitting in seats, some congregating near the piano. While you get situated, you can’t help but overhear some of your students’ conversations. 

“Yeah, Mr. Sturniolo has been looking just really…sad looking. Just like tired.” One student says worried, making you look up slightly. “I know he just seems off makes class kinda of a bore.” Does he look tired because of you? You don’t want to be narcissistic, but you never know. 

All you do is sit there just thinking about Matt and yourself and if you should reach out. “Uhh, Ms. Y/l/n, the bell just rang.” A student says to you, pulling you away from your thoughts. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Good Morning everyone!” Your teaching personality switching on like a light switch. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  

You can’t stop thinking about Matt and what your students said. Your head is reeling, not knowing what to do. You’ve never felt like this about anything, and you don’t want to mess it up. 

When you leave work, you desperately need a pick-me-up feeling like a bus hit you. You sluggishly make your way to a local coffee shop, slumping into a seat. You contemplate everything. Maybe Matt was just sick. You thought he would’ve reached out by now if it was really affecting him that badly. You certainly were not going to reach out to him, beg him to be with you, and grovel for it. 

You had fully accepted your defeat, knowing nothing could take things back to the way they were. Tomorrow, you would try to make new friends and put this whole thing behind you. 

Leaving the coffee shop, you mosey your way home, taking the longer way and just enjoying your time you have to yourself.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  

Matt got to your apartment at 2:45. He gunned it to the flower shop, then to your apartment door, assuming you would be home right away. He made sure to fix his hair up and smooth out his wrinkly clothes. 

It’s now almost 4:15, and he’s sitting outside your door. He knows you’re not in your apartment because he knocked about 10 times over the course of 30 minutes. So now he’s just waiting, hoping you would be home soon. Even if you weren’t, he’d wait and wait until you were. 

All he could do was sit and wait. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  

Halfway through your “peaceful walk,” the rage and confusion in you were too pent up. You never fully realized how much he meant to you, and now he’s gone, you don’t know if it will help or make it worse, but you at the very least deserve an explanation. 

You turn on your heels and walk right to Matt’s apartment. You’ve only been there one time when he had to grab something, but you definitely remembered it. 

Storming up the stairs in a fit of rage, ready to lay it into Matt that what he did was so wrong. You knock on his door 3 times. “Matt, I really need to talk to you.” He doesn’t see any light on inside and can’t hear anything, but you knock three more times. “Matt, if you’re in there, don’t ignore me again.” 

You sit outside for 5 more minutes before you get impatient. Pulling out your phone, you fish for his contact. Ring, ring, ring. “Y/n? What happened?” He sounds nervous. “Matt, I’m outside of your apartment. I’m guessing you’re not home.” Your voice now filled with embarrassment. You hear a sigh on the other side of the phone. “Oh, y/n, I’m outside of your aapartment. Ive been here almost two hours.” 

You can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation fully hitting you. “I’m sorry for the other day, y/n. I shouldn’t have left you like that. I-I was just scared and hearing you cry like that…” He trails off, cutting off your laugh. 

“Matt, I came here to yell at you. These past few days, I’ve just been upset and angry. I thought you hated me.” Your back is against his door, waiting for him to respond. “I can’t do this over the phone anymore. Let’s meet in the middle. Okay?” He’s more forward than he usually is, but his voice is still nervous. 

“‘Kay, see you soon!” 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  

The sun was already setting when you got there. The short 10-minute walk felt like hours this time. That’s when you see him, standing there looking around, slightly wilted flowers in his left hand, his right hand on the back of his neck. You stand there for a second before going up to him. When he turns to see you, he looks relieved, like he thought you weren’t going to be there. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I was such an ass. You didn’t deserve that. I understand if you want nothing to do with me, but I at least had to try. I’ve never done this before—“ Your arms warm around his neck, cutting his rambling off. You pull away, cupping his face. “You’re—“ before he could speak, you cut him off again, kissing him this time, taking in the moment. 

As you two deepen the kiss, somewhere in between, your bag falls to the floor, and soon after, the flowers. Through the haze of the kiss, you hear various “Go get him”s and whistles from people passing by. You two eventually pull away from each other, catching your breath. 

“You dropped this. Also, I got you these.” He hands you your bag and now semi-crushed and wilted flowers. “I had this whole thing planned where you would come home, and I would talk to you. But that clearly didn’t work out.” He smiles, a slight blush coming onto his cheeks. 

“Matt, don’t worry about it. Just don’t do that again, or I swear.” You become stern before you start laughing. “You want to get something to eat?” You turn to ask him, his face looking disappointed. “I was just gonna ask you that,” he complains, moving his arm to pull you in by your shoulder. 

“Oh, you’re lucky. I’m giving you another chance.” You lean into him, giggling and walking down the street, looking off into the sunset. 

“Trust me, I’m the luckiest man in the world.” 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:·  

a/n; hope yall enjoyed!!!! This took me so long to write bc i had HORRID writers block. Go read some of my other stuff okay bye byebye

more scienceteacher!matt x musicteacher!reader here!!

[annie-creates]

Fool me too

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1000

Note: Happy April Fool's! And Easter Monday! This day just calls for a fic like this.

You could have expected it. Should have, really. As the freezing cold water slowly seeps into your clothes being watered down from head to toe, you’re more disappointed in yourself rather than your students. They were the offsprings of pure evil after all, rotten to their very core. After the salt and sugar switched in your morning coffee, stinky mushrooms exploding in your office and poisonous vines sneakily hanging from the hallway’s ceilings, you should have known better than to step into your classroom without checking it out first.

April fools was after all a very popular concept amongst the nevers so you would be almost let down if they didn’t try to achieve some misdemeanors this week. And it was only Monday. How are you gonna get through the whole week you had no idea. Maybe it’s time to put on one of those scary armors that roam the corridors or just take a vacation. That however would be a sign of weakness and cowardice and that was foreign to you as a fellow never.

So you teach the lesson proudly in your wet clothes and at the end leave after all your students. You carefully turn every corner, looking out for any clues on their next trap. You spend the rest of your day watching over your shoulder and rather carefully tasting everything you’re about to eat or drink. You’re determined to not let them fool you even one more time, the score already being too prone in their favor. They keep teasing you a little longer and you’ll come up with a payback so severe they could never see it coming.

Clearly you weren’t observant enough tho because as you’re walking over the bridge talking with Dovey after today’s dinner, she steps on a wire that activates a mechanism which pushes you both over the edge into the muddy water. As if you weren’t soaked and humiliated enough for today, as you crawl out from the water to the small beach by the castle, a thrower full of confetti and glitter explodes over you. The laughter of your students fades as they run away, hopefully at least a little scared of your possible revenge.

You make your way into your bedroom, luckily without any other stupid pranks in your way. Your wife is already comfortably sprawled over the sofa in front of the lit fireplace and the flames dance over her face making her ginger hair shine more than usual. You sigh heavily as you close the door and she looks over at you from the book in her lap, clearly finding your state very amusing.

“Shut up.” You warn her before she can even say anything.

“I wasn’t going to laugh at you.” Leonora says but her face betrays her.

“Yeah, very funny. This is all your doing anyway.” You pester her.

“How come?” Lesso questions with her head tilted slightly to the side.

“You raised them like this. Audacious and impudent. You’re responsible for their stupid jokes.” But even you knew you couldn’t blame all the student’s effrontery on their dean.

“Why don’t you rather go clean up in the bathroom?” She offers instead.

“If YOU try to fool with me I swear to heavens I’m gonna divorce you.“ You warn your wife as you make your way to the sink.

Lucky for you, or more for her, she didn’t play any childish pranks on you and you took a long shower without her interrupting. It took a lot of effort getting all the mud and confetti off yourself and you’ll be lucky if your dress is still gonna be washable and wearable. There was still some glitter in your hair and skin you couldn’t get rid of, but it’ll have to be enough for now. When you return to the warmed-up bedroom, your wife is still sitting in the same position reading her book.

“If it’s going to make you feel better, I’m gonna threaten them all with a good long stay in the doom room tomorrow.” She proposed as she extended the blanket draped over her legs for you to sit under it next to her.

“It’s fine. I’ll just have to be more alert. It’s a good practice.” You admit, not really mad at your students anymore. “You should see my office, it’s a disaster.”

“It can’t be that bad, can it? I’m sure you won’t let them fool you again.” Leonora comforts you as she kisses your forehead.

“It’s not bad, it’s even worse. This morning they switched the sugar and salt, so my breakfast was ruined. My office stinks like a hundred years old troll and I had to spend a whole hour teaching soaking wet. I could hardly get a word out over the teeth chattering. Which I’m sure they found pretty amusing.” You explain all that happened in your horrendous day. “Mother-fucking stupid April fools.”

“Well it sure will be better tomorrow.” Lesso instinctively tries to warm you up.

“I should probably be proud of them for succeeding, but they better watch out tomorrow cause I’m coming back after them.” You admit, picking on the loose strands of the blanket.

“I’m sure it will settle down, they just got too excited for today.” She admits, if there’s anything that bores the nevers it’s repeating stuff they already succeeded in.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. I’m tasting the sugar before I put it in my coffee this week though.” You remind both yourself and her reaching out for your own book that was waiting for you on the coffee table.

You settle down next to Leonora leaning on her shoulder as you get back to reading your own unfinished book before going to bed. A cozy, calm, silent evening was what you needed right now after a day full of surprises and pranks. Little did you know she wasn’t really paying attention to the words in her book anymore, already planning her revenge on her students for tormenting her beloved wife.

[flurrys-creativity]

Panacea

Panacea - a solution for all problems

Pairing: Bang Chan (Skz) x Fem!Reader x Han Jisung (Skz) x Kim Seungmin (Skz); Genre: Fae AU, Romance, Smut, Angst; Rating: nsfw, MDNI, 18+; Warnings: Fae!Chan, Fae!Seungmin, Fae!Jisung, Human!Reader, being hunted/chased, usage of magic, supernatural powers, kissing, SMUT -> penetrative sex, unprotected sex, biting/marking, predator/prey dynamics, blood play, knife play, magic manipulation, magic play, masturbation, foursome, anal (f receiving), double penetration, manhandling, slight free use, creampie, multiple orgasms, oral (m and f receiving), slight overstimulation, suggestive flirting; Wordcount: 6.901

Collab: Thrill of the Hunt by @cultofdionysusnet (if you have time check out the others stories by all these fantastic writers)

Summary: As Chan teaches younger Fae the rules of The Hunt he had asked you to assist him. You willingly agreed but soon enough you questioned your choice as you got chased through the night by not one but two Fae.

A/N: This is the second entry for the collab! Due to some health issues (a.k.a my wrists were not functioning) it came out later than intended. Thanks to @sanjoongie for being so patient with me AND hyping me up as well as brainstorming when I got stuck! Also @potatomountain for some very intriguing ideas that got incorporated here as well! Also a slight warning: This might be intense for some.. so proceed with caution.

Gentle shaking pulled you out of your slumber. You blinked several times before your eyes finally focused on someone crouching right before your bed.

“Aren’t you adorable, babygirl”, Chan chuckled softly as he tilted his head and looked at you expectantly. He waited a moment longer for you to wake up completely.

“Is it time?” You asked and rubbed over your eyes with the palm of your hand. You sat up on your bed and swung your legs over the edge, stretching your stiff limbs.

Chan nodded, his expression turning serious all of a sudden. “Almost. Do you want me to run you through everything once more?”

You hummed quietly and leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck - careful of his dark wings - and pressing yourself against his body for some comfort.

It was strange to think a Fae, who found you wandering through their realm after you got pulled through a portal, was the source of your comfort. Yet, you depended on Chan wholeheartedly - not even considering returning to your own world.

Chan chuckled again and wrapped his own, strong arms around your middle. He kissed your temple. “You’re way too good for me, babygirl.”

You shook your head and mumbled into his shoulder: “Am not.”

He pulled you closer against his body. “Oh, you are. You’re such a blessing. Especially for agreeing to help me teach these young Fae! I know I can trust you, so not having to resort to a human I don’t know is extremely helpful.” His hands wandered down your sides, caressing you ever so gently. “There’s just one downside to this.”

“There is?” You questioned him, a tinge of nervousness washing over your being.

“You won’t be with me all the time!”

You snorted and rubbed your face further into Chan’s body, trying to hide from his cheesy-ness. “But you’ll be with me all the time, won’t you?”

“Right. Okay, babygirl, let us go through this one last time. For my own sanity, yeah?” Chan gently pushed you away from his body, ignoring your soft whining. “Tell me what you’re supposed to do.”

You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes, searching for your memories of what Chan had told you. “I’m supposed to leave the town the second I step out of the door.”

“And then what?”

“Hide and sneak around to make it as hard for your students as possible.”

Chan snickered and patted your head. “Yeah, we wouldn’t want them to have it easy. Jisung and Seungmin are both from different courts though. Do you remember what that means?”

You sighed and pursed your lips, looking at Chan with an expression that told him he didn’t need to act like you were a dumb little child. You knew that each of the three courts had different approaches when it came to humans and The Hunt.

While the court - Latha - where Chan came from saw humans somewhat as equals and treated them with respect, the other two courts didn’t have the same standards. 

A shiver ran down your back when your memories travelled to the rare occasions where you met full fledged Fae from other courts. If you added the horror stories that got murmured around in the dark, you truly got nervous about the whole ordeal again.

“Could you mark me again?” You asked and looked hopeful towards Chan, batting your eyelashes and jutting your lower lip out to make your request especially appealing to him.

Chan tilted his head and brushed some hair away from your face. “I just marked you a while ago. You can still see it.” He glanced down at your throat - a thumb brushing over the healing bite mark. “Even if it was healed, the other Fae would know you belong to me.”

“Please”, you begged him and pressed yourself closer against his body. “It gives me a sense of safety even when I can’t see you.”

He chuckled softly and nosed along your jawline, whispering sweet nothings against your skin while his hands travelled along your body. 

You shivered again - this time from the anticipation of pleasure. You tilted your head to the side, giving Chan better access to your throat. Your chest moved up and down from your trembling breaths and you barely kept your eyes open to watch him.

“Aren’t you the sweetest little human for me”, Chan mumbled and pushed you down on the mattress again, crawling right over you until his strong body captured you beneath him. His black, feathery wings added to the feeling of being caged in, some of the feathers brushing along your bare legs.

One of Chan’s hands wandered between your legs, grabbing the flesh there and pushing your thighs apart so he could slot himself between them. He rolled his hips into yours, grinning mischievously upon hearing your needy whimpers.

You didn’t need to beg much for him, sensing he was just as eager to be inside you as you. 

Chan pushed his own clothes away and ripped at the sheets that covered half of your form. With a hard thrust he pushed inside of you, keeping a relentless pace while he fucked you.

You weren’t even able to breathe properly, gasping for air like a fish out of water. All your senses got consumed by Chan’s dominating presence and you easily submitted to him, willingly doing anything he wished for. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous”, he grunted out while kissing along your neck. Chan littered your sensitive skin with licks and kisses, wanting to soothe it from the oncoming pain. 

“Please.”

Chan kissed your skin one last time before he opened his mouth, revealing his teeth. They were sharper than a normal human’s teeth. Though that didn’t make the bite less painful - just easier for him to bite through your skin.

You groaned through clenched jaws, trying to focus on the pleasure surging inside of your body that formed a knot in your lower stomach. The tingles spread further through every nerve until it consumed you completely. With an outcry you came. You barely registered how Chan helped you through your high and came soon after as well.

“As much as I’d love to stay in bed with you and cuddle you until you can’t stand my presence, we have to move.” He sighed deeply and pushed himself up. His wings ruffled nervously behind him while he helped you up too and walked you over to a small washing basin. 

Once you were cleaned up and ready to leave, you opened the door to Chan’s home. You stood on the threshold and looked outside, your heart clenching painfully at the thought of leaving your only source of comfort for who knows how long. 

Chan stepped behind you and wrapped his strong arms around your form, pulling you against his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder. “There won’t be a second where you’re alone out there. I’m with you for every step of this adventure.”

You relaxed slightly, new determination settling inside your mind. You turned around in his hold and brushed your fingertips over his face with the softest smile. “I trust you nothing bad will happen to me. I know you’ll step in.”

Chan nodded along. His eyes implored yours yet again, trying to find a hint of discomfort in them but as you were set on helping him, he found none. With yet another sigh Chan kissed you one last time before he let you go.

You straightened your shoulders and followed the path, which led you out of town. At the first cross section you decided to head towards the forests, hoping underneath its canopy you’d find more than enough hidden spots when you had to rest.

You jumped in surprise when a large raven cawed above your head. Its shadow rushed over your figure as it circled you several times. 

You bit on your lower lip, trying to suppress the grin spreading on your face. “So he’s already shadowing me”, you mumbled before you picked up your pace again. 

Soon enough you vanished between the trees, following the path deeper into the thick forest until the sunshine nearly vanished completely. You turned around your own axis, making sure you’ve gone far enough, before you left the road and carefully moved through the bushes.

You dug underneath low hanging branches and climbed over protruding roots. Every now and then you saw Chan’s raven flying from one tree to another, its dark gleaming eyes intently following your every move.

The first night came and went by with nothing happening. Just like several more nights. 

And it made you nervous.

You knew you were being hunted but so far you hadn’t noticed any sign of your pursuers. Except for Chan’s raven, who followed you everywhere.

On your fifth day of running and hiding you finally approached a clearing in the middle of the forest. Before you tried to stay away from them, fearing you’d be easily spotted from the air but you needed something that only grew there.

With careful steps you walked closer to the sunlit area. Your eyes darted around nervously and your ears were strained beyond comparison, just to make sure you’d hear even the smallest sound. You looked around over and over again, halting every three steps until you finally reached a patch full of clover.

You leaned down in slow motion, eyes still darting around the area. Only when your hands touched the soft ground did your focus shift on the clover beneath you. Hurriedly you brushed your fingers through them, searching for a four-leaved one. 

Unbeknownst to you, you already got watched - not just from Chan’s raven.

Seungmin sat on top of a large branch of an nearing tree, using his glamour to merge with his surroundings. He actually had no interest in The Hunt nor in humans in general. It annoyed him being forced to learn the ways of The Hunt and participate in a mock one. Yet when he observed you, his interest peaked.

You cheered quietly and held a four-leaved clover up in the air, squinting your eyes against the bright sky. You hoped one would be enough for the trick Chan told you about. Ever so quietly you mumbled your thanks, knowing how peculiar Fae were about nature and how you interacted with it. You lowered your arm again and stared at the clover in your hand for a second longer before you squashed it between your fingers.

Seungmin stiffened, his eyes narrowing as he watched you rub the green paste across your eyelids now.

You blinked several times, getting used to the feeling of the smashed clover on your eyelids. Slowly you turned your head and took your surroundings in once more. Your eyes widened in surprise when you saw the dryads - half tree, half Fae watching you with great interest. 

While they meant no harm for you, it still felt unsettling knowing you’ve been running around the forest for days without having seen them before just now.

A movement at the corner of your vision caught your attention and your head snapped into the direction, seeing a Fae standing atop a tree and staring at you with narrowed eyes.

You jumped up without looking away, fearing the second you’d lose eye contact you’d be captured in an instant. Only when you reached the edge of the forest again, you turned on your heels and rushed away. While it was wishful thinking the thick canopy would keep the Fae away, you still hoped it helped your case.

Seungmin silently watched you disappear between the trees. He pursed his lips in amusement, thinking The Hunt - even a mock one - might be more interesting than he thought.

You ran until you couldn’t anymore, crashing down on the forest ground. Your body heaved for oxygen, trembling like a leaf in the wind. Your ears rang loudly and your mind felt fuzzy from the sudden exercise. 

With your last strength you pulled your body to a protruding root, half crawling underneath it in hopes of staying hidden until you regained some of your strength again. You breathed deeply and closed your eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of being watched. You wanted to tell yourself it was only Chan’s raven that watched you but the second you used the paste you just knew you felt more than one pair of eyes on your form.

Once you opened your eyes again a lot of time must have passed. The sun wasn’t up anymore - the limited light within the forest was gone now that it seemed to be the middle of the night. Even though there should be moonlight, it wasn’t strong enough to shine through the thick canopy.

To your surprise though you noticed a bluish glow to your side. You pushed yourself up into a crouching position, slowly looking over the large root you hid behind.

Your mouth formed a natural o upon seeing the blue glowing orb floating in the middle of the forest. You looked around, trying to see anything in the dark despite the orb.

At the back of your mind you remembered Chan calling them Devas. At least you thought them to be that since Will O’Wisps usually appear around water and not in the middle of forests. Either way these ethereal beings guided humans through dangerous areas, aiding them in need.

You finally stood up completely. While you still looked around warily, something inside of you begged you to follow the orb, hoping they would guide you to Chan who you missed dearly.

Whenever you came closer to the Devas they disappeared into thin air, only to reappear a little further down - naturally guiding you through the dark forest.

Soon enough you heard the soft splashing of water ahead of you. Getting closer to what seemed to be another clearing with a small creek running through it, you slowed down again. The Devas danced around the clearing, beckoning you to step out as well.

Yet, you stayed behind a tree. You scanned the area slowly. If it had been Chan guiding you there, he wouldn’t have hidden from your sight. A shiver ran down your spine as the fear of having run straight into a trap crawled over your skin.

“You don’t seem as dumb as I thought a human to be.”

You nearly yelped from the sudden voice behind you, if you hadn’t slapped your hand over your mouth. Your heart raced inside your ribcage and you turned around almost mechanically until your gaze met the shadowy figure of the same Fae from earlier.

“Still dumb”, he said - eyeing you from head to toe and back again - “but not as dumb as what I heard humans to be.” He gracefully walked around you, his gaze never leaving your form.

Somehow you felt naked under his watchful eyes despite wearing several layers of clothes. You pressed yourself against the bark of the tree. So far you couldn’t tell from which court this Fae was, making it difficult for you to calculate your next move.

“Why don’t we have a chat over something to drink?”

“I neither drink nor eat what a Fae offers me.”

His eyes widened in surprise, before he composed himself again with a chuckle. “Chan taught you well, I see.” He shook his head and stepped away from you, walking onto the clearing and into the moonlight. “Of course he wouldn’t make it easy for us.”

You watched him silently. His translucent wings were folded on his back, slightly shimmering in the blue light of the moon. He didn’t appear threatening and you wondered what exactly his goal was with him talking so casually.

“I assume you haven’t met Ji yet.” He turned back to you, his eyes taking in your reaction closely. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be that calm around me.”

“So you’re from Ciaradh.”

His eyes twinkled in delight before he bowed exaggeratingly. “You can call me Min. At your service.”

You narrowed your eyes and scoffed playfully. “If you’d truly be at my service you would have told me your whole name.”

He laughed out and placed his hands behind his back, tilting his head as he stared at you. “You know quite a lot about our species for a human.”

Feeling bold, you stepped out from behind the tree and followed the Fae onto the clearing. “I should be upset about you mocking my species but I do get why you’d think all humans would be horrendously stupid.” Your eyes widened momentarily as you thought back to your time amongst humans - the stupidity unfathomable.

Seungmin walked around you, his movements almost resembling steps of an intricate dance. He kept you talking, listening intently to every word you said. While you lacked the grace of a Fae you didn’t trample around the area like a newborn troll - much like lots of other humans had done before.

Even though he didn’t have much experience with humans, not until he had reached a specific age to get one on his own, Seungmin had observed them and the Fae responsible - mostly the Fae responsible, which made him question why they’d go through such a hassle of dealing with almost primitive beings.

You followed him further onto the clearing, unconsciously mindful where you stepped. Somehow you imitated his movements, joining him in the silent dance. Entranced by his hidden curiosity you forgot about The Hunt, your movements pulling you closer and closer towards him.

The Devas floated around the clearing themselves, making the situation even more dreamlike than it already felt. Your eyes searched his own, trying to figure out his intentions but to no avail.

“How did you end up in Chan’s care?” Seungmin asked, getting closer to you. If he’d outstretched his arms he’d be able to grab you and pull you in but the fact you willingly got closer yourself made his heart soar from excitement. He didn’t use a lot of magic, guessing you’d pick that up easily from having lived with Chan for quite some time, but he used enough to pull you further into his enchantment.

You laughed in embarrassment and turned your head away, trying to hide it from the Fae. “I wanted to be beautiful”, you sighed and shook your head from your own naivete. “There was a rumour about a stream in Scotland. If you’d keep your face under water for seven seconds you’d be graced with ethereal beauty from the Fae.”

Seungmin stopped in his movements, watching you silently as you turned back to him. A hidden sadness danced in your eyes. “I slipped when I wanted to try it and fell into the stream, getting pulled through a portal into your realm.”

“Why would you try it? You are beautiful.” You were close enough now for him to brush the back of his fingers over your heated skin. Seungmin noticed how your breath hitched but you didn’t make any attempts to bolt otherwise. Quite the opposite in fact - you leaned into his touch, even closing your eyes.

“Thank you”, you whispered almost inaudibly. “It’s nice to hear that.”

Seungmin cupped your cheek and moved your head until you properly faced him. “It sounds like you’re not believing me.”

You giggled softly and shook your head. “No, I do believe you. After all, a Fae can’t lie.”

Seungmin scoffed but failed to hide his own amusement, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. He leaned down to your face, his breath fanning over your skin. His eyes darted from yours down to your lips and back up again. 

Another few heartbeats passed until he finally pressed his soft lips against your own. Your eyes fluttered close as you melted into his touch. You felt one of his arms snake around your middle, keeping you stable while his hand still cupped your face and held you in place for him to explore the kiss.

You couldn’t indulge in the kiss as an earth shattering scream filled the clearing and a supernatural force pushed you away from Seungmin.

While Seungmin caught himself with the help of his wings, you stumbled backwards until you landed on your behind. Your eyes searched the area until they landed on a figure engulfed in shadows hovering above the clearing.

His wings - that resembled wings of a moth - slowly brought him down to the surface of the earth. With one last dramatic movement of his wings, he tugged them behind his back and glared at Seungmin. “I want a duel with you!”

Seungmin sighed deeply and crossed his arms in front of his chest, letting his head hang so his eyes got covered by strands of hair. “Ji, you know full well I never agree to duel you.”

As the two Fae argued with each other, the earlier enchantment on you slowly faded again and you realised the situation you found yourself in. You were still in the middle of The Hunt and right now you betrayed Chan by making it way too easy for both his students.

You scrambled back to your feet and dashed away from the Fae, ignoring the sense of deja vu overcoming you. 

The second Jisung noticed how you bolted, he dropped his argument with Seungmin and rushed past him, following you as quickly as possible. He had to fold his wings the second he reached the edge of the forest as well, not wanting to tear them apart on some of the low hanging branches.

You heard the maniac snickering close behind you and the sense of deja vu you had just a second ago vanished. With trepidation you realised what it meant to be hunted by a Fae of the Oidhche court. They hunted for pleasure, hunted for fun. Humans were nothing but playthings in their eyes.

The blood in your veins froze when you heard him sing-song behind you, calling out for you in a sickly sweet voice.

A scream tore its way through your lips as you lost your footing and rolled down a hill, dry leaves and twigs churning underneath your weight. You barely got on your knees when a cold hand grabbed your ankle and pulled you down again, pinning you under a body.

“Got you”, he breathed down your neck, making the small hairs stand on edge. 

You tried fighting his weight, writhing underneath him. All you needed to do was reach the iron ring you kept in your pouch, all you needed was a second of distraction for you to flee again, all you needed was to get away from him so you wouldn’t disappoint Chan.

At that moment you heard the caw of a raven nearby. Your desperation grew even more but when the weight of you shifted, it only did so to spin you around and on your back.

Jisung straddled you again, staring down at you with wide, crazy eyes. “You’re quite pretty for a human”, he whistled through his teeth. His eyes slowly raked over your body, he nodded appreciatively along what he saw. “I can get what Chan sees in you.”

You writhed underneath him again, trying to push him off but roots that seemingly appeared out of nowhere wrapped around your wrists and pinned them down above your head.

“Ah, ah, ah, little human. Don’t make me mad now.” Jisung laughed as he grabbed behind his back and pulled a blade into your view.

Your eyes widened and panic scorched through your whole body. “You can’t do that”, you whispered, feeling your heart pounding violently inside your chest. Your mind screamed for Chan, begged for him to appear and push this Fae off of you. Your mind begged for Chan to save you but nothing happened.

Jisung leaned down, whispering some unintelligible nonsense as his blade cut through your clothes and revealed more of your bare skin. 

“You can’t hurt me”, you tried again, fighting against your restraints and his weight. You stilled just as quickly as you tried to escape when he pressed the sharp edge of the blade against your chest.

“Who said I’d hurt you?” He tilted his head and looked at you, appearing almost innocent with his wide, dark eyes and puffy cheeks.

You ignored his question and glared at him. The thought of Chan coming to your rescue, fueling your spite. “I am marked. For I belong to Chan. So you can’t harm me unless you want to face his wrath.”

Jisung blinked several times, simply staring down at you. “I wonder which will get you killed faster - your loyalty or your stubbornness.”

You swallowed harshly, about to retort something when he pressed the blade into your skin. The sting of the cut made you hiss and your eyes widened from the shock he actually cut you. “You hurt me!”

“Did I?” He laughed crazily as he leaned down and licked over the thin cut on your skin, collecting the droplet of blood. 

A gasp escaped your lips. With horror you realised something else mixed with your shock, something more primal and needy.

Jisung noticed the shift in your eyes. His grin widened and he immediately ripped your clothes apart, leaving you completely bare beneath him.

Your breath hitched as the cool night air brushed over your exposed skin. You involuntarily trembled and your nipples hardened while your eyes followed his moves intently.

He traced invisible patterns along your skin, cutting you every now and then with a soft giggle. Jisung grew bolder upon hearing your needy whimpers, making deeper cuts that drew actual lines of blood.

You gasped from the pain but your back arched nonetheless, wanting to receive more. At the edge of your consciousness you heard the caw of the raven again. As you tilted your head to the side you noticed Chan standing there with wide eyes. You moaned from another cut on your skin and your eyes fluttered from the pleasure coursing inside of you.

Chan stopped in his movements. He saw his student cut you up and appeared to stop him from hurting you further. So it came with quite the surprise to hear you moan so lustfully in the middle of the woods. Chan swallowed loudly, feeling how his own length hardened inside his pants.

You opened your eyes again, seeing how Chan had pulled out his dick. He slowly pumped himself as he watched you from the sidelines. You bit on your lower lip, another wave of pleasure burning through your body. You wanted more, you wanted him to touch you too. “Please”, you begged breathlessly.

A chuckle from the other side caught your attention and you turned your head around, seeing Seungmin leaning against a tree just a few feet away from you. He watched you with a tilted head, smirking when your eyes met. “Guess I joined the party just in time.”

You couldn’t help yourself but moan at the thought of having three Fae pleasuring you at the same time.

“Is that the reason why you keep that human around?” Jisung trailed his knife down to your core, pressing the cool blade against your clit and watching you twitch helplessly from the stimulation. He glanced at Chan, who only looked at you, completely forgetting about his two students as he zoned in on your expression and exposed body. 

“It seems like there aren’t as many downsides to owning a human as I thought”, Seungmin hummed as he pushed himself from the tree and walked closer as well. “Could a mere human be the solution to all problems between the courts?”

You looked up at him, not entirely able to understand his words. Instead your focus moved to his extremely tight pants, letting you imagine the hard cock trapped in its confinements. 

Jisung’s eyes switched from Seungmin to Chan and then down to you. While he caught you and wanted to take you himself, a curiosity - sparked by Seungmin’s question - coursed through his mind. 

Would a human even be able to handle all of them at once?

He turned his attention to Seungmin, his eyes narrowed to a glare. “The one who cums first loses the duel.”

Seungmin raised one eyebrow, amusement playing all over his features. He curled his lips knowingly. “Deal.”

You watched him move his hands and murmur something under his breath. Magic circles appeared around your body, glowing mysteriously and lifting you up into the air - resulting in Jisung falling down on his behind and cursing at Seungmin.

Jisung quickly got back on his feet and stepped closer to you, just like Seungmin did. They didn’t entirely focus on your naked form, half glaring at each other and trying to figure out ways to best one another.

The tension thickened and you were sure you’d easily cut it with a knife. It heightened your senses and spiked your arousal. 

Ever so slowly you turned your head again, looking at Chan through half lidded eyes. He still stood on the same spot as before, silently jerking himself off. His movements appeared calculated, as if he tried to drag on his high. 

Your eyes were trained on his thick cock, noting how hard it looked, how the tip already leaked glistening pre cum and how Chan squeezed himself at the base before moving up again. A whine ripped out of your throat, feeling needy and impatient.

A sudden slap to your tit made you jolt in the air. Reluctantly you brought your attention back to the other two Fae. You struggled to see past the glowing circle around your middle but you felt their intense stares on your skin. 

Jisung pushed your legs apart, his eyes immediately drawn to your heat. He licked over his lips and raised the hand with the knife to your thigh. A groan escaped his throat when he saw you clench around nothing the second he drew the blade along your skin. “Fuck”, he breathed out, forcing himself to look at your face, “you’re really down bad for this.” He moved the blade to your clit and slapped it with small motions.

You barely heard his delighted laughter as your body involuntarily jerked from the sensation, making you all fuzzy inside your head. Air got stuck in your throat when you felt the cool tip of the knife protruding into your hole.

“If you hurt her, Chan will rip your head off”, Seungmin murmured towards Jisung. Despite his warning, he couldn’t help his own sensation of arousal coursing through his body. He palmed himself through his pants, watching for a moment longer.

“I covered the blade with a spell”, Jisung told him snarkily, pushing the knife further into you. “Unless I pull the magic away, this weapon won’t cut her.”

You clamped down around the blade, the coolness of the metal making your body react on its own. You arched your back and threw your head back, the desire consuming you whole.

Seungmin grunted something under his breath before he moved to your head. His hands gently caressed your skin, tweaking your nipple on their way down to your throat. He grabbed your neck with one hand, holding you in place.

Unable to move your head, you were forced to watch him undo his pants, pulling them away until his dick sprung free. He grabbed the base and shuffled in front of you until his cock perfectly aligned with your lips. Seungmin tapped against your mouth, smearing his precum all over your lips. He used some pressure on the base of your skull, forcing you to open your mouth.

You garbled around his shaft, involuntarily swallowing and choking on it in the process. Tears sprung to your eyes and you helplessly raised your hands to his thighs, searching for some sort of leverage. 

Despite your struggles, Seungmin continued to push his dick into your wet mouth, thrusting into you without a second thought. 

You tried to relax your jaw, tried to breathe shallowly through your nose. Still, you gagged every time he hit the back of your throat. Saliva and tears dripped down your face. Yet, you still wanted more - needed more. You clawed at his thighs, pulling him closer.

At the same time Jisung used the slick of your pussy to cover his fingers and length. He was about to pull his knife out, when Chan interrupted his movements.

You hadn’t even noticed how he had come closer to you. You barely even saw how he had grabbed onto Jisung’s wrist. “You can fuck any opening but her pussy”, Chan growled from deep within his chest, “that one belongs to only me.”

The lust and desire coming from him hit you like a tidal wave, making you whine for him even more.

Jisung huffed, trying to hide his pout but nodded nonetheless. While he knew Chan was from a court he himself considered as soft and weak, Jisung knew better than to fight Chan.

Therefore Jisung kept the knife inside your head and started to play around the rim of your ass.

You exhaled with a shiver upon feeling his fingers protrude, stretching you until he deemed it enough. You cried out around Seungmin’s dick when Jisung pushed his cock into your ass. The foreign feeling had you writhing before the pleasure hit you.

Chan grabbed one of your hands and moved it away from Seungmin’s thighs. He cupped your hand and wrapped it around his shaft, guiding your movements to jerk him off.

Both Jisung and Seungmin fucked into you with a relentless pace. They followed their needs up until they remembered the duel.

All of a sudden they pulled away from you at the same time, panting heavily and staring at your body with wide eyes. Their magic started to waver as they concentrated on keeping themselves from releasing.

Chan caught you before the magic circles holding you in the air vanished and with a flick of his wrist he threw the knife away into the dark before the protecting spell would disappear. “You’re doing so good, babygirl”, he whispered into your ear, cradling you to his body. Chan kissed your temple and wiped over your face with his thumbs. 

You whined softly and hid your face in the crook of his neck. You felt the knot inside your body - the tightness keeping you on edge. Your hands already found their way to Chan’s cock, wrapping the fingers around the shaft and pumping it eagerly.

“Always so needy”, Chan snickered and pressed you against his chest so you were unable to move at all. He turned his gaze to Jisung and Seungmin, silently noting they were still hard. “Your duel isn’t over yet. Not until there is a clear winner or the both of you agree on a truce.”

“I’ll never agree to that!” Jisung spat immediately, shooting daggers with his eyes towards the other Fae.

Seungmin sighed exasperatedly. “I do refuse to lose to such a hot headed fool.”

Chan nodded shortly, accepting their stances on the matter. He looked down at you, trying to hide his grin from your desperate wiggles in his hold. “Babygirl, we’re trying something new today.” 

With that he lowered himself on the ground, sitting cross legged with you on his lap. You tilted your head in curiosity, receiving one more kiss on the tip of your nose, before Chan grabbed your sides and turned you upside down.

You yelped out in surprise, followed by a short laugh. This position - with your legs over his shoulders, your pussy right in front of his face and your face aligned with his dick - was foreign and you felt how the blood slowly but surely moved to your head. 

“Tap my side twice if it becomes too much”, Chan instructed you.

His breath fanned over your wet folds, making you shiver in delight already. You couldn’t hold your desires back any longer, needing it to take over your body again. 

Chan cursed when your lips latched onto his dick, sucking him into your mouth. For a moment he relished in the feeling. He held you tightly, groaning from the sensation you gave him.

After a while Chan beckoned the other two Fae to step closer. “You can share her ass”, he told them matter of factly, “the pussy is still mine.” With that he latched his lips onto your clit, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive nub while pressing his big nose into your folds.

You moaned around his dick, your body jolting from the pleasure. For a second you stiffened as you felt fingers playing around the rim of your ass again, stretching your hole and pushing in and out off beat to each other. You could only imagine both Fae having their fingers inside of you, refusing to fuck you the same way like the other. 

“She’s loving this”, Chan grunted against your folds, “her body is crying out for more.”

You whined and desperately tried wiggling your ass, agreeing with Chan’s words. You were so close to your release but you needed an extra push now.

You gasped upon feeling both Fae pushing their dicks into your ass at the same time. They held onto your legs now, grunting as they descended down on you.

Jisung immediately started scratching your leg, marking it in dozens of red lines before starting his own rhythm to fuck your behind.

Seungmin’s pace contrasted with him. It was slower and with more intention. His hands caressed your skin, appearing almost like soft little tickles.

You gagged around Chan’s dick, the sensation of being so full - so filled with pleasure and brought to the edge so quickly - made you cum instantly. Your whole body spasmed while your vision blacked out. Your head spun, fuzzy and light, as if you were on the verge of passing out. 

The boys continued to fuck into you, getting you through your orgasm and continuing even afterwards. They ignored your garbled sounds and your whining, knowing if you truly wanted them to stop you’d tap Chan’s side - but you didn’t. 

You felt another high approaching from the way they used you for their own pleasure. You cried out again. The force of the second orgasm ripped through you like a tsunami.

This time the Faes came as well. The way your muscles squeezed them so tightly, neither of them could hold back.

Chan shot his load down your throat, cursing against your clit as he still held you tightly.

At the same time Jisung and Seungmin came inside your ass, shooting ropes and ropes of cum into you and painting your inside white.

Once they stepped back from you, Chan carefully turned you in his arms, holding you now in bridal style. He brushed strands of hair out of your face, admiring your fucked out form.

You hummed softly, focusing on simply breathing after such an intense orgasm. You felt how Jisung and Seungmin’s cum trickled out of your ass. You had your eyes closed, yet you felt the stares of all three Fae on your body. 

“You’re so beautiful”, Seungmin whispered and Han agreed with a hum.

“I can’t wait for a real Hunt with my own human now.”

Chan chuckled softly as he gently nosed along your throat and jaw. “You learned how to hunt and how to claim a human - in theory - since I won’t let anyone claim my baby girl.” He kissed your temple and then looked up at the two Fae. “What about your duel though?”

Seungmin and Jisung eyed each other - one even shrugging his shoulders. “Technically your human came first”, Seungmin mumbled, avoiding eye contact with Chan.

Jisung quickly agreed. “So your human lost the duel and that’s it.”

You scoffed and turned in Chan’s hold, moving away from his two students and hiding your face in his chest. “I didn’t even agree to join any duel”, you grumbled.

Chan caressed your hair and whispered a few praises into your ear. After a moment he dismissed Jisung and Seungmin, accepting their decision on the result. 

Technically he couldn’t care less about their little feud. The only thought on Chan’s mind was having you all to himself again after six painstakingly long days of not being near you at all. 

“You’re too good to be true.”

“Am not.”

“Yes, you are”, Chan chuckled and kissed your temple again. “Let me get you home and show you how good - no, how perfect - you actually are.”

You giggled softly and hit his chest. “You just want to fuck me again without your students present.” You turned in his hold and cupped his face. “I never thought you’d be the sharing type anyway.”

Chan’s eyes darkened. Without a warning he pushed three fingers into your cunt and cupped your clit, pressing down on it with his palm until you squirmed in his hold. “That needy pussy belongs to me”, he growled again, “I’ll never share that with another being.”

You cursed under your breath, the arousal crashing into you with full force again, as if it never left to begin with. You pictured Chan fucking you on the forest floor from behind like the needy bitch you felt like at the moment. But that image quickly changed when Chan spoke up again.

“Hold on tight, love.” He smirked down at you. “Flying might not be the only high you get on our way home.”

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[soramainsmash]

(Disclaimers: this is just fan fiction, this suppose to be the alternative universe where Oscar joined the Beacon Academy earlier, and I'm crazy about RoseGarden as they're my most favorite ship. By the way, I'm a bad writer.)

Chapter 2: The Accident

The sunrises.

Oscar yawned.

Oscar packing his sleeping bag.

Oscar grabbed his school uniform and opened the bathroom door.

And he accidentally saw Ruby cover in bikini.

Oscar shocked.

Ruby shocked.

They both screamed.

Weiss appears at the front door bedroom.

Weiss: Ruby! What happened!?

Oscar is running away from the Weiss.

Oscar shouted, "I'm sorry," over time.

Jaune opened the door.

Jaune: Uh... Did I hear someone just scream?

Weiss: Jaune, why don't you talk to Oscar, and I'll go talk to Ruby?

Jaune: The new student?

Weiss: No, the peeping Tom.

Jaune dropped his jaw.

Weiss: Of course, the new student, silly!

Jaune: Oh, okay.

Pyrrha: What is going on?

Jaune: Uh... you guys go on ahead, and I'll catch up.

Pyrrha: Sure. No problem.

Jaune walked away.

Ruby blushing in embarrassment walks out of the bathroom in school uniform.

Weiss crossing her arms.

Ruby: Oh, morning Weiss...

Weiss: Ruby, can we talk?

Ruby: Um... sure?

Oscar covers his face in embarrassment sitting on the floor.

Jaune: Hey, uh... you're Oscar, right?

Oscar: Yeah. That's me.

Jaune: So, you want to talk about what you saw to Ruby?

Oscar blushes hard.

Oscar: No. I don't want to talk about it. Please, leave me alone.

Ruby: Weiss, can we just get to the class already!?

Weiss: No, cause you need to listen! Oscar did see you by accident, am I right?

Ruby: Well, yeah, but!

Weiss: No "but". Look, Oscar is just the child he only likes, what? 13? He is only 2 years younger than you. So, congratulations, you're no longer the youngest student in this academy.

Oscar: Ruby is 15!?

Jaune: She is the youngest student until you show up. You must be the pretty strong guy for your own age.

Oscar: I'm not that strong. It's just that... Professor Ozpin chose me.

Jaune: For what reason?

Oscar: I don't know.

Ruby: I've never seen him fight. I never saw his weapon either.

Weiss: I'm sure we'll see him fight along with his weapon. Just give him the chance, Ruby. You'll never know how can he do.

Ruby: What if he can't fight like Jaune? We'll end up having to protect him.

Weiss: Then teach him.

Ruby blushes.

Ruby: What!? Why!?

Jaune: Have you ever fought before?

Oscar: Not really.

Jaune: Figured. I've never fought either when I first got here.

Oscar looks at Jaune.

Jaune: I thought I was the big failure, but Ruby stood up for me. She actually supported me. And that's makes me feel happy. She likes the little sister to me.

Oscar smiled.

Weiss: Because, Ruby. You fight like the professional. You always have such a big show-off. So, what do you say?

Ruby is silent.

Weiss looking at Ruby.

Ruby deep breath.

Ruby: Alright, I'll teach him.

Weiss: Then, it's settled.

Weiss walking away.

Weiss: Come on, Ruby. We don't want to be late class. Do we?

Ruby: Nope.

Ruby starts walking with Weiss.

Oscar: Thank you.

Jaune: No problem, little guy.

Jaune stands up.

Jaune: Let's go for the class, shall we?

Oscar: Yeah.

Meanwhile...

Roman walking in front of the table smoking the cigar while Neo is sitting on the chair drinking tea.

Roman sighed.

Roman: Now, what to do? We steal so much dust, and Cinder still wants more! This lady is getting on my nerves!

Neo is looking at Roman.

Roman: What more could she possibly want?

Roman's phone is ringing.

Roman frustration sighed.

Roman: I bet it's her.

Roman call.

Roman: Hello?

The mystery man: Is this Roman Torchwick?

Roman: Who is this?

Dr. Merlot: I am Dr. Merlot. I was once a friend of Ozpin.

Roman: The professor at the Beacon?

Dr. Merlot: Correct. Do you know anything the Grimm?

Roman looks at Neo, and Neo nods.

Roman: I'm listening.

End of Chapter 2.

Story written by SoraMainSmash.

Originally created by Mount Oum. (1981-2015)

[charliedawn]

The Squib Witch part 4:

Author’s notes: A Harry Potter fanfiction. With an OC who is an ADULT and modifications of my own. It does NOT follow the original story. The original story belongs to J.K. Rowling. It deals with war trauma and the aftermath of the Wizarding Wars. Thank you. 😄👍

The next day, Severus went about his day as usual, brewing potions and teaching students who dared to speak out of turn. His thoughts however, often strayed to Miss Pacino throughout the day. He recalled the sight of her on the broom, her face filled with determination yet clearly weighed down by her struggles.

He then scolded himself for being so distracted.

He didn’t have the time to worry about Miss Pacino. He had enough problems as it was.

That night however, he somehow instantly knew where she would be. Severus found himself walking towards the Quidditch training grounds, his long robes swishing behind him. He knew that, by this time of night, she would likely be there. And he was right. As he approached the training grounds he saw her, perched on a broom, attempting to fly once again. She was jumping in the air desperately—her eyes riveted towards the sky.

Severus watched from the shadows as she continued her futile attempts to fly.

He observed her determined expression and how her eyes were fixated on the sky, as if trying to will herself to take flight. Yet, despite her dedication, she was making no progress. He knew that she was trying hard, that she knew her case was most probably a lost cause, but here she was: trying her best nonetheless.

He should say something, stop her before she hurt herself, but he was captivated by her perseverance. She tried to jump in the air once more and after a few more tries, Severus noticed droplets falling down her face. At this point, he couldn’t tell if they were tears or drops of sweat from her efforts. He stayed in the shadows, watching her silently for a while longer before finally stepping out of the darkness.

"Didn’t I tell you that practice was forbidden after dark, Miss Pacino ?" he called out in his usual monotone voice. She didn’t expect to hear his voice and as a result, fell to the ground once more. Severus with a highly unimpressed expression watched as she fell to the ground.

He walked towards her, his robes billowing behind him as if they were two black wings ready to take flight and taunt her.

"Are you alright, Miss Pacino?" he asked nonetheless. Her face was flat against the ground and she took a second to look up at him. Her nose was red and her face had dirt on it. She sighed.

"Yeah…"

Severus looked down at her, his eyes lingering on her disheveled appearance. He was tempted to scold her for her recklessness and foolishness, but a part of him was impressed by her unwavering determination. He shook his head. Nonsense. Whatever determination she possessed didn’t matter. She was just a reckless student with a lot of issues and he had to put an end to her repeated broom incidents…

"You really should stop these foolish attempts," he said, his voice stern as he stood before her. She was panting from exertion as she clumsily stood back up.

"…Never. I know it’s there. I want to find my magic. I want to feel it and use it. I didn’t spend all my education at Hogwarts not to be able to use it at least once."

Severus narrowed his eyes at your stubborn determination. He admired your tenacity, but it was now bordering on obsession.

"You’re getting yourself hurt in the process," he commented, his voice stern yet showing a hint of concern. "It’s not going to accomplish anything if you don’t even know what is blocking your magic in the first place."

She huffed.

"I know that but…where could I possibly find the answers I seek ?" She sighed in defeat. At this point, she had read every single book on the subject and tried everything she could to unlock her magic…Severus frowned as she expressed her frustration. He understood her desire for answers, but he also knew that this was a complex issue that wouldn’t be solved by jumping in the air and hoping for the best.

"The answers don’t have the habit of just popping out of nowhere," he chastised her, his voice a bit sharper. "You are wasting your energy, running around on your broom until you break a bone."

She chuckled and addressed him a cheeky grin.

"At least I know you will be there to heal me up, right sir ?"

Severus crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at her comment. Was she really being insolent at a time like this ? And what did she expect from him exactly ? For him to drop everything and come to her aid whenever her brainless self would require it ?

"Do not mistake my duty as a professor as some form of personal invitation for you to endanger yourself," he said coolly, a hint of irritation in his voice.

Her smile widened.

"Danger finds me." She quipped back.

Severus let out a small huff of frustration at her response, though he could not help but be slightly entertained by her complete lack of self-preservation.

"Perhaps it does," he conceded. "But it seems you are also quite skilled at looking for it."

She laughed.

"Touché, professor. Touché."

Severus felt a small twitch of a smile at the corner of his lip as she laughed. But, he quickly schooled his features and cleared his throat.

"Regardless," he continued. "You need to cease this foolishness. You'll only end up hurting yourself further."

Al looked up at him with widened eyes in surprise and couldn’t help wondering if maybe…

"Are you worried about me, sir ?" She grinned.

Severus felt a pang of irritation at her words, but quickly tried to hide it by looking away promptly.

"Hardly," he scoffed. "I am merely fulfilling my duties as a teacher, making sure you do not end up in the hospital wing."

Her grin faltered into a small disappointed smile. She should have expected it. But still…

"Ah. I see. I apologise for the inconvenience then."

Severus looked at her disheartened smile and felt a strange pang in his chest. It was…unusual. He quickly composed himself and glared at her instead.

"Your sarcasm is not necessary, Miss Pacino," he replied, his voice growing firm and authoritative. "Nor is your blatant disregard for your own safety."

She glared right back at him.

"It wasn’t sarcasm."

Severus observed her expression, trying to gauge the sincerity in her words. He was not used to students apologizing, especially for something as simple as getting injured. He sighed and uncrossed his arms, his tone less rigid now. "Regardless, you need to take better care of yourself. Continuing to throw yourself off that fool’s toy will do you no good."

She sighed. He was right of course…But. She looked up at the sky wishfully.

"I just…I would like to know what it feels like to fly. Just once. Just…" She didn’t finish.

Severus followed her gaze as she looked up at the sky. He was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. He knew what she meant. Flying was a freedom like no other. Feeling the wind and the power of being high in the air...there was nothing quite like it. He used to enjoy it. Once. Before becoming a teacher. Before the wars. Before losing Lily…

"It is a unique experience," he confirmed, his voice a quiet whisper at the recollection. "A feeling of liberation to soar through the air with the wind in your hair...But pushing yourself like this, only to continuously fail. It will bring you nothing but disappointment and more pain."

She closed her eyes and raised her arms on either side of her—as if preparing for take off.

"…Just once, professor. Just once I would like to feel the air soaring around me as I fly."

Severus looked at her for a moment, his expression torn between sternness and understanding. He knew that her desire to fly was genuine, but he also understood the futility of her efforts. She was nothing but a…

He looked away.

A squib.

He sighed, his voice firm as he seethed—desiring to break her hope-ridden dreams before it was too late. "And what exactly do you expect me to do, Miss Pacino ? Wave my wand and magically fix the problem ? Fix you ?"

She was surprised to hear such mocking words from him all of a sudden. She thought that he understood. Her jaw twitched in annoyance and she took a deep breath.

"Why is it that you seem so hellbent on meddling with my life, Professor Snape ?" She asked with a frown.

Severus raised an eyebrow at her sudden irritation, his expression growing stern again.

"I am not 'meddling' in your life, Miss Pacino," he replied, his voice cold and firm. "I am merely trying to prevent you from further injuring yourself with these foolish attempts at flight. And as your professor, it is my duty to ensure the safety and well-being of my students."

She huffed mockingly and crossed her arms over her chest.

"And yet, you smile whenever a student fails. Your eyes lit up with mirth when you see someone fall. You find some sort of sadistic pleasure in the way you teach and the way you inspire fear into other people’s hearts. So tell me…why do you keep coming back to me ? Always me. To tell me that my enterprise is bound to failure ? To torture me ? Have I not already served my sentence during all those years ? Do you wish to finish me off ? Is that it ? Are you my executioner ?"

Severus froze. Her words hit a nerve. He was not expecting her to bring up his methods of teaching and his own personal demons so suddenly. For a moment, he was speechless. His mind whirled with different responses, but nothing seemed right.

Finally, he managed to find his voice again, but his tone was low and tense.

"You presume a lot, Miss Pacino," he seethed, his dark eyes fixed on her with a quiet rage brewing in them. "And you know nothing of my motivations."

She frowned and felt guilty about talking to him the way she did, but it was too late. And it was his own fault for poking at her insecurities and making her doubt herself.

"And what do you expect me to do then, professor ? Give up ? Admit that I will never be able to find my magic ?" She looked up at him challengingly.

Severus clenched his jaw, his expression firm and unreadable. She was beginning to get on his last nerve. But her words were also making him uncomfortable, hitting him in a way he didn't expect.

"I expect you to stop this foolishness," he replied shortly. "You are wasting your time, and quite frankly, mine as well."

She gritted her teeth and glared at him.

"Never…I will never give up. I will keep trying and trying. And if it displeases you to watch, sir ? Then I invite you to look away."

She then took her broom and started running and jumping again—not caring about him watching her.

Severus watched as she stormed off in frustration, a mixture of anger and irritation overwhelming him. He clenched his fists, his jaw twitching and his eyes were glaring daggers at that ridiculous show she was offering…He wanted to tell her to stop—but he knew it didn’t matter. She wouldn’t listen anyway. Instead, he stood there, watching silently as she leaped up on her broom and launched herself in the air again—only to fall once more.

He needed to break her foolish hopes.

She kept trying and trying…until she finally seemed to stay up in the air. Her eyes widened in shock and were suddenly full of irrepressible joy. She looked back at Severus to make sure he was seeing it as well, but her expression immediately crestfallen and disappointment took over as she realised that the professor had his wand drawn out towards her. She felt a knot in her throat. He was the one who was holding her up in the air…

Severus saw the excitement in her eyes as she thought she had finally managed to stay up in the air. That face of pure unadulterated joy made him almost want to let her have this moment…this hope. But then, he watched her look back at him, he saw the disappointment flash across her face as she realised he was the one who had cast the spell to keep her up. And he felt a pang of regret in his chest…

His face remained expressionless however as he lowered his wand, causing her to fall again. She fell to the ground and laid down on the grass—motionless. Severus slowly walked up to her and looked down with that sort of all-knowing condescension so typical of him.

His voice was tight when he spoke, his tone bitter and condescending. "Are you satisfied now, Miss Pacino ? Did your brief moment in the air bring you any closer to solving the issue at hand ? Or have you just wasted your energy and my time ?"

She felt the knot in her throat worsen at his merciless words and her eyes watered.

"…The others were right. You are cruel."

And with that last sentence, she stood up and walked away to get back to her common room in a hurry. Severus watched as she ran away, her expression filled with anger and disappointment. His stomach twisted at her words. Cruel. It was a word that he had heard many times before, but somehow it stung even more coming from her.

He stayed silent. She was right. He was cruel.

Dumbledore had been a fool to think Severus could ever be anything other than the cold and condescending human being that he was…Severus couldn’t be sensitive, and he certainly didn’t have the patience to deal with other people’s feelings or problems.

Severus Snape was, is and would forever remain Severus Snape.

[mephinomaly]

[TL] PYSCHOBREAK/Chapter 7

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Time: That day, in the middle of the night.

Location: In a dream after taking sleeping medication

Rei: Fumu.

Seems I have safely made my way into the world of dream once more.

Rei: Hmmhmm ~...♪

Rei: There is old me, walking along bursting with confidence. He seems well.

Nay, rather I am attempting to shake off my sorrow by acting tough. How pitiful.

This is… This is the truth, I am drifting overseas.

I am away from my home, troubled, full of grief, searching for something entertaining.

You won’t find your bluebird of happiness like this, young me.

Anyhow. According to the AIIE experiment manual, if you can remember the keyword before entering a dream state—

It is possible for one to interfere with the dream state you are in, or rather, interfere with yourself.

However, I do not have the freedom to move as a video game character would.

Though it is multides better than simply standing on the sidelines.

I am no longer a silent reader.

I am alive.

Location: Livehouse

Koga: ♪~♪~♪~

~...♪

Rei: —Yo~, Rei Sakuma-chan has returned.

Koga: Sakuma-senpai.

You- uh, I um uhhh.

Rei: W-what’s up? Your whole body’s twitchin’, you comin’ down with somethin’...?

Haha. You’re a weird kid, Wanko.

Koga: S-shut up… Don’t talk to me.

I was tryin’ really hard to stop myself from huggin’ you and goin' “waaha! Sakuma-senpai! WooOO!”

Rei: C’mon, no need to hold back. Good boy～♪

Koga: …eH!?

Rei: Goo~d boy, good good boy… You were lonely without me, weren’t ya? Sorry, Wanko.

Haha. When I was younger, I used t’hug my lonely little bro like this all the time.

Koga: ...! ...! ...!

G-get off me… You’re someone who everyone admires ‘n shines from afar, you don’t hafta be nice t’me.

I’ll get you dirty.

Rei: What are you talkin’ about, stuuupid. I can hug who I want when I want, yeah?

That was a real sad story, wasn't it?

Koga: ...?

Rei: Anyway. This sort of sixth sense—Nah, more like a weird feelin’ that told me I hadta hurry back home.

So I came back as quick as I could. So, what’s happenin’?

Were you able t’exterminate those “vampires”?

Well, it’s kind of my job but ya know.

Koga: Uh, nothin’s really changed…

They quietened down for a bit but then when you left, they startin’ actin’ all crazy again.

Now they’re still non-stop complainin’. It’s fuckin’ annoyin’.

But don’t worry about it. Hasumi-senpai’s is usin’ the Student Council to put school rules into place, ‘n creatin’ an environment where people don’t turn t’do shit like that.

But if you ask me, I don’t really get it. Don’t think shit like that is gonna make a difference.

Rei: Right. Just ‘cos you put a sign up doesn’t mean anyone’s gonna read it. It’s like an annoyin’ little fly at most.

Koga: At the moment, not even a magic card could change anythin’.

Rei: Magic card? What are you on about?

Koga: Uh, um, it’s uh. I like card games. That’s all.

Rei: Yeah? Is it fun? Next time you got some free time, teach me how to play ♪

I’ve been so fuckin’ bored lately, I’ll take anythin’ at this point.

Koga: That’s not… Sakuma-senpai, please do something. Glasses is way out of his depth.

Rei: “Way out of his depth”? Haha, wish that was true.

He’s got a long way t’go. Even if he ain’t enough on his own, until he can be my playmate again—.

Koga: ...?

[ ☆ ]

Chapter 6

Chapter 8

[randomalistic]

MMMMM i just watched corpse bride and frankenweenie back to back . (Corpse bride was better .) their main characters are literally the same guy and they’re and both named victor LMAOO

SPOILERS. BY THE WAY.

In frankenweenie I’m a little disappointed that they did a fakeout death for sparky instead of having the Actually impactful message of “sometimes things are only here for a little bit, and then they’re gone” that THEY WERE SETTING UP BY THE WAY. THEY LITERALLY SAID THAT LINE. But OKAY I GUESS. !!!!!!!☹️ THEY HAD TO GIVE IT A HAPPY DISNEY ENDING !!!! But Yeah Duh it still made me cry because I thought it was gonna be more impactful than it actually was LOL and then at the last minute they’re like SIKE THE DOG IS GONNA LIVE FOREVER. Whatever. it was still cute. But like… missed potential man…. Just let the dog rest he’s literally falling apart the poor thang.

Worst part of the movie /LH they made the dogs kiss at the end. I’m so mad at this children’s movie for being light hearted and happy how could they (but also. What if they made it better. Kids movies can be deep and impactful. You know. Ok I’m done hating on the ending I swear ok haha. ……. )

OK FINEEE but I still enjoyed it, the science teacher Mr. Rzykruski was Actually the best part and I loved him so much. He was SO PASSIONATE about teaching his students, he just had a very Intense way of expressing it. But he is such a good person and a truly great teacher . I’m SO fucking mad at the town for getting him fired. THE TOWN LITERALLY DOES NOT DESERVE HIM. Maybe he’s the one that was only here for a little while and then he was gone …. The part where he spoke to Victor about how his experiments must be made with love and passion before he left . that was honestly the most genuine part of the whole film. I’m so glad they were able to depict that..

But erm yeah the ending was a bunch of weird frankencreatures the other Bitch Ass Kids made and they all fought and it was a little bit of a forced Kids Movie Climax but that’s ok. It’s ok. I swear I enjoyed this movie. I’m complaining because I care about it.

Holy shit corpse bride on the other hand they LET HER FUCKING DIEEEEEEE THEY DID IT RIGHT THEY DID IT THE RIGHT WAYYY OH MY GODDDDD THEY LET EMILY PASS ON AND IT WAS BEAUTIFUL AND IMPACTFUL AND PERFECT. THE BUTTERFLY MOTIF HELLO??? Aham … Anyways.!!

Corpse bride surprised me a lot, I was expecting it to be gloomy the whole time BUT NO THATS ONLY THE LAND OF THE LIVING. THE LAND OF THE DEAD WAS SO FUCKING FUN I LOVE HOW VIBRANT AND SILLY AND GHOULISH IT WAS I LOVED THE SKELETONS I LOVED THE WITCHES IT WAS ALL SO SILLY!!!!!! incredible. Emily looks so ethereal when her gown flies through the wind those shots of her were like genuinely breathtaking. AND THIS WAS MADE 18 YEARS AGO! Ugh this movie is so good.

How could I not mention the music until now what is wrong with me the main melody is so beautiful and ITS GOOD ITS GOOD OK ITS GREAT. GREAT MUSIC

The character designs for everyone in the living realm are Fucking Insane in the best way possible. You just have to watch it okay please trust me.

They stretched out the pastor’s features as much as they could get away with . I don’t think he could get any longer and pointier

Anyways yeah great characters Amazing visuals and colors what the HELL!!!??. ALSO THE SKELEONS. The skeletons are the best skeletons I’ve ever seen maybe. these are Top Tier Goofy Skeletons. If you want something silly and fun and spooky watch this movie NOW!!!!!!!!????

THEY HAD GOOFY SILLY DANCE NUMBER WITH BONE SKELETON MUSIC YOU ARE GOONG TO LOSE YOUR MIND OVER THIS. Maybe The perfect Halloween Movie. (I am 11 days late)

Oh also The main villain was a little weak and I saw the foreshadowing coming from a mile away lmao but That’s Ok I think movies are allowed to have a silly goofy evil villain with 0 motives sometimes 💙 like why did he even show up to the wedding at the start . How was he planning all this. Am I stupid

Anyways they LET HER BE SO AWESOME. IM SO GLAD THEY LET HER BE AWESOME BECAUSE THIS WAS 2005 AND THEY EASILY COULD HAVE MADE HER WEAK BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!! I really liked Victoria as well I love how much she didn’t give a fuck about her abusive ass family. Yeah!!!! break out!!! Play the piano!! BE AS IMPROPER AND SCANDALOUS AS YOU CAN!!!! and Victor is a little pathetic at first. but in an endearing way. Awesome movie it’s actually a must watch imo .

Anyways yeah 🥹I enjoyed both movies and I think it’s very cute how frankenweenie was inspired by corpse bride so much . (This movie also had a dead skeleton dog lol) But yeah corpse bride is better Sorry💙 I might also rewatch nightmare before christmush. But closer to christmas .. ehee…

Also don’t even get me started on paranorman I think I maybe already talked about it since I saw it earlier this year but. Holy shitttttt……… please watch that too it’s genuinely fantastic and it doesn’t hold back. It WILL surprise you. and make you cry. I NEED MORE MOVIES THAT WILL SURPRISE ME. GOD PLEASE!!!!! I NEED IT!!!!!!!!

[thoughtsaladblog]

5 Simple Rules for 2025

Ok girlie, let's get this shit right.

Rule #1: Your students are NOT your friends.

Honestly speaking it should go without saying but since you already fucked that shit up- let's get it right from now on. 16 year olds CANNOT be your friends- no matter how close they are to you. So stop trying to make it into a friendship. It won't become one- at least not now... Maybe somewhere down the line you meet them as adults, reconnect or whatever and become friends, but right now there's no chance of them being your friends.

So it's time to establish some distance, and be the friendly adult they need in their lives, whom they can turn to for advice- but not their friend. I think this will save you a lot of heartache in the coming year- it might be a lonelier year (if that's even possible) but emotionally a more peaceful one.

And if you're thinking- what about Deane and them? Umm.. As fun and "my vibe" as he is, he's still not able to be your friend. Coz, if you really think about it at some point each of them let you down. Except for Bhanu, all three of the others let you down. So evidently, you're right to think that you can't really maintain the level of friendship expected at your age from a group of teenagers. It just ain't happening, so grow the fuck up!

Rule #2: Go out and find actual adult friends.

I get it, its easier said than done. But maybe it's time to take a risk. You've been playing it safe- taking sensible decisions for a long time now, worrying about the money and not living life. Maybe we take a risk now? Maybe you actually give up teaching this year and transition back into the corporate world? If not Marketing then maybe HR? Or something?

Yes, it's scary because what if it doesn't work? You have nothing to fall back on right? Well that's why you need to save up for the next six months and not spend outside of your immediate necessities and then maybe take that risk and go into corporate. You will get to meet new people, and regain your social life and feel a small sense of confidence or whatever. And you'll stop feeling like an idiot in conversations because you'll finally be in the bloody loop- and. ore importantly, you'll stop feeling so sad and left out and whatnot coz you have to watch your adult friend and your student "friends" have a life while you're not included in either. Honestly... I can't believe you've been hanging on to this friend idea with a bunch of kids for so long. Go get a life already!

Rule #3: God at the forefront at all times!

This really should be rule number one- but the other two rules came before simply for dramatic effect- given that this post comes on the heels of yet another conversation with Dinuth in which you were left to feel like shit, and left to contemplate the dynamics of that friendship and if you even are his friend- which he clearly said you no longer were, back on November 12th.

But focus. God first. Guuurl, honestly?! Who has always ALWAYS been by your side, held you up and carried you through fires and storms? Who fought your damn battles bitch? How could you forget the God that loved you when no one else would? Who died for you when others couldn't even return your text? I mean, I get it. Your sinful life leaves you in the kind of shame that makes you believe you're not deserving of God's love- but who is??? And regardless, He loves you anyway, dumbass. So maybe just love Him back? In your own, fucked up and broken way, just love Him back. And you already know He'll send ARMIES to fight your battles. You already know He's out there working miracles to get you the life He believes you deserve.

Also, ummm Hell ain't no joke bitch, and you're heading there. Get your shit together!

Rule #4: Fix your fucking health.

Ummm... yeah it's been a minute. Your whole "I don't have time for my health" is no longer cool. You're a bloody idiot. All the things you enjoy doing will have to stop. No hiking, no dancing- none of that. You can sit at home and struggle to walk or get basic shit done. Cough out half a lung and never wear heels again. Doesn't sound like fun right? And remember how you don't want to live till you're too old to do shit on your own so you don't have to feel like a burden or feel dependent? Well you will be all of those before you even grow old.

So please, take a minute and just like you decided to do with your finances- do this with your health too. Get your shit together. Drink your sugar meds- control your sugar; workout and eat healthy and TAKE YOUR FUCKING MEDICINES!

Oh also- get a normal sleep schedule for fuck's sake. You're too fucking old to be sleeping at 5.00 am and waking at 9.30 and expect to function like a normal human being.

Rule #5: Take time off!

Life's short. That's really all there is to it. What's the use in working as hard as you do if at the end of the day you haven't had time to actually LIVE life? You can't do the tings that you wanted to do when you were young when you're too old to walk. So fuck social expectations and I dunno men, just travel solo, reduce a few classes and go out, join a book club or something. Maybe join the rifle club- get your damn license and do some shit for yourself. Or just every now and then take a day off to go chill at a hotel. Whatever it is- do it for yourself. Despite what you think about yourself and how much you loathe yourself, you've gone through hell and back and it's time you understood that you deserve a few good things. And if no one is willing to give it to you- then give it to yourself.

And there you have it sis- 5 simple rules. Let's not overcomplicate our New Year Resolutions. Just these 5 and I think a lot of what you lost out on this year will be found.

Also, umm for fuck's sake- move on from Dowaan and Anushka. You made some bad judgement calls with those two "best friends" ok? Can't help and you can't undo it. If they decided to cut you out with no explanation it's time you accepted that the problem isn't you but rather in the two fucking adults who don't understand the simple concept of communication. So do yourself this one BIG favour and MOVE THE FUCK ON!!

Bohoth Shukria!

[deusexlachina]

STEMquisition Part 14: Bind myself into the service of a higher power to gain knowledge

In which I fulfill the duty of a scientist, by drinking unknown fluids to learn about the world. And I fail to restrain myself from cracking cheap jokes about student debt.

Solas asks me if the mark has changed my personality in some way, to make me...oh, I don't know...cooler? More awesome? Because my people are savage creatures whose ferocity is held in check only by the rigid teachings of the Qun, which me and my family do not follow.

This is his way of saying I'm cool. Somehow, I managed to get +75 Approval with this guy. Yeah, this is his high approval scene. The least racist he can possibly be against My Guys is thinking I must have been magically changed into something smarter and better. I suggest he might have been a bit misinformed. He doesn't change his underlying views, but it's nice to have an egg on my side, because Morrigan has pointed us towards Corypheus' next target - an ancient elven temple, where he plans to enter the Fade and become a god. Again. It didn't work the first time, but this time for sure.

This will be a large, high-stakes battle, so my advisors spend a montage devising their strategy. They do this by playing with miniatures on a tabletop for several minutes. And that's just the montage length. Implicitly, they were playing tabletop games for much longer. I'm starting to realize why Cullen's tactics are so out-of-touch, and it's not just the fact that he's going through lyrium withdrawal.

Leliana, now Inspired, sends forth messenger ravens and looks very spooky indeed.

Her spies interfere with enemy movements by stealthily walking up to the enemy camp and stealthily setting fire to their tents.

And Josephine...uh, she does diplomacy. That's hard to convey in a montage, but she's writing furiously. This is some really serious diplomacy going on here.

The battle is now underway. A massive army of red templars clashes with our massive army of Chevaliers, plus a few mages from the mages. Fortunately, I studied the power of time magic and also wasted a bunch of time in the Hissing Wastes (oh! is that why it's called that?), so I managed to make Solas a special coat with Lurker Scales that make him faster when he's invisible, which, because he has the Ring of Doubt, is as much as I please. So he just kind of runs past everything.

But Samson and his goofy grin have beat us to the temple! Oh yeah. Bite that lip, hotboy.

Worse, Samson is with Corypheus himself. The only thing holding him back is the army of ancient elves, called Sentinels, and magical traps. He boasts that the elves will "witness death at the hands of a new god," by which he presumably means his own death at his own hands by immediately walking straight into a magical trap.

But he had a backup plan! He retreats into the body of a nearby Grey Warden...wait, what? Why was there a Grey Warden here? The least stupid explanation is that Samson was just lugging around a Grey Warden corpse the whole way as life insurance. "Boss got himself fried again! Go into the icebox and pull out another spare Warden, will ya?"

He summons his dragon, but we defeat them by slamming the door on them.

Having thwarted this ancient darkspawn with tactics worthy of squabbling five-year-olds, we then proceed further into the temple, which is guarded by obnoxious floor puzzles.

I think to myself, "you know, this isn't half as bad as I remember," and then I encounter three more floor puzzles, each of which is more obnoxious than the last. I triumphantly complete one of them, only to learn that there was another part of the same puzzle in another area. Frustrated, I ask Solas to just tell me the answer. I follow his instructions, which he pretends he just came up with, and the ground lights up. So I declare everything is lit.

The Sentinels intercept me, but recognize that I am...unlike the other invaders, who have no respect for the elven gods and/or floor puzzles.

We ally with the Sentinels, who decide we need to destroy the Well of Sorrows to stop Samson drinking it and gaining all the knowledge inside. But Morrigan also wants to do that, so she turns into a bird and races ahead. We run to the Well and intercept Samson, who I defeat with the power of science.

With his armour - the source of his power - destroyed, he's...still pretty powerful? And, actually, it looks like his armour is still very much there. Both the metal bits and the spikes of red lyrium. But I have a gun, and my party has two bars of Focus abilities, so he still goes out like a light.

The Sentinels explain that the Well of Sorrows is full of all the knowledge of the ancient elves. It gives vast knowledge, but at a terrible price. So, really, it's just like University. Anyway, I know elven now.

[prismatranslates-cue]

Chisa [The Princess' Incredibly Busy Day] Part 2

Previously: Part 1

Kirika: Okay, I understand the situation.

Chisa: Kirika-sensei, please help teach them.

Kirika: Firstly, I cannot abide the three of you disrespecting the sanctity of the lesson studio. You know food isn’t allowed in here. Do you see what a mess you’ve made?

Kirika: The three of you will clean this up. 10 laps around the room with dust cloths.

Yuuki: Okee!

Chisa: Why on earth are you so eager?

Yuzuha: I’ll go get a vacuum cleaner.

Chisa: No you will not. You’re doing this manually.

Kirika: Now then, Eniwa-san?

Airi: Yes!

Kirika: To confirm, your high school phys ed test consists of assessing your ability to perform a somersault? That’s all?

Airi: Yes. Each student has to do 3 in a row.

Kirika: Why don’t you go ahead and make them layouts, then?

Airi: I-I don’t think I even could…

Kirika: It would be a lot more impressive.

Airi: A-are we really doing this…?!

Kirika: It never hurts to raise the bar a little.

Yuuki: So true!

Chisa: Again, why are you the one taking point?

Chisa: Anyway, Kirika-sensei. That sounds lovely, but I must remind you the test is tomorrow. There’s no time, maybe we should focus on just getting her up to par?

Kirika: Oh, but this is such a wonderful learning opportunity. I’d like to get as much out of it as possible.

Chisa: I’ll leave it to you, then.

Kirika: I didn’t come all the way out here in the middle of the night just to do things halfway, so you three better not expect me to let up!

Chisa: Good luck, you three.

Chisa leaves.

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Chisa: It’s been almost 3 hours…are they still not done?

Chisa: Maybe getting Kirika-sensei involved was a bit overboard? I hope everything’s alright…

Wham

Yuuki: Chisa!

Chisa: Can you at least knock?! What’s the matter?

Yuuki: Airi’s in big trouble. Come quick!

Chisa: Huh?! What do you mean, big trouble?!

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Airi: Hah! Hup!

Kirika: Sigh…No good. Try again.

Chisa: What’s going on here?

Yuuki: We spent so long trying to get Airi to pull off a somersault, but she just couldn’t. Even Kirika-sensei hit her limit.

Airi: Hah, hup! How was that, Kirika-sensei?!

Chisa: Well she certainly seems more confident about these. Oh, Manager, you’re here too?

Manager: I only meant to watch for a little bit and then be on my way, but I think I missed my chance to leave…

Kirika: …Eniwa-san. Let’s try changing how you’re approaching this.

Airi: What do you mean?

Kirika: Perhaps we should accept that you are not quite able to perform a proper somersault. Then, if you do not attempt it, you cannot fail to perform it, yes? Airi: I see…

Kirika: In short, you must instead act like you’ve done the somersault. Well enough that it convinces everyone else.

Chisa: How is she supposed to…?

Kirika: As a seiyuu, your greatest weapons are your voice and your power of imagination. That’s what all our lessons are for, isn’t that right?

Airi: Huh…yeah…

Kirika: Picture it in your head, and then act it out with your voice.

Manager: Will that really work?

Yuuki: It’s worth a shot! Yeah! Imagination Somersault!

Yuzuha: I think it sounds cool!

Manager: …Seriously?

Kirika: Go on, Eniwa-san!

Airi: …Here goes.

Airi: Hah! Ryaaa! Hup!

Kirika: …Well done. You pass.

Airi: Yayyyy!

Manager: …What just happened?

Kirika: That was a seiyuu’s rendition of a somersault. An excellent one at that. Eniwa-san put all her power into it.

Kirika: I’m sure this will suffice for tomorrow. Good work, have a good night.

Chisa: Oh, you too, Kirika-sensei! Sorry again for bothering you so late…

Door closes

Airi: I think I really pictured myself doing it just now!

Yuuki: I guess tomorrow will be all clear as long as you move your body a little!.

Yuzuha: Even just walking should be fine, no?

Chisa: (Well, it’s better than nothing.)

Chisa: I’ll head back to my room then, I’ve got things to tidy up. I’ll leave the rest here to you, Manager.

Manager: Hm? Oh, sure…I guess I won’t be going home for a while longer…

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Chisa: Voice-acting a somersault because you can’t actually physically do one…

Chisa: Heh. Eheheh, hahaha! Oh, goodness, come on, Akagawa, get a grip.

Wham

Yuuki: Chisa!

Chisa: I thought I told you to knock!

Yuuki: Airi’s hurt!

Chisa: What?! How?! Did she try to do a somersault again?!

Yuuki: No, she just tripped on the stairs.

Chisa: Hey, are you okay? Here, let me see.

Airi: Owowowow. My knee…

Chisa: Oh, it doesn’t look too bad. You just grazed it a little. Come sit here.

Chisa: You did work hard today, it’s no surprise you’re a little tired. Alright, here comes a bandage.

Airi: You’re so nice, Chisa-chan…you’re just like my mom.

Chisa: Next time, don’t leave all your preparations until the night before the test, okay?

Airi: Ouch! Owowow…

Chisa: Alright, good luck tomorrow!

Fin.

[votestaynight2]

9th Day- RAIN (Scene 9)

"――――――――" I'm sure I'll regret it if I lie to myself and keep going.

Where the responsibility lies, existence of good and evil. Losing Sakura will weigh more heavily on me than either of those things. …I don't even need to think about it. I just want to protect Sakura, that's all.

"―――Yeah. It's a matter of course to protect the girl you like. Even I know that, Ilya." "Right? I'm your ally because you're that kind of person."

Ilya smiles delightedly. "――――――――" Her innocence encourages me. …I don't know if this is the right choice or not. But I do know I won't regret it.

"I'm sorry, Ilya. I have to get going." "Yeah. I'll forgive you since you have that expression. Let's meet again, Shirou." "Yeah. See ya, Ilya. And thank you."

I leave the park. I start running to the church as if to shake off my doubts.

「――――――――」 …My answer's determined. I don't know how much Sakura supported me after my father died.

The girl I tried to see as just another fellow student. I kept on deceiving myself because I wanted her to stay by my side. But such deception will no longer work.

―――Emiya Shirou does not want to lose Matou Sakura. That's all. If I can't think things through, I'll just have to trust in the only definite feeling I have.

…But within my determination… 'If you are to protect just one person――'

…I can't shake off Archer's premonitory words.

Rain starts. The winter rain mercilessly shoots down at me as I run.

Interlude 9-2

…Dragging sounds. These sounds are familiar. They are the sounds of crawling worms.

"――――――――" This place is familiar as well. The dark, damp, secret room. An underground mausoleum. This green room is the first room given to her after she was adopted by the Matou family.

"――――――――" A lone figure stands in the center of the room. …It may not be human, but its appearance is that of a human. This figure called for her, commanding her to fight in Matou Shinji's place.

"――――――――" She was prepared for this. At the very least, she accepted the possibility up until two days ago. But now her determination is gone. Once she discovered that Emiya Shirou is a Master, her will to fight left her.

She visited the Emiya household to keep watch over him. But Emiya Shirou did not have the aptitude to become a Master, and he had no knowledge of the Holy Grail War. That fact became clear at once. Thus, there was never a reason to keep watch over him. She stayed as his underclassman, using the role of keeping watch over him as an excuse.

She had an optimistic view that there would be no need to fight him. Although she knew her true identity may be revealed at some point, she never dreamed that they would end up fighting one another. So―――how did it come to this?

"…Grandfather. Do all Masters need to be killed?"

She knows what the old man's reply is going to be. She knows, but she can only ask. But… "Well. You can keep one or two as playthings, if you like. All I want is their Servants. After stealing them, you may turn the Masters into your toys or puppets." The old man's answer is not what she expected.

"――――――――What…?"

"Do you not understand? I said there is no need to kill all the Masters. We will eliminate those that are dangerous to keep alive, but those who will not be obstacles can be spared. It is the wish of my cute granddaughter, so I shall be a bit flexible, even if this is our greatest desire."

Hearing his words, she lowers her guard a bit. …The old man becomes strangely kind sometimes. When teaching her the family's magic, he is an inhuman monster, as cruel as a beast. But sometimes, when they are talking, he becomes just a good-natured old man.

"……"

But she cannot be deceived. She does not know if this is a whim or a calculated act of kindness. Moreover, she knows she will end up fighting him if she agrees. Even if she does not have to kill him, just having to fight him is bad enough.

"Is that still not enough? …My, you are a troubling one. That cowardice will prevent you from ever obtaining what you desire. Look, this is a good opportunity. If you want something, take it by force. Sakura. How long do you plan to remain a mere watcher? Reach out and claim your desire. You have the power and the right."

"……"

She does not answer. First of all, there is nothing she wants. She admires him, but she would never expect him to accept her.

She is impure. She is not suited for him. So someone more appropriate should stand next to him. All she wanted was to be by his side until that time came. It'll all be ruined if she wishes for anything more. …Not only her… He, too, will come to a bad end.

"…Grandfather. I cannot fight. I will give Rider to Nii-san."

She speaks with a trembling voice, prepared for re-education. She knows what awaits her for disobeying him. The fear of being thrown to the worms, of losing one's sensation, is something one can never get used to. The longest she was able to keep her sanity was two hours. She almost goes crazy, thinking that she will have to endure many times that, no, at worst until the Holy Grail War ends.

"……"

Her body trembles. Fear of punishment makes her want to scream. …But it is not the pain that she fears. All she fears is… …That when the pain becomes unbearable, she will do as he commands.

"………Hm. It cannot be helped, I suppose. I cannot force you and lose my valuable successor. I shall remain an observer as well in this war."

"――――――――"

She gasps. She does not know how serious he is, but he has accepted her excuse. The trembling goes away, replaced by a warm sense of relief.

―――But into that defenseless mind… "But it is a bit disappointing. Looking at all the Masters in this war, the daughter of Tohsaka is looking pretty good. The unlikely might happen if luck favors her." …Enters the old man's disappointed voice.

"――――Nee-san is?"

Evil enters at that time. She knows it intuitively. Nee-san will certainly win. She is that kind of a person. She obtains everything she wants and passes through as if it's natural. …Nee-san will take everything she wants without even a glance towards her, the one standing in place. Then――――Nee-san will win.

"――――――――"

Her body turns cold as ice. …She doesn't care about that. She's used to it. She's used to it. She's used to it. ―――She's used to such treatment.

Nee-san will take it all. Nee-san is going to eliminate everything, the pain she went through, the bright future ahead of her, and the only person she can rely on――――

"――――――――"

…The ground wavers beneath her. The words make her dizzy and nauseous. …Her chest is hurting. Something unpleasant assails her. …As if a needle is in her chest.

…It has started raining. The chilly winter rain mercilessly beats against the gutters.

"―――――――" She slowly opens her eyes. …It seems she was dreaming about what happened a few days ago. She is sleeping on an operating table in a room made of stone. In front of her is a black priest she has never seen before.

"You are finally awake. Do I need to explain to you what is going on, Matou Sakura?" "………No. It's my body. I know all about it." She answers simply. She does not focus on him, but on the sound of the rain against the walls.

"All right. Then get changed quickly. Tohsaka Rin and Emiya Shirou are waiting in the next room. We have to explain your situation to them. You cannot run after that if you are naked, right?" "……Are you going to let me run away?" "That is your decision. I merely helped you. It is not for me to plan your actions for you. Well, it was a waste for me to save you if you die. I do want you to remain until the very end, though."

"…Why is that?" "It is more fun that way. Tohsaka Rin and Emiya Shirou will suffer more if you live. It is delightful the more sufferers there are." The priest turns his back after he answers. The priest will go to the chapel now. He does not look back at her, hugging her knees on the operating table.

"Well. Will they kill you, or will they let you live? You may wait here if you are interested in their decision. Though it does not look it, this building has a flimsy structure. For some reason, you can hear all the conversation going on in the chapel." He smiles and leaves.

"……Senpai. What should I do?" She embraces her knees. The quiet weeping is drowned out by the sound of rain.

End of Interlude

―――I open the door. Tohsaka is already here, standing in the corner of the chapel. She's not sitting down but standing there, and I can see her determination. She has the cold face of a magus, saying Sakura will be her enemy if the crest worm isn't removed.

"……" Tohsaka doesn't look at me, and I have nothing to say to her either. ―――The sound of rain echoes inside the chapel. How long has it been?

"The operation is complete. There is nothing more I can do." Breaking the deep silence, Kotomine Kirei appears.

"Eh――――hey, Kirei. What happened to your Magic Crest?" "Hm, you can tell? As you can see, I used all of it on Matou Sakura's treatment." "―――Y-You used it all?" Tohsaka is astonished.

"……?" I don't get it. All I can tell is that something happened to Kotomine's Magic Crest, and Tohsaka is surprised about it.

"D-Do you understand? We're talking about a Magic Crest here! Why does something you built up for generations go away in just a few hours…!?"

"It could not be helped. The Crest I received from my father is not permanent, like the one you have. It is a consumption type that goes away the more I use it. We have never been a family of magi to begin with. You can think of it as a lower-rank Command Spell."

"――――Then you really…" "Yes. I've used up all of it for the treatment. It was the extraction of an eleven-year old pus. It should not be surprising that it took all of my remaining Crest."

"――――――――" …We both gasp. The priest is saying he used all of his Magic Crest to treat Sakura. Tohsaka's expression tells me how valuable the compensation was. Kotomine threw away all of his fortune for Sakura.

"…Kotomine." "What? Do not tell me it's troubling for you. You two are the ones who told me to save her. I merely answered your wish."

"Oh… no. It's not troubling at all. …Um, thank you." "Do not thank me. You will take it back later anyway." "――――Take it back later…?" Does that mean――――

"So, how's Sakura? You did that much, so――――"

"She escaped death, but it is just temporary. I was able to remove most of the crest worm, but some parts were buried too deeply to be removed. Some of it has eaten into the nerves. I can extract it all if I remove her heart, but that will kill Sakura as well."

"All I could do was to remove the crest worm that did not metabolize with her nerves, decreasing her pain and the pressure from Zouken. Her life should have ended tonight, but I prolonged it on a whim. Well, it will all be vain effort if the worm in her nerves start moving again."

"Wha――――then Sakura is…" "It means nothing has changed. She will have no problem living normally, but Zouken can easily drive her berserk. That old man can force her to fight, whether she wants to or not. In short, she is a bomb with a lit fuse."

"――――――――" I'd be lying if I said I'm not agitated. But I'm not surprised or puzzled. I've made my decision already. I chose to be on Sakura's side, no matter what happens, no matter what state she's in.

"I see. Then there's only one thing left to do. I'm sorry for making you use you Crest."

Tohsaka starts to walk. I instantly understand what she's going to do. "Hey, stop, Tohsaka…!" I grab Tohsaka's hand and stop her.

"What? Talk to me later." "What are you saying? Are you planning to kill Sakura?" "Hey, it's something that has to be done. Didn't you come here, prepared for that?"

"I'm not prepared for such a thing. I came back for Sakura. If you're going to kill her, then I'll stop you." "――――!"

"Then what are you going to do…!? Look, Sakura can't live unless she fights as a Master. She has to absorb other people's magical energy to survive…! Don't you see how this will end!? Killing her here is for her own good…!"

"…No way! Why are you jumping to conclusions when she hasn't done anything yet!"

"How could I not? If this were just about Sakura, there'd be hope. But it's not, is it? That damn old man holds her life, and she's his puppet as long as he lives. Do you think he's ever going to let her go?" "――――That's…"

"See, you understand. Zouken will never give her a moment's peace. …Then… If she's going to go through endless torment with no hope of escape, all we can do is kill her here and minimize the number of victims. Sakura and all the people Sakura will kill would be saved."

"Unlike you, I can't endanger everyone while clinging to a forlorn hope. The weakness to delay your decision is going to hurt her even more." "――――――――"

Tohsaka's right. It's not that death itself is salvation, but if our goal is to save people, her solution is the best. Any other idea would just be a selfish mistake.

Ten people will die if we don't do anything. But if we can save nine by sacrificing one, then―――― ―――That's… The reality I have always tried to deny, but have known deep within my heart to be true.

"――――No. You're mistaken." "Emiya… kun?" "I won't let there be any victims. You're the weak one, jumping to conclusions before even trying."

"D-Don't kid me…! Do you know what that means!? Save Sakura? What does that mean!? Are you going to save both her and the people she's going to kill!? Don't make me laugh! You can't do such a thing alone…!"

"――――No, I can't. But I'm going to protect Sakura. I'll think about what the result may be starting now."

"―――! I see, then you're my enemy. …Let go of me. Or you're going to be blown away." "――――Go ahead. But Tohsaka, don't think everything will go your way."

…Our hands tighten on each other. Mine is from tension. Tohsaka's is―――well, I want to believe hers is because of tension too. It's give-and-take, but we can't back down because we both have things we believe in and――――

"What the…!?" "What…!?" Outside the chapel. We hear the sound from the next room and exchange looks.

"Did you hear that, Emiya-kun…?" "――――A window broke. And after that…"

"Running footsteps. The only ways out of here are through this chapel or the back door. What is she doing, breaking the window to go outside? …Oh, I see. Most windows here have fixed fittings. She had to break it to get out. For someone who's still recovering, she's pretty violent."

"Recovering――――do you mean Sakura!?" "Who else? From the room she was in, you can somehow hear everything said in the chapel. I am sure she fled when she heard you discuss killing her."

"Wha-" "Forgive me. It is a structural defect." "Don't lie, you fake priest…! I'm sure it's intentional!"

Tohsaka shakes off my hand and starts running. She runs not to the room, but to the door leading outside.

"Tohsaka――――!" "We'll talk later! Finding Sakura comes first! Geez, where is she going to go in her condition…!?" She quickly opens the door and runs outside. Tohsaka goes into the rain without an umbrella.

"――――!" I don't have any time to lose either. I don't know where Sakura went, but she can't be left by herself now――――!

"Wait. I do not mind if you plan to search for Matou Sakura, but there is something I forgot to tell you." "――――What? I don't have time for one of your long speeches…!" "Do not say that. This is important. I will be troubled if I do not tell you. Rin ran off without listening to me, so I need to tell somebody. Do I not?"

"…Is this about Sakura?" "Yes. She does not have long to live. The crest worm continues to corrupt her body as we speak. It is easy to extract it, but her body would never withstand the shock. It's like pulling out four-tenths of her nerves. She would die as a human being before the pain caused her to die of shock."

"But leaving her alone will lead to the same result. The loss of magical energy is slowly eroding her sanity. Soon she will lose all sense of self. Once that happens, she will be nothing more than a rampaging Master. She will sacrifice many people to maintain her Servant, and when the strain becomes too much to bear, she will self-destruct. ―――In short, you cannot save that woman, no matter what you do."

"――――――――" I feel dizzy, as though I'm looking into a strobe lamp.

"Broken things do not repair themselves, and lost things never return. If you wanted to save her, you should have done so eleven years ago. Do you still intend to save her, Emiya Shirou? She will die in the next few days no matter what we do. Is there a meaning in saving such a person?"

"――――――――" I can't breathe. I can barely stand under the impact of his words.

"…I don't know anything about that. But you saved Sakura. Isn't that reason enough?" "Well. I only treated her out of duty. I cannot turn away someone who came seeking help."

"――――Don't lie. You wouldn't use up your Magic Crest just out of duty. I don't know why, but you wanted to save Sakura. You didn't want to let her die. I feel the same way too." I glare at the priest. …He must understand, because he nods slightly.

"Yes. Then hurry. Rin will surely kill Matou Sakura if she finds her first. Provide that lost child with shelter before that happens." He doesn't need to tell me. Turning my back to him, I follow Tohsaka into the rain.

――――My breath is white. Under the cold winter rain, my breath seems to freeze and blow back against my face.

"――――Sakura." There's no one on the road. The street lamps light up the night in vain, and I run without aim. …I'm going to find Sakura. It's not just the premonition that something terrible is going to happen if I don't find her quickly. I just want to hold her hand right now and feel her warmth.

"Haa――――Haa, ha――――" I run blindly. I don't know where she went. …Sakura no longer has any place to go. There's no place for her at my house nor at the Matou household. She has to be wandering in the night.

"…She shouldn't have gone far. If you needed to find shelter where there weren't any people――――" It's a wild guess. But the only thing I can do right now is to check every one of the possibilities――――

"Ha, haa, ha――――ah." I cross the bridge. Sakura wasn't around the Shinto station, and I didn't hear anything about a girl like Sakura being there.

Even though it's night, it's not so late that places will be deserted. There weren't many, but I saw a few people walking about. But if none of them saw Sakura, maybe she avoided Shinto and went back to Miyama City.

She's probably still in her school uniform, so she would stand out in this rain. If she wanted to avoid attention, she would head to Miyama City―――and that's what I'm thinking as I run through the rain, when…

"――――――――Sakura." I come to a stop. Under the bridge. Sakura is standing alone on the dark, desolate, brick road.

I go down to the park. …Does she notice me? Sakura is looking down while exposing her body to the rain. "――――――――" …I can't think of anything to say to her. All I can do is take her home.

"Sakura." I call out to her as I approach. "No, please don't come…!" And… Sakura refuses with desperateness I've never seen before.

"――――――――" I stop. Sakura is still looking down, tightly clutching her skirt in her hands. She looks like a criminal mortified by her actions. It's heart-breaking. …I can't go any closer. I feel that I shouldn't until she raises her head.

"――――Sakura." "…Please go home. If you come near me right now――――I don't know what I'll do."

Her voice is shaking. She's trembling because of the cold rain and her feelings of guilt. …I can't erase them from her. All I can do is… "―――Let's go home. You haven't recovered from your cold yet, right?" …Extend my hands.

"…Senpai." Sakura's wet hair sways. Sakura bites her lips. "I can't go. Where can I go back to now?" Her voice is heavy with self-loathing.

"――――――Sakura." "It's fine, Senpai. You don't need to force yourself to care for me."

"…Because you know already, right? You heard what I am. You heard what's going on with my body, didn't you? Then――――this is…" …All over. Her white breath tells me the end of her sentence.

"――――Don't say such a stupid thing. What I heard is unimportant. The only Sakura I know is the one I've been with. So why does it have to end because of something like this?"

"…Because it will end. I'm not a virgin, Senpai. I was raped at the place I was adopted as a kid, and my first time was a long time ago. Not only that, my body has been continuously violated by unknown things."

Sakura's nails dig into her elbow. …It's a masochistic action as if punishing the dirty stains on her body.

"――――――――" "That's not the only thing. I'm a magus of the Matou family, and I've been hiding that fact from you. …I didn't tell you when I became a Master, and I pretended not to know anything when you brought Saber-san over. Don't you see? It would've been so much more convenient. And you wouldn't get mad at me that way, right?"

"――――Sakura."

"But I'm really stupid. I shouldn't be able to deceive you, but I thought I could. I thought it's fine even if my grandfather's worm is in me. I thought I wouldn't lose if I held myself firm, but I easily lost. …The stuff that was splashed on me was just aphrodisiac. It's not poison or anything, but it makes my body more sensitive. That's all it took to make me go crazy and hurt you."

"…Tohsaka-Senpai is right. I'm a coward, I'm a crybaby, I'm selfish… I knew this was going to happen, but I couldn't disobey my grandfather or end it myself. I didn't want to be hurt or scared, and I value myself more than others, so I couldn't find the courage to kill myself…!"

…She's crying. Sakura is crying. She's crying and doesn't know what to do, which just makes her cry even harder.

"――――――――" Feeling her pain, I regret what I've done. ―――I have never seen her cry before. The reason behind those tears… Why didn't I realize sooner that she can only cry when condemning herself?

"Don't cry――――Sakura."

"You see――――everything is my fault. I'm just a puppet for my grandfather, and I could go crazy any minute now. Sooner or later I'll do something terrible. So where can such a person go, Senpai…!?"

Sakura corners herself. …Nobody is condemning her. That's why she has to do so herself. She has to say she's the evil one. She has to condemn herself and punish herself.

"―――――So, don't cry."

…Sakura once said it. That she's a coward who needs someone to lead her by force. I finally understand what she meant.

Someone I want to protect. Someone important to me. Someone I never thought I would lose. If I don't want her to cry anymore… I have to take her hand and lead her to a place in the sun, so I should now――――

"…I'm sorry, Senpai. I've been deceiving you all this time. I never really believed I deserved to be with you. Every day I thought about ending it all… just acting like a stranger from that day on. I'd just pass by you in the hallway, ignore you after school, go home alone at night, and forget everything that happened…!"

――――Oh. If she'd done that, I would've gone crazy. I'm sorry I didn't realize that.

"But I couldn't…! My body would tremble at the pure thought of it, and it was really frightening. It was scarier than the time I put a knife on my wrist, and I couldn't stop myself from going to your house. I was scared of deceiving you, scared to stop deceiving you, and everything around me was scary. I couldn't move at all, and I didn't know what to do…!"

But I believe this is for the best. Sakura says I should never have learned about this. But if that were the case, she would just have kept on crying.

"…I'm stupid, right? You would've eventually found out. But it's too late now, and I can never go back to your house. I thought every night that I should get away from you before it happened. It's for your own good, and I knew I would stop crying at night, but――――"

I can't let her cry anymore. If Sakura has to blame herself because nobody will blame her…

"But―――But I still wanted to hide it from you…! I wanted to protect my time with you…! That was the only meaningful thing for me, so why…!"

Even if nobody would forgive her, I would keep forgiving her in her place.

"Oh――――――――" I embrace her cold body.

…My arms are terribly unreliable. I can't hold her tightly, nor can I pull her close. …I can't save Sakura. I want her to be with me, and I can only stay by her side.

…Awkwardly, I wrap my arms around her. Even if this is all I can do right now, my determination is definite and firm.

"Senpai, I――――" "Don't cry. I understand you're a bad person now." "――――――――"

She gasps. Sakura is confused, torn between guilt and regret. To deny those feelings, I tell her what I truly feel.

"――――So I'll protect you. No matter what happens, even if you try to kill yourself――――I'll protect you, Sakura." "Sen… pai." "I promise. I'll be your superhero."

…I hold her a bit tighter. Even if it's just a touch, I do so to tell her that my oath is more firm than anything.

"……" How much effect did it have? The stubbornness flows out of Sakura, and her shoulders relax.

…No matter what she says, Sakura is still the same. Her sensation and her warmth are the same. Our breaths are white, and the pouring rain has turned to a drizzle.

In the freezing night… "No, Senpai――――I'll probably end up hurting you." Her words sound like a confession.

"――――――――" The rain is stopping. The night is cold as midwinter, and Sakura doesn't try to free herself from my arms. …And… "I'm going to hurt you, Senpai, but――――"

――――I want to stay like this. A tear trickles down her cheek as she says it.

――――And with that, the choice is made. Something decisive has ended.

I don't know if this is love or not. But―――a premonition lingers in the back of my mind… Telling me that the end of this love will not be compensation.

The rain has completely stopped by the time we return to my house. …We've been holding hands ever since we left the park. We calmed down as we walked, and by the time we got to the hill, we were actually embarrassed, but in the end we didn't let go even for a moment.

"Huh……? The light at the door is on. Did you come back here, Sakura?" "…Um, I don't think it's me. It might be Fujimura-Sensei."

"Oh yeah." We go to the door, hand in hand. Her cold hand has become warm. I'm relieved to feel the warmth of her life, and I enter my house as if I've just come home from school.

"Welcome home. I know it was rude, but I came in without your permission."

"T-Tohsaka――――" "Nee…… Tohsaka-Senpai."

"Yes. I guessed you would come back here eventually, but I didn't think it was going to be both of you. …Well, I thought it might be possible in your case."

"――――!" I quickly push Sakura behind me and confront Tohsaka.

"Tohsaka, you still…!" "Of course. I can't leave Matou Sakura alone as a magus of Tohsaka. The Association will be after me if I don't punish her as the supervisor of Fuyuki. It'll be too late then."

"I don't care about your circumstances. Sakura hasn't done anything yet. If you still want to do something to her, you'll have to silence me first." "You're right. You're a free magus that doesn't belong to the Association, so it might be good to discipline you here. I'm going to kill Sakura. I'll kill you too if you get in my way."

"……" My senses become alert. …Tohsaka's fingertip. Once it moves, that'll signal the start of the battle.

I'll escape outside with Sakura before Tohsaka can finish her spell. After that―――I'll decide what to do after that on the spot. For now, I'm going to concentrate on getting away from here. The difference in our skills. I can't even spare to think about what I might do against Archer, who should be here.

"――――――――" Tohsaka's lips start to move. When I notice she's merely speaking, not casting a spell… "Stop, please stop, Nee-san…!" …Sakura jumps in between us.

"――――Sakura." "S-Senpai's right. So far, he's the only one I've hurt. So if he's forgiven me, I shouldn't be punished yet."

"――――Hey now. Do you really understand the state your body is in? How can you say that?" "…I can say it. I'm still fine. Are you serious, Tohsaka-Senpai? Senpai isn't a Master anymore. Saber-san's gone, and he's just my Senpai now, but you're saying you're going to kill him?

"――――Of course. It doesn't matter whether or not he's armed. If he's planning to get in my way, I'll have to dispose of him."

"――――Then. If you're still going to fight Senpai, I'm going to fight you. I won't lose to you as Rider's Master." Sakura is trembling, but she confronts Tohsaka with the utmost courage.

"――――――――" …Is she surprised by Sakura's determination, or does she think it's disadvantageous to fight here? "I see. If you can say something like that, then fight on and win the war as a Master. Come to think of it, there is one way that you could be saved. You would easily be able to disenchant Zouken's bindings if you obtained the Holy Grail."

"Oh… Tohsaka-Senpai." "It's not that I'm letting you go. …We'll have our chance to fight as Masters. I'm just saying this isn't the appropriate place."

She passes by us. To my surprise, she doesn't show any enmity as she passes by.

"Tohsaka." "……Hmph. So our alliance only lasted a day, huh? We can't cooperate as long as you're protecting Sakura." "――――――――"

"But don't forget. We don't know when Sakura might run wild. It's your own fault if you die when that happens, but since you took her in, you'd better make sure you're the only victim." She leaves without turning around.

"…Senpai. Um, I…" "Don't look so worried, you idiot. That's her way of being ironic. It's her hobby to make fun of people." "……"

I do my best to cheer Sakura up as we go into the hallway. We're both freezing, so we should quickly get changed and warm ourselves up.

'…Since you took her in, you'd better make sure you're the only victim.'

That means that when she kills me, I have to kill her as well. Tohsaka left, leaving me with what I must do at the very least. "―――――――" …That will never happen. I keep convincing myself as we head to the living room.

…Our clasped hands are really warm. Sakura is here, alive. That's all I care about now. I can't make Sakura uneasy by worrying about other things, but…

"…Hm?" Wait. I think Sakura's hand is too warm.

"Sakura. Did your cold get worse again?" "Huh…? U-Um, how is it? Do I feel hot?" She must not know herself, as she asks me a strange question.

"No, it's not terribly hot, but you're warmer than me. It feels warm when I touch you." "Oh――――i-it's probably a cold…! I think I caught a cold because I was in the rain for so long." …? I don't know why, but Sakura lowers her head in embarrassment.

"I see, you're right. Then you have to hurry and get changed and warm your body up. I'll cook dinner, so you go check your temperature, and if it's high, you're to come back to the living room wearing something warm. I'll make sure to cook something that's easy to eat."

"Oh… N-No, I don't need dinner. Um, I'm going to bed, so you can rest as well…!" Sakura leaves in a hurry.

"…?" Oh well. I'll catch a cold too if I stand here like this, so I should take a bath and warm myself up.

I finish taking the bath and return to my room. Now that I've changed out of my wet clothes, I finally feel like I'm home again.

"―――――――Phew." I sit down and let out a sigh while relaxing my shoulders. …Today was a long day. Many things happened, and there were many ups and downs. I sort out the things I've lost from those I still have.

"…Right. Sakura is Rider's Master." It seems Sakura had given her right to Shinji, but she is Rider's Master now. Then Rider must be nearby, protecting Sakura.

"…Yeah. I've seen Rider a few times already. If she'll be protecting Sakura, I have to go introduce myself to her properly."

…She's unapproachable because of her appearance, but I think she's understanding. I don't know when Sakura will be attacked by Zouken, so Rider is the only one I can rely on.

…Well, according to Kotomine, Sakura's condition will get worse the more she uses her Servant, so relying on Rider is a last resort.

"All right. I'll have Sakura introduce me to her tomorrow. Oh… but she might hold a grudge after losing to Saber." My shoulders slump. …But Rider will be living here too, so I should at least greet her――――

"――――Who is it!?" "……!" I raise myself so that I can jump back instantly and glare at the shouji. …Outside the room. …I can see the silhouette of someone standing on the porch.

"――――――――" …There's no reply. The figure seems to be waiting for my reaction.

"――――――――" …Damn. There's nothing I can use as a weapon here. I guess I'll have to attack first before――――

"――――S-Senpai. Um, are you awake…?" "Huh…? Oh, it's you, Sakura." I sit back down. …Man. She should've said something. What's wrong with her?

"What's up? You can use the bath whenever you like. If you need a change, there's Fuji-Nee's clothes, right?" "…Yes. I've already taken a bath and borrowed Fujimura-Sensei's clothes."

"…?" Now I'm really confused. I don't think there's anything else to ask.

"Um… Senpai. Can I come in?" "Yeah. Why are you being so formal?" The shouji opens. And the person entering the room is…

"――――――――" Sakura, in normal clothes, acting strangely.

"――――――――" I hear someone gulp. I realize that it's me and feel myself heating up. "Uh――――um…" I cover my mouth with my hand and look away.

"――――――――" …This is bad. I looked away, but the urge to look at her is overwhelming. My heart's beating rapidly, and my head is so confused that it might run away unless I keep the reins on.

"――――" In short, I'm about to go crazy. I don't know why, but Sakura is unnaturally beautiful right now.

"……" Sakura just stands there. I finally realize that something else is strange.

"…Sakura? You're acting weird. How's your fever? Do you have a cold after all?" "…No. I do have a fever, but it's not because of a cold. It's not because I'm sick that I'm burning up." Sakura looks down awkwardly.

"――――――――!" The gesture almost makes me let go of the reins.

…Sakura acted like this from time to time over the last couple of days. I thought I'd grown used to noticing parts of her that I didn't know about, and that she's a girl my age. But… I think this is on a different level entirely.

"…Sakura?" "…It's no good, Senpai. I can't suppress it by myself any longer." Sakura blushes and tries to endure the embarrassment.

"W―――What can't you suppress?" "…It's exactly what you're thinking. …The worm in me is eating my magical energy and telling me it's not enough. …It wants more. My body started to heat up just by holding your hand and thinking it's warm."

"――――――――" I can hear the heat in her unsteady words. Sakura is feeling embarrassment and something like joy from exposing her dark side.

"…You know, right, Senpai? I was trained as a magus at the Matou household. …Grandfather tampered with my body so that he could turn a child of another bloodline into a magus of the Matou family."

"…The result is this lewd body that desires men. …My body heats up and goes crazy unless I get semen from a magus."

"――――――――" …I get dizzy. I don't know when I entered another dimension. but the room itself starts to warp and laugh.

But I'm the one who's strange. I should be angry at Zouken, but I can only stare at Sakura's body.

"…Senpai. Why did you protect someone like me? I'm already impure. Even if I like you, I can't do anything for you. So why are you protecting me, going as far as making Tohsaka-Senpai―――Nee-san your enemy?"

Sakura's voice echoes in my head like a clanging bell. …The reason I'm protecting Sakura. I don't even need to think about it. I don't even need to think about it, so I can tell her even in my current state.

"―――You're wrong. I didn't protect you. I just wanted to be with you. I need you, Sakura, and I couldn't think about being separated from you. So I can't give you to Tohsaka, even if she is your older sister."

"Are you saying that as family? Or do you see me as a woman?" "――――――――" There's no way that I can see her as family now. I've wanted Sakura by my side these past couple of days―――no, for a long time. …It's just that I can't lie to myself any longer.

"――――Yeah. I love you, Sakura." I'm still entranced, but I manage to say it. …I know it's something I shouldn't say, something I shouldn't give in to, but I can't fight against it any longer.

"Then please make love to me. Or else―――I'll feel so uneasy that I'll go crazy."

"――――But Sakura…" My voice of reason mounts one last, desperate defense. But… "…Senpai. Am I dirty…?" Her words destroy every obligation in me.

"―――――――, Sa…" My tongue is not working. Proper thoughts freeze in my brain. ―――Sakura's bare legs. I try my best to look away from the spectacle that grabs a hold of my heart.

"Sa… kura――――" Is my mind not the only thing frozen? My eyes keep staring at Sakura, and my body, even the fingertips, doesn't move.

"……Senpai." Embarrassed, Sakura trembles a bit. The motion causes a silver droplet to stream down her legs.

"――――" The smell makes me dizzy. I shouldn't be able to smell it, but seeing the light reflected off of it makes me feel her warmth.

"…Please look, Senpai. Please don't look away and watch my lewd body." "――――――――!" I can't oppose her voice. …I know I'm disgracing Sakura the more I stare at her, but I can't avert my eyes.

The juices stream down. Her bare vagina is more than wet enough. The lewd juice flows out and streams down her legs. Although she closes her thighs bashfully, she cannot contain the flow which is down to her ankles now.

―――The moonlight entangles with the trickling juice. Sakura's love juice does not let go of the light it catches. The light sparkles in between her legs.

―――So… "…It's strange, right? I-It's natural for you to want to look away. …I've been like this ever since we held hands. …It does this just by being near you, and no matter how much I pleasure myself, it won't settle down. I can't take my mind off you, Senpai, and I…" ―――How could I ever call her dirty?

"Why? You're not dirty. You're beautiful, Sakura." "――――Senpai." Her voice flushes a bit. She looked like she was about to collapse, but now she seems a bit more steady.

"…I'm not lying. You're so beautiful that I had to lie to myself so that I wouldn't notice. …So don't condemn yourself like that. It's not your fault that your body's like that."

My heart thumps. I talk as I try to suppress the blood from going to my crotch. It's the last-ditch resistance brought on by my reasoning. To that…

"Then please make love to me. …I want you right now, Senpai." …Sakura destroys it with a heated voice.

"――――――――" It's as if she whispered it by my ear. Sakura's voice seeps down to my bones and destroys my small reasoning. ―――No, there's no way to fight it from the start. No man can stay calm when faced with the naked body of the woman he loves the most.

"――――Sakura." "…You don't have to move. …I'll make you feel good."

Sakura tempts me with words like burning steel. ―――I understand it in my head. I know I want Sakura. My penis is so erect that I can't hide it anymore. Sakura is wanting me, and Sakura's body is needing magical energy―――my semen.

"――――――――" Then there's no reason to oppose her. I can satisfy both if I accept Sakura. …But… Wouldn't that keep the most important reason unclear?

"…Senpai." Sakura's voice is coming from near me. Sakura's body is right in front of me now. …I can't move. Is it because of tension or confusion? Every part of my body is bound, and I can't stop Sakura.

Her skirt falls to the ground. …I hears the sounds of clothes being taken off. Sakura takes off her clothes to get naked, and I'm taking off my shirt even though I can't move by myself―――

"…Please, Senpai… I can't bear it any longer――――" Sakura sounds like she's apologizing. "――――Sa… kura." The zipper on my pants is lowered as soon as I hear her voice.

"――――――――" My reasoning cracks. My head blanks out when I see her young and vivacious body.

"Ah…… Hm……. I'm going to touch it, Senpai…" Sakura's fingers touch my erect penis. She handles it like a valuable object. She entangles her white fingers around my hot and hard penis.

"Ah, s――――――――" There's no way I can stop her. Sakura's fingers are touching my thing. That feels good enough to make me moan. No matter how much my useless mind tells me to stop, my body is already tempted by Sakura.

"…I'm sorry, Senpai… I know you don't like this, but――――" Sakura turns around and slowly lowers her waist. Hot juice drips down onto my crotch.

"Haa… Hmm… Yours is so hard…" …The love juice flowing out of her wets my manhood like honey.

"Mm… We have to make sure it's wet…" Sakura grabs my shaft as if to soak her honey onto my shaft.

"――――Hold, on――――" Her fingers stimulate my body, and I feel something sticky between us. I'm about to fall from just this, but Sakura is… "Haa… Hm, mm… Ah, I can, right, Senpai?" She sighs painfully as if she cannot wait any longer. And she pushes the head of my penis onto her crevice.

"Ahh… ah, mm, fu…" "――――……!" ―――A slight shock runs through my back. My erect head enters Sakura with a sound. Her wet vagina accepts the hard foreign body without resistance.

A wet sound. The tip, which should be too big to enter Sakura's small hole, easily pushes in between her walls and plunges deeper in.

"Hah, ah―――…!?" ―――I don't understand. Just putting the tip in feels so good that I'm going to go crazy…!

"Hold… on, Sakura――――……!" I quickly pull my hips back. But my body is still numb. Sakura doesn't listen to me.

"Mm… ha, it's big… but――――ah, haa… It's coming… in――――" She breathes with her shoulders and slowly lowers herself.

"――――Ah……!" The sound. I can't bear the sound of me tearing Sakura apart.

"Ah, mm…! Ah, fua, ah―――hm… Sen… pai―――Senpai's touching… me…" ―――Sakura's crevice. The red part has accepted the tip of it already. The walls roll up as my penis is pushed in, and at the same time, they try to accept the penetrating object and guide it deeper inside.

"…Haa… Haa, haa, ah…" ――――It's tight, but not, at the same time. Sakura's slit and my penis melt and join into each other. And from behind her too. We're in such a position, but Sakura's the only one moving.

"Ha――――――――" It feels so good that I want to vomit. A woman's back is before my very eyes. Her big butt is squashed in front of me. ―――I'm piercing Sakura from behind. It makes me imagine that I'm inserting it in her butt instead of her pussy, and it's all the more unbearable.

"Ah――――, ah." "Ha, aha… It's getting bigger, Senpai… Does it feel good…? Mm… aha, ah――――! …Ah… It feels good for me too――――"

I'm scared. I bear the welling cum because I'm scared. I grit my teeth and endure the oncoming surges of pleasure.

"Ah… Ah, no… Senpai…? Mm, ahh… um, is it painful…?" Painful――――? No way. It can't be painful when it feels this good. I'm just scared because I can't suppress myself.

My desire is up to my throat now. If I can move, I want to push Sakura down and pierce through her. I'm scared of myself for wanting to fuck Sakura like mad.

"…D-Don't Sakura…! If I continue, I'll――――" I'm scared that I might lose my sanity.

"Ah… Haa, hmm, mm…! …No, I'm sorry, Senpai―――ah, I can't… stop myself――――"

"Hey――――I'm saying… don't…!" ――――There's no way she'd listen to me. My cock is deep inside Sakura. So―――how could she stop now?

"Haa… Mm, the big thing's coming in――――" Sakura moves as she moans in an intoxicated voice. The surge that led me inside is now trying to keep me inside.

"…!" Her walls are pulsing. Her thick walls grasp at my penis and softly wrap themselves around it.

"Ah, aha, hm… Can I, Senpai…? It's in, so I'll move now―――" Her warm pussy has me caught. Sakura slowly starts to move up and down.

"Ah, aha, ahh…!" "……!" I grit my teeth and bear it. I will release my cum along with my mind unless I do so.

"Ahh, fua, ah, haa…! …Aha… Good―――it's so big." I'm caressed with numerous fingers and tongues. Sakura awkwardly moves up and down while squeezing her walls. "Hah, hmm, mm, mm……!"

A sound of liquid. Her love juice leaks out. She's moving as if to taste my penis with her vagina. It's a diligent service that tells me how she feels. She's not good, but she's trying her best to please me, and that fact itself is a pleasure.

"Ah, it's touching me inside… It's coming in slowly… Haa… mm, ah…! I'm glad… I'm so happy――――I'm sorry, Senpai." Her voice sounds like she's crying and intoxicated at the same time. Sakura is apologizing, but shaking with pleasure at the same time.

"Hm… mm, fu, mm…! You can see it, right, Senpai…? I'm connected with Senpai… Mm… I'm happy… I always wanted to do this with you, Senpai…!"

…Sakura heats up and starts to move faster. Her movements were kind, but now they're getting more intense. She's happy. Her movements reflect her emotion by sucking, squeezing, and entangling herself on me.

"…Sa… kura――――" "Ah, haa――――I-I'm going to do my best…! So, you too, Senpai…!"

…My reason is melting. Her walls expand and contract, matching her movements. They contract when I'm going out, but they suck me in when my tip is reinserted, drawing up my urge to ejaculate. "Haa… ah――――!" It feels so good that I can't keep my mouth closed, and my saliva drips down my chin.

"Mm… Is it too strong, Senpai…? Aha, then… I'll slow down… a bit――――" Her juice covers my cock while her butt moves vertically. "――――!" It's like a simple up and down movement, but it's actually a pot of meat that wriggles around from time to time to stimulates my manhood.

"Ah――――" …This is hard. I never thought it'd be this hard to keep my reasoning and suppress my urge to ejaculate. It feels good inside Sakura. But it feels like torture as well――――

"Hm… Ah, aha, mm…! …Huh? …I'm going slow… but I can't… stop my hips――――hm, ha, haa, nhaa, ahh…!" Sakura's movement does not stop. A shock goes through my abdomen every time her firm butt presses on it.

"Haa――――, guh――――…!" …Her wet meat. Her delicate walls vibrate to invite me into the deepest part of her.

"Guh――――ah." "Hm, nha, why――――!? Why am I―――ah, faa, hm, ah…! …Ah… I'm sorry, Senpai―――I'm sorry, Senpai…!"

Sakura apologizes, but her pussy squeezes my erect shaft even harder. …I could ejaculate any second now. Our genitals are wet with her juice and my pre-cum. Sakura's pussy still has some room even after accepting me. It expands, contracts, wraps itself around me, and squeezes me. The varying movements are like those of an educated prostitute.

"…Haa… Haa… Hm, ahh… Amazing… Yours is amazing, Senpai―――" "――――――Sakura. Please… stop." "…Ah… Ah, no…! …Mm, no, I can't, Senpai――――ahh, mm, I can't stop myself――――!"

…The swirl greedily demands more. …My reasoning is crumbling apart. Her soft walls are like an aphrodisiac. My penis is wet with aphrodisiac, and the pleasure is melting my brain.

"Ah――――Ah――――" The overdosage of aphrodisiac causes my form to be vague. I can only open my mouth and suppress my voice. …I'm swallowed by pleasure. I'm like a bug that fell into a pot of aphrodisiac.

"――――――――Guh." My desire washes away my reason. …This isn't just a pot of aphrodisiac. This is a never-ending sea of pleasure. The body accepting me right now is of the finest quality that any man would be addicted to. That body is telling me to go crazy. I'm telling Sakura to stop for her sake, but she isn't listening to me. Then―――there's no need to―――restrain myself.

"Hm, Senpai… Senpai, please use your hips too… Mm, nha……!"

―――There's only a fragment of reasoning left in me. Sakura doesn't know how I can't retreat and keeps moving her hips to pleasure me.

And… The obscene body that wriggles like a snake…

"Haa――――ah, ah――――!" …Crushes my hindering reasoning.

"Ah――――hau, Senpai…!?" I raise my hips. I grab her butt and sink my nails into her hot body.

"――――! …! Ahh… haa…!! Faa, mm, aha…! Hm―――ha, it's amazing, Senpai, you're so rough…!" I plunge into her without any consideration. I'm ignoring Sakura's condition, but she just shakes her butt in delight.

"Ah―――mm, haa, ii…! I'm glad… More, Senpai…!" She raises her indecent ass. Sakura holds out her body without me ordering her.

"Fuu, nha, ah…! It's big, and thrusting me from behind, ah, hmm……!" Sakura moans. She arcs her back and takes the thrusting meat on all fours.

"…! Senpai, Senpai…! Senpai is so, ah, nha, mm…!!!" I pierce her without hesitation to make up for all the time I couldn't move. Over and over. I violently pull back, push in, pull back, and move my penis as if to oppose the welling urge to ejaculate.

"Ya, mm, ah… Hia, ahhhhh…!!!! Senpai―――ah, hah, amm, ah, fua…!" It might be painful, as Sakura's voice starts to contain some agony.

―――But I don't stop. Our sex turns ferocious. Sakura tries to accept it and raises her butt. "――――, Haa――――" My vision, the only thing not invaded by the pleasure of Sakura, breaks with that.

Her butt is lewdly raised, exposing her excretory organ. ―――It squeezes tight. It's straining as if to bear the pain, and it's closed as if to follow her pussy's example. It is wet with my pre-cum and her love juice.

"Ah――――kuh." The dirtiest place on Sakura is dirtied with our juice. It's so lewd that I want to start laughing, and it makes me all the more crazy.

"Ah―――it's embarrassing, Senpai's, aha, ahh, watching my butt…!" Our juice splatters around every time I push into her, and the juice sticks onto her butt.

"Ah――――, kuh――――" The scene fires up my desire. Sakura's asshole. I see the place where even Sakura cannot see, and a sense of domination assails me.

"Mm, Senpai…! It's good, it's deeper, ahh, nha, it's good, so good, ahhhh…!"

―――I keep thrusting. My thrusts get stronger. My penis is fully expanded, stirring up Sakura's vagina. She accepts it painfully. "It's painful―――ah, move more, Senpai―――please go harder and squash my butt…!"

And Sakura's walls change as if to match my sexual desire.

"Ha, you――――!" The waves of pleasure that I thought were at their limit grow bigger. My brain is filled with Sakura's sensation and is about to explode.

"Haa――――aha, haa, ahaa, mm……!" ―――She desires me without end. But that's not only her wish, as it is also mine.

"Ah… Mm… no… I'll overflow, hmm, if you do that――――" I raise my butt and thrust up. "Mmm, ah――――! Ahh, nha, haa… Ah, fuaaaaa…! Senpai, I'm going to come…!" I don't pull back and rub my tip inside of her.

――――Dry sounds constantly echo through the room. The room is stained with the sound of our moving hips, the sound of the juice splashing, and Sakura's moans.

"Haa, ah――――I like you――――I like you, I love you, Senpai…! I've loved you for so long, nha, I can't keep it in anymore…!"

"Ah, kuh――――!" I keep moving, while Sakura accepts it and shakes. The pleasure changes every second, not letting me rest. Her walls change shape every time she arcs her back and stimulates me from different angles. ――――I feel faint. My mind is constantly being stimulated and is about to escape my body.

"Fua, haa, ah, ahh, ahh…!!! More, Senpai, together, Senpai…!!!!" "――――――――!" I can't end easily. If Sakura wants it, I have to answer her.

"――――――――Ahh." And I want to savor Sakura without end. I don't need my reasoning. I don't care even if my mind escapes my body. I can kick away such nuisances that keep me from being human――――!

―――Our membranes rub against each other. My grotesque member is wet with foaming love juice. Her contracting walls suck on my blood-congested penis.

"――――, ――――" It'll end anytime. I'll ejaculate with the next thrust if I let down my guard. I frantically grit my teeth, wanting this pleasure to last longer.

"Ah, haa… Hm… Does it feel good, Senpai?" "――――, Ah――――" I can't say anything. I'll be unable to endure it if I say something.

"――――If it's good――――please say my name―――haa… I want you… Senpai, to say my name…!" Her pussy contracts with her voice and squeezes me.

"Sa――――kura." I pierce her. She doesn't need to tell me. My head is filled with Sakura and Sakura only.

"Sakura――――" "Yes…! Senpai, Senpai…!" Her back is covered with sweat. My member is covered with both our juices. Sakura's crotch is covered with something viscid and is reflecting light like something about to emerge from a pupa.

―――I'm melting. My senses are so vague that I'm starting to think I'm melting.

"Aha―――Senpai called my name… You properly said my name when I'm so indecent――――nha, Senpai… Senpai, Senpai, Senpai…!!" Sakura responds every time. I feel a definite sensation every time she squeezes on me.

"Sakura――――Sakura…!" My desire gets worse. Her lewd and meaty butt, her smooth back, her messed hair, her sweet moaning. Everything is like a dream, and my consciousness is about to…

"No――――I, I, I'm――――!" ――――It must be the same for Sakura. The body that desired me raises itself, as if drawing on its last power.

"Ahh, ahh――――! …No, I don't want this myself…! I――――I want to feel good with you, Senpai…!"

Her pussy squeezes me with all its might. "――――Guh……!" I thrust it in as if to fight against it. I feel pain as my impulse breaks the dam.

"Sakura――――, Sakura……!" "Nha, ahh――――no, don't let me go, Senpai…!!!" I release the strained power. My restrained desire is let loose as if guided by Sakura's orgasm.

"Ahh―――mm――――mm, Senpai… is ejaculating… a lot…――――" "――――!" My cum ejaculates as if to shoot down her womb.

"――――Wait――――hey――――" ―――Something's wrong. I've let enough out, but it doesn't stop.

"…Ahh… Mm… Aha, ahh…" Sakura takes in my hot impurity. Sakura sounds satisfied and drains her strength.

"Ah――――kuh." A long ejaculation I've never experienced before. My cum fills up Sakura and flows out. I've let out enough, but it doesn't stop ejaculating.

"Ah… aha, amazing, it's still coming in. Senpai… Senpai's hot juice… it's coming in me and flowing out――――" Sakura sounds like she's in a trance. …My consciousness fades. I can't hear Sakura's voice.

―――A never-ending ejaculation. It's more than what my testicles can generate, and it's a pleasure as if I'm ejaculating my organs out.

――――I see a dream after that.

We're both tired and sleep together after having sex. Sakura hesitated with a blush, but she nodded when I asked her if she wanted to, and came into my futon with a red face.

"――――――――" I'm dreaming. I'm sleeping and was so tired that I won't wake up till tomorrow, so this has to be a dream. That's why… I'm still having sex with Sakura.

"――――――――" I'm desiring Sakura even in my dreams. That's how exciting the sex with her was. If it's possible, I want to embrace her and sleep together like this. …I want to tell her that I love her. She was filled with pleasure every time she said Senpai, and I want to respond to her affection.

"――――――――" I'm having sex with Sakura. I'm having sex with her even in my dream. ―――I'm still having sex with her even though we've already made love like mad.

I had sex, but it wasn't enough, so I'd rather fuck her really violently so that I can really destroy her―――― "――――――――Oh." What am I thinking? That's going too far.

"Ah――――" My vision wavers. Sakura's not there. I was holding on to Sakura, but I'm now holding something strange.

"Ha――――, ah……" It's hot. My foothold is melting. I'm sinking into an eternal desire. I'm literally drowning in a sea of pleasure called Sakura.

…I see a violent dream. I see an ominous dream in a sea of hot coal tar.

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"――――――――" …I open my eyes. While staring up at the ceiling, I raise my arm and let it fall to the futon.

"――――It's a bit heavy." I keep my eyes on the ceiling in a daze, not bothering to get up. …My body feels dull. I'm not awake yet, and I feel like I need more rest. Even though it's morning already, I really don't feel like getting up.

"Hm… Why am I so tired?" I try to recall what happened. ――――Then.

"――――――――" At the very least, my sleepiness is blown away in an instant.

"――――Um." I look beside me. No one is beside me. All I see is my lazy arm.

"Oh, so Sakura's already awake." Then she should be in the kitchen. Knowing her, I bet she's preparing breakfast and letting me sleep in.

"Man, she always pushes herself if I don't stop her." I raise myself up. Immediately, dizziness assails me.

"…Whoa. My body sure feels heavy." Maybe I'm tired. A lot certainly did happen yesterday, but, um… I don't think what happened last night would make me this tired. I haven't been training for nothing. It must be because I didn't get that much sleep.

"…I couldn't sleep really well. Well, my blood should get flowing once I start moving around." First of all, Sakura's in a worse state. And she's pushing herself even harder, so I can't be resting just because I feel a bit tired.

Mustering my resolve, I get out from the futon. "――――Ugh." And I get dizzy again. It's not because of fatigue. It's because, um, my appearance is very unique, causing me to remember what happened last night.

"……Um. I have to put some clothes on." I drag the futon with me as I make my way to the wardrobe. …Crap. If this is causing me to blush, how in the hell can I greet Sakura…?

"――――――Phew." I take another deep breath to prepare myself.

"――――――――" It's all right. I've simulated it many times in my head. It's nothing difficult. I've greeted her numerous times before, so it's weird to be nervous.

"All right, I'm going." I put gasoline into my empty tank. I turn the key, kick the gas pedal, and enter the living room where Sakura is.

""――――Oh."" Then. Sakura, who I thought would still be in the kitchen, is in the living room, putting breakfast on the table.

"Uh――――g-g-good morning, Senpai." "Uh――――Yeah. G-Good morning, Sakura." We both greet each other with tense voices.

"Um……… well." "Uh……… um." I try to say something, but my head is blank.

"――――――――" "――――――――" ―――This is bad. It's bad to have silence so early in the morning… no, more than that, as a man, I can't trouble a girl…!

"G-Good morning, Sakura…! The food sure looks good!" I talk stupidly. …Wait, this greeting isn't any different from the earlier one, you idiot!

"Oh, yes! G-Good morning, Senpai!" "――――――――" …Um. I think Sakura's response is the same as well.

She looks at me in surprise, evidently thinking the same thing. To her, I must look the same way.

"――――――――Hah." Thinking about it makes me relax. We were both nervous, but we were looking forward to seeing each other.

"…Phew. This is the third time, but good morning, Sakura." I give a natural smile and greet her again. The instant she sees me relax… "―――Yes. Good morning, Senpai." Sakura returns the smile and responds for the third time.

And so our awkward breakfast starts.

"Itadakimasu." "Yes, itadakimasu." Even though we can do all the usual formalities, I'm still nervous.

"――――――――" I eat restlessly. …Sakura must have gotten over it, as she's eating in a good mood. …Hmm, are girls stronger in this regard?

"…? Is something wrong? Oh, do you want more miso soup?" "―――No, I'm still on my first bowl. But it's good. Yeah, it's really good." "Yes. I'm confident in today's food, so I'm glad you like it."

"――――!" Her smile makes me choke. It's embarrassing to be blushing when Sakura's already composed, so I start eating to hide it.

"――――Phew." I put down the empty bowl. But the side dishes are still untouched. It was all I could do to finish the rice and miso soup. I don't even want to think about eating anything else.

But it can't be helped. Forgive me, Sakura. I want to get away from here and give myself a chance to calm down.

"…Senpai. Um, did you not like the breakfast today?" "―――――――Ugh." Strategic retreat, failed. It seems I'm the only one who didn't notice that there is no escape.

"……" I hand her the bowl silently.

"Oh, seconds!? I made a lot, so please eat up." …I take the refilled bowl and resume breakfast.

"――――――" …I guess it can't be helped. I'll prepare myself. I'll just have to deal with the fact that I'm blushing, and I won't make excuses for looking at every move Sakura makes.

But still… "―――Sakura. Isn't she a problem?"

"…? What do you mean by that, Senpai?" She looks at me in wonder. In other words… It seems that the presence of Rider sitting silently next to her doesn't bother Sakura at all.

"Well, by problem…" I take a look at Rider. She must have realized she's out of place. "You do not need to worry about me. Please go ahead and eat." Her elegance is a match for Sakura's.

"Huh? Were you feeling uneasy because of her, Senpai?" "It seems so. We fought several times, after all. I am sure having your bitter enemy at the table with you is uncomfortable."

"That's not true. Senpai doesn't hold a grudge against you." "――――――――" …This is troubling. I don't have a grudge against her, but she has a rank of A+ in terms of people I cannot get along with.

"…What shall I do? It seems he is not eating much because of me. I can leave if I am annoying him." "I'm saying that's not true! Right, Senpai? You don't mind even if Rider's here, right?"

"……" I'm troubled. I'm troubled, so――――

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The Phoenix

Summary: Jean misses Y/n.

A/N: Hope y'all enjoy!

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Jean was experiencing strange symptoms. Had been for several days now, things including loss of consciousness and gaps in her memory. There were a few other symptoms, but she couldn’t quite describe them. She felt that something was wrong but she didn’t know how to seek help. So she dealt with them as they came, avoiding anyone near her as much as possible when they did. Some close friends were starting to take notice of her odd behavior, but trusted that she would come to them if it was serious. Jean didn’t think it was, until an incident when a voice in her head that wasn’t her own was whispering some strange language she couldn’t recognize. She didn’t like what it was doing to her mutation. She felt a panic rise inside of her and soon her abilities got out of control and every object in the room she was in began to float. Including the students that she was teaching. 

That’s when Charles Xavier made the suggestion that she should isolate herself until they could figure out what was going on. Not one to want to put anyone in danger, Jean agreed to be observed for the time being. Hopeful that they could fix what might be wrong with her. They hooked her up to some machines to monitor the symptoms she described, but there wasn’t anything to treat them. How could there be? It’s not as if there is a doctor properly equipped for such a situation. 

She was having nightmares and had dealt with them in the past but never anything like this before. Never with the same monster coming after her. Part of her wanted to believe she was simply sleep deprived. That whatever was causing these lapses in memory was connected to the lack of sleep she was experiencing lately. 

There was a theory that she might just be grieving. It made some sense to her. But they had lost you nearly a year ago. Isn’t it late for her to be feeling such strong effects of grief? When she asked this question to Raven, her mentor, she didn’t have much of an answer. 

“Grief doesn’t have a timeline. I sometimes get hit with the reminder that a friend I cared for is no longer here. It’s hard and I still manage to get through the day. But I wasn’t nearly as close with them as you were with Y/n.” She looks down at her hands in her lap as she thinks about how good you were for her friend. “I miss them a lot too, you know? They were… they were something special,” she says with a deep frown and apologetic eyes that she flashes to the girl in the hospital bed. Your death impacted many at the school and to many, it still hadn’t made any sense.  

You wouldn’t have killed yourself. Jean still strongly believes that. Other’s have accepted that was the cause. The evidence was there. You were hanging from the top of the steps, there’s no mistaking it. Everyone saw it first thing that morning. The footage from the camera’s in the halls, though distorted, only show you making that decision for yourself. Jean argues, to this day, that it’s clear you were struggling against something. No one sees it, or believes it. 

Some were pissed at you for making that choice. Even more upset that you had done it in such a public manner, knowing that there were children that struggle with depression every day at that school. Another reason that leads Jean to believe it wasn’t you. There were a few people at the institution that weren’t great with the students, but you weren’t one of them. You cared deeply for each and every student and staff member. You just wouldn’t have killed yourself. 

No one even considered that you had faced many types of monsters head on, none of them able to kill you. Survived many missions that plenty of others wouldn’t have. Yet, they believe a rope was all it took. It didn’t sit right with her. 

“Yeah, they were,” she says quietly. As she thinks about you, the symptoms are triggered. She begins to feel dizzy and loses consciousness, objects in the room begin to float, and Raven presses the button to get assistance. Jean is sweating profusely, cracks in her skin glowing, as her body starts to shake. The voice returns, seemingly trying to gain control over her. Thinking of you was where the Scarlet Witch found weakness in Jean Grey’s mind. That’s when she was most able to access her mind, to try and use her. To help her reach her fullest potential in order to consume that power for herself when the time came. 

However, while in her trance, Jean managed to get a sense of what was happening to her. Because of you. You had helped Jean find her strength in her abilities. Taught her a control over them that she otherwise wouldn’t have. As she caught a glimpse of this person that was in her head, she saw a version of you. One that wasn’t hers. Floating in a red bubble around this witch's body. Something was telling her, this wasn’t her first visit. 

Once Jean breaks free of the Scarlet Witches manipulation, the objects return to their places with loud crashes. Her friends, who had come in to try and pull her out of it, collapsed to the ground. A couple landing on top of one another. Jean is breathing heavily as she removes the wires from her body. “I know what’s happening!” She cries out. 

They stand up, waiting for her to explain but she doesn’t. Instead, she rushes out of the hospital bed. “Woah, hold on. It’s not a great idea for you to leave,” Dr. McCoy tries to stop her as he steps in her path. 

“No, let her go,” Raven defends. “I’ll watch after her.” The Beast doesn’t want to put Raven in harm's way, he still believes Jean is very dangerous and this last outburst only proves as much, but he knows that the shapeshifter won’t let him stop her. So he nods and steps out of the way. “What did you see?” Raven asks as she follows the girl through the corridors. “Was it Y/n?” This causes Jean to come to an abrupt stop. “I heard you whisper their name when you were levitating.” 

“I was levitating?” She asks, confused. She didn’t like not knowing what happens during those episodes, it left an unsettling feeling in her stomach. But she couldn’t dwell on it much longer. She has a mission. Jean shakes her head to find her focus again. “Raven, what do you know about the multiverse?” 

Raven’s eyes soften in pity for the telepath. “Jean, I know you miss them. But you can’t take their variant out of their universe and you can’t go to theirs and expect them to be the same person.” 

Jean shakes her head, “No, that’s not – There’s something going on. We have to warn others. We have to travel to other universes. We have to stop her. She’s dangerous and could take over everything. She isn’t just a myth you read in a book. She’s real.” 

“You’re not making any sense, who is real? Who do we need to stop?” 

“The Scarlet Witch.”

The Visit

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