#I'll be stuck in my dorm for the holidays away from all my friends and family

[sol-insidious]

"The strongest stars have hearts of kyber"

[yeonmuse]

MINI SERIES | YANG JUNGWON

CAN YOU HEAR MY HEART?

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Jungwon falls for an antisocial girl with a passion for music and a love for the stars.

GENRE, fluff, slow burn , smau

( 𝐁𝐚𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ) : I honestly have no idea where this came from I just thought of anti social Jungwon and Anti social reader coming together and this is where it got me

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𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 @jwonistic @jiamini @sol3chu @vixialuvs @firstclassjaylee

Starshopping

The moment yn got back to her dorm she couldn’t hide her excitement, she was lucky that her roommate had gone back home early for the holidays or else she’d have gotten a pillow thrown at her face for all the noise. The moment she arrived in her room She texted the group chat and in less than 20 minutes both Sunoo and Chaewon had gathered in her dorm room, the only person missing being manon.

“So manon has the day off tomorrow, so we’re going shopping, we’re going to get our nails done and maybe change your hair. Ah this is so exciting, finally someone I get to do all of this with, my beautiful caterpillar is blossoming into a beautiful butterfly.”

“Can you give her a moment to be happy about the fact that she has her first date tomorrow before you start trying to take her all across town?” The entire night neither of them could stop laughing or giggling about the day to come.

The next morning was completely busy for the four of them. Chaewon fully stuck true to her word when she said she took her all over the place she meant it. It was a full day of pampering, you’d have thought all four of them had been going on a date, the way each of them had been getting pampered and prepared for the day.

“Okay yn we’ve been waiting for so long now did you put on the dress?”

“Chaewon it's literally snowing outside and you put her in a dress?”

“What? can never go wrong with a little black dress, and besides I made sure to get her stockings and a cute black trench coat to go with.”

Once yn stepped out and their eyes fell upon her Chaewon nearly cried at the sight. Her best friend's first date and she was completely stepping out of her conduit zone with a new look.

“Does it look okay?”

“If he doesn’t treat you right, let's agree to get married if I never find anyone.”

“Chaewon!”

“What if he fumbles manon and I need to be the first in line.” Sunoo pinched the bridge of his nose and Manon laughed before shaking her head at the two.

“Ignore these two you look beautiful yn, he’s going to fall for you even more.”

Glancing down at her phone her heart raced in her chest as she sawa text from Jungwon, he was waiting for her in their usual spot.

“Alright…he’s outside.”

“Go and have a good time, we'll be here waiting to hear all the details when you get back.”

“Yes and have fun but not too much fun.” Chaewon points a warning finger at her making her laugh as she swings her coat on before opening the door.

“I'll make sure I have all the fun in the world in that case then.” She responds teasingly, earning a gasp from Chaewon as she makes her way out the door.

Though she tried her best not to show it on the outside, she was completely freaking out on the inside. Her hands trembled as she hid them inside the sleeves of her coats, she had so many worries and doubts pilling up in her head ready to swallow her whole. But the moment she stepped outside, the moment she saw him standing there in his black suit, snow falling onto his perfect hair, every single doubt melted away.

Jungwon was nervous to say the least he had never even liked anyone before, so having been waiting for the girl he was completely head over his for, for his first date he was nervous out of his mind. He was too busy thinking of all the possible things that could go wrong tonight, then his eyes landed on her. Every troubled thought, any negative possibility he had imagined had all gone away in mere seconds. She looked so beautiful walking up to him right now, a sight that completely took his breath away as she trudged across the damp grass until she was standing right there in front of him.

“…you are so, so effortlessly breathtaking.” His eyes scanned her completely, taking in every detail of her from head to toe as if he were trying to memorize everything about this moment.

“You look handsome, though it’s no different than a normal day, this moment makes me even more nervous.” At her words Jungwon smiles, taking her hand into his own. He places a kiss on the back of it before brushing over her knuckles with his thumb.

“Are you ready to go?” At his question she nods her head, the two of them slowly make their way to their ride hand in hand.

The entire drive into town Jungwon kept stealing glances at her. She looked so beautiful, it was like if he looked away from her for more than a second the memory of her like this would disappear. He loved the way her hand fit into his as he drove, how she’d occasionally play with their fingers to keep herself entertained on the semi long drive.

For once the silence between them wasn’t awkward, it wasn’t empty, it wasn’t agonizing, it was comforting. The soft ambience of music along with the snow tapping against the window provided so much comfort in that moment.

“We’re here.” After a near hour drive they had finally arrived at their destination.

‘Chaconne Bistro’ the sign read.

“I’ve never heard of this place before.”

“It took me a while to find it as well, but I was determined to find the perfect place to take you.” He locks her fingers witj his guiding her inside. The moment they stepped inside she felt her chest tighten and her head immediately turned in his direction

“You said that as you grew older the stars began to fade from the sky. You also said the stars make you feel safe..that you don’t feel alone when you’re looking at them.” He steps closer and brushes her hair back , not missing the tears that slowly spilled down her cheeks, staining them.

“So tonight you’ll eat under the stars with me, I’ll keep you safe, I’ll make sure you’re never alone from here on out.” He spoke softly, using his thumb to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

[tarysu]

REQUEST TIME !! can i pls request a university tachi? what major would he be, what would his hobbies be, how does he meet reader? etc

THANK U SM FEEL FREE TO IGNORE AND REMEMBER TO DRINK LOTS OF WATER I HOPE U HAVE A GREAT DAY EVERY DAY

<Babi i love you smmsmmssm I WILL HYDRATE MYSELF TO THE POINT I DISSOLVE INTO WATER, I've been away and off from tumblr since I'm pretty crazy and rotting in bed (school holidays is getting to me really hard). BUT BUT LET ME WRITE YOU THIS SAHHAHDUAUSD. Small reminder that I'm NOT a university student myself, as you can see I'm pretty young a still a teen girl so I have no knowledge abt uni majors (I pre-prepared majors for my future so I think I have a thought or two on how tachi would work in Uni) ANWAYSYYY SRUMDELI YUM YUM YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!> 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀 !! | 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 (𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒)

✦ ─ ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ ─ ✦ ✦ Michizou would most likely be doing criminology (I can vision him studying crime, courses like psychology and law) OR a stem major (his ability could be proven useful, Mechanical Engineering would suit him a lot!!! I mean this guy would be establishing some cool machineries). ✦ I'd say Michi would be a well organised university student, given how he can balance his military identity between his Mafia persona. I'd say he'd cope with his schedule (rip all the other students dying of no sleep.) ✦ Tachihara doesn't get regular sleep (not that he gets less sleep just...not a regular sleeping schedule), but I'm 100% sure he's alright. He'd sometimes nap randomly, bro would nap at the most random time anyways LOL. ✦ What extra curriculums he'd do in Uni? BRO WHEN I TELL YOU HE DOES SPORTS FOR SURE!! Basketball in particular. He'd be the star of the show, with his good build and pretty feisty look. Girls on the basketball stadiums would be head over heels. What can I say? He's a popular fucker amongst his peers. I'm positive he is someones hallway crush on the first year of Uni. (definitely the readers.) ✦ He's talkative, always blabbering about dumb shit or shitty jokes. He laughs before he could say the joke, he starts getting an aneurysm on the spot for laughing so hard. ✦ What does he do in his extra time? Hangout with his mates or fuck around a lot in game lobbies. He would be spending hours and hours grinding for a fortnite skin or honestly just pay 2 win (bro bought the whole jjk skins on fortinite). ✦ Michizou takes studying pretty fucking seriously, he failed countless times in his junior years during highschool. He only took his grades seriously once life was hitting a little TOO hard. ✦ Tachihara wasn't interested in any romantic relationships, not until he gets a stable job and house in future. He just wasn't ready for that kind of commitment and he stuck to that style until he met you. ✦ He's friends with all kinds of people and would honestly vibe with all of them, his social battery can get drained pretty easily. ✦ You were doing a medical course and hardly had any rest (I mean any medical majors in my opinion are pretty hard from my perspective). You and Tachi tend to study together, though both of you have different courses. ✦ You two actually knew each other back in highschool. Though you've never TALKED until a certain event in uni. (a small disaster I'll write a fan fic abt it) ✦ You two go on dates once in a blue moon, given how passionate you are about being a doctor (or nurse, you're a pretty tired person.). ✦ Sometimes Michizou would find you cheering the loudest amongst the girls when he plays on the basketball field. (You're definitely the number 1 cheer girl) ✦ After winning the game, he'd run over to you. Cool sweat trickling down his face. He'd hug you and give you multiple of kisses, you'd also give that in return. ✦ EXTRA : Tachihara would always let you stay the night (or two) over in his dorm whenever you have fights with your parents. You live with your parents but sometimes they could really get on her nerves. You'd usually come over frustrated with tears, but hey!! he'd pamper you, coop you up on the couch and just kiss those silly tears away

[redheadspark]

"This reminded me of you" & calling to hear their voice, with Druig

A/N: AWWWW ! Yay Stella! Hopefully this makes you smile, bestie!

I'm not gonna follow the movie or its canon on this one, it'll be an AU work :)

A Longing Heart

Summary: Needing to go home for the holidays was a bit rough, but your boyfriend's calls and text made them bearable

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff :)

"How long will you be gone for?"

"Only two weeks,"

Druig was helping you pack, rearranging the clothes you already folded to place in the suitcase as he was looked rather grimace from the thought of you leaving. You grabbed a few more sweaters before moving back over to him, watching his facial expressions and seeing how he could barely crack a smile, "Druig, if I don't go home to see my family for the Holidays, they'll kill me. Especially my mom,"

"It's merely Christmas," He mumbled, you sighed and planting a kiss on his cheek, "And may I remind you, the last time you were with your family you and your mom went toe to toe about your schoolwork and work load and..."

You both paused, Druig sighed and was rubbing his face before he could finish his sentence. You gave him a kind look, seeing how he looked rather sheepish in striating this conversation that you have had so many times.

"And you?" You ended, Druig nodded his head slowly. Your mother never liked Druig, not since the beginning when you took him to have dinner with her 6 months ago. It was a cordial dinner, your mother was being civil and kind to him, but both yourself and Druig could sense she was judging him from the moment he said hello. She thought of him as brash, too opinionated or even aloof for her daughter. You have talked to her, over and over, in how Druig was good to you and never made you cry or broke your heart. He was the perfect gentleman and boyfriend to you, and you weren't going to change her mind on the matter.

So it was safe to say that your mother had a grudge with you now.

"Druig, it's only for the holidays and nothing else," You reassured him as you leaned against him, "My siblings want me there as well as my dad, and I'm only going for them. If my mother has a problem with who I date, even though I'm a grown adult, that is her fault,"

"You know, if anything does happen there, you can call me anytime," Druig explained as you were getting the last of the clothes in the suitcase, Druig then sipping it up for you as you moved to get your backpack ready, "It's only a three hour drive from here to your house,"

"No, I'll be fine. You can enjoy your time with Ajak and the others at her house," You replied as you got the last things together, "I can handle two weeks with my family."

"Still, just in case," Druig commented, making you smile as you tossed the back pack on the bed and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands were resting on your hips, you two watching each other lovingly in your dorm room as your ride was going to be there within 10 minutes. You were hitching a ride with a mutual friend who lived in close to your house, and you were trying to get there before the snow storm would come through and close the roads for the next week.

"I'll call you if things go south," You explained, seeing him smirk, "But I'll probably call you since most of the time I'll be bored out of my mind,"

"I'll look forward to it," Druig said with his smile, "And you and I can exchange our gifts when you get back, deal?"

You smiled, leaning up to give him one last deep kiss before you two would be apart for two weeks. Of course you were dreading in seeing your mother and her ever judgmental comments on your work, on your school work, and of course, of Druig. It's been a calloused shield that came over you every time you met up with her, trying to just make it through the dinner or the conversation before you could leave. There were even a few times when you had to walk away from her and take a breath, all from those comments that should roll off your shoulder but they stuck to you hard. Maybe she knew you were older and not as cooperate with her when it came to what she wanted for you, but the words were getting more and more bitter as the years went by.

Yet this was Christmas, what was the worst that could happen?

"Deal," You replied, Druig smiling before he reached down to take off a beaded bracelet to place on your own wrist. It was one of the very few things he would wear daily, mostly because you found it at a swamp meet on your first date together and thought it suited Druig well.

He never took it off.

"You wear this, and think of me when things get a bit too much for you," Druig explained, you feeling the beads slide against your skin as he kissed your wrist, "It'll be fine, okay? You believe me?"

How could you not? He knew that struggle you were having with your mom throughout the past few months, how there were moments you walked to walk away from her or yell at her to shut her up. Druig was still calm with you, giving you hugs in those low moments and kisses in the stressful ones too. The fact that he never ran from you because of your enduring mother, that made you love and cherish him all the more.

"I do,"

The first few days were bearable, showing up on the doorstep of your childhood home with your dad grinning and your siblings hugging you like crazy. The snow just started and the storm was due to come through within the hour. Your mother hugged you, her sweet smile there etched on her face as she greeted you. Smiling back, you were just as civil as you settled back into your house. You knew to keep your guard up around her, especially at the first dinner together as she was asking the typical questions that were both common and more personal.

It was uncomfortable to say the least.

"So, you're still with Druig I take it?" She asked as you took a bite from your chicken. Your dad cleared his throat, giving you a calm stare with a soft smile as your sister and brother watched too.

"I am," You replied, "He wishes you guys a Happy Holiday. He's having a joined Christmas with some of our mutuals friends who can't go home because of the storm. You know mom, Druig's actually top of our class in the Psychology Department,"

"Oh, good for him!" You dad said in a cheerful tone, you ignoring your mother who looked like she had a scowl on her face while she took a drink from her wine. You grinned, knowing your dad was a fan of Druig and always liked him since the beginning, "He always liked Psychology, right?"

"Yeah, his Senior Thesis is nearly done and he's thinking of getting a scholarship for graduate school," You explained while you grabbed your wine glass, "Actually, his last paper on family dynamics and the impacts of parental control was well received by the professors and deans,"

Your dad chocked on his wine, your mom eyed you I suspicion as your siblings giggled, but you remained calm as you took a small sip from the red wine in your glass.

Way to start the holidays.

You called Druig right after when you went to your bedroom, sitting next to the window and seeing the massive snowflakes fall to the ground and on the roof with your phone against your ear.

"You did not say that!" Druig said in a shocked tone, you giggled as he sighed on his end, "It's only first night!”

"I couldn't help it," You reasoned in a shrug, "She asked about you and I told her what you wrote. It's not my fault she couldn't handle the title of you paper,"

Druig laughed, you laughing with him as the whistling winds of the snow was heard outside your window.

"How bad is the snow where you are?" You asked him as you grabbed a blanket to throw over your shoulders.

"Not too bad," Druig replied, "We're all hunkered down at Ajak's house now and we have enough food to last for at least 3 days. They all say hi by the way, and they wish you a Merry Christmas."

"Tell them I say hi!" You said back, pausing to look a the breaded bracelet on your wrist and touching it with your fingers. It was only the first night and you were missing him, wishing he was there with you to help ease some of the uneasiness, or to be with him and far away from the thick tension in your home.

"I miss you," You replied in a hum, your voice softer when you said it.

"I miss you too, more than anything," Druig said in agreement on his end of the phone, "Just let me know if you need me to come get you."

"I don't want you to drive in this weather," You explained as the wind picked up and the snow was falling a bit harder, "It'll be too dangerous,"

"I don't care, honey," He commented back to you, "Just say the word at any time and I'll get you out, okay?"

If there was one thing you loved about Druig, it was his persistence in making you feel safe and happy. He loved taking care of you, he would go to lengths to make sure you were okay. Maybe he knew that your home life was not the best and he was willing to make it better and heal it somehow, and knowing he was only a phone call away was reassuring for you in those tense moments that you knew were going to happen.

"Okay," You replied.

You lasted until the day after Christmas.

Your mom was scolding you big time, once again, for your choice in what you wanted to do after graduation and Druig was then dragged into the conversation. It was only you and your mom that started talking, which lead to raised tones and then a screaming match your mom was once again calling Druig out for being a bad choice for you and your future.

"You need stability and someone who will support you!"

"And you don't think he will?! Druig supports me more than any of the boyfriends I have ever had!"

Then it got personal and brutal, you not backing down in how your mom was dragging Druig's name through the mud. You had no choice but to defend him, not understanding how your mother never saw the good in Druig but saw the bad. Even when you dad tried to intervene and stop your mother to shouting down your throat, you weren't going to run off when you knew you had the fire in your belly to defend the man you loved.

"I have seen him go through much more shit than anyone else in my life and he's endured all of it! He's so kind and treats me so well, mom! I don't understand why you hate him so much when he wants to have your approval?!"

"HE'S NOT WORTHY OF MY APPROVAL, AND IF YOU WISH TO BE WITH HIM YOU WON'T GET MINE EITHER!"

That was the straw that broke your back.

Your dad finally took your mother to the kitchen as you rushed to your bedroom slamming it shut and texting Druig with shaky fingers that happened. He immediately texted back within seconds.

I'm coming to get you.

You packed your stuff and a few other things that you needed to not be able to be home for some time, not until after finals. You needed to get out of that house fast and quick, not wishing to talk with anyone or to see anyone. Christmas was over and done with, the jollies were over in your mind while your clothes were shoved in your staircase half hazardly. Your mind was reeling from what your mothers said about Druig and yourself, almost making it sound like she was ready to give up on you since you were going against her wishes with who to love and what to do with your life. The adrenaline was pushing through you so fast that your hands were shaking and your tears were falling.

You needed to get out.

Your dad came in and hugged you, apologizing for your mother and pleading for you to stay at least one more day. All you could was cry and shake your head, feeling terrible that your father wanted you to stay. But he knew where you were coming from, he understood since he listened to all of that fight. You loved that your father was not going to hold you hostage, he was more reasonable compared to your mother. So he slipped in some money into your pocket, helped you pack the rest of your clothes and present before walking you down the stairs to the front door when Druig texted that he was outside in the car. You didn't looked behind you at your mother, who was in the kitchen and watching with a hint of remorse in her eyes from the fight.

You couldn't stomach looking at her.

The cold air hit you hard as you hugged your father goodbye, feeling him squeeze your extra hard and whisper in your ear that he loved you. To call him anytime you needed him, and that he still supported you no matter what. The little car waiting by the sidewalk in front of your house had Druig and your best friend Makkari at the wheel, both of whom were swatching you say goodbye to your dad. As you were going down the steps of the front porch, Druig rushed out to meet you halfway across the front lawn, taking your suitcase in hand and wrapping his other arm around you to escort you to the car. You even saw him give a look behind you both at the house, a dark look on his face with someone on the tip of his tongue. You just tugged on his leather jacket to get his attention back on you, tears were still evident on your cheeks.

"Just get me home," You murmured, Druig knowing that you meant Ajak's house. That place felt more like home that your real one. He nodded his head and kissed you forehead lovingly as he got you to the car.

As Makkari drove the car onto the main highway, Druig sat with you in the back as you silently cried and he held you close. You told both Makkari and Druig everything, both of them were furious with your mother and Druig wishing to rip her a new one. But he simply held you, letting you cry into his chest and try to release all that pain in the car. You felt safer in the cramped little car than in your own home, which said a lot.

Druig traced the beads on your wrist as you were falling asleep from exhaustion, smiling a bit to see it on your wrist. He would fight tooth and nail for you, and now that he knew your mother wasn't going to hold back her ill feeling towards you and him, Druig would fight her too.

He would fight for the girl in his arms.

The End.

[davishater]

Home For The Holidays Ace Trappola x Reader

Chapter 1

"Now listen up, you pups!" Professor Crewel shouted at his first year class. "I know full well your holiday break is when the majority of you little ones slack off, but be prepared. If any of your potionology assignments are not finished by the time the new semester comes around, you will be severely punished! I assure you, your other teachers will be just as hard on you, if you don't do their assignments as well. Now, I'll go over the schedule of what you'll need to do before going home this evening..."

"Uhg, I'm so bored of this class." A talking grey cat groaned next to me.

"I know, teach really needs to lighten up." I replied with a sigh.

"Right? The bell rang 5 minutes ago! I just wanna go home and see Ma." A boy, with a black spade birth mark on one of his eyes complained on the other side of me.

I smirked at him.

"What, Duecey boy missing his mommy that badly? You a Mama's boy? Gonna cry in her arms telling her how much you missed her?" I mocked.

"Shut up, I don't even got the energy to deal with you."

"Tch, you're no fun. Anyways, Prefect has been pretty quiet for a while n- what the!"

I turn around to where our other worldly friend sat, and low and behold-

"Dude, they're sleeping!"

"What!? Wake them up! If I'm not allowed to sleep in class, then they can't sleep in class, either!"

"Come on Grim, just let them sleep. I'm sure your stupid antics keep them up at night." I tell him.

"What!? I don't do nothin' but sleep!"

"Yeah, yeah ok, and I'm sure your snoring doesn't sound like a train wreck, either."

"Hey, I don't snore!"

"What!? Dude, I slept with you guys! You even talk in your sleep and kick too! You even bruised some of my ribs, kicking me so hard!"

As I said that, I had flashbacks to the first few days of school when I asked Prefect if I could sleep in their room with them. The housewarden of my dorm kicked me out, cause I ate a tinsey little slice of a huge tart that was made for him. He even used his signature spell named, "Off With Your Head!" to seal away my magic. Man, I'm still pretty miphed about that whole thing! I swear, if he ever pulls the same crap he did back then, I'mma slug 'im!

"Huh, really? Now I wish I was awake to see that."

"To see what?"

"To see Ace crying over some bruised ribs." Grim replied blatantly.

"I was not crying."

"Yeah you were."

"How would you have known, you were sleeping, you idiot."

"You said you were crying."

"What!? Do you got selective hearing, or something? I said it hurt, not that I was crying!" I said, giving him a weird look.

"Same thing."

"Wh- how!?"

"Oh that's right, I gotta wake up Yuu."

"Gah! Just leave them alone already!"

I try to stop Grim from jumping out of his seat and waking up the prefect, but fail, all while he scratches at my face and I start screaming at him. Yeah, I forgot class was in session for a hot second...

"Trappola, Grim, Spade is there a problem?"

The three of us jump in shock as the professor slowly calls out our last names.

"N- no sir." The three of us say in unison.

"Then you mutts wouldn't mind staying after class and cleaning everything up, am I correct?"

"Y-yes, sir." We all sighed again.

"Good. Class dismissed! The rest of you mutts are free to go."

And at that moment:

"Huh? W-what did I miss?"

The prefect woke up...

"It's about time you woke up! Now I have to stay and clean up the classroom because of you!"

"What?" They replied, disoriented.

"I didn't even say anything, why am I stuck here too?" Duece pouted.

"Trappola, once the three of you finished cleaning, come find me in the herb garden. I'll have an ointment ready for that cut of yours. For now, just use this tissue to stop the bleeding."

"Yes, sir." I sighed.

_______________________________________

As the three of us walk out of the classroom, after finish cleaning it from top to bottom, we spot the prefect waiting for us outside the door. How nice...

"So why did you three have to stay after class?" The prefect yawned.

"Because you fell asleep in class, that's why!" Grim shouted.

"Dude, quite blaming everyone for your problems!" I shout at him, holding a tissue to my bleeding face.

Duece groans from behind me.

"I didn't even say anything, why did I have to stay, too?" He cries.

"Hey, I'm not the one who fell asleep in class! Tell me, why can Yuu get away with falling asleep, when I'm the one always getting yelled at for sleeping in a class that's too boring! That's what those kinds of classes are for, ain't it?"

"Hey, you're the trouble maker here! Prefect deserves to take a break every once in a while, especially since they've got to babysit you all day!"

"I don't need no babysitter! I've been taking care of myself my whole life and I've turned out just fine!"

"Uh huh, yeah Grim, and that's why you need a babysitter."

"I'll show you, Ace! Starting today, I ain't getting no more help from anyone!" Grim declares.

"Yeah, yeah whatever you say. I gotta go take care of this cut. I'll see you back at the dorm, Duece."

After that, I went to the herb garden to find Professor Crewel.

Masterlist

[wh6res]

UP IN SMOKES — DOYOUNG

psych student! kdy | tw. college au, violence, a knife, GASLIGHTING, hallucination, psychosis, swearing, just pure manipulation, minor charac death, there's a court scene, this is a repost! | wc. 10k she a beast

life could’ve been simple;

you shouldn't have met kim doyoung.

what does a freshman in college hate the most other than the high-stress levels of moving into a new dorm? a shitty roomie and a smelly, moldy mattress. the girl you call roommate refuses to help move the mattress because it will ruin her new manicure. what a fucking classic. 

"sounds like a 'you' problem. figure it out yourself, plain jane." 

she said before heading out, annoyingly popping her bubblegum as she kicks a few of your scattered boxes by the front door. you roll your eyes; classes haven't even started yet, so why is she already making your life miserable? as much as you'd like to snap at her, you don't, merely glaring daggers at her back as she finally turns the corner of the hallway and disappears. 

"bitch," you mutter under your breath. 

you eye the abomination that is supposed to be your bed, cursing how you shouldn't have made a 15-minute pit stop to starbucks for a drink when you could've just bought one from the instant coffee vending machines in every corner of the hallway of this dorm building because if you didn't, maybe you could've beaten regina george wannabe from taking the better bed. sighing, you suck it up and start getting to work. life's full of shit, anyway; no point sulking.

moving a moldy mattress is easier than you thought, to say the least. you can't ask for help from the other freshmen you bumped into in the hallway because they, too, are under a huge amount of stress from the move and are busy getting their affairs in order. it was a good thing, though, that a committee was formed specifically for this day to help out the freshmen if they were to stumble upon problems or mishaps with moving in. they were all around the campus, and they prove to be way friendlier than your batch mates. since this morning, three people have already offered help in carrying your luggage — which you have politely declined.

"hey, uhm… is this the stall for the welcoming committee? oh, wait. i'm sorry, there's a sign right there —"ugh.

you mentally shut your eyes in humiliation. why do you have to be this bad, this awkward at communicating with strangers? why couldn't you be born like all those socialites who already (probably) got their contacts filled with new numbers on the first day of school or something?

"yeah, this is them — welcoming committee, i mean. how can i help you?" he smiles, sweet, radiating the epitome boy next door aura as he looks up at you from where he's sitting behind the stall. your eyes quickly land onto the name tag stuck on his varsity jacket before meeting his eyes again. 

"i have an issue with my mattress. it has mold, you see..." your voice slowly trails, becoming quieter as you feel small under the weight of his piercing stare. oh, come on. he's just a guy with a beautiful face, woman the fuck up.

"really? let me see..."

he needn't finish rounding the stall when his nose is hit by the pungent smell brought forth by your mattress. frankly, you weren't that picky. you could've covered it with bedsheets and call it a day, but the odor is too strong to ignore. you mentally hope the smell didn't latch onto your clothes, especially not when someone so cute is around — what a bad first impression.

"oh, god!" he exclaims the moment he lays eyes on it, taking a step back. “now, that has to go. and you lugged it from the fourth floor?" 

ah, yes. according to tradition in these dormitories, which you've only found out today, freshmen get the curse of climbing four flights of stairs up while the seniors strut into their rooms on the ground floor like the hallway is a goddamned runway. 

"doyoung! help me carry these!"

someone calls his name as you both turn your head to spot a chestnut-haired girl clad in the same varsity jacket he's wearing. you grimace at the sight of her. for someone so small, she just had to volunteer to carry all those heavy bags. however, he doesn't move in front of you and brushes her off as if she doesn't look like she's carrying rocks over her shoulders. "i'm already helping someone else! go find taeyong or something. i'm sure that shit's loitering around here somewhere!"

"oh, it's okay, you can go help her. i'll just look for someone else —"

"nah, it's fine!" you try hard to school your face into indifference when you notice his gummy smile. "plus… trust me when i say no other person from the committee will help you with this. this shit smells like my roommate's sweaty basketball socks!"

you can't help the smile forming on your face as you help him carry the mattress off to the side of the hallway, the stinky thing leaning vertically against the wall and behind a huge terracotta plant pot. "don't worry, let's report it to student affairs so they'll get you a new one. congrats! you'll have to share beds with your new roommate tonight, freshie. it'd be a great ice breaker."

the universe truly hates you.

your expression must've been a dead give away because he's suddenly patting your shoulder, regarding you with utmost sympathy. "been there, done that. i hated taeyong, too, when i met him last year. still, for some mind fuck of a miracle, we've grown to be friends and developed a talent of not wanting to kill each other every two seconds."

"highly doubt i'd be friends with a regina george-level bitch, but thanks, anyway," you mutter under your breath. suddenly, you whip your head towards him after internalizing what he just said. "you met your roommate last year? you're a sophomore?"

he scoffs, leaning down to your height to lowly mutter against your ear as he eyes the lobby's front desk. "why? do i look like some 4th year who radiates 'don't touch me' energy?" 

you feel the heat on your cheeks with how close he is, only releasing an exhale when he finally gets out of your personal space. "i'm kim doyoung. you've heard it from wendy earlier, but anyway — i'm a 2nd-year psych major."

"no way!" you exclaim, a little too excited. "i'm taking psych, too!"

"oh, you are? well, if you need anything or if you don't understand stuff…" he winks. "feel free to approach me anytime."

hmm… how sweet of him. 

it was only hours later that you found out who kim doyoung is in your department during the acquaintance party. and for god's sake, you found out from your best friend who is a major in english lit and has never even seen the guy. "seriously, you didn't know he's a genius? i hear the professors call him a prodigy, girl! a fucking prodigy. if i were you, i'd ask for his help in every subject."

"you know i prefer keeping to myself. how'd i know stuff like that when i have no one to talk to in the psych dorms?" you look down, making the ice cubes in your drink clink against each other. "i didn't think he was this big shot or whatever. he looks normal, and everyone treats him normally."

"well, what do you expect?" she hisses, hitting your arm. "the other students don't want to make him feel alienated or something just because he's tons smarter than them. but anyway… the real question is…"

you roll your eyes when she pauses for effect, tentatively leaning closer to whisper under her breath. 

"is he cute?"

you didn't want to answer her question, but he's been stuck in your head since he offered walking with you to the student affairs office. doyoung had smiled his cute gummy smile and had even ruffled your hair before leaving you for committee duties — saying he's cute would be an understatement. 

"you have no idea."

for his first act;

he gains your trust.

fast forward to one year, many things have changed, but the only constant remaining is the handsome sophomore — who is now a 3rd-year, by the way — whom you've met on your first day. coursework has been pretty tough this year. instead of the content written in your textbook, your mind is plagued by the horrible twist of fate your best friend had encountered; she didn't have enemies. or so you thought.

she disappeared in the middle of christmas break last year. her beaten up body was found only a month later, in january, floating around the university's lake. happy fucking new year. 

the first time she chose to spend the holidays with you instead of her family back in her hometown, and that happens? some rotten luck you both have. it's why you didn't put it past her family to hate your guts with strong convictions. it's okay. the feeling's mutual. after all, it had been your best friends' own family, the same ones who had been so willing to take you in when you got kicked out, that were so eager to pin you as the murderer of their child. all under the argument that you have been the last person seen with her. 

oh, the things her mom said about you when she had stormed into the police station, red in the face, tears streaming down her cheeks..."i warned my baby not to hang out with that — that bitch. came straight out of a cursed family, that one. abusive dad, a nutjob mom. that bitch is a danger! probably got her dad's nasty temper and beat my baby to death! i want her on the electric chair!"

in those times, you once again realize this world is fucked up and cruel in every bit of its glory as you fought tooth and nail to defend yourself. but even then, they never believed you — the law will only favor the rich . the prosecution had been so sure it was you until a certain witness appeared and presented himself before the jury.

"do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?" 

doyoung raises his right hand, fixing his stare straight at the judge. "i solemnly and sincerely declare that the evidence i shall give will be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."

"how long have you known the defendant?" the prosecutor asks, arms crossed in front of her chest as she paces in front of the witness stand.

the boy briefly meets your gaze, and it's enough to make his heart sink. doyoung can't bear seeing you in those grey overalls when he knows it himself. you're being accused of a crime you didn't commit. "i've known her for one year."

"how'd you meet?"

and the questions went on and on; your defense attorney isn't all too keen on winning the case and had never once yelled "objection!" in her seat, but what could you expect? all the evidence kept stacking against you, and some of those you knew were even fabricated. you've never felt this hopeless in your whole twenty years of living. 

"what's the point in this, anyway?" doyoung snapped in the witness stand, fiercely glaring at the prosecutor. "how is my history — or lack thereof — with the defendant any relevant to the case? you're not even asking me about evidence nor what my statement is!"

"easy there," the prosecutor retaliates, jaw locked. "i have to first measure what exactly your relationship is with the defendant for us to think twice about your statement. who knows..." the prosecutor makes a grand gesture of turning her head in your direction, affixing you with a condescending stare. "she might've just hired you to say these things."

your attorney doesn't come to your aid.

"perjury isn't my thing." 

the prosecutor seems to have taken offense by the tone of doyoung's voice, but he doesn't let her speak further. "the victim isn't all sunshine and rainbows, you know. she'd been a part of a sorority and one with quite a nasty reputation in the college, too. i have to say she made very poor decisions, ones i'm sure her family didn't even know about. you see, they take their oaths and pledges very seriously. the victim wanted out. they didn't like that."

"and you have evidence to support this claim?"

without a moment to waste, he digs around the front pocket of his jeans before proudly presenting a black usb between his slender fingers. "knock yourself out."

the professor calls your name, snapping you out of your reverie. this isn't the first time your mind had transported you back to that particular day in the courtroom, where doyoung had swooped in and saved you from a lifetime in prison. the whole ordeal had been so scary, so frightening that you remember everything vividly as if it had only happened yesterday.

the classroom is empty. even your social psych professor has long packed up his stuff and is already standing by the classroom door. damn. were you that out of it?

"i'm so sorry." you mutter under your breath monotonously as you walk past him and out the door without another word. this is bad, very bad. no one would help, much less lend their notes to someone charged with murder — especially of their very own best friend. whether you were innocent or not doesn't matter to the student body. you've been ostracized, gossips of your problematic family spreading like wildfire, and the ridiculous part is only a fourth of the gossips are true.

the damage is done. 

at this point, you realize with a heavy heart that you have to face doyoung again sooner or later. you haven't talked to him at all since the start of the new school year, ignoring his lighthearted greetings in the hallways, rejecting his calls, ghosting his texts. you are afraid people would judge him harshly for hanging around you. frankly, you were embarrassed to ask any more favors from him with how much he's done for you already and the fact that he had seen you in such a state of vulnerability.

but you also didn't want to fail your subjects and lose the one thing holding your life together — your scholarship.

that is why you found yourself standing before him, in his favorite spot in the library tucked behind shelves upon shelves of books, next to the windows overlooking the empty football field. he's wearing black-rimmed glasses and is clad in the usual navy blue sweater as his head turns to and fro between a textbook and his notebook. the air had been so silent, you hear the aggressive scratches his pencil makes against the paper.

you feel a little hurt when he makes no move to acknowledge your presence, but you think back to what you have been doing and figured he has a right to act this way. 

"hey, doyoung." your voice is meek, hesitant.

"if you're not here to explain nor give me an acceptable reason why you've been ignoring me for the last few months, then please get out of my sight. i'm busy, as you can tell." he is brutally honest, knocking down the remaining hope you have left of ever reconciling with him.

something within you snaps, the steady streams of tears running down your cheeks as you pinned your stare on doyoung's open pencil case lying on the table. you have nobody left. your family — father, specifically speaking — has disowned you for taking a course your heart wanted, and the one friend you have lies motionless in a white coffin buried six feet under the ground. you didn't want to lose doyoung, too, no matter what role he plays in your life.

"i'm sorry," your voice cracks. "life's been… fucking shitty, and i'm sure you of all people know what i've been through. i've thanked you before for — for what you did, and i'm thanking you again right now but — i'm sorry, i'm really —"

your voice cracks when you feel him pulling you into an embrace. you feel the tension in your body breaking loose as you crumble in his arms. all those months grieving and wallowing in self-pity took such a heavy toll that you can't help but tightly clutch the sides of his hoodie, scared he'll slip through your fingers.

one of his hands comes up to push your face against the crook of his neck, muffling your cries in the silent library. doyoung felt like a jerk for snapping at you the way he did. how inconsiderate can he be? however, he felt elated because you sought him out yourself and wanted his help of all people.

his eyebrow raises in amusement. 

well, not that you have a choice, anyway.

it took you a few good minutes to calm down, cringing when you see the wet patch on doyoung's sweater because of your tears. 

"why don't you tell me everything, hmm? i'll help you as much as i can."

you sheepishly look down, fiddling with your fingers as you sit across him, the open textbook and notebook before him long forgotten. "well, i've been so out of it lately? my mind's just a whole bloody mess and i can't focus on any of my subjects at all and if i can't, then i'll lose the scholarship and it's the only thing i have in my life right now —"

"hey," doyoung cuts you off, placing a warm hand against your forearm to calm you down. "you won't lose that scholarship. trust me, okay? why don't we arrange tutoring sessions and i'll even lend you some of my notes from last year. what do you think?"

"okay... thank you, doyoung."

"for the record, you have me in your life, too. i'll always be here for you."

in the first session, you woke up from your deep slumber with only 15 minutes to spare from the scheduled time, but thankfully, your tutor only lives one floor down with the rest of the 3rd-years. bringing nothing with you but a pen and a pad of paper, your textbooks were destroyed as some students from your batch thought it'd be fun to throw them into the lake to "honor" your friend. 

you offer a small smile when taeyong opens the door, sporting an oversized shirt and track pants, eyes wide in shock when he sees you. "hi? can i help you?"

"hello! i'm here for doyoung. he's tutoring —"

"he doesn't live here anymore. his mom bought him a place outside the campus."

what?

"i'm sorry for disturbing you, then. do you by any chance know where he lives?"

that's weird. doyoung never mentioned he's already moved out. you feel a wee bit irritated that he forgot to tell you; it would've saved you the embarrassment of interacting with the varsity player. you weren't stupid, you can see the hints of repulsion in taeyong's eyes the moment he opened that door and saw you standing before him, no doubt thinking about: oh, look, it's the crazy murderer with a fucked up family standing in front of me.

he had shut the door in your face. you stood awkwardly for a good minute in the hallway until the door reopens, taeyong handing you a small piece of paper with doyoung's new address scribbled hurriedly in black ink. he doesn't give you a chance to thank him for he's already closed the door again without another word. 

you opted walking to his place instead of catching a ride because the money you have on you is enough to buy yourself dinner. to say the least, the apartment building is mediocre, not too grand, nor is it too rundown. double-checking the floor level written on the paper before pushing the elevator's button, you then realize doyoung lives on the very top floor of the building.

the hallways are painted a boring brown. some acrylic number signs plastered on the doors are broken, hanging vertically with one screw left. it says on the paper he resides in room 720. taking the right hallway, you mentally count as you eye the mahogany doors. 718… 719… there it is!

when you raise a fist to start knocking on his door, there is a tinge of hesitation surging through you. perhaps being alone with a boy in his apartment is not the best setting for a girl like you should end up in, but this is doyoung we're talking about. if he had ill intentions for you, it would've manifested a long time ago. you shake your head, feeling bad for thinking of him that way as you slowly knock on his front door. not long after, it swings open, revealing the 3rd-year in a white shirt and boxers as he lazily dries his hair off with a small towel. 

"you're late," is the first thing he says to you before spinning on his heel to disappear further into his humble abode. 

"you didn't exactly inform me you've moved out of the dorms. so, whose fault is it?" you retaliate, inviting yourself in and closing the front door shut.

"whatever. let's get started!" he plops himself on the floor, coffee table filled with loose papers as he struggles to find a specific one amongst the mess. "i've already scanned, exported to pdf, and emailed you my notes. it should be in your inbox by now. anyway, answer this quiz i made so i know what i'll be working on."

"you didn't really have to send your notes, doyoung. i could've just read everything from the textbook," you sit down across from him because otherwise, you'll be too distracted to remember information. 

a thought crosses his mind. with what textbook?

"i just think it's missing some essence. that's why i love reading over other psych books in the library for fun. be grateful, those notes are like my babies and i don't simply give them to anyone," he looks at you pointedly. "they've all been summarized and explained in layman's terms so you wouldn't have to spend grueling hours of reading and trying to make sense of the big words as i did — i know that's not the definition of 'fun' normally, but it is for me, and that's why i do it."

"okay, doyoung. you sound so defensive when there's nothing to be defensive about," you tease, feeling pleased with the hint of red on his cheeks as he averts his gaze from yours, muttering incoherent words under his breath.

you spent the following tuesdays, thursdays, and sundays like that; hours upon hours with no one but your tutor, laptops with tangled chargers, a printed copy of his babies, and a mountain pile of loose papers filled with the specialized quizzes doyoung makes to measure your progress. the location varies from a cafe or his flat. but in what you've gathered from the time you spent with him, doyoung's a homebody. cafe tutor sessions are rare, and he always complained about how "noisy" the atmosphere was — "i can't stand it."

but the conversation hadn't always been about academics. 

sure, for the first few sessions, doyoung kept an image of professionalism and had heavily insisted on it — "it's for your learning experience!" — despite your lighthearted teasing. but as time passed and he eventually grew more comfortable in your presence, you find the strict 15-minute break he had initially imposed between 45 minutes of studying turned into hours of talking about whatever; how he likes his eggs in the morning, your favorite coffee brew, his favorite show, your strongest pet peeve. 

and you wholly welcomed the change, not minding that it's practically dark out whenever you go back to your miserable dorm. you feel butterflies in your stomach whenever doyoung offers to walk you home but never had you taken his offer, still cautious of other people seeing you both together despite his constant reassurances. you've already thoroughly ruined your image. you didn't want to ruin his, too. 

kdy the cute tutor, 2:14 pm —last day of midterms! & its all majors today  —good luck —remember what i taught u —lets get ice cream after u cant say no

you shake your head bemusedly. his texting style is the most doyoung thing he does and it's as if you can hear him say these things to you in real life. too caught up in your own world, you fail to detect another student sitting next to you and had nearly fallen off your chair in shock when they spoke.

"why are your notes like that?"

you fight the urge to glare at the person, especially when you turn your head and see lee jeno looking at you in genuine curiosity. he's the only batchmate that treats you a wee bit nicer among the rest. although he isn't technically your friend, at least he doesn't look at you like you're a piece of bubblegum stuck under his shoe like all the others.

"what do you mean?"

"they're… the definitions are all jumbled up. where did you even get that?" 

what? jumbled up? doyoung himself said these notes are a combination of most of the psychology books he had read last year concerning his subjects. how would it be jumbled up? then again, lee jeno was not tutored by the prodigy himself. maybe things are bound to seem "jumbled up" when information is too great to understand for a feeble mind. 

just as you were about to claim these notes aren't yours, the professor has already waltzed into the classroom with a thick wad of papers — the exams. after one last concerned glance directed your way, jeno averts his gaze with a confused tilt of the head. 

hours later, you walk out of the classroom with the biggest smile on your face. aced it, you thought. your hands feel numb with how much you wrote on the essay portion but it's worth it if it meant you get the full 25 points, which you no doubt will as it was a topic you surely tackled with doyoung. speaking of... he sure is a man of his word.

"what are you doing here?" you hiss, head ducked with hair framing your face as to not draw attention from the rest of the students filing out of the testing hall.

"i texted you that we're getting ice cream. remember?"

"i did. but i didn't remember agreeing."

he shoots you a comforting smile, planting his hands firmly on your shoulder. “i told you, y/n. i don't care if they all see us together, so what? we all know you didn't commit that crime and it wasn't your fault you were born into the family you had. i don't care about the trivial things, baby, so don't shy away from me, okay?"

how the fuck can you say 'no' when he's looking at you the way he is as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear? doyoung's just so bewitching that he has you wrapped around his slender fingers. he seems pleased when you stumbled over your words as you come up with a reply, caught off guard by his bold gestures.

"i just — you, uhh — fine..." you gave in, rolling your eyes out of pretense.

he just had to call you 'baby' and erupt the butterflies in your stomach.

it had been doing that for the last few months now and it had only truly manifested today when he took you out for ice cream to celebrate the end of hell week. and since you didn't want to go back to your dorm yet, you asked if you guys can watch some movies in his house but it had simply become background noise to your heart-to-heart talks. and what better accompaniment than the classic, chicken and beer?

you listen to him drone on and on about the little realizations he had on some of his past lectures even when you barely understood anything he's saying. doyoung's so lucky to be extremely good at something he's so passionate about, talks about the human mind and the complexity of a person's behavior will never fail to make his eyes light up in interest.

he calls out your name.

your eyes snap open.

"why don't we get you home? it's past 10 and it's alright, stupid, you don't need to pretend to be interested in my psychological findings." he chuckled light-heartedly, stealing the can of the now room-temperature beer from your hands before you can protest. 

"i wasn't dozing off, i swear."

"i caught you in the act. stop lying."

like all the other times he has you as his guest, doyoung once again offers to walk you home and you decline for the thousandth time. it really isn't that much of a long walk anyway. you don't see the need for him to go out of his way to secure your safety. plus, you were the one who insisted on hanging out in his house anyway. you weren't that thick-skinned to let him take you home, too.

"you're drunk!" he scolds.

“no, i’m not. i can perfectly handle myself."

"but —"

"bye!" 

you feel a little guilty for shutting the door in his face. still, a minute longer of his persistence and you would've taken his offer. unfortunately for doyoung, you are one stubborn girl. only if you don't make brisk movements with your head, then you won't see doubles. you'll be fine, it's just a quick walk and it's not as if you're stupid enough to pass by deserted alleys. 

but you had underestimated the divine prowess of your fucked up fate.

everything happened in a matter of three seconds; one, the blinding headlights illuminate your path from behind; two, you hear the loud honk, and as you turn around — three, the vehicle sends you rolling against the asphalt.

you should have taken the alleyways.

for his second act;

he alters your reality.

when you open your eyes, you thought you were dead and your spirit is wandering elsewhere — because you don't believe in trivial things like heaven and god — until an agitated doyoung comes into view. for a split second, you thought, is he dead, too?

"i'm not dead, you idiot." too dazed, you hardly register his anger. "i can perfectly handle myself, she said. i'm not drunk, she said. this wouldn't have happened if you had simply let me walk you home! you're damn fucking lucky you're alive and breathing right now!"

a person clears their throat.

"i don't think it wise to… nag at the patient the moment she wakes. don't you agree, sir?"

pink splotches on doyoung's cheek as he looks down, embarrassed at getting scolded as he stands closer to your bed. "i'm sorry, doc."

you didn't know when your vision cleared or when you started hearing normally again, but it was enough to find out what exactly had transpired on the very night of your tragic accident. a hit and run. fifty-fifty chance of surviving. doyoung getting a call from the hospital in the middle of the night —"they were trying to contact your dad, but he wasn't answering. i was the last person in your call history." 

six months in a coma. but today, you wake… only to find out your world has crashed and burned.

"what do you mean i lost my scholarship?"

"baby, listen to me —"

"why did they take it away? is it because of my accident? i'm behind by one term only and i swear i can catch up. they need to let me back in the program. there must've been some mistake —"

"your gpa didn't reach the cut-off grade."

that can't be possible.

"but you tutored me!" you claim with conviction, pointing an accusatory finger at him until you groan, bowing in pain as you clutch your head.

doyoung springs into action. the chair's legs screech against the tiles as he jumps to your aid, ushering you gently back against the hospital bed despite your refusal. "you're not well. lay back down, please."

you don't hear a single word he says, not when you had lost something so crucial. "i put in the effort and learned everything you taught me... i aced those fucking mid-terms! i know i did!" you were on the brink of tearing up as doyoung settled himself in front of you.

"i… i actually saw your papers," his lips set in a thin, hard-line. "everything was all wrong, sweetheart. what happened to you? i tried reasoning with the professors, mentioned your state — you know, with your best friend dying — but they didn't relent. i'm sorry y/n. i'm so —"

gone. everything is gone. the money. the dorm. what if they ask you to pay the fees from last year? what if they ask you to pay the tuition fee for this year? you have no money, no family, no relatives. no one to help. who's even going to pay for the hospital fees?

you weren't able to process anything after that. not with the sudden news of your now revoked scholarship. doyoung pulls you in a tight hug. "i was a bad tutor," he says, snapping you out of it. "maybe i shouldn't have pushed you that hard to learn them. why were your answers even mixed up y/n? i thought you knew those topics already…"

he pulls away, observing your confused state as your eyes dart everywhere in the room. "what — how are they mixed up? i know i got them right. there has to be some mistake. you taught me those topics, remember?"

"i did... "he averts his gaze. "but i don't remember teaching them to you mixed up, darling. i think you did that all on your own."

"but… why would i mix up my answers? that's —"

"see, what i mean?" he cuts you off, raising a hand to give your cheek the most delicate caress. "you're not well, baby. you need to be treated, especially with how much you hit your head during the accident. don't worry, i'm here. we'll try asking if you can stay in the dorms at least until you find another place —"

"am i a charity case to you?"

oh, the surprise on the junior's face when you push him away as you pin him with a hard stare. you just don't get it. why is kim doyoung so adamant about helping you? in becoming your hero, even when you never asked him to be? if you let him help you this time around, that'll be the 3rd time he came to save your ass. it's not as if you're ungrateful. simply, you've had enough of his help. you don't know how a person like you, who literally has nothing, can return the favor to someone like doyoung.

"what are you saying —"

"i'm saying…" you fix him a hard stare. "you helping me out doesn't even benefit you in the slightest. so why do you do it?"

he pauses, staring at you with hesitance in his eyes as this seems to be the very first time you've truly seen him speechless. when doyoung opens his mouth, he mumbles, and you hardly make sense of what he said. 

"do you really want to know why?" 

you urge him on with an arched eyebrow, his softened tone creeping into your heart. 

"you're someone special to me y/n. i don't know how or when i admitted it to myself, but you are, and it hurts me to see how shitty your luck is," he cracks a small grin, slowly settling back onto the hospital bed as he grabs your hand. "it's okay to seek help from others. it isn't a sign of vulnerability or weakness. i help you because i want to, and i'm more than willing to take care of you. will you let me?"

you're not blind. you've noticed the way he had slowly started coming closer as he continued to speak, hands held securely in his as he looked straight at your eyes then down at your lips. and so, you act in a way you know that will surely answer his question — with a kiss. 

the man before you immediately reciprocates, overpowering your own eagerness as he curls the tips of his fingers into the roots of your hair. he pulls you close, cradling you against his chest. you can taste his desperation in the way his tongue dances against yours, the kiss transporting you into an alternate reality where your world revolves around doyoung and doyoung alone. 

when he pulls away bleary-eyed, both of you ignore the thin strand of saliva connecting your lips. "how about you come live with me for the time being, my love?"

still high off his kiss and natural scent, you hardly mull over the question he asks you. "okay."

days later, after you've been discharged (he wanted to chip in for your hospital bills but you had given him a firm no), doyoung had been the one to show up at the dorm to collect all your things after leaving you in his apartment. the cutie had refused to simply drop you off and had deliberately accompanied you up the elevator, through the halls, and finally into his apartment. 

"i'll be out for just a minute, sugarcube."

"oh, can you get take out?"

doyoung had smiled, playfully booping the tip of your nose. "no, because i'll be cooking for us tonight as a little celebration for you getting discharged. you'll love it; i'm making your favorite!"

it was funny how the night had been nothing but utter bliss. the foreign feeling of being taken care of sprouting in your chest as you watch him cooking from behind the counter. it felt… nice. but funny enough, as if doing a 360, you both had immediately gotten into an argument the next day. 

"i don't see the need for skipping another day if i feel perfectly fine! i'll figure something out once we get there, doyoung, so can we just —"

"you' re not fine, babylove — hell, you got discharged yesterday! i'm not just about to let you back into the arena with those students. they've only grown more immature since your coma, love. i seriously don't want you near them."

"fine! then i won't talk to them. simple." you throw your hands up. "there. problem solved. now, can we please just go to uni? i need to talk to the dean and the head of student affairs, too —"

"i'm going to uni, not you."

maybe it had been the way he firmly stated his claim, the way his eyes pierced through your soul as if daring you to argue further with him that made you snap.

"i'm not a prisoner in this apartment, doyoung! don't treat me like i have the plague! i'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself — jesus christ, i've been doing it nearly half my fucking life!"

too caught up in your anger, you've failed to notice the tears pouring down his face as he sets his gaze on the floor. 

"you're right," his voice cracks. "i shouldn't be pushy like that. i'm sorry. you just mean so much to me and i'm so scared of losing you again. with your coma — i just — it's like i was fighting a losing battle each day that passed when i saw you in that hospital bed. i've never felt so scared in my whole life and i hated myself for not being able to protect you that night."

his tears run like waterfalls, and when you step forward with your arms wide open, doyoung sobs harder as he pulls you against him. you hardly comprehend what he says as he spoke, shaking against your frail body as you felt his tears stain your blouse. "i'm sorry, i never should've dictated what you felt — i'm so sorry."

"no, it's okay. i was feeling a little lightheaded, anyway. i'll stay here and i can come back to school next semester, right? doyoung? just… please stop crying."

he lifts his head, staring at you with bloodshot eyes before giving your forehead a kiss. you let a relieved sigh escape your lips, melting into his warmth as you prop your chin on his shoulder. if you had only been more attentive, you would've seen the reflection of his wicked grin on the tabletops. too easy.

living with him became a blur after that incident. everything fell into a routine for the next four days as you spent the day watching netflix, eating, reading, sleeping. nothing felt fun anymore. but your peaceful life had ceased during the fifth night — the whispers, they woke you up. you can hear them from behind your door at night, and when you rouse awake, you see doyoung walking around the hallway from the tiny gap at the bottom of the door. you had sighed, falling back into your plush bed as you pray to god, he keeps it down. 

but what he told you the next day rendered you speechless. "me, walking around the hallways? whispers?" he says, confused. "i was already asleep, love. knocked out cold the moment my body fell on the bed."

"but…"

he doesn't spare you a glance as he takes his sweet time skimming through his notes on the dining table, coffee in one hand. "maybe it's just the meds kicking in."

"no, surely it was real! i literally woke up in the middle of the night," you repeat. "it's okay if it was you, doyoung. i'm not mad."

he sets his coffee mug down a little too loud. 

"well, you can't be mad at me, sugar, because like i said — it wasn't me," it doesn't take a genius to notice he's awfully cranky today. you observe him, dark half-moons under his eyes as he relentlessly reads his notes with instant coffee in one hand. 

"you're just imagining things, okay? stop acting crazy."

for some reason, the way he had uttered certain words like 'imagining' and 'crazy' made you curl into your seat in embarrassment. he was right that your doctor did prescribe a generous amount of pills per day, but his tone made it feel off, made you feel like there was something wrong with you even when there wasn't… 

right?

you didn't say a word after that and had hesitantly pecked him on the cheek before he left for school. with the amount of time you're with him, two things stood out to you — his keen sense of observation and his knack for reading people. you highly doubt he didn't notice a shift in your behavior but a part of you thinks it's just the stress talking. he is about to take his finals and had recently started on his research paper. 

every psych student is required to present a paper in accordance with the department's annual theme. it could be anything from proposing a theory (if you dare) to constructing a well-developed psychology model. if you don't turn one in, you don't graduate — the paper's that important, and you've been bugging him for so long about sneaking a peek on what his study is about. but he always refused. 

the next week came rolling around, and both of you had been spending every day together due to the semestral break. the arguments have significantly lessened, but your episodes — eventually, you started calling it that way because that's how doyoung labels it — have only gotten worse. you end up moving out of the guest room and into his. privacy be damned. the whispers stopped momentarily but what came next became your imminent downfall.

the first time you heard it, you thought you were dreaming. but the doorknob kept rattling aggressively even as you sat up. just as you climb off the bed, your half-asleep boyfriend asks where you're going. 

"bathroom," you lied.

you were always the one to snort when it comes to the supernatural, claiming it's all bullshit. yet, as whatever outside continues to fight its way inside the room, the rattling progressing into loud bangs against the door, you're not so sure of your beliefs anymore. you're not crazy. nothing is wrong with you, and you're perfectly fine. this apartment is cursed, and you are going to prove that to doyoung.

grabbing your phone from the bedside table, you turn the flash on, pointing the camera at the door as you take a footage of the mad entity that has been playing games with you. a squeal escapes your lips when a particular bang! reverberates louder in the room than all the others. the phone slips your hand, falling onto the floorboards. you don't bother to retrieve it as you scramble to get yourself back under the blanket and into doyoung's comfortable warmth.

you snuggle yourself plush against his chest, shaking as you wrap your arms around his waist, inhaling his natural scent to anchor you back. 

bang! bang! bang!

you didn't get a wink of sleep last night.

"can't the video wait? there's a new episode of start-up, and i want to watch it already!" he whines, shoving his face further on the throw pillow situated on your lap.

you giggle, shaking your head as you scroll through your gallery to find the video. i'm not imagining things. i'm not hallucinating. i'm not crazy. "here! watch... i'm telling you this apartment is haunted, and the ghost probably likes you, which is why it doesn't bother you —"

your lighthearted rambling cuts off when you notice no sound emitting from your phone. weird. you could've sworn you started recording right when the loud banging has already started. your heart drops upon the wary stare doyoung shoots you before he continues to watch the video. 

no, no, no, no — please!

you quickly scoot over to his side, watching as the video unfolds before your very eyes. the shot was messy as the phone was handheld, not to mention you were panicking at the time. but the video is silent. not a single noise of a rattling doorknob or banging on the door can be heard through your phone's speakers. 

"maybe — maybe you didn't turn the volume up?"

you hardly contain the mortification in your face when you realize the volume's at 100 already. and as if on cue, your squeal is heard in the video and the noise of the phone hitting the floor.

doyoung's silence shakes your whole being. as you kneel before him teary-eyed, your voice breaks. "i swear, i'm not crazy."

but at this point, you don't believe yourself anymore.

for his third and final act;

he triumphs.

his deprivation began in minuscule ripples. 

it didn't take much effort on doyoung's end to convince you to stop studying for a year or two, at least, only until your hallucinations aren't as severe anymore. everyday felt like hell on earth as the fine line between what's real and what isn't has blurred over one too many times. in sheer paranoia of accidentally hurting him in his sleep, you moved out of his bedroom and had started sleeping in the guest room again — much to doyoung's frustration. 

but he's a smart man, one that recognizes an opportunity amidst the hurdles thrown on his path.

"why does my door need a lock outside again?"

he approaches you, who’s sitting cross-legged on the bed, after screwing in the last of the screws that came with the new doorknob. doyoung is familiar with the look written on your face, has observed and studied you enough to navigate his way inside your pretty little head with ease.

he can't have you doubting him, can he?

"you know i'm all about protecting you, right?" he starts. you nodded. "i've been doing it for a year now, and i will continue to do so until you need me to. the world is a bad place, sweetheart, remember? your own best friend's mother tried framing you. your dad disowned you. you've been ostracized in the whole college... do you think i'm just like the rest of them, baby?"

doyoung has already mastered the perfect expression of a kicked-puppy, one that easily pulls at your heartstrings and has you cooing at him.

"no!" you say with conviction, reaching forward to thread your fingers through his. "i know you're different, not like any of them at all. i know you're only doing what's… best for me."

he ignores the underlying hesitance in your tone. that will be corrected, sooner or later.

doyoung tightens his hold as he kisses the back of your hand. such an innocent gesture — but such ill intentions.

"the outside lock helps me in protecting you, love. you don't need to worry about anything. just focus on getting better, alright? i'll keep the bad guys away from you."

it was during his first semester of senior year, a few months back, doyoung and a good few students of his batch had been granted the opportunity to intern for a mental hospital located near the edge of the city. he was supposed to decline the offer but you convinced him to take the spot. it had only been a two-week “job” yet it was enough for doyoung to conclude — he’d rather kill you than subject you to the horrors of what the patients have to go through in the loony bin. 

eventually, the small ripples shift into unforgiving waves, dragging you into the depths as everything comes crashing down before your very own eyes.

it should have been like any other day inside the apartment. doyoung's already gone in the morning to attend classes. though not before setting a tray of your brunch on the nightstand, making sure to lock your door on his way out. he knew your nightmares and anxiety kept you up at night, resulting in longer hours of sleep during the day. 

turns out, you moving out of his bedroom had been a blessing in disguise. coming home to an empty apartment has become his biggest fear yet, and you unconsciously found a solution for him. one that doesn’t have him fidgeting on his seat as he counts down the minutes ‘til he’s back by your side.

doyoung smiles unconsciously as he listens to his professor drone on and on in front of him — his mind at peace, knowing you're safe and sound in your little prison.

until he received a text that made his blood run cold.

ty, 11:34 am —im done.

meanwhile, you rouse awake once more to thunderous poundings against your bedroom door. oh no, you thought. it's happening again. this time, there'll be no doyoung barging into your room, half-asleep and hair messy, as he tries to calm you down. you throw the blankets over you as you sob, hugging your legs against your chest as you try to 'wake yourself up' from the hallucination.

the person outside calls for your name, the desperation in their tone alighting a new-found fear in your heart. you don't know what's real anymore. is this truly happening, or is it another hallucination your fucked up mind has conjured up?

"please! it's taeyong! y/n, can you hear me?"

taeyong?

slowly, your head peaks above the blanket, warily staring at the door. doyoung has warned you about these kinds of things, has practically ingrained in your mind that whoever comes looking for you will take you away from him. not to mention, doyoung slipped one time and said he isn’t friends with taeyong anymore.

the banging on the door progresses.

“are you in there? answer me! i can’t find the key!”

you don’t say anything, merely pushing the covers off your body as you keep your eyes fixed on the beating door. it looks like it’s about to pop out its hinges as taeyong relentlessly fights his way inside your room. what are you going to do? do you open the door? oh. right. you can’t do that on your own accord. the key is with doyoung and he isn’t in the apartment at the moment.

all your thoughts come to a halt when the boy outside sends the door flying open, finally breaking the lock with one powerful kick. you flinch back, his actions pushing you on your feet, wanting to place a maximum amount of distance from the intruder. 

taeyong looks frantic, disheveled as he immediately notices your alarmed state. he approaches you cautiously, hands up to show his empty palms. “hey, hey… it’s just me, y/n. i’m not going to hurt you. i’m not the enemy here.”

“doyoung doesn’t know you’re here, does he?”

the look of surprise on his face is an answer in itself. for someone doyoung had proudly claimed to have “broken” you’re still quite quick to catch up on things, taeyong observed. and he doesn’t know what to feel about it — pity? guilt?

“that’s not important!” he claims, boldly surging forward to grasp your shoulders with a firm grip. taeyong felt his heart dropping when you flinch under his grasp. 

“listen to me. we need to get you out of here. doyoung isn’t — he isn’t everything you thought he is!” he can’t help but raise his voice, panic surging through him because there’s not much time left and you aren’t exactly cooperating. you’ve been trying to shrug off his hold the whole time. 

“do you think he actually loves you?”

“he does! stop saying bullshit!”

“doyoung never loved anyone and you want to know why? because he’s too in love with his research to care for anything else!” taeyong felt bad to have been so direct, especially when he sees the tears now falling freely down your cheeks. “listen to me, y/n! i’m not the enemy! if there’s anyone you should be pushing away, it’s doyoung! he turned you into his lab rat! you are nothing but a variable in his study! don’t you get it?”

taeyong grabs a firm but gentle hold of your head, trying to make you look at him straight in the eye for the gravity of what he’s about to say to you.

“doyoung had his eye on you since sophomore year. i told him this was a bad idea and that he should change the topic of the research and he was. fucking hell, he was about to scrap the whole thing until your bestfriend died and did you know what that psycho told me? that it was a sign for him to continue the research! and i’ve been pestering him so much that he moved out because he claimed i was going to get in the way of his discovery.

tell you what, if you can tell me right here, right now, that he has mentioned anything — anything at all — about his study to you then everything i’m saying is a lie.”

you have asked doyoung for the longest time about that research but the answers have always been the same. “not yet, my love. it’s not time for it to be seen with your eyes. soon, okay?”

with a voice not louder than a whisper, you ask. “what… what’s his research about?”

you fail to see the sorry look on taeyong’s face. “in psychology, they say a person only develops psychosis mainly through genetics or drugs. although you’re technically already a worthy “lab rat” considering your mom and upbringing, he wanted to expand the external factors of what causes the disorder — grief, grades, toxic family relations…”

you hear a ringing in your ear and a sudden urge to throw up. only, you didn’t have anything to hurl because your brunch remains untouched on your bedside. 

“but he hadn’t been successful. and that’s… that’s where i came along. doyoung thought the medications he’s been giving you isn’t doing what he wanted it to and he knew he needed a little push. i was… i gave him that push. remember the whispers, the banging on the door at night? it was all me. he made me do it. you know what that means, right? you’re not crazy. you don’t need to stay here cooped up like some kind of pet, believing all his lies as if it’s written in a fucking bible —”

he stops. and if he hadn’t, you wouldn’t’ve heard the familiar beeps of the front door’s automated lock going off. doyoung’s home. 

in lightning speed, taeyong has you sheltered behind him, throwing his warm coat over you in the process, hoping to give the smallest comfort amidst the chaos that’s about to erupt. there’s no point in pretending or hiding — one look at that lock and his crazy friend would know something’s off. 

taeyong feels you flinching behind him with every heavy footstep against the floorboards as doyoung wastes no time in getting to your room. and when he finally appears, hands braced against the door frame, you’ve never been this scared your whole life. his eyes are drawn into slits, fixated on taeyong alone. “how fucking dare you?”

“it’s over, doyoung. give it up or you wouldn’t have to suffer a longer sentence than you’ll already get.” taeyong tried with his whole being to appear intimidating.

“what’re you saying, yong? i meant, how fucking dare you barge in here and disturb my girlfriend in her sleep? that’s not very nice of you…” doyoung sports a disarming gummy smile as he approaches, hand outstretched and beckoning towards you. “c’mere, baby. i don’t think you’ve eaten lunch yet?”

“drop the fucking act, you psycho!”

“what act?” doyoung tilts his head innocently, gaze shifting from taeyong’s and yours, who keeps peeking from over his ex-friend’s shoulder. luring you out is a piece of cake unless taeyong decides to make things a wee bit more complicated, doyoung thought. “i’m just concerned for my darl —”

“we’re leaving.” taeyong cuts him off, breaking eye contact as he places a firm grip around your wrist. he pulls you towards him, farther away from your supposed lover as he tries walking past doyoung. 

but the said man pushes taeyong back with a humorless smile on his face. “and who told you that you can do that?”

a pregnant silence befalls the room as the two men size each other up. they regard each other with such hostility, you can't help but unconsciously fist the back of taeyong's sweater in nervousness, prompting the man to turn his head over his shoulder for a swift second to check up on you.

but a second is all that doyoung needed to deliver the first kick towards taeyong's legs, throwing him off his balance. if it was one thing doyoung knew, is that he needed to eliminate taeyong's agility all together if he wants to win against him. 

but taeyong isn't one to back down. the moment doyoung straddles him on the floor, with a fist raised to throw a punch, taeyong grunts as he rolls them around. doyoung now receiving taeyong's rain of fists as he yells. "fuck you! you manipulative asshole!"

you sat on the corner, horrified of the scene happening before you. you've never seen doyoung this way. he has always been your sweet, caring bunny, but after everything taeyong said, you aren't so sure you even know the man you've been living with. 

"everything i did, i did it for her!" you flinch at the sound of bones breaking as doyoung kicked taeyong's ribs. "she had nothing to lose! i saved her!"

the door is open, you noticed. wide-open and inviting you to make a run for it. and you would have made a run for it...  but taeyong. you can't leave him behind, not when he lays there bloody and grunting in pain as doyoung lets his anger take over him. so, as stupid as may be, you did it. you had to.

"you didn't save me," you say, schooling your face into indifference as doyoung whips around, forgetting about taeyong in the bat of an eye. "you caged me in here, treated me like there's something wrong with me, gaslighted me into believing everything you said! and... what did you say? 'saved me'? you made me go through hell!"

the whole time, taeyong tries his hardest to stand upright, but his broken ribs don't allow him to. the pain too great that he had no choice but to crawl instead, arms pulling his weight as he drags himself across the floorboards, desperately trying to get doyoung's attention back on him even if it meant getting beaten to death.

meanwhile, he had his eyes trained on you the whole time you spoke, sobbing as you walk backward in fear as doyoung approached you with a dark glint in his eye. he doesn't like what you're saying; that much is very clear. he wanted to yell at you, to scream of your ungratefulness despite his constant care but instead, he says.

"i thought we were making progress, baby. i guess i have to drill everything in your brain again. you're not okay, but you will be after i treat you."

you try to fight the urge to look at taeyong as he finds his strength, silently rising up from the floor to ambush doyoung while he's so busy preaching about you. 

"what i said is true, baby. do you actually think this scum over here is doing this to save you? do you actually believe everything he said? i've been here since day-1, my love. literally. and have i ever let you down? no. everything i'm doing is for us. even this damned research!"

taeyong surges forward to put him in a chokehold, but everything happened so fast, and the next thing you knew —

"did you actually think i'd fall for that?"

you didn't know the sound of a knife cutting through flesh could sound that loud, but nothing could beat the strained gasp that tumbled through taeyong's lips as he shakily held the knife pierced through his heart. you would've been concerned about how doyoung got it so accurate in one go or where the knife even came from. but you were too busy screaming, collapsing against the wall as you let out a broken sob. 

"no," you mutter. "no, no, no..."

you can't bear to avert your eyes from taeyong as he lies dying before you. the look of fear in his eyes would forever be ingrained in your mind, and no amount of brainwashing or gaslighting would ever make you forget.

doyoung killed him. you lost.

the knife clatters loudly on the floor as he slowly turns around as if he himself has yet to register what he did. you didn't know what to expect from doyoung's reaction but certainly not the eerie smile that starts spreading on his face. 

"now... how about that lunch, baby?"

✉ : a repost no one asked but i respectfully dont give a fuck <3

[butwhyduh]

Snow

Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Warning: language, angst, and danger. Mentions blood but no details.

Word count: 1958

Summary: Doc Ock ruins your date with Peter Parker and Spider-Man has to save the day. Part 1 of 2 or 3. For @petersshirts challenge.

You rushed through the courtyard and down the street. Snow lightly clung to your hair as wind whipped around you. You held your hand to your mouth to cover your poor frozen nose. You were running late.

You saw him before he saw you. He stood under a canopy. His puffy coat was pulled tight and you could see his red ears peaking from the end of his blue beanie. Peter was looking wistfully at the nice warm cafe across the street.

You hustled to him as fast as your cold legs could carry you. Peter looked up before you could surprise him and he smiled widely. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into the safety of the cafe. He always looked at you so softly.

Peter brushed the snow from your hair before removing his beanie. He slung his head around and snow flung off everywhere. You giggled as an older man gave you both a look.

"Sorry," Peter said smiling. "Do you want to order something to eat? I'm pretty hungry."

"Peter Parker, you are always hungry," you said walking to a small table in the corner by the window. Snow piled up on the outside of the window sill.

A small overworked waitress came to take your order. Peter ordered a hot chocolate and a burger. You got a coffee. You pulled your gloves and coat off and looked around. A football game played on a small tv by the register. Holiday music played in the background.

"Were you waiting long," you asked Peter.

"No, It wasn't that long. I like the snow anyways," Peter said smiling. He was lying. He was frozen to the core. You grabbed his bare hand with your own. His hand was freezing.

"Let's meet in the cafe next time. I feel bad that you are frozen," you said rubbing his frozen hand in your warm hands. Peter smiled. He bent and kissed your hand. His face was beginning to flush as he slowly warmed up.

The waitress brought your drinks and his food. Peter offered you some fries as he devoured the burger. You barely picked at his fries knowing he could eat everything and more. Ever since he became Spider-Man, Peter was constantly hungry.

Peter excitedly talked about his project in biochemistry. You listened without really understanding. You had met when Peter tutored you in freshman biology in uni.

"Pete, I hate to interrupt but you have hot chocolate there," you pointed. Peter swiped completely around it. "No there," you pointed again. He wiped to the side of it. Finally you grabbed a napkin and wiped it for him.

"Uh..huh thanks," Peter said scratching the back of his neck. He was bright red. You bit your lip to not smile at how cute he looked.

"What's a girlfriend for?" You asked joking. You scooted out of your seat and sat next to the boy. Peter quickly scooted over to make room. Your thigh touched his and you turned to look at him. The cafe was so busy that you felt alone.

Your hands wrapped around his neck and you felt his heart beating fast. Peter lightly gripped your waist. His eyes dipped to look at your lips. Your pulled his face to your and your lips touched softly. His cool lips against your warm. You wrapped your hand in his curls as you kissed. His kiss was soft and sweet.

His tongue softly licked your lips and you opened your mouth. He tentatively explored your mouth. Now, Peter could hear your heart pounding. He tasted like hot chocolate. His smell was all Peter, with clean soap and something that reminds you of the science lab.

Peter barely stroked your side with his hands. He was a good guy. He was sweet and kind and yours. You wished this moment would last forever.

You were wrenched from the kiss by Peter tensing right before a horrifying sound of metal cracking and glass shattering. Peter wrapped you tight to his body and pulled you both to the floor away from the window. You laid on his chest with your eyes clenched tightly closed.

Finally silence fell on the cafe and you looked up. Smoke filled your lungs and you coughed uncontrollably. Peter helped you up. Your ears rang and you were in a daze. Other people looked around as a huge pole lay in the middle of the cafe. A police officer ran in the cafe and began pulling people out.

Peter helped you to the street. Your whole body shook and your weren't sure if it was from fear or cold. What the hell happened?

"Babe, I have to help. Okay? Okay?" Peter asked holding your cheeks in his hands. It took a minute before you understood what he meant and finally you nodded. Peter ran to the nearest alley.

A minute later Spider-Man was helping the people climb out of the cafe. You stood in front of the building. Where did this pole come from? How did it get there? People asked as they realized what happened.

You saw a shadow on the building behind you and you turned to look. A figured that appeared to be a man with multiple limbs climbed down the building in the swirling snow. You stood froze in fear. People screamed. You couldn't think as the monster came towards you. Too late, you decided to run.

A metal claw caged you around the ribs and it picked you up. You shrieked and tried to escape but it was no use. The punishingly cold metal wouldn't budge. It instead lifted you up.

"Peter! Help! Oh, God, Peter," you screamed. Peter froze. He heard your voice in sheer terror. He hadn't noticed the screams as the villain climbed down the building over the screams from people in the building. He ran out of the cafe.

"Spider-Man! That- that monster took that girl," a woman shrieked and pointed. Peter turned to see you being carried away. You tried to claw yourself out but Peter knew it was no use. He has barely escaped those claws a few years earlier.

Peter swung towards the man. You shrieked and screamed as you dug your hands into the claws. You hadn't seen Peter yet because you were stuck facing away. The claw was too tight to turn in. Tears streamed down your face from the cold biting wind. You began to panic.

"Let me go, please! Don't hurt me," you pleaded with the man who appeared to have metal arms coming from his back.

"That depends on our friend Spider-Man. He can give me what I want and I'll go away, or I'll drop you off the top of this building first and then take it from him," the man growled as he finally stopped atop a large building. He turned you to face out. You could see the ground so far down and knew you would never survive that fall.

Peter swung up to the building across and stuck to the wall. "Ock, put her down. This is between us," Peter said more bravely than he felt. He wasn't sure if he could catch you before you hit the ground.

"Spider-Man, you know it doesn't work that way," the man countered. "I'm just asking for a bit of your blood. That not too much."

"My- wh-why do you want my blood," Peter asked disgusted. He should have known it wasn't going to be money like an ordinary criminal.

"Your super healing. This metal is tough on the human body."

"You could always take it off," Peter suggested. Doc Ock scoffed.

"I could throw your girlfriend off the building," he wiggled you over the edge of the building. You gasped and clung to claws. Your heart pounded violently and you felt close to passing out.

"No! No! Don't, please," you begged.

"No! Don't do anything crazy," Peter said with an arm out. Doc slowly pulled you back to the roof. You shook violently. Your eyes were wide and pleading with Peter to save you.

"Give me the blood then, boy," Doc said. Peter thought quickly.

"Put her down. Safely. And I'll give it to you," Peter said as he climbed up to the roof of his building. Peter put out both hands in good faith. He knew this was a terrible idea but what else could he do. The snow fell quicker and obscured the ground below.

"Good. Here," Doc tossed Peter a syringe wrapped in plastic. Peter's hands shook as he opened it and screwed the needle on. This was a terrible idea but he could fix it later.

"Don't give him your blood," you said as your mind caught up to the situation. "Don't."

"It'll be okay," Peter said pushing the needle through the skin of his arm. You watched as the vial filled with red blood. Doc grinned in anticipation. Finally the vial was full and Peter pulled the needle from his skin. The snow was falling heavily.

"Throw me the vial and I'll give you the girl," Doc said. Peter walked to the edge.

"Will she be safe?" Peter asked gripping the vial tightly. "You won't hurt her?"

"She should be fine," Doc said shrugging. "Toss the vial or I throw her down."

Peter gulped before throwing the vial across the gap. Doc threw you between the buildings. Your mouth formed an o and your heart froze as you reached out for nothing. You fell for a second before screaming.

Peter jumped from the building and webbed down to you as he anchored to the building. He never even watched Doc as he raced to you. Finally he grabbed you around the middle close to the ground. You clung to him tightly as you shook. He let you both down safely at ground level.

Peter glanced up to see only snow. The top of the building was concealed by the snow storm. Doc was gone. Peter buried his head in your neck as you clung to him.

"Baby, you're okay. I've got you. Okay?" Peter said stroking your back. You sobbed as emotions ran through your body. "Let's get home," Peter said seeing that the cops had cleared the scene from the cafe.

He gently picked you up and swung to your dorm. Peter opened the window and you both climbed in. He took the suit off and grabbed some sweats and thought of his clothing in the alley. Once he calmed you down he would go get them. And figure out what to do about Doc Ock.

"You need to get out of your clothing into something warm. They're all wet from the snow," Peter said. You barely registered what he was saying as he pushed pajamas into your hands. You pulled your shirt off without a thought and began pulling the pjs on. Peter turned to give you privacy.

When he felt you had changed Peter turned towards you. You sat at the end of the bed. Your hair was damp, nose red, and eyes watery as you stared in space. It was just too much to think about. Peter touched your arm nervously and you pulled him close and molded to his body.

Peter laid you both down on the bed. Your arms wrapped around his waist and you buried your face in his shoulder. He ran his fingers through your hair and held you close. He reached over and pulled a blanket on you both. Peter kissed your hair and thought about how he almost lost you today.

He continued to comfort you until he felt your body relax and your breathing slowed in sleep. Then finally Peter let himself fall asleep with you. He would stop Doc Ock later.

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