#yup that's vicky

[niko-ur-local-moron]

Topez cuddles that I doodled for a friend that couldn't fall asleep (it helped !!)

[painofhumanity]

how long has it been since you’ve slept ? @ Victoria

↪  𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 .

"N-N-N-Not th-th-that long," Victoria mumbled. She rubbed at her eyes tiredly, then looked up at her dad. "What day's'it?" Maybe staying up all hours to write wasn't the best idea, but she'd just had so much in her head, and she needed to get it all down before she forgot.

[kjsfandoms]

Too Good

Eddie Munson x reader

Description: When drunk at a party, the only one Y/N wants right now is her ex-boyfriend, Eddie Munson.

Word count: 2.0k

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This is not how you planned for your night to go. Drunk at a party, you stumble your way through the crowd in search of Robin with another drink in your hand. You knew it was a mistake to drink this much, but these past few weeks have been hell and you just needed the distraction. Why have they been hell you may ask? Eddie Munson, your boyfriend of just over 7 months, dumped you. And why? You don’t even know. So when invited by Steve and Robin to go to a party, who would you be to deny?

Stumbling into the kitchen you lean onto a counter and continue to look around for Robin who has yet been nowhere to be seen. Then your drunken mind remembers you saw Robin staring down Vickie earlier, so you doubt you’d see her anytime soon. But at this point you’re so drunk and can’t even stand properly- swinging side to side as your drink splashes around in your red solo cup. You find a bar stool and sit down and start to stare off into the distance. Your mind starts to wander off to Eddie. Why did he break up with you? Did he even love you? But you came here to forget that, so no more wasting time thinking about him and possibly even missing him. You stood back up and walked back out to the main room to dance with some strangers. 

God knows how long you’ve been dancing at this point. Your vision is blurry and your hearing is going in and out. ‘Yup, I’ve had way too much to drink.’ you think to yourself. You don’t feel good at all at this point. You attempt to stumble outside in search for some fresh air but there are just too many people here. As your body is being pushed side to side by the fellow people dancing, you feel a hand on a shoulder. You turn to see that that hand belongs to Gareth. “Holy shit, Y/N, are you okay? You look wrecked.” You mumble out some words in response that you yourself can’t even understand as you let him walk you over to a couch and set you down. “How much have you had to drink?” Looking up at him with drunken eyes, you manage to reply with, “Too much.” “No shit, I can tell.” At this point you’re scared, you can’t see or hear anything and it’s making you panic. You’re out of your right mind and you know it, especially when you mutter out the words, “Where’s Eddie?”. This somewhat shocks Gareth as he knows everything that went down between you two. “Eddie isn’t here Y/N. It’s just me and Jeff.” He says as he holds you up steady by your shoulders. “I want Eddie.” Gareth sighs as he says, “Okay stay here. I’ll call him.” 

Under different circumstances Gareth would not be running to the house phone to call Eddie for you. Even though Eddie is his best friend, he is definitely on Y/N’s side of things. But Y/N is clearly out of her senses and surely the friends she came here with are as well, so what choice does he have? He dials Eddie’s number as fast as he can and waits for an answer. On the fourth ring, he hears a “Hello?”. 

“Hey, man, it’s Gareth. I’m at that dumb house party me and Jeff went to and, uh, I need you to drive down here.”

“What for?”

“Y/N.” 

As soon as Eddie hears that name his heart drops. As much as he hates to admit it, you’re still on his mind. The phone call falls silent for a moment as Eddie falls deep into thought. “Eddie? You still there? I’m serious, dude, she needs you here.” That’s all the words Eddie needs as he quickly puts on his leather jacket and says, “I’m on my way.”

The entire ride there Eddie’s heart is pounding. He hasn’t seen you since the breakup and you made sure of it. You avoided him at all cost and he won’t deny that that did hurt, but he knows it’s deserved. Sweaty hands grip his steering wheel as he pulls up to the party. He gets out and spots Jeff standing outside. “Finally, man, you’re here.” “Why exactly am I here?” “Did Gareth not tell you? Y/N is drunk off her mind. So drunk that she’s been asking for you.” This shocked Eddie to the core. You still thought about him? Enough to ask for him while drunk? He then nervously walks in with Jeff as he leads them to where Gareth and you are sitting. 

Jeff and Eddie walk up to the couch where you and Gareth sit. He leans down in front of you and looks you in the eyes for the first time in weeks. “Hey, Y/N. You ready to go home?” Your drunken eyes meet his and you immediately melt. You hate to admit how much you’ve missed him. Seeing those eyes again is enough to make you fall in love all over again. You nod your head in response and let him help you off the couch. He walks you to his van and helps you into the passenger seat. Once he’s in his seat and starts pulling out, you mumble, “Don’t wanna go home.” He looks over at you with confusion and asks, “Well where do you wanna go sweetheart? It’s one in the morning, you’re drunk, and need to lay down.” 

“Your place.”

His breath catches in his throat at your response and awkwardly responds, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Y/N.”

“Please, Eds. My mom will kill me.” Your drunk self whines, as you lazily look over at him. Though even while drunk, you notice the way his face reacted to the nickname.

With a deep sigh, “Fine, sweetheart.”

For you, the car ride to his place felt like a few minutes as you were dozed off half the time, but as for Eddie, it felt like an eternity. His eyes wouldn’t stop traveling over to you and how beautiful you looked even while this drunk. It reminded him of why he even dumped you in the first place. You’re too perfect for him. He thought you deserved better, not some third senior-trailer junkie who doesn’t have a real job besides selling drugs to high schoolers. You deserved the world and he just couldn’t give that to you. 

Eventually he pulled into the trailer park and parks his car next to his trailer. The slam of his door wakes you up and you notice Eddie walking to the passenger to help you out. He opens the door and helps you stand onto your feet and leads you inside. You immediately plop onto the couch as Eddie takes off his jacket and hangs it onto the arm of the couch. “Let’s get you to bed.” He helps you stand up again and walks you to his bedroom where you go to lay down. He leaves his room to run to his bathroom real quick to grab the makeup remover from his cabinet that you left there months ago. He heads back into his room and sits next to you on the edge of his bed. “Just gonna take your makeup off, love.” Once it’s all off you start to attempt to wiggle yourself out of your black jean shorts. Eddie takes notice and even though you guys are no longer together, he knows how much you hate sleeping in jeans. So with a sigh he helps you undo them and slide them off. “Can I sleep in one of your shirts?” You ask with a pout as you look up at him from your spot on the bed. And how could Eddie ever say no to the girl he loves? “Of course.” He says as he sits up and grabs your favorite Black Sabbath t-shirt of his. You slip out of your shirt but struggle with your bra. Once again, he notices and offers to help. You accept and let him effortlessly unclip it and slide the straps down your arms and then continue to slip the t-shirt over your head. 

You let your head hit his pillow and let him pull the blanket over your body. He starts to leave for the couch but you grab his wrist before he even gets the chance. “Stay.” Eddie looks down at you and just stands there for a good few seconds. “Please. I want you here with me.” And those six words were enough to convince him. He slides out of his own jeans and lays in bed beside you. You almost immediately cling to his side to cuddle him. He prays that you can’t hear how hard his heart is beating at the moment. Having you in his bed again felt so surreal. But he tries not to overthink it as he knows once you wake up and become sober you’re gonna realize the drunk mistake you made and immediately leave. 

He’s close to falling asleep until he hears you mumble, “I missed you.” into his chest. He didn’t think his heart could beat any faster but here we are. “You’re drunk, Y/N. You don’t mean that. I hurt you.”

“Why did you hurt me? I didn’t do anything.” He can hear that Y/N is close to tears and lets out yet another sigh.

“We’re too different.”

At that, you start to sober up and sit up onto your elbow and look over at him. “What makes you think that?”

He as well sits up and replies, “You’re you, Y/N, and I’m me. You’re so smart and beautiful and I’m just some loser who got lucky and met you. Dumb luck. You’re too good for me. You deserve someone better. Someone who can give you the world.”

“But, Eddie, you are my world. I don’t want or need someone better when I have you in front of me. If I thought you were no good for me I wouldn’t have even started dating you in the first place. I love you for who you are. Sure you have your struggles, but I know one day you’re gonna make it through them. One day you’re gonna make it out of this trailer park. One day you’re gonna be one of the biggest rockstars the world has ever known. And one day you’ll finally have the life you deserve.” 

Eddie falls quiet as he looks over at you with watery eyes. He never would’ve believed that someone would ever think that highly of him. His whole life he has been seen as less and even though he has grown to be used to it, there was still always a pit of insecurity hiding there. So hearing the words come from the person he is still in love with, even while they’re drunk, truly opens his mind. Maybe he is worth more than what he thinks he is.

You notice his watery eyes and immediately pull him into your chest to hug him. With his head buried into your chest you hear him whisper, “I missed you too.” At his words, you melt. You start to slowly stroke his hair as small tears roll down his face and onto you. “Wayne misses you too. He was pissed when I told him I dumped you.” You let out a small laugh at his words and kiss the top of his head. “I missed Wayne too, and his dumb movie choices.” Eddie let out a laugh as well as he snuggled deeper into you. “I truly am sorry, Y/N. I thought about you everyday and never once did I stop loving you.” 

“Me too, Eddie. Me too.”

Eventually he falls asleep, with you still holding his larger frame. It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep as well.

—- As Wayne walks into the trailer after working his night shift, he slips off his shoes and places down his bag beside the couch. There he spots Eddie’s leather jacket hanging loosely on the arm of the couch. “Though I told this boy to stop leaving his stuff around.”, he grumbles. He picks up the jacket and walks down to his nephew's room to hang it up. As he opens the door he stops in his tracks. He looks down at the bed to see Eddie and you. He hangs the jacket up and walks back out with a smile.

[ashwhowrites]

smut prompt 4 with robin perhaps?

"You okay? You’re acting strange” “Yup! Yep yep yep couldn’t be better. Just a little hot- is anyone else hot?”

Absolutely my dear. Always up for Robin requests. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it 🫶🏻😉

⚠️smut ahead, oral sex

Dream girl

Y/N has been Robin's best friend for years. The two did everything and anything together, connected by the hip, and always together. Over that time Y/N got lost in the way she felt for Robin. The way her heart raced when Robin grabbed her hand or played with her hair. She wanted to ignore the butterflies in her stomach when Robin's baby blues looked into her eyes.

But one problem

Robin was in love with someone else.

Robin's latest crush was on Vickie, a gorgeous redhead in band. Y/N cursed herself for not joining band. It killed Y/N to know Robin didn't see her the way she wanted, but it was something she had to accept.

It was a Friday night and Y/N dragged Robin to a random party. Her arm wrapped around Robin's waist as they walked in. Within a few hours, a game of Spin the Bottle started and Y/N begged Robin to play. Maybe praying for the small chance she'll finally kiss Robin.

"I don't want to kiss a stranger!" Robin cried, the anxiety in her stomach as she took in the circle.

"Look! Vickie is playing. You can make her jealous! Or even kiss her! It's a win-win." Y/N explained, successfully getting Robin into the circle.

It took a few turns until the bottle landed on Y/N. She kissed the random guy then spun the bottle, her fingers crossed behind her back. Her heart sped up as the bottle landed on Robin, across the circle.

Robin didn't know what to do, but she felt her body burn as Y/N crawled across the circle. The boys cheered like the idiots they were. Robin looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Don't look so scared, Rob. It's just a kiss." Y/N whispered, gently straddling Robin's lap. Her hands cupped Robin's cheeks and then she leaned in. Y/N had one chance and she had to make it count. Her lips were hot and heavy on Robin's as she took control. Y/N slipped her tongue in Robin's mouth, immediately turned on by how delicious she tasted. Y/N's hands moved into Robin's hair and gave it soft tugs. A sense of pride in her stomach as Robin whimpered and kissed her back.

Once Y/N pulled away for air, she moved back to her spot. A smirk on her face as Robin stared.

Robin never once looked at Y/N as anything more, always stuck on a random girl and then Vickie. But now all she could think about was the amazing feeling of Y/N's tongue against hers. Robin coughed and spun the bottle, shivering as she felt the wetness in her underwear.

She couldn't believe she just made out with her best friend..... And liked it.

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Robin tried to move on but nothing changed. It was just a game and she knew it wasn't supposed to mean anything. But now she couldn't help but remember the way the kiss felt and how good it felt. Robin kept focus on Vickie but she was slipping more and more away.

Robin sat next to Y/N as they watched a movie. Every other Friday they had a sleepover, and now Robin feared she wouldn't sleep at all. How could she lay side by side next to her? Her heart raced just by sitting this close to her and accidentally bumping her hand when they both grabbed popcorn.

~

Robin was zoned in on the movie until she heard Y/N start to speak.

"So how are things with Vickie after the party? She seemed jealous to me." Y/N smirked as she crunched on a piece of popcorn. Robin tried to hide the blush on her cheeks as she once again thought back to the party.

"Good! She wants to hang out tomorrow but I'm a little nervous." Robin admitted.

"Why?" Y/N asked, pausing the movie as she gave Robin her full attention.

"Well after the party, she and I kissed right? And I know how to kiss. But if she wants to go further...I don't know what to do." Robin said shyly.

"You mean like sex?" Y/N asked, her head turned to the side as she tried to understand.

"Sex, oral, and all of it. I've never done anything and I don't know how to please anyone." Robin knew Y/N was her best friend but she felt embarrassed to admit it.

Robin focused on her embarrassment and didn't notice Y/N slowly sliding off the bed. She grabbed the bowl and set it on the floor. Her hands landed on Robin's thighs, causing Robin to jump.

"What are you doing?" Robin stuttered, her body on fire as Y/N began to rub her thighs.

"I'm gonna help you, silly." Y/N laughed, Robin wasn't sure what she meant, but then Y/N tugged down Robin's sleep shorts and she got the hint.

"You don't have to," Robin rushed out but Y/N was already reaching for Robin's underwear.

"I know I don't. But I want to. This is up to you. I'll stop if you want me to." Y/N said as she looked up. Robin felt the breath get stuck in her lungs as Y/N looked up at her between her thighs.

Robin didn't know what to say but she knew she wanted it. She moved over and laid down. Giving Y/N room to join her back on the bed. Y/N smiled and followed her movements. She climbed on the bed and settled between Robin's thighs.

"Just take it slow. You'll grab her underwear and slowly slide it off her body." Y/N instructed her soft hands trailed Robin's underwear down her legs. The cold air hit Robin's cunt and it made her shiver.

"Tease her thighs and legs. Add soft kisses and show affection." Robin tried to listen to what Y/N was teaching her but her hands skimming up Robin's thighs and her lips kissing Robin's stomach had her head spinning.

"I usually like to start with two fingers, either suck your fingers or have her do it," Y/N said, taking a second to suck her fingers before pushing them inside of Robin's cunt. Robin immediately moaned out and clenched.

"Shh, relax. Let your body relax." Y/N cooed, her free hand rubbing Robin's thigh to calm her down. Robin nodded and unclenched. Y/N began to slide her fingers in and out of Robin, explaining what she was doing and why. But Robin wouldn't hear a thing. Too lost in the feeling of her best friend fingering her into bliss.

"Once you think she's ready, you can do this," Y/N said, then Robin felt her tongue begin to lick her clit. Robin gasped at the new feeling, Y/N licked and sucked on Robin's clit gently.

Robin wasn't sure what took over her but her hands reached out and grasped Y/N's hair. She panted and moaned as her hips began to rock against Y/N's face. But Y/N didn't stop her, just went with the new motion Robin started.

Robin's breathing picked up when Y/N's fingers went faster and her mouth began to suck hard on Robin's clit. Robin felt a tight feeling in her stomach, she tried to mumble out words but it came out as whimpers and whines.

Y/N removed her mouth but kept her fingers working inside of Robin.

"Feeling tight? Feel like you need to cum?" Y/N asked a twisted smile on her face that made Robin moan louder than she'd ever had.

Robin nodded and whimpered, her thighs clenching and her legs began to shake. Her heels kicked against the mattress and her back arched. Y/N was quick to work Robin through her orgasm, adding her mouth back to her clit.

Y/N licked up the mess Robin made, cleaning off Robin's thighs and cunt. She softly removed her fingers, allowing Robin to taste herself as Y/N put her fingers on Robin's tongue.

"Clean her up and tell her how beautiful she looked when she came on your tongue and fingers," Y/N whispered as she leaned down and pecked Robin's lips gently.

Robin jolted as she felt someone shaking her. Her eyes snapped open, the movie credits played as Y/N stood above her with a big smirk.

"You alright there, Rob? You passed out and started whimpering." Y/N teased. Robin immediately flushed with embarrassment.

She had a sex dream of her best friend. RIGHT NEXT TO HER.

Robin sat up quickly and felt how hot her body was. She was sweating and her heart pounded.

"Yeah..just..yeah..I'm cool." Robin stuttered out. Trying her best to avoid Y/N's eyes. Robin shifted and immediately regretted it as she felt a pool of wetness in her underwear.

"You okay? You’re acting strange, even for you.” Y/N asked a little concerned as Robin sounded like she struggled to breathe.

“Yup! Yep yep yep couldn’t be better. Just a little hot- are you hot? I need air." Robin rushed out, standing up and heading to the bathroom to splash water on her face.

Robin was so fucking screwed.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

❤️

You're tired of hearing about Eddie's crushes, hiding your feelings for him. Sick of feeling second best, you decide to move on.

Beer, a pool, and a very handsome Steve Harrington happens. Eddie isn't so thrilled about the Steve part.

Just a lil two parter to get back into writing

Part one

Eventual Eddie Munson x Reader

Steve Harrington x Reader

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work

❤️

It was a rainy Tuesday when Eddie broke your heart. Unknowingly, but it was broken all the same.

He had came to the Hellfire table in a suspiciously good mood. Beaming smile, eyes shining with happiness.

Turns out he had ran into Jessie who was his newest crush, she was the coolest, most badass babe on the planet according to Eddie.

This had been repeated constantly for the last few weeks and usually you were able to smile politely, pretend you weren't dying inside hearing him talk about his dream girl.

It had been this way for a year now, through multiple crushes, a few hook ups and one near potential girlfriend for Eddie, so you could push yourself to be happy for him one more time right?

No, today it was like your heart finally had enough, a deep ache was building inside you and felt like all the pain was exploding inside of you all at once.

Tears pool in your eyes and you catch the sympathetic look that Dustin throws in your direction. It's enough to sober you up instantly.

You didn't want to constantly pine over Eddie when he didn't want you, it was agony being so completely smitten with someone who noticed every woman but you.

It was like something in you just snapped and you had enough.

"Hey princess, you okay?" Eddie's voice breaks through your reverie and you startle a little as he peers at you intently with his big brown eyes.

His hand is on yours and your whole body feels alight at just his slightest touch, it was getting harder and harder to hide your feelings, Eddie could be extremely perceptive when he wanted to be.

You needed to get over how you felt about him and soon, because you were sick of the constant heartache, second guessing yourself and feeling second best to Eddie's crushes.

Moving on would be a good thing. You couldn't take it if Eddie ever found out how you felt about him, embarrassment burns inside of you just thinking about his reaction, and how awkward Hellfire would be due to his rejection.

No, it was best for everyone if you found a way to get over Eddie.

❤️

Normally you didn't go to parties, especially not parties on a school night. However, there was a small part of you that wanted a change, to have some fun and let loose.

One of Jason's friends was throwing a party at his house, there was beer kegs, wine coolers and the biggest pool you had ever seen in your life.

Eddie was at the party to do his usual dealings, he catches your eye and looks stunned for a brief second.

"What are you doing here sweetheart? Parties aren't usually your thing?" you shrug and grab a bottle of beer.

"Just wanted a change of scenery I guess" it's then you notice that Jessie was also at the party and Eddie had noticed judging by the way his eyes light up.

Your heart sinks and you're about to make an escape until Eddie tugs on your hand.

"Hey, maybe you should stick close to me incase one of Jason's dipshit friends tries anything" you smile, touched at his protectiveness but you know deep down he'd rather be talking to Jessie than trailing after you all night.

"It's okay. I saw Robin by the pool so I'll go and chat to her for a bit" he's about to say something else but Jessie comes over and takes up all of his attention.

Yup, it's definitely your time to leave. There's no way you wanted to be around for Eddie making googly eyes at Jessie.

❤️

Between the pounding music, Eddie and Jessie and the fact you've lost Robin in the crowd, it was safe to say that the first hour of the party was a bust.

By the second hour you had gotten involved in a game of beer pong with Robin, Steve, Vickie and a few others.

At first you were kinda wary hanging out with Steve but you soon found out that he had changed so much from the King Steve of a few years ago.

He's kind, funny and kind, genuinely a good guy and him and Robin are like two peas in a pod. Platonic besties with a capital P she tells you and Vickie.

It's nice hanging out with them because everytime you see Jessie and Eddie together it needled at the ache in your heart.

Eddie joins in at one point but seems tense.

"Why are hanging out with Harrington?'' he hisses under his breath and you scowl.

"He's really nice" Eddie scoffs at this.

"Preppy, rich, douchebag? he's seen dating total babes every few weeks." you stiffen.

"Of course so why would he be seen with me right?" you ask heatedly and his eyes widen.

"That's not what I meant... You're beautiful sweetheart..." yeah but just a friend you finish his sentence in your head.

"Just forget it Eddie, go back to Jessie" you hurry away from him and curse yourself for getting so upset.

Steve notices and asks if you want to hang out in the pool.

It's quieter outside than in the house, people are just lazing around lightly buzzed, lost in their own conversations.

Steve makes you laugh by jumping in the pool fully clothed, he lets out a yell when he hits the water.

"Fuck, its freezing" and you swear you hear Robin calling him a dingus. The thought makes you smile.

"So Munson huh?" Steve asks gently and your smile vanishes.

"Mmm, tonight was my big plan to get over him. Didn't work out so well" There's a brief moment of silence that's broken when Steve takes you by surprise and you're suddenly in the pool beside him, soaking wet and torn between laughter and exasperation.

"Steve!" you huff out and his answering smile tugs at your heart. There's also something you didn't expect, a spark.

He moves closer to you and it's like the two of you are magnets. Steve strokes your cheek and his lips meet yours.

It's nice, it's really really nice and you moan softly as Steve gently tugs at your lower lip, deepens the kiss and pulls you even closer.

Steve pulls away and you both exchange a secret, shy smile at the moment you had.

You kiss him again and this time it's a little more hot and heavy. Only this time when you come apart, you're not alone.

Eddie has just come outside. He's staring at you and Steve, his expression blank but you notice something stirring deep in his eyes, a flash of emotion that you can't place.

Then it's gone and he storms back inside..

🖤

[becomingfoxes]

The air is sticky-hot as he weaves through a mass of tangled bodies. Tries to tamp down on the beat of his anxious heart as it threatens to bubble over with each door he open-closes. Each time his shouts go unanswered. 

Feels the knot loosen, fall slack when he finally finds her. Curled up in a tub of all things. Eyes wet, glazed from too much alcohol, mascara dripping. Closes and locks the door behind him, steels himself for whatever this is.

“Robin.”

Her head lolls to the side, squints her vibrant blue eyes. She grins. “-evie, you found me!”

“Yeah, you, uh- what’s going on? I saw Vickie leave.”

He watches as her lips tremble and oh no.

He’s dropping to his knees before he can blink. Leaning over the tub. She’s gripping a bottle of something, like it's the only thing holding her afloat. Steve reaches, pushes her sweaty bangs from her face.

“Hey it's okay, you're okay.” He folds his arms over the rim of the tub, settles in. “What happened?”

“Nothin’. Just lemme be drunk in the, uh, bathtub. ‘s cozy.”

“It doesn't look very cozy. If I'm being honest.” Steve sits with her, the music outside muffled by the closed door. He waits, watches as she cradles the bottle tightly to her chest, the way her lip continues to tremble.

“‘s just not fair.” She picks at the bracelets on her arm. Steve reaches for her hand, grip loose but there, lest she start chewing on the leather bands he bought her. A habit formed after Starcourt.

“What's not fair?”

“Vickie, she- she got back with Dan.”

Oh.

“And she said, like, She was like-” Steve feels the wetness of her tears drip, drip, drip onto their intertwined hands. “She was so happy Steve!”

“She said I was such a good friend.” Robin sniffs. “I'm the worst!”

“Robin, hey you're not-”

“I am! I'm a terrible friend.” She's sobbing now, body shaking with it. Steve's never seen her this upset before. It breaks his heart. 

“I wanted it to be me.” Her voice sounds so small, so quiet as she says, “It's never gonna be me.”

“Oh Robbie.” Steve pulls the bottle from her. Thinks of a different bathroom floor and molotov cocktails and fire. “You're a good friend.” He hands her some tissue, finds a washcloth, wets it, helps her clean up. 

“So, no Vicki then. So what.” Robin lets out a pained sound. 

“Listen, somewhere out there, there is a girl who's gonna choose you. Who's gonna laugh at your terrible jokes and-

“Not terrible.”

“-listen to you blab on about Latin.”

“Pig Latin.”

“Uh, sure, exactly. Listen to you talk about Latin pigs.”

Robin snorts. Finally cracks a grin. Eyes still shining with unshed tears.

“And she's gonna love you, Robbie. She's gonna love you so much, okay? You'll find her. Or, maybe, she'll find you.”

“You really think so?”

“I promise.” He holds up a pinky for her to take. “Pinky swear it.” And she finally laughs, the sound of it loud and bright.

“Anoth- Another one for the books.”

“What?”

“Bathroom crisis.” 

Steve knocks his head to hers and laughs. “Is that what we're calling it now?”

“Yup, and while we're at it we could add, a, uh, ‘nother one to it.” She's grinning a little too sharply now and Steve is already making exit plans of how to get her downstairs to drink some water. His head is starting to pound.

“Can we not?”

“I've heard some, hmm, rumors. From some very rep- reputable sources.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I heard that you're getting awfully chummy with a certain metalhead.”

“Nope, we're not doing this.”

Hah! Erica says you've been reading him The Hobbit. Stevie! The Hobbit. And!” She jabs a finger into his chest, “That you offered to take him to physical therapy.”

Steve feels his cheeks heat as he pulls her from the tub. Knows she notices from the way she clings and shrieks in his good ear. “Let's keep the crises to one a day please. Or rather once a month. A year even.”

“Tomorrow then?” Robin's grin lights up the dark corners of the bathroom, radiant as the sun. 

“Tomorrow.”

[isabel3710]

Despite my better judgment I am drafting a fic for my Fairy Swap AU. So here are some out of context quotes.

“It’s a gift basket from the neighbors.”

“Yes” Angela pulled out a can of condensed milk “they’re fairly… Odd. But they seem nice.”

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“Ah!” He yelled dramatically, falling to the floor “it seems the captain is going down with his ship.”

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“Cookie is my most efficient fairy,” Jogen said.

Peri muttered under his breath “only because Mom and Dad retired.”

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“If it’s your dancing abilities you’re worried about I can teach you a few things” Peri offered. 

“You know how to dance?”

“Yup!” He grinned “my dad taught me.”

--

When Peri had been toddler his sleep ​​paralysis and nightmares were often haunted by an evil babysitter character named Vicky. He was careful not to mention this to Hazel, doubting it would help. Plus, Vicky wasn’t real so mentioning her wasn’t really relevant to the conversation.

--

He looked down at himself, it was the same outfit he always wore. “What's wrong with my clothes?”

“Nothing” she said “but it doesn’t really scream ‘human babysitter’ more like ‘weird actor’ instead.”

[sanguineterrain]

honey!! number 11 on the prompt list is so steve coded, don’t ya think??

it so totally is 🥰 11. back hugs

steve h x gn!reader. good ol' pining besties <3

****

"Robin," you say. "You're overthinking it."

"Signals, Y/N. People have signals. A hand on your wrist, a secret smile. Signals! Now: was Vickie sending me signals? We have to explore all possibilities. But mostly, the answer is probably no. She just wants to hang."

"She asked you to brunch. People our age do not go to brunch."

"Brunch is classy!"

"Brunch is a breakfast date," you scoff. "Brunch is I want to get a cat with you."

"Well, I think—" Robin groans, glancing over your shoulder. "Oh, God. Heads up. Loverboy, twelve o'clock."

Before you can turn, you're being swept into a warm hug from behind. Steve's cheek presses to yours, his chin tucked in your neck. The tip of his nose is cold from outside as it brushes your jaw. Your heart haywires.

"Steve!" you squeal, his arms around your waist. "What're you doing?"

"You're gonna love me," he says into your ear.

Already do.

"Am I now?"

He walks around to face you.

"Yup," he says, popping the 'p'. "Look at these."

Steve holds up two slips of paper. Tickets to Bruce Springsteen at Soldier Field.

"Holy shit!" you cry, and throw your arms around him. He catches you with a laugh.

"These must've cost a fortune! How did you get them? I thought they were all sold out."

Steve shrugs. "I know people. So, interested?"

He knows it's all you've been talking about (and lamenting over when the tickets sold out in three minutes). Bruce Springsteen is one of your favorites.

"You didn't—Steve," you say in awe. "You really didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to. Consider it an early birthday present."

"Then I want you to come with me."

"Wh—me?"

You scoff. "Who else would I bring?"

"Someone who actually knows Springsteen songs?"

"You know enough of his hits. I mean, if you really don't want to go..."

"No!" He shakes his head. "No, Y/N, obviously I'll go. I just didn't want you to be embarrassed when I'm the only person there who doesn't know Glory Days."

"Well, that's why we're gonna listen to Born in the USA everyday until the concert," you grin. "Get you prepped."

Steve groans. "Can't believe you're giving me homework."

You turn to put the tickets in your bag. Steve crowds you as you do, chin on your shoulder. He's always affectionate with you, loose with his touches and pets.

Robin looks at you, brows to her hairline.

"It's fun homework," you say, ignoring Robin with all your might. "We can listen to the tapes in your car 'cause you've got the fancy sound system."

"That why you're friends with me?" Steve asks, arms curling around your belly. "Just for perks?"

You grin. "No comment. But the concert tickets have definitely moved you up to best friend status."

"Where was I before?"

You pat his cheek. Steve pretends to grumble for another moment before slipping away. Instantly, you miss the warmth of his embrace.

"If you're done clinging to Y/N," Robin starts. "The new releases need to be shelved."

Steve throws her an eye roll but goes, giving you one last smile. You return it sheepishly. Robin watches you like a hawk.

You finally relent when Steve's far enough away.

"What is it now, Robs?"

"Signals," is all she says.

"Concert tickets is not a signal, Robin."

"Oh, it's something. Steve's music taste is whatever's on the radio."

"Not true! He listens to Queen and Fleetwood Mac and AC/DC and—"

"Because of you." Robin huffs. "It's you, Y/N, it's all for you. And you're both so deeply in denial you think it's just friendship things."

"He's just..." You watch Steve stack the videos on the shelf.

The enamel pin you got him a few months ago is on his FV vest. It's a bumblebee that says bee mine! You'd thought it was cute and fun and that Steve would like it. He wears it everyday, even if it doesn't match his outfit at all.

You look at Robin, your heart in your throat.

"Signals?" you ask quietly.

She nods.

"Now you're getting it."

[sophieinwonderland]

Found a Hate Blog in The #Plural Tag. 😮‍💨

As I covered recently, "Plural" is an inclusive word with origins in endogenic and non-disordered systems.

If any anti-endo posts in the "#plural" tag or other inclusive tags, don't expect your DNIs to be respected.

They also are doing this knowingly. People have already tried to contact them about using the inclusive plural tag and the hate blog has stubbornly refused.

So if they're going to post in inclusive tags, I figured I might as well respond to some of their vent posts in anti-endo tags. As always, if anti-endos have a problem with this or feel boundaries are being unfairly crossed, please take it up with the hate blog I'm responding to that's invading our spaces.

Also, really weird how they just jump straight into saying "pro-endos" aren't systems either. Hate to break it to you, but there are a lot of traumagenic DID systems whose disorders and trauma are just valid as yours. And they manage to not be bigots too!

Wait... are they claiming that ALL dissociation can only be caused by trauma?

Although previous research has implicated a history of childhood trauma in the development of dissociative tendencies, insufficient cognizance (in this context) has been taken of the distinction between pathological and nonpathological dissociation. In this study, the relationship between childhood trauma and both pathological and nonpathological dissociation was investigated in a sample of 100 Australian adults. Pathological dissociation was positively predicted by dimensions of childhood trauma, but no such relationship was found for nonpathological dissociation (psychological absorption). The data are consistent with the traumagenic model of the dissociative disorders, but factors other than childhood trauma may also be pertinent.

Amazing how they compare us with anti-vaxxers while trying to claim all dissociation is traumagenic. This wasn't even hard to find. 🙄

"I don't care about any morals"

Well, at least you're up front about it.

Also, I tend to check the DID tags every now and then and you know what I don't see there? Endogenic systems!

"#Endo Safe" tags are more often than not used by pro-endo traumagenic systems.

Guess what! If you have DID, you get to post in the DID tags. Being a hateful bigot isn't a requirement! Anyone with DID has the right to post in the DID tags, and can tag their post as endo safe too!

Maybe you wouldn't get as many anons from endogenic systems if you stop posting in inclusive tags. Just a thought!

How are they harmful to the community again?

Weren't you just saying earlier that pro-endos were stealing resources? Now you're acknowledging that they're making resources for the community, but this is also bad?

LOL!

Genic labels literally only exist because of the pro-endo community. And the anti-endo community notoriously hates xeno-origins like NPD-genic. Yes, people will assume you're endo-safe when you use xeno-origins because these terms, like most resources in the plural community, were made by pro-endos.

Keep it up guys! It's working! We're spreading!

Sorry, I don't feel like rebutting anything here. I just appreciate seeing that our efforts are paying off!

The Future is Plural! 😁

Stop!

This talking point has been completely debunked.

System hopping was used by pro-endos 15 years before the earliest association with RAMCOA. The idea that it was a RAMCOA term is a total lie invented by anti-endos!

OSDD-1A and OSDD-1B are not actually official disorders. There is an OSDD. The first example, called OSDD-1 sometimes, gives two possible presentations. One with less distinct alters and amnesia, and another with no amnesia. But these aren't called OSDD-1a or OSDD-1b.

If your goal is education, this nuance is important.

Could it be because ASPEC people have dealt with a ton of exclusionism from some queer communities, and are more accepting of other people as a result? And perhaps they also recognize similarities between system exclusionists and queer exclusionists?

You're coming and posting in our tags!

That's why people keep interacting with you! "Plural" is a term coined by non-disordered systems, you've been told this, and you insist on posting in inclusive tags anyway!

You don't get to bust in someone's door, complain about them in their home, and then tell them not to interact with you! It doesn't work like that!

Funny how these are the only sources they can provide. And they exclusively deal with DID without even touching on other forms of plurality.

Anyway...

The ICD-11 says you can experience "multiple distinct personality states" without a dissociative disorder.

The creators of the theory of structural dissociation have said hypnosis and mediumship may involve self-conscious dissociative parts of the personality.

And Transgender Mental Health, written by Eric Yarbrough and published by the American Psychiatric Association (who publishes the DSM) says you can be plural without trauma or a disorder.

Sources repeatedly affirm that it's possible to be plural without trauma!

Anyone who claims it's impossible to be plural without trauma is either ignorant or lying.

And if you're going to keep spreading hate and misinformation, at least keep it out of inclusive tags!

[paranormalactivity5]

you were right in front of me.

༺♡༻

Bestfriend!Eddie Munson x fem!reader      

Notes: looked it up and apparently there is a member of hellfire named doug so he’s in this, y/n has an aunt. The confession is based of a tiktok i saw. As always constructive criticism and feedback is welcomed!

Summary: Eddie realizes hes in love with his best trend and a freudian slip occurs.

WC: 1.2k

Everyone was sitting at the Hawkins High lunch table in their assigned but, not assigned seats chatting along as usual, but when Eddie sat down he immediately noticed something was wrong. “Wheres y/n?” “oh she's helping her aunt move today, she didn't tell you?” Steve said confused, the two told each other everything. “No….” he replied confused himself, they did tell each other everything; why didn't she tell him? And this was such a small thing, why was it bothering him?

Gareth arrived at the table, sitting down making an upset “oomph” sound when he hit the chair “What up with you?” Robin asked “Bethany totally shot him down when he tried to ask her out.'' Jeff remarked “Yup, I saw it, he barely got past one word, crashed and burned” Doug said making a fake missile fall and explode with his hand for extra salt in the wound. “You love this too much! I mean you're basking in my humiliation!”. Everyone laughed  and then Robin interjected “Hey don't laugh at him, I'm just as bad, I mean Vicky doesn't know I like her and I can barely get a word in.” She continues to pick at the carrots on her plate. Everyone continues ranting about their relationships or, lack thereof when Dustin butts in “you know you've been awfully quiet over there Eddie?”

“What?” he asks confused “surprised he havent started wailing on about y/n.” Gareth says with a chuckle but quickly shuts up when eddie gives him a glare “Seriously what the hell are you guys talking about?” “how you’re so hopelessly in love with her but she dosent seen to notice?” robin states like its obvious, he dosent notice the smirk on her face when she says the last part. the whole table nods “she's so pretty, her style is so cool!” Jeff remarks quoting eddie “she's so smart!” lucas adds, this continues on until eddie relalizes, holy shit are they right? Is he in denial? I mean yeah he’ll admit that what he feels for her is a bit more then friendship but, is he in love?

Youve been helping your aunt move all day and were exhausted but now it was time to get ready for your weekly hangout with eddie and knowing you were going to see him gave you just enough energy to get there, eat some pizza, and watch a movie. As you were getting ready you were overthinking as you always did before you saw him; Should you wear a skirt? Or would that make it to obvious you were trying to impress him? You landed on just some black ripped jean shorts, some spiderweb tights and a metallica shirt with some combat boots. A simple outfit, a little over the top for movie and pizza but, maybe just enough for eddie to finally get the hint

When you arrived at eddies you hugged him like you usually do but he seemed stiff, which was odd because he would always welcome you into a big bear hug, sometimes even picking you up off the ground! He seemed so uncomfortable throughout all of “little shop of horrors” until you finally made the suggestion that you should smoke a joint and order pizza, maybe it would loosen him up and he would say what was so obviously bothering him

He began to rifle through the drawer next to his bed where he kept his own personal stash and pulled out all the things needed and began to grind up a small nug. Most of this happened silently, whatever was bothering him must be really bad, usually he would be talking up a storm.

He was feaking out, the second he saw her smile and felt him hug her he knew he was screwed. Hes definetly in love. As he was preparing the joint he decided he cant keep acting all weird she might catch on. Hopefully a joint can helf him lossen up.

About 10 minutes of smoking later and Eddie and defineitly chilled out some. Just as you were about to ask him what had him so worked up in the first Place the doorbell rang, Eddie got up to get it quite quickly, “That must be the pizza, ill go get it.” guess he was still a little nervous. In Eddie's head he was once again freaking out. Your eyes were heavy, your voice and body relaxed, you looked so pretty…..you always did, but since the realization he loved you it became increasingly hard to not throw himself into you, hopefully you didnt notice.

By the time he had paid the guy, gotten you both a slice and some beer you had picked up and began flipping through it. “You ever think about your wedding?” you asked “sometimes, why?” “there were some wedding dresses in this magazine…..i bet yours would be like, lord of the rings themed or something.” you snarked while chuckling “i meannnn…” he looks at you with a knowing look in his eye. “No you’re right that would be cool as fuck” you admit “expensive as hell tho.” you nod in agreement. “Well who would i be like your best- maid of- best woman..is that a thing?” or i could be the bride, you think to yourself. “Yeah i think thats a thing”

“Shit I mean you could be the bride who knows” he says laughing. Holy shit holy shit does he even realize what he just said? It seems he does when he looks up and you're staring at him “What?”  “you know like.. it's a possibility…like with all the roles you could possibly take its…in the realm. Not like I want you to be the bride” he lets out a small laugh. He's messing with his hands and touching his hair, which he always does when he lies. Hes lying. “You’re lying” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. “Huh?” “you’re playing with your hands and your hair while looking down, you always do that when you're lying….You like me?”  “I love yo-” he begins to admit nervously, but before he can get another word out your lips are on his, youre not sure what caused such confidence to come over you, maybe years of pinning. You could tell he wasn't expecting it but he soon melted into the kiss, years of what was thought to be unrequited love being poured in from both sides. 

Once you pulled apart you spent a moment just staring into each other's eyes. You're the first to speak “Why didn't you tell me?” the answer would've made you fall to your knees if you weren't already half straddling him “Baby I can barely hear my own thoughts when I'm with you.” you smile and giggle, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, he does the same. “Robins gunna freak.” you point out with a laugh and his head slightly turns to look at you quizzically. “She's been trying to set us up forever” you state. He thinks back to the conversation from later today…. he's going to have to thank her.

[alan-in-the-outernet]

Somehow Yellow does some science magic bullshit and let’s Alan and Figment ‘talk’ for a bit.

Alan: Who.. are you?

Figment: Me? Well, I guess I could be considered your ghost!

Alan: My.. ghost?

Figment: Yup! y’see, Vicky really missed being able to fantasize about torturing us! When your computer blew up, he thought you were dead, how funny!

Alan: You- so then.. what are you?

Figment: Like I said, you! A Figment of you, to be more specific. Vicky missed us THAT much that he needed me and you to ‘exist’ in some capacity.. he needed the encouragement, the THRILL of the enemy, something to fight against! But eventually? He got attached! *maniac cackling* attached! Funny, isn’t it?

Alan: ..I-

Figment: I don’t really know if I’m just inaccurate, or if you just.. changed over the years, but I guess that happens to everyone, no matter how much Vicky wants to live in the past.

I don't know why, how, or if that would happen but... spooky...

And Alan would be so disturbed. Especially with how cheerful about it Figment is.

Alan: So you don't... care that you're made up?

Figment: No? Did you get hit on the head? I'm not real! Why would I feel anything? *A low chuckle* It's Vicky who cares, not me.

Alan: ...So one day you might just- vanish?

Figment: Well, yeah. When Vicky stops living in the past, if that ever happens. *Leaning back, snorting*

Alan: ...That doesn't scare you?

Figment: No, idiot... *A small sigh* Are you all dumb? I'm not *real*. I never have been

Alan: ...

Figment: The sooner that really clicks for ol' Vicky, the better *Another chuckle*

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 21: Masks & Makeup 💄

You & Robin both got up bright and early both too excited for the events for tonight to really sleep in. Today was Robin and Eddie’s senior skip day anyway having Robin overnight last night you both had a great time. Painting your toenails gossiping eating snacks and bopping to your records & 8 tracks even with the less then 4 hour sleep you both got you’re both bursting with energy. You got a surprise for Robin she’s such a good friend you had to repay her somehow for all her help & a little something for yourself too. You decided to treat robin to getting her hair done anyway her heart desires for her special day. Your heart hurts for her you & Steve are the only ones who know her secret & knowing how badly she wanted to ask Vicki but opting to go with her male bff you’re hoping this gesture brings up her spirits. “Hey robs why don’t you get dressed & I’ll meet you at the car” you smile at her she looks at you confused “uhh we forget something I’m not aware of… WAIT the guys aren’t getting ready here too are they because that’s b-“ you cut her off “Robs we didn’t forget anything no need to spaz out I just have a special surprise for you & we have to drive to get it” her eyes light up like a kid on Christmas “okay meet you in the car!!” She shouts as she darts outside already swinging your keys around. The ride there she can’t sit still not used to being treated this way she starting to feel special & is so glad to have someone like you as a friend you pull up to the hair salon and smile at her peeking over your sunglasses “okay let’s go hot stuff time for us to look HOT!!” Her eyes wide she jumps out and follows you to the door “ready?” She smiles one you’ve never seen her pull yet & it rubs at your heartstrings “yup let’s do this thing” you link arms & go inside robin looking all over the place like a kid in a candy shop eyeing all the products and styling tools she turns to you “uh what should we do?” You cross your arms “today is about you too rob I want you to get whatever it is you what whatever makes my friend happy” you wink at her the two stylist's approach you both to get you all set you know you wanna feel beautiful but you want something fresh too something to go with the new leaf you’ve turned since moving here. You settle for a dye cut and style y/c/h dyed a gorgeous black with a blonde money piece the dead ends trimmed & your hair curled & waved in an old Hollywood style look you turn to see robin All finished her hair in a curly updo with babies breath and a few roses around the crown of her head she looks amazing. She finally see your new look her jaw drops “oh my god Jamie!!! You’re…. You’re fkn hot!! What the hell?! You look like a whole new person!” You blush “thanks robs I love yours you look so beautiful!” Both giddy & ready to head back to finish getting ready you both stopped for a surprise your fake id coming in handy one more year until 21 but you’re not gonna just come to this thing without something to share with your love & friends a bottle of makers mark for the guys and some sangria for you & Robin. You start with her makeup she wants a natural look but you know you’re giving her a smoky eye anyway once you put the finishing touches you turn her around she gasps “is that a good gasp or a bad one” she turns to you lips wobbling “I… I… I love it Jamie thank you her eyes well with tears you pull her in for a hug “you’re so lucky I used waterproof mascara don’t ruin my master piece” you giggle robin goes to finish up while you start on your own makeup. Smoky eye with earth tones & some shimmer to make it pop a movie star red lip & peach blush you pull out your dress add your ruby necklace and matching earrings & add your head piece now that it’s dry you & robin glued black and red stones on it & you slip on your favorite black heels & wait to put your mask on until after photos with everyone. You pull out your stash hiding a few prerolled joints for later & leaving one out for now “hey Buckley” you twist it in your fingers she smiles “don’t gotta tell me twice”.

[theinsanecrayonbox]

FOP: A New Wish e24-30

woooooo more FOP! we got so many things going on, so let's get down to business

Episode 24: The Treble with Rivals

there are schools that have band and orchestra? i thought they were the same thing, just if it was bigger it got labeled orchestra. weird.

there's a Nmusic Phairy...why didn't you run Fairy Idol? are you actually a Muse?? that would explain the stupid spellings...but those are fairy wings...

and wait, isn't wishing for musical talent to do at an audition technically participating in a competition...not that we follow that rule much these days

so the difference between Band and Orchestra seems to be that one is strings and one is wind and brass based...despite orchestra having winds and brass sections

also what school thinks it's a good idea to give children only 1 week of practice before putting on a concert??

ooo musical fae wood.

again why is band vs orchestra a thing?? everything in band is in orchestra normally; is it because orchestra is harder to get into so the left overs get band then? that would make sense i guess...

you know, i'm kind of sad there was no Jets vs Sharks musical number this episode given that it is two musical groups/gangs fighting one another

oh hey it's older brother; makes sense since he's featured next episode. hurray continuity!

so...i think i got too focused on an insignificant detail this episode, but to be fair there wasn't much to this one. not bad, but not one of the stronger stories

Episode 25: Rattleconda Racers

ooo we finally meet the older brother!

haha little sister is jealous of big brother's new girlfriend. classic.

ah the poorly worded unintended wish. also classic.

wonder if Antony thinks he's dreaming right now, because he's far too nonchalant about this

heh Wanda getting too deep into the RP

geeze this is the second rough punk lady of the series

oh NOW it's against eth rules to use magic to cheat huh? yup typical Da Rules logic. but wishing yourself out as a no-go is a classic for the trapped in the board game story, so...

dawwww sweet sibling moment. and very good story beat; so far yeah Hazel's been learning to deal with all eth changes and has adapted well, but she's a kid so of course when her brother is back she reverts only to realize that things are different and even she is different. good story telling.

oh he just thought he was imagining everything, mk

overall, very classic setup and payoff, but it worked very well. good story!

Episode 26: Dig a Little Deeper

subterranean rock monsters huh? we've had those before...like twice (Engine Blocked and The Big Fairy Share Scare i think)...hm...

oh hey Alec Schwimmer is the writer??

oh right, Hazel likes rocks...we haven't touched that since e1 i think

yeah Dev with his O-pair drones and talks of cooperate takeover, that's totally Goblin like...

coolest, shiniest, and out of this world rock...is it a Wonderstone???? and a different universe??? O.o????

Cosmo's argued with his echo before, hasn't he?

another lost wand plot? uhg...i guess it's the least egregious sin they could pull, but still, we just had one of those with the FNaF episode

oh it's a rockman not a moleman...which the synopsis did say, so why is that a surprise to me??

threatening to drop the heroine in lava. heh. and Hazel nerd correcting lol. love you girl. but none of the rockmen look like they're made of laps lazuli (i too am a bit of a rock nerd girl)

oh that triangle one was bluish, i guess they could be lapis

oh and a last second reminder that there's Peri around

so this was an interesting one. technically low magic, and Hazel got to nerd out. i liked it

Episode 27: Operation Birthday Takeback

the return of Vicky! also, nice that we're focusing on a birthday that isn't the main protagonist first; didn't we do that in the original...Tootie's birthday was established before Tim's...in s0 and the main series...and Vicky was the problem in both of those too....huh...

oo this is also a double (full 22 min) episode. fun!

awww Dev, your dad sucks. but still good highlighting how he treats Peri; he thinks Peri should know what he needs/wants since the O-pair drones are programed to do that PLUS the fact that Dev doesn't even know what he wants

adult Vicky...has the earring from her 18 year old self in Channel Chasers...but she doesn't look like she should be in her 40s (oh eye bags, yeah sure that's 40s uhuh)...and being a birthday performer?? that's not an occupation i ever thought she'd had

CHIP SKYLARK!!! and if it was an oldie hit that Jazmine's mother listened to, then yeah it's gotta be 20 years in the future

ok, her using child slave labor does track, but as a party performer? that sounds more like a daycare setup...

we are referencing Nectar of the Odds! so yeah it's very telling that Dale is THAT inattentive if he'd hire Vicky with that being their history

the Dale-cave is funny and so over the top, not gonna lie. but oh yeah, Dale is the new Crocker, and he has the funds to do that (and huh, dad obsessing over the best friend...the Dimmadomes are the Osborns...ok Superverse Dev is a Green Goblin analog)

Dev nearly spilled the beans! but then again he answered the door with Peri not knowing it was Hazel so...not surprising (Foop returns later; does Dev loose Peri and Foop swoops in to take over??). yet he could probably get away with claiming he was a new advanced O-pair drone if he had to

commercial break; there's a commercial for NW and there were clips i don't recognize?? punk adult Hazel?? O.o?? excite! (yet again with the punk ladies; is this going to be a recurring thing?? is that a bad thing?)

why are you guys writing on his white board thing?? even Peri realizes this is a bad idea

heh the under the table graffiti; this show puts cute little details in the environment so well

ICKY VICKY SONG REVENGE MONTAGE TIME!!!

Chinfinity War poster in Dev's room! and is that baby Poof as Darth Maul in the other poster?? O.o i know he dressed like that before, but that feels super random

yeah get Dev a lemonade, he can't have a milkshake remember

awww Dev saved Hazel, so sweet...to bad a third act breakup is happening again

the fairies finally learn that Vicky is here, and a Timmy name drop! but Peri's reaction is actually kinda gold lol

Vicky kissing up the perceived parents, yup. and hey Peri did turn into an O-pair drone. and a coupled decades, so yup 20 years minimum

and here comes the third act breakup. but very interesting that he thinks she manipulated him...because that's all anyone has ever done to him

ok we mentioned 2001 (when the series proper started), and if this is set in real time, it's 2024 so that's 23 years...ok so yeah, NW is 20 years after the original series up to at least season 7 (since that's when Foop appeared). we are slowly figuring out the timeline folks!!

awww Peri is trying. and Dev once again self sabotages himself because he doesn't know how to cope (so that's why Foop comes later, he wished Peri away). i gotta say, i think Dev might be the best character

this was practically a perfect episode. low magic, but the problem wasn't caused by magic. it's very character heavy, but deep in lore. and it advances the central plot points. A++ team!!

Episode 28: Potazal Pohtahzal

weird name, but ok. also the return of Mother Nature huh? is this yet another redesign (spoilers: yes it is)

Sparky?? "when did we get a dog"??? O.o!!! nonononononononono!!!!!!! oh wait it's the trash can she's mak pretending, ok, that's safe. DO NOT give me a heart attack like that show!!

ok so the wish of the day is unlimited french fries. so...this is Just Desserts light, since only she's getting them not the whole world, and it's about eating only 1 food type instead of a healthy balance

oh a musical number, ok i guess

oh hey a map!!! and not a very...correctly cut up map...so don't know how accurate this is, but it looks like Dimmadelphia is in Illinois...yeah this isn't a good map, i don't seem to exist on it so *shrugs*

Da Rules says you talk to Mother Nature about when your godkid turns into a food item huh? how does that make sense?

and yup new redesign for Mother Nature. not a terrible one i'll give, much better than the others so far (Cupid, Father time)

of course she'd go and eat the source potato. so to fix it she's...going to chop herself up??? O.O!!! SHOW!! child dismemberment??? of course it wouldn't happen, but still! i love you

and we just grow a new one and everything is fixed. that's fine

the moral of the story is moderation and sharing and eating properly

the trash can actually barked/talked....no, nopenopenopenopenope, idc if it was just a button gag, nope. we do not want (all of) s9 to be canon to this timeline. no

Episode 29: The Haunting of Wells House

lol another horror movie parody title, nice. also Marcus focused, and ghost focused, ok, i'm into it (can't be scarier than them threating to canonize Sparky last episode after all)

Hazel filming youtube videos with her dad. cute.

daww i was almost hoping the scary movie Cosmo and Wanda was gonna give them would be the one from Timmy's 2-D House of Horror about the haunted volcano. but zombie fairies is cool too i guess....we did have a zombie plague earlier in eth season after all...

oh haunted fairy video tape. fun

and now we're a ghost hunting show, even in the night vision green

i like the detail that Ghost Pepper (heh the multi level puns of that name, great job) has limbs that disconnect

HA! Jorgen's a priest to perform an exorcist. that's great, and funny, especially in his camo smock

does Jorgen have a whole haunted collection of VHS tapes?? wut?

so this one was alright. it was a quick one and done romp.

Episode 30: Best of Luck

the return of Foop!! or, Irep now...why would he stick with the mirrored name instead of changing to Anti-Peri? as a baby, that's silly, but ok sure, especially since Poof changed his name as an adult, maybe that's normal so the Anti-faries do similar. and c'mon, Anti-Peri sounds like Anti-fairy even...maybe that's why they didn't do it? and also, his full name is Periwinkle, so it should be...an unpronounceable mess backwards...why not just Anti-Peri??? meh, oh well, lets just see how this goes i guess.

who's hands are on the title card?

oh NOW we are siting Da Rules about taking a competition prize. also, peri came back after being wished away? mk, won't argue that. but yeah Da Rules prevent chaos, thus why the djinn are more annoying. but i get it, Dev's annoyed by Da Rules, giving the opening for Irep to arrive

and arrive he does...and looks like an idiot being a block head. Peri didn't stay a ball, despite circular heads being a thing.

wait when did that calendar start...it's currently May huh? interesting...why were orchestra/band tryouts in the middle of the school year? or should that have been an earlier episode, since there was no clear evidence of Peri to time stamp it...but there was glasses-less Dev...still, this means that summer break is getting close, so interesting...also means that Anthony's visit would've probably been spring break, so again why was band/orchestra tryouts in the middle of the school year??? if it was one or the other maybe, implying that they share the same class timeslot so it's a half year program, thus the kids that play instruments in both go full year-why am i STILL hung up on that??? (it's like when i got stuck on e1 of BNHA about how the goo guy's volume should've exceeded the soda bottles and was his brain a thing was every cell of his body sentient...) MOVING ON!

wow i think this is the first time Da Rules has stated that they can't kill anyone with magic. that's kinda weird...especially since Marrianne did do that (by starting WWI)...oh maybe she's the godchild that made that a rule, ok i can buy that

also you guys have dealt with Anti-fairies before, why wasn't that a go to idea?

this rock paper scissor game has move moves than the Big Bang one, geeze

dawww Dev lashing out because he's sad and falling back to his old ways

oh hey we're following the rule about "when a fairy quits any magical being can fill in"...just like Fairy Idol where another blue chaos entity took over...i wonder if we'll get genies in this series

oh Jorgen swoops in to save the day! because no 2 weeks notice...that was never a thing before...dumb, but oh well, we didn't want Irep to stay around.

dawww Dev still lashing out even as Hazel tries to extend the olive branch. and ooo he's gonna be researching Anti-fairies...he gonna break out Irep isn't he....ANTI-FAIRY PLAUGE UPON THE WORLD!

so hey good setup for a future plot point i hope! and again, it does make logical sense to evolve things in that direction. very fun!!

oooo next week says there's an episode with multiverse stuff??? exciting! still loving the show, keep it up!!

[roboticsstuff]

Ripslinger x Dusty Crophopper Headcanons

*Humanized*

Gift for: @ask-shu-todoroki

Dusty Crophopper:

- Dusty saved Ripslinger from the fire when they first met again.

- Dusty asked Maru to help him out.

- Maru always has this smug shitty face when Dusty and Ripslinger were with each other. (He ships these two people together-)

- He's Bisexual

- Ripslinger and Dusty's relationship went from Enemies to friends to Boyfriends to a Married couple.

- Dusty was helping Ripslinger with his broken arm and leg from the crash during the fire, and he was Ripslinger's Physical Therapist.

- Dusty is Submissive (But can fight, he's kinda like Nicole Watterson) (When he cusses that means he's pissed, and annoyed.)

- Dusty wears his wedding ring on his golden necklace.

- Dusty grew up in New Orleans before he moved to Propwash Junction, Minnesota with his step father.

- Had an abusive mother named Wind Whistle Crophopper. (His real father Vicky Crophopper died in an army plane accident) (Skipper witnessed the murder of his best friend Vicky Crophopper getting killed by The Red Baron, and Skipper had PTSD.)

- His mother was homophobic and transphobic. (Oof-)

- Can play an assortment of string instruments. (Cello, Violin, Viola, Bass, and Harp) (Ripslinger loves it when his husband plays the Violin)

- Has high metabolism.

- Sees Skipper as his father figure.

- Scars from his crash on his face, shoulder, and has a scar on the border of his nose. (Aka, Planes: Fire and Rescue)

- Was the smartest kid in class, and he was proud of it.

Remington "Ripslinger" Tornado Baron:

- Was shocked that his father revealed his secret of him killing Dusty's father.

- Ended his friendship with Zed and Ned. (Ned and Zed were PISSED)

- He was secretly attracted to boys. (Yup- You're welcome Dusty~)

- His Brother Bullet was a bitch and he is Ripslinger's little brother.

- Hated Dusty on the outside, but loved Dusty on the inside- He was a simp!

- His dominant (But can get scared when Dusty is pissed.)

- Wears his wedding ring on his finger.

- Can sing like an angel when Dusty plays his instrument and they can cover a song that they want to cover.

- Dusty and Ripslinger adopted three kids Called: Daisy (Second oldest), River Rush (Male eldest), Red Velvet (Youngest daughter)

- Kisses Dusty on his scars and it warms Dusty's scars.

- Dusty and Ripslinger dances with each other with their favorite songs in the living on Friday nights.

- Confessed to Dusty first when they were friend/crushes

- Proposed to Dusty at Piston Peak after the fight. (Plot: Dusty said yes and kissed him while the fire rangers looked at them in shock, Blade was so damn proud of Dusty)

- On Valentine's Day they always drink until they get tipsy. (And they spice it up in the bedroom)

- He is Pansexual.

[doctorstrangereview]

Doctor Strange #173

Cover Date: October 1968 On-Sale Date: July 12, 1968

This issue closes the Dormammu returns arc. Oddly, on the cover, Dormie's head is colored green. I guess they needed him to have the same color as nearly every other villain in this series, even if it's for one picture. Colan gives us lots more weird. Roy writes a good yarn.

Doc stands between Dormie's army of dykkors and the doorway of the dimensions. Dormie is about to send his minions to attack when Umar, clever as always, goads him into a personal duel with the sorcerer. Dormie realizes why she wants this but he does enters into the duel anyway. Doc isn't sure he's up for this and Dormie conjures A LOT of power which Gene illustrates as a full page.

The dykkors are as cowardly as ever. I'm not sure why Dormie thinks they can help him conquer a universe, but maybe it's just the sheer numbers. Doc spends a page countering the maelstrom and then wonders why Dormie doesn't attack again. He used too much gas on that attack and now he's spent. One of the dykkors says naughty things about Dormie's stamina and is banished to nothingness for its efforts. Oops! That'll teach to talk out of turn.

Over on camera 2, Clea and Victoria are heading back to Earth. Cleas is wondering how they'll survive the transition to the Earth dimension and lo and behold, protective bubbles appear around them. This series' timing can be spot on at times! While in the bubble, Vicky frets melodramatically about the fact that Doc will never hers.

Camera 3 shows us Wong at the Sanctum Sanctorum just as a purple aberration appears in mid-air. He is excited because he thinks Doc has returned, but it's just Clea and Vicky. This is the first time Clea and Wong have met. Apparently Doc has told each one about the other.

The ladies appear with a large splash of glowing water. It's a good thing Wong is a domestic and can clean things up. He spends the next couple of panels doing this while Clea attempts to stop Vicky from telling Wong that Doc is in danger. Too late. She blabbed and now Wong is worried. Just as Wong finishes cleaning up the glowing other-dimension water there is a furious knocking at the door. It's Doctor Benton, Doc's former colleague from his neurosurgeon days. Keep an eye on this guy!

Benton pushes past Wong telling him he will wait for Doc and starts ranting. We switch to camera 4 where we see the exterior of the Sanctum. Gene isn't good at drawing this yet. Don't worry, he gets better over the years.

After attacking everything about Doc's life including the attire of his ladies, Wong now frets over Doc's fate and we go back to The Realm Unknown. The tunnel to get there is much nicer than NYC's Lincoln Tunnel.

Dormie has wrapped Doc in constricting chains. They'll kill him as they get tighter. Of course, as is typical for the series, no one stays to the end. Dormie goes off to continue attacking the doorway and Gene gives us a clever three-panel series.

Umar herself is being spied on and subtly manipulated by Clea implanting a suggestion. As a bonus, the Orb of Agamotto finally receives its name officially. Umar is out of sorts, however so Clea and Vicky come up with a plan to juice her up.

Umar is now back to her old self. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, she doesn't question how this is happening and frees Doc.

Doc quickly hurries to the doorway. He pushes Dormie through to Earth and the doorway snaps shut before any of the dykkors can follow.

Without the dykkors for support, it's just Doc and Dormie. The first thing Doc does is solidify the clouds so no one below can see the battle. Those below will feel the effects as all that power flying around causes some nasty weather. Gene gives us another clever panel layout as the two enemies engage.

The battle doesn't last very long. Doc starts attacking with air molecules that hit Dormie like steel-hard pellets. Yup, Doc is confident again. He has realized what is going on even if Dormie hasn't yet. Dormie repels the attack, but it thoroughly exhausts him. It's time for Doc to give the big reveal!

Yes, Dormie's oath (technically given twice in Strange Tales #127 and again in Strange Tales #141) is raining down on his head. Now we know Dormie's words are more than just words. Doc attempts to banish Dormie, but he manages to escape back to the Dark Dimension. Things have returned to the status quo. Doc returns to his Sanctum in yet another convenient magical bubble. The captions explain the bubble keeps him from being seen which is why the cloak alone won't do on this occasion.

So Doc re-enters the Sanctum through the walls! And who happens to be in the same room he materializes in? None other than Doc's former colleague, Doctor Benton. Benton dismisses the appearance as an illusion and offers Doc a job as a consultant so he "can be of service to humanity again." If only he knew the truth. Doc's a bit tired and asks if we can do this some other time. Benton gets frustrated and leaves angrily.

"As a surgeon you were greed personified and now you're playing Wizard of Oz!" Quite a statement. Watch out for this guy. We're not done with him yet.

The final panel gives us the first time the title Sorcerer Supreme is used. Even though the captions calls Doc this, he isn't yet. He won't officially get it for another five years. It also gives us an unpleasant fact about Doc's life. There's quite a bit of crushing loneliness. That may be about to change.

We wrap up the Domammu arc with a satisfying conclusion that weaves in threads to future stories to be picked up later. Gene Colan continues to demonstrate he is the right artist for this book and Roy understands the character better than at any time after the Lee/Ditko days. He is even giving Doc more depth and describing what the life of a master magician is like. Doc has grown beyond the cold and rude figure who exists merely to fight the forces the rest of us can't

[tmwcs]

My Roommates Ex - Chapter 4

Hiiii peeps! So sorry for the delay, but finally got around to finishing the last bit of this chapter for MRE. There are still more to come, I think there's either one or two more chapters left. But if you've been reading the series, this chapter is where it starts to get good.

Pairings: Heeseung and you

Warnings: Yup here we go, drug/steroid usage, bullying, harassment, sexual harassment, threats, use of intimidation, physical assault, physical altercations, sexists remarks, sexists attitude, emotional instability, and implied stalking. I think thats it.

Summary: Trust me, read this chapter because it's getting good and next chapter is fire. Enjoy!

-Begin Read-

As you remained pensive on the stimulating thoughts of your moments with Heeseung, you hear a knock at your door. Thinking that it might be him, you made your way over to open it. Normally he would always send you a text, or phone call even, letting you know he was on his way over to pick you up or to come see you, but you paid no mind as you were about to greet a smile, and mention that he no longer had to knock since he has Vicky’s old key.

The smile never appeared, and the greeting never came. All your movements came to a sudden stop after seeing who was at the door.

Samuel.

Your eyes stung from the intense look you expelled as you saw your ex-boyfriend standing right outside your room.

“Hey kiddo!”

Hey kiddo?...

You remained speechless, firmly tightening your grasp on the knob. A plethora of questions were running through your head, you didn’t know which one to ask first. You weren’t sure if you were confused, shocked, or feeling slightly offended that he was here, casually greeting you as if he didn’t cease the growth of the relationship that no longer existed.

“You not gonna say anything? Ouch. Burn.”

He spoke his words playfully, like he always used to. Yet, this wasn’t a moment where it called for playful and friendly notions of familiarity, he shouldn’t be here, but he was. After hearing him chuckle from his last sarcasm, you finally calmed your nerves enough to speak.

“What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean? Didn’t we agree that I would come visit when we last face timed?”

You furrowed your brows and glared at him, the audacity he had in referencing a moment that you both shared before he crushed you, all the while being completely dismissive about it. Not willing to entertain the thought in figuring out why he was here, you shut the door in his face, rather harshly, as you locked it and took steps back, glaring at the wooden frame. Not knowing the reason behind his unannounced visit, nor did you care. You didn’t truly care.

He knocked, yet again. Finding the confusion of what was happening overwhelming, you walked over to the bathroom, closed the door, and sat on the floor with your back against the wall. After a minute or two, the knocking had stopped.

Feeling apprehensive, you remained seated in place. Finding the thought of standing in a wide-open space, such as the main area of your room, to be displeasing and uncomfortable, you stayed put and tried to find some level of comfort and wholesomeness in the enclosed space. Not able to put your finger on it, you had an instinctive reaction to remain hidden away for just a bit.

Unsure of how much time had passed, since your phone was left on your desk, your panic to rush in the bathroom enabled you to think of nothing else but to hide. Up until you started to feel less uneasy, you stayed put, unable to think rationally as the level of uneasiness was at its peak. Once you had felt your breathing was back at normal pace, you slowly opened the bathroom door and peeked out, remaining overly cautious despite knowing you were the only one in the room.

Wearily, you walked over to the door, your hand shook uncontrollably as you reached for the knob, your heart was pounding painful beats, as you subtly cracked an opening, being as quiet as you could.

Peeking through the crack, you didn’t see him, only the blank wall. You widened the opening as you slightly poked your head out and looked both ways to see if he was around. He wasn’t, he was gone.

You hurriedly closed the door and locked it; developing unsecured thoughts that increased your levels of concern. Grabbing your phone, you saw the notification of unread messages from Heeseung, all received when you had locked yourself in the bathroom. Asking if you were awake and if you wanted to try out the new café they built on 4th street, you felt a thread of relief and comfort weaving you back together.

Responding back, you gave him an affirmative answer. The thought of being anywhere, with Heeseung and away from this dorm is what you wanted, more so now than normal. As you were drafting a separate message to Heeseung, your phone notifies you of a text from an unknown number. The soreness in your chest shutters from within, you felt confident in figuring who it was from.

Of course, he would message you from an unknown number. He must have gotten a new phone, or a spare, after seeing that you had blocked his original number. It was done on the same night he sent you his email, although, it wasn’t initiated from the email itself that enabled your decision to block him. It was the wholesome act of rediscovering yourself, in the healed version that Heeseung presented. That became the only factor that haled yourself free from the past.

Opening the message, you read the contents of Samuel’s text.   

“Y/N, I didn’t want to bug you, so I left. But I would really like to talk to you. Please?”

The confusion grew more intense as you stared at his request. You couldn’t help but feel hostile towards him, but it wasn’t merely because of the email he sent, although it did break your heart. Yet, after Heeseung shined you with a method of love and understanding, to bless you with the mind to rationalize the situation, you looked passed the context of the email and Samuel’s newfound desires in life.

The hostility was emerging from him showing up unannounced and expressing a request to gain some sort of closure.

Questioning whether you should honor his request, you try to level yourself to make an effective decision that was worth your time. Calming your thoughts, you labored every thought process but found yourself growing heavily confused, causing a headache.

Wondering what Heeseung would do in this situation. The man knew of pain and betrayal, he experienced it with Vicky, yet he handled himself rather well and even expressed his understanding of her perspective. Which leads to the other reason on why everyone, not just you, but all his friends and peers, they all would come to him to gain his insight.

The workings of Heeseungs mind are well before his time, it truly was. Friends of his, such as Jake, would always call upon him whenever they needed the rightful guidance. He was very considerate and could point out factors in any situation that was exposed to him, leading people to re-evaluate and develop a better understand and solution to their issues.

Your mind was put at ease the moment you stopped thinking about Samuel and thought about Heeseung’s positive traits. Figuring it would be best, you decided that it may be a good idea to not bring up Samuel right away, and give your mind some clarity as you gradually think about the factors while enjoying the day with Heeseung.

You felt nervous when Heeseung came up to your room, afraid that Samuel was lurking around, unsure how severe the reaction between the two meeting would be, assuming it wasn’t going to be a positive one.

The early spring air started out refreshingly cool and warmed up as the day grew. After the café, Heeseung took you to an old town, it was very vintage and had all sorts of boutiques and shops, it was peaceful and lacked the over crowdedness that was present everywhere else. The stone walkways resembled the mid-western European architectural roads. He told you how it reminded him of his time in Europe, pleasantly surprising you since it was the first you’ve heard of mentioning this. He explained how he lived there for one year while participating in a student language and culture exchange program, where he lived in a host home.

“I was taking French studies at the time, so I went to Canada for one month, then to Paris, France.”

“Did you like it over there?”

“Not so much Paris. I liked the countryside better. You ever been?”

“No, not yet. I will someday, it’s on my bucket list.” You both chuckled at the mentioning of bucket list, walking side by side.

“Yeah, you should go one of these days.”

“Did you get to site see a bit?”

“Oh yeah. All the museums and cathedrals.”

“What was your favorite site?”

“I liked all of them. But honestly, my favorite moments were at the host house. The window in my room had a good view of the Eiffel Tower, and every night, starting at 9pm, the tower lights up every hour until midnight.”

“It lights up?”

“Yeah.

You enjoyed hearing Heeseung talk about his experience in France. It made you wonder if his significant level of maturity was attributed due to his experience in living overseas. Thinking about it made you feel comfortable in bringing up Samuel, feeling confident that Heeseung would console you on the matter.

The paved walkway surrounded a large lake, coming across an empty bench that faced the water, you both sat and took a break from your walk to enjoy the expanding view of the water, and the trees that framed around it. You didn’t bring up the topic immediately, mainly because you wanted a few moments to appreciate the beauty of the setting with Heeseung. After feeling calm enough to word out the situation, you began to explain everything to him.

Heeseung, as you correctly guessed, remained calm and poised. His face expression didn’t even change, he was intensively listening as he observed the lake, sitting with his arms crossed and his legs spread, with his knee touching yours.

While he had his methods that he used whenever he was helping other people work out their issues, with you, he had a different approach. His communicative methods in helping you figuring out the solution was entirely different. It was mainly due to whenever something was on your mind, you had already developed an approach to ease the situation, which would enable him to support you and trust your judgement, versus trying to help figure out a solution. Something he wasn’t used to but found refreshing.

“What do you want to do?”

“I think I should talk to him and establish closure, so he and I are in full understanding. I don’t want there to be any assumptions.”

You never responded back to Samuel’s email, at the time, you didn’t think it was necessary. You had developed an emotional response but never followed through in reaching out, seeing as how Samuel had, according to his email, clearly moved on. After this morning, however, you felt differently regarding your decision. Considering things can change, to include people’s minds, he needed to know that whatever guilt or regret that had surfaced on his conscious, he needed to figure out a way to ease his own pain, without you.

Heeseung continued to watch the lake, he nodded at your proposed resolve, but didn’t have any reaction to it, other than a small smirk and a simple nod as he remained seated with his arms crossed.

You found it peculiar that he remained oddly calm and relaxed towards the event, but then again, maybe he felt that there wasn’t anything to be worried about, and this may be a hint that his trust in you is beyond reproach.

Still, the pensive look he had as he admired the lake and the small smirk on his lips made you feel a bit strange, but you couldn’t narrow down as to why.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked him softly, smiling at him but he doesn’t look to see it. Instead, he shook his head subtly, breathed deep in through his nose, and shifted his shoulders never, breaking his gaze on the lake.

“Nothing.”

You weren’t fond of his short answer, or the fact that he didn’t look at you. Even though he was calm and relaxed and didn’t come off as annoyed or angry, it didn’t sit right with you on how he was being so focused in thought as soon as you brought up the situation with Samuel. Was he mad?

You caught yourself in mid thought and stopped. Trying to avoid the habit of overthinking it, you kept reminding yourself of Heeseung’s habit for being in touch with his mind, but it still was unsetting that he was coming off as a little distant.

You both decided to sleep in Heeseung’s room for the night, in the case Samuel tried revisiting your dorm. The frat homes contained private, and single rooms, unlike the shared space inside the dormitory. With Vicky being at a different college, and Heeseung having his own room, you both had two convenient options to choose from when it came to privacy and sleeping arrangements. Normally, the selection in regards to choosing which room to stay in, heavily depended on various factors that made sense of the current standing, one such as tonight.

Heading back to his room, the drive to his frat house was quiet, as Heeseung continued to look like he was deep in thought. You did some light reading on your phone, trying to avoid any awkwardness.

Normally you both would fall asleep while binge watching a new series or lay and talk at random, laughing, joking, and flirting with each other, but tonight was different and you began to regret bringing up the topic of Samuel.

Laying on his bed, you continued to read on your phone, occasionally glancing to see if was still deep in his train of thought, and he was.

He laid in his usual fashion, elbows bent, hands behind his head, while still wearing his cap. He continued to stare at the ceiling for hours, as you laid next to him and read chapters of a reading assignment.

It was only 8pm, yet you were ready to put this evening to an end. Locking your phone screen and setting it on the shelf attached to the headboard, you nuzzled yourself against him, and placed your head on his chest as your hair trails behind and drapes over the empty spacing behind you.

Resting your arm around his waistline, you closed your eyes and began to focus on falling asleep, when you heard the whispering sound that indicated he was smirking. A moment of relief swells within you but became even stronger when you felt him move his hands from under his head and wrap it around you.

Feeling reassured, and overjoyed at his display of affection, you continued to lay in his embrace and fell asleep shortly afterwards.

The next morning, you had Heeseung drop you back off to your dorm so you could take care of the remaining homework assignments, wanting to get everything done so you could leave yourself free for the entire afternoon to spend with him. There was also the talk with Samuel, which was more of a priority merely because you wanted to get it done and over with, refusing to have it sit on your shoulders much longer.

You opened his last message, wondering if he was even still around since you didn’t respond immediately. Asking him if he was available to talk this morning, hoping that you could get this situation out of the way before you start working on your assignments, you sent him your response.  

Samuel responded within seconds. You agreed to meet up within the hour to talk, informing him that you would like to carry the conversation in his rental in the dorm’s parking lot, trying to avoid him coming back up to your room.

You couldn’t help but feel strange that this was the first time you didn’t appreciate Samuel’s presence.  In high school, there was never a time where you felt uncomfortable with him, which is why it was shocking for you to feel that way now. However, thinking about it allowed you to point out that while Samuel had come off in a typically familiar manner, there was something about him that changed, but couldn’t narrow down as to what.

When Samuel texted you that he was in the lot, you walked down to meet him at the car. Sitting in the passenger seat, you looked over to see him smiling, looking concerningly too happy to see you. He was the first to speak, much to your dismay.

“So how you’ve been?”

You didn’t answer immediately, you raised an eyebrow and nodded your head with a simple response in telling him you’ve been good, never bothering to asking him the same in return, you really didn’t feel like opening that door.

There was a minute of awkward silence as you tried to figure out how to start the conversation and pilot it to how you wanted it to go. Just as you were about to speak, Samuel, once again was the first to get out his words.

“So…have you thought about me since we last spoke?”

“Last spoke?  You mean when you sent the email?”

“Yeah.” - “No.”

It wasn’t your intention to come out with your answer so quickly, however, it was the truth. He looked at you shocked and let out a nervous laugh.

“I can understand. I was a jerk.”

“Sam…why are you here?”

He stayed silent for a few moments, his posture was shifted towards you, leaning his side against the seat.

“I missed you.”

Wincing your eyes shut out of annoyance, and slightly shaking your head, you couldn’t help but feel offended towards his response. He was giving off a sense that he expected you to react a certain way upon hearing that he missed you. Absurd, considering that five months ago, he sent the email explaining he was lonely, lacking comfort and love, despite you being there to answer every one of his calls and messages and making yourself available to speak with him every single day.

“Don’t you miss me?”

“What happened with your fiancé?”

The question caught him off-guard. He shifts his body to face the windshield and places a hand on the steering wheel, and while avoiding eye contact, he tells you of what had happened shortly after breaking it off with you. Mind you, he had ended the relationship on his own accord much earlier on before he sent you the email. That made the experience much worse, considering while he was with someone else, unbeknownst to you, you were dedicating your time sending him messages, and calling in to check on him.  

“She and I just…you know. It didn’t work out.”

“What about your baby?” He scoffs as soon as you inquired about his unborn child.

“What about it? Is that a dealbreaker for you?”

“So, you came here because you guys didn’t work out?” You snapped back, not appreciating the look on his face as he squinted his eyes and formed a subtle smirk grazing the corner of his lip.  

“Is that a bad thing, y/n?”

What was with his attitude? He was being overly too ignorant with everything, you were starting to feel more annoyed than you intended.

“You shouldn’t have come here Sam. It’s been five months and I never reached out or responded to your email. What made you think that I was going to just receive you with open arms?”

His expression looked appalled at the harshness of your tone as he tells you that he flew all the way over to come see you, and that your behavior was rude.

“Look I messed up, and I’m sorry. But I’m back now. Remember all the times we spent with each other?”

Shutting his trip down to memory lane, you found yourself getting fed up with his dismissive attitude began explaining that you were no longer an a pursuable option for him, nor would you want to be even if you didn’t have Heeseung.

“Sam, I have a boyfriend, and it’s rude for you to come to my dorm so freely like this. Did you not consider that?”  The smile he had as he was about to bring up memories from high school faded quick, and his eyes stared at the steering wheel. He looked mad. Really mad. There was also a hint of disappointment in his expression as he became suddenly quiet and shifted his eyes between the steering wheel and a random spot on the windshield.

You didn’t want to create tension, especially after seeing the look of anger, it was strange, you’ve never seen him have a look like that while you two were dating. Trying to keep things from getting out of hand, you explain and appeal to his senses as the boy you knew as a teenager.

“I’m not trying to be harsh. I just think you need to find a different way to figure out your issues, I can’t be reachable for you, I don’t want to be.” He merely listened and looked at you before nodding.

“Can we at least be friends?”

You were slightly taken aback by his question, wondering why he was having such a hard time letting things go and moving on. You didn’t like the concept of remaining as friends after everything, perhaps if it had gone down differently, maybe. Overall, you felt it was best that the connection and history you both had, end here, just like your relationship with him. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

His expression didn’t change, he continued to remain calm, and his tone was mellow. “Why not?”

“Because I just don’t. I don’t want to revisit the past. It was good while it lasted but there is no reason for us to remain in contact. Let’s just wish each other well.”

He stayed quiet and pondered for a moment. “So, you really don’t want to try and get back together?”

By this point, you were starting to get angry. The vibe of his presumptuous attitude in thinking you were going to get back with him, all because he flew over to meet with you, was perplexing your mind.

“No, and I think you already knew the answer to that.” You leveled your tone to be lower and firmer, to put your foot down and letting him know that this conversation was over. You reached for the handle of the door and pulled the lever, but kept the door shut for a moment.

“Good luck with everything.” Before you pushed the door open, he spoke out “Wait.” Turning your head, you watch as he said his piece.

“I’m sorry. I really am and I never meant to hurt you, I was just being stupid. I just…I don’t want us to never speak to each other ever again, ya know? I thought about it, and I didn’t realize that you were my biggest support system. I was just lonely and going through some shit. But we should be good now, right?”

You didn’t exactly know what to make out of his piece, you merely nodded before saying yours.

“I’m sorry you went through a hard time, if I would have known I would have tried to make it better. But it’s done and in the past. I think that whatever had happened, you should take it as a lesson learned, and focus on yourself. I’m happy and I have someone that really cares about me-“

Unable to finish the last bit of your sentence as Samuel cuts you off, you noticed he grew slightly teary eyed. It was making you uncomfortable.

“But that someone is me, y/n! I care about you, I love you.”

The uneasy feeling ignited in your chest once more, just when you thought the conversation was coming to a smooth end, he takes it 10 steps back.

“Sam…just drop it. You need to stop.”

“But what if I can’t? What if I don’t?”

You looked at him with a perplex look, taking his question more as a threat than him inquiring his vulnerability.

“You need to. I don’t want to talk about this anymore, I have a lot of things to do so please just…you need to move on. Don’t call me or come see me anymore. Do you understand?”

Your harshness came back, you were beginning to lose your composure and lean towards anger as you watched him curse under his breath and speak with great annoyance.

“Whatever y/n. Whatever, if you don’t want to be friends then fine, go be that way. You know, you changed, you were a lot nicer before, but now you’re jus-“

You cut him off. You weren’t even going to provide an argument against his misguided statement, knowing full well that he knew what he was saying highly fabricated.

“Stop. No more Sam. Just…you need to leave.” He slammed both hands on the steering wheel as he made his remark. “Fine! I’m going and I’m never coming back.”

You were puzzled at his change of behavior; he was carrying traits that almost seemed borderline deranged. People do change, but he seemed entirely different, and his attitude was uncalled for. Avoiding any chance to entertain his tantrum, you simply got out of the car and went back to your dorm. You heard the roaring engine as he angrily backed the car out the parking space and drove off. Good riddance.

Or so you thought.

Later that afternoon, on the peak of evening time, Samuel had messaged you several times. Initially you didn’t respond and ignored the constant display of texts boxes coming in reflecting an apologetic and seemingly grieving Samuel.

“I’m sorry. Can we talk again?”

“I just am going through some stuff.”

“Please don’t ignore me.”

“You there?”

“Helloooooooo???”

Fed up, you responded just once, telling him to leave you alone and that you were blocking his new number, to which he responded rather quickly.

“I’m sorry. I won’t bother you anymore. Gnite.”

You froze, you did feel relieved that he said he was going to leave you alone but the annoyance and frustration you felt lingered, between the conversation from earlier in the day and all his messages, today became a drag. Tossing your phone carelessly on your bed, you rubbed the temples of your forehead as you get back to your assignments.

it’s over now, finally.

The next few days you had completely forgotten about that whole piece with Samuel. You truly meant it when you told him that you wished him well, even more so now. You didn’t care for his attitude, but you figured that he had a lot of stress and wasn’t handling it well. Regardless, you hoped strongly that he would be able to figure things out and moved on.

Heeseung never asked you how your conversation went with Samuel, nor did he make any remark or inquiry about it. Considering how his demeanor was when you spoke to him about it at the lake, you didn’t bring it up at all, not that there was any reason to do so anyhow. You took care of it, and you felt relieved that Heeseung didn’t display anymore of those pondering moments where he became abnormally quiet, more so than he already was.

A week had passed since your talk with Samuel and you didn’t revisit the thought of him, the conversation, or his text messages since. Life was back to normal.

Today was Emily’s birthday, and Jake coordinated a surprised party for her at a private setting, organizing events and performances to take place in the evening. You and the girls all helped and participated in the set-up, speaking joyfully on the news of Vicky and her nuptials.

With so much time to spare before the festivities begin, everyone decides to split up and meet up at the venue later in the evening.

Jake offers you a ride back since Heeseung agreed to play a basketball game with a collected group of peers that share the same class as him.

The entire dorm was nearly empty, there may have been a couple of students on the first floor with no weekend plans, but apart from that, the dorm reflected a typical Friday evening.

Jake pulls up next to the building, he remarks at how creepy the dormitory and parking lot looked whenever the students abandoned it for the weekend, followed by him being grateful for living in a frat house, the same one as Heeseung.

He wasn’t wrong. It did look unsettling, especially at night.

With all the students staying with friends and family who lived out in town, and all the spring and summer events taking place this weekend, the campus was left in a deserted state by the time you got back to your dorm.

The first time you witnessed the tradition of seeing the mass migration of students pairing up, and carpooling out of the lot, leaving the dorm hollow, it was your first weekend after moving in. Initially, you would take the girls and Vicky’s offer to go out with them for the night, avoiding being alone inside the vacant building, but eventually you found it peaceful and the prime time to work undisturbed.

Taking advantage of the silence and the last bit of daylight streaming in through the window, you didn’t waste any time and began working. Due to the extensive silence and hollowness in the building, the ringing of your phone sounded much louder than normal. The sceen displays Heeseungs name, you answer happily as you note the slight heavy breathing on the other line, indicating that he and his friends were still going at it on the court.

“Hey baby, you guys finished decorating?”

“Yeah, we finished about 20 min ago. How’s your basketball game?”

“Good, we won. What time does he want us to be there?”

“Eight. We got lots of time.”

“Ah, good. I’m going to go clean up and finish some work, you want to come back with me?”

“It’s okay, I’m already halfway through my work. You go ahead and do your thing; I’ll be ready whenever you are.”

“Okay, call me if you change your mind, I’ll come over.”

“Hahaha sounds good. I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah, you will *chuckles*.”

Nearly an hour and half later, you wrap up what was remaining of this week’s syllabus, before taking a break as you stretch your arms. Noting that there was still nearly three hours to spare before the party, and that you were already dressed, you started to look over your to-do list and work on some tasks until Heeseung calls you.

Assuming he was heavily enveloped in his work, you didn’t want to disturb him. Dragging your finger down your list, you come across your reminder to send your dad an email, a weekly occurrence along with a phone call to talk with him and your mom and catching up.

You began drafting your email to your dad, talking about your friend’s birthday party and your roommate’s trip to Africa. They were already aware of the breakup with Samuel and that you had a boyfriend that attends the same school.

Your mother tends to show more excitement when it comes to the topic of boys, your father, while more reserved, does show some interest in his own way, such as asking questions and getting a full report. In the end, your father’s love and desire for your happiness was always his top priority, the moment he noticed your voice remaining calm and pleasant, even after the mentioning of the breakup, he knew that the man you were with was taking care of you in the way that you needed him to.

As you continued writing, you hear a knock at your door. It was soft and light, you looked down and noted that you had brought back the spare decorations with you, instead of leaving it unattended at the venue. You figured Jake came back to pick them up. You got up and walked over, without giving a second thought, you opened the door to see Samuel standing in front of you.

Ironically, you didn’t feel shocked to see him. What you did feel, was a whole twist of other emotions that made shock, more desirable. You stood there, unsure of what to say or what to think. He was just standing there, looking at you in the dark hallway, with a mellow facial expression.

“Hey.”

His voice made your chest sore. You didn’t respond, all you could focus on was trying to figure why he was standing there, it had been a little over a week since he supposedly left. You didn’t ask him, instead, you kept asking yourself on whether he had left at all, if he was here the whole time, wondering what has he been doing, why he was here, and why he didn’t leave.

“Can you let me in?” Again, you didn’t respond, nor did you move, until he took it up himself to start walking towards you and through the entrance, you took a series of steps back, more than just a few so you could keep a full distance between you two.

He walked in and scanned around the room, remarking the empty half that was Vicky’s side.

“No roommate huh?”

You head for the door, but with him being closer to it, shutting, and locking it, your senses grew to a level of discomfort that you hadn’t felt before. It felt completely unsafe, threatening, and dangerous.

“Why are you here?” You felt yourself getting teary eyed, you were having a hard time keeping your breathing steady and calm, you had to keep your mouth open to access better air flow, and to ease the sharp sensation you were feeling in your chest.

“I couldn’t leave. What? You don’t care to see me?...You used to care.”

By now, even though you don’t know the entire story of what happened with him, it became obvious that something had transpired during his time in college that changed him, enabling him to conduct this current behavior.

After locking you both in the dorm, he walks closer towards your direction, taking a moment to look around, he sees off to the side and notices the corkboard with all the photos pinned on. He squints his eyes and approaches it, taking one of the photos of you and Heeseung, he removes it from the board. You reacted by reaching out and yelping a “Don’t!” only for him to slap your hand away and look at you offensively with bulging eyes.

“Don’t touch me. Do not touch me y/n.”

You stood away from him and started moving your sights to various parts of the floor trying to figure out what to do, how to calm the situation and resolve all of this.

“This the new guy? What is he like Chinese or something?”

You winced in anger at his remark at Heeseung, but didn’t say anything, knowing that it would only escalate the situation now that he seems triggered.

“You have a thing for Asian guys now, y/n?”

You stared at the wall, refusing to look at him. You wanted to scream, but that wouldn’t take you away from your environment. The crunching sound of your photo being balled up and tossed to the floor causes you to snap your head towards him. He walks over and closes the distance where he nearly is touching you.

“Why do women like to play games, y/n?” You didn’t think it was possible, but you felt your eyes grew even wider as you looked over to the wrinkled photo of you and Heeseung.

“You…always smiling and laughing over the phone, like you weren’t even bothered that we couldn’t see each other.”

Listening to him rebounding the same complaint he addressed in his email; you recall that the experience resulted in him harboring a hatred for you even though you were unaware of how he was feeling. He obviously took it as you intentionally dismissing it, offending him as a result.

“That bitch Julia…going to tell me I can’t see my kid.”

Judging by those words, it became apparent that Samuel had developed an attitude and misconception on women based off his experience with you and this other girl, Julia.

“I just wanna talk! Ya know?” He says with a smile and shrugged his shoulders, although it did not make the setting any lighter.

“We…already talked Sammy. I already told yo-“  you were cut off as he yelled, something you never heard him do. In fact, the way he’s been lately was nothing like how you knew him.

“We did not! Don’t give me that bullshit y/n!”  You started take more steps back towards Vicky’s side of the room, which made him laugh as he sneaked in a comment of the fear he was sensing within you.

“What? You scared of me now? You too?”

“What do you mean, you too?”

A theory is becoming easier to develop regarding Samuel, the more he was going on, the easier it became to understand that this newfound attitude and personality was something that he had developed while he was away.

He laughed at your question, it was a cynical laugh, as if he was just mocking every word that you spilled out.

“Oh man y/n…you have no idea. God…you really are just so….so fucking ignorant, you know?”

He walks over to you and begins to divulge everything that had caused him to go downhill.

“Like, did you even know that I didn’t get picked for the draft?” A confused look grew on your face, you wanted to remind him that he had informed you, because of his busy schedules, that he wanted to be left unbothered so he could focus on the audition and his exams to maintain his scholarship.

Not to mention, after receiving the email a couple weeks after, he disclosed that he had been seeing someone else. He was being completely one sided, yet you refrained, fearing that since he was a hair away from snapping, or maybe he already has.

“Yeah…you had no idea. You had no idea; you didn’t even ask me how I was doing. Not you, Julia, those cunts at GPT. None of you bitches did!”

You tried to use a psychological tactic in softening his anger by expressing sympathy for him. You felt you had no other option as you felt yourself backed into the wall.

“I’m sorry…Sammy. I’m very sorry. I should have been more attentive. Do…do you want to talk about the next audition or plans going forward?”

He stopped and looked for a moment before he smiled and chuckled laconically.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m taking care of that.” He rolls up the sleeve of his arm and you’re shocked to find evidence of what looked to be punctures from drugs or steroid injections.

You suddenly realized; Samuel’s built was bigger than when he left for college. You were so shocked at him being here in the first place, that you didn’t even realize the difference in size. Frozen and unable to comprehend what he just showed you, never in a hundred years would have never considered that he resorted to drugs to gain muscle mass.

You looked at him with a shockingly disgusted look on your face, as he stayed smiling and laughing. His comment earlier, in mentioning Julia not letting him see their child, you wonder if he had committed certain atrocities towards her, because of the effects in steroids.

“See next time, I’m going to get it. I’ve been working on it.” His comment was followed by him taking a second to show you his arms as he flexes, all in a taunting manner to scare you, not to impress. As much as you hated to admit it, it did in fact, scare you. You watched as several large, and protruding veins all over his arm, while the skin stretched tightly around the bulge of each muscle.

You wondered if there was a reasonable object nearby that you could utilize as a weapon of opportunity, considering that Samuel is acting in a manner that calls for it. Even though he did put on more muscle, he wasn’t intimidatingly large, and he wasn’t much taller than average height either. You don’t know if you were just being desperate or anticipating to really follow through the act of self-defense by studying his behavior.

“So y/n, tell me about this guy. What’s he like? Does he play football as well? I bet I can take him out.”

You didn’t entertain any responses to his taunts. You remained standing  at a distance and took the verbal abuse, knowing full well he wasn’t going to change his attitude. How could he? Research and studies have all shown that steroid and drug use alike all led to violent and sudden bursts of irrational and violent behavior. You felt it best to stay calm and silent.

“Did you guys fuck? I bet you have. Remember how we used to go at it, y/n? Remember? Man, I used to get at you every night in my car. That was fun.”

You kept wincing at his recollection of the moments when you and Sam had sex, they used to be a sweet memory for you but now, you find yourself ridden with disgust as he kept talking about it. You started to turn your face away, almost feeling shameful that the man before you was the one that you gave your virginity to.

“Yeah, you and me, those were the days, y/n. We had fun.” His voice trailed off as his smile slowly fades as he eyeballs your hips.

“I bet I can tear it up better than him. Especially now.” His words cut you deep, literally stabbing you in the heart as he slaps his palm on the flexed muscle group on his arm, making a loud slap.

“You don’t want to miss out on this y/n, just ask the girls at GPT.”  His last statement clearly indicated that he had been flourishing the campus grounds at his school with a selectable group of girls, you wonder if he had developed his distasteful attitude towards women from them as well.

“So? How about it? Do I get a little something for flying over here to come see you?”

You looked at him and felt yourself panicking but could not move. You shook your head, rejecting him as your eyes began to tear up more.

It happened so fast, and it took you a second to process what had just transpired as the sting on you cheek informs you, after you find yourself collapsed on the floor. You placed your hand on your face to apply a little pressure on the sting, hissing as you make contact on the skin with your hand trying to relieve the pain.

You look up to see his face as you scoot back to create some distance.

“I didn’t say you could move.” Feeling angered by you moving away, he launches over, picking you up by your shoulders and enforcing you to stand as he pushes you up against the wall once more, pinning you there. You tried to shift around to see if you could slip out of the grip in his hands as they press your arms against the wall. It only angered him. Watching as he lifts his hand, you try to avoid being hit directly this time as you tuck your head in, lifting your hands to try and shield it from sustaining any serious damage.

Amidst the shuffle of you moving and him trying to hold you still to get his point across, in a physically abusive manner, he curses your name, a list of names, a list of girls that you assume he had relations with since he arrived at his school.

You did your best to shield yourself against his hits, yet he still managed to get a couple in on the same cheek he hit the first time.

“Who you gonna hurt huh? You who gonna hurt?” He commits to another slap in between his words of tantrum.

“Tell me y/n, are you going to keep hurting me? Or are you done playing games?”

Your cheek felt like it was on fire. Your eyes were dreadfully teary, and you felt like a mess. His eyes were bulging once more, reflecting the deep discontent for all the girls he had felt done him dirty, though judging by the way things have been going, it’s very likely that he developed the discontent all on his own and became overexaggerated with his emotional anger.

The mirror that hung on the wall on the other side of the room pitifully displayed your reflection. A smear of your lipstick dragged on the corner of your mouth, and faded into your slightly swollen cheek that beamed red. Your delicate application of eyeliner and shadow for tonight’s event, left streaks as the tears streamed each time your face received impact from his hand. Your hair that was draped over your shoulders became messy, with pieces stuck to your face from the struggle and the hits you received. Red speckles were splattered on your collarbones and chest, applied by the busted lip that displayed a bright, popping red, that contrasted against the rouge you had on. One of the spaghetti straps to your dress was torn, hanging loosely, and entangled within your hair. Even though the dress was on the form fitting side, you could see the little bit of excess material along the sides, stretched and wrinkled as a result from the scuffle.

His voice snaps you out from zoning out as you found it hopeless to do anything but wish for Heeseung, Jake, or anybody to come through and start banging on the locked door, hoping that it would distract and scare Samuel.

“Answer me, y/n. I’m getting really pissed off.”

You taste the continuous flow of blood inside your mouth, at first you thought it was from the open wound heavily present on your bottom lip, then you realized it was from the cuts on your gums and the inside of your cheek that took all the hits.  No doubt the combination of the impact and harsh contact with your teeth caused the skin inside to split open.

Feeling hopeless, you don’t know what he intends to do next, but you already knew what he planned on doing at some point within the night. You hanged your head low, shook it, and looked up at him with tears building up in your eyes, a slight smirk in defiance as you spoke.

“I’ll hurt you, and I’ll hurt me, but I won’t hurt him.” You gave a saddened smile before hanging your head back low. You felt his grip loosened before he releases your arms, which displayed finger marks. He turned around for a moment to walked towards the center of the room, where he yelled out curses as he punched the flat surface of your bookcase, before walking hastily back to you and reaffirming his grip on your arms once more.

It wasn’t a slam, but it was far from gentle, as his forehead makes a sudden impact against yours. The soaring pain above your brow line made you wince, resulting in the lids squeezing out the collection of tears that were building up over your iris’. With his forehead remaining in contact with yours, he shoves your head up against the wall.

“I fucking hate you. All of you!”

You closed your eyes as you heard the harsh whisper of his words smack your skin as his face remained plastered on yours. Unable to label what it is that you were feeling, it was just a state of total acceptance and hopelessness, and you stood maintaining your stance that whatever transpires in the night, whether it was physical abuse, bullying, hazing, sexual harassment, or worse…

Whatever it is that he was planning, you made it known that while he had the capabilities to do it, everything he does is all against your consent as you remained unwilling, not just for the sake of maintaining your virtues, but to make it known that the reason behind your willpower against Samuel, is all for the sake of Heeseung. So everyone would know that you weren’t the one that hurt him.

Opening your eyes slightly, they become reacquainted with the familiar blurred vision caused by the tears grouping over them, recreating those same diamond eyes that you had five months ago.

They remain open, just a sliver, as you see Samuel's incoherent silhouette through the overflow of moisture. You didn’t immediately process it at first, it felt like déjà vu, when you suddenly heard and recognize the pleasantly deep and calm tone that speaks from somewhere in the room.

“Yo.”