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Extra Credit (Part 6)

First off I’m so sorry for how late this was but I think you guys are going to like this one. I’m going to try to be more consistent with posting in the future. Also, shout out to my best friend for bribing me to get me to finish writing this chapter and also having a huge impact on the ending of it. so as also, Enjoy!!

the last part 


Stan ignored the 3 calls from Richie that night. Richie tried him one last time as he sat on his couch and absentmindedly flipped channels. After a few rings, Stan’s voice asked to leave a message, played through the receiver. As the beep sounded Richie sighed.

“You know Stanley if this relationship is going to work you really need to stop ignoring me. Call me back.”

He sighed again as he hung up the phone and dropped his head back against the back of the couch. Looking around his living room he figured it was about time he cleaned up his apartment a bit.

The studio apartment itself was pretty small. It had been the first one Richie had been able to afford when he was still a student and trying to get out of his parent’s place. it wasn’t that his parents were that bad, they were actually pretty good; especially to his younger sister, Richie just wasn’t the biggest fan of family drama. So he has moved out as soon as possible and even though now that he had enough money to get a much nicer place, the small space was his home.

Not really feeling like cleaning at that exact moment, Richie picked up his phone again and dialed another familiar number. the phone rang a few times before Bev picked up.

“Heyo, couldn’t get enough of me this morning?” Bev greeted, Richie could hear the click of a door somewhere in the background.

“I never can. So Stan’s mad at me again.” Richie stood and wandered into the kitchen and throw open the fridge door.

“When isn’t he? Did you tell him about the…dating thing.” Bev paused before the word dating and giggled to herself quietly.

“Yep, he didn’t take it so well. worried people will hear about it. Wanna come over for a bit and watch something?” He grabbed a bottle of water and headed back towards the couch.

“He’s probably worried about it affecting his reputation or something. And I can’t, Ben just got back. don’t you have something you can mark or something for work?” Richie could hear someone’s muffled voice coming from Bev’s end.

“I’ll find something, tell ol’Benny that I said hi. Talk to ya later.” Richie hung up, not wanting to interrupt anymore of their night then he already had. Whenever Ben would get back from work trips he would make Bev a romantic dinner and they would spend the night together. Bev never shared any details so Richie assumed it was super dirty, whatever it was.

In the end, he decided to watch some old reruns of comedy shows, and then went to bed somewhat early. He woke up a couple times throughout the night, figuring it was because he wasn’t looking forward to the next day and his body was giving him two big middle fingers just like the rest of his life, he rolled over and tried to fall back asleep.

The morning wasn’t much better than the night. As another big ‘Fuck you’ from life, the power had gone out sometime during the night, restarting all of the appliances, including his alarm clock.

He hurriedly got dress and rushed out of his apartment at 9:20, ten minutes before his first class started. Looking into the rearview mirror, He tried to run his fingers through his out of control hair. He gave up and focused on not being extremely late to class.

His focus didn’t really help and he ended up being about 10 minutes late. He threw the door open when he got to the classroom and barged in, apologizing as he made his way across the room, ignoring looking at the front of the room for totally different reasons than before. His willpower not to look wasn’t strong enough and as he passed by the middle he glanced down to the front.

Eddie was staring at him, his mouth slightly open, but dropped his head down to look at his desk when they meet eyes. Well, that was something he had never done. Richie’s eye’s roamed over to Bill who was looking at Eddie with a concerned look. That look turned to anger as Bill faced the front of the room.

Richie quickly turned away, those looks were 100% worse then the ones Eddie used to give him.

He greeted the class as he got to his desk and started setting up his computer for the movie they were going to watch that week, the students chatting amongst themselves as he did.

Once he had everything set up he crossed back across the room to shut off the lights, completely avoiding looking at any of the students as he made his way. He stopped to pull the screen down on his way back and quickly hit play on his computer.

Richie sighed as he sat at his desk, He was so glad it was a movie day and not one where he would actually have to interact with a specific someone, but as the movie went on Richie couldn’t help but let his eyes wander from the screen towards the front of the room.

Usually, on movie days he would always find eye’s staring back at him and that sly little smirk following. Today he was just meet with the side of Eddie’s face or occasionally the top of his head. Richie didn’t like when the students didn’t pay attention to what was going on in class but he almost preferred Eddie with his head down because then he didn’t have to see his face, which looked pretty sad.

Richie was pretty sure during the hour and a half class that he had stared at Eddie more then he had the whole semester. He just couldn’t seem to take his eye’s off of the boy and he wasn’t even doing anything. Just sitting there, looking kinda sad in a dark classroom.

Richie rubbed his forehead as the credits started to play and he stood and crossed the room towards the light switch. A few of the students groaned and squinted at the light. Richie turned and paused at the door before heading back to his desk. the class quickly emptied with Eddie and Bill being two of the first to leave.

The next class with Eddie was basically the same. It was a class discussion and every time Richie would come around to Eddie’s group to listen he would go quiet and look down at his notes, completely ignoring Richie.

At the end of the class when all the students had handed back their work, Richie found himself actually bummed to find Eddie’s looking exactly like the other students. No note, no slightly flirty subtext in his writing, he had just answered the question and that was it.

It was almost more distracting to mark then when there were notes on the page. He marked half the paper then called Bev to ask if she wanted to go out for drinks or something. He didn’t even try to call Stan, who still hadn’t said anything to him since the ‘fake dating’ thing.

Bev said she would bring Ben and as a last minute thought Richie called Mike to see if he was interested in going out somewhere. He had been pretty fun last time and maybe he had some insight on Stan’s bitchy behavior.

They had decided to go to Tavern, a pretty good bar with decent food and Mike enthusiastically agreed to meet them there.

By the time he had finished marking everything and made it the Tavern, Bev and Ben were already there with a table towards the back. Richie quickly crossed the floor and flopped down into the spot beside Ben, dropping his face into his crossed arms.

“Welcome back Haystack, have a nice trip.” He mumbled against the material of his sleeve. Richie had drunkenly called Ben Haystacks when they were looking at childhood photos one night and he found the nickname so funny that it kinda stuck, despite Ben looking nothing like he had when he was younger.

Richie loved Bev’s future husband. The first time they had met he had been a little hesitant about him because he came off as somewhat shy and reserved but the more he got to know him the more he found out he liked about him. Ben was pretty good at keeping up with Richie’s banter, which most people weren’t too good at, he could completely drink Richie under the table, which Richie respected and he was absolutely head over heels in love with Bev which was maybe one of Richie’s favourite things about him, because Bev deserved someone who was.

“It wasn’t too bad, Canada’s really nice right now. Stan’s not coming today?” Ben asked as Bev reached across the table and pushed Richie’s head up till he was sitting.

“Mommy and daddy are fighting right now.” Bev laughed at the look Richie was giving her, his face slightly squished where her hand was holding him up. She let go of his head and laughed again when it landed back on his arm.

“As long as I get to be daddy in that scenario.” Richie mumbled and sat back up, leaning on his hand to face Ben.

“Knowing Stan, I think you might be stuck being mommy.” Richie heard a voice come from behind him.

“Hey Mike.” Bev said excitedly as she slid over on the bench to make room for him. Richie nodded up at him as he sat.

Bev introduced Ben and Mike, which apparently wasn’t all that necessary because the two knew each other from some library thing, a book club or something, Richie kinda stopped paying attention after libraries were mentioned, he had spent more then enough time there during his university years to freely want to go back for a while.  

The waitress came by and took their orders and Ben and Mike went back to talking about something a little more academic then Richie wanted to be talking about on a Friday night. He lightly kicked Bev under the table.

“Hey Marsh, wanna go for a smoke?” He asked when she turned to face him. Mike stood from the booth to let Bev out as she nodded and grabbed her purse. The two headed towards the back of the room where the rear exit was.

Richie leaned against the brick wall of the alleyway as Bev pulled out the carton of cigarettes from her bag.

“So you and Stan seriously still aren’t talking?” She asked as she stuck the filtered end in her mouth and lit it.

“Nope. He’s acting like I fucked his sister or something.” Richie took the lighter from Bev and lit his own.

“And you’re sure you didn’t do or say anything else that would have pissed him off?” She joined him against the wall, looking up at him as he thought.

“Nope.” He said after a few seconds of thinking. “Not that I can think of. I told him Eddie thought we were dating and then he stormed out, speaking of Eddie I don’t know how much longer I can take having him in my class.” Richie paused to take a long drag from his cigarette.

“Whadda mean?” Bev turned to look up at the sky.

“I mean, I thought I would be happy when all the flirting stopped, but I don’t know if I’ve ever been so not excited for a class ever, like in both teaching and being the student sense. He just sits there like the rest of them and I can’t help but stare at him. and he won’t even look at me anymore and I should be happy about that but I’m not. At all.” Richie dropped his head back to also look up at the sky, raising his hand to his mouth.

“So wait, You’re saying you still have feelings for him!” Bev pushed off from the wall and looked over at Richie, who mumbled something that sounded like ‘maybe’ around his cigarette.

“Oh shit. I thought I told you to talk to him.” She crossed her arms, still staring up at him.

“I can’t do it.” Richie tossed what was left of his smoke to the ground and stepped on it as he walked towards the door. “Besides, I kind of think he hates me now.”

Bev rushed ahead of him and smacked him on the head as she passed. He stopped and rubbed at where she had hit, watching her as she sat down at the table and acted like she hadn’t just psychically assaulted him.

Not wanting to bring up anything that they had been talking about with the others Richie quietly sat down and joined into the conversation currently going on.

~~~

Richie thought about what Bev had said for the rest of the weekend. Both about the Stan thing and about the Eddie thing. He hated to admit it but he was starting to miss Stan so he was going to have to find some way to work that out.

Eddie was definitely another problem that he had to solve quickly. With mid-terms coming up he really didn’t want to spend his evenings awkwardly sitting in his office with Eddie marking exams late at night. That sounded like actual torture.

When Monday’s class rolled around Richie really really wasn’t looking forward to it. He lectured like normal, choosing to stay more behind his desk then he normally would. He wondered if the other students had noticed anything off about him. Probably not.

Nothing with Eddie had changed. He still didn’t look at Richie, even as he talked, just kept his head down and took notes, looking over to whisper something to Bill every once in a while.

The class ended and Richie felt even shittier then at the start.

On Tuesday Stan replied to one of the numerous stupid texts Richie had sent him but hadn’t said anything else. hey, it was some kind of progress.  

Richie went into Wednesdays class feeling a little bit better. That good feeling went away completely when he saw Eddie. He just looked like he really didn’t want to be there anymore, and Richie suspected he probably didn’t.

Just like the week before, Richie hit the lights and started the short film and immediately found himself staring at the younger boy in the dark classroom. The same expressions on his face the whole time. 

As the end of the movie played, Richie stood and walked to hit the lights and then turned to walk back. He walked slowly at first but picked up speed as his course angled a bit.

He was about to do something really stupid, wasn’t he? He thought to himself as he stopped in front of Eddie’s desk. Eddie looked up at him confused as he approached, from the corner of his eye he could see Bill with an almost identical look.

“I want to talk to you after class.” he said quietly, nodding as the confusion grew on Eddie’s face, and turned back towards the door. He stood there and waited as students filed out, smiling and muttering goodbyes.

Richie watched as Bill and Eddie had a whispered conversation which ended in Bill hesitantly standing and slowly walking out of the room glaring at Richie as he passed.

When the last student had left Richie closed the door and turned to face the room.

What the fuck was he doing, what was his plan even, oh right he didn’t have one. He was just thinking about Eddie and how sad he had looked and how Bev had told him they need to talk. What was he even going to say right now that wasn’t completely awkward.

“Mr. T? What did you want to talk about?” Eddie asked, still sitting at his desk. Richie shook his head and looked towards him. He noticed how different Eddie voice sounded compared to the last time they had been alone in the classroom.

Richie took a step into the room and quickly thought of something to say.

“Is Mr. Uris going to be okay with this?” Eddie asked again before Richie could even open his mouth. The question threw Richie off and then it was his turn to look confused.

“What do you mean?” He asked as he stopped in front of Eddie desk again, looking down at him.

“You being here alone with me. He didn’t seem to like it that much last time.” Eddie looked down at the binder still opened on his desk. in an attempted to not look at Richie he played with a corner of it.

“Stan, um, won’t care. I have to talk to you about a school thing anyways.” Richie looked at the top of his head and then pulled the chair Bill had been sitting in out from under the desk. He wasn’t a huge fan of the power dynamic going on here. He sat in it backwards and leaned his arms on the backrest.

“I got an email saying you were going to be my TA this year.”  Richie continued when it didn’t look like Eddie was going to say anything. Eddie eye’s glanced over to Richie and he slowly turned to face him.

“Is Mr. Uris going to be okay with that?” He asked, dropping his head back down but still looking over at him with his eye’s.

“Stan doesn’t really get a say in that.”

“But won’t he get upset.” Eddie turned again to look at him.

“Not for why you think he will.” Richie muttered under his breath. “Let’s not talk about Stan right now.” He said louder, smiling what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

“But he…”

“He doesn’t get a say in it…” here was where he was going to say something that he regretted. “Because we’re not together. He’s just a friend. I have no romantic feelings towa-“

Richie was cut off by the light press of Eddie’s lips on his.

His eye’s widened in shock. Almost every instinct in him yelled to push away but an even bigger want for this won out, and just as he closed his eye’s and started to press back into the kiss, Eddie’s lips were gone.

“So you lied to me huh. Bill was right.” Eddie smiled to himself as he started packing up his binder. Richie sat staring up at him in complete and utter disbelief.

“Have fun getting that out of your head.” Eddie laughed as he grabbed his bag and headed for the door, swaying his hips way more than necessary.

Richie sat in the chair, staring at the door for another minute or so, not moving. When he finally did, he rubbed his face with his hands, pushing his glasses up on his face. He shook his head and smiled to himself.

“Shit.”


So there you go, some kind of interaction between them, hope this was okay for everyone!!

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anonymous asked:

You get to write 3x08 of Supergirl. You can do whatever you want with it and the writers have to make 3x01-3x07 lead up to it. What's your pitch?

OH SHIT I LIKE THIS ASK THIS IS MY IDEAL EPISODE:

ok so 3.08 starts off w maggie and alex and lena and kara having dinner together at a nice fancy restaurant. there’s laughter and banter and maggie’s giving lena this look w a smirk. lena stands to pay the bill, kara goes to the bathroom and maggie just turns to alex and is like ‘so, lena is gay and in love with your sister’ and alex just laughs and then is like ‘what?’ lena and kara come back, lena says something flirty to kara and maggie just smirks at alex. alex is shook.

NEXT SCENE the four of them are walking in the dark, the night is dark and brisk. maggie and alex walk with their arms linked, kara and lena hang back and stroll together. soft flirting is exchanged. they are soft gays. alex gets a call, her and kara go to the deo. maggie convinces lena to get a lift home on her motorbike.

j’onn gives them the details of their case - some alien perps using space technology. winn says is using the computer to track the heat signatures or some shit. he makes a comment about their double date. kara is blushed and flustered, alex is like ‘omg kara likes her too’. shook af. winn finds the alien perps.

kara is standing by alex’s locker as she gets into tactical gear, she’s saying how much she liked dinner and she’s glad maggie and alex get along w lena. alex puts an arm on kara’s shoulder and asks her if she has feeling for lena and that she can tell alex anything. kara gets angry, says she’s still mourning monel - she storms off

MEANWHILE BACK AT THE LESBIANS: maggie and lena are at lena’s office. lena apologises, saying she had to pick up something from work and that maggie can go, she’ll get her driver to pick her up. maggie says not to worry. lena offers maggie a drink. maggie accepts, but just a small one. the bitch is a responsible driver. lena pours a huge drink and sits down at her desk, looking at the file. maggie asks if everythings ok. lena opens up about her father’s estate, she has paperwork to go through about it. she talks about her shitty mom. maggie hesitates before telling her simply about her parents. lena nods in solidarity and pours her a bigger drink.

alex and kara do their mission, there’s a sick action scene, and at the end, alex - ever the big sister - questions kara about lena. kara gets super angry and flies off in a huff. j’onn raises his eyebrows, says something dadlike, like give her time and space to figure stuff out. alex sighs and says she knows, she’s just worried she’s rushing into things w a lena.

kara is at the place where monel got yeeted, the open field. she sits in the middle of it. she doesn’t cry though, she just sits hugging her knees staring at the stars. alex finds her there, and sits beside her, grumbling about being too old for sitting on the ground. ‘you don’t need to tell me anything’ alex says ‘but i want you to know that whenever youre ready to talk about anything, monel or lena or whatever it is, i’ll be here because i love you’ (kara hasnt spoken at all about monel up until this point, refusing to whenever someone tries to engage her in that conversation). kara turns to alex and she says ‘i thought i love him, but i…. i don’t miss him like i’m supposed to. i regret that i had to send him away, i regret that we didn’t get the time we were supposed to have together, but….. i don’t miss him’ and alex knows that kara doesnt need her to say anything to make it better. she just needs a hug. alex throws her arm around kara’s shoulder. kara sighs and leans into it. alex’s phone beeps and she opens a message and laughs. ‘let’s go get maggie from lena’s, those idiots’

CUTSMASH TO THE LESBIANS AGAIN. lena and maggie are having a dance party in lena’s office. grunge music is playing and theyre both super drunk. we’ve never seen lena like this. neither has maggie. lena trips over her own feet and lands on the floor, laughing. maggie drops down next to her, clutching a bottle of scotch, also laughing. she turns off the music. ‘so what’s the deal with you and little danvers’ maggie asks and lena’s like ‘is it that obvious’ and maggie’s all ‘lmao im a professional lesbian’ lena’s all soft and talks about how much she likes kara and how she’s an idiot for falling for a straight girl, even more so a fuckin super. maggie says dont count her out just yet, maggie’s seen the way kara looks at lena and it’s decidedly unstraight, and the fact that lena’s a luthor means shit all to kara. lena cries. maggie gives her the bottle.

nek minit, alex and kara turn up. ‘let’s go, drunky’ alex says, picking maggie up and leading her from the room. maggie hugs lena before she goes and is like ‘ur my best friend now im love u no homo’ alex offers to give lena a lift home too, but kara says she’ll sort it out.

after alex and maggie leave, kara picks up lena and puts her on the couch. she can see lena’s been crying and she asks what’s wrong. lena looks into kara’s eyes. her hair’s a mess and her eyes are bloodshot and she looks terrified.

‘i think im falling for you kara’. kara’s breath hitches and very very very slowly, lena leans in. kara is still. she doesn’t stop her. they kiss. it’s soft and tender with an air of passion that kara hasn’t felt in a long time. they pull apart. 

‘i’m sorry lena, i cant do this now. not yet’ she flies away, knowing she has to figure out her shit first.

back at alex’s alex is getting maggie into bed which is proving difficult. suddenly, kara’s in their living room and she’s teetering on the edge of breaking down and then alex catches her and she’s crying in her arms. maggie’s still drunk as a skunk but she grabs her phone and she texts lena and just goes ‘kara’s here. r u ok?’

and then cut to lena and she’s still alone in her office and drinking. she takes a deep breath and says ‘i will be’

end of episode.

How you know each personality likes you.

(Source: This is (loosely) based on situations I’ve seen around me. Please don’t take anything personally, this is solely done with the purpose of being fun. Nothing scientific. ;).)  But if you relate to any of this or want to share your own experience please Repost and share it. I’m very interested in hearing more about it.

  • ENFP: ENFP’s will smile even more than normally around you and seem starstruck and even shy when they are near you. They seem to pop up everywhere you go. Warning: Do not confuse this with them just being nice or talkative to you. Sometimes them being overly chilled around you is not a good sign. That may mean that they like you as a friend. They are nice to everyone and like pretty much everyone (as a friend) so think twice before you decide they’re actually flirting. ENFP guys might be a little more forward than the females (societies fault). Conclusion: if an ENFP finds you interesting enough to focus on you doing your thing - you’ve caught their interest. They love someone who can stimulate them and feed up their extroverted intuition. There should be no doubt when you’re interesting them for real. 
  • ESFP: The ESFP will be very quick to figure out they like you and will be quick to make a move and they will know exactly how to turn on their irresistible charms. They will most likely not talk about their feelings to anyone even though they will think about them non-stop. Beware that the ESFP might get bored after a while and may change their mind and see someone else who gets their attention. But if you’re the one they might just be able to focus only on your sexy ass. ;)
  • INFP: The INFP will idealize the crap out of you and have probably talked to their best friends about how wonderful and perfect you are (only very close ones). They might even have imagined whole scenarios where you might or might not have been giving them signs - like looking intensively into their eyes (read: soul). They will probably remember every word you’ve said and studied you to the inner core and will take everything about you and fit them to their own personal world. Let’s say you hate cats but like to read sometimes and the INFP loves cat’s and loves to read. The INFP will throw the cat thing out of the window and imagine you reading all the time.  The INFP will that way come to the conclusion that you fit perfectly together. Look at their Facebook page. They might be posting quotes or stuff that fit perfectly what you were talking about yesterday. Also if you keep getting anonymous poems sent to your phone, you know where they came from.
  • ISFP: The ISFP will probably not make any move. You will need to make a move on them. Most ISFP’s like being chased - at least that is what frequently happens. It’s very hard to see whether they actually like you or not until you’ve chased them for a while. Then they might open them self up. Or not. They might have a great crush on you but still reject you a few times. You never know.

      

  • INFJ: The INFJ will seem to be completely unaware that you exist until a friend (Who has probably figured out that you’re having a crush on the INFJ) talks them into making a awkward move. Beware of adorable bad puns. When you’re alone they will tell you that they’ve liked you long before you noticed them. They were just too awkward to do anything about it. If they’re spiritual it’s very likely that they have prayed a lot to get to know you. Remember that on the inside the INFJ can be very logically thinking. Even though they like you they might hesitate to do anything at all until they’re sure they’re doing the right thing. Relationships are serious business for them and they want to be sure they’re not going to hurt anyone. Breaking up is not something they’re planning on doing. It’s also a good sign if they take time to talk with you and even counsel you or teach you about things that interest them.
  • ISFJ: ISFJ’s are going to be very awkward and shy around you and can barely talk about their crush to anyone. They will at most act like their usual sweet helpful self around you and might offer to do something helpful for you. They might even give you something sweet. But don’t expect them to make a move.
  • ISTJ: The ISTJ will basically find you attractive, choose you and then professionally flirt with you. They will probably do this on Facebook and/or face to face. They will also most likely dress irresistibly. When you’ve been “chosen” by the ISTJ they will not stop until they’ve either gotten what they want or you’ve rejected them. In that case they’re quick to move on to the next target.


  • INTJ: The INTJ will basically notice your existence. That’s a big step of knowing whether a INTJ likes you. They will also listen to you without constantly interrupting you. You feel like they are actually interested in YOU (talking about things that interest you or apply to you.) It’s a plus sign if they take time to explain intellectual concepts to you. Also try to keep your ears open. If they seem to know things you’ve not told told them they might have googled you. If that’s obvious - then that’s a very good sign that they are actually interested in you.


  • ENTJ: Figure out you like them. Kiss you. Figure out they rushed into things and take four weeks to make a rational decision about whether to keep pursuing a relationship or not. Decide that it’s a good decision and invite your confused ass to dinner. Ask you too marry them in 3 months.


  • ESTJ: ESTJ’s are, like ISTJ’s, very direct. If they like you they will probably talk to you a lot and actually show their interest. ESTJ men will most likely be more direct than the women (again, society’s fault). If you’ve read the book “He’s not that into you” - that might fit an ESTJ very well. The women are also most likely direct but not as much as men. But they will show that they like you - flirting and bossing you around a bit. ESTJ’s are very rarely scared to just do it. It either works or it doesn’t. That’s life. ESTJ’s are also often very service oriented and if they have feelings for someone they will often show love through service. “Actions speak louder than words” is a definition that fit the ESTJ very well when it comes to love.


  • ESFJ: ESFJ’s can take a long time to figure their own feelings out. They are great understanding other people’s feelings (Srong extraverted feeling) but it can take them a while to figure their own feelings out. In the meantime they will probably act very motherly/fatherly around you. They will worry a lot about you and become very jealous if you’re hanging with someone of the opposite sex (assuming that you’re heterosexual). After they finally figure out that they like you they will probably panic and be very emotional nervous wrecks around you and finally just talk to you about it. Then you know for sure. Hopefully you’ve not given up on the wait by then.


  • ENFJ: When the ENFJ figures out they like you they will actively seek you out. They will invite you to every event they’ve planned on going to, along with other friends. Like the ESFJ they are better at understanding other peoples feelings than their own (Strong Fe) so it might take a while for them to actually do figure out they’re crushing on you. Like the ESFJ they will most likely panic when they figure it out and might even figure it out too late or after you have moved on with your life and given up. Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.


  • ESTP: There won’t be any doubt that they’re after you. The only thing you have to worry about is whether they’re after ONLY you. ESTP’s are very adventurous and they like looking around. This doesn’t mean that they do this all the time. But before anything serious has started be sure not to take anything too seriously until the ESTP makes it clear it’s ONLY you he/she wants. If you’re the one the ESTP will make that clear to you and do all he/she can to keep you.


  • ENTP:  To an ENTP love is a game. If you catch their interest they are going to go all over you really fast trying to win your heart.They might be cautious at first (until they know the person likes them back) and will make moves that are not that obvious but might win you over. They can be very flamboyant but not as much as the ESTP. Sometimes they might even pass as introverts. But they will not easily give up on a “game” they’ve started. They have to win!  If an ENTP gets what he/she want’s he/she will keep it. 


  • ISTP: If an ISTP is not withholding information about themselves from you it’s a sign they might actually like you - but being as mysterious as they are it’s hard to tell. But it’s a really positive sign f they actually care enough to tell you about their day and life. If they miraculously share ANY of their feelings with you then you can at least be sure that they like you in some way. How serious it is is another matter. Also don’t take it too personally if they don’t seem as interested in you as in the new Cadillac their friend purchased. Even if they forget that they’re on a date and leave you without letting you know to try the car out out (true story).


  • INTP: Similar to the ISTP the sign of an INTP taking the initiative to talk to you is a very positive sign. Especially with deeper, more complex, and probing conversation, he or she likes you and wants to get to know you better. And if he/she seems to be actively seeking you out for these beyond-small-talk conversations, then he or she probably already has a crush on you. If he/she is getting really nervous around you it’s very likely that his/her feelings are getting stronger. INTP’s along with ISTP’s have a hard time handling strong emotions and sometimes don’t know what to do about them. 
The Mobster’s Wife, Chapter 4

Summary: Hemlock Grove Mobster AU set in the roaring 20s. Despite your best efforts, you find yourself falling for Mobster Kingpin, Roman Godfrey.  Growing up in a town run by the mafia, you know how difficult the life of a mobster’s wife can be. Is it better to live a quiet life without love or to live a life of fearful adventure with the one you love?

Words: 2663

Paring: Gangster! Roman Godfrey x Reader

Warnings: SMUT! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18. Oral Sex (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (CONDOMS ARE COOL). Violence. Blood. Threats. Violence against women. Knifes. Mentions of torture. Language. Over use of the word “sensation”. 

This might be my favorite chapter so far. I know the smut chapters never do as well, but I think you’ll like it. There is no direct violence really in this, more suggested or talked about. TAGS ARE OPEN.

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Unmarked

Theme:Soulmate
Rating: T
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Derek presses his fingers against his soulmark briefly, studying the familiar phrase in the mirror before tugging his shirt on. It’s an old habit, running his fingers across the mark on his ribs, touching it gently with unending fondness. Even though it’s been years since the phrase appeared, and even though he has long since memorized the curves and arches of the writing, Derek loves looking at the mark.

He was only five years old when the words burned themselves into his skin. No one really knows how the marks work, just that they appear when the youngest of the pair is born, spelling out the first words that the soulmates will say to each other. By the time the last letter finished carving Derek’s skin, he was in tears. His mother had held him through the tremors and promised that the pain would be worth it in the end. After all, having a soulmark was a gift, the universe’s way of helping him find the one person to make him whole. (In Derek’s opinion, if the universe has the power to match people up, than it probably had the power to make the process painless, but what did he know.)

When the pain ended and his mark was legible, Derek wondered what type of person his mate would be. After all, who started a conversation with a proposal? It always seemed so presumptuous that their meeting would begin with an offer of full commitment, but at the same time Derek has always loved the originality of the statement. In comparison with something like ‘hello’ or ‘can I help you,’ his words have always stood out (though his mother’s words are ‘can I help you’ and his father’s mark reads,‘for starters, you can get that monstrous thing out of my way,’ so maybe even simple marks have something unique about them).

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The Gift

word count: 1,380 

warnings: small panic attack.

tags: @321angst @lostin–translation @ajumbleofwords @friendlyinternetmeerkat @zadi-jyne @yourdailysunshine @love-sanders-sides

Christmas was always a time for joy, even Virgil had agreed to be a little cheerier. All sides had gotten each other presents, and were going to exchange them them on Christmas day. Virgil had agreed to quite a few Disney and Christmas movie marathons with the others, though he still sat in an armchair alone.

  Everyone had been quite pleasant, causing Patton to be extremely excited. Patton wanted this to be perfect seeing as this was Virgil’s first year celebrating with the others. Patton spent days in the kitchen cooking and baking, he decorated with the help of Roman, and he made sure he got everyone the perfect gift.

  When it came to the day it was a surprise to no one that Patton was the first out of bed. He woke everybody up by setting a cup of hot coco on their bedside tables. Breakfast were pancakes shaped like christmas trees. After breakfast, Logan suggested they watch a few movies before they open gifts, and the others agreed. Roman, who usually loves the Nightmare Before Christmas and Polar Express, couldn’t sit still.

  About an hour or two before lunch, they decided to open gifts. Logan had gotten ties with puns from Patton, a book of classic stories from Roman, and a nice black blazer from Virgil. Patton had gotten a teddy wearing glasses and a cardigan from Virgil, a new blue cardigan from Logan, and a silly singing monkey from Roman. Roman had gotten a new crown from Patton , and a few disney posters from Logan.

  Roman had asked Virgil to wait and exchange gifts after at the same time as him, so the others went ahead and gave virgil their gifts. Virgil was given more eyeliner pencils/ eyeshadow by Logan, and a teddy bear wearing a black hoodie with black button eyes from Patton. Roman was smirking silently as he prepared to give virgil his gift.

  “Oh Logan, I need help preparing lunch.” Patton said as he walked to the kitchen dragging Logan behind him.

   In reality Virgil had told patton that he wanted to exchange gifts with Roman in private. Patton had agreed but hadn’t pushed for an explanation, that was why he had dragged Logan into the kitchen when he didn’t need help.

  When only Roman and Virgil remained, Ro handed Virgil the gift, hardly containing the laughter he felt bubbling up. Virgil had taken hold of the box, not knowing what laid inside. Roman fidgeted as Virgil hesitated to open the box.

  “Look, while we’re alone and Patton won’t make a big deal out of this. I’m glad you agreed to accept me. I’m glad we have a better relationship now. And… I’m sorry for anything I’ve ever done to offend you” Virgil muttered, sounding embarrased but sincere.

  Roman was stunned, having not expected Virgil to open up to him. Suddenly, Roman wasn’t so sure of his idea.

  “Uh Verge..” he started, only to be cut off by patton rushing in.

  “Hurry you two, lunch is almost ready!” the father figure called. Virgil began to open his gift rather fast leaving Roman no time to react.

   “VIRGIL WAIT!” Roman yelled, just a second too late. Virgil had opened the box and a hand sized mirror popped out on a spring. The shock of seeing his own face with eyeshadow smeared under his eyes, dark fringe, and altogether dark appearance sent panic through Virgil. Every anxious thought and self doubt that Virgil had pushed away for the holidays came crashing back, driving his rare good mood away instantly. Tears clouded the anxious traits eyes and he could no longer hear the others as they called to him. Blindly scrambling out of the commons, Virgil rushed to his room, slamming the door behind him.

  The remaining two traits looked at Roman with disappointment clear in their eyes. Roman felt the guilt settle in, but as he stood to leave as well, Patton stopped him with an uncharacteristic anger in his eyes. Logan, wisely, ducked out of the room before things could escalate. Patton was many things, but hardly ever was he truly furious. So when Roman saw barely restrained anger in the older traits eyes the royal became genuinely scared.  

  “ROMAN I AM DISAPPOINTED IN YOU! HOW DARE YOU DO THAT ON CHRISTMAS! HOW DARE YOU DO THAT AT ALL!” Patton yelled, causing Roman to flinch.

“Patton, I..” Roman began before being cut off by the father.

 ”NO! I don’t want to hear it. Just think, Virgil was so nervous about this whole gift exchange! You shouldn’t have… You could have…” Patton trailed off, his anger replaced with a look that was just…tired.

  Roman had tears in his eyes, Patton only just noticed. He took a deep breath.

  “I’m sorry, kiddo. I’ve gotta get back to Virgil now.” Patton whispered, absently patting Roman on the back, before leaving only Roman in the common room, with tears in his eyes. Roman glanced around the room, noticing a nicely wrapped box still under the tree.

  Back in his room, Patton sat on the bed gently holding Virgil as the darker side calmed down.

  “I’m sure he hadn’t meant it in a mean way! Maybe it was just a prank gone wrong?” Patton tried, hoping to mend the tear in the younger sides recently found friendship.

  “Maybe… He did say wait, just slightly too late.” Virgil replied thoughtfully.

  "Exactly, so he made a mistake, but I don’t think he ever meant to hurt you.” Patton said softly, playing with Virgil’s hair. Virgil didn’t respond to that and Patton sighed.

  “I have to go finish making dinner now. You can come down if you’re feeling better or stay in here and I’ll bring you food later.” Patton whispered, pressing a kiss to the younger’s forehead, before getting up and leaving the room.

  It was silent for a few minutes before a knock sounded. Figuring it was Patton coming back for something, Virgil didn’t answer. The door opened and a guilty looking Roman entered with his hands behind his back.

  “So, I saw the gift you got me and Patton suggested I open it. It was very thoughtful, thank you.” Virgil didn’t look at him.

  “I loved that you thought of me when you saw them.” Roman continued. Virgil had gotten Roman a statuette of a prince holding a sword. And a slightly smaller prince charming plushie.

  Roman sat on the bed, Virgil still didn’t give any sign that he was listening.

 "I… I thought it would be funny to give you a gag gift to make your first Christmas a memorable one. Now I realize that was stupid and not very noble of me. So, what I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry Virgil.”

  He bowed his head. “I’m sorry I ruined your Christmas.”

  The royal suddenly perked up. “I did buy you a real gift though so…” He trailed off looking at the still unmoving trait on the bed.

  “I’ll uh just leave this here,” Roman finished, somewhat awkwardly placing something on bed.

  Virgil held still minutes after the door closed, not knowing if he should trust the creative side. Finally sitting up, he saw a red and white striped box sitting on the edge of the bed. Curious, he grabbed the box and slowly opened it. What was inside made him gasp.

   Sitting neatly in the box was a beautiful black frame, the picture only partially visible. Virgil picked it up to look closer. It was a picture Virgil had taken when the others weren’t paying attention, while planning with Thomas. Patton was laughing, head thrown back, eyes closed. Logan was smiling a small smile, while Roman was mid-giggle and Thomas had a massive grin on his face.

  They had been rehearsing a video when Logan had said a word wrong, accidentally making a pun when he did causing everyone to laugh. The fact that the creative side had framed the picture meant he thought it was good enough to be seen. It indirectly showed that he thought something Virgil did was good. Virgil let out a small smile. Roman may be rude but he always made up for it.

  Some time later, when Patton called for dinner, Virgil joined the others. His holiday spirit had returned.

A Speedster’s Halo


Originally posted by imnotgrantgustin

DESCRIP: the daughter of Bruce Wayne shows up needing the Flash’s help. She has powers- but can’t control them. And it only gets more complicated from there.

(Maybe new series?? It gets good- i promise lol)

When the Flash had gotten the distress signal- he really had believed it was Oliver. I mean- it had said it was from the Arrow; who else would have had the right frequency for STAR labs anyway?


Well- he probably should have been more careful.


Barry sped into the small abandoned building from where the signal had come from- on the outskirts of gotham. The building looked like it had been closed for years, and maybe it used to be an old laundromat. Barry opened the dusty glass door, the creaking echoing throughout the store.


“Oliver?” The Flash asked, squinting into the dark.


No one responded.


Weird.


“Barry- is he there?” Caitlin asked, coming through his earpiece.


“I don’t know,” He replied, slowly moving past the cracked and peeling walls of the room. A piece of linoleum cracked under his foot, making him jump. “But this place is a lot creepier then it should be.” Barry continued, looking up warily. Just as he was about to move forward again, something stumbled out from behind the old counter top. It was a girl- at least he thought it was.


“Oh thank God it’s only you.” The voice said shakily, sounding like her throat was stuffed was cotton. She sounded happy- but Barry wasn’t entirely sure. He held up his arms.


“Hold up- you’re not the Arrow.”


“Well that’s pretty obvious- I’m not exactly wearing green.” The figure moved away from the old counter, starting to come into the dim light. Before she could, Flash pointed more forcefully.


“Hey, hey wait, you can’t just trick me into thinking you’re a different person and not expect me to be suspicious. How’d you get that signal?”


A moment of silence passed. The girl sighed, the breath echoing around the once empty store.


“It wasn’t that hard, and honestly I would love to explain that to you,” The girl said, slowly coming into the light, “but I don’t think I really have the time.”


That’s when Barry saw it, the dark blood leaking from between the girl’s fingers. She had her hands pressed up against her right side- which had already been wrapped in a jacket. The girl smiled up at him, her entire body shaking.


“I guess we really will have to talk about this later.” Barry rushed over, gloved hands brushing over the girl’s bloodied ones. For how much she was bleeding, she seemed to pretty tough- and handling it well. Except once she felt the Flash next to her, her body knew it didn’t need to try and keep itself up anymore. Her knees buckled, dropping her.


“Woah!” Barry yelped, catching her against his chest. The girl’s eyelids fluttered, head lolling. ”Hey, wait- no you’re going to die- I’ve got you. I’m taking you to the nearest-”


“No-no hospitals! please.” The abrupt urgency that immediately changed her hazy eyes to sharp and wild ones were what convinced him. This girl was in danger. He had to help her.


“No hospitals. I promise. Now hold on.”


And with that- they were gone.



Y/n’s POV



The first thing you heard was loud chewing.


You hated loud chewing.


You grimaced, feeling an oxygen mask strapped to your face. A bright light hung above your head, turning your eyelids red. The chomping continued- but it was joined by humming. Turning away from the noise, you slowly opened your eyes.


You laid in what looked like a hospital bed, tucked under white sheets with what you gathered was either one really big pillow or three smaller pillows supporting your head. Turning your head again, you winced at the bright light above. You looked up at the loud eater, and saw a guy who you assumed was your age. So this was the culprit. You looked him up and down, as he had his back to you. He did a small kind of dance- he was humming- single ladies as he looked at one of the machines.


Honestly- it was pretty funny. But having that bright light in your face was not. You looked down at your body, which was covered with EKG stickers. They monitored your steady heartbeat, keeping everyone informed on whether or not your where dieing.


So you ripped them off.


The machine monitoring you flatlined, and the boy who had been dancing jumped.


“Holy sh- What?” The guy stopped, his momentary shock giving way to disbelief, “Why would you do that?” He said, drawing out the word why longer for emphasis. You looked at him, still lying with your head sunk into the pillow. Removing your oxygen mask, you pointed up at the light.


“It’s kinda bright.”


“Well you could have just asked!” The loud chomper ran over to the light, and begrudgingly turned it off.


“Thanks.” You said, smiling. The guy looked down at you, keeping a disapproving frown on his face.


“Sure…” The guy looked around, tucking his longer black hair behind his ears, making them look bigger then they were. And not in a bad way- a funny way.


“Listen-” The guy pointed at you with both hands clapped together, “ I have to call my friends- please don’t do anything- like what you just did. Okay?”


You nodded, making a serious face.


“Yes sir.” The ‘sir’ snorted (he’d never been called sir before- it sounded weird. Or maybe cool?), but quickly covered up his laughter with a frown.


He went to go call his friends. You watched as he walked out of the medical bay, and into the large room outside. Once out of sight, you leaned forward in the bed. A burning pain raced up your side, and you let out a small grunt. Your back fell back onto the pillow, letting your side relax while still letting you evaluate your situation. You lifted up the edge of the once white shirt, exposing your bandaged wound to the world. You cursed, happy that they had actaully treated you- but also frustrated because you couldn’t look at your own bullet hole. You looked up at the ceiling, a sigh escaping your nose as you trailed your hands over were you assumed the damage was.


Well- there was nothing so far…


But before you could figure it out, a burst of wind rushed through the room. You snapped up, this time ignoring the pain. You wanted to see it.


You looked out from your room, seeing him.


You thought you had been hallucinating when you first saw him- but now it was real.


You hoped.


The Flash stood in the middle of the room, clad from head to toe in red. Before, you didn’t think it was going to be that red- but there he was, looking like a big maroon twizzler. You admired his guts, so you decided if you ever got a suit you would want it to be just was bright and obvious as his. The Flash was close to the guy who had called him, talking excitedly.


And then he looked at you.


Right then you realized- this was going to be a long one.

The Set Up- Tyler Seguin

Originally posted by steenbean

Ok so this one turned out super cute and I really liked it so I hope you guys like it too! Enjoy!

Warning: none

Anon Request: You’re writing is absolutely amazing and I gotta say I am completely addicted to it because I can barely go a couple of hours on an off day where I’m not checking and re-checking your blog to see if you’ve posted a new one. And honestly, I really need an imagine with Mitch Marner trying to set his older sister up with Matt Martin, but it turns out she’s dating Tyler Seguin from you because you’re that amazing.

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              You were close with Mitch, which wasn’t normally the case with siblings.

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The Music of the Night   III. All I Ask of You

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                                             ALL I ASK OF YOU 🎶


                                            No more talk of darkness
                                         Forget these wide-eyed fears
                                        I’m here, nothing can harm you
                                      My words will warm and calm you


Feyre entered the prima donna’s private dressing-room, which had been hers for the night. The chamber was enormous, and lavishly furnished with a velvet-upholstered settee and armchairs, silk curtains on the tall windows, and golden candelabras and frames on all the portraits. Vases of pink roses crowded every single surface. They hadn’t been there before the performance. The perfume was sweet, pleasant, but so strong it was dizzying, and Feyre collapsed onto her vanity chair, feeling overwhelmed.

Mor, who had walked in after her, grabbed a single red rose tied with a black ribbon from the armoire, and handed it to Feyre.

“You did very well, my dear. He is pleased with you.”

Feyre thumbed the black ribbon, not knowing what to say. She was feeling too many things at once. She was worried about her sister’s reaction when she’d told them about the Angel of Music. She was worried about what she was going to say to Tamlin—a sharp knock on the door interrupted her. She sat up.

“Monsieur de Chagny,” Mor said and opened the door wide to let him in. They quickly exchanged greetings before Mor said, “I’ll leave you to it, then.” She looked at Feyre before she left, and Feyre gave her a quick nod to reassure her she was okay. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, and her palms were clammy.

“Monsieur de Chagny,” she said. She looked him straight in the eye, and did not curtsy, or offer him her hand to kiss. He looked the same, she realised. The same golden hair, the same shining eyes and handsome face. She thought he appeared older somehow, but she could not say what gave her that impression—when she looked at his features, it was as if he hadn’t aged a day. Perhaps it was the way he carried himself? She could not tell. Would he be the same Tamlin she once knew?

“Feyre,” he said, and stepped towards her. He did not seem unsure, unsettled, like she did. “Did you like the flowers?” He smiled, and it was the same dazzling smile she remembered.

The roses. She should have realised they were from him. “Oh, yes, very much so.” She felt awkward. She did not know what to say, in a way she hadn’t felt before. He was a stranger, but he wasn’t. And she felt somehow like a child who had been caught doing something she shouldn’t have—she was the one who left without saying a word, after all.

“I remember how much you used to like them when we spent time together in the gardens back at the manor. Do you remember that?” He took another step forward and grabbed her hand. She remembered how his confidence and boldness used to enchant her once, and she was taken in by his every move. Would it still be the same? She felt too many emotions now, and couldn’t say how she felt towards him.

“I do,” she said simply. She had never liked the roses in particular. Actually, roses were far from her favourite flowers. She had merely loved spending time with him and talking for hours, but she didn’t correct him. “Is it still as beautiful as I remember it?”

“You could come and see it one day.” She hesitated at his offer. He acted as if no time had passed since they’d seen each other last, and he hadn’t asked her why she’d left with no word. He didn’t seem mad at her either, but she could not tell whether it was genuine. She could never read him quite right. She realised she hadn’t reacted to his offer when he went on without even reacting at her apparent rejection. “You were splendid tonight! I had never realised you had such a wonderful gift, Feyre. All those days when I played the fiddle for you, and you were the real star.”

She smiled softly at the memory. “In the meadow? You always loved being the star, Tamlin.”

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A Guide to Lynel Slaying

As most of us know, Lynels have carried their “one of the most dangerous Zelda enemies” legacy into a game where everything’s already rife with danger. Staying two steps ahead of everyone here means having the best of all worlds: nasty attack patterns, crazy damage output, and a level of sturdiness that would make cockroaches weep.

But Lynel materials are necessary to upgrade some of the better armor, their weapon drops are among the strongest you’ll ever obtain, and if you train enough to tackle them, Silver Lynels may drop some otherwise-rare materials like Diamonds and Star Fragments. So here are some pointers I can offer to alleviate your gladiatorial labors.

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Shirt | Billy Hargrove

Originally posted by taikka

Summary: Billy fluff i guess

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OKAY OKAY SO ITS REALLY SHORT BECAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED A PART AND I COULDN’T REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS SO I TRIED TO FILL IT IN AND IT GOT OFF TOPIC IM SORRY

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You were trying on an outfit with Billy sitting on the couch, watching you observe yourself in the mirror. “We don’t have to go to this party.” He said after a long silence. You looked at him in awe. “What? The Billy Hargrove doesn’t want to go to a party? I must be dreaming.” You chuckled and went back to checking in the mirror. “Really”

Billy wasn’t the one to ever miss a party, and because you’re in Highschool, it would probably ruin his whole reputation. “We can’t do that.” You said, turning to look at him. “Yeah we can. We can skip and watch movies.” You thought about this and nodded. It would be nice to have a night alone with him. “Okay.”

“But first.” He said, going into your room, and coming back out with his shirt. “This.” You tilted your head in confusion and nodded. “Okay.” You said, and changed into his shirt, which was a bit big on you. You came out and he smiled

“You look good in my shirt.”


You blinked a few times before being able to see, and once you did you could tell that you weren’t alone in bed.

You shot up, and looked next to you, to see a sleeping Billy.

Soon it all came rushing back. There was a party last night, and you didn’t go, just watched movies all night.

‘Billy must’ve took me to bed.’ You thought, and lay back down.

You noticed you were wearing an oversized button up shirt that you figured to be his.

“Billy” you whispered. He shifted over and propped his head up. “Yes, sweetheart?”

You got up and opened your closet. “Get ready.” You said.

“I said get ready.” You raised your voice higher.

“Fine, fine.” You guys still had school, and unlike him, you didn’t skip


“Take me to school?” You asked, putting a shirt over your head.. He shrugged. “Of course.”

And then he kissed you.

It was a weird kiss, not your usual Billy kiss. It was a rare one that didn’t happen with him all the time.

You got in his car, and he drove to school, after waiting for Max. They squabbled in the car, like they didn’t know you were there, and as she got out she flipped him off. “What a nice bond.” You comment, and he snorts.

After they let you two talk for a few minutes, you looked over at him. “I hate school” He said, and he smiles. “I really do.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “I hate you, Billy Hargrove.” And you kissed him.

Music Lessons With Archie Would Include:

• Always having Archie correct you, annoying you at times when you were in a bad mood, or just tired of it

• “(Y/N) you’re playing the notes wrong- and I think the lyrics should-”

• “Archie shut up, I will end your damn life if you don’t”

• Sometimes helping him write or come up with notes, and bragging

• “Wow Arch, look I can write too- you need my help!”

• Everyone Always assuming you two were together

• “No- you see we’re just friends- he gives me music lessons-!”

• Dinner with his dad

• “Hey- you guys should come downstairs and grab a bite”

• “I just wanted to say you two are good together and-”

• “Dad (Y/N) isn’t with me like that!”

• Helping each other whenever you’d stress about writing a song

• Lots of insults, jokingly of course

• Lots of snack breaks

• “Can’t work on an empty stomach, right?”

• Getting distracted a lot, usually because you’d talk about Jason Blossom

• “Who do you think, you know- did it? I’m having a hard time figuring this out because I think I have a clue and then it just opens up more possibilities”

• “I don’t know- I say we should work on the music right now, I don’t think talking about a dead guy is gonna help us play better”

• Jam sessions where you’d just play music

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A/N: Hey sorry if this is a bit short and/or shitty? I didn’t know exactly hat to put here and I just kinda rushed it because I couldn’t think of a big variety of things? I just hope you enjoy! :)

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

**inspired by a post I saw where Regina uses her magic mirror to check in on the Queen and Robin Locksley**

It’s been over a year since she has checked in on the Queen, a small little peek into the other woman’s life just to make sure that everything is okay, that they are okay. And so far, everything seems good, really good. She’s had a couple chuckles over watching this other version of herself lose the royal thickness about her and become a woman of the forest. Long gone are the jewelled cloaks and high heels, all which have been traded in for more sensible clothing, furs, trousers and a bow on her back. It reminds her of the time she herself spent as a bandit, for that moment in time where she had been on the run from an Evil Queen and an outlaw had come to her rescue. It’s odd, to watch it play out in real life.

But this other Regina seems happy now that she’s stopped grumbling about living in the forest. It suits her. Suits them. And while they may live in a forest, Regina can’t help but smile at the fact that apparently you may be able to take a Queen out of her royal castle, but you can’t quite take all of royalty out of the Queen. They live comfortably, in a large-ish cottage on a hill surrounded by trees overlooking a lake. Thanks to her magic, they have everything they need, even indoor plumbing, a note Regina did laugh at. But Robin is still Robin. He still hunts and lives off the land, and makes campfires beneath the stars.

She’d watched them one night, tucked on a couch together underneath a blanket, a calm flickering of orange glow from the hearth beating about them as Robin combed through her hair till her eyes closed. She hadn’t meant to watch them as long as she had, feeling like a peeping tom and all, but Robin had waited till his Regina was nearly asleep, breathing heavier than a few minutes prior when he rustled gently in his pocket, and pulled out a small little box. She’d watched as his eyes trailed back down to the near asleep woman on his chest, a small smile creeping into his dimples as he kissed her temple and begun to play with her left hand.

Her heart had thundered as she sat silently in her room, absorbed in them and what was about to happen. He’d kissed her cheek, placed a few to her temple, and across her brow until she grinned in her sleep, curling further into his arms, as he pulled her gently awake. The Queen’s eyes had drifted blissfully open, contentment swirling about in them, at least until she saw the box Robin had pressed into her palm.

Regina’s breath had hitched at the same time the Queen’s had, the mirror in her hands creeping closer as she waited to see what the other woman would say, knowing the answer in her heart already. His voice was low, curious and full of love as he asked her the question, the Queen’s eyes flickering up from the diamond to his gaze, stunned, before she broke out into a smile, and nodded, pulling him down to meet her lips that ceased to stop grinning. She’d put the mirror down after that, wiped away a few tears she wasn’t sure were from longing or happiness. That had been the last time she’d seen them, snuggled together in their home, newly engaged.

She doesn’t do it often anymore, gaze into her magic mirror and see how they are, because it feels a bit strange sometimes, to see a life she could have lived going on in front of her eyes. It brings about an ache in her heart, wondering if she and her Robin would have lived this way, happily together. Maybe that’s why her checking in on them have been fewer and farther in between over the past two years. She is content that they are happy, that she was able to be a part of making that happen.

But something just felt a little different today, Henry had left for a school trip for a week and she was feeling a bit lonely in her mansion. For a few hours she’d managed to occupy her mind with cooking dinner (for one). Had made apple turnovers she’d not yet touched and had a long bath, even done her nails. And it’s only eight o’clock. Too early to fall asleep, nothing to capture her attention on TV, her book long finished.

Humming to herself, she thumbs the mirror on her bedside table, gnawing at the fact she wants to see them, that maybe, for a few minutes she’ll allow herself to pretend it’s her and Robin instead. Just a few minutes, ten tops. Sinking beneath the covers, she sighs, turning the glass towards her face and whispers out, “Mirror Mirror on the Wall, show me what I want to see most of all.” It glows a deep purple, bright and swirling in her palm till the light settles and the image fades into view.

It’s day time there, warm sun pooling into an empty living room, though seems no one is home. The thought makes Regina pout, unamused, what is she supposed to do now? Huffing out a breath, she sets the mirror aside, as stares out the window silently. The quiet is nice, she supposes. Not what she wanted, but what can she do about it? Settling into her pillow her eyes flutter shut, and she pictures Robin beside her, or maybe downstairs, frowning adorably at the appliances he’d yet to figure out.

She’d lost a toaster and a coffee pot whilst he was here and his curiosity had gotten the better of him. The sheepish look he’d given her as she’d walked into the kitchen to put out the fire alarm blaring away due to another smoke bomb from a destroyed instrument far too precious to have her irritation even flare a bit. He’d apologized, run his hand through his hair and sighed at the small carnage he’d created. But she hadn’t care, would just shrug and kiss him happily, letting her wrist flick and restore the appliance back to it’s working state. She liked those moments. Domestic ones between the two of them, it felt like normalcy had finally begun to settle into her life.

A muffled voice cues her attention back to the mirror beside her as she fumbles and flips it back over, light streaming into the cottage as a door swings open and she sees the other Regina walk into the living room, carting a basket on her hip and a smile on her lips. “I’ll be right there!” She calls back out over her shoulder, heaving the load from her arms onto the table. Robin must be outside.

She looks different. Her hair tied into a loose braid that swings over her cotton clothed back, face void of all makeup and dirt under her nails. It’s not the first time Regina has been amused at the sight of the once regal royal all dirtied up playing house. It’s nice. She dusts off her pants, makes her way quickly to the kitchen on the left just out of Regina’s view. In the distance she swears she can hear more than just one voice. Robin’s certainly, but there is someone else there with him, someone younger. Her heart flutters as a hushed laughter echoes around her. It sounds just like–

“Roland! Come back here.”

She freezes under her blankets, jaw dropping and eyes watering as she sees the mop of brown curly hair rush into the cottage. He looks exactly the same, a bit bigger no doubt, with the time that has passed, but his face hasn’t changed from the picture in her memory. Big button brown eyes, chubby dimpled cheeks, two new missing front teeth as he shouts cheerfully into the kitchen from the sofa he’s landed himself on. His little chest puffs in and out, and Regina can’t help the tears that fall, nor the way her fingers trace his face. She misses him so goddamn much. Kicks herself everyday for not being able to figure out how to get to him somehow.

“Hello, my little archer.” The Queen smiles as she steps back into the room, flopping herself down beside him, lips playfully coating his cheeks in affection as he squeals in delight beneath her.

Regina’s heart clenching at the sight of him moving to settle into the Queen’s lap, grinning up at her as his hands part, revealing a perfectly sliced apple, well almost perfectly sliced, one half is surely larger than the other. “I did it!”

“I see that! You’re getting better than Robin!”

“Yup!” Roland munches triumphantly on his half he hadn’t relinquished into the Queen’s hands.

“Oh you think so, eh?” Robin comes into view, his hair tousled on his forehead, a grin beaming as he settles down beside them with a smirk. “Should I tell Little John you’re about to take over as the leader of the Merry Men then, yeah?”

“Let him down easy, he’s a sensitive guy.” The Queen winks as she nuzzles down into Roland’s hair. “Speaking of which, he’ll be by rather soon to come collect you.”

“Awww, Gina, do I have to go?”

The pout he sends her is beautiful, as is the smile she sends back. Regina still sits enraptured on her bed, can’t help but feel a flutter in her stomach. They found each other. All of them. How she doesn’t know, but what does it matter anyway? It’s a perfect picture glowing out from her mirror. “You need to get some sleep or else you will fall asleep on the way tomorrow, and be a little grumpy toad.”

“No I won’t!”

Robin laughs, laces his fingers behind Roland’s back with the Queen’s, “Perhaps we can convince him to let you stay the night.”

“Yes!”

“We all know he is an easy turn if you show him just how good your archery has gotten, maybe he’ll seen reason in letting you stay and practice some more.”

Roland bounds between them, whooping and hollering as he grabs his small bow and arrow and races back outside, his cheering still heard from the quiet that surrounds the pair still on the couch. Robin turns his eyes from the doorway back to his wife who leans her head on the soft brown cushions, humming happily when he moves closer to her, draping her legs across his thighs, and tugging her tighter into him with a smiling kiss to her lips. The seemingly innocent kiss suddenly turns into something far more heated, a moan in the back of the Queen’s throat has Regina flushing hot, best be time to go.

Her hand begins to wave across the mirror, but her eyes glue to the placing of Robin’s hand on the Queen’s stomach, and she lets her magic fizzle out. They smile, a bashful blissful thing, eyes meeting one another’s before Robin shimmies down between the Queen’s thighs, his hands cupping a small swell Regina hadn’t noticed before.

“Hello, my boy. How are we this afternoon?”

The Queen cards through his hair, tilts her chin down and smiles as he begins talking to her bump, Regina hanging onto every muffled word and mischievous, cheerful grin he sends back up at his lover before focusing back down to the task of talking to their unborn child. “Now, you stay safe and warm in there and try to ease up on your mother for a while okay?” His kisses the swell and moves back up to buss the former Queen’s lips. “We should start thinking of names.”

“Already?”

“Why not?”

“Do you have anything in mind?”

Robin bites down on his lip, brow creasing as he scoots back down to the barely there bump. “Well, my father’s name was Richard.”

“Baby Boy Richard?” She cringes hard.

They both lock eyes before sharing a laugh, Robin shaking his head, “A definite no.”

“What about Rigel?”

“Rigel Locksley?”

The Queen shrugs, “I kind of like it.”

“As do I. And for a middle name?”

Regina soaks in the moment. Little Rigel. She wonders if he will look like Robin, or maybe a smaller version of Roland, her complexion to Marian is close enough anyway. And when the Queen whispers out a name, Regina’s heart stills, eyes flush with new tears.

“Henry?”

“I know that you didn’t really know him, either of them, my father or my son, but I’d like to…”

Her words are cut off by another melting of Robin’s lips to her own. “Say no more, Rigel Henry Locksley it is.”

“You’re sure?”

“Of course, my love. It’s perfect.”

They settle in together, lacing their hands over their baby boy safe in Regina’s belly.  

“You’re sure you want to go tomorrow? We can wait a few days for you to feel better you know.”

“I’m okay.”

“You sure? You’re only a few weeks along, we don’t even have to go.”

She kisses him again, slow and steady before nodding, “I promise I’m fine, it’s not as bad as it was with Rae, that’s for sure.” Her eyebrows arch momentarily, “Plus, we promised Roland we’d take him.”

“He’d understand if you aren’t feeling up to it.” He rubs down her legs and back up her arms, saddling a fraction closer to her on the sofa.

“I know, he’s a good little boy, but I swear, I’m okay.”

“You’d tell me if you weren’t right? We can turn around anytime you want.”

He frowns, though the Queen chuckles, “You worry too much.”

She bumps his nose with her own as he sighs through a laugh, “I know, but it’s only cause I love you’re cooking and can’t imagine having to go back to eating boiled rabbit.” He jests at her, dimples on full display, as she scoffs, slaps his chest half heartedly.

“That’s why you married me? For my cooking skills?”

“Well that,” he leans in to catch her lips once more, “and maybe a few other things.”

Clearly something, no matter the realm or version never changed.

She huffs, pecks his lips a few times more, “Roland’s waiting. I’ll be right there.”

Robin smiles through his lingering concern, nuzzling into her neck for a few well placed kisses before extracting himself from her body, letting his hand circle across her stomach a few more times. “Speaking of little ones, shouldn’t she be up by now?”

“Probably, if we want to actually get some sleep tonight.” The Queen hums, running her own hands along the small swell as Robin stands, kissing her forehead one last time before whispering gently, “I’ll see you outside, my love.”

Regina watches as Robin leaves the Queen still smiling on the couch, soothing her hand over her stomach. This she certainly wasn’t expecting to see… an expecting version of herself. Where she’d figured envy would creep in, there is nothing. Well not nothing, there is a bubble of calmness that surrounds her as she smiles at the sight.

“Mama?” A little voice calls from up the stairs.

“Coming baby!” The Queen stands, and skips up the steps quickly and Regina can’t help but wait to see what their daughter looks like, what her and Robin’s daughter may have looked like. The room grows quiet as she sits up taller against the headboard, brushing a lock behind her ear, she needs a haircut, desperately so. But Robin liked it long, and she can’t really find it in her to shear it again. Oh well, unruly waves be damned, it will stay this length at least for a little while longer.

The sound of footsteps and happy bubbling laughter brings her eyes back to the mirror, the brown boots of the Queen coming into view first, her thighs and then a small dangling pair of matching boots at her waist. It’s all long brown curls hiding a little face burrowed into her mother’s neck. She can’t be more than twelve months, a baby still. A beautiful giggle muffled by the Queen’s own humming chuckle as she balances her daughter on her hip, whispering something Regina can’t quite catch.

“Shall we go see your daddy?” She turns and makes her way to the door, bouncing the little girl on her hip, and as they begin to walk away from the wall mirror Regina watches them from. Her eyes lock onto a pair of sky blue sparkling ones, chubby pink cheeks, dimples and a perfect rosy pout. For a second the little girl almost seems to sense her, and Regina can’t help but wave her fingers slowly as mother and daughter walk into the distance, and just before she loses sight of them, five little fingers wave back.

She laughs, brushes the tears off of her cheeks and sets the mirror down, her heart blooming and bursting at its seams. Her eyes close as she nestles back into bed, her mind swirling with the image of the perfect little family she had a part in bringing together, and something settles in her, a sense of calm and understanding that this will be the last time she uses the mirror, they have found a happily ever after, after all.

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summary: Love can transverse space and time… and species and age I guess. At least, that’s what Jihoon found out falling for you. 

Wait you knew I was a vampire?
Wait you’re actually a vampire? I thought you were a drug dealer..
How did you come down to that conclusion???
I’ll be honest, it was the soap dispenser thing.

[ Sorry this is out a bit late to the one who requested it! I’ll be honest I spent a good deal of the time trying to remember where SOPA was before I figured out it meant School of Performing Arts and felt like a dumb dumb. I hope you enjoy this, I tried hard to write it kind of humorous, thank you for requesting! Also Happy Halloween everyone! <3 - Admin V ]

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The Things We Couldn’t Say: Letter #4

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Summary: Sam’s life is getting more hectic, but he still makes time to write another letter. 

Characters/Relationships: Sam x reader

Word Count: 301

Warnings: none

October 10

Eagle Harbor, Washington

Dear Y/N,

It sounds like you’ve been busy. I hope Adrian took good care of you. I never did get to meet him, never got to see how well he hunted. Sorry, I don’t mean to sound like I don’t trust your judgment, just… Be careful. I know you always are, but be extra careful for me please?

Dean and I are extra busy right now, and things are rough between us. It’s a long story, but now I’m stuck in Washington. I don’t know when I can come check up on you, and it sounds like we’re going to be on opposite sides of the country, so don’t do anything reckless? Ok? I’m trying not to worry too much, but it’s hard. If you need anything, call. I’ll fly to you if I have to.

Something big is happening, though. I know you won’t believe this, but Dean and I, we may have found a way to shut the gates of hell. Permanently. I know it sounds crazy, but Kevin found this information on a demon tablet, so we’re trying to get him back, and the tablet, and figure out the rest of it.

I wish you were here for this. I’m not trying to rush you… I know you need to deal. But I wish you were here. You’d probably help us get the tablet ten times faster than we can on our own. And you’d probably talk some sense into Dean. You’ve always been the best.

I hope you find a good lobster roll. Don’t wait up for me.

Love,

Sam

P.S. I do remember that shirt. How could I forget? I was sticky for hours after that. I redact what I said earlier. You’re the best, except when it comes to squirting ketchup.

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