#missing scenes

[queercuttlefish]

i want to see fiyero ride up to the train platform to see for himself that elphaba didn't return with glinda i want to see glinda go back to her and elphaba's room and just stare at elphaba's empty bed i want to see them struggle to go back to day-to-day life at shiz now that elphaba isn't there i want to see morrible reluctantly teaching glinda sorcery i want to see nessa struggle to establish herself as govenor i want to see how nessa is treating boq and the other munkins i want to see glinda struggle with her decision to stay behind i want to see fiyero struggle to maintain his 'dancing through life' attitude i want to see fiyero out searching on his own for elphaba i want to see morrible and the wizard planning and sending out search parties for elphaba i want to see them spread lies and propaganda i want to see elphaba helping Animals and planning the wizard's downfall

i want to see what happens in between act one and two of the show

[bansheenolan]

missing scenes i deserved: scott haunting theo

[gingermarshmallow]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64497346

Riz is tenacious, passionate, reckless; he gets it from his mother. – Sklonda Gukgak isn’t afraid to die, and being a police officer in Spyre allows her plenty of opportunities to do so.

[esther-dot]

Jonsa Reunion

Safe and Sound 1k (I just have to highlight that this was posted in 2014)

Sansa escapes Baelish and finds her way to Castle Black.

Kiss of Undeath ficlet by @haraways

Sansa brings Jon back with a kiss.

Without You I Am Nothing 1k by @asbestosmouth

Castle Black is monochrome, but Sansa blazes like the fires of Rh'llor. Jon cannot help but burn.

Gifsets: Jonsa Hug by @joanna-lannister, Jonsa Hug by @c-sand, The Girl in Grey, Jonsa Hug 1, 2 by @kitnjon

Art: Jonsa Hug, Jonsa Hug by @vierverdeen, Jonsa Hug by @themarmic

Jon Comes Back Wrong

grave-dirt 3k by @charmtion

The edge of the world. The yawning dark. In his chest, a strange sluggish beat.

back in the pulse 2k WIP by @chispas-and-broken-bindings

(Who are you?) A dead man. A monster. The mistake of many and one. (And what have you lost?) Everything. (And what have you found?) You. (And what will you do with me?) Protect you. Always.

Made of Echos and Ice 1k by @thewolvescalledmehome

Ever since coming down from the Eyrie, Sansa has had the same dream. A wolf with white paws pacing in the snow. When she learns of the betrayal at the Wall, Sansa decides to do something about her dream.

i fall to pieces (when i'm with you) 70k by usuallysunny

"Go North. Only North. Jon is Lord Commander at the Castle Black. He'll help you." He'd had good intentions, this broken shadow of a man who used to be Theon, and he couldn't have known. Sansa finds a Lord Commander at Castle Black. He has steel-grey eyes, her father's eyes, and a dark beard framing a strong jaw, and he looks and sounds and moves like Jon... But he's not Jon.

Always Her ficlet by @temporal-tempest

Jon Snow came back darker, unreachable until her hand touched his face. This is what happens when you threaten that which has become the only warmth in a dark heart.

At Castle Black

My eyes were wide open 10k by @eruherdiriel

She hesitates, then reaches for his free hand, his other still tangled in Ghost’s fur. Their palms meet, hers warm against his chilly one, and the relief that rushes through him at her touch almost makes him close his eyes and forget the throbbing pain. “Do you remember what happened?” All he recalls are knives in the dark and cold, bitter cold. * It is in dreams that Jon begins to remember who he is.

Kisses Remembered, Kisses Forgotten 2k by QueenOfSloths

She remembers the kiss that he took. The only thing she doesn’t remember is him taking it. There are times when she is almost certain that she gave it willingly.

'cause i know that it's delicate 4k by @noqueenbutthequeeninthenorth

Set during "Book of the Stranger," immediately after Sansa arrives at the Wall. He goes to build the fire back up, and for a few minutes he stays silent, kneeling at the hearth, not looking at her. Finally he clears his throat. “I know,” he begins, “it’s not exactly what you’re used to — ” “You’d be surprised what I’m used to.”

make your fingers soft and light 10k by @ladyalice101

Jon goes quiet again, and his hand retracts, but just as quickly he is touching her again, oil on his fingers. He works methodically, moving from one wound to the next, one scar to another, from the base of her back to the top of her spine. It’s so gentle, so caring, and the longer it goes on the more Sansa relaxes, the safer she feels. Her eyes dip close under his rhythmic ministrations, and her mind goes blank, and she starts to feel the familiar lull of sleep edge around her mind. “This is supposed to make the scars fade?” Jon asks as he finishes up, his warm hands leaving her back, making her feel cold and startling her from her reverie. “Yes.” She isn’t sure she imagines the tightness in his voice when he speaks again. “If you are to do this every night, then I will gladly assist you.” // Jon rubs a soothing balm into Sansa's scars every night. But that's it. Nothing more. Definitely not. He's just there to help her do what she can't do herself.

as the night came down in a Nordic sky ficlet by @miazeklos

During her first night in Castle Black, Sansa reunites with the true North, and Jon welcomes her home.

Cold Nights at Castle Black ficlet by @estherruth-jonsatrash

They were grown now, childhood behind them. Yet they had been sharing a bed more like children, with the cold at Castle Black leaving them in need of warmth. At least at first.

How I wish you would take me for granted ficlet by @trollslanda

Sometimes her hands would shake- Solely in private, when she broke her quiet surface to gasp for air. Around others she still had a mental block, passively guarding her, bringing out the Stark iron. It made her keep her back straight and eyes steady, put up a solid front. Sometimes it felt like she was rusting from the inside and her brittle bones would never be whole again. --- Set shortly after Sansa has arrived at Castle Black, when she's still learning to feel safe. As it turns out, Jon is really good at that kind of thing.

Remedy ficlet by @wildflower-daydreamer

The night Jon and Sansa reunite at Castle Black.

To break and to mend ficlet @dreams-for-spring

In those moments nothing else matters and they forget what they have lost; in those moments they are more than the sum of their broken parts.

In the quiet of the night 4k by dreams-for-spring

It becomes a habit; each night she unlatches her chamber door, and each night Jon enters just as bashfully as before. Some nights he brings terrible sour wine, and others bitter ale for them to share as they sit around the hearth speaking of everything that has happened–everything except what has passed between him and his black brothers. She knows that is a topic he is not ready to share. Still, she does not find sleep when he leaves, but at least for those brief hours she is not alone, and something small inside of her begins to burn brighter with each night that passes. She tries to ignore the voice that tells her it is hope; hope is a dangerous thing for people like them.

Tous Deux On est Repartis dans le Tourbillon de la Vie 1k by @melimelo-ao3

He couldn’t even begin to picture what she had endured, what she had lived through. Yet, hearing her pleading in the night, he would give anything to know, to be able to understand her, to soothe her. He had only ever wanted to soothe her.

Gifsets: Where Will We Go by c-sand, Brienne Reacts to Jonsa, New Dress by @jonstarks How Could We Know, Sansa Tries Ale, Where Will We Go, Sansa Making Jon's Cloak, I Made This for You by kitnjon

Traveling the North

Five Times They Touch 1k by @justchunkit

She doesn’t touch him for days. Weeks. They travel from keep to stronghold, living in close quarters as they’d never done even as children. She is so close, but an icy veneer has covered the exhausted girl he’d started to know, and they can hardly exchange a good morning without it evolving into an argument.

Some Love Stories Need a Little Help 2k @graceverse

Or how Tormund effectively makes Jon share a tent with Sansa

Unnatural 2k by @amymel86

Once he is close enough, she leaps at him, arms wrapping him up and his nose buried in her copper hair. The shuddering exhale he expels is the most amount of sound he’s made in days but all he can hear is Sansa’s sniffling and the way their two hearts talk to one another in beats of the same song.

Gifsets: Arguing, Eye Contact, Jon Reacting to Sansa by jonstarks Side by Side by @baelerion

Pre Battle of the Bastards

we may only have this night 2k by wearycities

She summoned an image of Jon in her mind. When he saw her, at Castle Black. His eyes, his face. His hands letting go of the railing, like it had burned him. She could not stop thinking about his hands. She had turned the memory over and over in her mind on countless sleepless nights, wondering what it meant. After her argument with Jon the night before the Battle of the Bastards, Sansa returned to his tent.

The Madness of Dead and Broken Things 1k by @estherruth-jonsatrash

The first time, Jon tells himself it’s the last time. Jon gives into his feelings for Sansa the night before the Battle of the Bastards, telling himself he'll die the next day. He isn't prepared for the after of survival.

the night before the fight ficlet by @sailorshadzter

jon & sansa spend a night together before the battle of the bastards. pre parental reveal hookup, read at your own risk. nsfw.

Before the Storm 1k

Snowflakes fell from the grey sky, covering the ground in white even more than it already was. Grey and white, Sansa thought to herself. The Stark colors.

A gaze across a field 1, 2 ficlets by fedonciadale

Sansa's thoughts as she contemplates the possible outcome of the battle.

Gifsets: Arguing, You Don't Have to Be Here, I'll protect You I Promise by jonstarks, Pre and During BotB by baelerion, Jon Pummeling Ramsay by kitnjon, Jon Pummeling Ramsay by c-sand

Post Battle of the Bastards

Bloodstains and Stitches Chapter 1 and 2 by @trollslanda

Two scenes set after Battle of the Bastards: 1. In the courtyard, Jons pov. Post-battle calmdown and fluff I guess but also there's dead bodies and stuff. I dunno. 2. Sansa cleaning his wounds and stitching him up, her pov. A pretty sweet scene where they get a moment to breathe.

A Little Friction ficlet by @justchunkit

“You don’t know anything about me.” “Because you won’t tell me anything!” After the Battle of the Bastards, Jon and Sansa try to get to know each other.

Of Justice and Ghosts 1k by @lurikko

He knows his sister is watching him carefully like they are the only two humans left in the world, as they in a way are, and that makes his every remaining piece crumble.

Ghosts that We Knew 7k @the-prophet-lemonade

In the wake of the Battle of the Bastards, and the proclamation of the North's fealty to the Starks once more, Jon and Sansa see the ghosts of their family all-around. Sometimes, it becomes difficult to separate the past from the present when so many that they love are dead. A series of vignettes based around "nostalgia", and Jon & Sansa compared to Ned & Catelyn and the rest of their family.

they say that we’re out of control and some say we’re sinners 14k

Doesn’t have enough time to reminisce on the past because she’s turned around, and he’s seen her face, and it’s her. Can’t be anyone but her even underneath all that smudged dirt on her pale cheeks. Would know the red of her hair anywhere, he thinks. Doesn’t linger on the why, and instead descends down the steps and towards her. She’s turned her body so she’s facing him now, her eyes tracking his every move, his doing the same. They’re so in sync it’s terrifying, really.

Five Kisses 1k by @ben-barnes-is-my-husband

The five kisses that Jon and Sansa have shared.

Undisclosed Desires 4k Nina36

“Why did you stop?” She asked. I was ashamed. He was yours. I was terrified that you saw who I am. He was yours to kill. It was what you needed.

bet you didn't know that i was dangerous 4k by @ladyalice101

“I mean that your brother took a woman to bed, and when he had his way with her, he said your name into her ear over and over again.” // In which Littlefinger tests for Jon's weaknesses, and discovers a secret.

Soiled 5k by @orangeflavoryawp

"'Talk to me, Sansa,' he pleads, voice wavering, and she shuts her eyes to the sound. Like a gale. Like a mountain coming down. This is how it empties from her. 'What do you want me to say?"' she bites out, voice quaking." - Jon and Sansa. The start of their descent.

Dark in Bloom 8k by orangeflavoryawp

"His gravity wavers, the axis of his world tilted to the measure of her lips." - Jon and Sansa. The stain of desire bleeds slowly between them.

Hallowed 5k by orangeflavoryawp

“’Tell me,’ he growls, more demand than he’s ever given her – crown or not – and the feeling is heady in its fervency. Sansa stares him down, mouth a harsh frown. She doesn’t resist his hold, doesn’t ease into it either. ‘He says your affections for me aren’t… brotherly.’” - Jon and Sansa. An encounter with Lord Baelish brings the truth of their desires to light.

but still you stumble, feet give way, outside the world seems a violent place 3k by @parkersedith

When she looks at him, she cannot see anyone other than Jon, especially with him wearing a simple breeches and tunic, divested of all ornaments, even Longclaw. She can only see Jon, not her bastard half-brother, not the King in the North, not the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, not a wildling, but only Jon, the Jon who took Winterfell back with her, the Jon who fought their battle, the Jon who has been there, at her side, ever since she found him again. or; instead of roaming winterfell when she cannot sleep, sansa goes to jon, and to jon's bed. it's not quite as illicit as it sounds, and gives them a chance to finally, truly, talk

In the quiet of the night 4k by @dreams-for-spring

It becomes a habit; each night she unlatches her chamber door, and each night Jon enters just as bashfully as before. Some nights he brings terrible sour wine, and others bitter ale for them to share as they sit around the hearth speaking of everything that has happened–everything except what has passed between him and his black brothers. She knows that is a topic he is not ready to share. Still, she does not find sleep when he leaves, but at least for those brief hours she is not alone, and something small inside of her begins to burn brighter with each night that passes. She tries to ignore the voice that tells her it is hope; hope is a dangerous thing for people like them.

love is more than telling me you want it 2k

When he smiles at her, she feels warmth flooding back into her bones. She’d almost forgotten what it feels like, she’s been cold for so long. Sansa and Jon learn to be something other than ships passing in the night.

Gifsets: Jon Looking at Sansa by jonstarks, Sansa Looking at Jon by baelerion, Forehead Kiss by joanna-lannister, Winter Is Here by kitnjon, Forehead Kiss by c-sand

PRE CANON - WESTERN - FAIRYTALES - REGENCY - LITTLE WOMEN - HOLIDAY - next week -> ANNE OF GREEN GABLES

[illiterateaffairs]

DISTRACTIONS SCENE BETWEEN | STAY LIKE THIS FOREVER

pairing: jamie tartt x f!reader (ted lasso)

rating: T

word count: 1,190

summary: the first time you spend the night at jamie’s place. this takes place between chapters three and four of distractions. 

A/N: here is the first missing scene from distractions! sorry this is posted so late but it’s still monday for me! i plan on doing a few of these here and there, and will be posting another for ted day tomorrow. please let me know if there are any other moments, either mentioned or implied, you’d like to see from distractions! because i had a busy memorial day weekend, i haven’t had the chance to get chapter seven of distractions in a perfect place, so want to make sure you guys have some small things to hold you over. chapter seven should be out friday!

distractions masterlist 

There were a lot of things that brought you to Jamie’s door that night. 

One was homesickness. You had made the mistake of going on Facebook - a mistake in and of itself - and happened upon pictures of your extended family at a get-together for God knows what. It really didn’t matter. It was just a reminder of what you were missing, even before moving to another continent. You could count on one hand the number of times you got to go home to see your dads in the last few years, and lately it's been hitting you harder how much you missed them.

The second was also Facebook's fault. As you continued scrolling through the app in a depressed haze, you’d happened upon a post from Mason’s mom. God you really needed to unfriend him and his whole family. She had posted pictures of their family; Mason and Chloe included. Without even thinking, you’d clicked on Mason’s profile and saw his updated status.

In a relationship.

He and Chloe were Facebook official. 

While this didn’t surprise you, it still didn’t make you feel good. It was embarrassing the hold he still had on you, even though you’ve long since realized you deserved better than him. It just wasn’t fair that he got to flaunt his perfect, new relationship even though he fucked up and cheated. Eventually, you knew you’d stop caring, but right now all you needed was to get your mind off of your ex and his new girlfriend immediately. 

The third reason you came to see Jamie was a bit more complicated, and you didn’t even fully understand it. The reason being that you just really wanted to see him. You chalked it up to being lonely and horny, and didn’t dwell on the swirling feelings any longer than you should’ve. 

You knocked on his door around 10PM. You were worried he might already be asleep, or out training with Roy. You felt more relieved than you should when you heard the pads of his feet approach the front door. When he opened it, his first reaction was one of surprise, before his expression became pleased. He barely had time to formulate a greeting when your lips were on his. Jamie didn’t need instructions. He immediately hoisted you into his arms and carried you to his room. 

While you were used to Jamie’s generosity in bed, he was extra giving that night. You’d quickly learned it was because he’d sensed your tension. After round three or four - you couldn’t keep track - you and Jamie were laying side by side. He’d slowly turned to face you, and pulled his sheets up to cover you both. He gently thumbed your chin, coaxing you to face him as well. 

“Are you alright?” he’d asked softly. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” 

Jamie shrugged, “You’re quieter than usual.”

You chuckled, “What? I wasn’t loud enough for you before?”

He rolled his eyes, but smirked slightly, “No, I mean, you’re usually more talkative.”

“Are you saying I talk too much?”

You realized his hand was still making contact with your face when he reached down to lightly pinch your shoulder, “Stop it. I like when you talk, but you’ve barely said a word since you’ve been here. And while I definitely do not mind the surprise visit, you’ve never come to my place before. Just wondering if something happened.”

You sighed, no longer able to meet his eye. “It’s really nothing. Was just feeling off today.”

Jamie hummed, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t think so,” you shook your head, “Not right now.” 

“Okay. Do you want to talk about anything?”

“Hmm,” you basked in his attention and the way he was playing with your hair for a second, “What did you want to be when you grew up?”

“What?” Jamie let out a confused laugh. 

“You know, like when you were a kid, did you always want to be a football player, or did you want to be something else?”

“Huh,” Jamie thought for a beat, “I feel like I don’t remember a time when I didn’t want to be a footballer. After my mom got me into it, I never looked back.”

“That doesn’t surprise me,” you mused.

“What about you?” he asked after a few seconds. 

“I think in kindergarten I wanted to be a ballerina because I watched Barbie Swan Lake.”

“Of course.”

“And then when I was 9 or 10 I wanted to be a meteorologist. Or no, a storm chaser!” 

Jamie laughed loudly, “What? Why?”

“I don’t know. I watched the Wizard of Oz and thought tornadoes were cool as hell.”

“I think that’s the opposite of what you’re supposed to think.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not like other girls,” you both laughed. “But then in middle school, I took my first creative writing class and I was hooked. I felt like I could write forever.” 

“Is that what you did before you came here?” he questioned.

“Sort of. I wrote for an advertising agency, but I wasn’t passionate about it. What I really want to do is be an author,” you admitted quietly.

“Yeah? That’d be so cool.” Jamie whispered, still twisting your hair between his fingers. 

“I think so, too,” you smiled a bit, “But I just haven’t had any inspiration lately.”

Jamie nodded, “Well I bet when you do start writing again, it’ll be great.”

“How would you know? You’ve never read my writing.”

“I just know.” After another few beats of silence, he continues even quieter, “Would you ever let me read something of yours, when you do?”

You studied him through your lashes, before giving him a tiny smile of your own. “Maybe,” you respond coyly. “You have to promise to lie to me and tell me you love it even if you hate it, though.”

Jamie huffs, “I doubt that’ll happen, but I promise.” 

“Thank you.”

You and Jamie kept chatting for a few more minutes before your eyelids grew heavy. As you drifted off, you note how comfortable and at ease you feel with Jamie. Whether it's when you’re hooking up, or just enjoying each other’s company, you feel nice and safe. It was a new feeling, and you didn’t know what it meant, especially when you were half asleep, but you liked it. 

The two of you slept soundly, wrapped up in one another, until around 4AM when you heard pounding coming from the front door. Without opening your eyes, you groan as you feel Jamie pull himself out of bed and out of your arms. 

“I’m sorry, it’s Roy,” he whispered, “I’ve got to get to training.” 

You let out another noise of protest and Jamie chuckled quietly. 

“Next time we stay at my place where Roy can’t find us,” you mumbled tiredly.

“Sounds good to me.”

You barely registered what must have been Jamie kissing your cheek before you’re falling back asleep. 

You were fully out again as Jamie quickly and quietly got ready. Before he jogged downstairs to meet Roy, he indulged himself with one last lingering look at your sleeping form. 

God, you were cute.

A/N: once again, please let me know what you think!! and if there are any other missing scenes you’d like to see! <3 p.s. anyone who asked to be on the taglist today/yesterday I will make sure you’re included in my post tomorrow!

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[hailsbellsl]

The amount of Charlie and Maverick scenes that were in the original TG1986 script probably would’ve taken up half of the movie. Reading the script showed the movie was half about their relationship and half about Top Gun. The other pilot/RIO pairs had a lot more scenes too, while Iceman had a lot less, not counting Hop 31 and the Layton Rescue. But his overall confidence is still evident.

Flex(Chipper) got renamed Pork and Sundown got renamed Fungus

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

The waiting game

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial with the prompt FFF305 - divine questioning imagining the missing scenes before Wakamiya/Nazukihiko’s return to Yamauchi and the eventual employment of Yukiya to his household, who is only mentioned but hasn’t appeared. Yet. This is an alternate universe as I only conceived an idea that Nazukihiko might have worked in a restaurant as an apprentice due to his penchant for cooking, and other things. A bunch of head canons. Chisato Abe’s original works have been the springboard.

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Fandom: Yatagarasu: The Raven Does Not Choose Its Master

Characters: Wakamiya/Nazukihiko, Jun Tenimura (the Great Tengu), mention of Yukiya and Lord Natsuka, original character

Word count : 1019

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Three weeks before Wakamiya’s return to Yamauchi

Amidst the turbulence happening in the kitchen, there was something peaceful in the apprentice sous chef’s heart. Soon he’d go back to his hometown. As the true Golden Raven, the purpose he was born with would begin in earnest. From his colleagues no one suspected that he was not human, but another being from another realm altogether. One could say he was something close to a deity. Despite it all he’d leave this group of people without them knowing who he really was, but an eager, beautiful young man who fell in love with cooking and creating recipes.

He was preparing his utensils and a knife that he favoured when a pair of scurrying feet approached him. It was the pastry chef.

“Nazuki-san, do you have time? There is someone who wants to see you.” Out of breath, he led the young apprentice to the office. A familiar face greeted him.

“Old friend!” It was the Great Tengu, who everybody called in the Outside World as Jun Tenimura. A businessman. A middleman.

Nazukihiko, after closing the door, received the Tengu’s warm welcome. After they hugged, they both patted each other’s backs. Junten was a few centimetres smaller, with his short hair that was dyed a hundred times before, his round-framed eyeglasses matched his amiable face.

This time, his hair was dyed blueish that became indigo when the sun rays reflected the strands from the office’s glass roof.

“Did you find anything else?” Nazukihiko asked. A letter emerged upon his desk when he went to work to the restaurant a week ago. Feigning his ignorance, he read its content. The sender warned him that his life would be in danger if he planned to return to Yamauchi.

“A friendly reminder that you aren’t safe in the court as they aim for your head.” A foreboding statement concluded the letter.

“Not so much, but it can only mean that they are serious about it, that is, they definitely are planning to assassinate you. So please watch your back.”

The Tengu’s declaration was as straightforward as an arrow pointing at Nazukihiko. As the young crown prince, he knew that his life had always been in danger ever since he was born.

“They never waste time, huh?” Nazukihiko stroked his chin.

“The letter that you received was written by a woman. That much I could infer. I have seen movements from the Southern Territory. From what I've heard from my associates, Lord Tōru has been sending delegates to the Outside World. I can tell you that they have another set of contacts. But I have an inkling that they could be the tanukis. They are known to double-deal and love to trick humans. They could be downright nasty and cruel.”

“If they were seeking help outside Yamauchi I wonder what is in it for them? More power? More money?”

“Nazukihiko, you know darn well that Yamauchi is not going to last forever. Think of it as investment for them. They are finding ways to control their future life outside of that environment.”

Leaving from Suzaku Gate, which bordered around the Southern Territory, and where the Tengu and his clan operated, a Yatagarasu could still retain their image as a human, hence losing the ability of their raven form if they would decide to cross the humongous tunnel that surrounded with rocks and boulders. Inside it was a long conveyor belt that scanned goods from both the Outside World and the country ready to be traded in Yamauchi and vice versa. On the flooring was a number of tracks for trolleys and small carriages where wheels made of iron from the interior mountain were running. Moreover, the officials from the Southern Command kept track of the comings and going-ons of every Yatagarasu who left the country with a special paperwork.

“There are sightings of shiranui in different places, yes. My brother alerted me that a whole village vanished a year ago. No one knew what happened to the inhabitants.”

“Ah! The holes are getting more difficult to maintain, huh?”

“Well, that is the first thing I have to do once I am back. Patching them.”

The Tengu gazed at his friend with compassion in his eyes. Despite holding the highest position in the land, he could never envy him due to the troubles he’d face in the future. Or the moment he returned to his country.

“For now this is the only thing I have got. But be sure I will contact you once again I get more details, Nazukihiko,” Junten touched again his friend's shoulder, squeezing it. If only a touch could take away someone's worries. But being an outsider, he wanted to maintain a more professional approach to his dealings with the Soke Family. After all, he and Wakamiya had to be careful once the Southern Family got a wind of their partnership. It would be bad for his business.

“I am indebted to you,” Nazukihiko seemed to understand what ran inside the Great Tengu’s mind. At the end of the day, it was Lord Tōru who introduced him to Lord Natsuka, who in turn asked Junten to mentor a then teenaged Nazukihiko in the Outside World. One could not simply discern to whom exactly his loyalty lay. Nazukihiko knew that he was useful to anyone as long as he was able and could benefit the other party. The one in a hundred he still had to determine by himself. It was the divine question that the mountain god could only answer if he were here to help the crown prince.

Wakamiya, sitting alone in his dormitory room, had an idea who would be the possible candidate. The question remained if his brother would be successful bringing in that person to their circle. Once he did, the next steps would be easier. Yet, somehow it gave him anxiety. He had to take it slow. He had to convince that person that he needed him. But before that he wanted to make sure that the “blockhead rumours” were not true.

“I’ll be waiting for you, Yukiya…”

~ tbc ~

[waywardsou2]

New fic I just cooked up in the last 40 minutes.

I have been planning this for a while but when friends egg you on how can you say no

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62096779/chapters/158821345

Enjoy my little cherubs

(I'm also taking requests so send me an ask or a DM or a comment)

[deadheaddaisy]

Day 30!

Prompt: Hours Feel Like Days

+ ENT Appreciation April: Missing Scene(s)

Done! Finally done! Published late, but that's okay, it still falls into US time.

AO3 link

“Hoshi? Are you alright?” No answer. Malcolm tried again. “Hoshi! Are you there?” His hand was already reaching for his phase pistol as he signalled for backup to meet him at the ensign’s quarters. His blood ran cold at the thought of what could be happening even as he pounded around corners in a frantic bid to get to her.

She was already opening the door as he got there, standing against the wall so he could dart inside, weapon at the ready.

“What happened?” His voice was sharper than he’d intended, and from the corner of his eye, he saw her flinch.

“There was a voice … and someone in the corner.” She pointed toward the right of her viewing port. Her voice was uncertain now, more so than when she had commed security.

Malcolm stood in front of her, shielding her just in case, his phase pistol pointed where she’d directed. His eyes swept the room; it was empty, and too small to be hiding anyone, but as Ensign Esk Parker and Crewman Fuller arrived, he directed Fuller to check the bathroom and Esk to stay on alert near Hoshi while he did a sweep of the room.

Nothing. There was nothing to be found. He’d known it from his first look as he’d barged into the room, but he was the Chief of Security; he couldn’t leave any corner unchecked, and he wouldn’t have, anyway. Not with Hoshi - Ensign Sato - looking so unnerved in her own quarters.

“Nothing?” The disbelief in her voice, in her eyes, made Malcolm uneasy. Not as uneasy as the fact that there had been absolutely nothing on the scans. Nothing in her room, no extra bio-sign at the time she’d called for help. No strange energy readings, no radio waves, no odd signals.

Whatever Hoshi had experienced, it was a phenomenon unique to her, and her alone. Still, he tried to be reassuring as he answered.

“I ran every scan in the book. There’s no sign of any intruder anywhere on the ship.”

“Maybe our sensors missed something.” She’d turned away from him, unwilling to meet his eyes as she made the claim. She’d know that it wasn’t something he’d take lightly; the safety of everyone on board was his paramount concern, and properly-functioning sensors played a major role in his efforts. She knew he’d have double-checked the sensors to be absolutely sure.

“I went through all the logs for the past 24 hours,” he said, keeping his voice low as he angled his body toward her, wanting to keep their conversation private to shield her from inquisitive eyes. “To say they were uneventful would be an understatement.”

She closed her eyes and groaned, frustration in every line of her body.

“This is good news.” He tried his hardest to be reassuring, but when she opened her eyes, he knew he’d failed.

“That I’m imagining things?”

“You're a little on edge. It's not uncommon to see the enemy out of the corner of your eye.”

She looked unconvinced, and by her body language he could tell that she was drawing herself into herself, leaning away from him as thought rejecting what he was saying. “I thought that was called paranoia.”

As he launched into the tale of having imagined a Xindi in his quarters, he saw her eyes and mouth pinch tighter. Now anger and despair were seeping into her voice and expression. She wouldn’t look at him directly any longer, only out of the side of her eye.

Malcolm was lost. He didn’t want to think that Hoshi was imagining things, but he had always placed his trust in things he could see. If he couldn’t see what was bothering her, putting that expression of fear and uncertainty on her face, how could he fight it? How could he protect her?

Not only that, but everything he said and did seemed to be making matters worse.

************************************************************************

“Ensign Sato to Lieutenant Reed. I need help in the Command Centre.”

He was on his feet and out the door almost before she’d finished speaking. Once again he ran; she hadn’t sounded panicked, but her voice had been odd, worried, unsure. He drew his phase pistol as he ran; nothing was going to stop him from protecting her as best he could.

As he rounded the corner, she was in the corridor in front of him, reaching out as though she was pushing something. She stepped forward, then froze, looking around. Her body was almost rigid, uncertainty in the set of her shoulders as they hunched up toward her ears.

Coming up behind her, he reached out carefully and put his hand on her shoulder, saying her name just before he touched her to try and avoid giving her a fright. “Hoshi?” She jumped anyway, turning to face him, startled. “Are you alright?”

Her eyes were unfocused, as though she’d been looking out over a great distance. As he spoke, they zeroed in on him, clearing, and her hand came up to clutch his. Even so, he could feel her trembling. Her hand squeezed his hard; then she let go and stepped into him, burying her face in his chest, seeking reassurance. He holstered his phase pistol and held her until her trembling stopped, saying nothing, just patting her back, grateful that at least she wasn’t withdrawing from him this time.

When she eventually drew back, they looked at each other, one of their silent conversations passing between them. Finally her shoulders slumped and she closed her eyes, nodding in defeat.

“Come on,” he said reassuringly. “I’ll go with you.”

************************************************************************

Malcolm watched Hoshi as she sat on the bio-bed. Even from the back, he could see the tension in her, her back rigid, her shoulders once again hunched.

“I'm not picking up anything out of the ordinary.” Her head dipped, then came up fiercely as the doctor spoke.

He knew he’d have to simply report as though she were any other crewman.

“We still haven't found any ships nearby or any uninvited guests on board.” If it were possible, she stiffened even more at his words. She was withdrawing into a shell again, and his adherence to duty and procedures wasn’t making things any easier.

Her voice was brittle as she ignored him and spoke directly to Archer.

“I am not imagining it, Captain!”

“You have to admit it's a possibility.” The captain’s voice was careful, as though he was handling a skittish horse. Did the man not realise that Hoshi could read every nuance in his voice, and realise that he was simply humouring her?

She made it clear with her next words. “With respect, sir, I know that my mind can be overactive sometimes, but that is not what's happening. This is real.”

Perhaps the determination in her voice made it through; if nothing else, she believed in herself. Her fears about hallucinations and an overactive imagination were concerns of the past. This was the Hoshi who was ready to search for answers. Despite his concern, he felt a thrill of pride at the way she was pushing back against the clear doubt she was facing from all three men.

Archer may have instructed a security detail, but Malcolm knew he’d be the one standing guard. He wouldn’t leave it to anyone else. His teams could handle the Armoury and Engineering; he would watch over Hoshi himself.

************************************************************************

On the bridge, he watched her go into the captain’s Ready Room. Her shoulders were back and she looked more confident. Had she had another experience?

Archer’s instruction to Mayweather came as no surprise; there must have been a reason Hoshi had gone in to speak to the captain. As she came out and her eyes met his, he knew he’d been right; she’d had another contact and this one had clearly given her more to go on than before. Her gaze was clearer, sharper, more direct than over the last day.

Hopefully they would find out what was happening and this would be over soon.

************************************************************************

Hoshi was apprehensive but hopeful on their way down to the planet. There was a glimmer of light for her world! She led the way into the alien’s room, pushing open the doors as in her vision. Looking for the short, dark-haired man with whom she’d been conversing.

Tarquin was nothing like she’d been expecting.

“I didn't want to frighten you, so I created a human image when I contacted you on Enterprise.”

And he hadn’t seen fit to tell her that she was only viewing an avatar, and the person she met would be very different?

She was not one to judge someone by their looks; but the sheer disparity between what she’d been led to believe was him, and the reality of his appearance, was so jarring as to render her speechless.

She saw the looks Malcolm and the captain exchanged - both at the sight of Tarquin, and the alien’s request that she stay with him while he worked. And all the while, the fact that he hadn’t told her he looked different, that he had kept her believing he looked like the security officer she trusted, preyed on her mind.

He asked you to come alone! And if you had, and you’d only found out then what he looked like, that he’d been lying to you? What then? What if you were struck speechless without Malcolm and the captain to back you up? Alone at his mercy? It was a deeply unsettling thought.

Which was why she was surprised to find herself telling the captain that she felt comfortable being alone with Tarquin. Still, they needed the information, and despite the fear for her she knew was driving Malcolm’s suggestion that Enterprise remain in orbit, time was a luxury they did not have.

“I can take care of myself, Captain.”

But she wished the real short, dark-haired man who made her feel safe was going to be with her on the planet.

************************************************************************

Malcolm didn’t know what he’d been expecting when the alien turned to them - but he knew with absolute certainty that Tarquin was not what Hoshi had been expecting. She had never mentioned the alien’s looks, which she certainly would have if she’d seen them before, since they’d never seen anyone who looked like him.

And her fear and discomfort were easy to read on her face and body language; he didn’t need to be a linguist to pick up her uncertainty.

“Thank you for coming to me.” Tarquin moved up close to her, ignoring the others as though they didn’t exist. She stepped back and looked away; the captain stepped in front of her, and the alien backed off.

But just for an instant, Malcolm saw a flash of anger in his eyes before he concealed it and played the role of a good Samaritan once again. His gaze never left Hoshi, though, and Malcolm saw how discomfited it made her feel. So he made it clear he was suspicious of Tarquin with a few well-placed questions.

“We didn't pick up any other biosigns. I take it you live here alone.”

The flash he saw in Tarquin’s eyes this time wasn’t anger, it was despair. And that made him even more concerned.

"It's an awfully big planet for one person.”

The captain had looked at him then, and he hoped that his meaning had made it through.

But he couldn’t stop Tarquin’s insistence that Hoshi stay with him while he assessed the artefact - or her insistence that she could cope.

The alien said he didn’t want to frighten her, but he’d let her think she was going mad, lied about what he looked like, and had wanted her to come to him on her own. And then he kept pushing his attention on her, making her uneasy. These were not the actions of someone who claimed he had good intentions.

************************************************************************

Malcolm went to Hoshi’s quarters before she left. She was packing, her movements rote, her body still tight with unease. But she was putting on a brave face, and he wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him, or herself.

To augment that bravery with practicality, he gave her a phase pistol to keep close at hand. She made no demur, but packed it for easy access.

He hesitated before leaving.

“Ensign … you’ve been an exemplary pupil. I’ve rarely enjoyed sparring with someone as much. Very few people could best me as often as you have become able to. Remember that.”

He hoped she picked up on the message he was trying to convey, in his awkward fashion. By the look in those large, dark eyes, and the smile that touched her lips, he thought she had.

************************************************************************

The sly stroke of Tarquin’s fingers on hers as he took her bag, made Hoshi feel ill-at-ease. She thought again of Malcolm, of how he had praised her hand-to-hand combat skills. He had given her a phase pistol, but he’d also been trying to give her a message. She didn’t want to dwell on it too long, lest her host pick up on it; but she hugged the thought to herself.

“Your parents learned you were gifted, so you spent your childhood with private tutors, studying languages. You thought it was normal to go through your days alone. I'm sorry, I forget you're unaware of how much I know about you.”

“Are you reading my mind continuously?

“Not since you arrived. Now that you're here with me I would rather get to know you the way other humans do.”

If he was reading her mind, the blaze of sheer anger that had swept through her at that moment should have given him pause.

Everything was off-kilter. Tarquin was in her mind, and could be there at any time, and she wouldn’t know. He could invade her mind, but she knew nothing of his.

Hoshi was not exactly a loner, but she valued her time alone. This alien didn’t seem to get that, or only looked at her memories and didn’t understand the emotions that accompanied them.

************************************************************************

When she opened her duffel and saw the clothing she had packed, she was taken aback. Why had she packed these? These were not her Starfleet-issue pyjamas or shoes; she barely wore these in her own quarters. She would never have chosen to wear these on an official mission, let alone in a place where she felt uncomfortable and where the male alien hosting her had already made it clear he was interested in her as more than a guest.

The phase pistol went under her pillow. But for some reason, she kept ending up in one or other slip dress instead of her uniform. When she realised, anger would sweep through her, clearing some of the fog; she was struggling to think as clearly as usual, and she knew exactly whom to blame.

The next few days were torture, as she found herself without her usual work with which to stay busy; all she had was the book Tarquin gave her, and fascinating as it was, it didn’t help settle her unease at not being with her crew.

And it didn’t stop her from wondering when, or if, he was in her mind.

So she fought back, running through combat training sessions in her mind, or changes to the UT, or reciting the alien languages she knew as she read.

Then she found the graves.

************************************************************************

“Do you really expect me to spend the rest of my life on a desolate world with someone I have known for less than two days?” The frustration at his sheer determination not to understand was grating at her.

“The others had similar doubts, but over time they came to appreciate what I had to offer them. No one will ever understand you the way I can.” How dared he! Rage funnelled through her. He had no idea who could and could not understand her, or how important her friends - her Enterprise family - were to her.

“I am grateful for your help and I'm happy to stay here while you work, but I have no intention of becoming your next companion!”

He dared - dared - appear to her in his human guise, and try to gaslight her? For all his rummaging around in her mind, he had no idea who she was, did he? And he refused to see that his every attempt at manipulation was only making her angrier, more determined to leave. He was fixated only on what he wanted, not her wishes.

Tarquin thought he was the only one who could understand her? Then he truly had no clue, had not looked deeply enough into her interactions with her colleagues and friends.

He had no idea that there was one person on board the ship with whom she’d developed a bond born of understanding each other, having grown up in different types of isolation, in ways the others didn’t or couldn’t. That the standoffish security chief could commiserate with her without saying a word, and that suited her just fine; he used his words with Trip, but she didn’t need them. That she and Malcolm understood each other so well that they could have silent conversations just with their eyebrows.

Malcolm was gentler than his occupation might suggest, committed to duty, carrying an incredible amount of baggage, but kind, encouraging, and totally committed to his job. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t see herself in him sometimes. And that was another thing Tarquin didn’t understand.

************************************************************************

Every hour since they had left Hoshi on that benighted planet had felt like a day; every day had felt like a week. Malcolm was struggling not to think about what might be happening, and focus on the mission instead. He knew it was what she’d have wanted.

But they were approaching the planet now, and soon she would be back with them. With her family.

Then the lights went out, and so did his console. Even the view-screen went dark.

Hoshi.

************************************************************************

Once again rage channelled through her, this time with fear - fear that he might hurt them, hurt her family. And she swore if he did, she would hurt him. No matter what she had to do, she would make him pay.

Tarquin wasn’t quite gloating, but he certainly seemed triumphant. She’d bet Malcolm would have had something to say about that.

Malcolm! What would Malcolm do?

She grabbed the egg, and watched Tarquin fall to pieces. Her determination and anger finally made it through.

Far above, unseen, Enterprise came back online.

************************************************************************

The shuttlepod made its way through the atmosphere and Malcolm set down at the same spot as before. Hoshi was outside, holding something white that sparkled. He walked up to her and said her name, and she spun around.

The smile that blossomed on her face when she saw him and the shuttlepod took his breath away. It had been too long since he’d seen that smile. He would do anything to keep that smile safe.

Anything.

************************************************************************

He sternly shut away the little ache in his chest when she told how mention of Travis had helped her realise that she was still being manipulated. All that mattered was that she was free, she was home, she was here.

Then she turned to him, and with a mischievous look, told him that when the chips were down, she’d asked herself one question: What would Malcolm do?

His heart seemed to grow three sizes. He tried to contain the sudden burst of joy he felt, tamp it down behind his shields, but she looked at him. She saw him. 

And that smile returned.

[self-destructinganimal]

Masterlist: Rings of Power

One Shots: To Take Beauty Within Your Hand Adar contemplates beauty. A Song in the Darkness Gil-galad and Elrond face the end (Siege of Eregion/Last Alliance). The Tree that Bends Durin and Elrond reunite after the Fall of Eregion. The Fall and Forgiveness A take on Elrond's leap off the waterfall.

Familiar Shoulders, Side by Side Galadriel and Elrond comfort one another after the fall of Eregion.

In Lieu of Flowers Galadriel remembers her husband Celeborn, and searches for Sauron

Multi-Chap: That Which is Most Dear Long fic in which the elves get to mourn Celebrimbor, Sauron and Elrond clash, and copious amounts of Silmarillion references are included. Elrond & Gil-galad centric, angst and grief and some whump

Vignettes: The Lord of Gifts A Silversmithing vignette (Celebrimbor chastises himself)

Silmarillion

Ficlets: Elrond/Celebrían First Meeting headcanon #1 Celebrían tells Elrond about the twins

[notacatdown]

Miaomiao's original response to the marquis's confession in ep 18 and her romantic advice to Mu Yao from the script

I saw a douban post that Miaomiao's response to the marquis's confession is different in the original drama script and there's a missing scene in ep 17. 

https://www.douban.com/group/topic/317301508

What happened in the drama:

Marquis: Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.

Miaomiao: No, I'm not. I overreacted. Please don't take offense.

Marquis: No need to apologize, Miss Lin. It's my fault. Please don't be mad.

Miaomiao: No, no, I'm not angry. I wasn't prepared to see that. It wasn't what I thought. I'm not mad. I... umm... This is the first time someone confessed to me. It was too grand. It was a bit too much.

And so on until Miaomiao rejects the wooden bracelet.

18-20 Shengjing's Tuanyuan Inn's Corner A, Daytime

Bolded the parts that were changed.

Ling Miaomiao and Zhao Ruoshi stood in an empty corner. Zhao Ruoshi hanged his head.

Zhao Ruoshi: I'm sorry, Miss Lin, I really didn't know this… would make you angry. 

Ling Miaomiao: Actually… It's not a big deal. I overreacted a bit. Don't mind it.

Zhao Ruoshi: No, no, I'm sorry for offending you, Miss Lin. I was wrong.

Ling Miaomiao: (Sincerely) It's not the act itself. If the same thing was done by someone I like, then it would be romantic and joyful. When it's done by someone I don't have feelings for, it's superfluous, even annoying. In the past, when you do these things without asking the other party and make such a big deal, have you ever asked the other party how that makes them feel?

Zhao Ruoshi: You're the first person to tell me this. Just like you're the first person to tell me I should frankly reject my cousin if I don't like her. That I have to bravely face my feelings. Miss Lin, thank you, then… Can you give me another chance?

Ling Miaomiao: I can't. I already have someone I like.

Zhao Ruoshi: (Not giving up) Not me…?

Ling Miaomiao gently shook her head.

Ling Miaomiao: The person I like isn't born into a noble family like you. His family isn't as rich as yours. His personality isn't as easygoing as yours. His words aren't as gentle and sweet as yours. And it might… not even work out between us. At first, it was because of that objective that I tried to get close to him and get him to like me. But… recently, I discovered that every second, every moment, my mood will be affected by him. I care if he's happy or not… I've fallen for him.

Zhao Ruoshi's heart sank to the bottom, and his eyes turned red.

Ling Miaomiao: Little marquis, I'm sorry. You did all that for nothing.

Zhao Ruoshi: I'm the one that should say sorry. I bothered you. Miss Lin, take care.

Zhao Ruoshi slowly turned to leave. He suddenly thought of something and took out a wooden box from his sleeve.

Zhao Ruoshi: This is neither gold nor jade. It's just an old item in my home. It's worthless. Miss Lin, will you accept it?

Leave a memento?

Ling Miaomiao thought it over and nodded.

Ling Miaomiao: Okay, thank you.

Ling Miaomiao accepts the wooden bracelet.

Zhao Ruoshi: I wish you and your loved one a happy and harmonious marriage

Zhao Ruoshi ??? to Ling Miaomiao and left with loss. (I'm not sure how "捐" fits in here, so I left it as question mark. The sentence in Chinese is"赵若失向凌妙妙长长一捐,赔然离去.")

Ling Miaomiao watched as he walked away. The wooden bracelet on her wrist flashed an imperceptible light. At this moment, the charm on the wooden bracelet took effect. Ling Miaomiao's expression suddenly became empty and calm. She looked at Zhao Ruoshi's back with adoration. 

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Bonus: In the script, Miaomiao gets Mu Sheng to come along while she tries to bring Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi together at the beginning ep 17. He is the opposite of helpful in this endeavor. He follows along and listens as Miaomiao tells Mu Yao, how do you tell if a guy likes you and he starts realizing. Skipping these parts (last part of ep 16, 17-1, and 17-2). Going straight to the end of their conversation.

17-3 Shengjing Resting Pavillion/Tea Stall Daytime Outside

Mu Yao: (whispers) Miaomiao, I understand your good intentions, but my burden is too heavy. My personality is too steady and not interesting. I seldom smile. Who would like someone like me, who isn't lighthearted? Being with me brings little happiness and a lot of trouble.

Ling Miaomiao: (whispers) Big Sister Mu, you're so pretty. When a person likes you, it isn't because of how perfect you are or how trouble-free you are. He won't be afraid that being with you will bring him trouble. Even if he has to face his greatest fear or the most troublesome matter, he won't back down even if it means risking his life as long as he can protect you. A person that likes you, he wants to be your hero.

On the side, Mu Sheng was surreptitiously listening.

Mu Sheng's heart was shaken. He looked at Ling Miaomiao, who was busy talking to Mu Yao. Her every word and every move was so cute.

He abruptly stopped and slipped away from the group.

(Note: This is the moment when Mu Sheng clearly realizes that he likes Ling Miaomiao.)

Mu Yao: Miaomiao, how do you know so much about these things?

Ling Miaomiao: (laughs) All single people have a lot of theoretical knowledge. Although I'm not good at it when it comes to my own relationship, I'm very reliable when it comes to helping others analyze.

After a moment, Ling Miaomiao turned around and discovered that Mu Sheng was gone. She looked around in the sea of people.

Ling Miaomiao: Ziqi?

Liu Fuyi: He dislikes idly strolling around even more than me. He probably went back.

A slight sense of loss arose in Ling Miaomiao's heart.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from not far behind them.

Pei Yun: Young Master Liu? What a coincidence?

—

I prefer Miaomiao's response in the script over what we saw in the drama. It felt more like Miaomiao to me. I also prefer the script for ep 18 over what we saw in the drama. Gave more insight to Mu Sheng's decisions and shows Miaomiao overcoming the bracelet for a moment. Was so promising.

Some context for Mu Yao's feelings. In the novel, she has these passing thoughts. Should she change herself to be more like Miaomiao, who is so cheerful and extroverted. As she becomes friends with Miaomiao, those thoughts disappear. She likes herself as is. In the final story arc, she watches Miaomiao and Liu Fuyi's goofy antics with fond exasperation. She's at peace with herself. Liu Fuyi is like a golden retriever that everyone (men and women) want to pat in the novel. He's very sociable.

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List of translations for Douyin and other stuff - Love Game in Eastern Fantasy

[young-royals-confessions]

Big scene missing:

Any scene of an adult (or student..) other than Anette Lilja saying that they need to find out why/how/who made the recording.

🤳

[jerzwriter]

ONE scene with Nyla telling Lila about her sibling-to-be would have been nice. Wasted opportunity.

[notasapleasure]

The art of disentangling himself from another's bed without waking them is much the same as the art of stealing a laser guarded treasure from an Imperial stronghold, and Cassian is well-practised at both. Still hazy with sleep, he slips out from under Brasso's arm and crawls out of the top of the bed, over the pillow and past the night stand.

He stands by the bed for a moment, scratching the stubble on his throat and blinking gummy eyes at the room. The previous night comes back to him in pleasurable snapshots as he yawns again, but as it does so does the customary feeling of unease, the sense of being hunted.

Last night the guilt had gone, but this morning it's back with reinforcements. It's guilt about Nemik, about the drunken Corpos - who were assholes, but he didn't mean to kill them - about Maarva and Bix and Timm, even. About using Brasso like this - again - to temporarily silence his own relentless mind.

He starts to glance back to the bed apologetically and catches himself, turns away and stalks into the 'fresher to retrieve his clothes.

I have a full draft babes!!

If I get the gardening and the cleaning and the cooking done I may even have time to edit and post today...

[illiterateaffairs]

DISTRACTIONS SCENE BETWEEN | LET’S JUST PLAY PRETEND

pairing: jamie tartt x f!reader (ted lasso)

rating: T

word count: 1,403

summary: you and jamie bond over board games. takes place between chapters four and five of distractions.

A/N: missing scene number two is here! and happy ted finale day :( everyone please feel free to message me about the show after you watch. have a feeling we’re going to need to cope together <3 distractions official next chapter will be out friday for us all to disassociate with and keep the show alive! when distractions the series becomes our distraction >>>>>

distractions masterlist

When you asked Jamie to grab a sweatshirt from your closet, there were a million things he could have fixated on. 

He could have teased you for your Grey’s Anatomy Grey Sloan Memorial tee-shirt. 

He also could have questioned why you had hoarded a few of his own pieces of clothing - you were thankful he didn’t notice those. 

If he really snooped around, he could have also found old journals full of short stories, poems, and notes you had jotted down once upon a time. 

But no, what he found the most exciting you would have never expected. 

After hearing some suspicious shifting, followed by a thump and quiet yelp, Jamie called out to you. 

“You have Monopoly?” 

You barely processed what he said as he bounded back into the living room and enthusiastically showed off the board game. 

“Oh, yeah?” you looked up from the couch with eyes pinched in confusion. 

“We have to play,” he declared, already moving things off of your coffee table to make room. 

“I thought we were going to order dinner?” you asked, though an amused smile played at your lips. 

Jamie shrugged, as he knelt down on the floor and started taking out the game components, “We could just have some snacks while we play? Whatever you have here is probably good.” After a second, he paused and looked up at you with big eyes, “Unless you don’t want to play, because we don’t have to.”

“No!” you’re quick to console, and you’re not even sure why, “No, let’s play! I can throw some sort of appetizer in the oven and grab chips. Let's do it.” 

“Cool,” Jamie smiled. You got up as he sorted the Monopoly money before dropping it suddenly, “Shit.”

From the kitchen doorway, you curiously watched him jump over your couch and jog back to your room, only to return moments later with the sweatshirt you originally asked for.

“M’lady,” he mock-bowed and presented it to you.

You snorted but thanked him appreciatively.

Forty-five minutes later, you were knee deep in a game of Monopoly, and even deeper in the bag of Pizza Rolls you’d smuggled over from America. While it wasn’t uncommon for you and Jamie to hang out fully-clothed as of late, this night felt different. It felt casual. Simple. Domestic. And none of it was doing anything to help those pesky little feelings you were starting to develop for him.

Jamie had put on music while the two of you waited for the Pizza Rolls to heat up, and you two sang horribly off-key to Alanis Morrissette. And then when you two sat down to play the game, Jamie made himself right at home on the floor. He immediately called playing as the Car piece, and you happily chose the Thimble. He also explained that in the U.K. they have a London version of the game, so he was excited to play with the American version. 

You played peacefully, intermittently exchanging little pieces of small-talk. Though, it was hard to concentrate since you found how much he enjoyed the game so adorably endearing. 

“I’ve got to say, I would have never seen you as a board game kind of guy,” you eventually mused aloud. 

You noticed a slight redness in Jamie’s cheeks, as he looked thoughtfully at the Monopoly board instead of at you. 

“Dunno,” he shrugged, “I find them comforting I guess. My mum and I used to play stuff like Monopoly and Clue all the time when I was a kid.”

You smiled at this little nugget of information about his childhood. “I feel the same way. My dads are board game fiends. We’d have family game night every Friday.”

Jamie’s brow quirked and he looked back over to you. “Dads?”

You nodded, “Mhmm. Two dads. They adopted me when I was a kid. In fact, as a welcome home gift, they actually bought me Monopoly, but it was the Disney Princess version. They upgraded me to this one when I went off to college.”

Jamie smiled, “That’s nice. What do they think of you being all the way over here? They’re in Chicago, right?”

You bit your cheek a little. Telling him you’re actually from Kansas, just like Ted, might be a little too specific to pull off as a coincidence. Instead of lying, you bypassed the question all together, and focused on his first.

“I think they’re happy I’m trying something new, and that I’m doing something for myself. They don’t know most of the story about why Mason and I broke up because I do not need them to worry, but I think they know it's better that we’re not together. I think they probably wish I lived closer, but if I’m happy they’re happy.”

“And are you?” Jamie asked softly, “Happy, I mean?”

You thought about it for a second, but it wasn’t a hard thing to answer. You had never been surrounded by more loving and kind people, and never had a job this exciting. You’re also reluctant to admit that you’ve never been around a boy who makes your stomach flip like Jamie does, but it was true.

“Yes,” you finally said, “I’m very happy here.”

Jamie nodded, his own small smile forming. 

“I think part of me feels guilty though,” you found yourself admitting, “The whole time I was in Chicago, I hardly saw them. I spent a lot of Christmases and Thanksgivings with Mason and his family, because he insisted. I’d make time for them occasionally on my own, but it was hard with my old job. I didn’t really think about being even further away after taking this job. And leave it to them to be more than understanding, and volunteer to come here next time they have the chance. I feel like I don’t deserve them.”

Jamie shook his head, “Don’t say that. Your dads clearly love you. And you definitely deserve it.” He sighed lightly before continuing, “I think it's nice they’re so supportive. My dad…he’s not…”

As you watched Jamie struggle to articulate his thoughts, you didn’t hesitate to take his hand in yours and give it a squeeze. It wasn’t the first time he’d made reference to his dad, but it was usually a sarcastic comment, nothing of depth.

“Jamie,” you interrupted softly, “You don’t have to talk about him if you don’t want to.”

“I know,” he nodded, staring at your intertwined fingers, “He’s just…not the best person. It’s a long story, but we haven’t really talked in almost a year now. And I feel guilty about that sometimes, myself, but I think it's probably for the best. At least for now. But your dads sound amazing, and they’re probably so proud of you for coming out here and trying something new. So I wouldn’t worry about letting them down. I mean, I can’t see how you’d let anyone down, so…” He trailed off quietly.

You smiled and gave his hand an extra tight squeeze. “Thank you, Jamie. And even though you never have to, you can always talk to me about anything with your dad if you ever need to,” he nods, still staring at your hands, “...and I’m sorry if talking about my dads made you feel uncomfortable, I don’t..”

“No, no.” Jamie quickly reassured, turning to face you again, “I promise you, it didn’t. I liked hearing about your dads. Like I said, they seem great.” He gave you another small smile, before continuing, “Maybe we can start doing something like Friday Game Nights? I feel like the team would love it. Beard and Ted too, and we can drag Roy along. I’d pay money to see that guy play charades.”

You giggled. You also tried not to show how touched you were at the offer. Images of Ted at family game nights growing up flash through your head, and you’re sure he’d love a piece of home here, too. 

“I think that sounds perfect.” You gave his hand one last squeeze before reluctantly pulling away, and picking up the dice, “Alright, my turn right?”

Jamie nodded and shook off any remaining anxious energy. As you took your turn, Jamie cleared his throat, “I also saw Jenga in your closet, can we play that next?”

You laughed, “If you’re okay seeing me lose my shit every time I inevitably knock everything over, then sure.”

Jamie grins, “I can’t wait.”

A/N: let me know what missing scenes you’d like to see next! and don’t hesitate to let me know how y’all are doing after watching ted!!!

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[entropic-saudade]

Happy ten years to Angel Heart, an underrated episode from the Carver era.

Have you ever wanted to see what it looked like when Cas "got [Claire's gift] at the Hot Topical"? Ever wondered what was going on in Dean's head as he and Cas entered the motel room, and Dean's hand trailed down Cas' back?

Here's the fic for you!

Title: Be the Mall

Rating: M

Tags: Canon Compliant, mutual pining, repression, MOC!Dean, Claire as a Dean mirror, Hot Topic, photo booths, "buddy" as a secret term of endearment, precursor to The Mix Tape, precursor to "It's a gift. You keep those."

Summary:

The American mall is dying. 

So is Dean, just a little, as he accompanies Cas to find the perfect birthday gift for Claire and tries to figure out if what’s simmering under his skin is an effect of the Mark or something else entirely. 

AKA missing scenes from Angel Heart.

Excerpt:

Cas was oblivious that they were standing in a corpse. 

He probably had nothing to compare this place to beyond whatever movies he’d seen—Mallrats, maybe, if he kept up with Dean’s “movies directed by American directors sorted alphabetically” list and had hit the Kevin Smith section. It was all still so new to him.

What a sight. An angel of the lord, in the middle of a mall. He once led armies, and now he was bent over a directory with that endearing, tilted head, confused puppy look on his face that made Dean want to devour him whole help him. 

Dean hadn’t been able to turn him down. He’d been so earnest in asking.