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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

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

#jonsa #jonsa fic #s6 aus #missing scenes #show verse #apologies to all the beautiful gifsets and art I couldn't include this time #i forgot there was a limit on links!#dot fic list

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illiterateaffairs · 11 months

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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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#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x f!reader #jamie tartt x female reader #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #mine #distractions series #distractions scene between #missing scenes

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lemonluvgirl · 11 months

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Peeta Getting Relationship Advice from the other Victors

(After the infamous elevator scene in Catching Fire)

Peeta: I meant it as a compliment you know? I even said she was perfect! Perfect for me! And she still won’t talk to me! We’re going back into the arena in like two days! What the hell am I supposed to do to fix this?

Johanna: There’s nothing to fix. You’ve got her right where you want her. Actually you could lean harder into the whole thing. I could sit in your lap at breakfast if it would help.

Peeta: *(silently flabbergasted)*

Finnick: *laughs hysterically at the stunned face Peeta is making, and slings an arm over his shoulder* If you listen to Jo, you’ll be in the dog house for the rest of your life. Maybe even after it, too.

Johanna: *snickers* Whatever bitches. Go ahead and waste your night moaning about your pathetic love lives. I’m gonna go steal Enobaria’s retainer. Bye!!!!! *walks out while giving the two of them a sarcastic three finger mockingjay salute*

Finnick: *waves Johanna off before returning his attention to Peeta* Now, Peeta, I’m going to give you the same advice I’d give myself if I were in your position. It’s fool proof. Works every time. You cannot go wrong with this.

Peeta: *nods head vigorously, and looks at Finnick expectantly*

Finnick: *takes a deep breath and pauses for dramatic effect* So, here it is. The secret to getting back on your finace’s good side. When in doubt, eat her out.

Peeta: ...............

Peeta: *thinking about all the platonic bed sharing, kissing, and whatnot he’s been subjected to for the past year with Katniss that never lead to anything more*

Peeta: What else you got?

Finnick: Well, you could always just blow your previous fuck up out of the water with an even bigger one. Just make it stupid and romantic and she’ll have to forgive you.

#And that's how the baby bomb was born #at least #in my head canon #catching fire #incorrect quotes #thg incorrect quotes #missing scenes #guy talk part 5 #peeta and finnick are best friends

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rwrbficrecs · 11 months

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Literally just finished RWRB last week and your blog pops up in my recommended like magic, perfect timing! I know you're still under construction so no pressure to answer this until you have the time. But having just finished the book I'm craving a lot of canon-compliant fics and would love any recs. In particular I've been desperate for canon-compliant Henry POV retellings of any canon book scenes (or book scenes that are "missing" or have mentioned to have occurred etc.) Much thanks and am looking forward to all the lists your blog puts out 💛 Cheers!

Hi, welcome to the fandom !! 🥰 Thanks for the request, I had a lot of fun putting this list together!

I might have gotten a bit carried away … but I hope you enjoy the recs! Let me know if you need any more :)

Pre RWRB canon: The Promise by 14carrotgold [June POV] i don’t just know you (i’ve grown like that too) by pagetopage [Alex & Henry POV]

Missing Scenes: All these fics by studiojude Interruptions by TheLionessRoyal (Explicit) [Alex POV] call me baby by indomitablelove (Explicit) [Henry POV] she knew me (he sees me) by indomitablelove [Henry POV] I didn't know by clottedcreamfudge (Explicit) [Henry POV] Cognac and Malaise by M0ssPiglet [Henry POV] Is this is Flirting? by M0ssPiglet [Henry POV] sink beneath the waves by indomitablelove [Henry POV - Lakehouse Scene] Lifelines by indomitablelove [Multiple POV - Email leak]

Post RWRB Canon: The B Was Never Silent by indomitablelove i bathed in the light you gave (it’s dark in another way) by pagetopage [Henry POV - sort of post canon but it’s a missing scene kind of mentioned in the bonus chapter] The Impossible by toffrox [Henry POV]

Other: love dares you, to change our way of caring about ourselves by kapplebougher [Henry’s POV the morning after The Great Claremont-Diaz Ambush at Kensington Palace] The Total Agony of Being in Love by xslytherclawx [Henry POV of Alex’s Selfies/Turkey Scene] tread softly (because you tread on my dreams) by helenblqckthorn [Henry POV of the red room scene] safe with me by indomitablelove [Pez POV] washing machine heart by pissedofsandwich [Henry POV] The Whole Bloody Time by pawprints_on_the_moon & slytherinnbitch [Canon retelling - Henry POV] It was always gonna be you by DemonPoxHerondale [Henry POV] Competent Guardians of Horny Little Miscreants by M0ssPiglet [Amy POV]

#canon compliant #rwrbficrecs #Henry POV #firstprince #firstprinceficrecs #rwrb #red white and royal blue #missing scenes #rec request

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makeitastrength · 2 months

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The spaces in between

#18: The backstory behind the items on the bulletin board in Lucy's bedroom

Lucy is drained and frustrated and a whole host of other things she hasn’t even had a chance to make sense of yet when she walks into the station upon her return from Seattle. She makes her way across the bullpen toward the locker rooms, her frayed emotions and exhausted mind still wrapped up in the hunt for Rosalind and her tired eyes unable to focus on anything in particular. She doesn't know how long it's been since she’s slept, or even what day or time it is anymore.

So at first, she doesn’t even really register what she’s seeing. But upon closer inspection, she realizes the station is plastered with dozens of wanted posters of a mostly naked Tim Bradford. Otherwise known as Officer Cop-cake, apparently.

Which… what?

She’s obviously even more exhausted than she realized, her sleep-addled brain conjuring up ridiculous images from the deepest recesses of her mind.

“Everything okay?”

Lucy startles at the sudden voice behind her, whirls around to find Aaron arriving for his shift.

She shakes her head, as though it will make the pieces of this very bizarre puzzle slot into place. “What did I miss?”

“Oh that,” he says offhandedly, as if it had been just another day at the station in her absence. “Teenage catfish. He didn’t get the message the first time we tracked him down.”

And the thing is, in any other situation Lucy would be laughing her ass off and then running off in search of Tim so she could tease him relentlessly. But right now it all just feels like salt in the wound. Because she knows Tim is hot. She’s always known that. Even when he was an asshole she found him attractive which, at the time, just made her hate him even more. It’s always been there, simmering beneath the surface.

Now, though, the posters just serve as a reminder of everything she’s lost.

Read the rest on AO3

#chenford #chenford fanfic #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #the spaces in between #missing scenes #sort of

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highfunctioningflailgirl · 2 months

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In my Damage Control series, the next one coming up is 2x01 In My Time Of Dying. There are several missing scenes in that episode that I could write. Help me decide which one!

(Spoilers for Spn 2x01!)

#supernatural #spn #fanfic #fan fiction #my writing #the damage control series #dean winchester #sam winchester #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #missing scenes

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alphaboyd · 1 year

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missing scenes i deserved: nolan’s beast trauma

#teen wolf #teenwolfedit #twedit #nolan holloway #mine #new series baby!!!!#missing scenes #4ever bitter aout this #about*#like thank u future scream king froy 4 putting ur whole coochie in this implied nightmare scene #but why didnt i get to see it!!!#this is the show that LOVES to reuse footage and have flashbacks and connect things throughout the seasons!!!#this took me like 15 mins n ur telling me the editors couldn't do the same #ok #anyways #my boy <3

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chameleonjoy · 3 months

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“…but not really?”

Alex Rider Season 2 deleted scenes 🤭

#alex rider #otto farrant #Alex rider season 2 #Alex rider in therapy #yassen gregorovich #Thomas levin #deleted scenes #missing scenes #Alex rider tv #season 3 soon?#leave poor Alex alone

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darkness-holds-eternal-light · 2 months

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Why is there so little 'Mulder protects/ saves Scully'-fanfiction, much less good ones!? I'm so tired of seeing pages upon pages of senseless smut-stories, I don't wanna read them! Why is there not pages upon pages of cool alternative episode stories or missing scenes!?!?? Why is the focus constantly on the snogging and the making out, this is exceedingly boring 90% of the time.

I can't understand why there aren't more people feeling the need to read something good about episodes like "The List" or "Detour" or "Gender Bender"??? There is so much space and potential to fill some missing scenes or take an interesting and different road plot-wise and explore that. I can't imagine I'm the only one who would love to read things like these. At least there are some nice Amish-Xfiles-fanfictions out there, that I personally like.

#personal #the x files #dana scully #fox mulder #fanfiction #Fandom #Amish #Detour #gender bender #The list #Missing scenes

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staying-elive · 7 months

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I'd rewrite a lot about the FATWS Madripoor scenes if I could. Just make it more... (but also remove the phone thing because I can't watch that without cringing. (There's no way Sam wouldn't've silenced his phone. Or even taken it with him.) )

But what if there was a bigger fight scene before they make it out to the streets? A little more danger, a little more Sam and Bucky covering each other... protecting each other... one pulling the other out of the line of fire. A couple more scrapes... maybe a bullet graze or something that's not as serious as it first looks. (Because panic leads to angst and unspoken feelings getting a little too close to the surface. Y'know)

We could've had such tender little 'tending to each other's wounds' scene back at Sharon's. Could've excused it as a 'call it a mission debrief' thing since we know they don't go past mutual 'You good?'s at that point.

It would've been so easy to slip in and have it still be platonic (or definitely not lol) and fit into the episode smoothly, canon compliant(ish). Sam and Bucky definitely needed an extra conversation at that point with no third parties interfering (like Zemo or Walker or Raynor).

I admit this is mainly because I'm just a sucker for the 'tenderly patching up each other's wounds' trope. Sue me. 😅🤣🥰

#tfatws #missing scenes #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #i really wish i could write fics but all my headcanons link together so i'd never finish anything i could conceivably post #how do y'all do it!? 😅😭

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illiterateaffairs · 11 months

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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 >>>>>

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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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