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The Holy Grail of Sam Wilson Fanfic Recs

A list of recommended Sam-positive fanfics and authors by @lunaaltare and @unclesteeb. For more information on how this list was created, click here. 

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Thank you to everyone who contributed to this list in any way!! HAPPY READING!

Holy Grail of Sam FanFic Recs And Authors:

Dreadnought by lunaaltare [Sam/Steve/Bucky, 60k, Explicit]

It’s 2015. So when a Nazi organization bags and kidnaps a bisexual black man to be their next asset, he guesses they’re trying their hand at this whole progressive thing, too. 

Make Me Your Home by Unclesteeb [Sam/Steve, 3k, Teen]

Sometimes, things need more than dusting and cleaning. Sometimes, things just require a lot of hard work.

When There’s Rain Showers by AmarieMelody [Sam/Bucky, 12k, Explicit]

In which Sam and Bucky are married and have a certain code language.

Humor, fluff, more humor, and gratuitous smut at the end.

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Scars are okay

Relationship: Andrew Minyard/Neil Josten

Prompt: “Let’s have a baby.”

“Let’s have a baby.” Neil inquires, not moving daring to look at Andrew as he takes another drag from his cigarette. When Andrew says nothing to shoot down his idea, Neil continues. “We are making enough money to support one and there are thousands of children out there who needs parents.”

Andrew continues his silence for a few moments. Only moving to release a breath of smoke. Neil lets him process, watching as the clouds drift on a breeze that ruffles Andrew’s hair.

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(A/N): I wanted to write something angsty. I usually write fluffy or neutral things (smut included - but NOT NOW) because nothing nice to me ever happened to me (especially when it comes to love and all that jazz). I read so many angsty stories that I just decided to write something angsty but, you know, the ending is just the way I like. Anyway, let me know what you think, enjoy and sorry for mistakes! Love. x

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: First summer weekend/vacation with the team didn’t go as pleasantly as they wanted. Who knew Bucky could be such a douche toward a girl who loved him. (This is the worst summary ever.)

Warning: ANGST, so many feels, language

Words: 6600+


Originally posted by allthisherostuff


She had only one condition – picking the music while they’ll be spending the weekend at Tony’s mansion where he had a massive pool. (Y/N) wasn’t a fan of bikinis, swimsuits and all that jazz that were related to summer activities.  As the only person, she wanted to stay in the Tower alone with books, peace, and quiet. At least she wouldn’t be looking at the man she was head over heels for several long months.

Ever since Barnes got over the Winter Soldier period and realized he’s not a bad person, he became a mean, teasing man who would flirt with any woman that got near him. The girls couldn’t believe how his behavior changed one day and as Steve said, the old Buck was back and he was even worse than the old him. It was good he got through the Winter Soldier phase but he forgot one important thing – it was (Y/N) who helped him with his nightmares, helped him overcome all the issues and negativity that was in him. After all, she did for the brunet, he repaid her by ignoring her once a party had started.

It was Friday morning when Nat came to (Y/N)’s room in Tony’s mansion. She sat on the edge of the bed next to the sleeping woman and brushed her hair with the long digits. “(Y/N), wake up, breakfast is ready,” she tried to wake the girl up with a positive voice and a smile on her face. “We have banana pancakes your favorite.” Natasha was like an older sister (Y/N) never had. “Come on, you can’t stay in here until the end of the short vacation.” 

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Sober (Part Nine)

Genre: Angst

Characters: Kwon Jiyong (G-Dragon), Song Mino 

Word Count: 5,560 

Part One I Part Eight I Part Ten

Originally posted by winnerbutts

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A world built from Chaos  Prologue:

Author’s Note: I promise this will get better! It was so hard to think of how to start it, I’ve rewritten this thing soooooo many times! I and @senpaiweird created the picture it deleted… twice! It didn’t want me to write this! XD

Note: Just maybe slight sadness? 

Pairing: Mother Nature!Reader x Deadly Sins!Avengers

Summary: Mother Nature was beauty and hope that spread her love to the people of the Earth. Sadly with Seven Sins who are destroying everything she’s sot to protect, (Y/N) refuses to sit by and allow her home to be destroyed. She isn’t happy.

Prologue: {Mother Nature}

Once there was darkness, quiet and piercing. Pitch black with no sites to be seen and nothing to be heard. Then there was a loud band that broke the soundless barrier and with that light flooded throughout the darkness. And from that small light formed galaxies, the galaxies formed the solar systems. Stars, planets, moons and suns all formed through the vast space with millions upon billions of creations. In the galaxies there was one known as The Via Lactea, or The Road of Milk, within that solar system nine planets formed around a sun. And in those nine planets there was one planet, third away from the sun started the creation of civilization. On this small rock, water flowed, grass and trees grew and animals grazed throughout the land.

Then from the depths of the darkness seven deadly sins were spawned from the hatred and evilness that plagued the people of this new world. Pride, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Sloth, and Wrath stood at the top of civilization as kings on the new land called Pangaea. Now in the early years the supercontinent began to divide apart and after its division each sin conquered one of the seven continents and took control of one the people who inhabited it. From their chaos that infected the land there was disease, death, and destruction was conceived. The land and people were die and there was nothing anyone could do and that is when the hope for the Earth, the light in the darkness, the beauty through the pain that the world faced was devised.

A young woman who had been made from the purest water, the cleanest earth, and the quietest winds. She was named mother nature, but her name to the simple people of this modern era was (Y/N). They would rejoice in her presence, and throw feasts in her honor for she was something to be celebrated. She took care of the land, along with the people because she provided the resources they needed to survive. Her breath was the wind that blows and the rain was the tears she cried for she was the Earth itself. (Y/N) would only make an appearance every now and then for she saw no reason to travel to the surface until the sins began to wreak havoc once more on, not only the people, but themselves, along with the poor planet as well.

There was a tree in the Amazon rainforest that grew white leaves and this willow tree was named the tree of Life. For within the light bark, Mother Nature laid inside, resting and waiting for a time when she would be needed. Due to the recent stir through the Earth she was forced to take action or be forced to lose what she was created to protect. The bark of the willow tree slowly peeled open and out stepped Mother Nature, wrapped within her vines. Her facial held anger while darkness swirling in her heart and the wrath of seven suns. Her people, her land, her home was being condemned through their actions, through their bitterness towards the others. She glanced around the horizon, her once beautiful forest was cut down and it hurt.

There was physical pain drilling through her body at the sight around her. She could feel the pain of the trees, of the ruined forest as they cried for help. She walked over to the first tree she had grown aside from the tree of life seeing it cut down. They were like her children and to see them in such a state caused her to grieve for them. She fell to her knees and gently touched the dying wood as she growled from angry before images of it being cut down flooded her thoughts. “No… I… I’m sorry.” She whispered laying her head down onto the stump. “I did not protect you.” She spoke softly as tears dripped onto the wood, staining it in her sorrows. She wanted to know who was harming her trees, her children, herself. She stood up wiping her tears away in anger.

Storm clouds formed above her as disgust bubbled through her chest when she heard rustling through the bushes. She glanced back to see an elderly woman down in the soil. (Y/N) stormed towards her, ready to demand what has happened to the forest when she stopped seeing the woman place a small sapling down into the dirt where it belonged. She froze in place when the elderly woman glanced back, her eyes a milky blue. “Hello? Is someone there?” She asked. “Yes, It is me.” (Y/N) responded with a smooth voice that caused the woman to relax. “Who are you young lady?” She asked when (Y/N) chuckled. “I haven’t been young in a very long time.” She whispered before walking over to the elderly woman. “Really? You sound beautiful.” She smiled.

“Thank you, I am Mother Nature… I see you are helping resort my land.” (Y/N) placed her hands over the elderly woman who looked to her in surprise. “You… You have returned.” She whispered in disbelief. “I have.” She said before she laid both of their hands onto the sapling and she watched as it grew to full height. “Who is taking away my beautiful children?” (Y/N) asked. “He is the king of this land. He takes what he wants. It does not matter who or what gets hurt.” The elderly woman explain brushing back her silver hair with her wrinkly tanned hand. “Does this king have a name?” She asked when the woman nods. “Anthony Stark. The king of South America.” She said as (Y/N) growled standing up from the tree. “Lust.” She murmured softly.

“What?” The elderly woman tilted her head. “Nothing, thank you for your help and thank you for restoring my home. Tell me your name.” (Y/N) whispered. “Rosalina.” She said when (Y/N) smiles. “Thank you Rosalina, I shall not forget you.” She whispered she turned towards the cut down trees. “I must take back my Earth.” She said as Rosalina smiles. “We have been waiting for you to come home.” Rosalina whispered. “We have prayed for you and they have been answered!” She exclaims in happiness when (Y/N) looks back. “They have been answered.” She agreed. “I’m sorry that we have not been taking care of your home.” Rosalina spoke with her hands clasped together when (Y/N) smiled softly. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” She said and with that being said she left to find the king.

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Burning Bright [NSFW]

Fandom: Akatsuki no Yona
Ship: HakYona
Rating: Explicit
Notes: Precanon. Yona has some particular dreams for the first time. They do not involve the “correct” person
Hey check it out they’re not fucking in closets this time. 

Peach blossoms float lazily on the wind as Yona lies in a clearing in the orchard, their soft scent wafting around her. The grass is soft and the sun’s rays are gentle on her skin as they peek between branches and through leaves, bathing her in a calming warmth.

She lets her eyes fall closed even as she listens to the sound of familiar footsteps approaching, coming to a stop beside her as their owner joins the young woman in her little piece of heaven.

Fingers brush her long hair, splayed around her head like a fiery halo, and Yona can’t help the little smile that cracks her lips. She can feel the other person shift beside her, moving to brace them self over her with the hand that isn’t currently caressing her cheek, and has to stifle a giggle when their warm breath tickles her throat.

Lips that are both inexplicably rough and soft at the same touch the skin there; once, twice, as they move to her face slowly. They’re gentle and lazy, drifting not unlike the peach blossoms across her skin. A quiet, happy sigh escapes her throat as those lip skim lightly over her features and Yona doesn’t think she has ever felt so at peace.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, her guest’s mouth meets her’s, and Yona drinks in the kiss like it’s the finest tea. She reaches up to cup the person’s face without opening her eyes; caressing their jaw, feeling the familiar stubble of unshaven skin as she deepens their kiss, unable to get enough of the way they feel against her.

There are fingers in her hair again, though this time she feels them knot and unknot in her locks, tugging at her scalp lightly as they kiss. And kiss. And kiss, for what seems like forever. Yet, when they finally do part it feels over far too soon, and Yona opens her eyes to gaze up at her partner.

And finds Hak- of course of course, her mind tells her- smiling down at her, wearing a look that is so soft and so loving that it brings a warmth to rival the sun’s blooming in her chest.

And she can’t help but return his smile, hands brushing along his face and into his hair as her wedding ring catches a stray sunbeam. Without words, she coaxes him back down, urging him to kiss her more.

But his lips meet her throat again instead, though this time instead of working their way to her mouth his kisses trail down, over her collar bone and to her chest. Briefly, Yona mulls over the fact that she doesn’t remember being naked or getting undressed, but the thought is quickly dashed away as Hak’s mouth finds her breast, and all other considerations are lost to his tongue.

Yona moans quietly as he works his magic with her, lapping eagerly at her skin before wrapping around her nipple. He sucks at the little bud lightly, none too hurried, as he massages her other breast, drawing sounds of pleasure from her mouth.

After awhile he switches, giving his attention to the breast he was fondling. His hand, however, travels farther down her body to brush the coarse hair between her thighs, and without a thought Yona parts her legs to give him better access. Against her skin she feels him give a hum of satisfaction.

Hak’s fingers skim over her a few times before they press against her and Yona can’t help but buck against his hand, something like lightning running through her core. He continues his ministrations without distraction, not fazed in the least by Yona’s unabashed moaning or her desperate rocking against his hand.

She arches up- almost off the ground- when a finger presses inside her, followed shortly by another. Yona only realizes his mouth is no longer against her breast when she hears him making quiet noises of approval at her reactions. She’s sure he’s saying actual words, though she cannot understand them.

Suddenly she is empty, his hands having left her skin all together, just as she began to feel that tight knot that had formed within her start to unravel. Yona’s lips part and her eyes open to complain, to demand touch her more, but she is greeted by a sight that makes her heart clench in her chest.

She hadn’t realized Hak was just as naked as she was, having been too distracted by his mouth alone, but now she’s able to take him in in all his glory as he kneels between her parted thighs. Yona’s tongue goes dry in her mouth as she glances him over, drinking in his thick arms and rippling abs and the trail of dark hair that leads down to his- oh.

The young woman feels a blush color her cheeks as her eyes trail over his form, down to where he holds his length in his hand, waiting for her to give the go-ahead. She feels herself nod, despite her embarrassment, and parts her legs further yet in anticipation.

Hak leans down to meet her, bracing himself over her once more as she feels his shaft prod against her entrance. A shiver runs down her spine as he catches her mouth with his once more, swallowing up her sounds as he presses into her, sheathing himself within her completely in one smooth movement. There is no pain on Yona’s end- just the satisfying feeling of being full of the man she loves.

As expected, Hak makes quick work of her, turning the woman beneath him into a panting, writhing mess in a few short minutes. She gasps and moans her love for him, rocking her hips in tandem with his thrusts as her nails scrape down his back. Yona can’t get enough of the way he feels- pressed against her, pressed inside of her- or the noises he makes against her mouth, letting her know how much he enjoys her, how much he wants her, how much he loves her.

It’s all too much for Yona to handle and once more she can feel that tight knot start to unravel in the pit of her stomach, especially as one of Hak’s hands begins to stroke that bundle of nerves between her thighs. Her legs wind their way around his hips, pressing him deeper into her even as he increases their pace.

But it isn’t until she hears him give a soft groan of “Yona” under his breath that she finally loses all semblance of control over herself. It’s her name- the first word she’s heard clearly since they started- in that low, raspy baritone of his that pushes her over the edge, flooding her vision with white and her body with warmth as that knot in her belly finally comes undone.
Yona wakes with a start- a gasp flying from her lips as she sits straight up, heart pounding a mile a minute.
It takes her a moment to get her bearings, but slowly she realizes that she’s in her bedroom in the castle- and definitely not in some fantastical orchard under the sun. “A dream?” She asks herself softly, pressing a hand to her thudding heart as she glances around the familiar, empty room, “oh… a dream…”

A gentle knock at her door draws her attention, “Princess?” A voice calls just before the door slides open. “Are you alright? I heard a gasp…” Hak says, peaking his head in from the doorway.

“Ah, yes, thank you,” Yona tells him, shifting to turn toward him, “it was just a…” she trails off as violet eyes meet blue, and all the exact memories of her dream come rushing back to her.

She feels her face flush red as she looks at him, suddenly unable to draw her eyes away. Her mind races through the dream- through the feeling of him touching her, kissing her, and- “oh!” she sucks in a breath, pressing a hand to her mouth in shock.

She- she had dreamt about! About such- such indecent things! Things terribly unbecoming of a princess!

And with Hak nonetheless! N-not even with Suwon, her dear sweet love! Oh, Gods have mercy on her, what had she done to-

“Um, Princess?” Hak calls again, stepping a little further into her room. “You, uh, you okay? Your face is the same color as your hair…”

He moves to walk toward her, to check to see if she’s really alright, but stops short as something whizzes by his ear and slams against the wall with a sharp crash.

“Oh, Gods, Hak! Get out!” The young woman snaps at him as she readies herself to toss the cup to match the plate she just threw at his head. “Get out and stay out!”

The frightened, confused man throws his hands in front of his chest in surrender, backing up as quickly as he can. “I’m going I’m leaving.” He tells her, trying to figure out just what he had done this time to offend her so. “Jeeze, someone’s cranky in the morning,” he grumbles to himself, shutting the door just in time to avoid the decorative tea cup that surely would have met his face.

When she’s sure he’s gone Yona throws herself face first into her pillows and lets out a wild shriek.

littlethingsbigpicture  asked:

Hiiiii! May I request Tracer, Mercy and Widowmaker meeting their S/O for the first time? Except when they meet the s/o keeps getting ditched by their "friends" and traveling in the back of the group. Fluff and slight angst please! Thank you!

A/N: Decided to have the setup for this drabble be the same for all three characters, since it saves a ton of time and space in terms of writing. Think of it as a ‘Choose your Own Adventure’ where your choices are three lovely ladies.


You felt your posture slump a little bit as you meandered through the bustling streets of London alongside your friends. Well, maybe friends wasn’t exactly the right term, they seemed more like acquaintances, or even enemies on a particularly rough day. You’d hung around the group for some time, mostly out of necessity rather than any true feeling of camaraderie, promising yourself to at least try and make a few friends. They shared some similar interests to you, and you supposed that was enough, rather, you convinced yourself it was. Their group dynamic had no place for you, and though you’d attempted to seem personable and get along with its members, the results were hardly ideal. They kept you around, maybe out of some misplaced sense of pity, but more likely out of malice. The group took great joy in baiting you on with their plans, using it as a carrot-on-a-stick, filling you with false hope only to abandon you.

Playful teasing would occur between the others, but when directed at you, any semblance of humor was lost almost immediately. They’d tell you they didn’t mean it, but their ‘apologies’ were as transparent as their ‘hospitality’, not one of the held a single shred of regret. Getting some social interaction was healthy, though this particular group seemed to go out of their way to make you feel worse at every opportunity. Like a lost puppy, you followed along, believing that any better opportunity had closed off long ago, resigning yourself to your fate. They’d sent you inside a convenience store to grab a drink for them, it wasn’t the most creative way to ditch you, but you supposed it was the most effective. You’d pay for the drink, walk outside, and they’d yell something vulgar as they sprinted into the distance, leaving you alone yet again. Part of you wanted out of your ‘role’ as their plaything, but forcing oneself out of a negative situation isn’t always an easy thing.

You paid for the drink, thanking the cashier, before making your way out of the store. As if on cue, the group shouted back towards you, pushing aside the odd pedestrian as they put as much distance between you and them as possible. At least you’d gotten a drink you liked, since you knew they didn’t want it anyway, a small silver lining, you supposed. Taking a swig of the beverage, you slumped against a nearby wall, lowering yourself to the ground. Initially you were angry with them for abandoning you time after time, but eventually you just became numb to it, either ignoring or suppressing any genuine anger. The usual tinge of sadness flared in your chest, a sense of forlorn want, a need for companionship, for people who truly cared. Staring towards the ground, you let out a long sigh, running a hand down your face, letting your eyes shut for a few moments.


“You alright, luv?”

A woman smiled warmly towards you, brushing a strand of her windswept brown hair from her face. Freckles dotted her cheeks, providing just the right contrast to highlight her brown eyes. You took another swig of your drink, unsure of whether or not to interact with this woman. It’s not everyday that a stranger stops and asks if you’re alright, it certainly was the most amicable interaction you’ve had in some time.

“Not really.” You sighed, forcing a half-hearted smile, pushing away negative feelings with a thin layer of apathy seemed to help a little. The woman offered her hand to you, prompting you to stare at it for an instant, hesitant in case this was some sort of elaborate prank. You glanced up at her, noticing that she still wore the same smile. If this was a prank, she certainly was an excellent actress, the genuine care from her was almost palpable, threatening to wash over you. You grabbed her hand, nodding as she hoisted you to your feet.

“I’m assuming you knew that lot?” She didn’t need to elaborate, you both were acutely aware of whom she was referring to, your so called ‘friends’.

“Unfortunately…” You sighed, slipping your free hand into your pocket, the other absentmindedly holding your drink.

“With friends like that, who needs enemies?” You focused on her face as she laughed, noticing the way her nose scrunched up a little bit, shifting your smile to a genuine one. “Oh! Almost forgot, I’m Lena!” She offered her hand to you again, this time not to pull you from the ground, but to greet you as an equal.

“(Y/N).” You shook her hand, surprised at how quickly she seemed to move through a conversation. “Not very often a stranger stops by to ask how you’re doing.”

“Well, you looked a little down, so I figured I could help! Y’know, brighten your day a little!” Genuine concern from a stranger, how novel a concept. “Besides, we’re not strangers anymore!” She playfully tapped your shoulder, giving you a mock salute with two fingers.

“Acquaintances, maybe, we did just meet.” You laughed, earning a smile from your companion. Lena glanced down at the white watch she wore on her wrist, a blue screen lighting up as she raised her arm.

“Well, I’m gonna be a late if I don’t get going.” You sighed, not expecting her to stick around for long, but this was a little short even by your standards. “I’d love to get to know you though, maybe move from acquaintances towards friends? I know this smashing Chinese place, their dumplings are to die for! Meet me at Turing Park ‘round eight?”

“It’s a date.” You felt a blush form on your cheeks, surprised at your own candor, though Lena’s smile quickly put you at ease. You waved as she departed down the sidewalk, no longer feeling that lingering despair. Maybe you’d make an actual friend yet.


“Are you okay?”

Your gaze panned up the woman crouched before you, your eyes immediately struck by her own blue orbs. They seemed to pierce into your very soul, not in an intimidating fashion, rather, in an understanding one. Her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, with some length in the front trailing beside her right eye. It wasn’t terribly common for a total stranger to have any concern for you, but when they were this striking, you didn’t care.

“Hardly.” You sighed, slumping against the wall once more, not wanting to burden her with your troubles. Her gaze softened, a sign of the clear empathy she felt for you. If she didn’t care, she wouldn’t have stopped, so she seemed at least somewhat benevolent. “Just trouble with a bunch of assholes.” You groaned, relenting to your inner feelings, wanting to vent a little bit about your so-called ‘friends’.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Her tone was genuine, soft, caring, something you had been without for too long. “If you want someone to talk to, I’d be happy to help.” Shockingly enough, this woman was going out of her way to help you feel better, someone she had never even met. It was unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome.

“I’d hate to be a burden, I mean, I don’t even know your name.” That was a half-truth, you didn’t want to be a burden to her, but you also weren’t sure of why she was offering to help you. People weren’t jumping out of the woodwork to help one another in their time of need, at least, not random people on the street.

“Angela, my name is Angela.” A pretty name, it seemed fitting for someone like her. Even the name itself seemed almost caring in nature.

“Well, Angela, why are you offering to help a total stranger?” You curiosity got the better of you, wanting to know what would make someone like her stop for someone like you. She let out a small sigh, smiling at you once again.

“I’m not going to abandon someone who needs help.” She stood up, offering a hand down towards you. “I know a great cafe where we can relax and just talk. I won’t take know for an answer.” She smirked, earning a quick chuckle from you. Everything about Angela persuaded you to trust her, from her calm demeanor to her genuine concern. It had been a long time since you met anyone like that, maybe too long. You grasped her hand in your own, smiling as she pulled you to your feet.



The sound of heels peaked your attention, though what was more interesting is that the sound stopped just in front of you. A woman stood before you, what little skin she did show wore a blue discoloration, her hair having a similar tint to it. Though her skin color was uncommon, it was hard to deny the pleasing features she possessed. Prominent cheekbones, delicately maintained eyebrows, everything about the woman reeked of professionalism, of perfection. You felt your blood run cold as your eyes locked with her own, bearing an almost yellow color to them.

You could feel her look you up and down, examining every aspect of you, though her gaze never left your own. She cracked a small smile, prompting you to breathe a sigh of relief. You couldn’t quite place it, but something about her was undeniably intimidating, and somehow intoxicating. Though her face didn’t reflect it, you could somehow tell she was still in deep thought. You each stared at each other in silence, until she offered a hand down to you.

“Those were your ‘friends’, yes?” You could feel her lace the word with venom, evidently angry that they had treated you in such a way, or maybe she just didn’t care for the term. You nodded, eyeing her cautiously as she pulled you to your feet. “I assume this is not the first time this has happened?”

“Uh… Yeah… I mean no, this has happened before…” You clarified, not wanting to miscommunication with this woman. She nodded, her gaze turning in the direction your group had wandered off in, before it returned to you.

“Well, it’s clear they do not think very highly of you.” Her tone was harsh, and yet somehow remorseful. “You must surround yourself with better company, they simply will not do.” You were caught off guard by her rather brusque assessment, though frankly, she was correct. “I can introduce you to a few people, if you’re interested?”

“Can I just ask why?” Her offer was strange, though it was hard to imagine she has any worse choice in company than you do. At this point, you were desperate for some real companionship, but her offer came from nowhere. You wanted at least a little more information before you made a decision.

“Because I used to be the same way.” She didn’t elaborate further, the sense of longing in her voice hinting at something. Her eye contact faded for an instant, she appeared to be lost in thought for a brief moment. “Is this acceptable?” She probed again, preparing to leave with or without you. You hesitated for a moment, thinking it over, before speaking up.

“Sure.” Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

Ever After... (I)


After last Halloween and Sirius’s birthday during which most of you made me all depressed, I need some happy imagine full of denial. Because I’m in denial concerning the Marauders. And the more I was writing this, the more I enjoyed it, so I might make other imagines of the kind, talking about some events in their lives (not appearing in a chronological order).

So beware, this imagine is cute, merry and absolutely not canon, with some Jily and Blackinnon living happily ever after.

Hope you all like it.

Gif not mine

Word Count :4046

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Perception vs. Reality

A/N: this is my contribution to @bladebarnes fic fest.

Prompt: “I’ve done some calculations and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit”

Warnings: none really, this is all crack with a minor mention of smut.

Clint’s POV

The world has it wrong. Steve Rogers isn’t a straight-laced, rule abiding, perfect gentleman. Steve Rogers is a little shit. He may have called Tony out on his language before but in a fight, almost no one out snarks the Captain. Like right now, he’s nose to nose with Rumlow in the middle of an old Hydra base. The more sass that comes from Steve, the more pissed Rumlow is getting. The fighting has stopped completely and everyone is just watching. There should be steam coming from his ears any second now…..he should bet Sam.

“Your vision is clouded Rogers!” Rumlow begins to scream, “Hydra is trying to save the world.”

“I’m sorry Rumlow. As soon as I stop having visions of them pulling my friend out of his head and making him kill people before throwing him in a fucking freezer, I’m sure I’ll see your side!!”

“They only had to do that because his dumbass self wouldn’t listen for shit!”

Bucky’s POV

Bucky tried not to get involved but he can’t keep himself quiet. “Yeah being tortured and experimented on against my will kinda made me not wanna work with them. I guess that’s my own personal trust issues coming into play though.”

“Stay out of this Barnes!!” Rumlow is really starting to lose it now.

“But I thought this argument was about mmpphhh!!”

Sam quickly clamps his hand over Bucky’s mouth to tell him he’s got $50 riding on how long Steve can keep this going. They need it to go as long as possible because Natasha is currently working her way through the computers. She just needs a few more minutes.

Steve’s POV

Steve is loving this. None of his friends will give in to his sass, choosing to call him out on it instead. Having Rumlow of all people getting caught up in the argument is just too much fun.

He’s so distracted that he hasn’t noticed FRIDAY taking over his team’s coms, those updates he’s supposedly getting are totally fake. Rumlow doesn’t realize that the only men with him that are still conscious, are the 5 men currently in the room.

“My vision isn’t clouded at all, I’m quite clear headed. I’ve read what Hydra calls its plan for world peace and I have to say, I’ve done some calculations and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit!”

The team loses it, they’ve tried to keep quiet but just can’t anymore. Natasha sends in the all clear and Steve immediately knocks Rumlow to the ground and cuffs him before dragging him to the quinjet.

Unwilling to give up having the last word, Rumlow continues to bitch the whole way back only to get ignored. Rumlow finally managed to strike a nerve with Natasha after mentioning a particularly painful memory.

Steve catches the flying assassin, he turns to speak to Rumlow one last time

“Ya know, I’ve met some pricks in my lifetime. But you Rumlow, you’re a fucking cactus.”

He turns back to the angry woman wrapped around him, brushing her hair back and talking lowly to calm her while heading for the elevator. They barely make it inside the elevator before her lips are on his and he’s pinning her to the wall.

They narrowly avoid squishing a very grossed out Tony who manages to get out of there just as the doors close, cutting off the billionaire’s curse riddled speech about respecting other people’s personal space and PDA in workplace.

Bucky lifts the fussing man & walks him over to the bar, he might as well stay here, with his room being next to Steve’s he knows he won’t be sleeping tonight anyway. Might as well sit down to discuss how his new arm is functioning.

In the excitement, everyone has forgotten about Rumlow being hogtied and left in the jet. Well, not everyone, Clint’s not about to say a word though. It’s much funnier to leave him.


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Makoto was kicked out of her first school when she was twelve years old. She was justified, she maintained even when the gates slammed in her face. The boys had deserved those swift punches to the jaw–if their parents wouldn’t teach them not to yank up girls’ skirts, then she would. Dad had told her if they didn’t listen to her ‘no’, then they could listen to her fist.

He was right, but he wasn’t around to defend her fist to those parents or the principle–and her ‘aunt’–or, more appropriately, her father’s second cousin–didn’t want to hear it. 

So her head was forced down and her ‘aunt’ muttered her apologizes to these jerks who didn’t deserve it.

But ‘sorry’ never left Makoto’s mouth.

She walked in the rain after that. Her ‘aunt’ disappeared somewhere–no doubt back to her fancy home with her husband and two children where she would complain about this delinquent child over the phone with a friend and that friend would say ‘oh, you poor thing, after all you’ve done for her’ and neither of them would think about how that delinquent child would go home to an empty fridge, an empty bedroom, and an empty apartment. 

‘Whats’it matter anyway? School was crap’ Makoto thought with a lit cigarette between her chapped lips. No one blinked an eye; they all thought she was of age. She inhaled the stale gray smoke and released it through her nose, content when the sound of thunder rolled over in the sky. 

It felt better to be out here than inside with just the walls as company. Well, walls and pictures but Makoto didn’t like the pictures. They couldn’t talk, couldn’t assure her she was still loved, couldn’t promise her that everything would be alright, couldn’t kiss her head, hold her close, and dry her tears. 

Pictures sucked.

There was the chime of a bell and it drew her eyes to an open store door where a woman walked out with her hands full of white lilies. Makoto scrunched her face up when she caught a whiff of the flowers. She hated the smell; it reminded her funerals and people trying to cover up the reek of decomposing bodies, as if the perfume would make them smell a little less dead. But she turned her head towards the store’s window, seeing her reflection among a sea of flowers and plants. 

Oh, a flower shop. Makoto put her hand on the window and smiled down at a display of tulips. Mama and her loved flower shops. They used to go all the time fpr new seeds before…well. Before. 

She loved her garden at her old home. Mama lined it with a flurry of different flower types, some naive to Japan, others with names so tricky she would stumble saying them and her father would laugh. When she was eight, Mama had given her a pot full of rose seeds to take care of. Barely a year later, her room was bursting with roses, daises, forget-me-knots. She liked to give Papa a few to use as bookmarks–sometimes when he fell asleep at his desk, she would sneak in and put a flower behind his ear; a little surprise just for him.

But that house was gone; that garden over run with weed, and every one of her potted plants had been thrown away–dying from neglect when she had just given up, the color drained from her eyes.

Makoto pressed her cheek against the window, nuzzling it as if it was the front of her mother’s shirt, and sighed. 

She wanted one; someone to talk to, something worth going home to, something that when she walked in the house, she could pretend it was saying ‘Welcome home, Makoto! I missed you’!

But–she sighed out some smoke–that was stupid. 

She didn’t have any money right now anyway. Needed it for dinner tonight; she couldn’t skip again, she already did that twice in a row. 

Spitting the cigarette out of her mouth and crushing it under her shoe, Makoto shot one last regretful glance at the flowers–in particular a pot of hedera ivy hanging from the ceiling–and started turning on her heel. As she did, however, she clumsily smacked into someone’s shoulder.

“Aw, shi–s-shoot!” She stumbled back awkwardly, red running across her face in embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t see you!”

The woman softly chuckled and placed a hand on Makoto’s shoulders to still her. “It’s alright. It was my fault.” She said, her tone soft and reassuring. She was taller than Makoto (which, whoa, that doesn’t happen often) dressed in a long red button up coat and flourishing black pants, her fingers shining with two garnet rings. 

Makoto looked up but the woman moved before she saw her face; still, her olive hair brushed past the girl as she walked into the store. Makoto got a whiff of her perfume–light and comforting, like jasmine in the spring time. 

It stayed with Makoto until the rain came pouring down.

Later, when Makoto arrived home, soaked to her bones with a bag of vegetables and cheap beef weighing down her arm, she was surprised that there was a package on the floor.

Who the hell?

She looked around her, searching for the evidence of a stalker or a stupid murderer who picked the wrong kind of prey but no one was there.

Hm, okay, well if there’s like a decapitated head in there or something to that effect, then she might as well check.

Putting down her bag, Makoto got her keys and sliced the package open, surprised to see a nest of ivy looking back up at her. In fact, it was the same exact ivy from the flower shop; it even had the same pot. Makoto looked around herself again and then noticed a card tucked away in the bundle. Careful of the leaves, she took the card out and read the delicate handwritten note:

Make sure to keep it by the sunlight. I’m sure you two will have plenty to talk about.


Meioh? Makoto didn’t know anyone with that name. She searched her brain, thinking of all the cousins she hated or ignored at the funeral, all her parents’ friends and coworkers, even her neighbors. No one came to mind. She looked at the card again, the pretty cursive hand writing, and for some reason she felt comforted. Safe.

Like she wasn’t alone.

Makoto smiled to herself, and caressed one of the leaves. “I got the perfect place for you.” She told it as she lifted the box and her bag up and went through her door.

It would look best near the window by her bedroom, where the sunlight was the warmest.

title: swann.

rating: t

summary: everything does not go to crap at the reception, CS gets a honeymoon and some downtime, and Liam Jones II drops by a visit because there’s something Killian needs to know.

“Killian?” Emma’s voice rings out clearly through the house, her tone reminding him of the time she’d found the little calico kitten on his ship.

“Aye, love?” he answers, stuffing the last of his folded laundry into the chest of drawers before heading downstairs.

She doesn’t say anything until he’s bounding down the steps, though her reason for summoning him is apparent. Still, she says, “Your brother is here.”

She’s in the process of disengaging from the hug from Liam, who is grinning with a slight blush on his cheeks.

“How are you, brother?” he greets, engulfing his little brother in a hug of his own.

“I’ve been keeping well. It’s good to see you both, I’m truly sorry to have missed the wedding.”

“Aye, I imagine communication is difficult 20,000 leagues under the sea. Perhaps you would do well with a talking phone of your own?”

Liam and Emma both chuckle, as though his suggestion is funny.

“Babe, I don’t think they work that far under sea,” Emma says, before he can express his indignation.

“Ah. Those devices aren’t so clever after all, eh Swan?”

“That’s not what you said when you discovered the video function,” his wife reminds him blithely, making Liam guffaw and Killian’s face to burn bright because they all know exactly what she means.

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“Doctor Scully?” A woman stands in the doorway of the office, looking expectantly around the waiting room.

“Right here,” Scully tells her, holding up her hand and lifting her bag from the floor.

“Marie,” the woman smiles, shaking hands with Scully. “Thank you for coming in so quickly,” she tells her as they walk into the office. “I know Father Iberra is very excited to have you on board. Did you bring in your medical license and social security card?”

“Yes,” Scully tells her, taking her seat in front of the desk. Opening her bag, she lifts a manilla envelope out and hands it to Marie. “I think everything you need is in here.” The other woman brushes her brown hair from her shoulder as she brings her reading glasses over her nose. Opening the envelope, she pulls the documents from inside and peruses through them with a satisfied nod.

“Excellent,” Marie tells Scully with a smile. “If you’ll just wait here, I’ll get some photocopies of these and be right back.” Scully returns her smile and nods in return, leaning back in her seat with a sigh. Glancing around the small office, she takes in the pictures on the wall, smiling fondly at Marie’s happy family who grins back at the camera dressed in their Sunday best in front of a Christmas tree. A husband, two sons, and a chocolate lab obediently at their feet. A perfect family, a perfect life, by Scully’s accounts, and she can’t help the pang in her gut at the sight of it, a stab of jealousy at the reminder of what her own life lacks. Will forever lack.

She turns over her shoulder as Marie makes her way back into her office and gestures to the picture on the wall. “You’ve got a beautiful family.”

“Thank you,” Marie says, making her way behind her desk. “But you should see the outtakes from that photoshoot. That was the only shot we got where someone wasn’t crying,” she chuckles with a roll of her eyes, paperclipping Scully’s documents and laying them to the side.

“How old are they?” Scully asks with a cross of her legs, using blithe chit chat to cover the emptiness that always settles within her in moments like these.

“Eight and five,” Marie says, ceasing the movements of her pen and reaching across her desk for another photo. “Eight and five and obsessed with their new cousin on the way,” she adds, handing Scully the silver frame and shaking her head with an amused grin.

Scully’s breath catches in her throat at the simplistic beauty of the young boy, a smile teasing at the corner of her lips. The same sweet face and piercing blue eyes that always remind her of Matthew. “He’s beautiful,” Scully whispers, swiping her thumb over the glass.

“Isn’t he?” Marie agrees, and Scully hands her back the photo with a shared beam. “His hair looks really light in that picture,” Marie says, “but it’s quite strawberry. It’s adorable,” she beams.

“Makes me miss… my nephews,” Scully says with a sigh, sitting back in her seat with a recross of her legs, and a choking lump in her throat. The sight of fair-haired boys always make her miss a lot of things. So many fair-haired boys in her life now, distant and absent because of the life she chose.

“Being an aunt is the best, isn’t it?” Marie smiles, replacing the photo on her desk and lifting her pen again. “Way more fun than being a mom, let me tell you,” she says to the paper in front of her.

Scully looks away. All she can do is nod.

“Anyway, my boys are thrilled because my brother-in-law and his wife are having a girl, and they are *obsessed*,” she groans with a roll of her eyes. “I mean, it’s cute, but I hope they don’t get any ideas because this shop is closed. Sign here,” Marie tells her, placing a paper in front of Scully.

Scully picks a pen from the mug to her right, and signs her name without comment.

“Maybe you’ll get to meet him,” Marie says, replacing one form for another. “Sign here,” she instructs again.

“Hmm?” Scully asks with a rise of her brows, penning her name in perfect precision.

“My nephew. He’s going to come and stay with us for a little while after the baby is born. I get to spoil him, and he gets to play with his big cousins. Don’t forget to initial here,” she says, pointing to a place on the page, and places another in front of the silent doctor.

“He likes to visit the hospital,” Marie tells her, adding the form to the stack. “He likes to play doctor,” she huffs with an indulgent smile.

“Sounds like he’ll have a great time,” Scully smiles politely, replacing the cap on her pen and returning it to the mug.

“I hope so,” Marie says, pushing back from her seat and standing. She stretches out her hand. “Welcome to Our Lady of Sorrows Doctor Scully. I hope you’ll enjoy it here.” Scully accepts the handshake and smiles with a contemplative nod.

“I think I will. Thank you, Marie.” Lifting her bag from the floor, the sound of Marie’s phone alerts her and she points to the door in silent question. Marie nods and waves goodbye, lifting the receiver to her ear.

“Human Resources. This is Marie Van de Kamp… Yes, hello Father Roberts….” Marie covers the mouthpiece with a smile. “Bye, Doctor Scully.”

Scully ducks her chin in acknowledgement, but lifts one final glance at the fair-haired boy on Marie’s desk, sighing longingly before letting the door shut behind her.

Hitched (10/11)

a Captain Swan AU fan fiction

Summary:  After a series of events leave her life in pieces, Emma Swan finds herself hitchhiking out of Maine, her wallet empty and her heart broken. The best she hopes for is a driver who isn’t a pervert and takes her far away from the painful memories of Storeybrooke. But when she finds a ride with a quiet truck driver named Jones, Emma discovers that maybe a trustworthy friend is all she needs.

Rating: M or MA; some profanity and sex scenes.

Cover art: created by the absolutely fabulous @thesschesthair!!

Links: ff.net // ao3 // ch. 1 //  ch. 2 // ch. 3 // ch. 4 // ch. 5 // ch. 6 // ch. 7 // ch. 8 // ch. 9 // epilogue

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Emma stared intently at the motel room door, running the brush swiftly through her hair. She knew she was going too fast, that she hadn’t dried it well enough, and that once she’d crammed her beanie on top, she would be facing a head of tangles and mats in the morning. But her pulse was racing, her hands anxious, her stomach wrenched with the need to leave.

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Beauty & The Beast: Chapter One

The sweet scent of roses mingled with the crisp morning air as Beauty skipped down a narrow path around the sparkling lake. A slight breeze produced a few ripples on the surface of the water and caressed the young girl’s rosy cheeks.


The girl paused and turned around to face the dark gray mansion behind her. She grinned, then sprinted toward the handsome woman calling to her.

“You look quite refreshed, darling,” the woman laughed, brushing a stray lock of dark brown hair behind her ear.

“It is so beautiful this morning, mother! The birds have been singing to me for hours and the flowers are perfect for a bouquet,” Beauty rushed, her eyes twinkling. “Have you ever seen a morning more exquisite than this?”

“Exquisite? And which book did you learn that word from?” her mother asked in amusement.

“The book Father gave me before he left on his trip, An Exquisite Day in Paradise. It’s a murder mystery!”

Frowning, Beauty’s mother shook her head. “Why do you not read normal books about love, like your sisters do?”

Beauty wrinkled her nose. “Love is boring. Mysteries are exciting. Father says that romance books do not teach anything useful.”

“Speaking of your father, he just arrived and would like to see you.”

“He did?” Beauty squealed, her face flushing with excitement as she presented a handful of colorful wild flowers neatly arranged in her tiny hands. “May I take him these flowers?”


“Yes, mother?”


Beauty tilted her head and stared up at her mother. The former elegance of the woman began to fade as her face paled and she began to shake.

“Mother? Mother, what’s wrong?”

“Bea…uty…” her mother murmured quietly, then her body vanished into thin air.


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Help! Not Just Anybody - Two

Spencer x Reader

Three months later and Y/N was well and truly settled into the Reid household. She’d accepted the position, of course she had, there’d been something about the tall, messy haired man that she felt akin to. She asked to meet Ella before making her final decision, finding the nine year old friendly but slightly reserved at the same time. Two weeks later she’d pulled her car onto their drive and moved her things in, being handed a set of house keys and a credit card for groceries. After an initially rocky first month she and Ella developed a bond and settled into a routine, and now life was good.

Spencer was home almost every weekend like he’d told her he’d be. The two Saturdays he’d been caught in a case, he’d made sure to phone ahead and arrange alternate cover for Ella so that Y/N could still attend her class. The alternative cover was usually Georgia, his ex wife who Y/N had met two weeks into her role. She’d found this other woman interesting and intriguing, as well as very blunt. But she was a good mother to Ellie and a good sort of step mom to Ella when she was needed. And Y/N had found herself calling her on a few occasions when she couldn’t get hold of Spencer, the first time being when Spencer was away on a case and Ella had fallen ill and had needed collecting early from school. Y/N had been halfway across town about to sit a test for her course, a test she’d had scheduled in for weeks. Gee had been a lifesaver, collecting Ella and depositing her back at home, staying with her until Y/N returned two hours later.

“Thank you so much! I’m so sorry you had to come out of work for this… ”

“It’s no problem Y/N, seriously. My office is generally very good at making concessions for those with kids, I just told them it was Ellie that was sick. She’s all tucked up in bed now, poor thing.”

“I’ll go check up on her in a moment. Thank you again.”

“Like I said, no problem. How are you finding things here anyway?” The woman brushed a lock of her hair back and took a look around the kitchen that was now way more organised and uncluttered than it had been a few months before.

“It’s good. Ella’s a sweetheart most of the time. She’s a great kid although occasionally I get the distinct feeling that she’s holding back from me and her dad.”

“Yeah, she still has her moments even when she’s with us. She still misses her mom, bless her. We all do.”

Y/N had been surprised by that comment, still not knowing the full story of what had happened all those years ago. But she didn’t let it show this time. Georgia spoke again.

“How are you finding Spencer?”

“Erm.. He’s fine. When he’s here he’s great with Ella and he doesn’t seem to have any issues with what I’ve been doing. I try to keep out of their way though once he’s home, to give them time together.” She did, once the dishes from the evening meal were cleaned away and Ella’s lunch was made for the following day she generally took herself off upstairs to her room. The room she’d been given was large and had an ensuite attached. Most nights she’d take a long bath and read, or catch up on her online modules, completing her homework. At the weekends, she try to arrange meetings with friends so she was out of the house unless she was needed.

“Well that’s very good of you. You should take the time to get to know Spencer though. Seriously, he’s a great guy. You’re studying psychology right?” Y/N was surprised again by how much this woman seemed to know about her, but she nodded.

“You should talk to him about it, he could probably help with your coursework and things. Who better than an FBI profiler to help you?”

The woman had a point and Y/N made a mental note to try to get to know Spencer a bit more if the opportunity arose.

Over the next few months it didn’t, not really. It wasn’t like Y/N and Dr Reid didn’t converse, they spoke a lot about Ella and Ellie, and she even joined them all on a trip to the local zoo one weekend when he had both girls. But at night she still sloped off to her room if he was home and she didn’t have plans with her friends. One Saturday night, that finally changed.

“Bye Olive, thanks for the ride babe!” Y/N balanced her take out pizza in her hand as she clumsily waved goodbye to her friend and searched her bag for her house keys.

She’d been out celebrating a friends birthday and whilst she definitely wasn’t smashed, she also definitely wasn’t sober. She didn’t want to eat her greasy pizza in bed so she figured she’d grab another glass of wine from her shelf in the kitchen and catch up on Game of Thrones on the big TV downstairs. Creeping into the kitchen and sliding her pizza onto the side, she pulled a clean wineglass out of the cupboard and was humming the last song she’d been dancing to, to herself quietly as she poured, tottering on her heels.

“Good night?”

Y/N nearly jumped out of her skin, clutching the wine bottle so she didn’t drop it. She turned to see Dr Reid leaning against the door frame, an amused look on his face.

“Jesus fucking christ…. ” a rare expletive slipped her lips and Spencer raised his eyebrows not used to hearing that language from her. She’d trained herself not to swear around her charges and her employers but the combination of the alcohol and the fright he’d given her had loosened her tongue.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you Y/N.”

“It’s fine…. I’m sorry if I woke you up. I thought I’d closed the door quietly.”

“You did. I was still up, reading in the lounge.” Y/N realised then that he wasn’t dressed for bed, still in slacks and his shirt. His tie was missing and the sleeves were rolled up messily. Thick glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, she hadn’t realised he even wore them.

“Did you have a good night?” Dr Reid asked again.

“Yes…. I did thank you. I’ll erm… Just take these up stairs and get out of your way then.” She could watch GoT upstairs, the houses cable package extended to her TV as well. She’d just have to be careful with her food.

“You weren’t planning on going straight to bed were you?” Dr Reid studied her reactions and she slowly shook her head knowing their was no point in trying to lie.

“Don’t let me keep you from doing whatever it was you were going to. This is YOUR home too Y/N. You don’t have to hide yourself away in your room you know?” his voice was soft and kind.

“Oh erm, okay. I was just going to eat this and catch up on a show, that was all.”

“Well by all means, stick with your original plan.”

Y/N did, taking her wine and pizza box through to the lounge and resting them down as she searched through the catch up TV programme that they had to find her show. Spencer followed her back through a few moment later, a tumbler filled with what Y/N thought to be whiskey.

“Is that pepperoni I can smell?” Dr Reid asked her.

She nodded. “Do you want to share? I probably won’t eat it all anyway. It’s probably best if you sit on the couch with me though.”

She settled back down and opened the pizza box, resting it in the middle of the couch as Spencer sat on the opposite end. He glanced up at the TV just as she was about to press play.

“Game Of Thrones? I haven’t watched this since like the second season.”

“You haven’t?” she set the remote back down. He shook his head.

“Have you not even read the books? Surely with your reading skills it would have only took you a few hours.”

“I started too, but then… Well, life got in the way. Mind catching me up quickly? All I know is that that little shit Joffrey is dead.”

Y/N chuckled at his words and spent the next twenty minutes giving her employer a brief run down of the goings on in Westeros. When she was done, she hit play and started to munch on her now cold pizza. She didn’t mind, she sometime preferred it that way.

Every few minutes Spencer would pipe up asking who a certain character was and she’d pause the TV to explain. After the fourth time, he apologised.

“I’m so sorry. This must be extremely annoying for you. I’ll erm, shut up and just read up on it tomorrow. In fact… I’ll just leave you to it.”

He went to stand up and Y/N found herself blurting out, “No. Please, sit back down Dr Reid. I don’t mind explaining to you, in fact… I was rather enjoying it. It’s not very often we actually sit and talk. It was…. It was kinda nice.”

Reid settled back down, glancing over at his companion and seeing she meant her words.

“We don’t really, do we. Perhaps we should. Okay. If you’re sure you don’t mind, I’ll stay. And tomorrow I’ll Wikipedia the seasons I’ve missed. Maybe… Maybe we could watch this together. Make it a weekly thing?”

“I think we should. If you’re out on a case, I’ll record it and wait for you. Sound like a plan?” Y/N smiled some what shyly.