#Catherine stark

[starksporcupine]

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[ncis-nerd]

Bloomington

CHAPTER 1

A/N: I saw someone on tumblr say how they wish someone would write Bloomington fanfic as if the reader was Jackie and that's exactly what I'm gonna do so credit to @loverllyhurtswithoutyou for this idea! It was technically 2 years old, the request but better late than never. I'll try to update as much as I can but I am a senior in hs and get busy a lot so no promises.

Y/N's Pov:

It's my first day at college! I'm so excited. I pack up the last of my t-shirt shirts and sneakers. I guess that's it. I sigh. Let me double check I have everything.

Shirts, jeans, hoodies. Check, check annd check. Time to transport all this luggage to the car!

I look out the window and see trees and what seems to be farmland. Hm, that's pretty cool. Wait. Did I pack deodorant... I pray I did...

Goodbye home. Hello college. I see a big brown building come into sight. Is this it?? Are we here?? I think with excitement. More buildings nearby each other appear.

"Well Y/N my dear, we are here" says my Mom. I get out of the car and look around. There are a bunch of other people here, with their parents. They must also be moving in. I wonder if they know each other. Or have any friends yet.

"Earth to Y/N" says my Mom. I jump. "Huh, what?" I say confused. "I said which residence is yours?" said Mom. "Oh.. hold on-" I reach a piece of paper out of my pocket. I unfold it. "The Lake Residence. That's where my dorm is." I say.

"Hm. Let's look for a map. This place is huge." My mom says. "Ah there it is! It says we are here. And we need to walk straight and we'll see a big sign that say the Lake Residence" my mom says. I nod in approval.

Wow I can't believe. I'm finally here. I've always wanted to go to college. Being a child star had its ups but I missed being a normal kid and going to regular school.

a/n: stopping here for right now. unknown how many chapters there will be as the movie is long and i don't know how long i will make each chapters.

[baemanlover]

Bloomington (2010)

Bloomington

I think it's time to bring this back.

remember she said "good girl" ? 🔥🔥🔥

why I never met a hot teacher like her?? I would definitely give up everything just to be with her.

[fancyschmancyopinions]

MAISIE WILLIAMS at the premiere of “The New Look” on February 13th 2024 in New York City wearing COMME DES GARÇONS

[rosalinesurvived]

Free my girl, she DID do all of that and it is the wrong thing to do but your misogyny + a general misunderstanding of how teenage girls act especially in accordance to their surroundings means the sentence you’ve given her is waaaay too serious

[tuttle-did-it]

Congratulations Donna Noble on your new £120k with 5 weeks paid holiday a year job. You deserve it, babe.

[rhube]

WOULD WATCH.

(Source)

[911bts]

cast | Kenny, Oliver, and Peter with guest actor Catherine Haena Kim from filming 2x04

[buildoblivion]

some asoiaf ladies (and Jon!) being my glamorous models for some period drama costumes <3

Margaery (AFFC)

Jeyne (ADWD)

Sansa (ASOS)

[alaynasansa]

“ I loved a maid as fair as summer with sunlight in her hair „

“ I loved a maid as red as autumn with sunset in her hair „

“ I loved a maid as white as winter with moonglow in her hair „

Sansa Month 2023 : day fifteen - seasons of my love

[alannacouture]

Even the most delicate of roses can draw blood 🥀

[the-flower-named-fire]

The Queen and the Mistress

That is a classical

Add Half-Siblings angst and its pure drama

The Mistress could be just a Second Wife, with a Divorced or Deceased First Wife

I said that before, having a child from a person you love and a child from a person you hate is just recipe for family desaster

There is so many stuff you can include:

The age order (if the Mistress had children first, this may be a problem), the number and the gender of the kids each woman has

Inheritance issues

Powers inherited by bloodline

The mothers's families and their intentions

One wanting to 'get rid' of the other

The husband wanting to divorce his wife or just doing it.

The Mistress's status. Her begin a noble or a commoner changes a lot. The Queen and the Mistress can even be sisters. The Mistress could be married to another man

Which one of the two held the power? The Queen could be the Rulling Queen and the King a Consort. The Mistress could have more political power than the Queen

Which one is considered the 'Good One' in the plot? In that way you can have

Forbidden Lovers and the Evil Queen trying to break their love

The poor Queen trapped in a arranged marriage and her husband humiliates her by having a affair

The commoner Mistress, begin used by the King then throw away. The man abandoning the commoner woman he was a relationship for years for a 'better and noble woman'

The dude is a double asshole, both ladies deserved better

And there is the children to consider too

The bastard child is begin given any position of power? Keep around as a servant? Send away from their own protection? Killed? Locked up in isolation?

In the case of divorce, what will happen with the children from his first marriage? Locked up? Killed? Ignored?

A child of the 'evil' mother could still be good. The opposite also.

The stepparent now attempt to control their heir child because of their power

The Mistress might have her own children too. So a 'Mine, Your and Ours' situation?

Perhaps the concept of 'bastard' don't exist and they can inherit just fine

It can be more than just one Mistress or Wife, pull a Henry VIII, go big or go home

It can involve Murder. The wife might well just straight up kill both, or everyone really. Just see Medea, Jason and Glauce

The second lady's relationships with both the public and the other people from the household.

And I have seen one with gender bending. It was kinda off 'Queen and Her Lover' then? Really interesting. She had to send their (bastard) child away in hiding

A woman having bastards and a man having bastards will be different in the plot for obvious reasons

It ended end with them killing the King and the Lover (who was some sort of Lord?) usurped his throne, the King's daughter wanted revenge.

[lionlena]

Remember, it doesn't matter what those scared boys with no self-confidence say. You have the right to be Queen. You have the right to be strong and independent. You have the right to look for a man who will be your knight, not your executioner.

"A little wicked" That's what he calls me 'Cause that's what I am That's what I am No one calls you honey, when you're sitting on a throne No one calls you honey, when you're sitting on a throne Beware the patient woman, 'cause this much I know No one calls you honey, when you're sitting on a throne One of these days a-comin', I'm gonna take that boy's crown There's a serpent in these still waters, lying deep down To that king I will bow, at least for now One of these days a-comin', I'm gonna take that boy's crown

[valkaryah]

Ocean's Twelve (2004) dir. Steven Soderbergh

[alaynestcnes]

asoiaf web weaving / sansa stark

Artwork by Gilbert Stuart, Catherine Brass Yates (Mrs. Richard Yates) (detail) / Tumblr post by homunculus-argument / Artwork by Vladislav Edvardovič Êrko / The Maine, Flowers on the Grave / Carol Anne Duffy, Thetis / Anne Champion, Bettie Page and the Wisdom of Old Age / Fiona Apple, SPIN Magazine 1997

[p0orbaby]

For a Good Time, Call… (4)

summary: as you grapple with your burgeoning feelings for Leah, a door opens to new possibilities and the potential for something more

warnings: SMUT 18+ strap on use (leah receiving), some dirty talk

a/n: last main part my guys. might treat you all to an epilogue

word count: 2.5k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | epilogue

-

It was early.

The sun had yet to fully rise over the rooftops, and the morning dew still hung heavily to leaves and blades of grass.

Dawn. A time of day you’ve seen more and more of as of late. You have a five foot seven blonde centre back to reluctantly thank for that.

As you blink blearily at the dim light filtering through the curtains, you couldn’t help but marvel at the ungodly hour Leah’s penchant for early mornings has dragged you into. The day was breaking, and there you were, already contemplating the meaning of life and the distinct absence of a warm body beside you.

With a resigned sigh, you acknowledge that Leah’s status as an early riser was, indeed, a force to be reckoned with. Who knew the early bird could be so… early? Catching worms doesn’t even sound that appealing anyway.

But hey, every sunrise brought with it the promise of new beginnings, right? Right! And if those beginnings involve a quest to locate your elusive bed companion, then so be it. Off you go, brave warrior, into the wild (downstairs), yonder!

As you trudge into the kitchen, you’re greeted by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and a freshly showered Williamson. “Well, look who finally decided to join the land of the living,” she teases, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

You don’t even have the energy to respond with words, so you grant her a grunt as you shuffle towards the cupboard where the mugs are kept.

Leah chuckles softly, her playful demeanor a stark contrast to your early morning grogginess. “Rough night, huh?” she quips, sidling up behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist.

“Hmm, and I wonder whose fault that is” you respond through a yawn, reaching lazily out to grab your favorite mug from the it’s usual hiding spot. But it’s not there. Confusion flickers across your face as you glance around the kitchen, then over your shoulder at Leah.

“It’s in the dishwasher” she informs between the soft kisses she's placing along the length of your neck.

You groan petulantly at her words. Of course it is. Lucifer is alive and well, it seems.

Leah releases you from her embrace, but her smirk remains as she grabs her own mug and takes a sip of coffee. “So, any plans for today?” she asks, raising an eyebrow in questioning.

You take a moment to ponder, mentally running through the checklist of tasks that await you. “Well, my dear Watson, I probably need to head back home at some point,” you reply, stirring your incorrectly decanted coffee absentmindedly. “I believe I have a pressing appointment with the laundry basket and a certain fern in dire need of hydration”

“Want me to drop you?” She offers. “We can get lunch on the way back”

You grin, feeling her warmth and energy seeping into you, banishing the last remnants of sleepiness. “Hmm, tempting offer,” you muse, turning to face her and gently tracing your fingers along her jawline. “But we’ve got training tomorrow and I could do with some shut eye. Sans distractions”

Leah pouts playfully, her bottom lip jutting out in disappointment. “Oh, come on,” she whines, wrapping her arms around your waist again and pulling you closer. “Who needs sleep when you can have fun with me?”

“As much as I’d love to indulge in your company, baby,” you say, brushing a stray strand of damp hair from her face, “I really do need to catch up on some sleep. Plus, I’m already on thin ice with Jonas”

One late fee away from a game suspension thin. Hence the need to stay at your own house, away from the wandering hands and mouth of one Leah Catherine Williamson

The culprit sighs dramatically, but concedes nonetheless. “Fine,” she offers before leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips. “But promise you’ll make it up to me?”

You smile, unable to resist her. “Of course,” you reply, returning her kiss with equal fervor. “I’ll make it worth your while, I promise”

-

Love is a funny little thing.

It hides purposely in the shadows when you go looking, and punches you square in the face when you least expect it.

Or confesses its feelings for you in the street and fucks you silly not an hour later.

It’s all semantics really.

“When did you know you loved grandma?”

“Hmm, let’s see. When she railed me with a strap and gave me a three day limp?”

Yeah, no. Not everything needs to be passed down through the generations. That’s what jewellery and hereditary illnesses are for.

“What's that face all about?” You’re dragged abruptly from your thoughts by a voice beside you. “You look like you’re in pain”

“I’m just thinking”

“Oh god, don’t strain yourself”

You roll your eyes, abandoning your act of loosening your boots. “What do you want, Beth?”

She leans back against the wall of her cubby, smirking as she tries and fails to play off like she isn’t about to start bothering you.

“Answers”

“I’ve already told you, I don’t bribe Win. She just likes me more because my personality is far superior”

“You’re a liar” she doubles down.

“Jesus Christ, I have better things to do than lie about a dog, Bethany. Get a life”

“Like what? Like the fact you’re hiding that you’re seeing someone?”

Your blood runs cold.

“Why on earth would you think that?”

“I don’t know” she leans forward in her seat. “Maybe because one doesn’t normally stroll in covered in love bites if they haven’t at least been sucking face”

“Oh”

Do you look panicked? You feel panicked. And embarrassed. Love bites? Jesus Christ Leah, you’ve been walking around all day with those on display.

“Yeah, oh. I thought we were friends, I feel betrayed!”

“I-, I didn’t…,” you stutter, unable to get your words out as she looks at you with wide eyes.

What are you supposed to say? That you were knuckle deep in her vice captain just over 24 hours ago? Absolutely fucking not!

“I told you to keep me posted about Bar Girl!” She exclaims as she leans back against the wall once more, obviously disappointed in your inability to keep up with her requirements for gossip.

All you can do is blink at her, mouth agape at the whiplash she’s just given you. What on earth is happening right now?

“Yeah, right. Urm sorry. Me and Bar Girl are back on” you mutter when you have a second to think.

It’s her lie, not yours, alright! Don’t you dare judge.

“I knew it!” she says, smirking like a cat who's got the cream. “You’ve been acting so weird”

Your head swivels. “Weird? What do you mean, weird?” You didn’t realise you were under surveillance.

“You know, like all smiley and energetic and nice. It’s almost like you’re in love with her or something”

Love.

There’s that word again. The word that’s has been dancing on the periphery of your thoughts for weeks now. You understand it can be hard to find someone who can make you orgasm as much as Leah can, but love? Already?

Subconsciously, you look across the room. Even through the bodies of your teammates filtering in from off the training ground it doesn’t take you long to spot who you’re searching for.

She looks good. Too good for someone who’s been sweating all afternoon. Your eyes drift down to where her top has ridden up from how she’s pulling her hair back. Further still to where she’s rolled her shorts up her thighs. Thighs you frequently find your head trapped between. Then back up, past the swaths of skin on show to find her eyes boring into you.

She holds your gaze and smirks when you start to blush. Heat spreads across your face, down your neck and up to the tips of your ears. You’re not embarrassed she’s caught you, not really. Sure she’ll tease you about it later, but deep down you know she likes you staring as much as you like looking at her.

Beth clears her throat.

“You good?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m good,” you stammer, hoping she doesn’t see through your flustered demeanor. But her knowing look tells you otherwise.

-

You trail wet kisses across her chest as her hips roll against yours. Once, twice, throwing her head back on the third.

Showered, fed, unsatisfied from a night spent at your own house, you’re sat up against the headboard of Leah’s bed pulling sounds from her only you have the privilege of hearing.

Your mouth closes around a pebbled nipple. Sucking then biting then licking to soothe the sting. Her hands fly to the back of your head when you pull away, a string of saliva keeping the two of you connected. So as per a silent request you give her second breast the same treatment. Tugging at it with your teeth. You’ll leave marks, but yours won’t be visible like the ones she so graciously gifted you.

With one final suck you pull your head back to look up at the woman you’re buried inside of, and you almost die at how pretty she is. Her chest is flushed pink and her eyes are blown as they look down on you with a hunger that almost makes you fall apart then and there. You don’t have a chance to though, because she leans in to rub her nose against your own, cupping your face and licking into your mouth.

“You’re so pretty,” you murmur against her when she pulls back to breathe. Your hands running up and down her naked back. “My gorgeous girl”

You lean up to kiss her again. Using your thumb to maneuver her face, nipping at her kiss bitten lips. Red and swollen and as sweet as can be.

When you shift below her, the new angle has her sighing into your mouth, so you place your hands on her hips and encourage her to work through it all herself. And she does, bringing her knees up, crouching as she slides up and down to find the perfect drag against her walls.

Her chest bounces with each movement and you feel your eyes glaze over at the sight of it. She leans back then, keeping herself balanced with her hands on your shins, opening up for you and giving you a show.

“Fuuuck”, she moans as your fingers find her clit. Expertly rubbing tight circles over it, bringing her closer and closer to an edge she is desperate to fall off of.

She’s almost there, you can see it in the way her abs tense and how her hips begin to stutter. So close to tumbling when you pull your hand away from her, wrapping her up in your arms and flipping her over.

She lets out an uncharacteristic squeal at the sudden change in position, and you can’t help but laugh a little.

This is absurd, you think. This is your life. Secretly fucking the England captain silly almost every chance you get. If only the others knew what she was really like when she wasn’t on the grass. No one would believe you. You don’t really want them to, this version of her is solely yours to enjoy.

You sit back on your haunches. Something you like to do when you have her in this position, you have come to learn. You’re very inquisitive. Curious even. You want to know what’s happening. What’s going on when you push in and out of her. What it looks like.

She’s exposed in the best way. Pretty and pink. Ready for whatever you give her. Whatever you're willing to let her take.

You watch eagerly as you push forwards. Mesmerised by how the silicone disappears and reappears with each thrust.

“You’re taking me so well” you tell her. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“Mhm” she hums as she bites down on her bottom lip.

“Yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock?”

Your question is paired with a particularly hard thrust that has her reaching for you with desperate hands. You go, obviously, because you’re finding it increasingly difficult to deny her anything these days.

“I’m close” she manages to say through her laboured intakes of breath. Looking up at you with hooded eyes and a need that makes you feral.

You lean fully forward, bracketing her head between your arms as you claim her mouth and rut into her like it’s the last time you ever would. The bed creaks unforgivingly. She cries out before she bites into the hard muscle of your trap. You hold her when she stills then shakes and leaves crescent shaped nail marks in your skin.

Everything is perfect.

“I love you”

The words fall out of your mouth before you can even stop them. Lust induced word vomit that has you wincing.

“What?” Leah asks from underneath you, but you’re too embarrassed to even speak. “Y/N?”

You freeze, the weight of your confession hanging heavy in the air. You hadn’t meant to say it, not like this. You weren’t even sure if you were ready to.

Panic floods your veins as you scramble for something else to say, but the words stick in your throat. Leah’s confusion is obvious beneath you as she uses a warm hand to push at your chest to get you to look at her, searching your face for answers.

Finally, you manage to croak out, “I…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ but the damage is done. The silence stretches between you, filled only by the sound of your racing heartbeat.

At your words she untangles herself from your embrace, sliding out from beneath you and sitting on the edge of the bed. You watch her, your heart sinking as she puts distance between you. The air feels thick with uncertainty, and you can’t shake the feeling that you’ve ruined everything. Your mind races with self-doubt, the fear of rejection consuming you. You use what dignity you have left to unclip the harness around your waist.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, the words barely audible even in the heavy silence. Leah turns to look at you over her shoulder, her expression hard to read in the soft light of the evening's purple haze.

There’s a pause, a pregnant moment where the world seems to hold its breath. Waiting on your judgment. Preparing for heartbreak and pain the wish to turn back time.

But before you can say anything else, Leah turns fully to face you, her gaze steady. “I think… I think I might feel the same way,” she admits, her voice quiet. Quieter than you’ve ever heard her. But it doesn’t matter, your heart skips a beat, a rush of relief flooding through you in waves.

Without hesitation, you reach across the bed to take her hand. “Really?” you breathe, unable to hide the hope in your voice.

Leah nods, a shy smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Yeah,” she says softly. “I think I do”