#clarke x le

[stars278]

IM SORRY?!! Was ANYONE going to tell me Stewart Clarke posted this on his tiktok?!!! VALVERT BELIEVER CONFIRMED IM SCREAMING!

@lesbian-thesbian

@keenenthusiastinfluencer

[valardynasty]

Galadriel et Annatar

Création par Intelligence Artificielle

[otakusparkle]

Identity V New Collaboration Begin

Identity V x Roll Ice Cream Factory Japan

[corleonewrites]

Wandering winds

AU: The Terror (2018)

James Fitzjames x Original Female Character fanfic

Summary: Alexandra Walton’s life was always surrounded with sea: either it was her walks near the seashore with its cold waters, or deep sea of her senses. Her father taught her to throw herself headlong into it, without fear of being drowned and she used to it since her childhood. She dived into love with the same courageous way. And even when everything and everyone was talking about the hopeless state of things she continued to believe in the opposite: that her loved one will return to her safely.

Chapter 1. He comes with western wind, with evening’s wandering airs

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I would never forget the night when our eyes met and everything suddenly went quiet. Your hazel-green eyes captivated me and I never wanted to remove my gaze from them.

It was one of those greeting evenings in the Admiralty, which usually transformed into balls, welcoming our heroes back either from expeditions or battlefields. In 1844 there was a welcoming evening for you and my brother Alexander: both of you came home from the First Opium War.

Your charisma attracted me, your recklessness and the stories you told about your actions, your battles – everything fascinated me, making my heart skip a bit.

We danced the night away, never changing partners in our dances, and it was basically a declaration of marriage.

I remembered the anticipation of waiting for new meetings with you. Those long walks near the seashore, those parties, those theatre plays we attended, those poems by Brontё sisters I used to tell you which I knew by heart.

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The proposal came shortly afterwards. It was the end of September, my favourite time of the year, when the nature was surrounded by golden-like leaves, which were falling from the trees. The wedding bells were loud and cheerful, they celebrated our joy with us and with our closest friends and family members. I would never forget our first night together as husband and wife, when you whispered “I love you, Missis Alexandra Fitzjames” and I never knew that I could love someone I’ve never knew before in such strong way.

You became my guidance, my closest friend, my support, the one to whom I could finally open my heart, not afraid of being misunderstood. It felt like our souls could understand each other, they weren't wandering around anymore.

Of course, I knew who I was marrying, as men of my family were in Admiralty. I knew what long separation was, what unbearable worries and losses were, what it felt like to wait impatiently for loved ones to return home safely, it surrounded me from my childhood. That was all I've ever known. You entered my life like cold wandering air of endless sea, but for me it was like warm sea breeze.

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When on February 1845 your invitation to participate in the Arctic expedition came, I was happy for you and I was ready to let you go for an indefinite period of time, just how I was letting go my father and brother when they were going to their expeditions or battles, waiting for them. Wherever they were going I knew that they would come home safely.

This time, when the expedition was only a few days away I felt the same way, despite the fact that at the same time I felt uneasy as if something could go wrong. I told you that, but you reassured me that everything would be alright and I believed you. My senses were feeling the same way.

We said our goodbyes on the morning 19 May 1845, when huge beautiful ship Erebus sailed from Greenhithe in Kent, followed by its sister ship Terror. I didn’t want you to see me crying, and I did not shed a tear, I smiled for you and gave you the handkerchief with my initials on it. You never knew that I cried quietly, when I reached home.

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Your last letter came from Disco Bay the same year. Your voice sounded in my head as I ran my fingers over each letter and the curls of the letters, rereading it over and over again. Time passed by slowly and as stretched as never before.

When the silence and uncertainty were growing more and more with every new month the feeling that something terrible happened with the expedition was crushing me inside.

Questions about the rescuing expedition sounded louder with every year. With every new month of each year chances for your return were lower. Finally, not only my father and brother, who supported me since the silence fell after your last letter, but the rest of members of The Arctic Council agreed to arrange the search of now lost expedition to return home. It was the beginning of 1848.

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Every day I came to seashore of the northernmost post after which the endless ocean began. Cold waves and air surrounded me and my wandering thoughts. My gaze was chained to the icy ocean: it seemed that at any moment a rescue ship would appear out of the thick fog and rain.

My inner sense was as calm as ever again: I knew that you would come back home. I refused to believe in any other outcome and continued to stare at the ocean, feeling like I was dissolving with it in its icy waves.

[4getfulimaginator2022]

The Old Curiosity Shop. Modern day AU: Daenerys Targaryen finds an old pocket watch with her family crest on it and takes it to the local antique store run by Jorah Mormont to learn its history. Prompt from @youcancallme-ray. Completed. Read on AO3.

[loisfreakinglane]

Kheon Clarke and Thomas Elms in SKYMED || 1.05 “Bushwhacked” Darius was my brother. He was 10. I was 13. It was March break. My friends and I were skateboarding by the ravine. I brought him with me. There was this old rail bridge. There were bats up there. Darius liked to see them. I didn't know he climbed up there. I didn't see him fall. When I found him on the ground... I couldn't save him. I couldn't save him.

[fluentmoviequoter]

Butterflies Aren't Just for Kids

Part 2 of Crushes Aren't Just for Kids

Pairing: JLU!Bruce Wayne x fem!JL!reader

Summary: Bruce hasn't asked you out yet, despite the League's interest in your new relationship. When he finally has enough and takes you away from their prying eyes and endless questions, you tell him why you hid your feelings for so long.

Warnings: fluff!!! John, Diana, and Wally get warnings for being nosy

Word Count: 1.6k+ words

A/N: Have I mentioned that I love this show? I considered basing this on The Once and Future Thing (s1 finale) but think that would be better as an independent rewrite. Also, I love Wally so much!!

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Plenty has changed since Morgaine Le Fay turned you, Bruce, Clark, Diana, and John into kids and back into adults to defeat her son. Bruce learned about your crush on him, as did John and Diana, and Bruce hinted that he’d ask you out soon. Being a superhero vigilante is a full-time job, though, and he has yet to find the time to do that.

Every time you set foot in the Watchtower, John and Diana give you questioning looks. You can tell they want to pry and hear about what’s happening with you and Bruce, but you also know they won’t believe you when you say nothing. Luckily, you still have easy access to all the hiding places Bruce installed in the multi-million-dollar space base.

While you sit in the cafeteria and eat, your thoughts drift to Bruce. He’s off somewhere fighting an alien with Clark, yet all you want is another quiet moment at his side.

“Hey,” Wally greets as he sits.

“Hi, Walls,” you reply with a smile.

“What’s up with all the weird looks?”

“What do you mean?”

Wally looks down and quickly counts the food items on his four trays. He speeds back into the cafeteria for another pudding, and you brace yourself for the wind that follows his return.

“Everyone keeps looking at you like there’s something big happening. They used to look at me like that, but you’re hogging my attention,” Wally answers.

“Sorry about that.”

“Seriously, it’s impossible to miss all of the looks. John and Diana look ready to snap every time you walk into the room.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” you lie. “I’m sure whatever they think is happening will pass soon and all eyes will be back on you.”

“As they should be, right?”

“Right, Walls.”

You excuse yourself, but not before you offer your cake to Wally. You ignore the looks Wally mentioned as you walk toward J’onn’s station in the heart of the Watchtower.

“J’onn, can you send me home? I don’t think I’ve got anything else to do up here,” you request.

“Certainly. I’ll let you know if we need you to return.”

“Thanks.”

A light blinds you temporarily, and when you open your eyes, you realize someone must have told J’onn you have a new home.

“I have got to talk to John about boundaries,” you mumble as you begin the short walk to Wayne Manor.

A few days later, you haven’t even seen Bruce. You’ve been pining after him for years, though, so what’s a few more days before that date he said he’d take you on? As long as it isn’t a theme park, you think as you walk through the Watchtower.

“We need to talk,” Diana says as she pulls you into a corner.

“About what?” you ask.

“You and Bruce,” John answers, stepping out of the shadows.

“What is this, an intervention? There’s nothing to talk about!” you whisper harshly.

“What happened after we left?” Diana inquires.

“He took me home. If you must know, he implied that he’d ask me out, but that is it! He may not even like me anymore.”

John shakes his head with a knowing look on his face. He can read you too well to lie to him.

“Look, I’m trying to be patient and wait for him to decide, ask, whatever, but it is getting very hard to do with you two drawing attention to us! Booster Gold asked me where the boyfriend was, and he didn’t even know who he was talking about!”

“Booster never knows what he’s talking about,” John argues.

“That is not the point.”

John smirks before he asks, “So, when you and Bruce have kids, do you think they’ll look like you two did in Mordred’s kingdom?”

The door behind Diana opens, and you realize you’ve been having this conversation outside Bruce’s workshop. While he was in it.

“Stop,” Bruce demands.

Diana nudges you, and you push her away. You’ll do something, but not because she encouraged you to, because you want to.

“What?” you ask with an exaggerated pout. “You don’t want to have kids with me, Brucie?”

Bruce rolls his eyes at your reply, but John and Diana stay beside you despite his bat glare.

“Are you going to ask her out?” Diana asks. “Because we’re all waiting for you to do something.”

“Clearly,” Bruce replies. “We’re leaving. Lantern. Diana.”

Before John or Diana can speak again, J’onn transports you and Bruce away. They’re left facing each other with a few answers and more questions.

“Where do you think they went?” Diana inquires.

“I’m- I’m not sure I want to think about that,” John answers slowly. “She is my friend, you know.”

“So is he.”

“Yeah,” John says, his voice laced with sarcasm and disbelief. “Sure, he is. Best friend, really.”

When you arrive in the manor, pressed to Bruce’s side just as you were in the amusement park, you don’t hesitate to turn and hug him. Bruce’s arms wrap around you loosely, and you step back when Alfred enters the living room.

“I’ll assume you’re the reason I’ve been getting so many dirty looks and questions from the League?” Bruce asks.

His lips are up at the edges, and you think he will smile at any moment. You can’t tell by looking at him, but Bruce feels like a kid again when he’s with you. He didn't experience childhood like he should have, so he lets himself be genuine with you. He’s done wasting time, he decides.

“You know, I’ve been fighting by your side for a long time,” you say. “But your hugs are way better than your grappling hooks.”

Bruce shakes his head and leads you toward the couch before Alfred returns with popcorn, a tray of snacks, and your favorite drink that you did not ask for nor mention. You thank him, and he winks at you quickly. He’s glad to see Bruce happy and to have visitors in the manor again.

“I should’ve hugged you sooner,” you muse as you reach for the food. “Could have been spending time here for years by now.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” Bruce asks softly.

“Why didn’t you?” you counter. You lick your lips before answering, “You’re important to me, Bruce. I didn’t want to jeopardize our relationship or the team, or, worse, put you in danger by saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. There were too many unknowns.”

“So, you planned to, what? Wait until I said something?”

“Caged butterflies,” you whisper. “Cages don’t hold them very well. I would’ve said something eventually, but Morgaine put me in a position where I didn’t have to.”

“Then, technically, John told me.”

“You’re a jerk, you know that?”

Bruce smiles, and the butterflies you felt as a kid revive to create a hurricane in your heart. He leans in and brushes his lips over your cheek before saying, “I’ve been told… I’ve also been told crushes aren’t just for kids.”

“Jerk,” you mumble again as you turn your face toward Bruce.

“Oh! Oh!” John yells when you step out of J’onn’s transporter and onto the Watchtower. “Someone’s glowing. How them butterflies feeling?”

“Like kids again,” you answer honestly. “I guess I should thank you for forcing me to do something.”

“Lanterns have been making dreams come true for millennia.”

“There’s no way that’s true.”

“You don’t know that. You’re not a Lantern, or a mind reader.”

“It’s not true,” J’onn calls without looking away from his console.

“Man, we need better friends,” John tells you.

“You are my better friend.”

“Save that lovey stuff for the boyfriend.”

“I thought he was Diana’s boyfriend,” you argue, tilting your head as you hide your smile.

“The ploy of a mastermind to learn the truth,” John answers with a shrug.

“You really are spending too much time with Wally.”

John stands and beckons you to follow him. You do so wordlessly, but you run into someone as you round a corner beside him. Bruce grasps your arms gently to keep you upright before dropping his head to look at you.

“Here comes the bride,” Wally sings under his breath.

You and Bruce look up quickly, surprised to see Wally has joined John, and they are watching your interaction with far too much interest.

“And that’s why we’re glad Wally wasn’t included in Mordred’s spell,” you grumble against Bruce’s chest.

“What spell?” Wally asks. He doesn’t give anyone time to answer before he rambles, “Hey, have you told her about your childhood, Bats? I mean, you’re definitely a loner now, but good luck learning anything about him; he’s one tough walnut to crack.”

“I know,” you and John say together.

Bruce tightens his grip on you before requesting J’onn send him home. The Watchtower is no longer a haven from Gotham, not with the League’s new favorite topic of conversation: you and Batman.

“We should buy a vacation house,” Bruce says as you open your eyes in Gotham.

“Yeah. In Coast City, where Ollie can find us and bring the rest of the fan club,” you joke.

Bruce stays quiet for a moment, and you begin to ask him what’s wrong, but he cuts you off.

“Get ready. We’re going on that date I promised,” he says.

“You never actually asked,” you point out.

“Will you go on a date with me?” Bruce asks.

“I’d love to.”

“Then go get ready. I’m taking you somewhere we can be ourselves.”

“Where could you possibly take me that Bruce Wayne won’t be recognized? And if you say an amusement park I will walk out right now.”

“I was thinking Metropolis. The roof of the Daily Planet. I called in a few favors.”

“I take it back. You weren’t a cute kid… you’re still cute.”

“And you still have trouble with maintaining eye contact.” Bruce leads you to the stairs and spreads his hand over your lower back before he whispers, “We’ll work on it.”

[magicfootballstuff]

Dirty Little Secret - part 2 (leila ouahabi x reader)

Summary: A love story about secrets, flirty messages, football rivalries, and useless lesbians who don’t know how to communicate. And it all starts with one badly timed challenge in the Champions League.

Leila Ouahabi x Arsenal!reader

Part 2/?

Read other parts here.

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It’s strange the way that fate sometimes works.

You’d heard whispers that England would be hosting a mini tournament during the February international window in preparation for the Euros, even heard talk that Germany could be one of the potential opponents, but you didn’t really think much of the rumours at first. 

But not even two weeks after Arsenal’s second defeat to Barcelona and your little makeout session with Leila in a deserted equipment room at the Emirates, a public announcement goes out. England will host the Arnold Clark Cup in February, playing matches against Germany, Canada, and most significantly Spain.

You’ll get to see Leila again.

She messages you with a link to the announcement almost immediately, and it’s nice to know that her first thoughts are also about a reunion with you.

Leila See you soon! Already practising my slide tackles 😜

You smile to yourself and shake your head as you type out a reply.

You I thought we agreed there were better ways to get my attention?

You’re in the Arsenal gym with the rest of the team doing some conditioning exercises before you head out onto the pitch for training. It’s hardly the ideal place to start another flirty text exchange with Leila, but you can’t deny the fact that knowing you’re on her mind is nice.

Leila Like this?

Leila has attached a picture to her message and it’s bordering on obscene. It’s just a mirror selfie but Leila is wearing only a sports bra and a pair of Barcelona shorts that she’s rolled up at the bottom to make her already long legs seem even longer. In the picture she’s sticking out her tongue and throwing a peace sign but it’s her tanned abs that catch your attention.

Sparing a quick glance around to check there’s nobody close enough in the gym to see what’s on the screen of your phone, you zoom in, practically drooling at what you see.

She’s ridiculously attractive. Suddenly you regret not taking things further the other week at the Emirates. 

But at least the announcement of the Arnold Clark Cup means you’ll get to see her again sooner than you realised.

You Yeah, that works 🥵

Leila Your turn 😉

Here in the gym, there’s absolutely no way you’ll be able to take your top off and take a tantalising picture for Leila without getting absolutely rinsed by the girls.

You I’m in the gym

You try to make your excuses but Leila’s not letting you get away with it that easily.

Leila Mmm perfect

You definitely want to give Leila something in return, something to tease her and let her know you’re appreciative of the picture she sent that’s now permanently burned onto the inside of your eyelids. You just need a way of doing it that doesn’t alert the rest of your teammates to your new flirtationship.

“I need the bathroom,” you excuse yourself, and nobody pays you much attention as you leave the gym.

Once you’re alone in the bathroom, you remove your training top and take out your phone, before you stand in front of the sink and check out your reflection in the mirror. You try to find a good angle but it just feels awkward and there isn’t really a way to make a picture in a public bathroom sexy. But you tense your abs anyway and take a few photos of your reflection, trying and probably failing to smoulder at the camera.

You scroll through the results. It’s very hard to look at the pictures with anything other than mortifying shame, but you try to be objective. The lighting is unflattering, the toilet cubicles in the background ruin the sexy vibe you want to go for, but hopefully Leila won’t pay attention to that and will just appreciate that you’ve tried.

Before you can send one of the photos, the bathroom door crashes open behind you and Leah walks in, stopping in her tracks when she sees you.

“I was just…” you stutter, scrambling for an excuse to explain why you’re topless in the bathroom when you’re supposed to be in the gym. Improvising a lie, you continue, “My back was itchy so I just thought I’d check to see if I had a rash or something. Can you see anything?”

You turn to expose your back to Leah and you can tell from the reflection of her expression in the mirror that she doesn’t quite buy your excuses, but all she says is, “Looks fine to me.”

“Cool, thanks,” you reply, tugging your turquoise training top back over your head. “See you back out there.”

With your phone in your hand, you leave the bathroom, sending Leila one of the photos you took as you go.

She replies immediately with a single emoji.

Leila 🤤

You have absolutely no idea how you’re going to survive until February.

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What you didn’t realise is that the Spanish team is also using St George’s Park as their base camp for the tournament. 

You discover this information in the food hall on the first morning of camp. The two squads are mostly kept separate, training on different pitches and sleeping in different accommodation blocks, but some of the communal areas on campus like the cafeteria and the recreational spaces are shared. 

As you go down to breakfast with Ella, who’s staying in the room across the hall from you, half the Spanish squad is already in the dining hall. The two teams seem to have segregated themselves pretty well, the Spaniards occupying one side of the hall while the few Lionesses who are already here have taken up places at tables on the other side.

You join the back of the queue for food and Ella greets the Spanish player in front of you, her Manchester United teammate Ona Batlle, with enthusiasm.

“Hey Ona!”

“Tooney!” Ona says, as both her and one of her Spanish teammates turn around at the sound of Ella’s voice.

And who just happens to be the teammate standing with Ona?

“Hey,” Leila says, a small smile just teasing the corners of her mouth upwards when she sees you.

“Alright,” you greet her, feigning polite indifference, as if you didn’t have your tongue in her mouth and her hands feeling you up under your shirt two months ago after the game at the Emirates. As if you don’t have a couple of borderline racy pictures of her saved on the phone that suddenly feels very heavy in your pocket.

“You two know each other?” Ella asks.

“We played against each other in the Champions League,” you’re quick to explain. “You know, that competition you don’t get to play in because you play for a shit club like United.”

“Hey!” Ella protests.

You grew up about ten minutes away from Ella, a couple of years older than her but moving through similar youth pathways until your journey took you south to Arsenal. She’s a diehard United fan, while your family’s loyalty lies with the blue side of Manchester, and the rivalry is a constant source of entertainment and banter between the two of you. 

It’s also a very easy way to distract Ella from more serious topics. Such as how you know Leila.

“United are not shit,” Ella insists. “Don’t forget who knocked you out of the Conti Cup.”

“Ouch, that one’s still sore,” you say, wincing at the memory of Arsenal’s defeat to Manchester United just a few weeks ago. 

“Well just remember that next time you think about chatting shit about United.”

You pick out some breakfast food from the serving counter and follow Ella to a table where Alessia and Georgia are already sitting. As you drop into an empty seat, your phone buzzes in the pocket of your shorts and you take it out to see that Leila has sent you a message.

Leila You look cute

You glance up, looking for Leila, and realise she’s positioned herself at a table across the room where she’s got a clear line of sight at you. She’s looking at you now, teeth digging into her lower lip as she waits for your reaction.

You look back down at your phone and type out a response.

You Stop looking at me like that

Leila Why?

You’ve completely tuned out the conversation at the table around you, entirely focused on Leila across the room and her messages lighting up your phone.

You Because now I want to kiss you

You watch Leila as she reads your response, and she looks from her phone back up at you, her eyes dark and her tongue darting out to moisten her lips, before she sends her next reply.

Leila Laterrrr

You Is that a promise?

Leila doesn’t reply, but every time you look up as you eat your breakfast, she’s watching you from across the room, and that’s enough of an answer.

Later can’t come soon enough.

———

Worked up from your impromptu morning flirtation with Leila, you channel all your sexual frustration into training. By the end of the morning, you’re exhausted but in a good way, and the reward of getting congratulated on a good session from Sarina as you head in for a shower makes it all worthwhile.

After having some lunch and a brief tactics meeting led by Sarina in preparation for your first game against Canada, the rest of the afternoon is for downtime. You’re slumped in a beanbag in the recreation room, watching Georgia get thrashed by Lucy at some shooting game on the PlayStation, when a small group of Spanish girls enter and make their way to a pool table at the back of the room. Leila is among them and she makes eye contact with you for just a moment as she passes. Her expression doesn’t change, but her gaze lingers for just a fraction of a second too long for it to feel like you’re strangers.

It feels like the air in the room has shifted with Leila’s presence. You can hear the Spanish girls behind you, arguing over something in words you don’t understand as the balls of the pool table clack against each other with every shot, but you can only think of Leila. You’ve spent months dreaming of being in the same country as her, let alone the same room, and the opportunity to actually have time to spend with each other instead of a quick ten minutes in a store cupboard or a flirty exchange of messages has seemed like a luxury you would never have.

Until now.

But you can’t exactly walk over to the pool table, grab Leila by the hand, and drag her to your room upstairs in front of teammates from both sides.

Or can you?

You’re getting restless in your beanbag when footsteps come up behind you and Leila walks past again, this time alone. As she opens the door to leave the room, she lingers, looking back at you and somehow beckoning you with just the look in her eyes. She disappears before anybody else can notice, and you think your self-restraint deserves a commendation because you manage to wait a whole forty-five seconds before you haul yourself out of the beanbag and make excuses that fall on deaf ears as the other girls celebrate Lucy winning yet another round against Georgia.

You slip out of the room almost unnoticed by everybody else to find Leila hanging around outside.

“I found a place,” Leila tells you, as she starts to walk away down the hall.

You chuckle in amusement at the image of Leila sneaking around St George’s Park on a recon mission to find somewhere private for a hookup, and follow just a few paces behind her, keeping enough distance between you so that it doesn’t look like you’re together, though luckily you don’t bump into anyone along the way.

She leads you to the media area of the building, which is thankfully deserted, and eventually pushes open the door to a large room that is used for press conferences, a long table in front of a sponsorship board at the front of the room and rows of chairs set up facing it. Leila turns to look at you, an expectant smile on her face and her arms outstretched.

“This is the place you found?” you ask.

“Uh huh. Look.” Leila walks past you to the door and reaches for the lock, which she twists with a click, before turning her attention back to you. “Now it’s private.”

Locked or not, it’s still a bit of a thrill to know that you could be caught at any moment, but you’ve been thinking about Leila’s lips since you last kissed her two months ago and all the teasing today has only worked you up further. You take a few steps forward, pushing Leila back against the door she’s just locked with a little grunt, your hands coming to rest on her hips.

“And what are we going to do with all this privacy?” you ask.

“I think you know what.”

“Show me,” you instruct Leila.

All you can think as your lips move against each other and your hands tug at clothing is finally.

———

Afterwards, you redress yourselves and try to look presentable - you’d really rather you kept this from your teammates for now and you definitely don’t want to announce it to them by re-entering the recreation room with tousled hair and dishevelled clothing. You pull your top back over your head, then use the front camera of your phone to check that your hair isn’t too messed up.

You glance across at Leila, who is doing the same thing nearby, and feel a fresh wave of attraction towards her as she runs her long fingers through her dark hair.

“We should do that again sometime,” you say.

“We should,” Leila agrees, with a smile.

And you do. It’s difficult, given the fact that you’re both busy with your separate preparations for the first games of the tournament and that there’s also the challenge of sneaking away without anybody noticing, but over the next two days you manage to rendezvous with Leila no fewer than three more times. 

When you’re not with her, you spend most of your time thinking about her - the taste of her lips, the way her hands feel on your body, the look in her eyes when she smiles at you. It’s probably not a good thing to be this distracted by an opponent while at camp but thankfully nobody seems to notice that your mind is wandering, nor that you keep sneaking away to meet Leila when you get downtime.

———

The first games of the Arnold Clark Cup - England versus Canada and Germany against Spain - take place in Middlesbrough. With travel both ways, an overnight stay in a local hotel, and the games themselves, it means you go almost thirty-six hours without seeing Leila.

That’s something that shouldn’t be a problem, but is. 

It’s crazy how in just three short days, most of which have been spent with your respective teams anyway, you’ve become dependent on those secret little meetings with Leila. 

You draw against Canada, playing the last ten minutes of the game off the bench, and if you’re in a bad mood on the bus back to St George’s Park the following morning, your England teammates think it’s just because you’re disappointed with your lack of minutes. 

You let them believe that, even though you know the whole point of this tournament is rotation and that you’ll get your chance to start in another game, and sit quietly with your headphones on and your head leaning against the window. You even try to convince yourself that that’s the problem, because the other alternative is admitting to yourself that you miss a girl you’ve been hooking up with for three days.

And so what if the only thing that puts you in a good mood is a message from Leila that says ‘Want to hang out later?’ that lights up your phone when you’re about thirty minutes away from returning to camp?

At least she misses you too.

———

The day before the game against Spain, you’re asked to do the pre-match press conference with Sarina and Leah. You sit at the front of a room that has become familiar to you over the last five days, being one of the regular spots that you keep returning to when you want some alone time with Leila, only this time it’s with your captain and your coach at your side and two dozen reporters all watching intently as they ask about your preparations for the biggest test England have faced so far under the new management.

“We know that Spain has a very distinct style of football,” Leah says, answering one reporter’s question about the opposition. “In some of our recent games - the World Cup qualifiers - we’ve been used to having a lot of possession and a lot of chances. But Spain likes to have the ball, they like to pass the ball around a lot, and we need to make sure we’re patient but also clinical in taking the chances we do get.”

“You’ll both be familiar with some of your opponents tomorrow from your recent Champions League games with Arsenal, but how do you prepare for coming up against star players like Alexia Putellas?”

Leah nods for you to speak and you give your answer.

“There’s no denying that Spain has a lot of quality all over the pitch,” you say. “They’re a team full of world class players. But these are the opponents we want to be playing against as we prepare for the summer. In order to be the best we need to test ourselves against the best.”

The next question goes to Sarina, and you lean back in your chair again as you listen to her response.

———

Later, you’re back in the press conference room, the door locked and the lights off, as Leila peppers your neck with kisses while her hands wander beneath the hem of your shirt and up your sides.

“You think Spain is the best?” she murmurs against the skin of your neck, her voice a low rumble that sends a shiver of arousal throughout your entire body.

Suddenly it all makes sense. No sooner had Leila got you alone and locked the door, did she steer you towards the table at the front of the room, where she pressed you into the exact spot where you sat a couple of hours earlier to speak to the media.

“You watched my press conference?” you ask, letting out a gasp as her teeth find a sensitive spot. 

Leila confirms with a hum.

“I think Spain is one of the best,” you clarify.

Pulling back from your neck to look into your eyes, Leila smirks and asks, “Do you think I’m the best?”

As she speaks, one of her hands toys with the elastic at the bottom of your sports bra.

“At this, yes. At football, I guess we’ll see tomorrow.”

Your teasing seems to be enough to satisfy Leila, who lifts your top over your head and captures your lips in another bruising kiss.

———

The game against Spain the following day finishes goalless. It’s not the result you wanted but the overall performance was good and you know there’ll be lots that Sarina will pick apart and ask you all to learn from the game.

Having been substituted off after around sixty minutes, you push yourself off the bench when the final whistle blows and wander back out onto the pitch. 

You shake hands with a few of the Spanish players and hug your own teammates, before finally going over to Leila, who greets you with a smile and wastes no time asking, “Can I get your shirt?”

“Normally when you want me topless, you take it off yourself,” you tease her, thinking about yesterday’s encounter in the press room as you remove your white England shirt.

She removes her own and whips your leg with it in retaliation for your teasing, before you both swap shirts. It’s cold and rainy and you don’t want to walk around in just your bra so you pull Leila’s jersey on, smoothing out the red fabric.

“Maybe I’ll take it back off you later,” Leila replies, her eyes raking down your body. “You look good wearing my name.”

The look in Leila’s eyes and the slight hint of possessiveness in her voice turns you on more than you’d care to admit.

Your mind is already running at a million miles an hour, playing out fantasies that involve Leila wearing nothing but your England shirt. You briefly wonder if there’s a hidden corner in this stadium, just like the closet you found at the Emirates, where you can show Leila exactly what the vision of her in your jersey is doing to you, but you know it’s an even greater risk here than it was last time.

The fantasies will have to wait for now. 

———

England wins the Arnold Clark Cup after beating Germany and while you’re delighted to get your hands on some silverware and know that it’s a promising sign ahead of the Euros in the summer, there’s a tiny part in the back of your mind that is sad that the international break is coming to an end.

Though you don’t want to admit it, you know that’s probably because of Leila.

You return to St George’s Park for one last night with a medal around your neck. Tomorrow, you go back to London and Arsenal, while Leila will fly back to Spain. Normality will resume and you know it’s unlikely you’ll see Leila again before the Euros at the earliest, when there will be more important things on your mind than hooking up.

But if you only have one more night with Leila, you want to make the most of it. Clearly she does too, because she messages you later that night asking to meet, and you sneak out of your room and down to the communal areas to meet her.

You don’t bother to look for any real privacy, instead taking your time with each other right there in the rec room. Your teammates are all asleep in their beds and now that the tournament is officially over, you don’t really care if you get caught anyway. A twisted part of you actually wants to get caught, wants somebody else to know that at least for these short ten days, Leila has belonged to you and you to her.

But nobody interrupts.

Afterwards, you dress again but instead of returning to your separate rooms, you end up on one of the beanbags together. Your head rests against Leila’s chest, rising and falling with each slow breath she takes, and her fingers play absently with your hair.

It’s perhaps more intimate than all of the actual sex you’ve been having over the last week and a half.

“This has been fun,” you murmur, though your words feel empty compared to the weight of how significant Leila has been to your life in recent days.

“It has,” Leila agrees, pressing her lips to the top of your head.

If the situation was different, if you lived closer together, you might ask Leila out. In all honesty, you haven’t actually talked much, partly due to the language barrier and partly because you’ve just wanted to jump straight to the physical stuff in the limited time you’ve been able to spend together.

Despite that, you’ve clicked with Leila in a way that feels special and you want to get to know her better. How does she take her coffee? Is she a dog person or a cat person? Stupid things like that but also what annoys her, what makes her laugh? What are her fears and ambitions?

Maybe you’ll never know those things.

You doze together on the beanbags, never quite fully drifting off to sleep but much more content in Leila’s arms than you would be if you returned to your empty bed. It’s only when the first glimpse of dawn starts to filter into the room that you reluctantly start to get up to return to your rooms before any of the other players from either team come down. 

You don’t know how to say goodbye so you don’t, parting ways with a silent hug that lasts an eternity but still isn’t long enough. It’s a goodbye that doesn’t quite feel final, but with a huge question mark hanging over when you’ll be able to see Leila again, or even if you’ll get that chance, it does feel like the end of something.

Whatever this has been between you, for now, is over.

[stupendouspizzacomputer]

INSANITY (Hellaverse x isekai male reader) Winners (Part 1):

•Saint peter (Darren criss)

•Molly

•Gabriel (Fnaf/Five nights at Freddy's/fnafvstf2/freddyfazbear/Fnafedit)

•Jeremy (Fnaf/Five nights at Freddy's/fnafvstf2/Fnafedit)

•Susie (Fnaf/Five nights at Freddy's/fnafvstf2/Fnafedit)

•Fritz (Fnaf/Five nights at Freddy's/fnafvstf2/Fnafedit)

•Charlotte (Fnaf/Five nights at Freddy's/fnafvstf2/Fnafedit)

•Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls/The book of Bill)

•Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls/The book of Bill)

•Hatsune miku/Miku Hatsune (Vocaloid/Project Sekai/Prsk)

•Stanford Pines (Gravity Falls/The book of Bill)

•Stanley Pines (Gravity Falls/The book of Bill)

•Audie (animal crossing/Nintendo)

•Cyd (animal crossing/Nintendo)

•Dom (animal crossing/Nintendo)

•Gregory house (House md/Hilson)

•Callie (Splatoon/Splatoon 3/Splatfest/Nintendo)

•Marie (Splatoon/Splatoon 3/Splatfest/Nintendo)

•Nina caliente (ts4/ts4cc/Sims 4/Sims4/the Sims 4/Simblr/Sims4cc/s4cc/Sims/The sims 2/The sims/Ts4 Lookbook/Simblreen)

•Cassandra Goth (ts4/ts4cc/Sims 4/Sims4/the Sims 4/Simblr/Sims4cc/s4cc/Sims/The sims 2/The sims/Ts4 Lookbook/Simblreen)

•Eddie Riaz (911 abc/911 lone star/Ryan Guzman/Buddie/Bucktommy/9-1-1)

•Evan Buckley (911 abc/911 lone star/Oliver Stark/Buddie/Bucktommy/9-1-1)

•Lou Ferrigno jr (911 abc/911 lone Star/Buddie/Bucktommy/9-1-1)

•Aziraphale (Good Omens/Michael Sheen/King of fighters)

•Crowley (Good Omens/David Tennant/King of fighters)

•Hiccup (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Astrid (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Ruffnut (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Tuffnut (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Snotlout (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Fishlegs (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Stoick the Vast (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Valka (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Gobber the Belch (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Luz (Toh/The owl house)

•Amity (Toh/The owl house)

•Izutsumi (Dnd/Dungeon and Dragons/Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi)

•Marcille Donato (Dnd/Dungeon and Dragons/Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi)

•Laios Touden (Dnd/Dungeon and Dragons/Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi)

•Falin Touden (Dnd/Dungeon and Dragons/Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi)

•Chilchuck Tims (Dnd/Dungeon and Dragons/Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi)

•Senshi (Dnd/Dungeon and Dragons/Delicious in Dungeon/ Dungeon Meshi)

•Riddle Rosehearts (Twisted Wonderland/Twst/Disney Twisted Wonderland)

•The adventurer (Ffxiv/Final Fantasy xiv/Final Fantasy)

•Cloud strife (Ffvii/Final Fantasy vii/Final Fantasy)

•Tifa Lockhart (Ffvii/Final Fantasy vii/Final Fantasy)

•Aerith Gainsborough (Ffvii/Final Fantasy vii/Final Fantasy)

•Yuffie Kisaragi (Ffvii/Final Fantasy vii/Final Fantasy)

•Barret Wallace (Ffvii/Final Fantasy vii/Final Fantasy)

•Elisabeth Woolridge Grant (Laba del rey)

•Sakura (le sserafim)

•Kim Chaewon (le sserafim)

•Huh Yunjin (le sserafim)

•Kazuha (le sserafim)

•Hong Eunchae (le sserafim)

•Hyunjin (Skz/Stray kids)

•Felix (Skz/Stray kids)

•Bang Chan (Skz/Stray kids)

•Lee know (Skz/Stray kids)

•I.N (Skz/Stray kids)

•Han (Skz/Stray kids)

•Seungmin (Skz/Stray kids)

•Changbin (Skz/Stray kids)

•Kim Woojin (Skz/Stray kids)

•Daniel Howell/Dan howell (Dan and phil/mcr/amazingphil/terrible influence tour/Phan/Dan and Phil games)

•Phil Lester (Dan and phil/mcr/amazingphil/terrible influence tour/Phan/Dan and Phil games)

•Caitlin Clark (wnba)

•Hello Kitty (Sanrio)

•Till (Alien Stage/Alnst)

•Ivan (Alien Stage/Alnst)

•Luka (Alien Stage/Alnst)

•Mizi (Alien Stage/Alsnt)

•Sua (Alien Stage/Alnst)

•Christen Press (United States)

•Lucy (Ella purnell)

•Suge Knight (Saturday night live)

•MePhone4 (Inanimate Insanity)

•Cm punk (wwe/aew/nxt/wrestling/Fight club/wwe raw/Monday night raw)

•Jude Bellingham (Real Madrid)

•Kit Connor (Heratstopper/Narlie)

•Ramonda (Angela Bassett/Disney/Black lives Matter/Black Tumblr)

•Pomni (The Amazing Digital Circus/Tadc)

•Ragatha (The Amazing digital circus/Tadc)

•Kinger (The Amazing digital circus/Tadc)

•Gangle (The Amazing digital circus/Tadc)

•Zooble (The Amazing digital circus/Tadc)

•Kaufmo (The Amazing digital circus/Tadc)

•Queenie (The Amazing digital Circus/Tadc)

•Princess Loolilalu (The Amazing digital circus/Tadc)

•Martha Mildenhall (The Amazing digital circus/Tadc)

•Victor Hugo (Les miserables/Les mis)

•Peter Parker (Spideypool)

•Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen (Bruce Springsteen)

•Jon Moxley (wwe/aew/nxt/wrestling/Fight Club/wwe raw/Monday night raw)

•Orange Cassidy (wwe/aew/nxt/wrestling/Fight Club/wwe raw/Monday night raw)

•Lara Croft (Tomb Raider)

•Kirby (Kirby/Nintendo)

•Anya (Mouthwashing)

•Sam Reich (Gastronauts)

•Brennan Lee Mulligan (Gastronauts)

•Vic Michaelis (Gastronauts)

•Jakob Wysocky (Gastronauts)

•Oscar Montoya (Gastronauts)

•Kendahl Landreth (Gastronauts)

•Matty Edgell (Gbbo)

•Baby (Neopets)

•Jennie (Jimmy Kimmel Live)

•Chani Kynes (Zendaya/Tomdaya)

•Jannik Sinner (Sincaraz/tennis)

•Carlos Alcaraz (Sincaraz/tennis)

•Ariana Grande-Butera (Ariana Grande)

•Karina (Aespa)

•Winter (Aespa)

•Giselle (Aespa)

•Nigning (Aespa)

•Penelope Featherington (Bridgerton)

•Kermit (Muppets)

•Miss Piggy (Muppets)

•The Princess (Slay the Princess)

•The Doctor (Doctor who)

•Martyn Littlewood (Inthelittlewood)

•Mustafa Kemal Atatürk (Atatürk)

•Bob Belcher (Bob's burgers)

•Gene Belcher (Bob's burgers)

•Tina Belcher (Bob's burgers)

•Linda Belcher (Bob's burgers)

•Louise Belcher (Bob's burgers)

•Elliot (Stardew Valley)

•Tobin Heath (Football)

•Christen Press (Football)

•Filbo Fiddlepie (Bugsnax)

•Eggabell Batternugget (Bugsnax)

•Prince William (Duchess of Cambridge)

[mrhowells]

Smallville 5x06

"How you ever had a crush on Richie Cunningham, I will never understand."

I'm actually so easy to please

"And Lois... *laughs* I'd do anything to get rid of Lois."

but thinking about how annoying she is makes him laugh, soooooo... she's a good influence, I rest my case😌😌

Jonathan knows too, like-

Chloe & Lois as an investigative duo are actually really fun

Lex really lives in Jonathan's head rent free💀💀

ohmygoooooddd

MOTHER.

"She's here to dance."

Chloe really threw Lois under the bus like that I'm cryingsjakjsha

the struggle is real💀

SOOOOO let's see if Jonathan actually apologizes when it turns out Lex didn't do anything

CLARKFNKLJFDISLYS

COVER YOUR EYES SWEET SUMMER CHILD

Lois x bisexual lighting I LIVEEEE

they did that for me😭😌

"I'll have a coke😇" ... "S- straight up, on the rocks.😤"

JAkhsshfdlskaBOOBOO WHAT ARE YOU-

I just choked on my ice cream

LMAOOOOOO bless his heart

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL PART 2 I'M CRYINDHSGFJFKD

I'm really not ready for what's about to go down here😭😭

����DON'T YOU WISH YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS HOT LIKEEE MEEEEEEE🎶

Someone needs to go to jail for that music choice💀💀

TOM WELLING YOUR FACE JOURNEYS. LET ME SAY THANK YOU KING🙇‍♀️

this is history in the making. absolutely iconic.

🎶DON'T YOU WISH YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS WRONG LIKE MEEEEEE🎶🎶

i do wish she was my girlfriend actually they're so right

aaand she's getting into it

ON MY FUCKING KNEES FOR HER MA'AM YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE PLEASEEEE

he's kind of giving me:

PLEASEWSWKRJWOPQP

EVERY SINGLE FRAME OF THIS IS SO FUCKING ICONIC LIKE WHAT DO I EVEN SAY??

it's okay bb, we're all looking respectfully right now

💀💀💀THE STRUGGLE IS REAL PT.3

SOMEONE PLEASE HELP THIS BEAN

kshadjwka his fight or flight is kicking in😭😭

"What are you doing here?" "What are YOU doing here?"

story of their life fr

the struggle has never been more real, pray for Clark💀

.

they did that.

smallville writers really did that.

legend behaviour if you ask me

i would like to take this moment and say thank you.

"I've never been in a position where people look up to me."

This is such a silly statement, Jonathan is literally the person Clark looks up to the most. His bigger personality flaws clearly come from Jonathan's influence💀 (not to say he didn't also learn a lot of good traits from him -he absolutely did- but you know)

I'm really curious what Lex's (and Jonathan's) politics are actually, don't be shy writers tell me👀

SIR I NEED YOU TO STEP AWAY FROM MY WIFE IMMEDIATELY

creepy mf

"Hey 007. Nice of you to show up." "I'll start assuming that means thank you?"

giggling kicking my feet

"I can't touch him." "Well, I can."

I'VE SAID IT BEFORE AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN, MOTHERRRR

pls his face😭

he knows he could never be as cool as her

THIS SHOT MAKES ME FERAL

my parents🥹

(listen the shit i went through to upload this last picture tho, i hit the upload limit and had to delete stuff, then i accidentally deleted the whole post for a second🤡 my whole life flashed before my eyes💀💀)

Lex talking about a guy falling in love with his best friend's wife uh oh, no thank youuuuu😬😬

He was making a good point though.

"The thing I always try to remember is, no matter how much le lays on, he never expects more than he expects from himself."

Clark really grew up didn't he😭😭

"What are you doing, you just moved back in."

from the guy who said "I'd do anything to get of Lois." at the beginning of the episode, what in the clownery🤡🤡

All men do is lie.

she's such a menace, I LOVE HER😭😭

AND HE CAN'T STAY MAD AT HER LOOK AT HIS FACEEEEE

they're secret bffs your honor😭

I LOVE THEMMM IT'S ACTUALLY SO SERIOUS

"And you didn't have to come after me but you always do. So I wanted to say thank you. You're a really good friend."

GOING INSANE ON THIS SATURDAY NIGHT

CUT IT OUT YOU ASSHOLES I'M TRYING TO STAY NORMAL UNTIL SEASON 8 QUIT EYE FUCKINGZFGDUWEOAK

well. stay normal challenge failed again but that's exactly how i thought this would go, sooo

Question for the people: should i even tag Lex in posts like this? I don't think twice about tagging characters like Jonathan because I don't expect fans to look through his tag for him specifically, but i know people do it with Lex and I feel bad at the thought of them having to scroll through me losing my mind over Clois with a few Lex mentions in between. Lex fans lemme know

[skylathescholarly]

My brain has been struggling to support Newsies brainrot and Batfam brainrot, and the result shouldn't surprise you.

Two words: Batfam Newsies AU.

I was struck with it halfway through watching a live production of the Broadway version (amazing), but it would probably be more based on the 1992 movie (childhood favorite, I know it better. As in I can quote it all to you.)

So hear me out- I think Jason as Jack Kelly. In 92sies, Jack Kelly is a fake name, so his real name revealed at the end can be ✨Jason Peter Todd✨! But like, grew up on the streets, no living family, watches out for the younger/newer kids, frustrated with the system. For him, I think, Santa Fe would be a lot more metaphorical, since I can't picture him wanting to leave Gotham, but Santa Fe (the song) just is Jason, you can't tell me otherwise.

Tim as Crutchy, and here's where more of the Broadway comes in, because I love their sibling dynamic in it, and it's a little less so in 92sies. Still there, but not as much. The live show I saw had a younger girl as Crutchy, and their dynamic was just amazingggg. Anyway. Maybe he ran away, maybe his parents died early, maybe they just ditched him, whatever. He does this now.

Dick as Davey, Damian as Les. Now their personalities don't match up quiiiite as well, but I think it could be done. If Dami's a little younger, perhaps. I'm thinking Dick got shuttled into the orphanage and met Dami, and bc it's still Gotham, the orphanage sucks and they're supposed to go make money or whatever. I dunno, that's the tricky bit.

We can keep Snyder, Medda (unless you wanted to put Selina there, but I don't really see it.) the Delanceys and Weasel, and the rest of the gang of newsies as is, unless anyone has suggestions for them. I'm all ears!

I'd go by the movie for this and have Clark Kent be Bryan Denton, the reporter, mostly because I can't really think of anyone to fit the role of Katherine, and definitely not someone I'd ship with Jason. Plus then, Pulitzer can be Lex Luthor and that's amazing to me lol.

And finally Bruce as Governor of New York Gotham, Teddy Roosevelt! I'd definitely have him play a larger role. You have Jason/Jack hitching a ride on his carriage from the Refuge, and then maybe trying to steal his tires or something later on, they talk, blah blah blah, strike stuff.

Of course, at the end of the strike and all, the brothers are closer than ever, and the nice old Governor is like "mine"

I don't know if this is even coherent, but please feel free to add your ideas!! If you use this to write a fic (please someone, I want to but I'm so busy, maybe eventually) just make sure to credit 😊 if there are any Newsies x Batman fics, PLEASE link them!!! I'd love to see it!

[drghostwrite]

Takes a village

Pairing: Clarke Griffin x preg!wife!reader

Summary: little bit of an AU where reader gets married to Clarke and while a war is raging outside reader goes into labor but clarke isn’t there so she gets help from unlikely sources.

******************************************************** You looked around the den of the “house” you were currently occupying, tired and stressed faces planning the next strategies. It had been a few years and after some wandering you had found a gated community with some houses still intact so others helped rebuild and even built some smaller shacks around creating a new community. With Clarke being in charge you had the biggest house in the center, the meant when hard times happened your house was a meeting place.

this latest meeting between the clans resulted in multiple death threats and battles started so due to the treaty with Lexa your people were on the front lines helping to win this war, that also meant your wife was out there with them.

You turned in your bed hearing the rain crash down outside your window, you slid out from under the covers and watched as the lightning flashed outside the window and thunder cracked. You ran a hand over your swollen 9 month belly knowing that your wife was on the front lines somewhere fighting. All you could think of was her fighting through hoards covered in mud while the rain poured down on them and conditions worsened. A slight cramping pulled you from your thoughts and you tried getting your mind off of the storms raging outside. You made your way down the hall and into the bathroom quietly trying not to alert Abby and the others downstairs, you leaned against the sink splashing cool water in your face, you felt some more cramping you focused trying to figure out what was going on before getting anyone else up.

1 hour later a you found yourself in the same position except this time pacing back and forth in your bedroom one hand pressing into your lower back as the other rubbed soothing circles on your bump, contractions were getting closer and stronger as the night grew longer. You continued trying to fight it not wanting to wake anyone, 15 minutes and two contractions later and your water had broken, you’d had it you couldn’t take anymore silence so you let out a low moan, the house remained silent so you kept fighting through yourself.

———meanwhile———

Abby was laid on the couch of her daughter’s living room sound asleep when she thought she heard someone awake, she slowly sat up and let her eyes adjust to the dark room, Raven, Jasper and Monty were sound asleep in their respective spots. She leaned back and was drifting back to sleep when she heard another noise, this time she recognized it a low moan, but it was coming from Y/N and Clarke’s bedroom.

If she were in labor she would wake me up, right? She thought to herself, she waited in silence not 10 minutes later hearing it again. She got up and gently made her way to your room.

“Y/N?” You heard a gentle voice call out but you were in the middle of a contraction so groaning was your best answer. You heard hurried footsteps and felt as a hand came to your back and the other wrapped around your bicep guiding you towards the bed, you reached out grasping onto the bedpost.

“Abby…I…the baby, it's the baby,” you said gritting your teeth together.

"Okay...," she whispered softly and ran a hand over your torso feeling the muscles strain against themselves. she looked up hand still placed on your bump, looking around the room she could tell you'd been up for a while.

“Oh, Y/N sweetheart, you’re in labor,” she said gently.

“Nnghh…Oh God…no, no...I can't"

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Mmm…Abby, I think my water broke.” you said looking into her eyes worriedly.

“Okay, that’s okay, how long ago?” she ran a hand over your back trying to help soothe the tightening muscles.

“I’m not sure maybe 10-15 minutes I’ve been battling these contractions nonstop,” you said raising your face towards the ceiling and letting tears roll down as another dull pain started to roll through you again.

“how long have you been contracting?”

“I…um… what time is it?”

“2:33 am”

“God since 10ish…mmhhhmm” you tried answering as another wave crashed over you.

“Okay breathe, just breathe,” she coached you through rubbing circles on your back, “so 4 1/2 hours… why didn’t you come get me?”

“I didn’t want to bother you if it’s a false alarm… with Clarke not being here and everything going on out there I thought it might just be from worrying.”

“Y/N that’s stress, which can cause early labor and I’m a doctor, that’s why you should come get me… and besides that’s my grand baby in there, so you’re not bothering me.” She smiled reassuringly at you as you grimaced still unsure. “Listen Clarke is my daughter and whether I like it or not, you’re her wife. I know we started off rough bc in came this hotshot security guru and trauma nurse and you worked with me and we pulled some crazy stunts but you became like a daughter to me so when Clarke fell in love with you I knew it was only a matter of time before I’d be calling you family.” She admitted, soothing any doubts you had about her.

“Abby, I’m sorry.”

“For what sweetheart, you never did anything wrong and you and Clarke and this baby mean a whole lot to me.”

”I just… God this hurts.” You said another contraction taking hold of you.

“Okay let’s get you on the bed so I can check you out.” She said helping you slide your pants off and helping you into the bed, running into your bathroom, and returning with an obstetric kit.

"Wait where did you find that?"

"Clarke made me get one and stash it in the house just in case you went into labor and couldn't leave."

"I...of course she did," you said placing a hand on your forehead and shaking your head slowly, Clarke was always worrying about you and when you got pregnant it only made it worse for you, her internal worry about when you would run point for missions became more outward every day, and when your bump finally started to show forget it.

“Y/N this is gonna be awkward but I need you to spread your legs for me,” Abby said pulling you back to reality.

“Wh…what but you’re…”

“I know it’s not ideal,” she said pulling on some gloves as you sat there.

“It’s gonna have to work.” You said flopping back against the pillows letting her examine you, you felt her fingers and pressure trying not to move as she quickly tried examining you but she abruptly stopped.

“Shit…”

“what is it? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, you’re just pretty far progressed.”

“how far?” She waited a couple seconds too long, “Abby how far?!”

“10 centimeters, I can feel baby’s head,” she said trying to figure out what to do.

“No…gaahhh.” You groaned. Abby held your hand coaching you through.

“Wait, wait, Clarke, I need Clarke…I need my wife.”

“Okay…” Abby ran downstairs waking the others, “Raven get me towels fresh water, a knife or scissors and any medical supplies you can find… Jasper and Monty you get in the rover and go get my daughter back here ASAP… tell her Y/N is in labor, and this baby is not waiting.” All three moved very rapidly as Abby was back at your side.

“Okay the boys are getting her but in the meantime I need you to stay calm and listen,” you slowly nodded at her.

———on the battlefield———

Clarke looked up to see headlights barreling towards her, she had just made it back towards her tent and was leaving to go back to the front lines again. The rover skidded to a stop in front of her Jasper jumping out.

“Clarke…Clarke!” He called out of breath.

“Jasper what’re you doing here I thought you were back in the colony?”

“I am or I was… but that doesn’t matter now.”

“is something going on?… Jasper, is everyone okay? Y/N, the baby?” she asked worry sinking in.

“yes, I mean no… errr I think so… Y/N went into labor and your mom said the baby isn’t waiting.”

“I… okay, I need to get back can you and Monty handle command here?”

“I…I think so.”

“just follow Bellamy and Lexa and you’ll be fine.” She said jumping in her rover and driving as fast as humanely possible to get back to you

———meanwhile———

15 minutes later it was go time, “God I feel like I need to push.”

“okay, listen to your body, it knows what to do.” Abby said reassuring you as you gritted through another contraction bearing down, she held one of your hands while her other ran up and down your thigh letting you know she was there.

“Aaagghh… where’s Clarke?”

“I’m not sure but I need you to focus now Y/N… focus on you and this baby.”

"It...it hurts so much."

"I know... but I really need you to focus, Y/N look at me." you opened your eyes making contact with hers. " Y/N this baby needs you to focus, I need you to listen to your body, on the next contraction I need a big push."

"It hurts though."

"That's because you're crowning, your baby's head is right here I can see it."

You gripped at the sheets beneath you as you pushed through another contraction. Seconds later the contraction ended but before you could speak another word another contraction came next to the previous you fought with gritted teeth and heard as quick footsteps resounding up the stairs and barged into the bedroom.

“Y/N? Mom?” You heard Clarke ask as she stepped into the dimly lit room, the sight before her was her worst nightmare her wife laid back laboring on their shared bed, hair plastered to her sweaty features as she strained through a contraction, her mom was coaching her wife through contraction after contraction trying to aid in delivering their baby, the sheets beneath you lightly tinted red with blood.

“Clarke… thank God you’re here.”

“Uh yea… I’m here, I’m sorry, but I’m here.” She said running over and climbing onto the bed behind you. You laid back on her chest as she swiped sweaty strands of hair off of your forehead and neck she placed a kiss to your temple.

“I’m so happy you’re here.”

“I know love I know, I’m sorry I couldn’t be here sooner.” she said making intense eye contact with her mom.

“that’s not… Oh God, here comes another one.” You gritted pushing back against Clarke.

"Is she okay?."

"huh?" you said in between breaths.

"the blood is normal, nothing to worry about right now," Abby spoke reassuringly, but she wasn't going to let you know that she was slightly worried, blood was normal but if didn't stop bleeding you could hemorrhage and she wasn't set up to handle that right now. you gritted through another contraction and Clarke speaking to you pulled Abby back to reality.

“Okay, okay, Y/N just one more I just need one more big push.”

“Come on love you got this, one more push and we meet our baby.”

You shook your head in response giving one last push before you finally felt your baby’s body slip from your own. Abby laughed as she wrapped your little boy in a towel. “It’s a boy, you have a little boy.”

“A son we have a son!” Clarke exclaimed as you chuckled tiredly as Abby handed you the baby. Abby left the room to grab some more towels leaving you and your baby in your wife’s arms and that’s how you spent the rest of that night into the early morning, sleeping peacefully as a newfound family of three.

[otakusparkle]

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Wandering winds

AU: The Terror (2018)

James Fitzjames x Original Female Character fanfic

Summary: Alexandra Walton’s life was always surrounded with sea: either it was her walks near the seashore with its cold waters, or deep sea of her senses. Her father taught her to throw herself headlong into it, without fear of being drowned and she used to it since her childhood. She dived into love with the same courageous way. And even when everything and everyone was talking about the hopeless state of things she continued to believe in the opposite: that her loved one will return to her safely.

Chapter 2. The Unseen its truth reveals

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That day in January when the reception for welcoming heroes of The First Opium War took place in the Admiralty was sunny but cold. It felt like the sky and the sun shared the joy with us.

Birds were singing peacefully on tree branches, when my room was in the chaos of preparations: the red-coloured evening gown made in the latest Parisian fashion with corset which needed to be laced tightly over my bodice and wide, sweeping skirt with layers of flounces and exposed shoulders was hanging on my wardrobe.

The opened small box with golden necklace with ruby inside of it was standing beside my writing table, waiting to be put around my neck: it belonged to my mother before and was passed down from generation to generation.

White boots with small heels were standing beside slightly opened door, leading to the corridor of family's house, where loud echo of my brother's footsteps in his lacquered boots could be heard.

My elder brother used to walk around the house when he was preparing for such events, and used to search for either his gloves or wax for boots.

He did the same thing the evening before our arrival to the Admiralty. Every detail of his look, his jacket, his medals on it, his sword and gloves: everything needed to shine. On that memorable evening in particular: my brother Commander Alexander Walton was one of heroes of The First Opium War.

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My family was one of the most noble naval dynasties in the United Kingdom:

Father was sea lord Admiral Lord Henry Walton; he held Arctic expeditions to discover passages and was among the first men ever to see the continent and the volcanoes. He retired from his naval duties in 1844 and dedicated his time to The Arctic Council. Both my father and Alexander were in Arctic expeditions, that’s why they were both respected members of the Council.

In the evenings, when we had our dinners, they loved to tell stories about their expeditions and battles, when my father was Captain of ships Minotaur and Timor and my brother was Commander of ships Ares and Chimera. I have always listened to such stories with excitement.

My father’s younger brother – my uncle Sir Charles Walton was Vice Admiral and my late grandfather was sea lord Admiral Lord William Walton.

Alexander continued the dynasty of our family, who not only became Commander at young age – he was also one of youngest members of The Arctic Council, even though his heart belonged to battles. He was sure that during them the real naval officer was born. I was very proud of him, when he returned back home safely after The First Opium War, before the reception in the Admiralty.  

When we hugged each other tightly the day he entered his home after the war, tears of joy came from my eyes. Of course, my brother used to drive me mad sometimes, and we had fights when we were children, but the connection between each other was unbreakable and we always deeply cared for one another.

I remembered very little about my mother Lady Catherine: she died of pneumonia when I was little girl. Father was in Arctic expedition at time when it happened, me and Alexander were with our grandmother then. Never saw my brother crying, and he didn’t cry when mother died, but he didn’t talk with anyone for a couple of days after the funeral.

But during my childhood and adolescence I didn't feel abandoned or lonely: I found company by Alexander, until he entered the Royal Navy at the age of twelve. We wrote each other whenever we could, and when he was coming home from his sea trips – Alexander passionately talked about his adventures, what kind of mates he met on board the ship – some of them became his best friends; and in a very serious manner he asked me about my days.

My father knew Sir John Franklin, and from my adolescence I was in a company of his niece Sophia Cracroft. She was a little older than me, but it didn’t prevent the development of our close friendship. With Sophia I had endless talks about all the girls’ things and interests, walk in parks, had tea parties and attended reading club every Sunday afternoon.

I found my comfort in reading books: novels kept me intrigued when poems fascinated me: they brought me to unusual places where I've never been and made me feel variety of strong emotions which overwhelmed me. Especially books and poems about passionate and pure love which I’ve never experienced in my life, I never knew what it was.

But then the evening reception happened.

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“Hurry up, Alex, the carriage must leave in ten minutes!”, Alexander called me, when I was putting the finishing touches on my look: sprayed perfume and put on my mother’s necklace.

“Be downstairs in few moments, Commander Walton!”, I replied loudly and glanced at my face in the mirror, checking the styling of my long dark brown hair, which was gathered into a bun with a pearl hairpin.

The feeling of anticipation filled me inside just how it always happened before events like going to the ballet or balls with officers at Admiralty. As if something magical which was going to happen, the excitement of meeting brother's friends and dancing almost all night long, arriving back home early in the morning.

My father and Alexander who was putting on his hat and gloves were in the entrance hall when the carriage was waiting for us outside. Doors opened and I felt the frozen air filling in my lungs.

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“Henry and Graham must be there tonight, both of them came from their sails couple of days ago”, my brother said to me, as he took out his watch from the inside pocket of his jacket to check the time.

Commander Graham Gore and Lieutenant Henry Le Vesconte were my brother’s close friends since his first years in the Royal Navy. It was always good to see them and have small chat with both of them as they were good companions. I found them very amusing and whenever they paid Alexander a visit for their evening gatherings in our house, or they attended balls: they always cheered me up. Alexander, Graham and Henry were the main attention in all the parties I visited: all ladies were attracted to them and other young officers wanted to be their mates. They were leading the scene in balls, and at the same time they were the bright future of the Royal Navy.

Alexander knew that I considered both Gore and Le Vesconte as nice friends and good officers and never as my potential partners, but at the same time he knew that Graham Gore was very interested in me. He told me about it in a couple of days before the ball. But he didn't stop his tryings in finding me a good husband.

I gave my brother a look and returned my gaze at the fogged glass in the carriage. The streets were busy, as they usually were, and the carriage was moving too slow, trying to cut through narrow but short pathways leading to the Admiralty.

“You know perfectly well that I’m interested in their humour and their talks rather than in them”, I said with a quiet voice.

I didn’t want my father to begin his lecture about how it was important for me to find good decent man for me, preferably someone from The Royal Navy, and marry him because I was turning twenty-eight in the summer of 1844 and at that age all of ladies who I used to know were already married and had children.

Thankfully, this time father didn’t want to interfere in our dialogue, but he glanced at both of us and smirked.

“Oh, I know this indeed, Alex”, my brother put his watches back inside the pocket and look at me, “But it’s going to be a very long day today and there will be other officers who came from war with me and I got to know some of them very well and I believe that you’ll find their company very curious and amusing as well…”

“I’ll find a curious and amusing company of Sophia, but thank you very much for thinking about me and my feelings”, I snapped and checked my face in the compact mirror which I had in my purse.

“I’m serious, Alexandra”, my brother replied and I looked directly into his eyes, “One of them has become a very close friend of mine during the war and I actually think you might be interested in each other.”

“Good Lord, Alexander, know I want to meet this lad as well, if you believe that he’s a good man for our Alexandra”, my father chuckled, and I glanced at him.

“He is a very good man, father. And a very good commander as well”, my brother said and then looked back at me and took my hand in his, “You should consider my words, Alex”

Surprisingly for myself, this time I didn’t want to shove my hand off and roll my eyes. This time I didn’t want to respond to my brother with sarcasm. Alexander was talking seriously. He always did when it was the family matter.

“The Admiralty, my Lord”, the carriage stopped and we heard the voice of our coachman.

“Just in time”, my father looked at his watches he took from his pocket when the door of the carriage opened and small snowflakes filled the carriage.

I took a deep breath and came out of the carriage, taking my brother’s arm. My heart started to beat faster with every step that I made when was going up the stairs of the Admiralty when the long and cheerful day which would transform into winter’s evening and night full of dances has just begun.

[nightwngz]

𝓢𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 ୨ ໋ ˳ ⊹ esp. . . !

superman, wonder woman and batman x f!reader

ADVERTENCIAS: smut drabble, gang bang, muy poca degradación sexual, masturbación, sexo oral, p in v. Diana!bisexual.

NOTA: este es primer relato de un au smut de la liga de la justicia. Pueden contribuir a este si gustan dando sugerencias o ideas.

Siempre hubo algo extraño e inverosímil en esos tres desde el momento en el que los conociste.

Todos escondían secretos. Esconder secretos, según tú, era una de las partes más comunes de la esencia humana. No te interesaba saber lo que todos ocultaban, pero a tu mente curiosa le obsesionaba saber que guardaba la santa trinidad de la liga de la justicia bajo su elegante y sofisticada fachada de héroes; la cual nadie atrevería a poner en duda o cuestionar.

El precio que tuvo que pagar tu curiosidad fue más costoso de lo que jamás hubieses imaginado que conllevaría una deuda a saldar. Ahora, eras parte de esa locura y por más que quisieras no podrías escapar.

La buena noticia era que tampoco querías.

Supiste que estabas conforme con pertenecer en el momento en el que los sentiste por completo a los tres.

Es que era difícil pensar en otra cosa cuando te encontrabas atada en una silla completamente desnuda y sin poder moverte mientras tres pares de ojos azules te analizaban.

La hermosa princesa de Themyscira no tenía ninguna vergüenza en clavarse en tu dulce entrepierna. Sus dedos se resbalaron por tus labios vaginales empapados en un sonido tan vulgarmente obsceno que provocó que accidentalmente te removieras en tu silla.

Miraste atentamente a las dos figuras masculinas mientras intentabas acercarte a Diana lo máximo que tu cuerpo lo permitiese para poder besarla y sentir aún más profundo sus dedos en tu interior.

Pero antes de que pudieses llegar a sus labios fuiste brutalmente apartada por el hombre de acero que tuvo una clara intención de probar tu boca primero. No es que te quejaras; la lengua de Clark era un paraíso. Tenía una extraña pero caliente conexión con tus labios, por lo que te convertía en un desastre de inmediato. ¿Quien diría que el último poder de superman sería hacer empapar tan fácilmente a sus víctimas?

Aunque, no te merecías que fueran buenos contigo. Al contrario, tendrías que ser castigada por insubordinación. Lo que hiciste no tenía perdón.

En tú defensa, no sabías que eras exclusiva del trío y que no podías acostarte con otras personas. Las reglas no habían estado demasiado claras cuando los conociste así como cuando comenzaron con sus aventuras de sexo sin compromiso.

Por supuesto no eras exclusiva de absolutamente nadie y eso ibas a dejarlo en claro a futuro. Ahora mismo estabas demasiado ocupada en correrte sobre los dedos de Diana perforando tu coño que no tuviste tiempo suficiente para pensar en otra cosa.

Bruce se sintió en cierto punto cansando de observar. Llegaste a pensar que quizás estaba imaginando cuál de todas las torturas posibles sería la correcta para hacerte sufrir justo como a él le gustaba.

La adoración que el murciélago tenía por como tú coño lo envolvía tan cálidamente sacaba la parte más dominante y morbosa de su interior. La vista de cómo en ese momento su polla entraba y salía de tu pequeño agujero al mismo tiempo que tu boca se comía muy alegremente la erección de Clark y tus dedos el clítoris de Diana fue completamente suficiente como para ponerse en el borde del orgasmo.

Te atragantabas con la punta rozando tu campanilla. Ni siquiera podías concentrarte lo suficiente por lo fuerte que estaba penetrándote. El placer era abrazador.

— Mira a nuestra pequeña zorra. Ni siquiera puede concentrarse en chupar una buena polla mientras la están follando. — Comentó Wayne. Seguía moviéndose justo en tu punto dulce; cada vez más rápido, cada vez más preciso.

— Ella se ha portado demasiado mal. Aunque, ¿deberíamos darle un premio? Siempre nos toma tan bien. — Kent continúa, preguntando. Empiezas a controlar el ritmo de tu boca aunque de cierta manera sigue siendo un poco difícil.

— ¡Oh, Hera! — Gime la princesa de Themyscira. — Esto se siente tan bien. — Sus dedos no resisten a intentar a ayudarse para poder correrse sobre tu mano.

Esta es definitivamente la mejor parte del día, la que más disfrutabas. Y por supuesto, ese era el placer culposo que conllevaba el guardar un secreto. El secreto que compartían los cuatro.

[medievalandfantasymelee]

Hot Medieval & Fantasy Melee Masterpost

Qualifying Round: Day 6

“Le Maître d'Armes” [Christian Bujeau] VS. "One-Eye" [Mads Mikkelsen]

Edward Seymour [Claude Rains] VS. King Caspian X [Samuel West]

Ramsay Bolton [Iwan Rheon] VS. Jon Snow [Kit Harrington]

Robin Hood [Douglas Fairbanks] VS. Haldir [Craig Parker]

Gu Tingye [Feng Shaofeng] VS. Gündoğdu Bey [Kaan Taşaner]

Hubert Hawkins [Danny Kaye] VS. Saburo Naotora Ichimonji [Daisuke Ryu]

Giuliano de Medici [Bradley James] VS. Jack [Tom Cruise]

Hotspur [Joe Armstrong] VS. Prince Humperdink [Chris Sarandon]

Jaskier [Joey Batey] VS. Robin Hood [Cary Elwes]

Prince Jingim [Remy Hii] VS. Ragnar Lothbrok [Travis Fimmel]

Wortmtongue [Brad Dourif] VS. Littlefinger [Aiden Gillen]

Madmartigan [Val Kilmer] VS. Podrick Payne [Daniel Portman]

Hugh Beringar [Sean Pertwee] VS. Prince John [Claude Rains]

Prince Henry [Dougray Scott] VS. Massetto [Dave Franco]

Henry V [Tom Hiddleston] VS. Arthur Pendragon [Oliver Tobias]

James Douglas [Aaron Taylor Johnson] VS. Richard IV [Brian Blessed]

The Red Death [John Westbrook] VS. The Sheriff of Nottingham [Peter Cushing]

Man With Snake [Barry John Clarke] VS. Philip II [Timothy Dalton]

Prince John [Oscar Isaac] VS. Willow Ufgood [Warwick Davis]

King Richard [Timothy Omundson] VS. Figwit [Bret McKenzie]