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Don't you guys want the second season to be filled with Leah/Fatin "i am falling in love with you, hard" moments, and then have all the angst and gay energy in our screens until one of them cannot take it anymore aaaand, there it is, a love confession that's more like "i am in love with you and this is unbearable" scene? Cause same.
Hello fellow gays and not gays. I was feeling too bored to play video games, so I decided to be productive by writing fanfic. This is a soft Leatin scene while the girls are still on the island. If you happen to read it feel free to comment or even text me, and if you enjoy it and want more, or really anything else, just give me a prompt. I am not making any promises, but I like meeting new people, and i enjoy writing. Note. English is not my native language. Thank you in advance. Stay safe everyone ❤️
The sun was sinking in the horizon, the sea was calm and the waves were soft and everything and everyone were filled with the serenity this hour of the day was bringing. Some of the girls were taking a nap, the rest were feeling peaceful and for the first time in a long time, it felt like a Sunday.
Fatin was gazing at the sunset, and then at Leah, and then at the sunset again. Leah was sitting a little too further away to notice, but she was feeling this urge to turn her head at Fatin and look at her. She didn't do it though. She stood up and she started walking across the seashore. She was feeling confused, she didn't understand, and despite the fact that everything was alright just a moment ago, she was now feeling angry, at herself, at the island, at everything and everyone. Fatin watched her as she was distancing herself and just couldn't help the need to go after her. Toni was sitting next to her, she opened her mouth to ask her if she thinks Leaf is okay, but immediately regreted it. She chose to stay silent. And she stood on her feet, and, after a brief moment of decisiveness, she was heading in the direction Leah was heading.
Leah was fighting with herself at that moment, all of her insecurities had surfaced and she felt like she was mentally, suffocating. Fatin was approaching her but she hadn't noticed until she heard her voice.
"Leah, love, are you feeling okay?"
She turned around and she looked at her, and felt like crying. Her eyes teared up but she was still, barely, holding her composure. She took a few steps back, and sat down. She couldn't look at her without crying.
"Give me a moment, i am fine, just, give a moment"
Fatin responded with tenderness in her voice. "I can leave, it's okay, i didn't mean to bother you. I" ll leave you alone."
Leah raised her eyes and looked at her. She seemed worried, and she didn't want her to leave.
"No, don't leave. Stay"
A few teardrops were falling down her cheeks, and Fatin noticed, and Fatin sat down next to her and wiped them with her fingers and palms, as Leah smiled, and she even gave away a tiny little chuckle. It was relief. She looked at the girl sitting next to her, the same girl who was smiling at her and the same girl whose hands just moment ago took away her teardrops from her face. She didn't feel embarrassed. There was intensity between them, but in a way that was soft, and kind, and it made her smile. Fatin was not speaking, she was giving her space, she was just sitting next to her, and was really happy just doing so. Leah realized that all she was thinking about was Fatin. And then she thought about everything she was feeling before, and felt like sinking again.
"I feel hopeless Sometimes. I can't fight it, sometimes i, i fear i can't fight it"."
Fatin's smile slowly faded away after hearing Leah's statement.
They were no longer looking at each other, but the space between them was basically non existent, as Leah's left, and Fatin's right hand were touching. They were both looking at the remainings of the sunset. A quiet and sublte easiness was spreading in the atmosphere again.
"I wish i could do something, anything, to help you."
Seeing you like this breaks my heart into a million pieces. She thought, but she didn'tsay it out loud.
Leah looked at her, she was beautiful with the sun's dim light facing her face and her colourful outfit, her elbows facing the sand and holding her weight.
"You are helping me."
She said it and waited for her eyes to turn to her, but didn't. It took her a moment but she replied.
"Now you are just being nice to me."
Leah wanted to defend herself, but most importantly she wanted to defend Fatin from feeing like that.
"Fatin, you are helping me, you have no idea how much." Her voice cracked a little at the end. Her eyes started being wet again.
Fatin was now looking at her.
She responded with a smile on her face.
"I am obviously not." There was no bitterness in her voice, no hard feelings.
"Fuck, Fatin, you are really helping me i mean it."
"It's hot when you are cursing, you know that right?"
Leah looked at her and both laughed. Leah laughed with her eyes still wet.
"Fatin, i am not being nice to you. It's quite the opposite actually."
Their hands were still touching.
"And how is the act of cursing hot?" asked while her laugh was fading.
"I mean, cursing in general. Not cursing at someone. It's the energy. It's the frustration that gets externalized. It's the expression of the feelings we keep bottled up. I am angry all the time. I find cursing kinda beautiful."
The sun was now gone, the afternoon's sky was slowly changing into a night's sky and the two girls continued sitting there, with their hands touching.
Leah didn't say anything fearing that it would probably end up being a love confession. They stayed there, Fatin was always patient with her, and Leah felt grateful for sharing this moment with her, for sharing any moment with her.
"Thank you."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
She seemed confused but she was still smiling.
"I am expressing my gratitude."
She replied already smiling "You read a lot."
Leah's voice was steady now. "Thank you for being around, i mean it."
"It's a shame we didn't hang out at school. And we are hanging out now, but it's not the same, is it?"
"Well, it's not, but, at least we are hanging out now. Right?"
"Our plane crashed and we are, who the fuck knows where, let's hope not for the rest of eternity, but yeah at least we are hanging out now."
They were holding a laugh, both of them.
"Shut up." Said Leah and slightly and playfully hit Fatin's arm. Their hands were now no longer touching.
Fatin looked at her "I am happy to have met you Leah. Even like this"
My one braincell right now
OH FUK, THEY ARE FUCKING GIRLFRIENDS.
For the love of god, what's the financial situation for a season of a tv series. I mean, how much does it cost? In general. And then specifically. I am so tired of all of the fuckers cancelling lesbian themed tv series. If all of the fandom got together could we possibly fucking pay? I would gladly pay 50 bucks for my favourite lesbians to come back to life. If there are 100.000 of us that's 5 fucking million. HOW MUCH? GIVE US A PRICE.
at this point just admit what your problem is
sapphic media: *exists* networks:
whats like your top 5 ships of all time in any fandom or movie or show or game.
OKAY SO: this will not be in any specific order and if i leave any out i’m so sorry. i’m also only doing movies n tv shows because books are a whole other category
1. david and matteo from druck!
2. cal and andre from zero day!
3. stu and billy from scream!
4. young shauna and lottie from yellowjackets!
5. hannibal and will from hannibal!
honorable mentions: laura lee and lottie from yellowjackets, grizz and sam from the society, neil and todd from dead poets society, leah and fatin from the wilds, even and isak from skam, and kieu my and fatou from druck!
Close enough!! Welcome back Shauna shipman
Aww hell nah they enemies to lovers’d my jackieshauna
You can’t take my shows about lesbians being stranded in the wilderness out of my cold dead hands if you tried!!!
Just finished the wilds and I’m about to watch class of 07 🙏🏻🙏🏻 and anymore recommendations would be greatly appreciated (I’ve already seen Yellowjackets)
#4 ~ your choice who!
a headcanon to spite canon specifically
idk if spite is the right word but anyway
BECCA KISSED SHELBY BACK, BECCA LOVED SHELBY BACK, IN A bEST FRIEND WAY BUT ALSO A GAY WAY
i will die on this hill, no arguments
Besides everything that we went through in 2020, at least we got some amazing wlw representation to warm our hearts!
Let's just hope that 2021 brings more and more content to make us happy!
Let's go lesbians, let's go.
i have the gut feeling that Toni and Kirin will butt heads a few times next season, they both have short fuses and have that protectiveness over their friends.
the wilds has been cancelled after s2..
no shoni getting back together.
no canon leatin.
rachel won’t ever find out her sisters alive.
they won’t find out seth is alive. ew.
we won’t see them all live in the bunker/on the island together.
f you amazon prime.
hell v heaven.
pairings. harry bingham x fem!reader
about. reader gets scolded by her friend only for harry to defend her
warnings. swearing
from ricky's mailbox to yours. I don't expect anything from this, I just wanted to post because I miss this damn show
west ham was always ordinarily boring and filled to the brim with people who had their pockets filled with more than enough money to know what to do with.
your life was a repetitive process and ran on a schedule that really never changed unless you chose to eat breakfast for once in your life, which you never really did--or take your mom up on the offer to go on walks—which you also really never did.
the day you got off that bus and found no parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, or even siblings was a day you couldn’t help but sigh in relief with finding a loss of obligations and responsibilities. you felt a lift from your shoulders and a greatness fill your chest as you finally let go and fell from your schedule.
but it wasn’t funny and you were no longer having any fun the moment you discovered your situation was permanent and a forest had overgrown all roads and tracks out of this new found nightmare of yours.
“you think god's trying to teach us a lesson?” you looked up from your book seeing your friend maddie who had her lips pressed into a thin line, still trying to figure out this whole predicament.
even as this was a nightmare and you weren’t used to change, you found yourself leaning away from getting caught up in caring so much or getting too emotional about it. you figured you could be in worse situations and at least you were still alive.
“i don’t think it’s that deep,” you mumbled carelessly, flipping the page to your book, not sparing another glance to her till she stands up with a huff and grumble, clenching and unclenching her fists while exiting harry’s living room.
but then she felt herself flipping around, facing you and your slightly confused expression, “what’s your problem?”
you frowned a little deeper as she stood before you with her poised posture, seeming more angered than you had ever seen her, “what?-” you shared a look with harry who seemed just as lost as you did before she cut you off.
“because ever since we discovered we’re trapped here it seems like you couldn’t give a damn and it’s really pissing me off,” she exhaled roughly with her chest puffing in and out with air, like she had been waiting a long time to say this. “you’re not here for anyone and i haven’t heard you cry once either, y/n.”
“you want me.. you want me to cry?” you raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback.
“yes, y/n, because i’m really close to thinking you’re a sociopath-”
“woah, woah, woah, maddie” harry shook his head with his lips deeply curved downwards, “shut up.”
“don’t tell me to ‘shut up’ harry.”
“don’t be a cunt, maddie,” he scoffs, looking at her as if she were a fool. his stare is harsh and she even slowly begins to feel like one with how hard and taunting his eyes are.
if harry had a skill in something, it'd be his way of looking down on people and making them feel his disgust and repulsion toward them. harry had to be one of the most arrogant people you had met, but at least his arrogance came in handy in situations where you needed defense.
"whatever, harry," she rolls her eyes at him, trying to push off the sickening feeling he pushed on to her. "you two deserve each other, especially if you're both enjoying this little vacation we were gifted."
harry sits in the grey chair maddie previously sat in, "you okay?"
"yeah, I'm good."
“you sure?”
you look up to him, finally meeting his dialed in expression that was genuine and curious to your well being.
strange.
it was things like this that gave you somewhat joy that you no longer had a schedule, that kept you from hating your new reality.
west ham turning upside down revealed a lot about your fellow classmates and even best friend’s character, as seen seconds ago. you couldn’t decipher whether or not you found joy in the fact of that, but right now, with harry sitting across from you and close to reach out to you, was something you knew you enjoyed.
before, in your tight knit schedule, harry didn’t fit in it. he was only a family friend you saw at birthdays and conjoined vacations since the beginning of your memory, but nothing more.
“yeah, i’m sure,” you pressed your lips into a thin line.
“i don’t think she understands people handle grief differently,” he looks sympathetic but drops any attempt to move closer with a reach of comfort upon realization that you were really fine.
“you think i’m in grief?”
he pauses, doesn’t look at you for a minute with silence as he narrows his eyebrows before looking up to meet your eyes, “i mean, aren’t we all?”
aren’t we all?
jesus, maybe you were a sociopath.
“i-uh-“
“y/n,” he stops you, shaking his hand. “when-when my father died, i didn’t think it was real. all these people came up to me, your parents, all would walk up, apologize, offer their condolences, but i never really understood. what was the big deal?—just a death, right?”
he offers an awkward smile with a glance through his eyelashes, before looking back to his carpet, “thing was, i didn’t realize that that death, was my fathers death—i mean i did, my body didn’t. i was in denial.”
silence. you both think about his words.
the way he spoke was really smart--it surprised you that it was him that they were coming from. not only did you start to enjoy his company, but his words...
“i shouldn’t have-“
“no,” you cut him from his potential regret in sharing. you knew that took a lot from him. “maybe you're right… or maybe maddie is. maybe i really am a sociopath.”
"y/n, that's an insane thing to say," he shakes his head, still looking down, but now at his hands as he begins to rub them together. "everyone handles grief differently," he repeats, "especially something like this; especially something that feels nowhere near real."
you stare at harry, blinking, while he stares back at you with a thin-lipped smile. you felt your chest tighten to an extreme as you continued to watch, thinking about his words that tumble around in your head. you somehow couldn't grasp it; the reassurance. but rather... you were more hung up on the matter that it was him saying such kind words to you.
everyone knew harry was the biggest asshole in west ham and he had no shame in it. everyone would call you a liar is you ever exposed the conversation; harry didn't have a nice bone in his body, so how was it that he had just created one of the nicest convos you had ever had with anyone?
your chest pulls into a ball even more. you feel like you can't breathe.
what was happening to you?
you hadn't felt a pang of sadness till now.
"you okay?"
you hate that question.
"yeah, i'm okay."
"you sure?" he's leaning towards you, his eyes prying.
you feel the pressure intensify, but this time around your eyes as if something had the need to be forced out.
fuck, not now.
"y/n, woah," he's quick to come closer to you, now kneeling before you with his hands on your face.
“i shouldn’t be crying-“
he shushes you as he tries his best to clear your face from the salty tears that begin to run down your cheeks like a hill. he smiles lightly to your embarrassment while shaking his head, “crying is fine.”
“i feel bad.”
“for what?”
“harry, i don’t even feel bad about them being gone,” you sniff, wiping your face from the wetness quickly. “i feel bad about you and your father and everything.”
“oh?” he seems caught off guard about this, taking a step back from your distraught stare. “why?”
you stare over at him with wide doe eyes, something that looks like fear for the matter of having to provide an explanation. you glance to the side, also leaning away from him, bracing yourself to answer. you feel even more choked up, like your throat had been clogged and stuffed with toilet paper--or whatever it was to help you not speak.
"my parents-" you sniff, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "god, I hated my parents--so I'm not sorry that I'm not sad about something that is ultimately a blessing... but I am sorry that this has happened to you... all of you."
he stares. he feels as if he's about to explode.
"I'm sorry, harry--that you had to lose your father and your mother as fast as you did," you shake your head, "I'm sorry that you think that that's how I feel about my own parents."
why does he feel like this?
his hand is mid air, reaching to clasp his chest as if consoling his heart, but it doesn't goes as far to make contact.
he feels strange. he doesn't know how to cope with someone he has known for so long revealing what must have been the biggest burden on their shoulders, hidden in plain sight from him, as well as gushing about sympathy for him--he hates that.
as for the other thing; harry had known you since the beginning of time, he knew your parents since the beginning of time. you were both absorbed within the same lifestyle but the two of you were never anything more than acquaintances.
he found it strange that he could see your life so clearly like it was his own, but it seemed that was only the surface of a glass window that only you and your family allowed people to see.
"y/n, you're not a sociopath," he finally says, "sociopaths don't feel sympathy for other people. you're just in a difficult situation that no kid will understand because their parents are their heroes."
he pinches the bridge of his nose, finally looking up to you, "you also shouldn't feel bad for me."
you looked at him confused, urging him to explain.
"none of us are saints, y/n. somehow i think we all deserve this," he runs a hand down the front of his face. "you... you're just somehow better than the rest of us, this is a vacation god has granted you."
you stifle a laugh, shaking your head.
he smiles in return before dropping his face into a softer expression, reaching for your hand, "you good?"
"yeah, i'm good," you nod.
"good," he squeezes your hand. "enjoy heaven while you have it."
Gays in every universe that are just Arthur and Merlin reincarnations:
Nick and Charlie
Will and Nico
Jesper and Wylan
Buck and Eddie
Wilhelm and Simon
Toni and Shelby
Kit and Jade
Syd and Dina
am I the only one who let out a laugh when they saw this 😭 IDEK WHY TF IS SO FUNNY TO ME
#shelby making sure toni knows she enjoyed herself #and she’s not ashamed even though she’s still processing #because she knows how much she hurt becca and she’s not gonna make the same mistake again #and she’s never gonna get over the guilt she feels #we love character development