#you're saying that to someone that is VISIBLY a lesbian

[chaoticeddie]

feeling legit sick to my stomach

#security guard just came into the office all excited about whoever the other republican primary option was dropping out of the race #opening the republican candidate to just 'president trump' #and like. I knew this guy would be a trump supporter #he's a cop #but I usually don't have to hear about it #I sit in the office at my computer and he sits at the front desk #I guess I needed the reminder but god #read the fucking room man #you're saying that to someone that is VISIBLY a lesbian #I have been told that it's quite obvious #so like. get the fuck out of here with your yay trump shit #so. good reminder i guess. just hate to hear it explicitly said

[scarfacemarston]

Teacher!Natasha x Teacher!Reader Oneshot

For Lesbian Visibility Week! If you enjoyed this, please note and reblog! Feel free to send other prompts or requests! Prompt: The students come into your classroom complaining about Natasha as a teacher not knowing you're her wife. This is version 1. You sighed as you glanced at the digital clock on your computer. Damn. Your planning period was almost over, and you really needed to finish grading these essays. Soon, you would be back to teaching your high school history classes for the day. The period ended far too quickly as students began to file their way into the classroom, discussing this and that. You were so engrossed in your work that you were hardly paying attention until you heard “Ms. Romanoff” mentioned not once, not twice, but in a string of sentences. Oh boy. Ms. Romanoff was one of the more controversial teachers at the school known for her no-nonsense attitude, sternness and sarcasm , but she was also fair with a dry sense of humor. “Why did I take international politics as an elective? Oh, that’s right, I thought it would look good on my transcript!” One student said sarcastically. “She’s so nitpicky! I got an A-. AN A MINUS!” “Hers is the only class I don’t fall asleep in anymore. Not since….last time.” “She’s so strict even the Macklin brothers shut up.” “She’s terrifying. I heard she used to be an undercover agent in the CIA”. You smirked at that one. You should probably look into that rumor. “A spy? Shut-up, man. Who’s going to believe that?” “I heard she was a failed actress.” “I heard she voiced the Russian Siri.” “I heard she’s a rich heiress that lost all her cash.” “Look, guys, I don’t care. She just ripped our class to shreds.I just can’t right now. Nearly the entire class failed her last test. These test corrections are going to take all night.” “At least you’re allowed test corrections! We’re her AP class and the only way we can make up points is through a new essay.” “She’s scary. I swear” “I think she knows what I’m thinking and then that makes me think more and then she thinks what I’m thinking and that thinking makes my head hurt.” “I was ONE minute late to class and she gave me a late slip!” “One time my grandma called me in class, and she made me pick it up.” You shot a quick text to Natasha before the bell rang. Her classroom was two doors down from yours since you two were technically in the same department. Time to log off your grading program and begin class. You pulled out the binder with today’s lesson plans ready to begin. “Wow, you all are full of comments about Ms Romanoff today.” You said neutrally. “Miss Y/N, you don’t understand. She’s so ….uh, extra.” You withheld a smirk. Natasha wasn’t what you would call extra, but she was set in her ways.” “I don’t think she’s extra. I think she just has high standards.” You responded. One of the students rolled their eyes.

"Do you all talk about me like this when I'm not here?"

"Nooo Ms. Y/N, we would never!"

"Well, maybe you could extend the same courtesy to my wife next time," you said, withholding a laugh. The room fell silent. A pin could have dropped.

“Fuck” you heard someone say under their breath. “Language”, you chastised, but you couldn’t say you blamed them. You saw the students in various forms of awkward shuffling, a cough here or there or “Ummm” or “Uhh” as students tried to form sentences. “Wait, you’re married?” a student questioned before being glared at by the others. Your fourth period class was near silent for the rest of the period, with the students seemingly still in shock. One minute til the bell rang. You saw a flash of red hair out of the corner of your eye. Thirty seconds. Natasha knocked on the door. “Hey, you, we’re all ordering from Robert’s Deli for lunch. You want your usual or will you finally try something new?” Natasha teased. The class whipped their heads collectively towards the door. It was becoming harder not to laugh. Natasha narrowed her eyes. “What’s going on, Y/n?” “Oh, you’re scaring my class, dear!” You said, smiling widely. Natasha scoffed. “Dear, huh? Oh, so they found out, didn’t they? As if us entering the building together and leaving together in the same car wasn’t hint enough that we’re married.  Yeah, I might have scared a few of them. It was well deserved, trust me, Isn’t that right, Reynolds?” Jason Reynolds sank down into his seat, not meeting Natasha’s eyes. The bell rang. The students couldn’t scramble enough as they grabbed their bags and rushed past Natasha. You gave a small laugh as you finally met Natasha. “You’re a mean woman, you know that?” “Hey, you texted me, babe.” “It was great, not gonna lie. Sorry the “secret” is out.” “It’s not like we’re closeted, we’re simply professional. I’m surprised they didn’t figure it out sooner….or maybe I’m not.” Natasha muttered. Your stomach growled. “Alright, I’ll look up the menu. Find something new to try for once. Promise.” You said in response to your stomach. Natasha nodded. “Don’t want you to scare the next class because you’re hungry.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

End

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romonova #black widow #natasha x reader #black widow x reader #black widow x female reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you

[httpswritings]

Good Luck, Babe!

alexia putellas x reader; 1,2k words; internalized lesbophobia, happy ending.

You didn't know how you ended up in a lesbian bar, but you felt quite comfortable.

The music was nice, the women were nice, and you felt a familiar sensation when you saw two women leaving together to probably enjoy the rest of the night by themselves.

A taller woman joined you and asked if she could buy you a drink.

You politely declined the offer.

Ten minutes passed by, and a blonde woman approached you.

Alexia.

Her eyes were breathtaking and her smile very charming. 

You enjoyed the conversation you were having, but you felt a burning desire for her lips.

Your eyes were fixated on them and Alexia, as if Alexia could read your mind, she whispered in your ear, “You're being very obvious.”

You blinked rapidly and immediately apologized, making Alexia laugh.

“There's no need to apologize. I didn't say I didn't enjoy it.”

“Yeah, but I'm not like you.”

It took Alexia some time to realize what you meant, and now it was her turn to apologize.

“Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I thought we were on the same boat.”

“Do I look like it?”

Alexia frowned.

Why would you be so offended by someone thinking that you were into women it if you were in a lesbian bar?

“No. Because no one looks like it. You either are or not.”

“I'm not.”

“I know. Now I know.”

You saw Alexia visibly hurt by your rudeness and decided to apologize.

“No, please. Accept my apology. I was very rude.”

Alexia answer something back, but you were so captivated by her beauty that you didn't even pay attention.

A woman approached you both, looking directly at Alexia, and tried to start a conversation with her.

It surprised you how angry she was making you just with her presence.

Alexia was talking to you, why did she have to be here?

You almost lost it when the woman asked Alexia for her number. What you didn't notice was that Alexia was amused by your reaction.

Your face had a reddish colour, and you couldn't stop bouncing your left leg as a way to cope your jealousy.

Alexia also noticed how you relaxed when she declined the woman's offer.

When you two were alone again, Alexia made the first move to say goodbye as she was feeling quite tired.

You walked in the opposite direction but then looked back, and noticed Alexia looking back too, looking at you.

Not even thinking straight, you walked to her and asked her for her number.

“You seem very nice. I'd love to have you as a friend.”

Those words hurt Alexia, but honestly, what could she expect.

You had told her that you weren't like her. You were straight.

-

There was nothing wrong with the idea of bisexuality as a sexuality, but just thinking about being involved with men made you want to throw up.

You didn't want to be a lesbian.

You felt your world lighting up thinking about that word: lesbian.

It's as if your heart was telling you what you needed to hear.

But you refused to acknowledge it.

That's why you didn't message Alexia.

You didn't let yourself even think about her.

You had to like boys and only boys.

-

Some weeks after, you decided to go out with some friends.

In less than thirty minutes, you all were surrounded by men who were interested in you and your friends.

This was very different from what you felt on that lesbian bar.

The group of men were very charming and nice, but they weren't Alexia.

And it wasn't even about Alexia.

They weren't women. 

They weren't familiar to you.

You looked at their faces, their hands, their smiles, and you thought about how would it be to wake next to one of them.

Then you thought about how you would start your morning with Alexia.

You imagined opening your eyes and seeing her peacefully sleeping, or even better, Alexia half-awake looking at you, and that simple thought made you smile.

One of the boys that had his eyes fixated on you thought that you were smiling at him as you “listened” him talking, and tried to be friendlier by touching your arm as a way of deepening your conversation.

His touch made you feel miserable.

You didn't want him to touch you and your arm immediately sought Alexia's touch.

You excused yourself from your group and went to the bathroom.

The boy mentioned before took that as your way of telling him that he should go after you, so he excused himself too.

Your friends and the other men cheered, thinking you'd end up hooking up in a bathroom stall.

You entered the women bathroom and saw his face in the mirror.

You immediately stopped him as he tried to approach you.

“But I thought—”

“Well, you thought wrong.” 

Thankfully, he was polite enough to leave without any hesitation.

You washed the part of your arm where he had touched you.

Without knowing why, you felt a rush of anger at yourself throughout your body.

You didn't want to go back to your friends, but you felt so small in that bathroom, and so close to breaking down.

Maybe your friends didn't understand you.

It was natural for them to be interested in men, but you needed someone who would get how you really feel.

Without any hesitation, you called Alexia.

It was wrong. It was nearly midnight, you were a complete stranger to her, but you needed her.

She was surprised by your call.

It made her very happy, but it took one second to realize how anxious you sounded.

She jumped out of bed and rushed to put some clothes on that would allow her to enter the club, knowing that she wouldn't be allowed if she tried to enter with her pyjamas on.

Alexia had told you to wait for her in the bathroom, and when you saw her, everything made sense.

You rushed to hug her.

A tight but comforting hug.

Her scent made sense.

Her touch made sense.

Her reassuring voice made sense.

“I'm here. You're safe.”

She touched the area of your arm that was touched by that man before, and you knew that you couldn't change who you were, because to you, women didn't feel like men when it came to intimacy.

“Can you take me home? I know this doesn't make sense for you but—”

“Don't worry. No need to explain yourself if you don't feel comfortable. Just tell me if someone has done anything to you.”

“No.”

-

Your friends approached you when they spotted you leaving.

You told them you were leaving with a woman you met the other day, and just that little step made you feel like your truest self. 

You were not leaving with any man, but with a woman, as a woman yourself.

-

Alexia was very attentive and caring.

She gave you everything you needed and even slept in her sofa so you could have her bed all to yourself.

You woke up at five.

The room was still dark, and you craved Alexia filling the empty space of her bed.

You got up and went to the living room.

You saw her peacefully sleeping, and you knew with certainty that that's something you'd love to witness every day. 

You calmly woke her up, and asked her if you could sleep there with her.

Alexia made space for you to join her sofa, and when you noticed your back accommodating perfectly to her chest, as she caressed your body and shushed you, you got very emotional.

Thankfully, Alexia didn't notice.

You were not in the mood to have that conversation, but still Alexia took care of you.

You closed your eyes and let yourself fall asleep, protected by the arms of a woman that was still a stranger but who didn't hesitate to come to your rescue.

And that was enough for you to start your path towards accepting yourself as a lesbian.

#alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader

[lamourdelore]

Abbys reaction to you telling her how hot she is while making out: "you're so hot I can't stand it it drives me crazy." - maybe the first time or one of the first times

all my love is free | abby anderson

tags: eighteen+, lesbians obsessed with each other, had to post during lesbian visibilty week like c'mon???, just a big bag of fluff packaged with light steam, abby being a nervous goofball, sfw with suggestive themes.

an. sorry i kind of disappeared with posts. new collab is taking over my brain. but wanted to at least post something. can't wait for y'all to get a taste. until then, i'll be finishing the requests in my inbox (hopefully). with all the love, ray.

the end of your first date with abby marks a colossal milestone, especially for the two of you. the moment almost seemed monumental. taking one year of abby’s pining, six months of flirting and six months of tiptoeing while you were with someone else. respectfully, waiting until a month after the breakup, she asks you out.

unimaginable expectations abby had before going into tonight, but all she had to offer it seems was her nerves. god, she was acting like a dumb, mumbling, dork tonight. saying the first thought coming to mind, but it makes you laugh. when abby nearly eats it on the sidewalk, tripping over a crack of grout in the cement. your soft angelic voice taking her out for a moment, the only thing centering her from having a meltdown. 

“baby, are you alright? be careful, honey.” there it is, angelic. “wouldn’t want you to fall.” the first pet names hurled her way by you, making her heartbeat faster than she could keep up with. you cut her off at her knees, ensuring you are the only person she could ever want.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

it’s pretty obvious who was in control the entire night. if the two of you are friends, this night has a year of expectations, hopes, goals to meet and abby felt like she was failing. deeply.

as she walks you up to the front door, she knows the only thing she accomplished was letting you down. nothing went the way she thought it was going to. everything felt off. worst of all, your silence snuffs her out, completely.

you grab her hands, pulling her up the stairs with you. the collar feels too hot, tense, off. delicate fingers playing with the collar before you unclasp the buttons, keeping down before you move to her chest, placing your hand on abby’s inconsistent heartbeat.

“can i? s’tense, need you to loosen up for me. alright?” abby nods, accepting you can read her like the back of your hand. she just doesn’t want you to stop touching her. “get out of this head of yours. s’just me and you, no one else.” your nimble fingers pop the first three buttons, revealing her freckled chest, dipping into her sternum, giving you a delicious preview. she takes a deep breath, and you believe it’s the first one she’s allowed herself since she showed up with a bouquet of flowers in hand. 

“‘m sorry, i didn’t mean to ruin tonight. i just— it’s you. y’know? i’ve never wanted someone like this. been friends for ages and this is just everything. you are everything. i’ll never live with myself if i let you slip through my fingers.” her heartbeat calms under your touch the longer abby speaks, bringing a warmness to your own. “don’t worry about all of it. you’re not going to. i won’t let you.” 

“okay.” abby says as she gets lost in the light in your eyes. the fire visible behind yours. the way she’s looking at you? fuck. unimaginable desire — all for you. it almost seems too good to be true. like you don’t deserve it. waiting for the pin to drop, all the misery drowning you with it. “did you have a good time tonight?” 

“yes baby, i did.” you smirk as she inches forward, closing you into your front door. back pressed against it, her small breasts pressed to your chest, her free hand extended, next to your head as it lays flat on the door.

“s’good. wouldn’t want to kiss you if the date was bad.” all the confidence is back. the abby who flirted with you shamelessly for months on end. knowing you’re happy is enough for her. it’s all she needs to know to let the loser in her fall to ashes. but you taking the reins for a moment, does something so visceral inside her. she nearly doesn’t know how to act until her instincts kick in. 

she’ll satisfy you — just in the way she knows how. 

“what are y—” abby pressed her body weight into you, strong hips pinning you against the door using one of her hands to pin both of yours above your head. you’re whimpering, signaling your shock but the whine omitting from your lips tells abby your pussy is shocked. soaked.

“doing what i should have done months ago.” her pink plump lips meet yours, taking complete control over you. but you welcome it with open arms. she grunts in your mouth causing you to gasp as abby’s tongue enters your mouth. massaging it with yours in a swift battle for dominance. 

it’s too much but also not enough. you’re grinding against her, your crotch kissing hers as you lift a leg, wrapping it around her waist. she continues kissing you like her entire life depends on it. not letting you feel anything but her. she’ll be your everything and you’re not leaving until you understand it just as much as her. “abs—” you mumble in her mouth, abby relinquishes the tight grip on her hands.

immediately your hands are woven in her hair. tugging at the golden hair, as you try to pull her closer to you, if it was even possible. but the two of you have to come up for air, abby the first one to break as she chuckles at both of your heaving chests. 

“fuck, you’re so hot, baby. can’t stand it.” you peck her lips softly. admiring how puffy and swollen they look from her ministrations. god, you want her to devour you once again. “‘m, drives me crazy.” you admit, taking in the intoxicating smirk on her face. you’re not made into a fumbling mess easily. the both of you know it. that’s how abby knows it in her bones, she has you. fuck, she can’t ever imagine letting go. 

#hi again #my abby lovers !!! #hope you like this one :') #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x masc reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x poc #wlw x reader #tlou x reader #lesbian #wlw post

[little-annie]

They have to tell them. They have to tell Dustin. They have to tell Robin. They have to tell the kids.

Over the last week, while lying in bed curled into each other, while eating breakfast pressed as close as they could manage, while snuggled up for yet another movie night, they talked about it, discussed how they'd break the news to everyone.

They knew Robin would be easy, accepting, because, well, the whole lesbian platonic soul mate of it all.

They had a hunch Will would feel some sense of relief, belonging, acceptance in himself and they hoped the young Wheeler would experience the same.

They knew it'd be okay, but there was always that itching nerve of anxiety saying, 'What if?' 'What if it's not okay.' 'What if it's really not okay and they'll never see any of their little nuggets again because they're too disgusted to even look them in the eye?'

But they had to tell them. No two ways about it. They had to tell them or someone was going to find out on their own and shit would hit the fan.

But firstly, they have to tell Dustin.

So here they sit in the Harrington house, Steve and Eddie side by side on the couch mere inches apart as Dustin sits on the coffee table in front of them, waiting and impatient.

"So? What was it you two were wanting to tell me?"

The two eldest boys turn to look at each other.

Steve, nerves evident on his face, brow furrowed, cheeks tinting red, bottom lip worried between his teeth, he sighs, shakey, scared and too fucking nervous.

And without even thinking, without even caring that Dustin's literally a foot in front of them, Eddie reaches out. Because he has to, because his boy is scared and it's crushing him to not be holding him right now. His ringed hand moves to Steve's thigh, giving a gentle squeeze before shifting his grip to take Steve's hand in his own, lacing their fingers together.

Steve tenses for a moment, eyes flashing to Dustin before he looks to Eddie and visibly relaxes, shifting closer, thigh now pressed to Eddie's, slouching with relief.

Dustin's eyes are wide, darting between the two men and their clasped hands. They can see the nerves creeping into his expression and suddenly this feels so much harder but before they can manage words, Dustin speaks, "Oh my god, is someone dying? Are one of you dying? Steve, do you have butt cancer? Oh my god. Oh my god, you're dying."

The kid shakes his head, hand moving to remove his hat and tug at his curls, " We can't do this shit without you. We'd be a wreck. You're like the best thing that's happened to us. You're like the Party's weird mom. You're getting treatment right? Is it going okay? Is Eddie driving you? Eddie, are you driving him? Are you taking care of him? Please say you're taking care of him."

The two men look between each, their clasped hands, Dustin and his expression that's nearing tears. They're speechless. They try to speak only to be interrupted. "I'm moving in, I'll help, I'll cook, I'll clean. Well, Eddie can cook and clean and I'll keep you company. Be the comedic relief. We can plan your funeral together. Do you want to be cremated? Or a rotting corpse in the ground for all the rodents to eat? Do you-"

"Dustin," Eddie carefully speaks

"Do you want me to-"

"Dustin," Steve repeats his boyfriend's words

"Shut up I'm talki-"

"We're dating!" Steve and Eddie both say with a shout, lifting their joined hands shaking them in Dustin's face

The kid cocks his head to the side, brow raised in question, "So Steve's not dying?"

"No"

"And you're together?"

"Yes?" Steve says like he's not entirely sure. Which is dumb. Because he is. But he's still nervous of how Dustin is going to handle this type of news. It's not 'Butt Cancer' (Jesus Christ this kid,) nothing even close, but it's still news. Unexpected and scary to reveal.

"Are you asking me?"

"Would it be okay if we were?" Eddie, somehow the calm voice of reason in this situation

Dustin almost seems offended at the moment, a weird look of shock appearing on his face only just now, "Why wouldn't it be?"

"Um, because that's gay?" Steve says, watching Dustin grimace at the remark

"And?"

"You're fine with that?"

"Well, Steve, does Eddie treat you well?"

Steve nods, kinda baffled by the whiplash of this whole conversation

"And Eddie, does Steve treat you well?"

"Yeah,"

"Well then, it's fine." Dustin slaps his hands to his thighs standing up from his position on the coffee table, a teasing smirk on his face, "Congratulations I guess. Just don't get Steve pregnant."

Eddie cackles while Steve sputters "That can't ev-"

Totally ignoring the pair still seated on the couch, Dustin is already making his way to the front door with Steve's keys in hand, "Now, how about the arcade?"

#steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fandom #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steddie headcanon #steddie #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stevexeddie

[mary-kasexual]

In honor of lesbian visibility week, I present a full list of female characters from Total Drama who have canonically shown no attraction to men! (as far as I'm aware)

Staci - Only present for one episode and only spoke for one episode, having no lines in the finale. None of these lines hint at Staci displaying any interest in men.

Dawn - The closest thing I could find was the "I didn't know you were a beetle whisperer!" scene, but even then, that could easily be read as platonic. Svetlana - Similar case to Staci in that her lines are pretty limited due to being actively suppressed by Mike or Mal. However she has not, in fact, said anything that hints at her liking men in those few lines.

Sammy & Amy - Other than that one "Topher thinks you're fat" line of dialogue (which could easily be played off as Amy trying to mess with her), neither of them have shown any on-screen interest in men.

Scarlett - The only extensive interaction she has with men are Max, whom she DESPISES, and their alliance is only romantically framed for the sake of a gag.

Sugar - Nothing in canon hints at her liking men. She admires Leonard, but this is most likely due to his perceived magical abilities rather than any sort of attraction as she displays a similar interest in Max later on.

Tammy - Similar case to Staci, she only had a very brief speaking role in episode 1 and never in these lines was it implied she was attracted to men.

Mary & Ellody - Only here for a short time (with Mary only having dialogue in the episode she was eliminated in rip), but neither of them express interest in guys.

Laurie & Miles - Same deal as Mary and Ellody, they go pretty early overall but haven't been shown to like men.

Jen - You'd expect someone of her character archetype to mention looking for 'cute guys' or something similar, but surprisingly no? The closest thing she has would be her friendship with Tom, which is treated as 100% platonic by the show even if you don't take into account the fact that Tom is gay.

Taylor - Another surprising one imo, it's never stated or implied that she likes guys in the show, not even a passing mention from what I've seen which I could've sworn happened on first watch. Mandela effect I guess 🤷

Josee - Similar deal to Jen as far as I'm aware, being that her closest relationship to a guy is with a gay man and treated as platonic throughout the race.

Sanders - Pretty clear-cut, no scenes of her expressing interest in men or romance in general.

MacArthur - "What about Brody?" The only time she's shown to return his affection is during the finale and she's actively trying to throw him off his game by using his crush against him. She only asks Brody to call her in the Surfers ending, which she doesn't do at all in the Cadets ending implying that she's most likely only in it for the money.

Scary Girl/Lauren - While she does hold an interest in Damien, nothing in canon says she's attracted to him, only to the sound of his screams.

Nichelle - Too busy having no lines to talk about boys. seethingwithrage

Millie - Zero attraction to men in canon, the most interactions she has are with and about Priya. She's sorta friendly with Damien, but it doesn't rise anywhere above platonic (probably because she shoved him into a meat grinder but who knows) and actively seems to be disgusted by or otherwise pretty averse to most of the male cast.

MK - Has never been shown to be interested in guys or even romance in general. In fact, she actively seems to dislike it as seen in the episode where Caleb and Priya kiss where she goes “Yeah, that was sweet, but it’s also how you get mono” (this is ace mk propaganda btw). There was also Nichelle's intro in season 1 when she was looking at her starry-eyed, clearly a joke but yk still noteworthy.

Julia - My favorite lesbian <3 zero attraction or hints at attraction to men in canon + listen... we all watched season 2 you know what I'm talking about don't lie. The closest things she has to romantic interactions with men in canon are at most one-sided and always with her actively disliking said man on the other side (Wayne + maybe Ripper in season 1).

#total drama #tdi #td roti #tdpi #tdrr #tdi reboot #if I missed anything/anyone please lmk! #happy lesbian visibility week!

[hazelcallahansgf]

Boyfriend Hazel Headcannons

Content Warnings : NSFW Topics, MDNI, lesbians (omg😱)

Author's Notes: Go easy on me guys this is my first time writing stuff like this.😭😭 but I was listening to "boyfriend" by Justin Bieber and couldn't stop thinking of Hazel.

sfw:

Boyfriend Hazel who calls you "ma’am" or "honey" occasionally even "baby."

Boyfriend Hazel who reminds you every single second of every single day how gorgeous you are. She swears there's nothing on this planet that’s even come close to your level of beauty.

Boyfriend Hazel who has you as her lock screen and whenever someone asks whose the person on her phone, she'll start rambling about you.

Boyfriend Hazel who melts at the sight of you in her clothes. Stolen or as you like to say "borrowed" from her closet. Secretly, she wants you to keep it and never give it back.

Boyfriend Hazel who you’ll make hot chocolate and cookies with every time the Winter holidays come around.

Boyfriend Hazel who knows how to skateboard and sometimes invites you with her to the skate park. She'll even try teaching you how to do simple tricks, cheering every single time you accomplish even the smallest thing. (Secretly though you just wanted her to hold you close, so of course you didn’t pass up on the opportunity.)

Boyfriend Hazel who always gives you her jacket/ coat if you're cold.

Boyfriend Hazel who thinks cheating is quite literally illegal. Of course she gets hit on from time to time but your absolute sweetheart of a girlfriend will look at the person that flirted with her like they just escaped a mental asylum. Hazel then proceeds to preach about you for around 30 minutes straight then runs away from that person.

Boyfriend Hazel who loves to wear rings and knows after a few weeks of dating which rings are your favorites.

Boyfriend Hazel who once tried to surprise you by making breakfast for you both but ended up almost burning her own house down. Now she just orders food.

Boyfriend Hazel who calls you every night no matter how busy either one of you are or how late the time could be. (Of course you always answer or call her back if you’re not available during the time she called. You just can’t stand ignoring any of her calls.❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹)

Boyfriend Hazel who spams your comment section on every single one of your posts. That girl will say every kind of compliment known to man. She even wrote a whole love letter in your comments once.

Boyfriend Hazel who wins you at least one new stuff toy after every carnival or arcade date you both go on. Dramatically showing up the other guys that were trying to win a prize for their girlfriends but failed. Once, she even said to you jokingly as she flexed her arm“this is what a real boyfriend looks like” making you both burst out into laughter.

Boyfriend Hazel who loves when you send her pictures of your outfits before leaving the house. But ends up in her sending you a million messages on how she worships you and how lucky she is to have you as her “incredibly perfect girlfriend”.

nsfw:

Boyfriend Hazel who is such a switch. She’d be so flustered whenever you’re on top. Stuttering with every word that leaves her lips as your body hovers over hers.

Boyfriend Hazel who definitely has a mommy kink

Boyfriend Hazel who palms herself through her boxers as she eats you out. Refusing to let herself cum before you do.

Boyfriend Hazel who isn't too shy to let you know when she’s jerking off to a photo of yours. Praising you nonstop about how sexy you look in the picture.

Boyfriend Hazel who loves to whisper praises against your skin as she kisses down your body. Admiring each and every single aspect of you.

Boyfriend Hazel who leaves numerous marks all over you every single time. Marks in the most visible places. If your nails are long, she loves whenever they scratch her back and she can feel them digging into her skin, knowing that you'll leave the biggest marks on her back. She'll then end up admiring them in the mirror next morning.

Boyfriend Hazel who loves taking her time to tease you. Making sure your panties are absolutely soaked before she finally decides to rip them off.

Boyfriend Hazel who loses it whenever you eat her out. The moans and whimpers she lets out are just heavenly.

Boyfriends Hazel who absolutely drools over the sight of your boobs and will suck them until they're raw. Ever since you and Hazel started dating, you stopped wearing bras due to how often Hazel would just throw them off of you.

Boyfriend Hazel who loves to see you suck on her fingers while you grind your throbbing clit against hers. Saliva dripping down the sides of your mouth as your breathing gets more and more uneven. She swears, just that sight of you makes her cum in her boxers.

Boyfriend Hazel who adores the sounds of your moans and whines so much. She wants everyone to know how good she makes you feel but that girl is greedy as hell when it comes to you. Those sounds are for her ears and her ears only.

Boyfriend Hazel who has you memorized like the back of her hand. She could make you cum so hard and fast even if you guys have barely even started.



#bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie #hazel callahan #ruby cruz #hazel callahan x reader #wlw #lesbian #hazel callahan smut #ruby cruz x reader #lesbians

[genderkoolaid]

this is like if you said "hey if you make something about gay history, don't leave out lesbians because they've been historically excluded, or just call the post 'gay men's history' if you don't want to discuss the exclusion of lesbians" and seeing someone else go "YOU WILL NEVER DIVIDE US" like. what in the bad faith.... this is not even a unique thing!

I used a real example I've had an issue w/ researching. Same with Bisexual men's history. Same with BIPOC queer history (because otherwise it's lists of white queer people w/ no mention of anyone else!) There are just some queer groups which are historically aren't as visible or focused on.

Transfems also deserve to have articles and papers about them (and for them) centering them and using their specific terminology? Like you're not helping anyone by saying "Trans (blanket term)" instead of "Transfem" or "Transfemme". It's not like you're chopping out the "Trans" part or anything or denying them a broader community, you're just being specific about a subset of Trans people with their own language/culture/hardships/etc.

Literally!!!!!

#m. #ask box

[gayloringinplainsight]

why is all of your "evidence" so contridictory? if she came out on lesbian visibility day and all her past relationships are pr beards, why does it matter the bisexual hints she drops? AND if she IS bisexual, why come out on lesbian visibility day and have so many lesbian flag themed hints? why would she be in pr beard relationships if shes openly bisexual?

I DONT CARE ABOUT TAYLOR SWIFT. I DONT CARE ABOUT HER SEXUALITY. IF SHE IS OR IS NOT LGBT DOESNT HAVE ANY BEARING ON MY LIFE UNLESS SHE STOPS POLLUTING THE EARTH WHEN SHE COMES OUT. JUST EXPLAIN HOW THE EVIDENCE WORKS. NOT IN LYRICS. NOT MUSIC VIDEOS. NOT PICTURES FROM INTSTAGRAM. NOT SOMEONE ELSE'S TIK TOKS. NOT HINTS. JUST TANGIBLE PROOF.

Okay first idk why you need to scream at me. Calm the fuck down. And if you don't care about Taylor Swift then I'm not sure why you're on my blog screaming in all caps about her, but let's do this anyways cause I'm in a verbose mood.

Second, it's not my evidence, it's her evidence and her flagging, and I have eyes and a brain capable of a modicum of critical thinking.

And I don't think any of the evidence is contradictory but I kind of understand what you're getting at.

So let me begin by saying that I have no strong opinions on if she's bi or pan or lesbian or fluid or whatever. I think there was a lot of bi flagging in the 1989 era, both bi and pan flagging during the Lover era, and then there's been a lot more lesbian flagging during the Midnights/eras tour period. So if I had to venture a guess I'd say she used to identify as bi and now identifies as lesbian, but I don't feel super strongly about it and I also don't think there's really enough evidence to say for sure one way or another, only that there's more than enough evidence to be certain she's some flavor of queer.

What additionally contributes to the lack of clear answers on labelling is the fact that she does flagging on lesbian visibility day, and then mixes bi flagging and pan flagging in the same music video. But I don't think it's fair to say that if she's (for the sake of argument) bi, then she can only do bi-specific flagging. She can do any kind of flagging she wants, and that doesn't diminish the queer message she's coding. It might also be that she simply identifies as queer or unlabeled, and therefore feels free to mix and match all of these things. Or maybe her label is more complex and reliant on the split attraction model, like bi-romantic lesbian, or homo-romantic bisexual/pansexual.

To address some of your specific statements, she didn't "come out on lesbian visibility day". At least not explicitly. But she flagged very hard and said something that could be construed as coming out in a glass-closeted kind of way.

We also don't know that all of her public relationships have been PRships. They might have been, and I think a lot of them were, but we don't actually know. I think you're also asking, if every public relationship with men was PR, why would she ever flag as bi? But just because the relationships we know about were potentially PR doesn't mean there couldn't have been relationships with men that we don't know about. A great example of this is Martin Johnson, who many people think was a real relationship (and the muse for Dear John).

All this goes back to the point that she can do any kind of flagging she wants. She's not restricted to bi flagging if she's bi, or lesbian flagging if she's a lesbian. Perhaps she vacillates between labels. Perhaps her labels are more complex like bisexual lesbian. Perhaps in addition to whatever her own label is, she wants to give visibility to other queer identities.

Just because we don't know her exact brand of queer doesn't mean the evidence is contradictory. It means we don't know her exact brand of queer.

Lastly, to address your final demand where you want tangible proof except not lyrics or videos or social media posts or hints. Which is a request that's not really based in reality. Because that's exactly where the tangible proof lies. It's in the enormous pile of queer flagging that can't be explained away. It's in the performances where she sings "I want her midnights." It's in her panoply of rainbow outfits. It's in statements like "Gay pride…makes me, me!" It's in all the mv scenes of glass closeting. It's in Jack accidentally outing her. It's in the rep prologue. It's in lyrics that reference hairpin drops and secrecy and religious guilt and fear of being found out. It's in her literally telling us "I prefer hiding in plain sight." This is all queer flagging and if you know how to read it then you can read it. And if you can't or refuse to, then that's on you. If you want to wait for her to shout her identity from the rooftops before you think there's tangible proof, then feel free to wait for that day. I think it will come. But in the meantime, queer flagging IS proof. And the sheer volume and scope and clarity of it makes it tangible.

#gaylor #gaylor swift #Taylor swift #my asks

[m3r1m4r5u333]

Btw I've been so shaken by the last episode that I don't think I've even remembered to say how grateful and emotional I am for the bi representation. Because I am. I am. I so am.

Umm. So. To tell a little real life story to explain why this bi representation matters to me...

I'm bi. Hi.

Took me ages to really wrap my head around it. Ages. Years. Even now, well into my adult age (yeah I know I sound like I'm 14 but no I'm not)...

I'm still not out to my family. And it's not that they're the most queer-phobic people in the world. They're actually pretty great.

The thing is... Bi erasure is real. It really is. Even today, bisexuality is not taken seriously.

The amount of times I've witnessed people dismissing bisexuals and bisexuality... Lost count.

Often the idea never even enters someone brain. They don't consider it to be possible. They miss every possible clue because to them, we are practically mythological creatures. Sometimes it feels like people expect to meet a bisexual about as much as they expect to meet an unicorn. Why look for one, they're not real, you know!

"Oh, they're not really bisexual, they're just trying to be trendy, to get attention! Everyone is "bi" nowadays!"

So many times I've heard people dismiss bi people who are out.

Some act like every out-of-the-closet bi/pan person is actually just pretending, that secretly they are 100% into the same sex and just say they're bi because they think that's more accepted.

Some will express that to your face. "Hey, you know that it's okay to come out, right? Just making sure! I'm fine with gays!"

And the amount of times I've witnessed people thinking that bisexuality is like a light switch...

If you're a woman and start dating a woman - you're NOW a lesbian! If you end the relationship and start dating a man - Did you hear? She's straight now! Or alternatively... She's dating a man now? Oh what a headcase, she went back into the closet! How sad!

How and when are we bi, then? Only in polyamorous relationships?

So... Let's just say that this repeated dismissive environment, this persistent refusal to take bisexuals seriously messed with my head.

For years, it kept me in the closet even to my super lovely and queer friends.

I just kept doubting my own feelings and reactions. Surely, I could not be bi, that's not a REAL sexuality! No, I must be just confused. This is what I told MYSELF. Even though I had actual out and proud bi people in my life, whose identity I never doubted.

And also... The representation.

Do you people even realise how widespread the utter ignorance still is?

Imagine trying to come out as bi... after you realise that the person you consider coming out to... May not even REGOGNIZE the word "bi"!!! Yes, SERIOUSLY!!

You know... Because this was a real life event for me. Fun times!

I was playing scrabble with elderly relatives. Realised I had the letters B and I, realised I could score very nicely if I played them.

I felt daring, and had a hunger for winning, so I played them.

Guess what the reaction was?

Confusion.

..."What's "BI"?"

Yes, really.

My elderly uncle did not even KNOW the word. I was so taken back and shaky when I realised this that I could not even manage to come up with a reply. Thankfully SOMEONE knew because man was the mood awkward.

And guess what. It made zero sense that they did not know.

This person who went "What's BI?" was not a person who lived out of touch with the modern world. Nope.

I'm from a nordic country!

My country is supposedly one of the "progressed" ones!

The laws are pretty inclusive,

the media has freedom of speech,

and I know for a FACT that my godparents watch the news EVERY DAY, and even not just watch the news...

They read newspapers. They watch tv. Including silly fictional series with silly queer characters!!

But he still freaking didn't know what "bi" means!!

So that's why representation MATTERS. These dumb fictional queer characters and stories make the real queer people understandable. Visible. Known.

And hopefully some day we won't have to worry if the person we're trying to open up to can accept or comprehend what we're talking about.

So yeah. I'm so grateful for the representation. THANK YOU FOR DOING THIS, darlings ❤️❤️❤️ I love you.

#911 on abc #bi!buck #911 #bisexual erasure #bi representation #oliver stark #evan buck buckley #bisexuality #queer representation #lgbtqiia+ #911 spoilers #lou ferrigno jr.

[shinesurge]

I'm sitting around waiting for our car to get serviced so I'm gonna take a minute to write a post I've been chewing on for a little bit lol

I think! A lot of creators talk about 'word of mouth' being the best advertising and it's TRUE they are right but I'm not sure the actual like, function of that is getting across because people still get confused about it when I bring it up, and I keep seeing people frustrated that their efforts aren't working (notably in spaces like the obscure webcomic tournament). Recommending stuff to your friends or writing stuff in to promotional spaces DEFINITELY helps don't stop doing that, but what people ACTUALLY mean by this is getting Visibly Excited about things in spaces where it can break containment.

Fandom content is what gets people into things!! Like, think about everything that "takes off" online; it's not because people post the plot synopsis over and over, or go "please read this it's good," the stuff that actually gets people engaging is seeing some cool fan work or clipped out content and going what the FUCK is that. The Barbie movie probably would have done fine on its own, but the insane phenomenon it's become certainly wouldn't have happened if regular internet users hadn't memed it to hell and back; this stuff works.

I didn't give a SHIT about Persona 5, or The Magnus Archives, or The Adventure Zone or any number of things I got dragged into until I saw fandom content for them. Persona 5 sounds like boring as fuck anime shit on paper, I do NOT care about podcasts, but people kept drawing the COOLEST stuff for them or posting insane fan theories until I HAD to know what was going on. That's what we're talking about with word of mouth! Sincere engagement with the thing is better than any advertising could ever be.

It doesn't have to be creative art or writing either! Make Character Appreciation Posts using the source material! Make an essay-length analysis of the story's themes! Set up a weekly post about how much you love a character or a count of how many days it's been since someone showed up, do Incorrect Quotes or paste tumblr text posts over characters, idk man there's entire blogs dedicated to posting every One Piece panel that has certain characters in it, there are no rules

What I'm saying is if you're wanting to help out smaller creators, please get involved, and PLEASE do it outside insulated places like discord servers. A thriving community that only exists inside a closed server still looks like a ghost town from the outside. "please read this it's got lesbians" helps get something on the radar, making a compilation post of the lesbians and posting it with a link to The Thing gets people's attention.

anyway that's all thanks @ Fans Of All Kinds for caring enough to want to help out independent people to the point i felt like it was worth making a post like this; to be clear, nobody is owed any of this stuff and you're certainly not obligated to put in all this effort to enjoy a thing! but i know a LOT of people are enthusiastic about indie media and want to help out, and sometimes a little extra guidance from the creator perspective helps them figure out how to do that effectively. love you have a good day

[hussyknee]

You know what? You're right about everything. In fact people who shit all over mspec gays/lesbians not only have no concept of how anything works, but they're also fucking selfish and horrible members of the community. I'll die on this hill. A bunch of assholes only out for themselves.

We are actively under fire in many countries. US and UK are actively heading into a trans genocide. Russia is getting worse, too now. Loads of other countries I haven't named. (Before anyone says jack shit the fucking center named after the person who coined the term genocide said we were headed that way. Genocide isnt an overnight thing you stupid leftists Do your damn research and shut up.)

We are at a high rate of suicide and sexual violence, regular violence housing and health care denial, etc. Do you think someone is going to stop and make sure someone isn't a snowflake queer or "tucute" or mspec lesbian before they bash their fucking head it? Do you think a doctor is gonna tell a nonbinary person who looks visibly queer "of course I'll treat you, you're not one of those trans people" Not to mention how you're so quick to exclude closeting and questioning kids who already want to kill themselves? Do you fucking hear the way you talk about your own people? LEAVE OUR OWN PEOPLE ALONE AND CALL YOUR GOVERNEBT REPS OR GET PETTITIONS CIRCULATED OR DONATION POSTS BOOSTED!

You would really rather attack people who's fucking LABELS you disagree with than do anything fucking positive to protect the rest of us? It makes me sick to my fucking stomach that y'all care more about policing than you do about your own people? Absolute selfish and cruel bootlicker behaviour. It's disgraceful, and I'm ashamed and enraged to share space with you people.

#pop off honey #either these people dont have any real problems #or they're taking their helplessness against real problems out on their own community #it's all this is #clout chasing bully culture dressed up in the language of oppression #mutual aid and organized protests are much harder than going after people online for no reason #lgbtqia #queer discourse #exclusionism #mspec lesbian #bi lesbian #transphobia #trans genocide #queerphobia #homophobia #asks #anon #knee of huss

[becausesomething]

Chapter 9 - Secrets revealed

Sabaody headcanon, all the supernovas in one palce for the 1st time!

warning: lesbian relationship, kid situationship, law colorful relatiosnship, feelings, confrontation, fight

Kid POV

I still tried to fall asleep but without success, I decided to go take a shower and when I come back I had a tray with a glass of orange juice and a plate of eggs sautéed with bacon and bread.

-KIDDDDD, how's that hangover?

– Killer shouts as he enters the room.

- You want your death sentence, I swear it will happen one day. Doesn't that woman know how to be silent either?! – the bath had helped the headache, but all that screaming made it come back.

-ihihih, job done – Killer closes the door as quickly as he entered.

I hear screams in the hallway, I bet those two are fighting with each other again. I don't care, I mean yes I do, or maybe it would be better not to.

-Kid, are you awake? That idiot Killer doesn't know what a beating he's going to get when he catches him. – Like Killer, she opens the door and suddenly enters the room.

-Eriss, don't even think, enough confusion. Did you get any information? – I take the tray and go sit on the sofa.

-Yes, there will be a human slave auction today. And I heard rumors that some celestial dragons would be present because of a mermaid being captured. Scum. – she leans against the edge of the door and starts playing with the choker pendant.

-Let's investigate, we'll leave in 4 hours, inform the rest.

-Yes captain! – she bows and that makes me roll my eyes, I don't know if I interpret it as respect or just provocation.

Eriss POV

It was the first time that all the supernovas were in the same place, the presence in that place was impressive, and by instinct, I got closer to Kid. I feel his gaze on me, I hope none of Kimi's marks are visible, and it's just because I'm looking for a little protection.

On the other hand, several times my gaze meets Law's, I wish I could talk to him and tell him the news. I guess I'll have to wait until later.

As expected, a battle began between the most talked about trio, Kid, Law, and Luffy, against the navy. Between insults, it was impressive their skills and how strong they had become.

Killer had pulled me to an area hidden from the sailors' view and we were left to absorb that epic battle that was going to start revolutionizing the world. It started as quickly as it ended.

Kid comes towards us - Let's go back and prepare to set sail, the navy will be at our heels soon, it's not safe here anymore.

We started running until I heard a voice calling me.

-Eriss-ya, are you okay? - Law runs up to me and gives me a hug.

-Of course, she's fine! - Kid shouts.

-I wasn't talking to you Eutass-ya, get out.

-You don't give me orders!

-It's better to leave the insults for later, the navy discovered us. - I point behind them.

Not even running, those two were able to stop insulting each other. The navy begins to gain ground and both begin to use their powers to slow them down. We ended up at a dead end, but luckily someone opened a door for us.

We entered a kind of warehouse. I was catching my breath when I felt lips touching mine, it was Kimi, I let myself get involved and forget about the situations I had behind me.

-Eriss!

-Eriss-ya!

I heard them both saying my name in perplexity, but my attention was only focused on her tears.

-Kimi, why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?

- I wipe her tears and hug her against me.

-No, I was worried about you when I found out that you were involved in the mess at the auction. I couldn't let you go without saying goodbye.

I feel Kid's fury flooding the room and a whistle disguised as Killer's laughter. I turn to them and Kimi wraps herself around my arm.

-This is Kimi, a friend. - I say, trying not to blush at the embarrassment and my secret being revealed.

-Eriss-ya talked a lot about you, it's good to know that you're alive. - I look at Law and he smiles slightly. Our looks said everything that needed to be said at that moment and that made me relax.

-Are you able to explain? How does this Dalmatian head know more than me? - the veins on Kid's forehead begin to show.

-She's a friend, didn't you hear it the first time?

-But the kiss? What does that mean? Since when?

-Damn Kid, I'm bisexual, Kimi was the first woman I was with. I thought she had died, but she was able to find me. Happy now?!

Silence settles.

-We can't stay here long, the navy is still looking for us. - Law approaches me and whispers to me - you need to say goodbye.

I look at Kid who looks away, I wanted to explain everything to him but it wasn't the right place or time.

I grab Kimi's hand and pull her to a corner so we have a little more space and privacy. I didn't want to say goodbye to her, not now after we had met again and the night we spent together. Between hugs and tears, we accept reality. One last kiss with my first crush.

I go over to the boys, I touch Law's arm, and whisper to him a thank you. He looks at me deeply, as if reading my soul, he knew what that moment meant for me.

-Kid, I'm ready. - he looks at me sideways and mumbles between his teeth.

#one piece x reader #one piece #fanfiction #one piece x y/n #kid x reader #eutasskid #trafalgar law #law x reader #whipintheheart chapter9

[dyk3medown]

could you write some robin angst? i’d prefer a happy ending if you could ❤️

and this request: "Hi! could you write something for robin where maybe the reader likes her but has a crappy boyfriend? thank you!"

can't be wrong to be craving you

robin buckley x reader

summary: your boyfriend is sweet, but robin is the one you crave

warnings: fem!reader, some creepy behavior and minor physical violence, use of a slur, cheating, ANGST, seriously this is not the feel-good hit of the summer, it gets better tho i promise

a/n: this is partially inspired by the song “Kitchen Light” by xana, who i absolutely love. if you want a good lesbian artist to listen to, i really recommend checking her out!!

You’re passed out in Robin’s bed again, clinging onto her like a lifeline in your sleep.

You knocked on her door at two in the morning, swaying slightly in your heels. She could smell the faint scent of pot clinging to your clothes when she let you in. You stumbled into her house and made your way to her room, a routine at this point.

Robin’s gotten used to your late-night visits. You’ve made a habit of driving to her house when you get bored of a party, telling your friends you’re heading home for the night, and when you kiss her, she can always taste the alcohol on your tongue. You don’t run with the same crowds, so you rarely interact with her in public, far too busy with your ‘popular’ friends.

It hurts so fucking bad, but Robin opens the door every time. She loves you too much to turn you away.

You love her too, or at least that’s what you tell her. She’s not sure if she believes you anymore.

“I ended it with him,” you told her, sitting on her bed with her face in your hands. “For good this time.”

Robin wants to believe that’s true, but she’s heard it before. Each time you “break up” with your boyfriend, you swear that’s the end, but within the week, you’re back together, every goddamn time without fail.

You wake her up with soft kisses in the morning, whispering “I love you"s against her skin, promising that what you said last night was true, that you really had broken up. You always whisper it, like you're afraid to say it out loud. You kiss her again before you leave, and she lets herself be convinced that you’re finally hers and hers only.

You really sounded like you meant it this time, which is why it’s so devastating when she walks into school on Monday morning. There you are, laughing with your friends, Josh or Jack or whatever his name is with his arm around you.

She can’t help the broken noise that escapes her as she watches him lean down to kiss you. He has no reason to hide his affection, and god, she hates him for it, hates that he gets to have you in public and never worries if someone is watching.

You spot her in the hall and head towards her, throwing out an excuse to your friends, but she’s already walking away.

“Robin!” You call after her, but she doesn’t turn around.

“Robin!” You walk faster.

You call her name again as you finally catch up with her, grabbing the back of her arm.

She whirls around violently, wrenching her arm from your grasp.

“What,” she spits out harshly.

“Why are you running away?”

Robin shakes her head. “Why does it matter? Don’t you have your boyfriend to keep you company?”

Your face visibly falls at her response, realizing she must have seen you kiss him. “Robin-”

“Save it.” She turns and goes into a bathroom, and to her annoyance, you follow her.

Luckily there’s no one inside, and you lock the door behind you.

“God, just leave me alone!” Robin tries to leave, but you block her from the door.

“Please let me explain!”

“What is there to explain?” Robin snarls. “It’s pretty clear to me, you broke up and now you’re back together. You lied to me, again.”

“Robin, you don’t understand!”

“You’re right, I don’t understand.” Her face is getting visibly red with anger. “I will never understand how you can go back to him like nothing happened, like you don’t tell me you love me.”

“You don’t get it, people expect things from me!” Tears are welling up in your eyes. “They’re always watching. I’m not like you, you’re-”

“What?” she snaps. “A loser?”

“That’s not what I said!”

“Well, you were going to.” Robin’s jaw is clenched, nails digging into her palms as the anger bubbles out of her.

“You know, I’d much rather be a loser than some vapid popular bitch who only cares about what other people think. I mean, jesus, do you even realize how you look?”

A tear escapes your eye and trails down your cheek. “Stop it.”

“Do you even like him? Do you even like guys?” You don’t respond, and she scoffs.

“I know you’re used to everything in your life being handed to you, but you don’t get to have everything you want.” Robin pushes past you and unlocks the door. “You don’t get to have me and him at the same time. We’re done.”

It’s over a week before Robin sees you again. She’d been actively avoiding your usual hang-outs and keeping her eyes down in the halls, unwilling to chance an interaction with you.

When she spots you, the first thing she notices is how miserable you look. Dark circles hang under your eyes, visible even through the concealer you had caked on in an attempt to cover them up. Your eyes are red and puffy like you’ve been crying for days.

You feel Robin’s stare and look back at her, quickly training your gaze on the ground as you realize it’s her.

You feel worse than you look. Since you last spoke, you had spent every night crying yourself to sleep, absolutely devastated by your “break-up” with Robin. All of your friends were worried about you, but you couldn’t tell them what was wrong. You knew they’d never understand.

You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you stare resolutely at the floor, blinking harshly to try to keep them at bay.

Robin is still focused on you, unable to look away. She’s suddenly struck by how much she misses you. She’d done a good job of repressing her emotions, but now, watching you from across the hall looking so obviously distraught, she’s thrown right back into her feelings.

“What is with that girl?” Your boyfriend leans down to ask you. “She won’t stop staring.”

You look up at him, refusing to glance over to see if she’s really still watching. “I don’t know, maybe she’s looking at something behind us.”

There’s nothing but a blank wall behind you two, and your boyfriend shakes his head.

It’s not until the weekend that he mentions it again. It’s Saturday, and you’re back at his place after a party, still pretty buzzed from the night’s festivities.

You regret agreeing to go back with him now as he tries to talk you into hooking up. Honestly, you’ve never enjoyed sex with your boyfriend, usually closing your eyes and thinking of Robin, but now that the thought of her makes you want to die, you haven’t been able to bring yourself to do anything with him at all. Clearly, a week with no sex has been such a hardship for him.

“C’mon baby,” he whines, sounding like a petulant child. “I’m dying over here.”

He grabs your wrist and puts your hand on the crotch of his jeans. You can feel how hard he is, and it genuinely makes you want to gag. You try to move your hand, but he outmatches you in strength and keeps it in place, grip tightening around your wrist until you let out a yelp in pain.

“Stop it, you’re hurting me!” He doesn’t stop, and your swear there will be finger-shaped bruises marking your skin when you look in the morning.

You slap him in the face with your other hand, and he finally lets go, stumbling back in shock. His face quickly morphs from surprise into an expression of anger.

“Baby, please, let’s just go to bed,” you beg, trying to put an end to it.

The corners of his lips curl up in a snarl. “What, you’re not into me anymore? Is that it?”

You shake your head vigorously, but he keeps going.

“Don’t act like you’re not a little whore, I know exactly how many guys you’ve slept with.” His face twists into a cruel smirk. “And maybe girls.”

“What?” Your eyes widen in panic. “I wouldn’t- I would never- I’m not-”

“That freak in the hall the other day, she was fully checking you out.”

You shake your head again, heart pounding as you enter full panic mode.

“Is that why you don’t want to fuck me? Huh? Are you a fucking dyke?”

You gasp. “Fuck. You.” You can hear the tears in your voice, the evidence running down your cheeks.

You whirl around and run out of the room, leaving the house and making it to your car. Your boyfriend is hot on your heels, following you outside.

“Sweetheart, please, I didn’t mean it.” He tugs at the handle of your car door, which you had managed to lock just in time. “Come back inside, baby, you know you want to.”

“I’m done with you.” You spit, voice audible through the closed window. “For good this time.”

You slam the car into reverse, peeling out of his driveway. You can see him try to chase after you as you put it in drive and speed away.

Full-on sobs escape your chest as you drive down the empty streets.

You have no idea where to go or what to do. Your closest friends are probably with their boyfriends right now, and you already told your parents you wouldn’t be home that night.

You don’t even realize you’re driving to Robin’s house until you read the road sign naming the street she lives on.

Hands shaking on the steering wheel, you pull into her driveway. Her parents are once again not home, and you breathe a sigh of relief. At least if it all goes to shit, you won’t have an audience.

The door swings open before you can knock. Robin blinks at you with a straight face, clearly waiting for you to speak. Her expression turns to concern as she takes in your disheveled appearance. Black streaks of mascara run from under your eyes down your cheeks, and your eyes are still a bit teary. Robin’s eyes travel to your wrist, where you’ve cradled it against your body. Just as you suspected, deep purple bruises are starting to appear. You sniffle, and Robin snaps back to the moment, moving aside to let you in.

“Y/N,” Robin says softly as if you were a wild animal she’s trying not to spook. “Are you okay?”

The question sends you over the edge, and you burst into tears once more, backing up against a wall and slumping down onto the ground right in the middle of her entryway.

You bury your face in your hands, muffling your cries. A soft hand touches your arm, and you look to see Robin has joined you on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” you manage to get out between sobs. “I shouldn’t have come here, I know you don’t want to see me.”

Robin gently takes your hand, examining your injured wrist. “What happened?”

“I was just- I didn’t want to but he wanted it and-,” you start crying harder.

“Your boyfriend did this to you?” Robin looks like she could kill someone when you nod.

“He- he called me a dyke, he tried to take it back but he said it, said he saw you looking at me.” Robin pulls you into a hug, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you explain what happened with your now ex-boyfriend.

After a few minutes of crying on her shoulder, you pull back. “I’m sorry, I think I ruined your shirt.”

Sure enough, the shoulder of her white t-shirt is covered in smeared mascara and wet with tears.

“It’s okay,” she reassures you, swiping a stray tear from your cheek with her thumb.

“I’m sorry about everything, actually.” You take a deep breath. “Robin, I don't love him, I've never loved him."

“It’s always been you for me, even if I was terrible at showing it. I love you, even if you never want anything to do with me again, I just wanted you to know.”

Robin just looks at you.

You sigh and pick yourself up off the ground. “I’ll go, I’m sorry.”

You don’t make it two steps towards the door before Robin stops you, spinning you around and pulling you in for a kiss. You melt into her, putting up no resistance as you get what you've been so desperately craving since you were last here.

Robin kisses you like she hasn’t seen you in years, pouring every bit of longing and heartbreak and love into her movements as she grabs your waist and pulls you as close as possible. You kiss her back with just as much passion, trying to communicate without words that you are hers, now and forever.

“Mine,” she mutters between kisses as if reading your mind.

“Yours,” you gasp out, “I’m yours.”

And this time, you truly mean it.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things

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Ayesha Liveblogs Heartstopper S1

I will not lie to you have put off watching this show for so long because I thought it might hurt my feelings but I think I'm finally ready to put myself through it

I didn't realize we'd be starting this show with Charlie already in a clandestine relationship. Alright, diving right in

Call me crazy, but I think this guy who is causing Charlie's brain to create gentle cartoon leaves might be the guy he falls in love with:

"Still don't tell anyone about this." Heartwarming words from Secondary Love Interest Ben

"Why are you talking to me? I don't even know who you are." Ben, love, I think you're overcorrecting

Tao saying "Bro Dude Friends" in an American accent tickles me

God I remember not being allowed to have a phone at even at lunch in school. Dark Times

"Have you talked to your friends about it? "They wouldn't get it." HAHAHA the one realistic teacher who deflects dating questions back to the teens

Immediately I like Tori. "Was he a knob?" is exactly the right question to ask

Charlie's imagined romantic cutaways are very fun

"I don't just fall for any guy who's nice to me," said Charlie, as if he had not immediately fallen for Nick on the basis of them just saying hi to each other and having one conversation about ink stains

Genuinely I hope this rugby endeavour ends with Charlie making a bunch of friends and discovering a love of sport

Update from 1 montage later: I think it has!

Also I am immediately invested in Tao and Elle's relationship. They miss each other so much, it's very sweet

This episode took a really harsh and unexpected turn with Ben's reappearance. Bring back the rugby montage

"It was normal," said Nick, in a very convincing statement that no parent would find troubling

Nick said: Move over Charlie, I can also have a cartoonish dream sequence. Welcome to My Instagram-Induced Homophobia Fever Dream

Immediately I'm relating to Nick. I too get stressed out by watching other people type and have to put away my phone. Also it is becoming clearer and clearer that he's going to be the one who is slower to come to terms with his own feelings

"Thank you for being my supportive straight friend." HAHAH bold of Charlie to assume. But I get that it opens the door to that conversation

"You know, when I was a teenager and had a crush on a straight boy, I just repressed it and suffered." Mr. Gay Teacher speaking to the real Teenage Experience LMAO

I love Elle making friends at her new school 💗 Not to stereotype but I do think girls are more welcoming as a social group

Nick has touched Charlie's hair one too many times today to be convincingly straight hahahah

"Nick likes a girl," said Tao confidently, as if the 'girl' Nick's friends had been teasing him for texting was not Charlie

"You've befriended the school lesbians." GOOD FOR ELLE

Nick thinking about holding Charlie's hand but stopping himself. Sweet boy

"I don't think he's straight," said Tori, after witnessing one of the gayest goodbyes I've ever seen

Nick staring at his team photo like he can rugby away gay thoughts

HAHAHAH doing the "Am I gay" quiz and getting 62%. I am so Nick-coded. He is so me. Someone stop these Repressed Queer Blond British Boys from being so relatable hahaha

"We don't want to make a big announcement or anything... just maybe not hide so much." I'm not sure which part of this interaction I liked the most, 1) Nick and Tara immediately establishing they weren't into each other 2) Tara telling Nick she is a lesbian, modelling a chill coming out and 3) Tara immediately giving Nick a sly look as soon as he mentions His Best Friend Charlie

Both cold and cool for Nick to tell Harry off for being homophobic at his own birthday party

Tao making Elle promise nothing will affect their friendship because he is clearly in love with her already LOL

Nick being visibly comforted by seeing happy queer people around him. Once again, relatable:

Very funny of the show to only NOW warn me of strobing effects, which have been bothering me for quite some minutes as I tried to get a screenshot of that scene LOL

"I'm dying." "It's cause you're old." To friends literally months older than you is honestly one of my favourite jokes

Nick said: The quiz was right! I AM at least 62% gay

Charlie immediately realizing he's got himself into another situationship with a guy who is definitely not ready to come out

"It's not that I didn't want to [whispers] kiss you.. I was just so confused. I've just been so, so confused." The immediate juxtaposition between Ben, who did not give a damn about Charlie's feelings through his sexuality crisis, and Nick, who not only apologized right away, but also is actively trying to explain how he's feeling to Charlie 🥺💘

Charlie is also representing a real group of people who are The Only Out Kid At School Whom All Other People Figuring Out That They're Some Type of Gay May Inevitably Direct Their Feelings

"A lot of gay people are good at sports, Charlie," said the Rugby Coach, slightly offended on behalf of all gay athletes

LMAO @ IMOGEN'S "I'm an ally" scene, I've seen it before

Also she really does give me second-hand embarrassment. Read the room girl!!!

Tao is so hostile to Nick undeservedly ghggghhgh Nick wasn't the one who threw the rugby ball but he did get pelted with it by Tao after

LMAO @ Darcy immediately clocking Nick and Charlie as a couple

"Why are the other team literal adult men?" Ah, a classic sports dilemma

"You've got some mud on your face though," said Nick, like the rest of both of them including his own face was not also covered in mud

HAHAHAHA Isaac also immediately clocking that they are sitting way too close and gazing too much to be just homies

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NICKKKKKKKKKK YOU ARE FALLING INTO THE SAME BEN TRAP. BE BETTER! YOU ARE SEEING SOMEONE!!!!!!!!

I know he's just trying to be a good friend to Charlie and I don't know if it's Tao's hair and face but he's reminding me of someone I know (who had a lot of emotional issues) and it's giving me a bit of the heebie jeebies hahahah

"Do you like this girl?" "Well, um, her dog died." HAHAH NICK, this poor people-pleasing boy

"Tao, no, it's his birthday," Tao is a rough mix of incredibly loyal, moderately possessive of his friends and lacking in any social graces whatsoever

Also if Tao understood what was going on, he'd be TWICE as mad. It's growing more deserved by the minute

"I was going to say I'd send him a strongly-worded DM, but murder's fine too." Hahahahah Tao

I've never seen a more uncomfortable exchange of the words, "You're a good friend." LOL:

Even if this whole Imogen thing is still pretty messy, I give a lot of credit to Nick for telling Charlie about it and explaining the context as well as clarifying he was going to put an end to it before it happened

"I wish I'd met you when I was younger," said Nick, like 16 isn't still pretty young

"I really like you." "You like me?" "Yes, wasn't that obvious?" HAHAHAHA they're so silly, I love them ❤️

I love that Charlie and Nick are so into each other they can't help but have a bit of PDA everywhere they go

Elle said: You're not the only ones capable of cutesy animations for the friend you're secretly in love with, Charlie and Nick

Do you think Isaac's like, 'Damn, this is an above average amount of romantic tension for a bowling outing'

"Mamma Mia." "We've seen that four times this year already." Nick continues to be extremely me-coded, including looking up the best LGBT movies nghghgnjg

I said this MOMENTS before he googled being bisexual. INCREDIBLE

"Do you wanna kiss? Would that help?" [Sarcastically] "Wow." "Just a suggestion." Charlie said: Sorry about your sexuality crisis, my love language is giving u a leetle kees on the lips

AWWWWWWWWWW I loooooove Nick finally having someone to talk through his sexuality feelings with outside of his boyfriend

"Kissing you is actually one of the things that made me realize I don't like kissing guys." "Okay, happy to help?" Nick 💖

Personally I LOVE the triple date and Meddling Gays Groupchat

Charlie is so blindingly smiley every time Nick acknowledges to someone that they're together it is the sweetest:

In fairness to Tao being the last to know, he is 1) The only one who actively dislikes Nick and 2) The only cishet person at the table

Must be rough for Tara to go from everyone only ever talking about how fit she is to all the crap of people thinking they're gonna catch lesbianism

It would've been VERY funny if they all got locked in the closet

"They all probably think I'm this like, gay nerd." "Well, you kind of are a gay nerd." Nick said: You're MY gay nerd, Charlie

"Oi, just look at him behind him. Like a little girl." Harry's got so many issues. He's literally in the same proximity to Ben, what's his problem?

"Quick question. What's it like being gay?" Not that EVERY homophobic character is secretly gay, but it does seem more and more like Harry is 🤨

"I'm not even gay. I just felt really sorry for you." Since ep 1, I have strongly been suspecting that Ben will be the one to out Nick and Charlie and I feel it even more strongly now that he has eyewitnessed their handholding

Also it does NOT bode well that this ep is called Bully

"[Charlie] has a friend who won't leave me alone," said Harry, as if he has not been the one pelting Tao and calling him names to deal with what is probably a little gay crush repressed deep under thirteen layers of stupid and mean

"None of us are being homophobic." I feel like people are now growing up in this weird era where people ARE still homophobic but unwilling to admit it because it's less acceptable. It's fucked up to have someone do something bigoted to you and say it's not. At least when someone's horrible upfront you are facing an enemy that's showing its face

I don't blame Nick for finally losing his cool. Also wild of Harry to pick a fight with someone who is obviously bigger than him

"Some of the rugby boys are nice." "Even they just... stood there." There comes a certain point where being able to associate yourself with bigoted people must mean that you are at best indifferent to the people they harm

"I think I know why he hasn't [told me]. He thinks I'll accidentally say something stupid and out Nick to all of Nick's mates. And obviously he cares more about Nick's feelings than he does about mine." SEVERAL THINGS, TAO. 1) IT IS OBVIOUS why he hasn't told you, it's because you have shown numerous times you don't like Nick. 2) Why the hell is OUTING THEM even on your list? 3) In a situation where you COULD accidentally out Nick, his feelings are OBJECTIVELY more important than yours! And 4) This possessiveness towards your friends is part of the problem!!!

"This is all your fault," said Tao, as if Charlie had forced him to fight with Harry instead of literally intervening upon it

I get that Tao's a teen and he's hurt Charlie's priorities are different and he's short-sighted but GOD take some personal responsibility

"He said he doesn't wanna talk to you." If Charlie ends up being the only one to apologize for this I'm gonna be SO mad

All other things aside, I'm glad Tao and Nick are bonding

I love how consistently useful it is that Charlie can run fast

"You don't get to make me feel like crap anymore just because you hate yourself." YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH CHARLIE

DOUBLE APOLOGY, AS WAS WARRANTED FOR THESE TWO:

The butterflies appearing on Tao's side so we know the feeling is mutual ahhhhhhhhhh

If Nick is leaving the rugby match to kiss his boyfriend, that is the FUNNIEST possible thing he could do, surely it could wait til after the match rather than mid-mandatory-sports day

The update is that he was desperate for a conversation, which seems more reasonable LMAO

"My life is way better because I met you." NIIIIICK 😭❤️

Charlie is really coming into his own today. The most nonconfrontational boy crams three different emotional confrontations into one sports day

Bold move to make out in the school corridor mid-mandatory-sports day. In general, interesting how often people are macking around this school. But I understand, it was a very romantic conversation:

"I love liking you," said Nick, like that wasn't one of the most romantic things I've ever heard

"Does this mean we're boyfriends?" "Oh, yes. Was that not already established the last like, ten times we made out?" HAHAHA their DTR talks kill me a little

"Thank you for telling me. I'm so sorry if I ever made you feel like you couldn't." I was nervous for Nick for a moment, but I'm so glad for him now

"It's called bisexuality, if you've heard of that." LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO not Nick genzsplaining bisexuality to Mama Nelson aka Olivia Colman, of The Favourite fame

What a sweet and charming show

#ayesha liveblogs heartstopper #ayesha says things #heartstopper #finally watched this! #it was lovely #spoilers for all of heartstopper s1 #liveblogging #television

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Thanks for saying the bit about butch being identity more than presentation. I'm aware it is, like I'm not dumb, but I never feel like I show the fact that I'm butch enough, even if I'm soft butch. Like wearing androgynous clothes means fuck all in modern day since women's fashion is androgynous at a base line currently, plus I have very long hair and tend to keep my nails somewhat long so my identity doesn't show at all and it makes me constantly feel like I'm appropriating the label. But like if I were cis, I'd probably take testosterone for a bit like she/her Lea did; that idea is super enticing. As is I like being trans because it gives some masculinity to my physicality. If it were the past where women wore dresses, I'd definitely wear men's clothes (probably mixed with some parts of women's stuff). Just modern day doesn't let me visibly defy social norms as much as I want. My leather jacket and boots just isn't enough to show my identity.

Sorry for the ranble. Just made me feel way better, seeing confirmation that it's largely identity. Even if I don't have anyone to truly express it with.

you're welcome!

it was definitely something i had to unlearn; especially now with so much of lesbian bar culture having been pushed out and forgotten, a lot of younger people just.. don't know what these words mean, and when i was their age, butch and lesbian both were Bad Words that you never said at all except to demean someone.

reading older lesbian literature helped me overcome that and learning about all of the people that came before us; both about butches and femmes. digging through archives and putting myself into butch/femme spaces online has been hugely beneficial to me. i used to feel the same & like i could never "claim the label" because i didn't look a certain way, but that's just simply not true.

and this is especially not true for lesbians and other women who are already having other labels forced upon them by society; for not being white, for not being skinny, for not being hyper feminine, for not being cis, etc.

one of the things that made it really click for me was picture archives, specifically these kinds of pictures:

(pride, nyc, 1977 by meryl meisler)

this one is nancy tucker & her partner, and the two of them would switch shirts throughout the march. (1970 by kay tobin lahusen)

you can see how similar butches and femmes can look, and this is also what i mean when i say femmes are just as sanitized in popular media. butch and femme can be adjectives, but they are also nouns, they are genders and they are roles that people fill within lesbian relationships and within their community; how they move through the world, interact with society and how they interact with other lesbians and other women romantically and sexually.

this quote is one of my favorites:

“Butch is a trickster gender—and so, in a similar way, is femme. Lesbian gender expressions do not emulate heteropatriarchy, they subvert it. Femme removes femininity from the discursive shadow of masculinity and thereby strips from it any connotation of subordination or inferiority. Butch takes markers of “masculinity” and divests them of their association with maleness or manhood. Butchness works against the gender binary—the masculine/feminine paradigm—and reclaims for women the full breadth of possibilities when it comes to gender expression.”

— Caroline Narby, “On My Butchness”

#anyways. i'll get off my soapbox lmfao #im reluctant sometimes to discuss this stuff outside of lesbian circles just cus it very quickly devolves into like.... #silly goofy 'let women be feminine' kind of takes #which is simply not something we need to say. women are Forced to be feminine #so when i talk abt it publicly i do tend to focus on the gender nonconformity part #and like i said earlier thats why i chose to lock the mc into a specific presentation #but femmes are just as gnc as butches too #it's complicated. and it's more than just how they look #ask #and-the-wind-i-know-its-cold