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lizzieisright · 10 months

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At least I got you in my head (smutty bonus)

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Can you read it on it's own? Yes!

Summary: In the beginning of your relationship you ask Abby to go slow for her own sake, because you don't want to overwhelm her with gayness. Abby, on the other hand, is so sexually frustrated she can't think about anything except sex.

Tags: first time with a woman (Abby), communication (they can't shut the fuck up! i love it for them), top!Abby, oral, fingering, Abby turns into a victorian man once again.

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Abby was in fucking heaven. Being out and dating someone as gorgeous and smart as you? Being able to come back home to you? What could be better than that?

You were so attentive and understanding, caring, Abby even felt a little awkward, not really used to a partner who cares. You two talked a lot about being gay and how it changed both of you and how it was still changing Abby.

The first thing Abby enjoyed about being a lesbian was: she got to be dominant. With men she didn't really have an outlet for her natural dominance because well, gender roles and even if boys were okay with her being more assertive, they still expected her to be more of a seductress than what she had in mind. With you Abby got to enjoy initiating things the way she wanted to, grabbing you and kissing you, pressing you against all surfaces in the apartment - her favourite was picking you up and putting you on a kitchen counter where she could grope your thighs all she wanted - and you enjoyed it too. You told her so many times how much you loved her strength and Abby felt drunk on it, having someone to see it as something attractive instead of an obstacle.

"I'm scared to hurt you." Abby said, restraining herself from gripping you harder.

"Okay. We can do something with this." You smiled at her, your arms around her neck as you played with her braid. "Squeeze my thigh and I'll tell you if it hurts."

Abby squeezed carefully, not really using her strength, scared.

"Harder." Abby squeezed harder. "More." Now Abby felt like she was getting closer to what she wanted to do, but she was still anxious.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not yet. More."

Abby squeezed like she wanted the whole time, fighting her anxiety - you wouldn't lie to her, right?

"More."

Abby looked at you, surprised, but squeezed even more harder, digging her fingers into your thighs.

"Yeah that hurts a little, but still okay. Remember this feeling, okay? That's how hard you can go without hurting me. Works for you?"

How did you manage to fix all her worries Abby had no idea, but fuck she was thankful to have her first relationship with someone so understanding and open-minded when she was not sure what she was doing. It felt like fucking puberty all over again.

Abby was super fucking horny. Never in her life did she think about sex so much as she was thinking these days. And you were fucking mean.

(you were level-headed and wanted the best for her)

You told Abby you didn't want to rush things and let her have time to actually settle in her skin and not go head first into things so she wouldn't freak out, and yes, it made perfect fucking sense so Abby agreed to it.

Did she know you would not rush things for a month? No she fucking didn't.

No she fucking didn't.

Every time when Abby'd try to get a little further you wouldn’t let her, and if Abby could understand why two weeks ago, now she was thinking the problem was not that she was too excited, but it was something to do with you.

So the next time when Abby put her hands under your shirt while you were making out in the kitchen and you tried to stop her, Abby decided to confront you about it.

"You know, you told me we don't have to jump straight to sex, but you don't let me touch you at all." Abby said as she stood in front of you, bracketing you with her arms by your sides. "Why do I feel like it's not about me? If you're not ready to have sex for your own reasons that's fine, but-" Abby stopped, trying to find the right words to get her point across. "You can't make it look like this is about me when in reality it's about you."

"I just-" You averted your eyes from her. "I'm really scared. You're so important to me and I don't want to fuck it up. Fuck." You looked up and Abby saw how your eyes watered and it shocked her. Why was it so serious for you?

“Hey, look at me.” Abby took your face into her hands and made you look at her. You were on a brink of tears and Abby got worried. “What are you afraid of?”

You took a deep breath to calm down, irrationally nervous - you felt like an idiot. You knew objectively you were one, but annoying thoughts that consumed you in the past days sounded like a pretty plausible theory. Though now, when Abby cornered you and voiced her concerns you wanted to slam yourself in the face - you were an idiot. You knew exactly how to do it right, but instead you got delusional.

“I’m sorry. I was scared that once we have sex you’d be like ‘nope, this is weird, I’m actually straight’, but now when I hear myself say it I understand how stupid I sound.”

Abby looked at you, frowning.

“Yes, you do.” Abby said seriously. “You should’ve told me instead of deciding for me.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” You said honestly, looking at Abby and not shying away from her anger. She had every right to be angry with you. “I won’t push you away anymore.”

“No, listen, this is not the issue here.” Abby said impatiently and moved away to sit on the chair while you were still sitting on the kitchen counter. “It’s the fact that you don’t tell me what’s going on in your head. If you’re nervous and want to wait just say it, don’t cover it up with my lack of experience. Because not only is it condescending, but also makes it seem like you don’t trust me to decide what I want.” You heard the hurt and annoyance in Abby’s voice and it propelled your guilt into another level.

“You’re right. I got too insecure and it fucked me up. I’m sorry.” You looked at her again, trying to read her emotions.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Abby said under her nose. She was annoyed, but she couldn’t help but understand you. “I can’t believe someone as smart as you are can be so stupid.”

“I become very stupid when it comes to you.” You chuckled. It was true - all your confidence and rationality went out of the window when Abby was concerned.

“Yeah. Should’ve expected that.” Abby chuckled in return, softened by the fact that you liked her so much it turned you into an idiot. “Come here.”

You went over to Abby and she hugged you around your waist, poking your stomach with her nose.

“Next time be honest. Because I know I wanna fuck you.”

You swallowed as arousal washed over you. Your grip in her hair tightened and Abby looked up, smirking.

“You liked it, didn’t you?”

“You really want to?” You asked, ignoring her question, still worried that Abby didn’t know what she was signing up for.

“Yeah. I really want to.” Abby squeezed your butt and you yelped, surprised. “Do you?”

“We should build up our way here. Start with something.. small and safe.”

“You and your fucking worrying, I swear to god. You think I don’t know what naked girls look like?”

“But what about-”

Abby narrowed her eyes at you and you shut up.

“Be honest.” Abby ordered and your knees grew weak.

“Promise me to stop if you start to freak out.”

“Promise me to get out of your head. Otherwise I am going to freak out.”

“Okay.”

“Good.” Abby stood up and tugged you in the direction of her bedroom, surprising you.

“What, you want to have sex now?”

“I’ve been waiting for a month, I’m not waiting any longer.”

You smiled and followed Abby to her bedroom - you noticed how impatient she was by how fast she was walking and how hard she was squeezing your hand, and once you entered the room, she spun around and pressed you into the door, kissing you. Abby wasn’t wasting time, immediately tugging your shirt off, fully knowing you didn’t have a bra on. So the moment your shirt hit the floor, Abby moved away a little just to look at you.

It was suddenly hard for her to breathe and her mouth literally watered as she stared at your tits, mesmerised. Abby wanted to put her mouth everywhere on your skin, so she pressed you back into the door, kissing you roughly as she caressed your sides before cupping your tits and groaning into your mouth: your tits were so fucking soft. You throbbed at the sound and arched into Abby to get closer while you carefully tugged on her shirt and she moved away again to impatiently pull her shirt off and throw it somewhere. Abby still had her sports bra on and you let her decide if she wanted it off, which she apparently didn’t.

“Bed.” Abby ordered in a low husky voice and you got wet just from this intonation.

“Tell me what you want.” You told her and walked her to the bed until she fell on it and you straddled her.

“Holy shit.” Abby looked at you, naked on top of her and she just couldn’t stop fucking staring, her dominance crumbling as she started to feel like a virgin, nervous and so fucking horny she was probably soaked through her sweats.

“Are you freaking out?” You asked, getting worried as Abby just stared at you with wide eyes.

“I- give me a second.” Abby took a few breaths to calm her nerves. Maybe you were right with this let’s not rush thing. “You’re so fucking pretty.” Abby ran her hands up and down your sides, squeezing experimentally. She finally settled on holding your hips, her thumb rubbing over your hip bones. “What-” Abby swallowed, her throat dry from arousal. “How do I make you feel good?”

“That’s what you want?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you thought about it before?” You leaned down and kissed Abby’s neck, making her sigh and tighten the grip on your hips as you licked her skin.

“A million fucking times, god.” Abby ran her hands up and rubbed your back. She could feel your nipples on her abs and it sent shivers down her spine.

“Let’s start with this. Do what you want to do in your thoughts.”

Abby gripped your waist and rolled you on your back, pressing you down into the mattress and you closed your eyes in pleasure - you remembered wondering how it would feel, having Abby between your legs, her weight pressing you down, and now you could say it was absolutely delicious. And Abby watched you, seeing how much you were enjoying it.

“Do you- do you prefer to bottom?” Abby asked carefully, not sure if it was okay to ask. She sure as shit didn’t enjoy being pressed into the bed, always wanting to fight back, but you were different.

“I like both. Or are you talking about control?”

“What’s the difference?” Abby asked, a little more calmed down now. In her head it was simple: the one on top was in control.

“You can top and I’ll still tell you what to do and control you. Or you can top and control me, I’ll just lie there and take it.” That sounded fun. The second part of it, at least: having you, confident and collected at all times, under Abby's control - that was a power trip she never knew she needed before.

“Do you have a preference there?”

“Not really. I just go with the flow.”

Abby hummed and kissed you, pressing you into the bed harder so she could feel you under her, how your thighs stretched to make space for her. You arched into Abby and bucked your hips in a desperate need of friction and Abby froze.

That was hot.

"You okay?"

"Do that again."

You bucked your hips again with more purpose now and Abby pressed her forehead to yours, panting, before grinding down on you just in time. You gasped, desperate - you wanted Abby to touch you so fucking bad.

"Fuck, this is so hot. Holy shit." Abby murmured. She watched your face, contorted in pleasure as you shamelessly grinded on her.

"You know, we can get off just like this." You panted, trying to keep your noises down because being loud from some humping that wasn't even good enough was embarrassing. You weren't fifteen. "Just move your thigh between mine and-"

"No." Abby stopped you. "I want to fucking bury my face between your legs and I will."

"Fuck." You whimpered, painfully turned on. Abby and her fucking honesty. "You sure?"

"How do I make you feel so good you won't be able to ask your stupid questions?" Abby chuckled and suddenly got brave. She moved her hand between your bodies and cautiously placed it over your pubic, not quite there yet, but enough to taste the waters.

You bucked your hips into her hand, so fucking desperate it was ridiculous, no one made you feel this way before - Abby hasn't even done anything yet except kissing and here you were, soaked and greedy.

"You want me to touch you?"

Was it dirty talk or was Abby serious?

"If- if you want to. I'd like it very much." You managed to say with a grin and Abby rolled her eyes.

"That was too polite." Abby laughed, slowly moving her hand down over your clothed cunt. "Save it for Caitlyn."

Abby was nervous, not sure what would be her reaction to touching you like this, even through the sweats you had on - she knew how it felt to touch herself, but touching another woman was still different. She knew she'd probably like it - otherwise she'd not have dreamed about it for so long, but it was still kinda scary.

But Abby's wasn't a coward, so she cupped your pussy slowly and barely held on her groan - you were hot and soft and wet, wet through your fucking pants - and it was a lot to take in, but Abby liked it way more than she expected. And the way you tensed under her, your eyes tightly shut - nothing in her life was hotter than this.

"Good?"

"Fuck, yes. If you make me cum in my pants I swear to god- ah!" Abby pressed slow circles to where she thought your clit might be and it worked.

"So that's how you finally shut up." Abby laughed and you kicked her shoulder playfully. "What?"

You opened your mouth to say something again, but Abby leaned down and caught your nipple into her mouth and you twitched and sighed.

"Fuck, yeah. I like it." You put your hand on Abby's hair and let her play with your tits as long as she wanted.

Okay, tits were fun, Abby decided, licking and sucking on your nipple while she squeezed the other tit with her free hand. You were making these pretty noises under her and Abby was losing her mind, so turned on it was unbelievable. Your pants were getting wetter and wetter as Abby drew circles on your clit and Abby wanted to feel it. She wanted to feel how wet she got you. Abby let your nipple out with a pop and looked at you.

"Can I take your pants off?" You opened your mouth and she knew what you were going to say, so she sped up, making you whimper instead. "Nuh-uh. No stupid questions. Can I take your pants off?"

"What the fuck?" You asked yourself as you laughed quietly, breathing hard. "Why do I feel like it's my first time with a girl and not yours? Yeah, take them off."

Abby sat back and tugged them off, taking underwear with them too - she wasn't going to waste her time on a tiny piece of clothing to, what did you say? Build up to it? No, she wasn't a pussy.

"Because you're worrying too much." Abby said as she helped untangle your pants off your ankles. "Fuck, you have such pretty ankles." Abby drew circles on delicate skin there, the thought that she could connect her fingers around them made her fucking black out from arousal.

"Thanks." You grinned, but you got nervous: Abby's hands felt like restraints and you weren't a fan of it. But Abby moved her hands up your calves, your knees and stopped at your thighs.

Abby was at her ultimate goal: you were naked under her and all she needed to do is to spread your thighs and put her mouth on you. But there was a problem.

Abby actually had no idea how to eat a girl out. Ellie's stories didn't cover that part.

You noticed Abby's hesitance and reached out to her hand, interlocking your fingers.

"What's up?"

"I uh." Abby swallowed as she looked you over, naked and pretty and looking at her with such tenderness and understanding Abby wanted to burst. "I don't know how to- How do I eat you out?"

"Oh." You sighed, surprised. You were expecting Abby to tap out, but her innocent question, her trust to be vulnerable and admit she didn't know what to do made your heart swell. "Okay. I can give you directions if you want. Or I can show you on you."

Abby tensed - the idea of you going down on her wasn't something she was ready for yet.

"Instructions would be nice."

"Okay."

You slowly spread your legs and bent them so Abby'd have a better view - you weren't sure she'd want that, but you trusted her - and Abby stared at your cunt with such intensity your face heated up. Abby was looking at everything, at your pussy lips, at your clit, at your wet hole that was glistening, and her mouth watered. Yeah, she didn't know what to do but fuck she wanted to taste you.

"Holy shit." Abby greedily squeezed your thighs and got closer, not taking her eyes from your cunt. "Am I in fucking heaven?"

You laughed.

"You really want to do this, huh?"

"So how do I make you shut up again?" Abby said playfully.

"Do you want me to guide you or do you want some tips and do what you want to do?"

Guidance was nice, but also Abby wanted to just focus on you and not hear a coherent word from you, so.

"Tips."

"Give me your hand."

Abby did as you told her and you put your mouth on her forearm, rubbing your flat tongue up and down to give her an example. Abby's eyes went dark as she watched you and she squeezed your thigh harder.

"Keep your tongue flat and soft and you're good. Your jaw will hurt, so take a break when you need one."

Abby took a breath to calm herself a little, because her impatience was making her rush and she wanted to savour it.

So Abby leaned down again and kissed you while she slowly moved her hand up your thigh, her fingers shaking a little in anticipation. And the way you spread your legs for her made Abby dizzy - you wanted her to touch you, you were at her mercy an fuck it was getting into her head.

Abby slowly parted your folds the way she did to herself a million times before and you gasped when her fingers brushed over your clit. Abby grunted, trying not to be so embarrassing but feeling your wetness on her fingers was fucking amazing.

"Shit, you're so wet." Abby sighed heavily and slowly moved her hand up and down your cunt, needing to feel how hot and soft you were. She moved her fingers over the curve to your hole experimentally, her fingertips touching just the edges and you bucked your hips, your nails digging into her shoulders. "Are you always this sensitive?"

"I didn't know I could be this sensitive." You huffed, embarrassed. "I guess a month without sex will do that to a person."

"You did it to yourself, idiot." Abby said affectionately and kissed your neck, slowly moving down your body.

"Fair." You sighed loudly as you watched Abby kiss your ribs, then stomach and then she finally moved down.

Abby kissed your hip bone as she rubbed your thighs. She wasn't rushing, giving herself enough time to appreciate what was happening and get used to her senses being attacked with your scent, your warmth, the feel of your skin under her chin - that was new but she liked it so much she stopped restraining herself and literally buried her nose in your pussy, breathing you in, and you yelped as your hands flew to Abby's hair that was so unfortunately braided.

"Fuck, Abby-" You panted. "Give the girl a warning."

But Abby wasn't listening anymore, she was too busy finally putting her mouth on you, exploring: she was curious to feel every part of your pussy under her lips. She kissed your pubic, the crease of your thigh, just above your clit, her chin was already wet and Abby swallowed because there was too much saliva in her mouth.

"How-how do you feel?" You asked her as you breathed heavily: for Abby it was an exploration and for you it was fucking teasing, the way you wanted to just buck your hips into her face was unbearable. But you restrained yourself: this was about Abby and not about you now.

"Like I was meant to be here all my life." Abby chuckled and kissed your pussy lips the same way she kissed your mouth: lips were lips, right?

You clutched the pillow when Abby's bottom lip brushed over your clit and Abby looked up to watch your reaction as she literally made out with your cunt: you were fucking magical. Abby didn't even notice how she used her tongue and licked your clit, your taste exploding in her mouth as you whimpered, just because she was too busy watching you, shifting into horny "do everything to make her feel good" mindset.

And now Abby was on a mission. She didn't waste any time, angling her head and latching onto your clit just as you told her, making her tongue as flat and as soft as she could, given that she never did this before.

"Oh shit." You sighed loudly. "Less pressure, Abby." You told her and Abby eased up - she was getting too excited again and was rushing things.

So Abby took a loud breath through her nose and let herself relax a little, taking a slow, gentle pace as she rubbed your clit on her tongue, her eyes rolling back when she picked up your slick - it wasn't even the taste that drove her crazy, but the viscous texture of it.

"Fuck." You sighed and interlocked your fingers with Abby's on your stomach. "Fuck, you're really enjoying it." You watched Abby's concentrated face as she was eating you out like it was her pleasure and not yours.

Abby made an agreeing noise and it went right to your clit and you hissed.

"You can- you can go faster if you want." And Abby picked up her pace as well your voice picked up volume: it felt so fucking good, Abby was really meant to be between your legs like this. Her pace haltered a lot from inexperience and because her jaw was starting to hurt, but you didn't care - she was still making you feel so good and your orgasm was starting to build up already.

But Abby needed a breather so she moved away and looked at you, frowning, as if she was calculating something.

"How do I make you cum?"

"You know you don't have to. I'm enjoying this as it is already."

"I want to. Can I use my fingers?"

"Yeah, yeah, you can. Start with one, okay?"

That wasn't what Abby was thinking about, but if she'd get to feel you like this, she was jumping this train right away.

Abby sat up in all her muscled glory and looked you over again, panting, naked and pretty and all for her.

"You're so fucking hot."

"Kiss me."

Abby leaned down to you and kissed you sweetly as she parted your folds, now more confident. She went up and down, smearing your slick and her saliva over the whole length of your cunt and then very slowly dipped her finger inside. She sighed into your mouth, surprised at how hot and soft you were inside, her mind reeling because she felt like was experiencing something holy now.

Thankfully Ellie's stories covered this part and Abby curled her finger, looking for- for- what was she supposed to be looking for?

"Fuck." You sighed and Abby watched your face, trying to guess what would feel better as she probed around with her finger. "Right- fuck, right there."

Abby immediately locked the position of her finger, trying to remember what she was feeling to find it later too, because she already knew she wouldn't leave you alone after this. The hunger Abby felt was building up for twenty years in her, and now she had you to feed her.

Abby didn't wait for you to tell her to go faster, picking up the pace enough to make you louder and grip her arm harder.

"You know, I like listening to these noises way more than to your worrying." Abby murmured into your ear and you gasped. "Can I add another one?"

"Yeah- and fuck you." You chuckled and Abby raised her brows.

"You meant fuck you? Because this is what is happening."

"You're so cocky."

"Yeah, maybe."

Abby slowly pulled out her finger and just as slowly pushed two back in - she was gentle, scared to hurt you because you were tight around her.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, don't worry."

Abby started slow, basking in the feeling of your cunt around her fingers, the way you were all wet and hot for her, how soft your walls were when she curled her fingers looking for the same spot as before, but it wasn't that easy.

"Fuck, I lost it." Abby whispered to herself and you giggled.

"Don't worry about it, it feels good. I like it." You reached down and corrected Abby's hand position. "Here."

Abby nodded and curled her fingers hard, too eager to please you and you gasped, scaring Abby - did she hurt you with how hard she moved her hand?

"Shit, did I-"

"Do that again."

Oh. Abby smirked and went harder on you, practically holding you by your cunt with how hard she was curling her fingers inside and you felt yourself getting closer and closer with each touch of Abby's fingers. It felt amazing and you knew from experience athlete's hands wouldn't get tired too fast so Abby could easily make you cum like this, so you relaxed and concentrated on each thrust of her fingers as they were getting you closer to your climax, but then Abby stopped.

"Wha-" You asked, confused, but Abby moved back between your thighs and you laughed happily. "Okay, that works too."

"Were you close?"

Oh. Abby didn't notice it - of course she didn't, how many pussies she's been in before to know how it feels - and your face heated up.

"Yeah."

The shit-eating grin on Abby's face was so precious you didn't say anything in return and just interlocked your fingers again. It wasn't super comfortable to get in front of your pussy with no hands, but Abby wasn't going to let you go if her life depended on it. Somehow she managed to lie down while still having her fingers in you and now she had to figure out how to fucking multitask. Abby’s mouth watered as she watched her fingers disappear in you while you whimpered, and she put her mouth back on your clit, doing the same thing as she did before, gently rubbing your clit in a pace that was fast and didn't get her jaw tired too early.

You dug your nails into Abby's knuckles as you felt your orgasm getting closer - at this point if Abby could keep her fingers moving you wouldn't even need her mouth to cum. Your heavy breathing turned into squeaky moans at each time Abby's fingers hit right in time with her tongue and Abby watched you with dark eyes, clearly enjoying the way you were enjoying her.

Abby gently sucked on your clit to move her jaw a little and you jumped, holding onto her hand painfully. Abby got surprised and her pace broke for a moment, but it made her double her efforts, her fingers getting rougher and her tongue not changing the pace.

"Fuck I'm so close-" You sobbed. "Don't change anything." You managed to moan and Abby was more than happy to oblige.

And now Abby felt it, how you got so tight on her fingers it almost hurt and arousal went over her like in a hot wave. Abby closed her eyes, falling into lustful bliss, licking and sucking your clit just for her own satisfaction because it felt amazing, and Abby didn't notice how your thighs started to close around her head, but the new weight on her shoulders made her moan into your pussy and you suddenly got super silent.

Abby looked up, worried, but the moment she looked at your frown she knew you were cumming so she kept her pace and watched you shudder and moan so low it got loud, and then she felt your walls pulsate around her fingers in big waves and Abby blacked out again because she was experiencing God by this point. You clung to her hand, leaving crescent marks on her knuckles and tugged on her hair, but Abby was so out of it, collecting all your juices with her tongue, she didn't care about mild pain.

"Abby-Abby fuck-" You moaned because she wasn't stopping and you were getting too sensitive. "Come on, baby, come here."

Abby opened her eyes and you saw how blown out her pupils were - she was getting pussydrunk and you just laid back hopelessly and let her do what she wanted. Abby slowly took her fingers out and sucked them clean before diving back in and lapping at your hole, pushing her tongue inside and you whimpered, shaking, tugging on her hair.

"Abby, shit-" You sobbed. "Come here."

This time Abby actually listened and crawled on top of you, her chin wet. You held her face in your hands and wiped her chin gently. Abby kissed you, rough enough to press your head into the pillow and you hugged her shoulders, pressing closer to her..

“Was it good?" Abby asked, trying to hide her embarrassment, but you still heard it in her voice.

"What does this look like?" You showed her your trembling arm, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm. "It was so fucking good, Abby, it’s ridiculous how good it was.” Abby laughed at your playful offense, relieved she didn’t fuck up. “What do you want me to do for you?"

Abby suddenly tensed - she wasn't sure she was ready for it yet, to be touched like this. She honestly didn't even notice how turned on and pent up she was, too lost in making you feel good, but her clit was pulsing and aching for some relief and Abby wanted to cum, she just didn't know how.

"We don't have to do anything." You reminded Abby when she hesitated to give you an answer. "But if you want to you can use my thigh or my fingers or my mouth, I'm all for it."

Maybe this is where Abby would like to start small and safe, because she knew for sure she wasn't ready for oral yet, thigh thing sounded awkward so she settled on good old fingers.

"Yeah, you can touch me."

You smiled, happy, and gently moved your hand between your bodies, trailing Abby's abs with your fingertips, making her flex her muscles.

"You wanna lie on your back?"

No she didn't. You saw Abby tense and didn't push further, clearly reading she wasn't yet comfortable with being vulnerable like this.

So you slowly pushed your hand into her pants, watching her reaction. Abby closed her eyes and gasped when you brushed over her clit, so you started rubbing it up and down carefully, not knowing how sensitive Abby was.

"Good?"

"Yeah." Abby said in a husky voice and squeezed your side.

You kissed her cheek and sped up just a little and Abby screwed her shut and started breathing heavily, knowing she wouldn't last long, too pent up after a fucking month of cock-blocking and seeing you cum just now.

"You're so wet." You sighed in wonder and sped up again, making Abby tense as she got overwhelmed and so close to the edge it was embarrassing. "I like seeing you like this." You told Abby as you watched her intently, her knitted brows and tense jaw as she tried to not be loud, grunting and squeezing your side painfully.

You circled her clit and Abby shuddered violently, cumming with a strained grunt, her head falling on your shoulder as her hot slick covered your fingers. You eased up on her but didn't stop to prolong her orgasm.

"Stop, stop-stop-stop." Abby panted and you obeyed, just cupping her pussy. "Fuck."

You chuckled and kissed Abby gently, feeling very soft and full of love for her and she relaxed on top of you, still breathing heavily. You slowly took your hand out of her pants and broke the kiss to suck on your fingers and Abby honest to god blushed as she watched you.

“Why would you do that?” Abby laughed, embarrassed, but you were too busy enjoying her taste.

“Why did you do it?” You laughed too and Abby pinched your side. "Was it good for you too?"

"Yeah." Abby nuzzled into your neck. "Can we do it again in like, ten minutes?"

Oh fuck, you thought as you laughed, Abby was going to be a fucking pussy fiend.

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crljhnn · 1 month

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Maybe It's Enough

Pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Reader

Summary: Robin thinks you don't like her back, so she encourages Steve to take you out on a date. You think Robin doesn't like you back, so you agree to let Steve take you out on a date.

No use of y/n; lesbian reader

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: slight hints of / implied homophobia

[also posted on AO3]

The first time you actively realized that you were different was when you were 12.

You were lying on your bedroom floor, surrounded by your friends, looking through a magazine targeted towards young teenage girls.

You vividly remember your friends going on and on, gushing about the male actors and musicians featured in the newest edition, who were striking suggestive poses while smirking directly at the camera. You, on the other hand, only felt weak in the knees if the article displayed their girlfriends or female co-stars as well.

You grew up pretty sheltered, so it wasn't until a few nights later that you found out that women who were attracted to other women existed.

You were sneaking down the stairs to get yourself a bottle of water when you overheard your mother gossiping on the phone about a church friend's daughter, who was spending an awful amount of time with that new girl, Susan. Apparently, there have been rumors that she has been bringing shame upon her family and disgracing the church for quite a while.

Hearing the disgust in your mother's voice awoke a discomfort within you about your own emotions. You found yourself going back and forth between entertaining your suspicions and reassuring yourself that you simply hadn't met the right guy yet (that's at least what your older sister told you when you confided in her).

This maybe, maybe not spiel ended when you met Robin in your shared math class during your freshman year. She was somewhat angsty and awkward, and you were instantly in love. You didn't manage to muster up the courage to speak to her during that school year, though.

In your sophomore year, you were almost sure that Robin was gay. You caught her looking dreamingly at a little too many female classmates, a little too often. Also, from what you heard, she never had a boyfriend or openly expressed interest in any of the boys.

At the end of junior year, you were almost certain that Robin was into you. The staring was now reserved solely for you, and she constantly sat close, but never directly next to you. She also always started that cute nervous ramble when you tried to talk to her, and then always found a way to prematurely end the conversation.

"Sorry, I think I left my water bottle in the cafeteria. Bye!"

When you found out that Robin started working at Scoobs, you were tempted to go and visit her; this way, she was forced to talk to you. You nearly chickened out in the parking lot and had to hype yourself up for nearly half an hour just to be met with Steve "the Hair" Harrington when you got up to the counter.

You took that as a sign not to show up at Scoops again. Plus, now that you thought about it, what were you even supposed to talk about? The ice cream flavor?

That's why you were thankful when she started at the local video store. Movies were definitely something you could talk about for hours.

It wasn't as easy as you thought, though. Every time you came by, she was either busy organizing a section on the complete opposite end of the store or she was in the back. When you tried talking to her, she would always redirect you to Steve.

"I'm kind of busy right now, but I'm sure Steve can help you with whatever movie you are looking for. He is right over there."

Always rushed and always without looking at you.

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe Robin actually despised you, and you completely misinterpreted her behavior. She probably thought you were some kind of stalker, keen on disrupting her at work.

---

"I swear she likes you, dingus! She is here all the time." Robin has been trying to convince Steve that you were head over heels in love with him for the last 10 minutes.

He was exasperated, standing in his typical mom stance with one hand on his hip. "She does not! Family Video is like the only video store anywhere close; that's why she comes here a lot."

"Well, she came to Scoops as well, when we were still working there!"

Steve probably doesn't even remember you showing up at their old job, but Robin does. She remembers how pretty you looked, how your outfit complimented your figure, and how your hair perfectly framed your face. She remembers it being a lot more nerve-racking than seeing you in school. This was a new environment, a whole new situation. She couldn't look at you from a desk behind you, hiding behind a book, if you decided to glance in her direction.

Before she was able to properly think about it, she had already headed to the back, the door slamming shut behind her.

"Wow, now I can't deny it anymore! It's not like half of Hawkins has been there at least once, and by your logic, she could be into you as well."

Robin wishes, with every cell in her body, that even the slightest glimmer of truth could lie in this statement. But it's not true. It couldn't be. And she has to remind herself of that. That way, it won't hurt as much when you end up with Steve or some other boy.

"Then why does she only ever talk to you, huh?"

"Because you run to the back as soon as she gets anywhere close to you!"

"And I'm doing both of you a favor. She comes here to talk to you and then gets too nervous to actually pull through with it. That's why she comes up to me."

"I think you are overthinking it."

And Robin definitely is, but at this point, she had already talked herself way too far into it.

"Trust me. I'm a girl. I should know stuff like that better than you."

"Yeah, 'cause you know so well what it's like to crush on a guy?"

"No, but I know what it's like to be a girl with a crush. Just ask her out."

Please don't.

"You sure?"

"Yes."

So that's exactly what Steve did.

---

The next time you visit the store, he makes sure to put on his especially charming smile, being right by your side as soon as you enter. He goes the full nine yards. Compliments your eyes, your outfit, carries the movies you picked out to the counter. After he finishes the process of checking them out, he is ready to make his final move. With whatever he has left of the famous Harrington charm, he asks you if you'd like to go out with him this weekend.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm really busy, you know, with school and everything. Sorry."

Rejection.

Steve only takes a second to recover. Even though Robin was sure of your attraction to him, he was still kind of expecting this. Regardless, Steve feels the urge to explain himself.

"No, it's totally fine. Really! I honestly wouldn't even have assumed that you were into me, but Robin was really insistent, so I thought I'd try my luck. No hard feelings."

"Robin told you to ask me out?"

"Yeah, why?"

That was the final nail in the coffin. Of course, she didn't like you. Why else would she try to set you up with her best friend? All the "signs" you saw were probably spun up by your imagination, caused by wishful thinking. Your own feelings must have clouded your judgment. You're embarrassed and sad. Maybe it is stupid and naive to expect to find a girl in a small town like Hawkins who is not only your type and assumably gay but also likes you back.

Maybe you should go on a date with Steve.

He really seemed like a changed man. He was unarguably attractive, even you could admit that. He was kind and, most importantly, interested in you. Maybe that's enough.

Maybe you were also a tiny bit driven by selfishness. Maybe you wanted to make yourself feel a bit better about receiving the confirmation that the girl you had been pining for for years simply wasn't into you.

For a moment, you felt bad for Steve. It would be unfair to lead him on like that, but let's be honest. From what you heard, that guy goes on three dates a week. How likely is it that he would go into this date with the expectation of finding his one true love?

"Oh, no, that's not what I meant. I would actually really like to go out with you. I really am busy, you know, with all the exams coming up."

Lies, there was nothing to study for the next two weeks. The only plan you currently had for this weekend was to cry over Robin.

"But I am free the weekend after, if that works for you?" You played that off nicely, right?

It seemed like you did because Steve's face lit up.

„Great, if you give me your number, I could just call you to talk about the specifics.“

„Yeah sure.“

While you focus on writing down your number on the piece of paper Steve slips you, he turns around to give Robin a thumbs up. Even though she tried to look just as happy as he did, anyone paying even a little attention could have seen that she was not okay. Her face scrunched up in a painful smile. Fortunately for her, Steve was way too distracted by the euphoric feeling of scoring a date to recognize his best friend's torment.

---

"You know, I was skeptical at first because I never felt that romantic vibe with her. She never seemed interested in me in that way. But now I'm so happy I asked her out. Like, she's so effortlessly beautiful and funny, and she is also really smart, you know?"

Yeah, Robin knows. She knew all this about you better than anyone else. Steve didn't even know yet how beautiful, funny, and smart you really are. But Robin had no doubt he was going to find out soon.

And she was going to die.

Okay, maybe that's a bit dramatic, but it will definitely feel like it.

"I could even imagine her being, like, the one, you know. I think what I've been doing wrong is going on dates with women I don't even know or with women who only know me from my "King Steve" days. They all have these weird expectations about how I'm supposed to act. But I got to know her over the last few months. And I know I'm actually able to hold a conversation with her, one that's not about high school."

Robin feels like she is going to throw up. Steve acted like he always did when he was interested in a girl: idealizing her and already imagining their house with a white-picked fence and their six little nuggets. She knew she would get over it eventually, even if you actually ended up together, but your first real crush will always hold a special place, especially your first lesbian crush. And Steve just couldn't shut up.

"Do you have an idea where I could take her? We were talking on the phone last night, and she told me to just come up with something. I really don't want to mess this up right at the beginning by picking the wrong thing."

Robin never wished to be an attractive teenage boy as much as she did at that moment. She wanted late-night phone calls with you, and she wanted the trouble of not knowing where to take you on a date.

She had also thought about going on a date with you for years, so yes, she definitely had an idea.

For a second, she considered not telling Steve to be selfish and not letting him live out the fantasy that had been keeping her company for the last two years. This urge, however, was overpowered by her need to make you happy. That's what she wanted most—for you to be happy and have a good time. So she told Steve all about your favorite music genre and to watch out for any small bands giving concerts somewhat close.

---

Meanwhile, you were still grieving this whole Robin disaster. How the hell did your regular visits to the video store, intending to talk to Robin, score you a date with her best friend?

Yet, you found yourself genuinely looking forward to your plans with Steve. His idea of driving a few towns over where a small band you never heard of, though the flyer suggested that the music would fit your taste to a T, was giving one of their first concerts, which was actually the most fun date you could imagine.

Even if you didn't like him romantically, you would still have a good time. And you thought it was admirable that he would plan something that fits your taste so well. Now that you think about it, you don't remember ever discussing your music taste or your fable for small underground bands with him. You don't know how he knew; perhaps you mentioned it casually, or maybe it was just a lucky guess.

---

Steve turns up at 5 p.m. sharp. He is standing in front of your door, with a bouquet of flowers, in an outfit you know he will stand out in at the rather shady bar the band is playing at.

The one-hour-long drive ends up being surprisingly entertaining, and for the first time in your life, you kind of wish to be straight. You often wished to not be gay, to "be normal," or to fit in, but never before did you specifically wish to be into men. But right now, you do. Because Steve is kind and charming and attentive and funny while also being insanely attractive, and you just wish you could fall for him. Because you know that would be the easiest thing to do if you were into men.

But you are not.

And now you are driving back home, and you are sitting next to Steve in his car while he rants about how positively surprised he was by the band and how they are definitely one of his favorites now, and you just feel bad. He clearly had a good time, and he hinted at his interest in you and a second date multiple times over the evening. You just know that you have to come clean.

After your sister's reaction, you never considered coming out to anyone in Hawkins again, well, except Robin, but definitely not to "King Steve." You honestly don't even know why, but somehow you really want to tell him. Perhaps you're driven by guilt; after all, you had a great time, and the thought of rejecting him with a shitty excuse feels wrong. Moreover, continuing to lead him on would be worse.

Steve turned out to be a decent guy, right? You dearly hope that you are not making a horrible, irreversible mistake by coming out to him.

"I really had a good time tonight."

"Yeah? Me too. I was thinking we could repeat this, whe-"

His enthusiasm about going out with you again made you feel sick.

"Steve"

His face falls when he detects your tone, realizing you are about to reject him.

"Oh."

"Look, I really had a great time, and you are a great guy, but I'm actually not into boys. I'm sorry."

That's it. You put your cards on the table, full vulnerability. There is no way to misunderstand what you just said.

Or so you thought.

"I understand. You want a man, someone who will be able to take care of you. Not some boy who didn't even get into college. I know my future isn't looking the best right now. I'm probably gonna be stuck working in a video store for minimum wage till I retire. But-"

"No, Steve, what? What I was trying to say was that I'm a lesbian. I like girls. I'm sorry for leading you on."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"But why did you agree to go on a date with me then?"

Did you really want to tell him the whole truth? If you told him about your crush, you have no doubt that it would reach the girl of your affection herself, and you really didn't need that. However, being so open about something you hardly ever told anyone, and him not reacting outright badly, kind of made you want to tell him about your feelings for his coworker as well. You already told him your biggest secret; what's one more?

"When you said that Robin told you to ask me out... man, this is so embarrassing to say out loud. I just kind of like her, like really like her, and her encouraging you to date me kind of made it clear that she does not feel the same. And I just thought, I don't know, the rejection kind of stung, and feeling wanted, especially by someone like you, felt kind of nice. I didn't think it would go as well as it did, considering your dating history. Sorry, was that mean? You know what I'm trying to say. But you are great, and now I feel shitty, not just for being indirectly rejected but also for using you as a distraction and ego push. I'm sorry."

You're too scared to look at Steve. Completely focused on looking anywhere but him while your brain keeps listing reasons why you are a horrible person.

At the same time, Steve's thoughts are running a thousand miles per hour. He's disappointed, sure. He likes you and, until a second ago, really hoped to build a relationship with you. Now, however, more present was the goal of setting you up with Robin. This was perfect. All her rants about never finding another gay person in Hawkins he had to listen to, and now he not only found someone who was gay, he found someone who already liked his best friend. Or you found him.

Now the question emerged: What's the best way to go about this? His first instinct was to tell you to just ask Robin out, but by doing that, he was basically outing her, so maybe not the best idea. Additionally, he didn't even know if Robin liked you back. That's it. Before he does anything, he should try to find out if your feelings are reciprocated. Or if Robin is at least interested in getting to know you romantically.

With this plan in mind, he first assures you that he has absolutely no problem with gay people, even if he is a bit clumsy at finding the right words to express it, and then drops you off at home. He is about to have a long night, planning to figure out the best way to unsuspiciously find out if Robin likes you back and how to hype you up in case she isn't sure yet.

---

The next day, he shows up at Family Video, ready to put his plan into action. Robin, however, is dreading to come in today. She doesn't know how she will last a whole day with Steve telling her how perfect the two of you are for each other and how well your date went. She just knows you two had a great time. If she hadn't been certain already, she would have reached the conclusion at the very latest when Steve basically came skipping into work, smiling with giddy excitement.

For the first three hours, Robin is surprisingly successful at dodging Steve's attempts at conversation. However, her luck runs out when he decides that both of them will have an early lunch break since it is a pretty slow day and there is really nothing to do. She can hardly say no to that, at least not without awaking suspicions. So after Steve does a quick food run and picks up some baked goods from a nearby bakery, the two sit down next to each other, each with a fresh pastry in front of them. That's when Steve sees his chance at being your hypeman.

"... and you know, I feel that's something not a lot of people do, like it's rare you find someone like that. And she is also just a great listener, like she does not only listen; she actually hears what you say. You know what I mean?"

This is hell. No, Robin bets hell is a whole lot nicer than this. It has to be. Nothing could be as awful as your best friend going on a ten-minute monologue about how perfect your crush is and what a great time they had on their date.

"So what do you think? You've known her for a while; do you think she's cool?"

"Yeah, she is. I'm glad your date went so well, and I think it's great you found someone. I'm really happy for you. So when are you going out again?"

Wait.

That is not what Steve was trying to achieve. Stop! Abort mission!

"Oh, we are not going out again."

Robin nearly chokes on her croissant. Eyes wide, coughing, she nearly spits out what she didn't manage to force down her throat.

"What do you mean you won't go out again? You literally just went on a ten-minute rant about how great she is!"

"Yeah, she is. But she's not interested in me. She already likes someone else."

Robin doesn't understand how her best friend can be so nonchalant about this. He seems absolutely unfazed, talking to her as if the reality that the most perfect girl does not like him back is the most basic fact, that he has absolutely no negative feelings about. Did he recently become extremely good at acting? There is no way he was able to hide his feelings so well.

"Steve, I am so sorr-"

"No, it's fine. Really, I'm okay. I actually wouldn't be affected at all if she started seeing this person. Like, I'd be really happy for both of them. No negative feelings on my part at all."

Okay, now he was acting weird. And why would you say yes to the date in the first place, if you already had your eyes on someone else? So she asks him about it.

"She believes her crush doesn't like her back, so she thought there was no harm in going on a date with me. But she is definitely not interested in me in the slightest!"

"Well, that's bullshit. Who wouldn't like her? I mean, she is everything! She is smart, pretty, compassionate, and talented. She is the full package. There is no way anyone would say no to her. I thin-"

Steve stops comprehending what she says after that, too occupied with his own thoughts. How could he have been so oblivious? The hiding in the back? The constant redirection to him? Her inability to speak to you? She wasn't giving you the opportunity to talk to him; she was too nervous to talk to you herself. Robin had a big fat crush on you, and it was so obvious now that he was paying attention.

Steve's ecstatic. Now all that was left to do was set you two up.

---

This was easier said than done. For a few days, he tried and tried to come up with a way to get you two together without telling either one about the other's feelings. However, this was nearly impossible with how much you two insisted on avoiding each other, each dealing with their own heartbreak, still believing their feelings weren't reciprocated.

At some point, the frustration became too overwhelming, and he reached the conclusion that he was going to have to out at least one of you to the other. His first thought is to just put you two in a room, drop the bomb, and then leave you to it. Steve decides against this, fearing you would both be too awkward to move forward from this.

He contemplates who could handle the situation better and decides that telling you is probably the right choice. Happy with the prospect of finally freeing himself of this burden, he gives you a quick call, informing you of his need for a conversation, and then makes his way over.

---

"Why did you have to tell me? Why couldn't you tell Robin? Now I have to make the move, and I'm probably gonna embarrass myself soo bad!"

After getting over the shock that Robin reciprocated your feelings (at least to Steve's suspicions), you relatively quickly became frantic, mad that he put you in a position where you had to be the one to act. Why couldn't he tell her? After all, is she his best friend? And he knows that you like her, for sure. Even though he swears to be sure about Robin's feelings as well, he never actually heard her admit it out loud.

"Don't get your panties in a twist. I have the perfect, foolproof plan."

"Ew, don't say that word."

"What? Plan?"

"Shut up. So what's your great plan?"

The relationship between you and Harrington has gotten a lot more casual and familiar since your "date." You never expected it, but you are really glad to call him a close friend now.

"Okay, listen up. You're going to come to Family Video tomorrow, bring some takeout, or better prepare some food yourself, and tell Robin you and I made plans to have lunch together."

"Wait, I thought you had the day off tomorrow?"

"I have. So you are going to be all disappointed, having prepared all that food for nothing. So you will offer to share with her instead. It's the only logical thing. You wouldn't want to waste the food."

"That's the worst plan I've ever heard. That's so lame, Steven!"

"Don't call me Steven. And it's brilliant! You will get a nice romantic date without making it look like you're doing too much."

You're still not convinced, but you don't have a better idea, so you agree.

---

"Hi, Robin!"

"Oh, hi, hello, what's up?" What the fuck? Get yourself together. "What are you doing here?" Robin has been paranoid since Steve voiced his suspicion about her feelings for you. If completely oblivious Steve could see it, could you too?

"Is Steve here? We have plans for lunch." You demonstratively hold up the two lunch boxes you brought.

You spent hours yesterday racking your brain about what to prepare. What would Robin enjoy the most? What can you cook without messing it up, especially if you're this nervous? All while you also considered what you could eat without embarrassing yourself. You don't want to sit there and have half the contents of your burger fall all over your hands. Or get food stuck between your teeth without noticing. And what could you transport over without ruining it in the process? Would the food stay warm for long enough? Or should you pick a meal that is served at room temperature? In the end, you called Steve and cooked the first thing he suggested, following his advice not to overthink it.

"Steve is not scheduled for today."

"Oh."

"That's so typical, this dingus. I'll call him; give me a minute."

"It's fine. Would you maybe like to share? My lunch break will be over till he gets here. I mean, I already cooked and brought the food. If you don't have any other plans, we could share it. Unless you don't want to. That would be fine as well. I don't-"

"I want to."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, nice. Let me just set up."

"Oh, of course, I'll show you the break room. Follow me."

The awkwardness dies quickly. Talking to Robin with the knowledge that she likes you back makes you a lot more relaxed around her. There aren't any weird periods of silence, and you feel a warmth and connection you never felt before.

With that, you finally work up the courage to ask her out. After years of pining, you are really about to do it.

"I wanted to ask you something, and it is totally okay if you say no. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. If you don't want to, we can just forget that I ever asked, so-"

"Just spit it out. Rambling is my thing, and you are not allowed to steal that." Robin tries to lighten the mood and take away from your clear nervousness.

"Would you like to go out with me sometime? Like, on a date."

"But Steve said- WAIT! I am the one you like?"

"Yeah."

"Damn."

"So?"

"I would really like to go out with you."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

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nyxsealia · 3 months

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An example of why LGBTQ+ representation in media matters, especially children's media.

As a child I didn't know LGBTQ+ people existed. There were no queer people in my family, or in family friends. (At least, that I was aware of) I remember one time we went to the library and there was an educational table set up outside with information about pride. I asked my mom what all the rainbows were for. I don't remember what she said, other than I remember her mentioning one of my older brother's friends who apparently had two moms. I was very little. I forgot about that conversation and was no more aware of queer people.

I don't remember seeing queer characters in media. The first time I can remember seeing LGBTQ+ people depicted in anything was in the music video for Avichii's "Addicted to You" the plot of the music video follows a pair of female robbers who are explicitly in a romantic relationship. I was absolutely fascinated by this music video when I saw my brother watching it. I was eleven. This music video follows a lot of the common queer TV tropes. The women are criminals, the "bad guys" and they die in the end. But this was the first time I can remember seeing lesbians.

Even as a teenager, I don't remember seeing much LGBTQ+ characters in media. I was intrigued when the token gay side character would show up in a TV show, but that wasn't really representation. I still knew nothing about queer people. A boy in my art class came out to me as trans. The exact words he used were "I'm a trans guy." and I legitimately didn't know if that meant ftm or mtf. I accidentally misgendered him once because of it.

In my early teens, I said some pretty ignorant things. Luckily just to my family, but still. It wasn't until I started questioning my sexuality in my late teens that I actually started to learn anything about the LGBTQ+ community. I did a lot of research, not all related to figuring out my sexuality, just about LGBTQ+ experiences and identities. I watched videos by LGBTQ+ YouTubers, listened to podcasts, read articles, all by queer creators.

I especially made a point of understanding transgender people, because that was something at the time that greatly confused me. So I looked for videos, podcasts, articles etc, made by transgender people themselves where they talked about their feelings and experiences. It made a huge difference. I wasn't confused anymore, I couldn't relate to how they felt, but I had understanding and empathy. I went from confused and unaware, to understanding and supportive. Just from a bit of research.

But even at this point, there was still little to no LGBTQ+ media representation. When I came out at 18 and felt comfortable picking movies focused on queer characters, I had a heck of a time finding any. I did find some, and while a lot of them weren't great, I did find a few really good ones. (Saving Face and Late Bloomers are two of my favourites)

Things are getting better, slowly. We're starting to see more media focused around LGBTQ+ characters, and children's media including the topic. It's long overdue and we're still not quite there yet. You're gonna have a hard time finding media focused on LGBTQ+ characters that aren't white, able bodied gay, lesbian, or bisexual characters. Representation for trans, non binary, asexual and aromantic identifies, queer people of different ethnic and cultural backgrounds, religious queer people, and disabled queer people, and any combination of the above, is still lacking. We still have more work to do.

Having these kinds of shows and movies would have made a big difference for me growing up, and it will make a big difference for thousands of other kids who are growing up right now.

This isn't a negative post to complain about the lack of media, it's an example of it's importance and optimism for the future. I do believe this will continue to get better, however slow that may be. This is just my little reminder of why it needs to.

I hope anyone who reads this is having a good day. You're valid and loved, no matter who you are. Stay safe.

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hbyrde36 · 4 months

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STWG Prompt 1/3/2024

Prompt: Ruby

Steve was busy nursing his 4th or 5th drink of the night, he wasn't completely sure how many he'd had to be honest, and daydreaming about big brown eyes while he stared across the bar, when Robin suddenly came up from behind and threw her arm over his shoulder.

“Get ready to click your ruby slippers together three times, Dorothy, because we are going home.” She shouted next to his ear.

“But I don’t want to go yet.” Steve whined, swiveling in his seat to face her.

Her face twisted up in confusion. “What? Why? This is a gay bar, I kinda thought you’d be bored by now.”

Steve huffed. “How could I be bored with such pretty boys to look at!” He argued. Boys, plural, as if he hadn’t been staring at only one head of dark curls in particular.

Robin’s brow furrowed further as she reached up to rest the back of her hand on his forehead. “You know you just said boys right? Pretty boys? Is that something you feel like you need to talk about, or…” She trailed off.

Steve slapped the hand away, waving her off dismissively. “Not right now. I’ll save any gay panic for tomorrow, it’ll go well with the inevitable hangover.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll play along. What’s the move, Steve-o?”

“I’m gonna go talk to him, lay on some of the old Harrington charm. It can’t be that different than flirting with girls, right?” He asked, looking at her beseechingly.

“Sure, because that's been working so well for you lately.”

“Okay, smart-ass. Do you have any better ideas?”

“How much do you know about metal?” She asked.

Now it was his turn to look confused. “Like, aluminum?”

“Like the music, Dingus. He likes metal.”

“How do you know that?”

“Seriously, you’ve been staring at the guy all night and you didn’t recognize him? That’s Eddie Munson! From high school?”

“What?!” Steve shouted.

“He was in band with me that one year, and he ran the nerd club, and..."

Steve cut her off. “I remember, Rob.” He groaned. “I meant, ‘what,’ as in, I can’t believe I’ve been sitting here for an hour wondering what Eddie “The Freak” Munson’s mouth tastes like! What am I gonna do?!”

“Well for starters I wouldn’t call him that to his face.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

Robin sighed, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Just go talk to him, Steve. I’m sure it’ll be fine. He’s in a gay bar so I’d say it’s a safe bet that he’s into men, and you’re… cute.”

“Why’d you hesitate like that?”

“I’m a lesbian, what do you want from me? I don’t have a good sense of these things!”

Steve raked a hand down his face. It was fine, this was fine. He could do this. “Alright, here goes nothing.” He said, swinging his legs down off the stool and squaring his shoulders.

“Listen, if it doesn’t go well I’ll be right here. We can go home and eventually laugh about it.”

“Thanks.”

“And If it does go well, you better take it back to his place because our walls are way too thin for that shit and I am not listening to you have sex. Never again, Harrington!”

“I love you too.” Steve chuckled, blowing her a kiss before setting off to hopefully land his man.

#stwgdailyprompt #steddie fanfic #steddie drabble #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #pre steddie #platonic soulmates stobin #steve harrington/eddie munson

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catholic-character-tournament · 11 months

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Round 1 - Side B

Propaganda below ⬇️

Johnathan

Catholicism doesn’t really exist in the game but it also kind of does. Basically, Johnathan didn’t know that God existed until one day all the angels started coming down from heaven to have a war with the demons from hell. And then Johnathan made a pledge to go serve god and heaven and kill all humans living on earth because they were like “unfit” or “unclean” or something. So then Johnathan’s friend Walter goes to hang out with satan and then they become enemies :( But he’s basically catholic even if he doesn’t directly call himself that so i’m gonna say yes.

Johnathan literally fuses himself with god to become merkabach. He is unhinged. At the start of the game i thought he was cool because he didn’t want me to kill my best friend like WALTER did. And unlike WALTER, johnathan didn’t fuck up the boss fight with the minotaur. But then johnathan became really really bourgeoise or bougie idk whatever idk how to spell it. And then johnathan was like “FUCK POOR PEOPLE” and i was like no girl nooooo. But johnathan wanted to fuse himself with god and wipe all humans off the face of the earth because heaven thought they were impure. So he was trying to invoke the angels of destruction so badly and i was like johnathan you can’t do that son, and so i had to beat his ass. And then by extension i had to also beat god’s ass. And then i don’t really remember what happens but johnathan was essentially the most catholic guy in existence considering i don’t know anybody else who was chill enough with god to do steven universe fusion with him.

ok so like in smt theres alignments . chaos neutral and law. jonathan is the local lawboy and this means hes like the one who rather follow the rules already established and reject radical changes. but anyways hes also shown to be some sort of follower of god in this world and also of the like. local religion or whatever in mikado (where everyone is from) and hes very devoted to the cause and to keep things peaceful as they are now instead of trying to change shit up like walter (the chaosboy)

if he wants to commit genocide who am i to say no

has one fight with friend and decides to become an angel about it and nuke tokyo off the map

Fuses with literal biblical angels to become another angel that then wants to genocide anyone deemed ungodly/unclean by the biblical higher powers (which includes the entire population of Tokyo. And people who read manga).

Dude he is absolutely insane. He's my poor little meow meow. The party got high and he rolled around on the floor and meowed because he thought he was a cat. He is also so insanely gay. Like stupidly queer coded . that just makes the catholic guilt hit harder tbh

Gay boy who dies in every timeline

Paul

he's like if renfield from dracula was cool youth pastor.

He's also a priest, who essentially becomes a vampire due to an "angel" and tries to convert the entire town. He also runs an Alcoholics Anonymous group. I love him

Listen you've probably gotten this guy idk how many times but JUST IN CASE, I submitted him. He's a priest who fell in love and had a lesbian daughter. He becomes a vampire after his money-laundering fundie simp sent him to the Holy Land. He's so torn up over his lover having dementia and God allowing so much overwhelming death that he decides he's going to try to Cure Death Forever but oh boy is it a slippery slope and the man is surrounded by enablers.

so i binged watch the chosen (it's a drama series but it's the bible) and I needed to balance or else Id be insane so I watched midnight mass. It was good. Fuck this rat -- op

#shin megami tensei #jonathan smt #smt #father paul hill #midnight mass #cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls

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total-drama-atlas · 11 months

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Character Headcanons

this is just sexuality and gender hcs lol but here we go! I'm going to go in first elimination order in their debut season, except for the new cast (because i haven't finished the season yet, so I dont want to spoil it for myself) which will be in the order that i remember them, then the hosts.

Ezekiel: I think he's cishet. just the homeschool stereotype and all that. but maybe he discovers something about himself between meeting alejandro and going completely feral

Eva: she's a butch lesbian. i personally think she's cis, but i could see transfem eva

Noah: gay trans man. i mean have you guys even seen his character

justin: I think he's aroace. again, i personally think justin is cis, but i could see him being trans

katie: trans lesbian. i just know it okay

tyler: he's bi. he absolutely had a crush on alejandro. you can't change my mind. i also think he's cis but again, i could see him being transmasc

izzy: shes transfem. of course. and i think she's a lesbian, but i could see her being bi or pan. assuming she's lesbian, her relationship with owen could either be just strategy or comphet. you decide

cody: have you seen the way that boy dresses? trans man bisexual disaster.

beth: personally, i think she gives cishet vibes, but i could see her possibly being bi and/or transfem.

sadie: obviously lesbian. she and katie are in love. of course. and idk if she's cis or trans. i could see either. but I think she is also trans. t4t

courtney: as much as i love duncney... i think courtney is lesbian. i think she has extreme comphet and she doesn't realize her sexuality until wt, and then doesn't come to terms with it and accept herself until all stars. but i think she's cis

harold: transfem harold is canon. to me. idk their sexuality tho. i could see them as omni or pan tho.

trent: bisexual trent is so real guys. again, i personally think he's cis, but I could see transmasc trent

bridgette: i could see her as transfem, but I also could see her as cis. also she gives me pan vibes but I can also see her being straight. idrk

lindsay: shes pan. i just know it okay. i personally see her as cis, but again, i could see transfem lindsay. or transmasc lindsay.

DJ: cis, aroace. he's just a really sweet guy

geoff: cis, bisexual. i just know it okay

leshawna: cis, bisexual. i just. i just know it okay

duncan: cis bisexual. he'll call you a slur tho

heather: transfem lesbian. trust me guys. i could also see her being ace tho

gwen: transfem bi. i just know

owen: cis bi. he is canonically bi btw. he had a crush on justin. it was played as a joke but. that's just what happened

blaineley: i could see her as straight or queer honestly. i personally think she's cishet.

sierra: transfem. for sure. and i think she's a lesbian with comphet. just like heather and courtney.

alejandro: I think he's cis, but i could see him being trans. also he's bi. trust me. but i mean i could see him being gay. it's plausible.

staci: she doesn't have enough screen time for me to tell. she has like. ten minutes total. but shes trans

dakota: transfem pansexual. i just know it okay

B: i think they're nb, or at the least a trans man. i mean. his deadname is a traditionally feminine name.. it lines up. they're not cis i can tell you that much. anyway i think he's aroace

dawn: genderqueer panromantic ace. just trust me okay

sam: he gives me cishet vibes, but also i could easily see him being bi or pan.

Brick: i feel like he's cis but I also like the idea of him experimenting with gender nonconformity. and as much as i like jo x brick as a ship, i also think brick is probably gay. or bi with a heavy male preference

anne maria: transfem anne maria is canon. to me. anyway she's very much bi.

mike: i feel like he's cis but i could see him as trans, and i think he's pan. i'm also treating his alters like separate characters, though i know very little about multiple personality disorder, so idk if that's exactly how that works (feel free to correct me in replies)

vito: i hc him to be cis but idk. also he's pan. if vito finds you hot, it doesn't matter what you've got going on.

Svetlana: transfem lesbian. trust me okay

chester: cishet ally.

mal: look i like the queer hcs for mal. y'all are so real for that. but i think he's cishet and homophobic and transphobic

manitoba: trans manitoba is real. to me. also he's pan. trust me y'all

jo: trans butch lesbian

scott: cis gay man

zoey: she could be either cis or trans. i think she's transfem. and also she's pan. i don't think an explanation is necessary

cameron: she was very sheltered, so i doubt she would have been exposed to LGBTQ+ stuff so she wouldn't know it at first.. but I think cam would be transfem. bc i saw a post where someone said that it would be funny if cameron realized she was trans because lightning kept calling her a "girl" and that was her awakening lol. anyway she's ace

lightning: cis gay man

beardo: he gets like ten minutes of screen time and he doesn't really talk.. cis bi

leonard: cis gay. i just know it

amy: cishet +homo/transphobic (i'll explain in a minute)

rodney: he's cis, okay. and pan. i just know it

sammy: shes transfem lesbian. trust me. That's why Amy hates her sm. it lines up with real experiences that I know people have

ella: she's bi. i just know it. but i'm not sure what their gender situation is.. but she uses she/they pronouns

Topher: cis gay man. just look at him i mean

dave: cishet. undecided on his opinion of queer people. (he decides he's an ally when he finds out sky is queer but he then declares himself homophobic when she rejects him) he would call you a slur

scarlett: transfem lesbian.

max: transmasc gay.

jasmine: transfem bi

sugar: cis lesbian

shawn: transmasc pan. i just know it okay

sky: transfem bi/pan. i just know it okay. also that's why dave decided he's homophobic and transphobic now

Tammy: trans lesbian. trust me okay

Pete: cis gay. also he's married to gerry

Gerry: cis gay. also he's married to pete

Ellody: trans lesbian. also she's dating mary

Mary: cis lesbian. also she's dating ellody

laurie: cis bisexual. also she's dating miles

miles: trans lesbian. also she's dating laurie

tom: cis gay

jen: cis lesbian

kelly: cishet ally

taylor: cishet homophobe

jay: major cishet vibes. but idk he might learn some things. once he's actually esposed to the outside world

mickey: see jay.

lorenzo: cishet. i didn't really care for the stepbros team so i haven't really put much though into it

chet: cishet. see lorenzo

rock: nonbinary bisexual. also he's dating spud

spud: trans gay man. also he's dating rock

dwayne: cishet homophobe

junior: he's like. 11. i'm not saying you can't have figured our your sexuality and gender at that age. but junior definitely hasnt

ennui: trans bi man. canonically dating crimson (and i'm keeping taht)

crimson: trans bi woman. canonically dating ennui (and Im keeping it taht way)

stephanie: cis bi woman. i just know it.

ryan: cishet ally

devin: cis bi man

carrie: cishet ally (she's a HUGE ally okay)

kitty: cis lesbian

emma: cis lesbian

josee: transfem lesbian

jacques: trans gay man

macarthur: trans butch lesbian. also she's dating sanders

sanders: cis lesbian. also she's dating macarthur

brody: cis pansexual. just trust me okay

axel: trans butch lesbian. also she's in love with nichelle

nichelle: cis femme lesbian. also she's in love with axel

emma: cis lesbian with extreme comphet

chase: cis bi man with lots of internalized homophobia. anyway he's in love with ripper

ripper: cis bi man. also he's in love with chase. (i don't like ripper or chase. they're perfect for each other tho)

wayne: cishet ally (he's canonically an ally!!)

raj: cis gay. also bowraj for life

bowie: cis gay. also bowraj for life

i need to make another block of text bc i reached the character limit lmao

scary girl/lauren: transfem lesbian. i just know it

zee: nonbinary pansexual. trust me

julia: cis lesbian. but she'll call you a slur. she's dating MK

damien: i think he's a cishet ally. but i could see him as bi

caleb: cis aroace. no i will not elaborate

millie: transfem lesbian

priya: cis lesbian

MK: nonbinary lesbian. they're dating julia

The host with the most, chris mclean: trans gay man. he'll call you a slur tho. he's married to chef

Chef Hatchet: cis gay man. he's married to chris

Don: cis gay man. he hates chris's guts.

that's every character. anyway next week it's going to be a tierlist of all the characters <3

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i forced my roommate to watch both LOTR and The Hobbit with me. Here are some highlights

LOTR:

Roomie: I like this gandalf dude Me: Oh yeah me too. he's a bit questionable sometimes but we love him

30 seconds later, gandalf fighting saruman: Roomie: NO MY SKRUNKLY

Roomie: awe sam is a precious boy Me, internally: oh you dont even know the half of it

merry and pippin stealing crops: Roomie: ARE THEY THE BASTARD LITTLE BROTHERS?? me: I mean i gues- Roomie: FOUND FAMILY LETS FUCKING GO

Elrond being disappointed and having strong eyebrows: Roomie: i feel like i've let down my dad and i dont even have a dad

Roomie: i don't really like boromir that much- me, pausing the movie to explain why boromir is extremely valid: I WILL HAVE NO BOROMIR SLANDER Roomie: is this bc he's a himbo

Roomie: this thorin guy sounds pretty gay if he's given bilbo this thing thats worth more than the shire me, internally: YOU HAVE NO IDEA MOTHERFUCKER

gandalf dying: roomie: NO MY BOY

roomie: please tell me gimli and legolas are gay, because everyone else seems extremely straight me: they arguably one of the gayest duos, yes. roomie: oh good. i thought they straight-washed sam for no reason me: i mean. there are a lot of frodo and sam moments that have no heterosexual explanation viggo breaking his toes: me, practically bursting at the seams: roomie: oh god what is it me: DID YOU KNOW-

gandalf is alive: roomie: FUCK YEAH MY BOY

me, explaining the uruk-hai: roomie: fucked up of a yas character to do that tbh (referring to saruman's manicure)

theoden being stubborn at helm's deep: roomie: okay i like him BUT COME ONNN MAN

eowyn picking up merry before they ride to gondor: roomie: I KNOW I WANTED TO KISS HER FOr A REASON MWAH MWAH EOWYN me:...she gets a bf roomie: NOT ANYMORE

aragorn: for frodo roomie, bursting into tears: me: whoa whoa u good roomie: ITS HIS DAD. ITS FRODO'S DAD.

sam literally carrying frodo up a mountain: roomie:...thats a bit gay mount doom blowing up: roomie: thats unecessary and homophobic

frodo sailing to the undying lands: roomie: TAKE YOUR BOYFRIEND WITH YOU YOU COWARD

The Hobbit:

the scene with baby bilbo: roomie: NAUR I LOVE HIM

bilbo and gandalf interacting as adults: roomie: this feels like it could go very wrong thorin finally showing up: roomie: listen im gay but i'd consider it me: he's probably also gay roomie: mlm and wlw solidarity okay we're bffs now

bilbo running out of the door: roomie: again. this feels like this could go very wrong. me, internally: oh fuck how do they KNOW already

thorin throwing down his weapon bc bilbo got caught by trolls: roomie:....thats....sus. me:...if this is sus...oh boy...

thorin's obvious dislike of elves @ rivendell: roomie: okay so. explain to me why thorin doesn't like elves again- me: did you not watch the entire introduction to thorin? roomie: NO WAIT I REMEMBER THE BLOND BITCH

saruman showing up: roomie: ew.

galadriel showing up: roomie: HELLO SAILOR AWOOGA AWOOGA

bilbo and thorin nearly falling off at the mountain pass: thorin: he's been lost ever since he stepped out his front door roomie: WDYM YOU'RE ALL FUCKED UP- thorin stop being mean to your husband

the entirety of the goblin tunnels and gollum: roomie: this does not bode well. at all. the ring showing up: roomie: I WAS RIGHT

azog versus thorin scene: roomie: dumb bitch...OH NO DOES HE DIE- bilbo to the rescue: oh no its chill, just gay

the iconic carrock scene: roomie:....this is incredibly gay bestie me: i'm aware.

the entirety of the beorn's house arc: roomie: ...i like beorn. he's feral and skrunkly. so is radaghast.

legolas showing up: roomie: *surprised pikachu face*

tauriel and kili's interactions: roomie: damn i was hoping she would be gay me: i mean with the right headcanons she can totally be a lesbian roomie: UR SO RIGHT OMG

kili getting shot with arrow: roomie: NO THE GAYS-

the laketown master existing: roomie: EAT THE RICH.

bilbo and thorin on the boat together: roomie: oh they definitely fucked in laketown-

tauriel healing kili and them holding hands: roomie: oh no don't make me feel sad for straight ppl me: again. they don't have to be straight. roomie: I KNOW BUT ITS THE PRINCIPLE OF IT

bilbo waking up smaug: roomie: oh bilbo...oh you sweet summer child...you stupid bitch.

thorin threatening bilbo initially: roomie: oh fuck. it got worse. me, internally: oh honey. oh no.

thorin's gold sickness and then nearly killing bilbo at the ramparts: roomie: NO THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE GAY AND HAPPY HOW COULD YOU

*doesn't say anything almost the entire battle until the kili and fili die* roomie: noooo the skrunklies NOOOOOOO

thorin, fucking dies in bilbo's arms: roomie: *turns to look at me with the most murderous look on her face* me: *nervous laughter* so about it getting worse- roomie: IM GOING TO KILL YOU.

end for now, if we end up watching trop together ill let yall know <3

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Steve is NOT straight

Platonic Codependent Besties Steve x Robin (Steve is bi and Robin had no idea somehow, also a hint of Steddie 😉)

1K word one shot based on this text post by my buddy @steviesbicrisis because a lot of people liked it and wanted more of it lol (link to Ao3)

“Ha ha, very funny Harrington.” Robin said as she lay across her friend’s lap. Steve had asked her to paint his nails black, because he saw some rockstar do it and decided that he could too, even though, as Robin often pointed out, Steve was a pretty boy. I don’t HAVE to be a pretty boy. Steve would always respond. Steve…. Robin would say, ending the conversation.

“What’s funny about it?” Steve asked, confused. When he’d asked her to do this, he didn’t realize that the best method would be for her to lay on top of him, her stomach on his thighs, weighing him down. He was in the corner of the couch, his hand resting on the arm of it, and Robin insisted that she needed to be eye level with his fingers to do it properly. Three down, seven to go.

“You know, sometimes your humor is just kind of annoying.” Robin said, frowning. She loved Steve, but he drove her crazy sometimes.

“I’m not joking?” Steve responded. Robin finished the fourth nail on his left hand and shifted to face him.

“I just don’t appreciate you making all these jokes that you’re gay when you know I’m actually gay. It’s a little insensitive.” She turned back to his nails with a huff, focusing on his thumb so she could complete the first hand.

“Usually, yeah, I would agree, except once again, I’m not joking. Wait, did you seriously not know…?” Steve’s confusion turned to shock. She has to know. We spend every waking moment together. I tell her everything.

“Steve Harrington, you are not gay. Need I remind you of your blind love for Miss Nancy Whee-”

“I’m not gay, I’m bisexual. Where the hell have you been?” Steve asked, his shock now turned to anger. Robin sprang up from his lap, nearly dropping the bottle of nail polish in the process. “Careful, the carpet!”

“WHAT.” Robin exclaimed, taken completely by surprise. “No, no. We would have definitely talked about this before.”

“I thought we HAD talked about it.” He responded. “Like the time I drunkenly kissed Tommy at that party and then drank more to cover up the fact I liked it?”

“Oh my God.”

“And then last summer when I dated that guy Mark?”

“No shit, you were DATING him?” Robin asked, aghast.

“Uh, yeah. Are you being for real right now?” Steve asked. “I literally would tell you when we were going on dates.”

“I thought you were saying that because I was going on dates with Vicki! I thought you were being cute!”

“Robin, when have you ever thought I was cute?” Steve asked, wanting to run his hand through his hair and stopping himself once he remembered his nails were still wet.

“OH MY GOD!” Robin screamed, jumping up and pacing the floor. “Oh my god. You’re right. It’s been there this whole time.”

“Me swearing by using Farrah Fawcett hairspray and having a lesbian for a best friend didn’t tip you off?”

“Okay, okay, don’t be too hard on me. You didn’t know I was gay at first either.” Robin said, crossing her arms.

“How the hell was I supposed to know that?”

“Um, EVERYTHING about me??” Robin replied.

“Not the same. We weren’t that close yet.” Steve insisted.

“Bullshit, we’ve been buds from the very first scoop, Harrington.”

“Okay! Well, now you know I guess! Because for some reason I wasn’t CLEAR enough before?” Steve yelled incredulously. He’d moved from anger into being amused by the whole situation. “Jesus, does nobody know? Nancy? Dustin?”

“I don’t think so. Oh my god I have to call everybody.” Robin said, her mind going a thousand places at once.

“Slow down, Buckley.” Steve said, holding his right hand up. “Paint me first, out me later.” Robin couldn’t help but bark out a laugh, then resigned herself to lay across him the other way. She thought to herself in silence for a few moments, finishing two nails with ease.

“Bisexual. Holy shit.” She muttered.

“I gotta say, it’s pretty embarrassing that you never realized.”

“I’m sorry.” Robin said sheepishly. She painted another two nails. Just the pinky left.

“No, I mean, it’s embarrassing for YOU.” He clarified. Robin elbowed him in the stomach.

“Screw you.” She finished the last nail and put the top back on the bottle. “You’re all set. Wait like ten minutes and you’re golden.”

“Perfect. I have a metalhead I need to impress.” Steve smirked. Robin rolled off him so he could stand up, then blew on his nails to speed up the process.

“You’re kidding.” Robin said, the realization hitting her.

“Robin, we’ve been over this…” His hands flew to his hips, but he was careful of his nails. He didn’t need them to be perfect - chipped nails were hotter anyway, everyone knew that - but he didn’t want black paint on his new sweater. Robin looked him up and down.

“Fine, whatever. Pretty boy.” She smirked. He glared at her, then down at himself.

“Shit, you think I should change?”

“Aw, come on. Munson’s had heart eyes for you since you met.”

“Well, I’d hope so. We’ve been dating for a while now.”

“Shut up, no you haven’t. Am I an idiot? Is my gay card about to be revoked? How have I been so dense??” She ranted, theatrically. Steve laughed.

“Okay, that was a joke. I mean, we’ve made out a few times but we’re not official or anything.”

“OH MY GOD!” Robin yelled again, unable to control her excitement. “So EDDIE knows you’re bisexual?”

“Uh, yeah. He taught me the word and everything like a week after we met. Seriously, Robin, I think you might actually be blind.”

“Nancy will back me up on this.” Robin insisted.

“Whatever you say, babe. You go do that and I’ll go do some very non-straight things with Eddie.”

“Okay, then. Hey Harrington?” Steve paused at the doorway, turning back to look at Robin. “When you tell this story to people, could you…not? I mean, could you leave out the part where I didn’t know?” Steve rolls his eyes.

“No can do, Robin. It’s the only surprising part of the story, and it’s hilarious. See ya later!”

The door shut, leaving Robin alone in the empty room. She sat on the couch, replaying every conversation her and Steve ever had, going over every fact of him that she could recall.

Jesus. She really was dense, wasn’t she?

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