#lydia martin is a lesbian

[cmnzoq]

malydia love and comfort

[bethsvrse]

LESBIAN VISIBILITY WEEK

(some of my favourite wlw fanfics)

late night confession - wanda maximoff by @lives-in-midgard

puppy love - robin buckley by @elliesmainhoe

glue - ellie williams by @whore-era

new in town - lydia martin by @heliads

make you mind this season - kate bishop by @hard-core-super-star

lady oswald - clara oswald by @lanawinterscigarettes

if I could fly - clara oswald by @wlw-imagines

I want you (bless my soul) - river song by @penguinwithitsarseonfire

trick or treat - maddy perez by @suzar

props to all these writers, should definitely check them out :3

[basketcasemp3]

I believe you. After everything we’ve been through, I believe you.

CRYSTAL REED and HOLLAND RODEN as ALLISON ARGENT and LYDIA MARTIN TEEN WOLF (2011-2017)

[elainiisms]

that girl literally has big sad brown eyes like a baby deer and you expect me to be normal about her?????

[jessmalia]

Mal's Teen Wolf rewatch: Frenemy (2x06)

[headcanonforthought]

Teen Wolf headcanon thing?

Lydia is a lesbian, but because she has a "meh" about gay people family she doesn't come out. Her reputation at school is a flirt, and she knows that being a straight girl is safer than being gay.

She has the most perfectly crafted straight image. Not a crack to be seen anywhere, nothing about her says "I'm actually a lesbian" she hasn't done one gay thing in her life, public or private.

But Stiles knows.

Lydia leans in to kiss Stiles, they've been hanging out all week. This is the time to make the move.

Stiles places his hand near her throat. Holding her back, her lips nearly touching his.

Lydia looks up into his eyes, confused.

"Stiles?"

"Don't do this Lydia."

Lydia pulls back, "do, do what... Stiles?"

"Kiss me"

"you don't" Lydia looks at the floor, her face going red. "You don't want, to kiss me?"

"you do not want to kiss me" Stiles says softly.

Lydia meets his gaze.

"what? No... I, of course I do"

Stiles shakes his head.

"Lydia, your gay." He raises a hand to stroke her cheek as he gives a tight liped smile. "Dont do this to yourself, not with me"

[bericas]

CAN A GAY GIRL GET AN AMEN???

[bansheenolan]

But I don't want a boyfriend. I want a distraction.

[sparksabove]

I guess I do have a type after all

[moths-in-hats]

moodboard: lesbian lydia martin

for @thiamsxbitch my fellow lesbian lydia believer

[pulsingvoid]

she's so fucked in the head that her evil high school teacher has to hold her at gunpoint and call her a repressed dyke banshee to her face for her to own up to a single negative emotion

[thesapphocinephile]

[aristarr]

«A Bed-time Story For a Banshee»

Relationship: Cora Hale/Lydia Martin (cordia)

WC: 2.1k

Summary:

“And I’m absolutely ready to hear what you werewolves tell your children before putting them to bed,” says Lydia, turning around to look at Cora’s face, “and I want to hear the best story” “I’m not the best storyteller so bear with me.” Cora responds softly, tracing circles on Lydia's temple, “but I’ll try my best”

The dim light of the bed-stand lamp dappled the faces of two girls, absorbed in the semi-darkness and silence of the small room.

“Well, it was definitely not that necessary to follow me to my room,” stated Lydia, hopping on her bed, “as you can see, I’m completely and totally fine”

“You’ve fainted like three times,” deadpanned Cora, leaning on the door frame, arms crossed against her chest, “didn't know that counts as “completely and totally fine”

“Oh I didn't know that you know me better than I do,” the girl hemmed, climbing up on her bed, “I’m okay now so you’re free to go”

Cora stayed silent for a moment, before an exhausted breath slept from her mouth. She turned around and walked away without dropping a single word, leaving Lydia to her own thoughts.

Lydia wakes up to the scraping sound of the kitchen cabinet after as it seemed an eternity of a profound dreamless sleep. Still in a sleepy haze she steps out from the bed to tiptoe downstairs just to encounter a familiar figure, making her way from one cabinet to another as if in a search for something.

“If you're looking for the cups they’re right above your head,” Lydia whispers, taking a seat at the small kitchen table.

A soft “thank you” from Cora is immediately followed by the comforting scent of a chamomile tea, as she pours it in the finally found cups. A few seconds pass before one of them appears before Lydia.

“You should drink all of it,” Cora says softly, taking a small sip herself, “it will soothe your…” she stops, her fingers quickly touching her own neck, as her eyes are fixed on Lydia’s. Lydia nods, taking an equally small sip of the warm liquid herself. She takes a note on the perfect temperature of the drink, when it doesn't burn her insides but soothes her yet again burning cords.

“Better?” Cora asks, without breaking eye contact for a second. Lydia gives her another nod, suddenly too tired to utter a sound. Cora smiles, nodding in return before going back to her own cup. They sit like that for quite a long time drinking in a comforting presence of each other.

****

“And yet again you didn't have to follow me to my bedroom,” Lydia sighs, turning around to face the other girl, “or do you want to read me a bed-time story as well?”

“Do you want me to?” Cora raises her brow, a little smirk lightening her face.

“What am I? A five year old?”

“Is that a yes?”

Lydia silences for a second. Her lips now a straight line and she lifts her hand in the air hesitating about the next move. Cora stays silent in front of her, waiting patiently for the response.

“I’m definitely too old for this.” Lydia sighs heavily, surrendering and crawls under the blanket. When the other girl doesn't move, she softly pats the empty space on her bed, inviting Cora to join her. With the swoosh of the blanket the other girl crawls on the bed, settling herself right beside Lydia. As soon as she’s settled she feels the sudden warmth of Lydia’s body wrapping her in a soft cover and she quivers for a second, when the girl’s strawberry blonde hair swoops all around her as she places her head on her lap.

“And I’m absolutely ready to hear what you werewolves tell your children before putting them to bed,” says Lydia, turning around to look at Cora’s face, “and I want to hear the best story”

“I’m not the best storyteller so bear with me.” Cora responds softly, tracing circles on Lydia's temple, “but I’ll try my best”

Once upon a time, in the great kingdom high above the sea lived a powerful royal family, who was adored and respected by all. The king and the queen loved each other enormously but there was nothing more precious for them than their little beloved Princess. Everyone adored her: when people saw her, their hearts filled immediately with warmth and joy. Day after day she spent her time dancing in the ballrooms, smiling and laughing. But it all suddenly changed, when one night the whole city was shuddered with a heart-wrenching shriek. The voice of their beloved Princess echoed in every corner, making the blood run cold.

The great Evil has planted her seed in the heart of the young girl. Every single night she woke up with a desperate shriek coming out of her mouth and there was no cure found for that unnatural malady. Hundreds of sorcerers came to the kingdom but they all returned back with nothing. Once happy and prosperous kingdom turned into a desolated house of Misery.

One night, a small hooded figure broke past the sleeping guards straight to the Princess’s chamber. The young girl climbed to the top, carefully opening the wooden sashes of the window when the sudden piercing shriek shuddered the air. She bored into the darkness of the room. In the dim light of the hidden moon the thin body of the Princess was trembling, her hair disheveled and her heavy breath almost as loud as the shriek the figure heard before. An unknown reason made the figure make a step into the semi-darkness, now lit with the brightest moon. With one step came the other and when the figure was in one step away from the Princess’ bed, the sudden question fled the mouth.

“Are you alright?” asked the figure, looking straight at the Princess’ trembling body.

There was no response and the figure took the one last step.

“How can I help you?”

“You can’t” said the Princess with the softest voice which was ever heard, “nobody can”

“I haven’t tried yet” was the answer followed by a little chuckle from the Princess, “may I?” the figure asked, gently taking Princess’ hand. When the girl nodded, the figure took a seat on the bed right next to the Princess, holding her hand like the most precious of jewels she came for.

The girl took away her hood, letting the hair spread across her shoulders. Her eyes sparkled followed by a soft yellow glow.

“I knew that!” cried Lydia, making Cora stop in a silent what-question, “the banshee reference, the glowing eyes, are you really…”

“Really what? Retelling you the werewolf children fairytale? About the supernatural creatures we actually are? Yeah, I am and you’ve just interrupted me”

“The only supernatural thing here is the fact that nobody came after that shriek” Lydia said looking interrogatively at the other girl.

“It’s a fairytale. Do you really need to look for the logic here?”

“Oh sure, it is. Please go on with this absolutely not-that-exact-moment invented and logical story” deadpanned Lydia, going back to the warmed place on Cora’s lap

The Princess could barely take away her eyes from the girl. But then, a sudden pang of cold pierced her body. She shuddered, looking at the hands of the stranger. Her soft hands looked pale like a marble statue under the moonlight with long fingers wrapped around the Princess's hand. A moment later, the cold sensation was changed into a warmth spreading all over her skin with a tickling sensation. She never felt so good before. It was like her darkness slept from her into…

She took a look at the girl. Her hands became almost transparent. Her veins turned dark as if something was crawling through them straight to her heart. With the cold that pierced her heart the girl took away the darkness.

“What did you do?” asked the Princess when the girl let her hands go.

“I took away your pain” whispered the girl, “there was a lot of it. I don’t know where it came from but I’ve never seen so much of pain in one person”

“Thank you” the Princess said, “what can I do for you in return?”

“I haven’t done yet” was the answer, “it’ll take a lot of time to take it all away”

“When what shall we do?”

“I’ll come to you tomorrow night”

“I’ll leave the window open then” said the Princess, before the girl disappeared in the soft light of the rising day.

The girl didn't know why she was so drawn to the young Princess. As if by a magical unexplainable force she was pulled to the castle every night to take away Princess’ pain. Every night the Princess told her stories about castle life, about dances and parties, about delicious food and fancy clothes. Every night in return the girl told her stories about the outside world, the streets she was raised in and the forests full of wonderful magical creatures and plants. They talked and talked and talked. With every new dawn, the Princess was regaining her bygone beauty. And with that, the kingdom and its people were raised again. The shining sun gave its warmth to the plants in the kingdom gardens and everyone came back from the haze of Misery and Despair.

By the end of the thirtieth day, on the night of the full moon, the girl was unusually silent.

“What happend to you?” asked the Princess, caressing girl’s soft hair, “you seem so sad”

“I am” answered the girl, “because it is the last day we see each other, dear Princess”

A surprised gasp slept from the Princess' mouth.

“Why is it so?” cried the Princess, “you should stay! It's not a plea but an order from your Princess!”

“I wish I could” answered the girl, “but today I will take the last bit of your pain and then I should be gone”

The girl took Princess’ hands in hers, caressing them softly with her thumbs. A second passed before dark veins ran through her pale skin. A few wrinkles appeared on her forehead, as the last drop of darkness filled her heart.

“That's it now. Your curse is gone”

“But so are you” whispered the Princess, looking straight into the girl’s golden eyes, “and I don't want you to”

“I filled my heart with darkness and now I need to leave for the darkest cave in the forest to cure myself” said the girl, “and I must do that alone”

“I can't let you do that on your own” cried the Princess, “for I love you and shall help you as you helped me”

The quiet sob came from the girl.

“Don’t cry my love, my heart bleeds to see you crying” said the Princess, taking the girl's face in her hand, “I fell in love with your kindness, your courage, your strength. You have taught me the real life and there's nothing in this world I can do to pay you back but I can offer you my loyalty and my love”

And with these words, the Princess kissed the girl on the lips. The sudden sparkle of gold appeared between the girls the moment their lips touched. It wrapped them both in a magical mist, lighting the surroundings of the chamber.

A few seconds passed before the mist disappeared, revealing two girls, holding each other closely.

The Princess smiled, pressing small kisses all over the girl’s face.

“Just as my books say” said the Princess, “true love can cure any malady”

“And yours has just cured mine” the girl smiled, hugging tightly her dear Princess, "I love you too, my dear Princess". And they both smiled and laughed till the sun rose shining on the sky.

The next day, the Princess revealed a great sorceress who had found a way to cure her darkened heart. The kingdom celebrated the return of their beloved Princess. The celebration lasted the whole week: people danced, laughed and told wonderful stories about the magical cure of their Princess.

The Princess and the girl became inseparable from that day on. And when the time came, they both took their places on Princess’s parents thrones and became the wise and fair rulers of the kingdom high above the sea”

“The end” finished Cora, taking in some breath, “so what do you—”

She never finished the sentence, her look fixed on Lydia's face. With her eyes closed, the other girl’s eyelashes made a little shadow on her rosy cheeks. She seemed to be asleep for quite a long time already.

“And that's the reward I get for my storytelling skills. Rude” Cora smiled, taking away some of the loose strands of hair from the girl's face. She placed a light kiss on her temple, taking Lydia's pain away.

“I’ll guard your sleep today, my Princess” Cora, whispered leaning on the soft headboard of Lydia’s bed, “good night”.

HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE!!! And as it is a lesbian pride today(according to the calendar), I brought this small piece of writing to contribute to lesbian apocalypse this year.

And here's a small sketch I drew for this story

Let me know what you think about this story. Any type of interaction with this post is appreciated🙏

[clementinecalls]

rip lydia martin, you would've loved chappell roan

[tdenewulf]

This song brought back some high school memories. Watching Teen Wolf and absolutely losing my mind when Lydia kissed Stiles.

[inlovewhithafairytale]

Friends don't look at friends that way

Malia x female reader

Teen wolf imagine

My parents are homophobic and I was raised to be a homophobic, but they are abusive and all and I realized that I didn't want to live by anyone's rules anymore, so I low-key cheer on LGBTQ+. And Malia is literally the only girl that's made me rethink my sexuality and here I am. So this is the imagine <3

Summary: yn has always been there for Malia, specially when she came back from being a coyote and getting her used to normal life again. She thinks they're just best friends till Malia says something that changes everything.

Warnings: these is my first time writing with these bi thing so please tell me if there are some incorrect things.

Yn had always been there. Since the start. Since the day that malia turned back into a human girl, yn had felt like something had strung them both together and she called it friendship.

Malia also felt like something was pulling them together, she had felt attracted by her, by the wayyn was so kind, the sound of her laugh, the way her eyes lit up when she was happy. The way she smelt like home, she felt safe whenever she was with her. She knew there had to be something more than just friendship, but she didn't really dare to say anything. Not really.

The pack saw how you two were close and talked between themselves that yn and malia should just start dating and spare them all the drama.

And their wish had come true when in senior year.

The dread doctors business was a nasty one, you didn't know who was a human who was a chimera and yn lived in constant fear that something bad would eventionally hurt her friends.

Yn was human and Malia tried along the rest of the pack to protect her at all cost but they failed when she was taken by the dread doctors along with Liam and Hayden.

Malia freaked out. And that's when she realized hoe much Yn actually meant to her. More than a friend. Definitely a lover, bit a sinking realization hit her that yn wouldn't feel the same way about her. But she couldn't spare those thoughts, not here in the tunnels going around in circles whith no other lead.

"We'll find them malia" said Scott trying to keep the werecoyote calm, even when he himself was scared that he may lose two lives with he was supposed to protect.

"But what if we find them and they're not alive"malia complained giving him a look between desesperation and fear" what if YN's not alive"

Scott turned around to face her" well find yn, well find your best friend"

"Best friend" Malian muttered with loathing

Scott heard and the corner of his lips twitched upwards"you finally realized you had feeling for each other?" He laughed despite the circumstances.

"You guys knew?!" Malia exclaimed her voice bouncing of the walls creating echoes.

"We knew all along! It was the most obvious thing in the world" Scott shrugged his shoulders and kept walking.

"Yn probably doesn't like me she just thinks of me as a friend"malia protested, her voice emotionless. Keeping her feelings to herself.

Scott turned around once again facing her eyebrows drawn together "Friend don't look at friends that way, you two have looked each other in the eye a little too long to be just friends."

Malia raised her eye row at him "you guys have been watching us?"

Scott started walking beside her " we even have a bet going on to who will say their undying feelings for each other first"

"Really?!"

"Yeah" answered Scott laughing

"We should put a bet on stiles and Lydia too"

While this happend yn had been slipping in and out of consciousness. And when she woke up, she was laying on the floor her head propped up into someone's lap.

She looked around her and tried to sit up.

"Thank God you woke up" yn turned around to see Liam to whom she was laying on and Hayden by his side.

"Where the hell are we" she asked looking around. They appeared to be in a old theater and a fence covered the only way out. She saw I was electrified and groaned.

"I thi k were in the dread doctors lair"answered Liam

Are you guys ok?" She asked the sophomores as she saw Hayden clothing her stomach were it looked like black blood staining her shirt

"Not really" replied Hayden clutching her eyes closed in pain.

"Don't worry Scott will find us" I hope she added in her mind as she went to the younger girls side holding her hand.

*A little skip to the good part cause is 1 am

Malia walked into the McCall house hold with tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

They haven't found them. Heaven only knew what they could be doing to them.

She heard Scott gasp beside her, and she looked up to see Liam and Hayden laying on the couch, Lydia putting a blanket over them as they slept. They looking over them protectly.

Her eyes searched the room but she couldn't see yn.

"She's in the kitchen" Malian turned around to see Theo giving her a knowing smile."she was asking for you"

Malia nodded to him and for a second stood there. Then she went and hugged him. "Thank you" she muttered and pulled away walking toward the kitchen.

She found Yn sitting in the counter a cup of coffee before her, she looked up when malia came in and gave her a small smile "hey there bestie"

Malia rushed over to her and hugged her"i swear ill kill them all" she muttered into her hair.

Yn gave a light laugh and hugged her back. Malia pulled away and sat in a chair next to her facing her.

They sat there for a moment just looking at each other yns hand in malias.

"Yn""malia" they both started and stopped and looked at each other laughing

"You go first""no you"

"No, but really Malia, you first"

Malia sighted and looked into yns eyes, she didn't know what to say. So she just looked at their intertwined hands and sighted.

"I dont ever want to lose you again"she muttered

"You didn't lose me, I'm right here"yn commented.

"No you don't understand" said Malian looking up into her eyes against can't lose you, j can't because if I do, I don't know what I'll do"she looked straight Into yns eyes and yes heart picked up "I don't ever want to lose you because I love you yn"malia muttered

Yn gave a short gasp. She didn't... she wasn't.... but what if... what if maybe she was... what if she loved her back.

Flashbacks flooded back.. yn and Malia driving together throught the town blasting music and singing at the top of their lungs. Them laying together watching the night sky. Them staring into each other's eyes. I little bit too much to be Just Friends.

"I.." she stammered. Malian waited for her response her heart beat picking up, as she stared at the girl who had her heart." I think I love you too" she whispered.

Then Malia did what she had wanted to do ages ago without realizing it. She kisses her. Malian put her hands to the sides of her face and yn put hers in her arms as she kissed her back. Lips fitting together perfectly.

Malia pulled back for a moment of air "yn would you be my girlfriend?" She gasped out

Yn gave her a wide grin "i'd love too"

Whoopings were heard from the living room and laughs and clapping of hands.

"Finally!" They heard stiles literally yell

"Finally I don't have to be gay alone" mason laughed.

"You guys have been listening in?!""again?!"yn and Malian both yelled.

They looked at each other and giggled

"Do you want to take this upstairs?" Yn whispered to malia

Malia just grinned and took her hand and as they made their way upstairs they heard stiles yell after them"remember to wear protection!" Then Lydia saying to him"they don't need one dumbass"

So what do you guys think? I tried my best buy its 2 am and I'm tired. So tell me what you guys think and requests are always open