#vintage lesbians fanfic

[greyheadedjaco]

This fic is dedicated to all the peeps on the EKosystem (Erin Kellyman) Discord server. Thank y'all for being so awesome.

Happy Holidays, and

[jhyoos]

Off Limits

chapter 6 : the night is still young

soccer player vi x talis reader

mentions : smut, fingering, semi-public sex if you squint, kissing, lesbianism, drunk sex, romance, little angst

summary: after the football game, theres a afterparty that you attend with dina and viktor before they leave to go back to italy.

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The sun barely peeked through your curtains when you were rudely yanked from your sleep—not by the blaring of an alarm or the buzz of your phone, but by the sudden and unbearable weight crushing you into your mattress.

A loud oof escaped your lips as you were jolted awake, your limbs flailing beneath the weight pinning you down.

“Jayce!” you screeched, your voice raspy from sleep.

Your brother, who had quite literally body-slammed you, laughed unapologetically, completely unbothered by your suffering. “Rise and shine, superstar!” he declared, his obnoxiously cheerful voice making you want to shove him off the bed.

You groaned, trying—and failing—to shove him away. “Get off me!”

“You’ve got a big day ahead!” he continued, ignoring your struggle. “First football game, first time cheering in front of a whole crowd—”

“I swear to God, Jayce, move before I kick you off this bed.”

Jayce finally rolled off of you, still grinning as he propped himself up on his elbows. “I’m just making sure you’re hyped up,” he said, ruffling your already-messy hair.

You scowled, swatting his hand away. “Yeah, well, I was sleeping just fine before you tried to suffocate me.”

He shrugged. “Consider it tough love.”

You groaned, rubbing your face as reality set in—today was the big game, your first time stepping onto the field as a cheerleader. It should’ve been exciting, but then you remembered one very unfortunate detail.

Caitlyn would be there.

Your stomach twisted at the thought. Not only was she the captain, but she’d be watching your every move. Judging you. You were sure of it.

Jayce noticed your sudden shift in mood and sighed, flicking your forehead lightly. “Quit overthinking. You’re gonna do great.”

You scoffed, rolling out of bed. “Easy for you to say. You don’t have Caitlyn Kiramman breathing down your neck.”

��Damn right,” you muttered, shoving him toward the door. “Now get out so I can get ready.”

Jayce laughed as he let you push him out, his voice teasing as he called over his shoulder, “See you at the field, superstar!”

The door shut behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

With a deep breath, you stretched, shaking off the nerves that threatened to creep in. You got this.

Even if Caitlyn was watching, even if things felt tense—today was your day. And you were going to own it.

The stadium was alive with energy, the air buzzing with anticipation as the football team took their positions on the field. The bright stadium lights cast a golden glow over the turf, making the players' helmets gleam under the night sky. The crowd was loud, an ocean of students, parents, and alumni cheering, clapping, and stomping on the bleachers. The scent of popcorn, sweat, and fresh-cut grass filled the air, mixing with the rhythmic beats of the marching band's drums.

Up in the stands, Jayce and his soccer teammates had claimed a whole section for themselves, lounging comfortably in their team jackets. He was mainly there for you—he never missed a moment to support you, no matter how much you two butted heads. But he didn’t mind watching the game either, his eyes drifting between the field and the cheer squad.

Dina and Viktor sat beside him, equally invested in the night’s excitement. Dina, ever the sentimental one, had her phone out, snapping pictures and recording videos with the practiced ease of someone who’d done it a million times. She zoomed in, focusing on you as you moved effortlessly through the cheer routine.

“Your mom’s gonna love these,” Dina said, grinning as she captured a perfect shot of you mid-jump. “She’ll probably cry.”

Jayce let out a short laugh. “She cries at everything when it comes to her.”

Viktor smirked. “Maybe she should have brought tissues.”

Meanwhile, you were fully locked into your routine. The familiar thrill of performing pulsed through your veins, your heart pounding in sync with the beat of the marching band. Your body moved on instinct—muscle memory kicking in, your arms sharp, your jumps high, your landings clean. Every chant, every cheer felt natural, like you’d never stopped.

But the truth was, it had been too long.

The last time you had truly cheered—felt the joy of it—was before your dad died.

The thought hit you suddenly, but instead of weighing you down, it lifted you up.

Your dad had loved watching you cheer. He had been your biggest fan, never missing a single game or competition. You could still picture him in the stands, grinning from ear to ear, clapping louder than anyone else. He knew every move, every call, every chant. He even helped you practice, standing in the living room, mimicking your moves and shouting out, You got this, kiddo! Hit that toe touch!

He had believed in you.

And now, standing here, under the bright lights, with Jayce, Dina, and Viktor watching, with the crowd roaring and the band playing—you felt it again.

You weren’t just cheering for the football team.

You were cheering for him.

The halftime performance had been a success. The crowd roared, the adrenaline pumped through your veins, and for a moment, everything felt good. But as soon as you stepped into the locker room, reality set back in.

You made your way to the mirror, digging through your bag to grab some makeup wipes. Sweat clung to your skin, and you needed to freshen up before heading back out. As you dabbed at your face, reapplying some lip gloss, you caught a glimpse of something—someone—in the mirror.

Your entire body tensed.

Sevika.

She was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, leaning against the frame with that same unreadable expression she always had.

You turned around instantly, facing her directly. “What the hell are you doing here?”

She pushed off the doorframe, stepping forward slowly. “Came to see you.”

You scoffed, folding your arms. “At my school? At my game? That’s crazy, even for you.”

Sevika didn’t look the least bit guilty. “Wanted to see how you were doing.”

You let out a dry laugh. “Oh, so now you care? After everything? You must be out of your damn mind.”

She took another step forward, her eyes dark and searching. “You didn’t let me explain that night.”

You shook your head. “I don’t need an explanation. I don’t need you.”

She exhaled through her nose, tilting her head slightly. “You don’t mean that.”

“Oh, I do.” You stepped closer, glaring up at her. “I don’t care what you have to say, Sevika. You lied to me, you played with me, and now you think you can just waltz in here and make things right?”

“I didn’t lie,” she said firmly. “And I didn’t play with you.”

Your jaw clenched. You didn’t want to listen. You refused to listen.

Sevika sighed. “I just want to talk.”

“Well, I don’t.” You grabbed your bag off the counter and threw it over your shoulder. “So if you’ll excuse me, I have a game to finish.”

You made a move to walk past her, but she grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

“Let me go,” you warned, your voice dangerously low.

She stared at you for a long moment before she finally released her grip.

You didn’t say another word. You just walked out, leaving her standing there alone.

Sevika didn’t let up, lingering around even after the game ended. You could feel her eyes on you as you walked off the field, ignoring her presence entirely. But when you saw that she wasn’t backing down, you huffed in frustration and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to the side where no one could see the two of you.

She barely resisted, letting you drag her away until you found a quiet spot behind the bleachers.

“Look,” you started, exhaling sharply, “I get that you’re sorry. I get that you feel guilty. But there comes a point where enough is enough.”

Sevika’s jaw tightened, but she stayed quiet, waiting for you to continue.

“I’m done, Sevika,” you said, looking her dead in the eyes. “With you and everything we had—which wasn’t even real. Just a few kisses and some conversation.”

She flinched slightly at that, but you kept going.

“And I thank you for that,” you added, voice softer now. “You were good to me… in your own way. But you were still seeing other people.” You shook your head. “And I’m not even mad about that. It’s the fact that you asked me to be your girlfriend while still doing it.”

Sevika’s gaze wavered for the first time, like she wasn’t sure what to say.

You scoffed. “I had love for you, Sevika. But that went away the second I found out you hid that from me.”

She parted her lips slightly like she wanted to argue, to fight for a chance to explain, but no words came out.

So you just shook your head. “We can still be friends, but relationship wise...we’re done here.”

Then you turned around and walked away, leaving her standing in the shadows of the empty bleachers.

As soon as you stepped away from the bleachers, you spotted Jayce, Dina, Viktor, and Mel standing near the walkway, waiting for you. The stadium lights cast long shadows over them, the remnants of the game still buzzing in the air as students flooded out of the stands, chattering about plays and plans for the night.

You pulled your cheer jacket tighter around you, shaking off the lingering rush of the game before stopping in front of them. “There’s gonna be an afterparty tonight,” you announced, shifting your weight onto one leg. “And with the permission of my oh-so-wise older brother, I was hoping I could go.”

Jayce narrowed his eyes, arms crossed over his chest like a protective parent. He hesitated for a moment, clearly weighing his options before letting out a long sigh. “Fine,” he relented. “But no drinking.”

You rolled your eyes, already anticipating the argument. “I’m gonna drink,” you shot back, a smirk tugging at your lips. “It’s still my birthday week and this—” you motioned to your face dramatically “—this pretty face I have to put to use.”

Jayce groaned, rubbing a hand down his face in frustration. “Fine,” he grumbled, clearly realizing he wasn’t going to win this one. “At least Mel and I have the apartment to ourselves since Mom’s gone.”

At that, he turned to Mel with a knowing look, a smug little smirk forming on his lips.

You immediately grimaced, your entire body recoiling at the implication. “Ew,” you said, your nose scrunching in disgust. “Why would you even say that?”

Mel just laughed, throwing an arm around Jayce’s shoulder. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same if you had a chance,” she teased.

You gagged dramatically, shaking your head. “Nope. Don’t wanna hear it. Erasing this conversation from my brain immediately.”

Dina snickered beside Viktor, nudging him. “This is gold.”

Viktor smirked, adjusting his scarf. “Ah, siblings,” he mused. “The universal language of traumatizing each other.”

The party was already in full swing by the time you arrived. Music pulsed through the air, bodies moved to the rhythm under dim, colorful lights, and the scent of alcohol and sweat mixed in the warm atmosphere. The place was packed—students from the football team, cheer squad, and random groups from campus all mingling together.

As you stepped inside, you immediately spotted familiar faces. Ekko and Jinx stood near the dance floor, laughing about something while Vi leaned against a wall, drink in hand, watching the crowd with her usual cool demeanor.

A bright grin spread across your lips as you approached them. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite troublemakers,” you greeted, slipping into their circle effortlessly.

Jinx gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. “Us? Trouble? Never.”

Ekko smirked. “You’re literally the one who almost set off fireworks at the last party.”

Jinx waved him off. “Details.”

Dina popped up beside you, looping her arm through yours. “Alright, birthday girl,” she teased, “time to put that pretty face to use.”

You raised a brow. “What?”

Jinx grinned, nodding toward the bar. “That bartender looks real generous. Think you can work your magic and get us free drinks?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at your lips. “Oh, so that’s why you brought me along.”

“Obviously,” Dina said. “Now go. Use your charms.”

With an exaggerated sigh, you strutted over to the bar, putting a little extra sway in your hips as you leaned against the counter. The bartender, a guy in his mid-twenties with messy brown hair and a cocky smirk, immediately turned his attention to you.

“Hey there,” he said, eyes raking over you. “What can I get you?”

You batted your lashes, tilting your head just enough to let your hair fall perfectly into place. “Something strong,” you purred. “But, you see, I forgot my wallet at home. Think you can help a girl out?”

The bartender smirked, clearly considering it. “Well, I don’t usually give out drinks for free, but…” He leaned in slightly. “For you, I might make an exception.”

You bit your lip, feigning shyness. “That’s so sweet of you.”

A few minutes later, you walked back toward your friends with a tray full of drinks, triumphant. Dina and Jinx cheered, grabbing theirs immediately.

“And they say women don’t have superpowers,” Jinx quipped, taking a sip.

As you laughed, you couldn’t help but glance back toward Vi. She was still by the wall, but this time, she was watching you. Her jaw was set, and there was something unreadable in her expression—something between amusement and jealousy.

You held her gaze for a second longer before turning back to your friends, feeling the heat of her eyes still on you as you walked away.

Vi let out a small chuckle at your confidence, shaking her head as she leaned against the sink, arms crossed. “Yeah, well… I wasn’t the only one who thought so. Pretty sure half the guys in the stands were looking at you.”

You flushed at the comment, but kept your composure as you stood up, adjusting your dress before stepping over to the sink to wash your hands. “And what about you? You looked good too,” you admitted, glancing at her reflection in the mirror.

Vi raised a brow, clearly surprised. “Yeah?”

You turned to face her fully, leaning back slightly against the counter. “Yeah,” you repeated, tilting your head slightly.

The air between you shifted—heavier, more charged. Vi took a slow step forward, her piercing eyes scanning your face like she was searching for something.

“You drunk?” she asked, voice low.

You scoffed. “Not enough to not know what I’m saying.”

That was all the confirmation she needed. In a swift movement, Vi closed the space between you, her hands coming up to cup your face as she pressed her lips against yours.

The kiss was deep, almost desperate, as if weeks of distance, frustration, and unresolved feelings came crashing down all at once. You melted into it, your hands instinctively gripping her jacket as she pulled you flush against her.

Her lips moved against yours with an intensity that made your knees weak. Vi’s hands roamed, one settling at your waist while the other slid up to the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. You gasped against her mouth when she tugged you even closer, her tongue slipping past your lips in a way that made your head spin.

For a moment, it felt like nothing else existed outside that bathroom. Just the heat of her touch, the way she kissed you like she’d been starving for it. Like she still wanted you.

And god, did you still want her.

Vi pressed you back against the counter, her grip firm but not forceful, like she was holding onto you just as much as you were holding onto her. The taste of alcohol lingered between you, but neither of you cared.

Her hands wandered, tracing the curve of your waist, pressing into the fabric of your dress like she was trying to memorize the shape of you all over again. Your fingers tangled in her short hair, nails grazing her scalp as she groaned softly against your lips.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, your forehead rested against hers. Vi’s hands stayed on your hips, holding you steady as your chest rose and fell.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” you whispered, though you didn’t move away.

Vi swallowed, her thumb brushing over your lower lip. “Then tell me to stop.”

You opened your mouth, but the words didn’t come. Instead, you just looked at her—really looked at her. The way her pupils were blown, her lips swollen from kissing you. The way her hands still held you, hesitant now, like she wasn’t sure if you’d push her away.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you leaned in again, softer this time, like you were trying to savor the moment before reality crashed back in. Vi kissed you just as gently, a stark contrast from the desperation before.

Vi lifted you up onto the counter before her hand found its way up your thigh and to the waistband of your panties. “Please. Let me touch you,” she pleaded, looking at you.

You looked at Vi for a moment before nodding.

Her hands made its way into your panties as her rough fingers rubbed your clit in slow circles, making you gasp.

Vi leans in for a kiss, before easing her fingers down your wet folds, getting her fingers wet with your arousal, making you moan into the kiss.

You haven’t had sex since you left Italy and god did you miss the feeling of being fingered. “Please Vi,” you whined into the kiss.

She listened as she puts her pointer and middle finger inside of you. Her kisses moved down to your neck as she started to thrust her fingers inside of you.

You clenched around them making you both moan from the feeling. “You’re so sexy. God I love you so much,” she whispered in your ear before biting it.

“You’re not being fair,” you moaned out as her thrust got faster, your hands moving from the edge of the counter to Vi’s shoulders, and pulling her close.

Her fingers curled inside of you, hitting the spongy spot of your wet cunt. Your legs almost closed as you yelped out a moan.

“Are you a squirter, Talis?,” she teases before suddenly thrusting her fingers in out of her, her fingers still curved, constantly hitting g-spot as you moaned loudly.

The sound of the music was basically background noise at the point as the sound of your wet cunt and moans filled the bathroom.

“I’m cumming! Oh my god Vi!,” you moaned out.

A few seconds later you came…hard. Your vision was more blurry than what it already was and your legs were shaking uncontrollably. Your hearing was fuzzy was a few seconds.

You didn’t even feel the the gush of juices squirting out of you, getting on the floor, you and Vi.

Thank god you both were wearing black.

After you calmed down, Vi pulled her fingers out of you, licking off her fingers that your juices on them.

“You taste just how i imagined…so sweet,” she says before taking off your panties fully and putting them in her pocket.

“Gonna add it to my collection. I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Talis. Love you,” she says before kissing your cheek and leaving the bathroom, leaving you in your mess.

You sighed heavily before pressing your head against the wall as you realized what you’ve done.

You fucking folded.

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[ampullenblut]

Minthara and Orin.

[lushbliss]

And we're back, the girls are *finally* getting their romantic opera night 💕

Holding you, Holding me--chapter 18 (pt.1) is up now

Gorgeous art for the chapter by @jennosaur 💕

[meangirls-imagines]

Welcome to the Poly!Plasticsverse!

collab with: @yungpoetfics (my fav bubs in the world)

Regina George

@queenbgina/@callmereginald (she/her)

North Shore's Queen Bee

Soft for her girlfriends

The mom of the group

Basically a sugar mommy for her girls

Lifehack Geek

TikTok hater

Has rational fear of werewolves

Will fight a bitch

Victoria's Secret girly

Female rapper stan (Doja, Cardi, Megan, etc.)

Gryffindor

Lesbian

Gretchen Wieners

@thegretchenw/@greatgretsby (she/her/it (only if ur special))

The second mom of the group

Softest human

Loves playing with her girlfriends hair

#1 Twilight hater

Has a letterboxd account just to leave bad reviews

The level headed one usually, but will snap when she needs

Cuddly as fuck

Loves Fleur du Mal lingerie

Stubborn as Fuck

Wine drinker/expert

Loves vintage music (Elvis, Elton John, etc.)

Hufflepuff

Bisexual

Karen Shetty

@karebearz/@karensheetty (any pronouns)

Ambidextrous™️

Loves Spongebob

Plant Parent

Knows Britney Spears and Lady Gaga choreo

Kpop girly (Blackpink, BTS, etc.)

Lettering expert

Has Funko Pop collection

Squishmallow lover

Ravenclaw

Pansexual

Cady Heron

@cady_heron/@defnotcaddy (she/her)

The third mom of the group

Whispers when angry

Carries bandaids at all times

Always has snacks

Lactose Intolerant (but LOVES cheese)

Cries at Rom-Coms

LOVES hugs

Cannot handle spicy food

Sleeps with a teddy bear

Happy to be here

Friends with everyone's parents

Token vanilla of the group

Has diary (with a heart shaped lock)

Bisexual

Aaron Samuels

@aaronsammy/@atomicaaron (he/him) or (ho/mie)

1/3 of Terror Trio

Y/N's best friend

North Shore's resident Himbo

Will do anything if someone says "I dare you"

Impulsive buyer

Has one brain cell (shares it with Y/N)

Overuses 💪 emoji

Usually confused

1/2 Golden Retriever duo

Can skateboard

Uses Axe body spray

Co-founder of Stuntmares

Dreams of grabbing a teddy in a claw machine (bucket list item)

Ass man

Owns too many grey sweatpants

Kisses his homies (homiesexual)

Has never watched Harry Potter

Watches lifestyle coaches on YT

Can play the ukulele (really badly)

Loves Eminem and Harry Styles (would fuck Harry Styles)

Writes Larry Stylinson fanfics

Kissed Y/N once (regretted immediately)

Bisexual

Damian Hubbard

@hubbarddamian/@damianishubby (he/him/they)

Learned how to sew from Janis

Does drag and has a YT channel (Anita Dick)

Huge Adore Delano stan

Will fight anyone who hurts Janis

Doesn't like Rupaul as a person, but is a religious Drag Race fan

#1 Poly!Plastics fan

Has an 8 step skincare routine

Cameraman for Stuntmares

Earlybird

Lies about having curfew to go to sleep early

Ravenclaw

(Lowkey wishes he was a Slytherin bc it's the "cuntiest house"

Him and Karen watch The Bachelor

Fav movie is Dirty Dancing (did the lift with Janis)

Learned how to twerk from Y/N

Gay

Janis Imi'Ike

@janiisimiike/@imiikenough (she/they)

Secret Barbie girly(live action and animated movies)

Will go straight for Ryan Gosling

Feral chihuahua of the group

Hozier stan

HATES THE KARDASHIANS

Pain in Regina's ass

Anger Issues™️

Secretly loves Olivia Rodrigo

Mentally Ill friend

Emotional Drunk

Karaoke Queen

Tits girly

Leather Jacket lesbian

Getting piercings > therapy

Has a suit collection

Thrifter

Loves her friends

Dog person (secretly)

Quotes niche memes

Kinky af

Middle Child

Lesbian

Y/N Y/L/N (FC: Chrissy Costanza)

@thisbeyn/@reginaslefttit (she/he/they/it)

2/3 Terror Trio

2/2 Golden Retriever duo

Has matching fried egg tattoo with Aaron.

Co-Founder of Stuntmares

"Hi, I'm Y/N and welcome to Stuntmares" *jumps off roof into pool*

Cuts her own hair

Blooper Reel Queen

North Shore's resident stoner

AUDHD (autistic + ADHD)

Playlists range from Beethoven to ashnikko

"IT'S NOT A PHASE. IT'S A LIFESTYLE."

Demisexual

Plays electric guitar

Has slight speech impediment

Gremlin of the group

D&D Dungeon Master

ALWAYS falls asleep during movie night

Power Nap Addict™️

Insomniac

Monster Energy Drink Enthusiast (collects the cans)

Oddly good at Origami

Tweets everything she thinks

Has been banned from Fortnite and Roblox

Married to Gretchen on The Sims (regina and karen were sad)

Anger issues

✨Spicy✨ Latina (do not fuck with her people)

Matching rings with her gfs

Def had one night stand with Cady

Shane Oman

@shaneomann/@omantastic (he/him) or (dumb/hoe)

Loves Old School Rap (Biggie, Tupac, Snoop Dogg, etc.)

Hates Y/N at first but comes to love her like a sister.

Only person who can outsmoke Y/N.

Has a dropped truck with red LED lights under it.

Blasts music walking down the halls.

Always has the zoomies.

Orange cat friend.

Has elevator music playing in his head 24/7.

Challenged Damian to a dance off. (He lost. But he had girls simping over him)

Posts thirst traps on TikTok. (Regina's mom is his #1 follower)

Has a frying pan tattooed to match Aaron and Y/N.

Always on Stuntmares trying to create new world records.

Or eating a bunch of weird combos.

"Oman! Not again!" *proceeds to eat a marshmallow and spam sandwich*

Ralph Lauren man

Whenever the polycule argues, he's a "fuck this shit, I'm out" person.

Professional party crasher

Dine and Dash expert

Has nipple piercings (Aaron and Y/N dared him to get them)

Curses like a fucking sailor (Half of his lines on Stuntmares are just censor beeps)

Talks way too fast.

Knows Italian and Spanish (Him and Y/N talk shit in Spanish)

His ringtone for Aaron and Y/N is the remix of the Windows error sound

Loves t-shirts with offensive prints (Regina tries to make him dress normally)

Has gc with Aaron and Y/N called "Hoemies"

Would fuck Aaron

TICKLISH

Major gossip (Him and Gretchen meet once a week to talk shit)

[kittyplushy]

Welcome! I'm Julianne / Jenkins (they/she). I am 19 years old!

🍓 I'm Julianne / Jenkins! I'm an Multi Media Art student, amateur illustrator, self shipper, and professional silly little guy (autistic)!! I am nonbinary and a lesbian :3

🍓 This is my main blog which is an amalgamation of my art, my interests, written works, and reblogs!

🍓 Mainly a self shipping blog

🍓 Hey! I have a blog PURELY dedicated to Beneath The Trees Where Nobody Sees. Essays, fanart, fanfics, news, everything!

🍓 pssst...my comms are always opennnn!

🍓 I'm interested in animation in general, vintage and cutesy aesthetics, toys, sweets ^_^

Main Interests: (Pink text are my special interests!)

Beneath The Trees Where Nobody Sees, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, Revolutionary Girl Utena, Sailor Moon, Saint Young Men, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Sonic the Hedgehog, Rodney Alan Greenblat works (PaRappa, Dazzeloids, mascot projects), Sanrio, The Mountain Goats, They Might Be Giants

🍰🍰My Self Ships! 🍰🍰

💐 House Guest: 💉Samantha Strong x Julianne Lucky I am not normal about them in da slightest tehehehe! main ship

💐 Stuffed Animal: 🧸Lesley x The Illustrator secondary self ship. Lesley is still a main f/o but you can blame DHMIS for being notoriously slow on any updates.

💐Sappho Suffocating: 🍰 Working on a interfandom polycule w both f/os!

I am not comfortable with sharing of any kind! I headcanon both these characters as lesbians. Do not derail!

These tags host my ramblings, writing, headcanons, and art for these ships. I also occasionally post non-specific imagines although most are targeted towards the fem!f/o demographic...

I also post. Normal BTTWNS art and analysis which you can find here! (seriously you should read this series..)

Guess this should also go without saying but PROSHIP / COMSHIP / DARKSHIP DO NOT INTERACT.

I explore heavy subject matter due to the source media of both f/os. Heavier warning for House Guest because it gets a bit intense. Please remember that none of my ships should be read as abusive. I just enjoy exploring these complex characters through hypotheticals and am only working within what the creators have stated about their personalities.

I sometimes post suggestive text/memes/art so please block tags such as [suggestive text] or [suggestive] if ur uncomfortable or a minor.

Do not also interact if you share f/os. Please just be nice! I'm still figuring out how to sort this blog up!

My askbox is always open if you wanna chat and be friends! I love you! ;O

[darling-drag-brainrot]

Season 17 : Meet the Queens

🌟 I watched it just now and I have OPINIONS! 🌟

+ Acacia Forgot

- Seems like... bitchy... I honestly am not the biggest fan of her vibe and she doesn't seem funny to me. But the outfit was stellar! And she talks a big musical game so I'm excited for that!

+ Arriety

- Her name? Stellar. Her look? Strange and wonderful. Her voice? Pretty and cunt. I CANNOT wait to see her out of drag I bet she's stunning. She's so cute to me, sorry. Also is she Latina? Because this CANNOT be a white woman to me.

+ Crystal Envy

- Her outfit was giving tinsel town and I wasn't a major fan of it admittedly. But she seems sweet, like I want to spend time with her- like she seems really down to Earth, well-spoken, and I look forward to seeing her in design challenges and in the musical challenge. She could be Miss Congeniality to me. Also her wig IS the moment.

+ Hormona Lisa

- Banger name! Oh my god, Southern? She's so cute. Not a big fan of her outfit to be honest, but she seems genuinely fun to me. Also... ADHD queen!

+ Jewels Sparkles

- I want to make fun of the name for being so like... childishly on the nose... but her name was the only one I could immediately remember after the initial introductions so I think she won there. I don't like to compare queens but I will say... she initially makes me think of Valentina just by looking at her and somewhat her voice. She is SO pretty though- it's giving Glinda from Wicked. The lesbian fanfic writers are gonna make good use of her calling it now. Also- ALL these girls saying they give off bitch as first impressions like come on now ladies... we can't ALL be Plane Jane. But Jewels seems so cute and sweet! Also Latina diva!

+ Joella

- Not a big fan of the outfit, but I think I just hate full body jumpsuit/bodysuits in general. I love the eye makeup, it feels very vintage in a way, if that makes sense. Also, she seems rather genuine and down to Earth- she seems so personable I love it. I think this outfit is just not the best. I love how brightly colored she is.

+ Kori King

- The outfit isn't giving water too much, but I like it- I wish it had some blue in it to match the eye makeup. Oh, she's trying to give BODY like good for her- corset and boobs are swell. She's giving cunty but in the best way- like she lowkey a bitch but in a hot cute way. And then she says... "If you really think 'I'm like such a bitch' - NO! You just have fucking botox!" like girl preach you understand me exactly. Sorry guys I am already a Kori fan. Hey, lesbians on my phone can we make her big in the fanfics? Can she be plastered all over AO3? Also her voice is honey molasses smooth... lovely.

+ Lana Ja'rae

- Bottom queen! God for her! Also, I love her name! Her voice is gorgeous in a way I cannot fully describe. She looks so ethereal model angel goddess and then she talks and she just sounds so nice and like... chill. I want her to go far! Also, lesbians, make her go far! I'm a sucker for genuine queens and she seems so genuine- she is NOT faking anything for the cameras. Also- her smile!!!

+ Lexi Love

- I despise the outfit on a visual level but I cannot lie it is well made. That shit is GLUED on it looks like- fit to the body like a glove. Respect. Also... she is giving mother. Like a sweet white mom. I would happily chat with her in line at the grocery store and she seems really approachable- which I love in a queen. Very humble it seems.

+ Lucky Starzzz

- OUTFIT EATS! The entire outfit eats and serves and devours! Me when a drag girl hates minimalism: WAHOO YIPPEE YAY! I love this season of soft-spoken queens, like she has a big personality but is not forcing her entire persona. God bless! I want her happy.

+ Lydia B Kollins

- I like the outfit, I wish she had taller heels or boots though to balance the bottom half of the outfit. I like the subtle alt look of her makeup. She makes puppets? Slay.

+ Onya Nurve

- HER VOICE! CAN I HAVE HER?! HER OUTFIT! HER HAIR! HER MAKEUP! HER SMILE! I NEED HER I MEAN WHO SAID THAT!?!? She's well spoken, knows her stuff, and isn't faking anything. Lesbians. Lesbians after me. Lesbians please. Lesbians we have to hype her up. She dislikes Animal Crossing? Sometimes beautiful queens are wrong, we forgive her. I need to see her on my screen NEOW.

+ Sam Star

- I love the outfit! For some reason staring at her makes me think of Kristin Chenoweth in Wicked. I like that she seems so playful, not focusing on being all bitchy and cruel. She's giving... Southern belle. Also... horny alert. This is said in the most loving way possible.

+ Suzie Toot

- The most BEAUTIFUL goddess out there. I gagged at her outfit and makeup it's sooooo old school musical theatre. She seems somehow so quirky and strange and also... just so unbelievably human and casual. She's like a Muppet brought to life as a human. She belongs as a guest star on the Muppet show. I would love to sit and listen to her talk about her inspirations and ideas, she seems really put together. I want to be her friend.

[ficsbylexi]

I am a lesbian

Like, I am, and it's taken me years to figure it out and stop convincing myself that I liked men, when I didn't

But James Buchanan Barnes

What am I doing reading bucky x reader fanfics again😭😭😭

And I'm thinking about Melodies of the Past

Like Bucky and Maggie going on their first date?

Maggie is actually a fashion historian so she dOES dress vintage

Like accurately

And they go for like, a picnic and Bucky is like super nervous but thought of every detail?

Bucky and Maggie are actually living rent free in my mind

I did think of making it multi-chapter but I'm already writing another multi-chapter fic that I have already outlined and the one shot ideas keep coming and I need to prioritize

[theblackqueenqueen]

Hello Queenies, just some informations about me because (idk why I do this but a saw a lot of people do this so like I dont have a personnality I'll do it too 😀👍 :

Age: 14

sexuality: Bisexual or lesbian idk 😐

What I like: listening to music, skate, be with my friends, meet people on social media, therianthropy, my btf crush, queen, Freddie Mercury, John deacon, Roger taylor, Brian may, you 👀, lgbt people, my btf bedroom, electric guitar, find people who like the same things as me, my btf crush (again), the song tear it up, my brother, watching films or series, visiting queen things (like Freddie statue or the queen studios), buy random shit, imagine scenarios with queen or my btf crush or other random people, read fanfics, the ship maycury, hazbin hotel, Angel dust, drawing of course, thinking abt my sexuality, thinking abt the sexuality of my friends, thinking abt things, go to conventions, be random with my friends, talk to my btf crush, all of us are dead, learn english because yes i'm french, music tee-shirts, sushis, usa, uk, learning things abt queen, my btf crush (yes again), thegameofflowerberries (sorry if I made mistakes), wattpad, do skates with my friends, having deep conversations with my friends, my religion, furry, deaky's dancing, youtube

Zodiac sign: ♑

Religion: ✝️

Fav bands: Queen ofc, supertramp, led zeppelin, the beatles, Guns n roses,

Fav film or serie: Bo Rhap ofc, Titanic, Avatar, the end of the fucking world, all of us are dead

Nationality: French 🇲🇫🇲🇫 (oui oui baguette 😩)

Fav songs: Tear it up, need you loving tonight, hammer to fall, the march of the black queen, nevermore, the fairy feller master stroke, viva la vida, the milk carton

Style: Grunge, vintage and 80's style :D

Sorry if I made mistakes, I'm bad at english bc as you can see i'm french (oui oui baguette) (again)

I'm always looking for new friends so if you are interested my dm are open !! :)

[triplestripe]

I just posted chapter 1 of my long fic that I've been working on for almost 3 years! This fic has bubbled away, been interrupted by other short fics, by other fandoms, and most of its fandom is now dead (not literally, it's internet dead). Even the discord is down to the last handful of die hard tragics (half of us currently drooling over #Swarla)

It's been 10 years since this ship first sailed, and 9 years since they last appeared on our screens. I still love these vintage lesbians, and went out of my way more than once to thank the actors who played them for their positive contribution to my life.

So here it is. My biggest fanfic baby. Not my first but possibly my only ever multi-chapter. Already complete, but will be posted one chapter at a time.

I've got a story to tell, and I don't even care if anyone wants to hear it.

[spngirlpolls]

Omg I read Even though I knew the end and now when you say it, it is Destiel coded!

Another I read and though "this author haaas to be a destiel fan fic writer" is The love interest by Cale Dietrich. Too much focus on thier blue and green eyes. 🤔

i enjoyed it but there is no way it didn’t start out as destiel fanfic. almost all the major plot points were lifted from kripke era spn and there was a beat for beat recreation of the destiel mirror scene in 5x03. again, i liked it, i loved the vintage lesbian destiel (and lesbian drowley!!!) and there was plenty of cool original world building. but like…definitely fanfiction.

will have to check out the love interest!

[negative-generation]

⋆⋅☆neo-negative-generation hub ☆⋅⋆

: ̗̀➛ hai my name is neo/viktor/maksim im a transmasc 2spirit 18 yr old and i use he/him pronouns. im a native american-american and i speak english + russian. irl im a vintage punk and a commie fag.

IMPORTANT TAGS: #video, #audio, #save for later, #cat tag, #warner core, #major grom, #arcane, #portal, #fallout, hackers 1995 (#hackers), #seinfeld, #matthew lillard, #9/11, #bullet train, #the man from uncle, house md (#house), #blade, #james acaster

please block these if they make you uncomfortable! also just ask for things to be tagged :3

DNI: zionists, terfs / radfems, bigots, exclusionists, anti he/him lesbians, anti-agere, anti-selfshipping, anti-kink, capitalists, racist assholes, pro-ana, pro-loli / map individuals, generally ppl who suck, anti-hetalia, hazbin hotel/vivziepop fans, anti-ai, ppl who arent gonna respect boundaries lol

BLOGS: i have many sideblogs. here they are.

🛍️ @communist-splatoon - politics, splatoon

🔮@woodsboro-generation - horror movies

📽️ @neonational - anime and cute stuff

🖊️ @sl1-incident - misc aesthetic

🍭 @neo-imperial - star wars

🧜‍♀️ @trans-edward-nashton - batman

🎡 @marshmallowghostmen - ghostbusters

🦠 @bloodyselfshipping - selfshipping

🎉 @generational-atrophy - fanfic / writing

🪼 @killshot-mantell - star wars ocs

☔ @xxxbugaboo1990xxx - 90s ocs

👽 @never-made-it-to-his-20s - au ocs

🍇 @neogenic-artum - art blog

[hoziersonofnyx]

Betty was a smart girl. She said she knew everything, even when she was young and 17. That's what English girls do after all: they learn and behave in a ladylike manner. But this, she never expected.

Her friend Inez had just told her boyfriend James, also 17 but he didn't know anything, had been cheating on her all summer. So what if she wanted to dance at the far side of the gym to her favorite song under a vintage mirrorball and he didn't?

That didn't mean he was free to cheat on her with that Augustine girl from Literature, the American with the rich mom and the key lime green dog (privately, Betty always thought any normal pet owner would have a meltdown if they met the mad woman that was Augustine's mother, Rebekah).

Feeling her tears ricochet, she left to her favorite part of town: Windermere Lake, where she was always at peace. She wanted to die here, like so many poets did.

Watching the roses bloom, she had an epiphany: It was the first time she'd been cheated, but it would also be the last.

She left Sixth Form and moved to America where her uncle Aaron lived. He owned a bar, and last year she visited to see if she'd like attending a college near his town. She didn't, but she really wanted a drink right now.

The next few months passed by in a blur. Betty finished her year at the top of her class, and she's long since decided to ignore Augustine and James' existence.

She practically exiled herself, telling only a few close friends and family where she was going. She decided to travel in her favorite cardigan, the one James knit for her after she cut herself going for a dive off Hoax Cliff. He always teased her about its shape, which looked remarkably like a star.

When she got to America, her uncle greeted her with a quiet fanfare. Apparently, the Super Bowl was taking place a few miles away, so business was BOOMING.

Feeling a little guilty, she offered to help him with the bar. She wasn't old enough to serve alcohol, but she could clean the floor and bathrooms, take patrons' orders and cook a little.

While she was there, she began moonlighting as an auteur. She listened to the patrons' stories, which were always filled with random events, but all of them tied together by an invisible string.

Deciding to publish her first manuscript as a collection of these stories, she began to realize how many of them spoke to her. Not in a physical way, but they seemed to advise her on the situation with James.

Publishing it as <strong> folklore </strong>, it was an international hit. She got offers for book signings EVRYWHERE, but she knew the first place she wanted to go to. You see, she had first published the stories as fanfics on the online site Archive Of Our Own, and from the start there had been one reader from England that always supported her. After talking to them, she had developed a fancy, and her shock was akin to a lighting blast when they said they lived in her old town.

Finally back in England, she realized just how much she had yearned for it, the sound of high heels on cobblestones and the smell of wisteria.

She was greeted with an abrupt surprise: Augustine and James had gotten married almost right after she left, and divorced a little before Folklore was published.

Augustine had realized she was a lesbian and didn't truly love James, and rumor went, she was merely in love with how much he made her think of Betty. Either way, she moved back to her home country, the last great American dynasty refusing to go quietly.

In line at the grocery store where the reader had said to meet, she died a million little times when she came face-to-heart with her first supporter, who was none other than JAMES.

After an intense discussion, Betty came to a conclusion: she wasn't over her old flame and moving to another country rather than talk about the problem might *not* have been such a logical thing to do.

She decided to give him another chance, on one condition: they would have to reconnect in Windermere. James was a little confused, but he agreed.

Eventually, they fell in love again and decided to fully commit. She made him sign a prenuptial, though, because no way was she going to share her hard-earned assets with him.

A few years later, they had a kid, which they named September: the month after August.

Evermore yours,

Augustine Harkness

[architectsapprentice]

[hi-ibisco]

— she's a, she's a lady

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ and i'm just a boy!

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