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Assistant: Title: Lesbian
        Author: stellarspecter stellarspecter 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: “You being a girl now doesn't mean you have to stop liking girls. It just means you're a little less straight about it.”Steph stares at her and feels incredibly dumb that that hadn't occurred to her when her best friend is literally a girl who likes girls. “You think I'm — like you?”“A lesbian?” Robin asks, like it's not hard to say, like the idea of the word including her doesn't shake her down to her very core. “Yeah, Stevie. I do.”Written for STWG Daily Prompt 6/7/24: Lesbian
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              “You being a girl now doesn't mean you have to stop liking girls. It just means you're a little less straight about it.”Steph stares at her and feels incredibly dumb that that hadn't occurred to her when her best friend is literally a girl who likes girls. “You think I'm — like you?”“A lesbian?” Robin asks, like it's not hard to say, like the idea of the word including her doesn't shake her down to her very core. “Yeah, Stevie. I do.”Written for STWG Daily Prompt 6/7/24: Lesbian
            
        

        
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      this is not platonic stobin! i saw the prompt and thought it would be interesting to explore what both of them being lesbians might look like, and this is where we ended up. if that's not something you're into, just skip this one. don't like, don't read.if that's not you, then enjoy the lesbianism! and thank you to lihhelsing for looking this over for me!
    

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“It's weird, you know?” Steph is saying, tipsy and contemplative, Robin at her elbow as they lounge on the hood of her car. She takes another sip of the beer held loosely in her fingertips. “Like, I'm a girl. So I should like guys, right? But it's not like any of them would want to go anywhere near me, since I used to be one of them.” Robin snorts like she's said something funny. “Why are you sad about it? It's not like you want to date them.” Steph sighs. “Well, not yet. Maybe it's just too soon after coming out.” “Or maybe never,” Robin rebuts. “You being a girl now doesn't mean you have to stop liking girls. It just means you're a little less straight about it.” Steph stares at her and feels incredibly dumb that that hadn't occurred to her when her best friend is literally a girl who likes girls. “You think I'm — like you?” “A lesbian?” Robin asks, like it's not hard to say, like the idea of the word including her doesn't shake her down to her very core. “Yeah, Stevie. I do.” Steph stares down at her knees, struggling to make it make sense inside her head. On paper it all fits together, but for some reason, it just isn't clicking. Her can of beer hits her leg, the cold shocking her out of her thoughts. That one spot she always misses shaving near her knee is wet with condensation, the water clinging to the delicate hairs. “I'm not — I wouldn't —“ Robin grabs her hand where it rests on the metal beneath them, the silent encouragement helping her get the words out of her head. “I like girls, yeah,” Steph ends up saying, like confessing a secret that everybody already knew, “But that doesn't mean any girls like me.” Robin turns towards her, turns one hand clutching hers into two. “What?” “Maybe they used to,” Steph says, “Back when it was 'King Steve' they were into.” She spits out the old name with disgust. “But now? I don't — I'm not like you, Robin.” Her friend's brow furrows in confusion. “Gay? I thought we just —” “Normal,” Steph says, the words tearing themselves out of her chest. “I don't look like a girl. I'm barely used to acting like one. I don't — okay, maybe I'll find someone to take me on a couple dates. But I know I'm not what any lesbian is looking for.” “Steph,” Robin breathes. “Don't say that. You look great, babe. You're beautiful, and any girl would be lucky to date you.” Steph just rolls her eyes. “You don’t have to flatter me, Robin, you know I can tell when you’re lying.” “I’m not lying!” She exclaims. “Why would I be lying about how hot you are when I literally have eyes? You're a total babe and you know it, and on top of that, you're kind, and caring, and sweet, and good with kids, and you always make me laugh, and you're just --” She blinks, eyes suspiciously shiny. “You're you,” she finishes quietly. “And that's the most attractive thing of all.” Steph feels absolutely bowled over. Dumbfounded and tight in the chest and no words to be found. “Those big doe eyes don't hurt either,” Robin adds with shaky laughter. Steph blinks and shakes her head a little, trying to snap out of it. “Robs,” is all she can say. “You --?” “Don't need any more proof that you're hot to lesbians now, I guess.” For all that it sounds like a joke, Robin looks more nervous than Steph is used to seeing her, knees pulled up and hands clasped together over them, head tilted towards the ground like it's the most interesting thing she's ever seen. “I --” Steph can't do anything but huff out a laugh. “Yeah, I guess I don't.” She licks her lips and swallows. “Are you... serious?” Robin looks up at her, an open vulnerability in her eyes that Steph's not sure she's seen since they came out to each other on a dirty bathroom floor. “I'm so gone for you, Stevie,” she whispers, a confession let loose into the night air, floating tangibly between them. Unbidden, tears spring to Steph's eyes and a lump rises in her throat. “I — I don't...” “It's — it's okay if you don't... if you don't feel the same,” Robin says. Forces herself to say. “We can forget about it, it'll be like it never happened, don't worry about me —” ”I don't want to forget about it!” Panicked, Steph grabs her arm. Robin's eyes snap to her, surprised and hesitantly hopeful. “I don't want to forget about it,” she repeats, quieter. She herself doesn't quite know what's going on in her head, just that it would be painful to let this go. To let Robin go, even if they would still be friends. “You don't?” Steph shakes her head. “I... I think I...” Her grip loosens on Robin's arm as she takes her in. Her denim jacket dotted with pins and patches for things Steph has barely heard of, her straight-legged jeans from the mens section because she always complains about women's pockets, the smudges of mascara below her eyes because by the end of the day she's forgotten she's wearing makeup and rubbed her eyes at least five times. All parts of her best friend that she knows intimately, because for the past couple of years, they've shared every detail about their lives with each other. Except, it seems, this. On some level, Steph's glad she told her, just so that they can return to that world where there are no secrets between them. On another level, she's glad Robin told her because now she can finally let loose the desire to kiss her that's been squashed in the back of her head since they met. Steph jolts. “Holy sh@t.” Robin straightens up. “Holy sh@t? Holy sh@t what?” Steph meets her eyes with the kind of giddy excitement she thought she'd never feel again. “Holy sh@t, I f@ck@ng love you!” And with that, she plants a kiss on Robin's mouth. She's still underneath her, frozen in shock, but it doesn't take long for Robin to get with the program and kiss her crush back. Her hands come up into Steph's hair, clutching at the back of her head, and Steph has a wild thought that she's glad she's been growing her hair out, because it wouldn't have been as satisfying if there wasn't as much for Robin to pull. She kisses back, frantic, messy, trying to be gentle and slow like Robin deserves but too overcome with the suddenness of her realization to waste any time. Luckily, Robin doesn't seem to have a problem with it. They resurface from each other's mouths, chests heaving like they'd been doing something more strenuous than sitting there. “Hoooly sh@t,” Robin breathes. She looks up at Steph, the color of her lips matching her cheeks. “Yeah,” Steph agrees, unable to stop the huge grin growing on her face. “Oh my god, I don't know why you were worried. You said you loved me before we even kissed,” Robin says. “You are such a f@ck@ng lesbian.” Steph is so taken off guard that she lets out a big snorting laugh, falling into Robin as she does. “Jesus Christ. Yeah, I guess I am.” She pulls back and looks at the girl who's been the most important person in her life for the past few years and wonders how she didn't see it sooner. God, they could've been doing this ages ago. “It's true, though,” she says, reaching out to touch Robin's cheek. “I love you.” Robin looks at her and Steph thinks she gets what she meant about those big doe eyes, earlier: all soft and round and sweet. “I love you too,” she says, and leans in for a kiss. Steph gives it to her gratefully, leaning into her as easily as she'd fallen in love.'
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