Bisexualwoman Stories

Betty, a 23 year old woman from the 1910s, lives peacefully with her husband James, he came back from the military not long ago, and life seemed to be perfect, only to find out her world would shatter completely and everyone's real self would be revealed

There's not enough Bucky x Harley fanfic out there. So I'll just make some myself!

Esmerelda. Art student. She's known as the quiet one in her school. No friends to talk to, only her mind. She lets herself free through the art of painting. She's never had anyone by her side ever since her parents fell out of love. Since then, she's never believed in love, until, this girl arrives... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is my first ever Wattpad after being on this app for 3 years- Since it's my first, please be nice and calm about any criticism you might have. Thank you and enjoy! #286 for womanxwoman #772 for womensfiction

What the Avengers don't know about Nat is that in between The Red Room and SHIELD, she lived in Liverpool England and was the girlfriend of the lead guitarist of the band, Mucous Membrane. Natasha and John haven't seen or spoken to each other since the Newcastle incident, which traumatized all those involved. Even to this day, the fearless Black Widow refuses to take missions that are located in Newcastle. Though, while on a solo mission in New Orleans, they meet again and team up to face Papa Midnite and Red Skull. While working together, some old feelings resurface. Together they face the mistakes of the past and get to know the people they've become....and maybe fall in love with each other all over again. {In this, I'm using the "Avengers Assemble" version of Black Widow, and the "City of Demons"/"Justice League Dark" version of John Constantine.}

A short story based loosely on State of Grace by Taylor Swift --- "Charlotte had a lot on her mind, so no one could blame her if she wasn't exactly paying 100% attention to who was walking towards her. Lauren had been staring phone to read a text from Jack, so no one could blame her if she wasn't exactly paying 100% attention to who was walking towards her. After all there were no laws about distracted walking and sometimes fate liked to ruin a few people's days in order to make their lives better." --- Full synopsis insife

NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON!! Lieutenant Alissa Montgomery lost everything in Miami. The former Boston police Detective got swept up in the murder of her fiancée, first having to prove her innocence to Commander Shane McAndrews and Brooklyn Detective Matthew Daniels. In order to solve the case, Alissa had to dive deep into the second life her fiancée led that she knew nothing about, but in order to seek justice for her love, she had to risk it all.

- no smut (we're mINORS) - posting sapphic romance with the occasional make-out scene - don't expect consistent posting schedule; we're mentally ill (like all of you hoes) - we include and respect the trans family in these - all separate stories (unless specified) - safe space for kind people - probably going to use overused tropes but make it ~gay~ - don't be (bi/trans)-umbrella-phobic - the quality will vary gREATLY - will take requests as long as you listen to the above statements

A somewhat short and simple love story about the girls next door.

Melissa I didn't mean to fall for her. But Melissa had this gravity - all eyes, all fire, and just enough softness to ruin me. She was an actress, always half in character, half out of reach. But behind the cameras, behind closed doors, she was something else entirely. And once she let me in, I knew I'd never leave. This isn't a story about perfect love. It's messy. Intoxicating. Raw. The kind of connection that changes you - whether you're ready or not.

"Count backwards from ten." The words escaped my mouth, echoing off the walls until they hit the old man's ears. He flinched, I could smell the sweat pouring out his pores, along with the shit he just dumped in his slacks. "Ten," He finally spoke once feeling the cold metal in the back of his head. "Nine." He shuddered, whimpering for mercy as I buried deeper. "Eight." However, he did not spoke the words of mercy, the old man knew it was no way of getting out of this, no way of running. "Seven." I took the safety off, the loud click made him whimper even more, shake as if it were Antartica and also sweat as if he were in the middle of the Congo. I, on the other hand, felt nothing. How can you feel anything for someone you only met just five minutes ago? "Si-" The old man didn't finish, I was getting tired of his voice and the smell of shit in the air. His body fell flat, a pool of blood formed quickly- just what I wanted to see. No second kill shot, no time wasted to see if he were actually dead. Quick, fast, and neat.