#everyone wants to be fem or be with someone fem or is attracted to feminine energy or whatever

[burnthoneydrops]

Paper Flowers (b.b. x fem!reader)

pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: classism, anxious/slightly insecure reader, use of "young lady" and feminine descriptors

a/n: the second part of Language of Flowers is here! Thank you so much for all the love on the first part and I hope you enjoy the second one just as much! I set it up to have more parts in the future so if anyone is interested in that, let me know!!

The eyes of the ton were as insufferable as ever. One would have thought that a lady in simpler attire would attract less attention than those in large adornments or hair pieces, but today appeared the opposite indeed. Sure, when you were personally delivering large floral orders to people’s estates, you had eyes on you, but you could ignore them then. Then, you knew you would not be in their line of vision for long and you could rest assured with the guarantee that no one would remember past that moment. Now, however, now you were out walking in your simple attire with a lord. A lord of one of the most illustrious families no less. You had tried to convince Benedict to take the less occupied back roads, but he insisted that his desired destination would be faster reached should you take the main road. Not wanting to make a scene in public, you were left to be made a spectacle. 

The looks you were receiving were not lost on Benedict, but he chose to keep his head up high, nodding and smiling when someone was about to pull an ugly face. Perhaps the ton were weary as to why someone of his status was walking with a working class young lady, but frankly, he was too happy that he had gotten you on this walk in the first place to even consider how wild it might appear on the surface. He nearly reached out to grab your hand when he saw the Cowpers were approaching from the modiste, but realised just in time how much worse the physical affection might be and refrained, choosing to wipe some imaginary dust off of his trousers instead. 

“Something else will catch their attention by morning, do not fret,” he whispered with his head tilted in your direction but looking over your head rather than at you in an effort to look less obvious. 

You had been so caught up in the whirlwind of emotions that were entrapped in him appearing at the shop and your parents sending you away that you had not had the time to think about presentation at all. You had heard girls lamenting to each other about their lacklustre presentations to the Queen and you could imagine that it felt something similar to this. All eyes on you, no one truly seeing you, yet everyone so quick to make a passing judgement. 

“Had I cared about the opinions of others, I would not have asked for your time. But I am here because I care not about them, but about you. Keep your head high, we are almost there,” Benedict whispered once again. While his words were nice, they did little to soothe your anxiety. Nonetheless, you raised your chin up higher, realising you had been staring at the cobblestone more than what was in front of you. You soon found yourself quickly approaching a luscious green field that left you wondering how Benedict had ever found it. It was much closer to the shops than his estate, and with the ton spending most of their months in the country, you questioned how his discovery of this place might have come about. “We have arrived,” Benedict commented with a small smile on his face, waving his arm out to the side in demonstration. 

“However did you find this place?” You questioned. 

“Being a child in a clan of eight means a lot of time to make daring escapes during family shopping trips,” he smiles, mischievous as you ever saw. The smile gives the impression that he looked back on those memories fondly, as you did with memories of you and your sisters. Maybe you had never had big family shopping trips into town, but the moral of the story lies in the bonds strengthened with those you were with. You started to believe you might have more in common than you previously imagined. 

“I figured we could sit and admire the view. Talk for a little, if it suits you,” Benedict looked over at you, gesturing to a place clear of any wandering eyes where you could lean against the sturdy tree trunk and watch the breeze create waves over the pond. 

“It suits me very well,” you nodded, a small smile etching its way onto your face as he sat down first, offering his hand as to assist you in doing the same. 

“I’d say the way the sun hits suits you very nicely as well,” he complimented, “you’re practically glowing”. 

“A fan of flattery are we Mr. Bridgerton?” you asked, teasingly but trying not to show it. 

“Only when I feel it necessary”. 

Though you were promised conversation, Benedict did not want to force it, so the two of you sat in silence, taking in the sights and sounds of this hidden paradise. The silence was not uncomfortable, mind you, but rather a space in which the two of you could gather all of your thoughts. The grass waved to and fro in the light breeze, catching glimmers of sunlight in every direction. It looked as though someone had sprinkled fairy dust and every sparkle was destined to catch your eye. The tree you were leaning on had a small hole in the trunk, and you quickly caught two squirrels dashing in and out of it, dancing on the tree branches above you. 

“This place is-” “I wanted to ask-” you realised you had started speaking at the same time. You nodded at Benedict, silently urging him to continue first. 

“I wanted to ask why you were so adamant about disliking me upon our first visit”. 

You paused. You knew this question was going to appear sooner or later and yet you did not have a precise answer. Not one that felt worthy enough of your anger anyway. It was not unlike you to get an idea stuck in your head and run with it, so unchanging that you had to apologise many a time to family members for such unwavering anger. It always felt silly a few days later, as it did now, to have held onto an unsupported emotion for so long, but you liked admitting your faults just as much as you liked giving Benedict the time of day when you first met. Surely your idea was not so drastic this time, as you had met many men of the ton and of the working class who held women in low regard, instantly annoying you, but you also knew that this time you were angered more because of his brother than because of him. You had just happened to meet him first. 

You decided it would be easier to just tell Benedict as such, and he sat there quietly during your entire speech. He did not interrupt, did not interject, did not even look away while you were explaining. It made you feel even sillier that he was listening so attentively to a situation you grew more and more embarrassed about. Ending your spiel, you placed your head in your hands, leaning your elbows against your knees as to become as small as possible. Benedict was quick to remedy this, gently grabbing your wrist and pulling your arm away from your face. He looked at you with a goofy smile before reaching for an inner pocket in his jacket. 

“So your problem lies not with me, but with my brother?” 

“I do not believe I actually have a problem with any of you. Not a reasonable one anyway; I was merely already agitated and the situation you laid before me sounded so similar to ones I had heard before that I clumped you all together. This is not to dismiss the derogatory nature that men in the ton and of the working class have I just-” 

“I believe I understand,” Benedict cut you off, but only so you would not have to repeat your feelings in order to feel that you had explained them properly. “Now that we are at least a little on the same page, I did not want you to think that I had left you out of my gifting endeavours entirely,” he pulled something out of his inner pocket and you immediately noticed a delicate pale pink ribbon tying little cards together. “I couldn’t entirely fight the urge  to gift flowers, even though you work with them constantly, so I figured some longer lasting ones might be nicer”. He handed you the stack of cards and you gingerly unwrapped the bow from the front in order to get a better look. Now it was Benedict’s turn to become embarrassed, as he feared you may not like or appreciate them. You came from a family of florists, of course it was a low blow to gift you something related to your trade. This was a terrible idea and he should have never- 

“These are…beautiful,” you sighed, shifting through the cards with soft eyes. He had painted multiple flowers with their meanings listed under them in the fashion of miniatures. They were incredibly detailed and gorgeous that you could not imagine the amount of effort it took not only for him to create each flower but find their meaning as well. “You are an artist, I take it”. 

“I…dabble”. 

“Do not be modest Mr. Bridgerton. If this is dabbling I would love to see what your proper art looks like,” you smiled up at him and felt all worry about his gift choices melt away. You liked them and that is all that mattered. 

“My mother is quite well versed in the language of flowers, so I figured I would use what talent I have for you”. 

“My little sister, Abigail, keeps our flower book on her shelf so it is quite nice that now I can have one of my own. No matter how versed one might be, there is always the fear that one might forget, so these will prove quite useful I think.” 

Everything was going perfectly in Benedict’s mind. You liked his gift, you enjoyed the space you were in, you were smiling. You carefully tied the cards back together with the pale ribbon, turning them over and over again in your hand as if you couldn’t believe someone had taken the time to gift you such a thing. In truth you couldn’t; your family were certainly not the wealthiest in England, so gifts were small or hard to come by. They only really happened during holidays and birthdays, but half the time you ended up sharing with your sisters. Not that you were complaining, you loved your sisters dearly and were grateful for anything you received, but being able to have something to call your own was magical. 

A quick glance at Benedict’s pocket watch caused the whole scene to come crashing down, however, as he jumped up and informed you that he was late for a family event. You urged him to go, thanking him for the gift and the time, assuming this would be the end of your time together indefinitely. Benedict seemed to have other ideas. 

“There is a party. Two nights from now and I would love if you would come with me”. 

“Should you not be worried about bringing me?” 

“Whatever for?” Your question seemed lost on him. 

“Bringing someone of a lower status to a ton party would surely cause scandal, would it not?” 

“No, see, this is a party where everyone is invited. All types of people mingling together for an evening, doing whatever the night calls them to do. It is truly wonderful and it would be even more wonderful if you would attend. It would be after shop hours, so you would not have to worry about leaving your family to fend for themselves,” he teased and you laughed, “and I could come pick you up, make sure you arrive safely and all”. 

“If you are sure,” to which Benedict nodded enthusiastically, “then I suppose I shall”. 

His smile grew wide as he lightly grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it before starting the walk in the opposite direction back towards Mayfair. You were still wary of what had taken place, and the promise you just made, but you supposed if one of you was certain enough about it that it would be fine. Or at least you hoped.

people who asked to be tagged: @easybrainrot34, @imgondeletedis, @sublimepenguinpeach-blog

[the-s1lly-corner]

How about Jason with a Jessica Rabbit-coded S/O? Basically someone glamorous, attractive and always dolled up who looks totally out of his league and is able to catch everyone’s eye, but S/O is completely loyal and head over heels for Jason.

Bonus points if there’s ever a situation where Jason is separated from them for a long time, they finally reunite and S/O just peppers Jason’s mask in kisses while telling him how much they missed their big strong man. I want to see this man FLUSTERED while I pepper his mask in kisses and call him CUTE NICKNAMES‼️😤

Idk if you’ve seen Who Framed Roger Rabbit lol

Jason x jessica rabbit!reader

i have not seen who framed roger rabbit, at least not recently enough to remember characters well BUT ive written a few jessica rabbit characters so with that + with your description i think i can tackle this well enough! though prepare for some possible mistakes just in case! notes: reader is gn but they can be viewed as fem presenting as there is mentions of makeup and other stuff thats traditionally feminine, established relationship cws: edit

youre allowed to leave the cabin sometimes for work and other stuff- youve managed to convince him through pure trust and all that... besides, its hard to get the stuff you like (clothes, makeup, product, ect) in the woods!

though as a side thing, i do like the idea of him getting you plants to make natural makeups to try.. very nice and its such a sweet gesture

very anxious the first few times you dip to go work, but you always come back and let him know how your day was

completely melts into you when you return, hes kind of like a dog when you come home

waiting by the door the second he gets the feeling youre about to enter, and hovers you around until you notice him- which doesnt take long!

thinks youre really pretty, like from a movie... he already feels... many things about his own looks, but having you there amplifies those feelings for a while-

youre going to need to reassure him that you love him and its not going to change for anything

loves watching you do your makeup, he doesnt know how to apply it himself but he does pick up on things from watching you

youre smarter than anything, too, and he loves that

it also gives him some peace for when he himself has to leave the cabin to do his job, he knows you wont go out looking for him or do something stupid

and that you can come up with something if an emergency were to happen

brings you stuff that he finds from the messes he makes; stuff that the campers bring

[girlscience]

I just want a wlw ship I can get crazy about. but the worlds they are set in don't ever draw me in. and there's always one character I care significantly less about. and they don't get written in a way I like... and then I just don't. I need a mascxmasc wlw ship set in a really awesome world. where is it????? I need it for my health and I can't find it.

I hate getting into something that has a canon(ish) sapphic couple, but I only end up caring about one of the two women 😭😭😭

[dissapointu]

ur writing is so amazing! u write the characters so well and in so little time! seriously you’re so amazing!! can you write how arcane characters would react to seeing their partner with tattoos and piercing but also wears very feminine clothes? lol im a fem and i have too many tattoos and a nose piercing 😊! i love ur writing and i hope u take care of urself! we all love you!

Thank you so much for your kind words! I’m so glad you enjoy my writing, and I really appreciate you sharing that with me!

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Jinx

Jinx would be absolutely in love with your style! She adores anything that stands out, and your combination of tattoos, piercings, and feminine clothes would make her eyes widen with excitement. She’d want to examine every tattoo closely, asking all sorts of questions—what it means, how it feels, if you can get matching ones. “You’re like a walking masterpiece!” she’d exclaim, running her fingers over your tattoos and being completely in awe. She loves how your look expresses your personality, and it makes her feel even more drawn to you.

She might even get a little possessive, making sure everyone knows you’re hers, but all in good fun. Expect lots of love and playfulness as she showers you with affection.

Vi

Vi would be really impressed and maybe even a little turned on. She’s a bit of a tomboy, but she loves anyone who can rock a style with confidence. Seeing you embrace both feminine clothes and tattoos would make her respect you even more. She loves the way your tattoos look, but she’s equally fond of how the softer clothes contrast with them. She’d probably chuckle and say, “You’re a total badass, and you know it, don’t you?” while running her hands over your tattoos.

She’d definitely show off how proud she is to be with someone who has such a strong, confident style. Expect her to playfully tease you, especially about how you manage to be tough and soft at the same time.

Sevika

Sevika would love your edgy style. She’s a woman who commands respect, and seeing you with tattoos, piercings, and feminine clothes just makes her even more attracted to you. She might admire the way you carry yourself with confidence, not caring what anyone else thinks. Her admiration would be evident in the way she watches you, and she may comment, “You wear your skin like armor, but you still have that softness about you.”

She respects your strength and finds the contrast of your look intriguing—especially if you’re intimidating on the outside but soft with her. She’d definitely hold you close in private, not caring who sees.

Silco

Silco would be both intrigued and impressed. He’s all about control and self-expression, so seeing you balance tattoos, piercings, and feminine clothes in a way that screams confidence would make him admire you even more. He might give you a quiet, approving look and say something like, “You know how to make an impression.” He appreciates strength, and your look tells him you don’t need validation from anyone else to feel powerful.

While he wouldn’t outwardly show it, he’d definitely feel a deep respect for you, and your style would only make him more possessive and protective of you.

Vander

Vander would be charmed and a bit protective, but mostly he’d be filled with pride. He loves the balance you strike between being strong and soft, and your tattoos and piercings only add to your unique beauty. He’d smile warmly and tell you how much he admires your confidence and how you wear your style so naturally. “You’re a beautiful combination of strength and grace,” he’d say, his voice filled with affection.

Expect a lot of sweet compliments and moments where he simply pulls you close, admiring how you carry yourself.

Ekko

Ekko would be all about it. He loves people who express themselves, and your tattoos and piercings only add to how you stand out in a crowd. He’d probably ask a million questions, like, “What’s this one about?” or “Does it hurt?” and maybe even joke about getting matching tattoos with you. He finds your mix of toughness and femininity incredibly appealing.

Expect him to show off how proud he is of you, constantly touching your tattoos or taking little photos of you. He’s into your individuality and admires the fact that you’re unapologetically yourself.

Jayce

Jayce might be a little taken aback at first, especially if he didn’t expect such a strong combination of tattoos and femininity. However, once he sees how effortlessly you carry the look, he’s absolutely smitten. “You look amazing, truly,” he’d say, a little awestruck by how beautifully you manage to blend both worlds. He’s a sucker for elegance, but he also appreciates someone who’s bold enough to be themselves, so your confidence would be a huge turn-on for him.

He might even get inspired by your boldness and ask you if you’d design a tattoo for him.

Viktor

Viktor is the type of person who appreciates uniqueness and personal expression, so seeing you with tattoos, piercings, and wearing feminine clothes would only intrigue him more. He loves the contrast of tough and soft, and the way you balance both in your appearance makes you even more captivating to him.

He’d ask about the stories behind your tattoos and piercings, genuinely fascinated by the meanings behind each one. Viktor respects individuality, and your confidence in your style would only draw him closer to you.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn would absolutely love your style. She’s elegant and refined, so seeing you blend femininity with tattoos and piercings would make her respect you even more. She’s all about self-expression and would adore how you use your appearance to make a statement. Caitlyn would likely compliment you frequently, saying things like, “You’re a work of art,” or “I love how you make that look so effortless.”

She’d also be protective of you, not letting anyone make rude comments about your appearance. She’s proud to have someone so unique and beautiful by her side.

Mel Medarda

Mel would be fascinated by your style. She appreciates power and confidence, and your tattoos and piercings tell her that you know exactly who you are. She’d love how you’ve curated such an intricate, bold look and how it pairs so well with the softness of your feminine clothes. Mel would often compliment you, saying, “You’re a vision of both strength and elegance,” or something to that effect.

She’d love how your individuality shines through and would always support you in embracing your own sense of style.

Ambessa Medarda

Ambessa would be impressed. She’s used to commanding respect, and your tattoos and piercings would immediately catch her attention. She admires strength and doesn’t shy away from showing it, so seeing you carry yourself with such confidence would only deepen her respect for you. Ambessa might quietly observe you for a while, but when she speaks, she’d make sure you know how much she admires you. “There’s power in your appearance, a statement in every detail,” she’d say.

Her attraction would be deep, knowing that you’re someone who is not afraid to express yourself—physically and emotionally.

Maddie Nolen

Maddie would be immediately impressed by your boldness. She’s used to the power dynamics in Arcane, so your ability to balance femininity with tattoos and piercings would strike a chord with her. She’d admire how you embrace your unique style and carry it with grace. “You’re the perfect mix of beauty and strength,” she’d say, thoroughly enchanted by the way you rock your look.

She’d love being seen with you, proud to be with someone who isn’t afraid to stand out.

Lest

Lest would adore your combination of tattoos, piercings, and feminine clothes. They have a soft spot for those who embrace their identity fully, and you do just that. She would be deeply fascinated by the meaning behind each tattoo and would always take time to admire your piercings. Lest would also love that you can wear feminine clothing while still owning your tough look, making her feel incredibly proud to be with you. She might even give you a compliment like, “You’ve got the kind of beauty that stays with people.”

I hope you love how I wrote each of the characters’ reactions! Thank you again for your kind words 💖

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Hi there! Could I please request some hcs with Tenjiku? Where reader has like this yk2 grunge/alt OR the goth style of clothing if ykwim? And, because of this style reader has, they draw a lot of attention to themselves and because they are pretty too ofc, hehe😈

It's like the exact opposite to the hyper feminine, pink coquette style!reader you did recently on another hcs. I hope you understood what I meant because english is not my first language... 🤧🫶🫶

Tenjiku x Y2K Grunge!Reader

♡ SFW, suggestive, fem reader, fluff, jealousy, flirting, reader gets hit on a lot, reader attracts attention ♡

note: thanks for requesting anon and don't worry I understood ya perfectly 🩷

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Izana

🎴 Gets you a pair of earrings that match his, he needs everyone to know you're together

🎴 Super possessive over you and will absolutely roundhouse kick the shit out of someone if they flirt with you

🎴 Does your makeup for you, probably steals your boots too because they make him look taller

Kakucho

🩷 A fan of all of your outfits, thinks your style is very chill and fits you well

🩷 Especially loves when you wear baggy clothes because he thinks you're prettiest when you're comfy

🩷 Won't threaten anybody if they look at you, but definitely gives them a polite warning look (he deadass gives them death stares but he swears he didn't)

Ran

💜 Always threatening people in public for looking at you (he can't blame them though because he be looking too)

💜 Makes jokes about bondage when he sees you decked out in more than one belt

💜 Matches jewelry with you and really wants to get matching tattoos

Rindou

🩵 Doesn't understand why you drown yourself in accessories but he can't deny it's cute

🩵 Loves when you wear skirts, especially denim ones with intricate stitching

🩵 Gives people side eyes when they look at you, he knows you're beautiful but he also knows that they see his damn arm around your waist

Mucho

🔷 Loves when you wear oversized t-shirts, it reminds him of how cute and tiny you are, he'll even offer up his own shirts for you to wear

🔷 Won't hesitate to rock someone in their jaw for looking at you for too long

🔷 Buys you a bunch of jewelry and chains for you to hook on your pants, he got you dripped tf out for real

Mochi

🍡 Obsessed with the fishnets that you wear, whether it be stockings or a shirt, he's here for it

🍡 Puts people in headlocks for hitting on you and only lets go when you tell him to

🍡 Loves how you look in a crop top, he thinks your tummy looks cute (he pinches you nonstop too)

Shion

🖤 Y'all are that one hot grunge couple honestly, he's in love with the way you dress and wants to match constantly

🖤 Makes you walk ahead of him when you're out so you don't see him beating the shit out of somebody for looking at you

🖤 He especially loves the big boots you wear, just a normal amount though he totally doesn't want you to step on him or anything weird like that

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[tfyoulookingatgiuxs]

Hello!

Could you possibly do a cute opposites attract for Billy Hargrove? Not like a nerd reader, more like a flower child in a way. I think the idea would be very cute and funny.

I hope you have a great day!

•Interesting. I've never written something like this but I'm determined to be happy to try. In any case, I am ready to satisfy your request again. I want to point out how the word "flower child" stuck in my mind, making the reader a true flower child, in the literary sense. I hope you like it!

Sunflower

Billy Hargrove x FlowerChild!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: The late warm spring afternoon in Hawkins looked spectacular. The flowers were blooming and the sweet breeze touched you making you feel like you were in a fairy tale. But the day had other plans in mind for you and you never thought you would find him.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Fluff, slight angst? fem!reader, no use of Y/N, your surname is Williams, bad language, opposite attract, sigarettes, daddy issue.

𝐀/𝐍: Request from @unamused-boss ,I hope I have satisfied your request! I apologize for any errors and I also hope that I have exceeded your expectations. Sorry for my english this is not my native language. Please support and reblog! Hope you enjoy this one. (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

It was a late afternoon in Hawkins. Spring had just begun and the flowers had just bloomed, coloring an isolated part of the forest forgotten by everyone. It was like an enchanted place, you had to go through the woods to get there but you didn't mind walking a bit. It felt like a real paradise, it was like your secret place. No one could get there, only you knew how to get in and you knew how to get out.

Every day after school you go there. School could be hard and going there among the greenery and flowers made you happy and let your emotions shine through.

The flowers that surrounded you were all sunflowers, a truly infinite field, with the presence of a few daisies.

You had always been a girl with elegant feminine tastes, high grades but also a strong and difficult character. Nothing could make you happier than nature and flowers in general. You had a nice green thumb, you knew how to grow and plant. This is due to the fact that your uncle worked for a long time in the countryside and when you went to visit him for the holidays there was always something new to learn.

Today you headed there once again, full of happiness. The sun warmed you as you walked through the green tall grass. You sat down, letting the fresh air and surrounding sounds carry you away. The wind, the birds singing..."Holy shit!" you heard in the distance. You reopened your eyes in confusion and saw something you never expected to see. Someone had managed to get to your secret place. The worst thing? It was Billy Hargrove.

Billy Hargrove was a boy who went to the same school as you, he was lazy, didn't work hard at school and only thought about having fun and going to parties drinking like crazy. Besides this, he was also a very attractive boy, with long blond curls and crystal blue eyes and a nice physique. In short, aesthetically he was very handsome, you couldn't deny it, but otherwise he wasn't really your type, he was your opposite, you couldn't hope to get along with him.

You hadn't spoken to him much, you had only tutored him last year to help him with his grades. Needless to say, he tried to persuade you by convincing you to do his homework but luckily you were smarter than him. Now he had improved, but it was clear that he didn't want to study or think about his future.

From the way he was fidgeting you could tell he got lost "Hey!" He screamed as soon as he saw you, most likely he didn't recognize you. You stood up from where you were sitting as the skirt of your white dress fluttered. Billy looked at your figure, you were more enchanting than ever and perhaps he had never noticed it until now. You got closer and Billy did the same thing. "Look who's here, Williams." he said sarcastically "Nice to see you Hargorve" you also added a note of sarcasm but still keeping a certain lightness in your words "You can call me Billy" he winked at you and you rolled your eyes.

To be clear. You don't hate him. You know he was teasing you and obviously you didn't get carried away by his games. He was just different and as much as you might hope for redemption from him, you had to accept the fact that Billy Hargorve was the same old bad boy who will never change, and that everything good he had is gone.

"Did you get lost by any chance?" You asked looking at the field and he took a cigarette out of his pocket and you ignored him "What do you say? Do you think I'm a guy who loves remote places?" He looked at you with an obvious look as he lit his cigarette. The nauseating smell of tobacco pervaded you while with one hand you tried to get rid of the bad smell "No, but apparently you love the woods. In short, to come here you have to go through the woods, so excuse me if I ask you, but what do were you doing there?" Billy didn't answer you for a moment, he could have said "it's none of your business" or "Don't mind any fucking business that doesn't concern you Williams" in a more vulgar way, but he didn't. Even though he could be harsh, he wasn't that bad after all and it wasn't appropriate to use such forced language in front of a damsel.

"I was... walking" he didn't add anything else while his curls fluttered a little from here to there. From his tone you felt like he wanted to tell you something, but he decided not to. Maybe he had a rough day? Or maybe he's just in a bad mood? You've started to speculate. Although curious about what that walk meant, you decided not to say anything else and responded with a simple "Okay" and then silence fell.

"And you? Why are you here? Is the little damsel lost too?" You crossed your arms at his typical womanizer nickname "Oh no. I'm not lost. I come here often" He raised an eyebrow as he blew smoke from his plump lips "Why? What's great about being here looking at nothing?" You laughed slightly "You can't look at anything! Being here relaxes me and helps me to... detach myself from reality" you said the last words with a sense of sadness.

Life could be really mean and even cruel, and the worst thing is when you have no one to ask for help. When you think that nothing can help you get up and move forward, but in the end you understand that even something abstract or something concrete like an object, or anything that is not human can help you in your difficulties. Yours was nature, this secret place of yours that you wished you had discovered sooner. Few perhaps couldn't understand what you find so beautiful in plants or landscapes, and honestly not even you could explain it. Billy, on the other hand, remained silent and looked at you and then threw his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his foot "Nonsense, you can't detach yourself from reality" his tone was serious and you looked at his features, he was angry? No. He was injured.

"As much as you try, reality is always there, you can't ignore it, much less detach yourself from it..." he continued and then he met your eyes and let out a cough "...so, Here. I find it difficult to understand what you find here Williams, maybe you're strange" he finished the sentence as if nothing had happened, as if what he had said before didn't matter. You approached him and Billy looked at you carefully "Can't you? Or maybe you don't want to?" Hargrove looked at you as if shocked "From the way you speak it's as if you want to detach yourself from reality, but you decide not to, is it perhaps because you're more worried about what happens in reality? As if every little distraction could cause something bad than not can you ignore it?" At that moment, a face never known to you formed on the face of the boy with golden curls, a different Billy you had never seen before. It was like vulnerable...

“I'm sorry, maybe this makes you uncomfortable.” You panicked. You hadn't even realized your words let alone that maybe it might make Billy uncomfortable in some way. You tried to compose yourself and walked away, changing the subject "Now I can take you back out of the woods, I know the way to-"

“My father” you were interrupted by his voice which now seemed to have taken on a different tone “What?”

"My father i can't ignore." You didn't say anything, letting him continue "I always tried to think about other things, maybe focusing on going out for parties or going to basketball games. But when I did that, my father made my life even worse, making it total shit" the wind blew was lowered and Billy in the meantime leaned with his back on a nearby tree "You're right when you say that 'I would like to detach myself from reality but I can't' because I realized that I can't do it..." his words were so genuine, so sincere, but at the same time so suffering. It was as if the Billy you knew wasn't there. They weren't his words, yet they came out of his mouth.

Instinctively you placed your light hand on his forearm and he looked back into your eyes "It's never too late to try again Billy. Don't let just one person ruin you, because then you'll end up regretting it" you replied and then you smiled. He wasn't convinced, but you were willing to let him know. You gently grabbed his hand and he let you do it, as if he was enchanted by your touch "Come with me" you said and together you walked through what was the field of sunflowers.

"You know, the first time I ended up here I thought how the day couldn't get any worse. I was lost too. But I don't think I found a better place to be" the blue-eyed boy looked around and he was like carefree "Here you don't have to fear anything, here you are safe and not even your father can hurt you" you reassured him and your hands melted. Hargrove continued to remain silent and then sat up enjoying the wind caressing his face and simply nodded.

"Can I tell you something Williams?" You nodded "Sure" he got up and took a sunflower and cut off the stem. You felt bad when the flowers were pulled down but you decided not to say anything. He looked at it carefully and then glanced at you "You like flowers right?" You nodded again "So much" Billy continued to stare at you and then with his free hand he placed a lock of your hair behind your ear, placing the flower in the same place "Then you will know what the sunflower means" your cheeks turned red admiring Billy's face with enchantment "I'll give it to you, it suits you" your heart stopped beating for a moment when the boy with golden curls smiled at you and then walked away.

You watched his figure. The sunflower symbolized the sun, therefore the light of life. When you gave a sunflower to a person it was to tell them how sunny and cheerful they are. You didn't think Billy was capable of such a gesture or even that he knew the meaning of the flower. Apparently you didn't know Billy Hargrove for all intents and purposes.

What was it you said? "As much as you could hope for redemption from him, did you have to accept the fact that Billy Hargorve was the usual bad boy who will never change, and that everything good he had was lost?" It turns out you were very wrong.

"So, will you help me out of the woods or not?" He turned around noticing that you weren't following him "Yes" You shook your head coming back to earth "You must not tell anyone what I told you, I would like it to stay between us, clear Williams?" You nodded, laughing.

From that day on you began to see Billy Hargrove with different eyes.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hi, I really like your posts, thank you so much for deciding to share them with us! 1. What do you think about fem! Harry? What changes do you think would have occurred in his character if he had been born a girl? how would he have grown up and changed after the war? 2. What do you think, what changes in character and worldview could happen to Canon! Harry after the war?Sorry for my language, English is not my native language.

Thank you so much! 🥰

I mean, the first thing that is likely to change is the Dursleys treatment. Keeping in mind the story's context, and that it takes place in the 90s we can expect this hypothetical female Harry would have different experiences growing up.

For example, Dudley is probably not going to be encouraged as much to pick on girl!Harry and his friends probably won't be that interested in bothering her either. Because little boys think girls are icky and they won't punch a girl. Girl!Harry is also likely to look more like Lily, which could make Petunia's treatment worse or better (depends on your outlook. I think Petunia would rather not see this miniature Lily at all, so girl!Harry probably would be left alone and ignored more often than put to work on chorse becouse Petunia won't be able to stand the sight of her sister).

People in Private Drive would also treat her differently. Girls tend to be thought of as gentler, but she still won't be liked. Like, Petunia would definitely tell everyone this Harry is just lying for attention and lives in her little imaginary world (they still tell Aunt Marge she goes to St. Agnes School for Misbehaving Girls or something). Also, as the Dursleys want their household to be as normal as can be, I doubt they'd let a little girl walk around in Dudley's old clothes. She'd probably instead wear Petunia's old clothes, which would still not look her size, but she'd look less like a punk and more like someone shopping for vintage clothes.

I still think she'd have a miserable, lonely time at the Dursleys with her only friends being the spiders in the cupboard, but she'd probably suffer fewer injuries growing up. The periods of starvation would still be there, and while Dudley and his gang are less likely to chase after a female version of Harry, Vernon would likely still handle her roughly, so she'd still learn how to duck.

Upon arriving at school, assuming Hagrid still takes her to Diagon Alley on the same day, girl!Harry would still ask not to be in Slytherin and get sorted into Gryffindor.

Since Harry mirrors people around him to appear as normal as possible in the books, he takes Ron as his main behavioral template. As a girl, this female version of Harry would likely pick Lavender or Praviti (Hermione is being ridiculed, so I don't think she'd pick someone ostracized).

But she'd still likely sit with Ron on the train, so, there are multiple avenues open here. I think female Harry would still be friends with Ron and Hermione, eventually. Girl!Harry would probably befriend Hermione earlier actually, since she'd feel sorry for her and see more of Hermione's loneliness. Because she'd be just as kind as canon Harry.

But I see this Harry getting along more with Lavender and Praviti, especially in the beginning of first year.

As this Harry still befriends Ron and the Weasleys, she'd probably eventually date Ron (is she actually attracted to him, or is she a lesbian and is projecting would depend on the writer's choice). But I think Rarry is where this is going.

Also, her name would be different. I mean, Harry James Potter is named after Henry Potter (his great grandpa) and his own father James. (I like the headcanon that Lily's father was also named Harry or another name that could be shortened to Harry), so a female Harry would likely not be named Harriet or something like that but a feminine family name. So, She will probably be Euphemia Lily Potter or something like that.

(Personally, I'm not very interested in female Harry stories, but go and write whatever you want and have fun!)

[alaina-starling]

“Y/n do you want to talk to him?”

~ You’re just so pretty. ~

[Han Jisung x Fem!Reader]

scene: everyone seems to be attracted to jisung, shamelessly throwing themselves at him despite the fact that you two are a couple

genre: angst with comfort😔🫶🏼💪🏼

warning: swearing, jealous reader, mentions of body insecurities, two day ghosting

note: (non!idol au, university au) so I think this is so scattered because my thoughts are all over the place but I will get to editing it later tonight. go through contacts are basically the people in your contacts who can bypass the ‘do not disturb’ and have notifs of their chats despite dnd being on.

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They aren’t even trying to hide it anymore, they love your boyfriend. And your boyfriend couldn’t care less.

The girl is practically throwing herself at him, her finger twirling her blonde hair while the other squeezes his biceps. She’s so close to him she might as well be the air he breathes.

Jisung on the other hand, doesn’t do anything. He laughs at her attempt to flatter him, compliments about his muscles, his face, his whole fucking being. He is beyond amused at how these girls try to be his.

He smiles at the sight of you, ignoring the murderous look you have for the scene in front of you. “Baby! You’re back, finally.” He beams excitedly, like a squirrel with an acorn.

You smile back, glancing at the girl who still has her hand on your boyfriend. She rolls her eyes, trotting back to her friends. You finally feel the air become light again.

“Hi sweetheart, what were you doing?” You ask, sitting on his lap.

His hands instinctively hold you close, one wraps around you waist the other on your thigh. “Was gonna study but these girls kind of pushed their friend on me, I’m so glad you’re here now.” Your boyfriend explains, before kissing you on the cheek. “Are you ready for finals?” He queries, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

~•~

The finals are a day away and you can’t rest, overwhelmed by the thought of your boyfriend cheating on you. You don’t think he would do that, you trust him. But, he’s just so pretty. Girls naturally flock around him like birds to bread.

Why did he choose you? When there are much prettier, skinnier, paler, taller girls than you.

The (toxic) girls around you can tell you’re nothing but garbage compared to them, they know it well, so well that they hit on Jisung even when you’re together. Shamelessly accidentally tripping and making him help them, and his kind heart actually leaving your side to help the fallen lady.

Just a few minutes ago, you were happily chatting with him when a girl about 5 inches taller than you, brunette, and more fit than you are approached him. You thought it would be like the others, he’d say thank you to the compliments and go back to you.

But instead, you have to witness him fawn over this woman you don’t even know. He doesn’t even bother introduce the two of you.

“So how have you been?” Her squeaky voice just annoying you, drilling into your head how everyone is so much more feminine than you.

And you will never be good enough for Jisung.

“I’ve been good!” He returns the same enthusiasm she has, not bothered by her finger tracing shit on his chest.

“Jisung-“

“Hold on, baby. I’m talking to someone.” He cuts you off, not even sparing you a glance. He just continues to flirt with this woman as if you aren’t there.

Well alright, you’ll just make it reality.

You pick up your things, placing it all in you bag then standing up to leave the cafeteria. The place is buzzing loudly in your ear, not helping the hate thoughts consuming you.

When you find a secluded place in the study hall, you settle down. Your bag dropping beside you.

You plug your earphones in, turning the volume up so it’s the only thing you can hear.

~•~

It’s been 2 days since the brunette incident and you’ve been trying your best to avoid Jisung. Not wanting to talk or hear his voice again. Even going to the extent of muting his texts and taking him off your ‘go through’ contacts.

Those two days have been the most peaceful ones since you got into a relationship 5 years ago. No noisy fangirls or fanboys, not a cellphone pinging with notifications. Just silence and rest.

You got through the finals, confident you would pass them with flying colors.

You admire the setting sun, the waves giving you wonderful white noise and it almost sounds like Jisung and his friend?

“You know I’m happy for you.” His friend exclaims, when he notices Jisung’s confused face he mentions you. “I never really liked Y/n, seemed controlling and shit. Besides, Chae-eun is hotter.” He chides, kicking a rock in the way.

You frown angrily, quietly standing up from your spot on the sand. You don’t want to hear Jisung’s reply, it’s not worth the heartbreak you haven’t prepared yourself for.

“Shit, bro is that Y/n?” He gulps, afraid you’ve heard him.

You start walking faster, almost running at that point. You’re so far that you don’t hear Jisung disapproving his friend’s remarks about you, quipping about how perfect you are.

~•~

*tuk tuk tuk*

The sound of knocking from your front door resonating to the kitchen where you’re cooking. “Minho? Did you lose your key?” You shout, rushing to the door not caring to peek in the peephole. “Minho-“

“Y/n, please let me explain.” Jisung pleads, visibly tired and worn out. The two days having the opposite effect on him than what it did to you.

He opens his mouth but is interrupted by Minho, your best friend’s hand on you boyfriend’s shoulder in a warning manner. “Y/n, do you want to talk to him?” Minho questions, giving you a comforting nod, as if to say I’ll kick his ass if you don’t want to.

“Yeah, I do. Thanks, Min. You can go inside.” You opened the door wider and he brushes past your boyfriend.

Jisung sighs in relief, and you walk with him to the park where he explains everything. Chae-eun being a childhood bestfriend from his hometown (but he’ll distance himself if you want him to), the boy who insulted you being scolded by Jisung, and him constantly reassuring you between his explanations that you are the only one for him.

“I promise, Y/n. You are the most perfect girl I’ve ever met. You are mine and I intend to keep it that way, you and only you.” He clarifies, tilting your head to look at him. “I’m sorry for pushing you away and making you jealous. I don’t do it on purpose.” He continues, giving you comforting squeezes to the hand.

You start to tear up, relived you’ve finally talked it out. “You’re just so pretty.” You murmur, “everyone who looks at you falls in love.” you blubber.

Despite all your insecurities he stays with you and reassures you with never ending patience.

After calming down you two walk back to your apartment where Minho is fast asleep like a cat on the couch, the table is full of food and your favorite show is paused on the tv.

You smile, waking him up and beckoning him to eat.

The night ending your two day long span of not talking to your beloved.

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[campgender]

In sexuality as in image, the 1950s community exerted strong pressure for consistent butch-fem role behavior. It had little tolerance for those lesbians whose sexual behavior was not consistently butch or fem. Such people were considered “ki-ki” (neither-nor), or more infrequently “AC/DC,” both pejorative labels imposed by the community. Not everyone in the community remembers such terminology, but all recall that those who regularly switched roles elicited negative comments and were the butt of jokes.

“They used to make little wise cracks… you know, like, ‘Well I wonder which way she’s gonna go tonight.’ Little smirks like that. ‘Oh I see she’s playing fem this week,’ or ‘Oh she’s playing the big bad butch this week.’… But to be very honest with you, [the person I told you about] that’s really about the only one that I knew that was like that back then, and is like that today.… She’s still like that. And I told her, I said ‘Hey, your time has finally come.’… I says, ‘You’re right in the ball park now, kiddo.’” (Sandy)

From the perspective of the 1990s, in which mutuality in lovemaking and the absence of roles are emphasized as positive qualities, it is important to clarify that ki-ki did not refer to an abandonment of role-defined sex, but rather to a shifting of sexual posture depending upon one’s bed partner. It was thus firmly grounded in role playing. This culture could not imagine people without roles. Matty, in fact, defines ki-ki as “double role playing,” and looks at it with much more sympathy today than she did formerly.

“Yeah, they called them neither-nor, ki-ki. You find that now too, double role playing, that’s all it is actually.… See, it isn’t that they don’t want to make a choice, it’s that they’re leaving themselves open to the occasion of whomever might come in that they could play either role. It isn’t that they don’t know what they are.… They don’t want to pin any one thing on themselves for fear if they pin ‘feminine’ on themselves if they become attracted to a feminine girl, well that girl won’t bother, you know. And I think that’s the way it should be, you should be able to play either role.… ’Course I didn’t know too many people back then that didn’t play a role, there weren’t that many when I came out.… But looking back now, if I knew then everything I know now that’s the way I would have been when I came out.”

The negative reactions in the 1950s to those who were ki-ki stem from the fact that such people disrupted the butch-fem social order. Those who maintained their roles felt that their own identities and reputations were threatened. Sandy remembers how she used to hate it if someone she was with became butch in another relationship. She didn’t want others to think that she was fem. “I knew women who didn’t know their role. I was with some when they were fems. When they came out butch, I didn’t want anyone to get the idea that I rolled over.” She explains that butches experienced this kind of role-changing as a personal betrayal. “You showed someone you cared. You let your defenses down, and then they switch roles and you feel betrayed.”

from Boots of Leather, Slippers of Gold: The History of a Lesbian Community by Elizabeth Lapovsky Kennedy & Madeline D. Davis (1994)

[godlytemperance]

npmd headcanons because my brain is rotted <3 <3

heehee hoohoo i am rotating the entirety of hatchetfield in my brain

im updating this as i think of more stuff so bear with me if this gets stupidly long

richie has audhd. i know this because he is me i am him we are EACH OTHER /j

ruth and richie met in the anime section of barnes and noble in middle school and nearly screamed when they realized they were going to the same high school later on

steph is lactose intolerant and is not brave about it ever. tries to share a hot chocolate with pete and spends the next three hours miserable

grace is doomed to kill in every timeline but it can be prevented by her best friends keeping her too occupied with mundane nonsense for her to find a gun

richie has so much tboy cringe energy. that man kins sasuke you cannot tell me i'm wrong

i have hit them all with my transgender and gay beam >:3c they're the friend group that hit their gender and sexuality realizations in waves. someone's egg cracked first (richie) and it set off a chain reaction

pete is genderfluid and usually presents masc (he/they)

bi with no strong preference either way

only recently began to dabble with femininity in his gender presentation

steph is gnc transmasc (he/she, used interchangeably)

bi with a masc preference

no matter who you are, if you have a crush on steph, you're gay. them's the rules pal

richie is transmasc (he/it)

aroace spectrum! he's demi on both ends, fluctuates pretty often.

somehow incredibly perceptive to romance unless it directly involves him, then he's as dense as a brick

ruth is a girlthing because she's swag like that (she/it/they)

pan with a fem preference

her preferred type is pathetic mascs and intimidating fems

grace is fem-presenting nonbinary (she/they)

formerly closeted lesbian

had the WORST case of comphet until she realized she didn't necessarily have to be attracted to MEN to be attracted to masculinity :3

max is transfem (she/he)

she's a butch lesbian!!! she doesn't feel pressured to be hyper-feminine after realizing she's trans, because she's already pretty happy with her outward presentation

saw all her new friends going through their various gender and sexuality realizations and is just "i hope this doesn't awaken anything in me :)" (it did)

OH also paul is richie's uncle! richie's dad is paul's older brother. they don't interact much but it is literally Autism to Autism

if the group were to fall victim to any of the Lords in Black, it'd probably be as follows:

max - wiggly. rage hatred biting nightmare nightmare >:3

steph - nibbly. he's got the closest ties to the CotSC and also we need more nibbly rep

pete - tinky. duh. probs gets trapped in the box in timelines where steph dies before him and he desperately wants to bring her back

richie - blinky. idk it's just vibes to me. he seems like the kind of guy to go nuts for eye symbolism

ruth - pokey. she's a theater kid and i think that pokey would have a field day shoving her into the fucked up and evil spotlight

grace - all of them. they take turns babysitting her in various timelines. she is their favorite child

richie 100% uses anime terminology to describe normal ass situations. he calls steph a tsundere once and steph has to act like her world wasn't just shifted two inches to the left for the rest of the day

oh also in redemption timelines they have movie / bingewatch nights!! they cycle between everyone's favorite shows or films. it's the best part of their week every single time

max was cast as a leading role the one and only time she ever auditioned for theater and it freaked her out so much that she declined the role

richie's hair is Like That because he tried to get the cool anime spiky hairstyle to work for him (it didn't) (he doesn't realize this until college)

pete was a greek mythology girlie i just know this. something about him screams "i read percy jackson way too much as a kid"

also grace hand embroiders all her clothes as a hobby! (this is semi-canon, since she has embroidered strawberries on the cuffs of her jeans in the show)

the first time steph smoked ouid, he made the mistake of using cbd oil and a pipe at the same time. man was in SPACE

all of them are poly with each other but at different levels:

steph and pete are Dating dating. so are max and grace. wholesome yaoi VS toxic yuri

ruth and steph are almost definitely "best friends" in the historical sense

richie and ruth are qpp. if they were both 100% straight they'd probably be the most annoying couple in the world

pete and richie kiss sometimes but its genuinely platonic for them. just bros being bros

ruth and pete are friends to ??? to lovers to friends who cuddle sometimes

richie and steph are polar opposites but they love each other to death. black cat and orange cat kind of relationship

max and grace barely intersect with the nerds but they still consider all four of them to be part of their weird situationship

(grace definitely experimented with all four of them, with max's permission. just to be Sure. y'know.)

max is doing her best to make amends with the nerds but it is very slow going. she has gotten to casual fistbump level with them though!

the nerds usually just look at max and grace from the sidelines like they're watching two wild beasts circling each other in their enclosure. their flirting is NOT rated pg

richie unintentionally dropped the fact that he has a fursuit - a timberwolf, because i'm projecting - and ended up helping everyone design their fursonas. pete is a traditional chimera (goat, snake, and lion), steph is a plain black cat, ruth is a flemish giant rabbit (she did research), grace is a sheep, and max is a checkered-tail nighthawk.

any time that the group gets spam calls, all they have to do is hand the phone to ruth and they get taken off the lists the moment she speaks. ruth was frustrated by it at first but it became a game of "how many companies can i inconvenience before they stop calling hatchetfield numbers entirely"

steph braided pete's hair once and he damn near proposed on the spot

ruth knows how to sew (from doing tech) and helps teach max how to mend her clothes! max ends up being really good at it! she goes on to teach the entire football team how to fix their uniforms and ruth ends up being the honorary team favorite for at least a year

im taking jon matteson's "richie should have blue hair in a movie version of NPMD" and fucking sprinting with it. he dyes his hair at least once a year and it's a wildly different color every time

ruth is the kind of gal to love games with lots of violence because it makes her feel like a badass vigilante (she can barely do a push-up in real life) (just like me)

steph is deeply afraid of large bodies of water. major L on his part seeing as he lives on a fucking island

bouncing off of the above hc, pete's afraid of planes. these two can't travel out of hatchetfield without one of them nearly shaking out of their own skin

max doesn't actually like football that much. she's REALLY good at it, yeah, but she'd prefer to play most other sports even if she isn't good at them! she likes the challenge of doing something she won't automatically win!

grace probably writes lists of things to keep everything in order. she's got lists of all her favorite foods, a checklist of daily chores, etc etc (it's also because she's got undiagnosed autism and she functions better when she has a Routine)

no matter what, pete will always stop and talk to the homeless man downtown. he doesn't really know why, though. (ted wishes he could say something to pete, but he never does. best to keep him at arms length.)

ruth really really really reeaaaally wants to cosplay but she's nervous that she'll be deemed as the "cringy weirdo" by other con-goers. she eventually admits this to richie, who rallies the group into a group cosplay for moral support

it takes a lot of debate for them to find a fandom they all want to cosplay from. they settled on FNAF, specifically security breach bc it's Timely (they go to the con in 2022)

pete is glamrock freddy, steph is monty, ruth is glamrock chica, and max is roxy!

richie was glamrock bonnie and he gets so mad when the official design comes out a year later bc it was completely different than what he imagined

grace eventually agrees to dress up as vanessa (she never played the games) (she thinks the pizzaplex is a real animatronic mall) (everyone they meet thinks she's method acting)

they end up crashing at ruth's place absolutely DRAINED. they all have imprints on their arms from carrying around an absurd amount of merch. pete nearly started a fistfight in the parking lot with a bakugo cosplayer. max nearly finished it.

they all agreed that it was one of the best things they've ever done and also to Never Do It Again

richie had a brief phase where he was obsessed with black butler and he regrets it to this day

grace and max both have scary dog energy but in different directions. max (post-transition) looks really intimidating at first glance but she's got golden retriever energy. grace will stare at you with the scariest fucking eyes if you're mean to retail employees

steph has always wanted a pet, but her dad never allowed it. when he moves out and gets an apartment with the nerds, they all agree to rescue a pair of bonded cats for his birthday. steph doesn't stop crying for at least an hour

steph and pete named one of the cats, while ruth and richie picked the other one's name.

Mittens is the Lautski baby, a black and white girlie who is incapable of mischief. she's like the disney ideal of a cat. she's a cuddle monster and will be so sad if you have to get up and do things without her

ruth and richie are the proud coparents of Sir Jotaro Gooberton (the Third). he is the most stupid tabby you will ever meet in your life and he has made the crime rate in the household go up tenfold.

a very common Lautski date night is going to the candle section of walmart and just sniffing every single one of those bad boys until they get a headache

[bijouxcarys]

Spotlight (Robert Plant x fem!OC)

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Description: Robert Plant has been pining over Mallory Jackson for more than a year now, admiring her from afar, as many around the world did. But on the night of his Shaken 'N' Stirred release party in New York, he finds out just how much the pining is reciprocated…

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1980s Britain. A time teeming with unemployment, depression, inflation, and political instability. Regular folk made do with the circumstances they found themselves in, and stars laid down their egos in support of those who made them who they were. Little boys wanted to be Indiana Jones, and little girls pined for their pop star fantasy. And every teenager sought for an escape from the pressures of knowing their carefree years were rapidly coming to an end.

Husbands worked endless hours, housewives worked to maintain a semblance of balance. And within each of these homes, under layers of unpaid bills and rent, sat the one form of media everyone could enjoy, afford, and revisit.

Magazines.

Feminine faces plastered on cover after cover, all with different stories, different styles… maybe one day that little girl could look like that, or that teenager would be able to attract someone as ethereal to marry.

A model’s world is not just about her hair, her eyes, or her body. It’s the very essence she possesses. It seeps through the glossy paper, and speaks to you, captivates you... If she’s talented enough. 

And those talented enough were lucky enough to enjoy the subsequent luxury of being a star.

Mallory had laboured in her desire for success. For fame. Just the word alone was enough to set her soul ablaze. She studied her own reflection for hours on end to perfect her movements; where to place her hands, which angle to tilt her head in, how wide her eyes should be. By 17, she’d suffered a dozen rejection letters, but it only fuelled her further. 

She would not stop until she had the best of the best. Until she was the best of the best.

That came at 20, when a chance encounter at a coffee shop led her to becoming a featured face throughout the August 1983 edition of Elle magazine. With time, people started to compare her to the likes of Elizabeth Taylor with a Brooke Shields oddity. 

By her 21st birthday, she’d become the face of i-D, Harper’s Bazaar, and Vogue. She’s garnered the attention of many, including the powerful Hugh Hefner of Playboy, and whichever big-time artist found themselves in need of a pretty face with long legs and a stern work ethic.

Amongst those big-time artists infiltrating the charts and taking advantage of the skyrocketing commercialism, laid the has-beens of the 60s and 70s, approaching middle-age and desperate to adopt modern styles, trends, and sentiments. A whole new generation, a whole new audience to win over—to remind that they were once akin to a God.

Yet, lurking in the shadows of modern pop, those with the desire to evolve as artists went about their lives, steadily adapting to the new era. 

Robert Plant embodied the latter, and was terrified of the former.

He welcomed the 80s with open arms, though he didn’t have much of a choice. Something had to change. And it did. Between the separation of Zeppelin, and later his wife of 15 years, Robert embraced his new life. He enjoyed his solo career, cherishing every experience and endeavour.

Not one to turn his nose up at the ever changing landscape of entertainment, he chose to live it.

Savour everything it had to offer, earthly pleasures and all.

Happy with the moderate following his solo career had garnered, and therefore the buzz surrounding his newest venture Shaken ‘N’ Stirred, Robert did what he did best and celebrated in style.

Of course, he recognised her from across the room, his release party in full swing. He wasn’t immune to stumbling across certain magazines, and the occasional advertisement in Piccadilly Circus, that had the lovely Mallory’s face plastered all over. Even from afar, through the gaps between each bustling attendee, she surpassed any expectation set in place by her media presence.

It was like a spotlight consumed her, everywhere she went.

He’d heard whispers that she may be attending this evening, and though he didn’t vocalise it, he secretly hoped she would. After all, it was a rarity for her to miss a release party of this candour. Unapologetic in her lust for life, and her zest for the glitz and glamour that came with every superficial venture she’d taken in her 22 years on Earth.

Mallory had already lived the life of someone twice her age, and Robert could sense it. Even through cover pages, television screens, or lit-up billboards. It was potent. Heavy.

And something he found oh so alluring.

Never had Robert felt particularly nervous to approach a girl, or at the very least the pressure to impress one. Not in a very long time. Usually, they flocked to him. He was the one to lay back, and let his magnetic aura attract every female of every shape, size, culture, height, and age. Then, he could meticulously cherry pick a handful to make his for the night, and if she was lucky, one would stay in contact with him.

Not tonight.

In his alcohol-induced buzz, Robert had encountered multiple women already throughout the night. He’d cuddled up to them, given them all the attention they needed within the boundaries of a public setting. But what he really wanted—no, needed—was that raven-haired young woman sucking on a lemon slice after a particularly strong shot of tequila. The symbolism was not lost on him.

Unbeknownst to him, Mallory had been subtly sizing up Robert throughout the entire soirée. Starting near the entrance, she engaged in chit-chat with anyone within earshot—maybe more than your average person would have found charming. But Mallory wasn’t your run-of-the-mill guest; she revelled in the attention and the curious eyes that inevitably followed her every move in her own stardom.

While graciously accepting compliments and manoeuvring through corporate-esque small talk, Mallory had a mental map of the room, like a seasoned explorer navigating uncharted terrain. She strategically identified groups that formed a path leading to the centre of attention—Robert himself. Direct approaches weren’t her style; Mallory operated with finesse.

To say she felt self-assured with each step toward Robert would be an understatement. Approaching big names was familiar territory for her; any inkling of anxiety evaporated as adrenaline surged with the realisation that he was her next target.

Luck was on her side as Robert wrapped up a conversation with another woman who gracefully excused herself. He momentarily froze mid-sip when he turned to find Mallory, the captivating woman he’d been eyeing all night, closing in. However, he quickly composed himself, a smirk playing on his lips.

Taking a moment to appreciate her attire, he couldn’t help but notice how elegantly it gripped her curves—just as he had dreamed about doing all night. Her chest, a perfectly sculpted feature, held his gaze a tad longer than necessary. The silk dress she wore left little to the imagination, but having seen her modelling lingerie, he effortlessly pictured the little black number crumpled on his bedroom floor.

“Fancy seeing you here, Mr Plant,” she teased, a friendly smile gracing her lips, painted in a muted maroon that seemed to hold the secrets of a thousand whispered conversations.

God, her voice—a velvet symphony that played on the edges of Robert’s senses. His signature smirk, a mischievous dance on his lips, responded to her greeting. “What are the odds, eh? Almost like it’s my party,” he quipped, his smile deepening at the spark in her eyes, a laughter-filled serenade.

“Well, they don’t just let anyone run loose in a place like this in New York.” She tilted her head, a subtle game of observation playing in the depths of her eyes, decoding every nuance in his reactions and emotions.

“My dear, truer words have never been spoken,” he replied, a conspiratorial glint in his gaze. His free arm, an extension of casual confidence, wound itself around her shoulders. The smirk mirrored on her perfect lips, couples with the smoky allure in her eyes, hinted at her unspoken approval. She, too, seemed to yield to the gravitational pull, stepping closer into the captivating orbit he had initiated.

“How would you know who they do and don’t let in here, anyway?” he inquired, his head tilting down toward her, his hand maintaining a firm grip on her shoulder.

“Hmm,” she mused, allowing a tantalising pause to hang in the air, leaving him to wonder. “I’ve gotten around quite a bit,” she confessed with a cheeky grin, savouring his immediate interpretation. “Not quite in the way your imagination might conjure… though, I wouldn’t entirely rule that out.”

“So, that settles the burning question of ‘What exactly does Mallory Jackson do when she’s not enchanting the world with her incomparable beauty?’” he bantered, audacity colouring his words.

Mallory’s brows arched, a hint of astonishment gracing her features at his fearless demeanour. Yet, she reminded herself, this was Robert Plant—slightly tipsy and delightfully unpredictable. One could never predict what gems might spill from his gifted mouth.

“You know who I am, then?” she asked, a blend of question and confirmation.

“You don’t sound very surprised, luv.”

Mallory chuckled silkily, gracefully circling around to position herself directly in front of him. Her hand glided up, securing a steady hold on his button-up shirt. Gently drawing him closer, she practically purred up at him:

“Darling… Everyone knows who I am.”

With a daring yet barely-there peck on Robert’s lips, she released him. A rush of power surged through her, sending sparks of newfound confidence coursing through her nerve endings, even the most sacred ones.

Whilst she backed up, her hand remained delicately wrapped around his wrist, giving him a small squeeze in a silent provocation. His eyes narrowed down at her, as if trying to decode her. Figure her out. A fellow Brit in The Big Apple, young and carefree—a little like him at his most naive. But Mallory held something he didn’t when Zeppelin made their US debut; wisdom. A 22-year-old drowning in the misery of wisdom only someone twice her age could muster. She took the menacing possibility of a downtrodden existence, kicked it into another universe, and took life by the horns.

I have to have her.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked him, her hair dangling to the side with the movements of her head. She had a knowing smirk on her lips, the question sounding as rhetoric.

Composing himself, Robert met her gaze, equally as intense and foreboding. Then, suddenly, he manoeuvred his hand to her waist, drawing her back into him with a steady force. Lowering his head closer to hers, he dropped his voice to a beguiling utter.

“I’m thinkin’ about how much I’d like to see this pretty dress on my hotel room floor.”

Mallory’s breath caught in her throat, the admission expected but achieving the effects of the most delicate foreplay. The cluster of people around them became insignificant to her, to him, the moment unfolding as a telepathic agreement.

“What else?” she dared to ask, her hand tentatively moving up to his muscular arm, fingers tightening around the material of his button-up. 

“I’m not sure I should divulge such classified information in such a public setting…” 

Running her tongue along her teeth, she tilted her head upwards to look Robert in the eye. Challenging him. “Well…” she breathed, her eyes flicking down to his lips for a brief moment. “Perhaps you should… show me… in a more… private setting?”

Got her.

Thickly swallowing, Robert cleared his throat and idly passed his almost empty cup off to a random passerby, before swiftly taking Mallory’s hand and leading her away from the crowd and out into the hallway.

Got him.

Mallory discarded her own cup on a nearby table quickly enough to allow herself to be swept away by Robert in the direction of the conjoined hotel lobby located just at the end of the narrow hallway. She kept quiet as he slowed the pace and bid the receptionist a good night, the girl responding with a flustered smile. Mallory smirked at her reaction, squeezing onto Robert’s hand as they enclosed themselves in one of the elevators.

“Seems like you have quite the influence around here, Mr Plant,” she teased, allowing him to take her into his arms after pressing the required button to his floor.

“Yeah? And what gives you that idea, Miss Jackson?” He freely lowered his hands to hold onto her waist, twitching below at how nicely she fit between his palms.

“The receptionist.”

“Hmm, pretty girl, isn’t she?” He narrowed his eyes, gauging Mallory’s reaction. Half expecting her to respond with an air of jealousy, as most girls would, and have.

“She most definitely is,” she simply agreed, matching his intense stare.

“Perhaps I should ask her to join us?” Testing the waters. Slowly. Steady, Rob.

“As enticing of an offer as that sounds,” she started, rolling her hips forward to get a taste of what he had waiting for her under those trousers. “Maybe that can wait for another time… I want you all to myself tonight.”

Robert let out a gruff breath, lifting a hand to hold onto the side of Mallory’s head. “You are such a little minx,” he grunted, before pulling her forward and finally locking his lips with hers in an intense kiss. She practically melted, letting out all of the tension building up inside her through an exhale as she meshed her lips with his. He was frantic, needy. Hoisting her up the elevator’s wall by hooking his arms around her legs, until she had no choice but to wrap them around his waist. 

Their tongues rippled in a circular motion, caressing each other in a silky swirl. They tasted like vodka and orange. Smelled like the clash of perfume and cologne, and a light musk from the heated environment. But no heat could match the one stirring between her legs as she arched into him, his greedy hands grabbing all over as he devoured her with his kiss.

When Robert’s lips made a steady journey down the expanse of her neck, the grip of her fingers on his shirt tightened. Desperate. A passionate yearn for more. A choked moan rumbled in her throat as he bared his teeth, gentle ridges nipping harshly at her delicate skin.

Mallory glanced at the row of golden buttons, a wave of relief washing over her as she saw they still had some time to be wrapped up like this before they reached the 7th floor.

“You better not be leaving marks on me.”

“Or what?”

“Ugh,” she huffed, her head resting back against the mirrored walls of the lift. Surrendering to his actions. Like it was meant to happen. His smirk was felt against her as he continued, holding the other side of her neck as he bit down brusquely, hollowing his cheeks and sucking like his life depended on it. It seemed to last forever, like he was draining her of her energy. Her ability to maintain her composure. Pain was pleasure, goosebumps spiking every inch of unclothed skin. 

Her legs tightened around him as he released her with a faint pop. He then kissed over the mark he’d made, satisfied with how deep of a shade it was, even upon completion, knowing it would only darken throughout the course of the evening.

“If I could bite a perfect ‘R’ along your beautiful skin, I would…” he breathed, jutting forward to nip at her lower lip. “But I guess impaling you on my cock will have to do.”

Oh, my goodness… Her breathing hitched, stunned at his words. She knew he was good, but not this good…

“You have no clue how long I’ve wanted you to speak to me like that,” she hummed, head light and fuzzy at the sensation of Robert’s fingers forking through her hair.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” she nodded. “Ever since I bought my first record… I heard that voice…” She ran the tip of her finger around the collar of his shirt, the ding from the lift sending a jolt of anticipation straight to her cunt. With a smirk, she whispered hotly against his lips. “And I knew I had to have you one day…”

It was a challenge for Robert to navigate the stretched out corridors of the New York hotel, his room located right down at the bottom, but seemed much further. His brain was imploding, going through all the things he wanted to do to the woman he had under his arm. She was so perfect. He wanted to do everything and more. He couldn’t choose a single sordid move to focus his mind on, even for a second.

He imagined her on top, underneath, on her side, on all fours. Against a wall, over a table, out on the bloody balcony. He wanted her in every position, anywhere, and everywhere.

What does she taste like? A lady of such elegance and beauty has to taste sweeter than the finest honey curated from the softest hive…

To swallow her, eat her up, indulge—to get wholly doped up on her essence. What a tale for the cerebral chronicle of his 37 years on Earth.

“Do you like whiskey?”

He had briefly subdued, painfully suppressed, his fantasies for a moment to cater to the gallant nature of his heart. Mallory appreciated it; to know he wasn’t wanting a quick fuck and dump. A long term situation appeared out of the question, and she knew that going into this, but she was not about to be used as a swift fix to satiate a libidinous rockstar.

She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

“I do, as a matter of fact,” she answered, admiring the interior of his room. “I drink like an old man…” she casually added.

Robert chuckled, pouring two short glasses of Aberlour-Glenlivet on the rocks. “That, my dear,” he spun, passing her one of the drinks, “Is the best way to drink.” They lightly clinked their glasses together and took sips with the sweet accompaniment of eye contact, countering the bitter bite of the liquor.

As Mallory licked her lips, savouring the expensive taste, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. With a hum, she brushed her hair behind her shoulder, tilting her head to inspect Robert’s damage on her neck. Huffing in amusement, she raised and lowered an eyebrow.

“My make-up team is going to hate covering this up…”

He grinned crookedly, chewing his lip in boyish wonder. Proud of himself. Elated that he’d caused such semi-permanent markings that would remind her of him every day—long enough to stir the most tawdry thoughts. Enough to make her want more.

And he wanted to make more.

“Can’t say I’m sorry, darlin’.”

Mallory smirked at him. “Can’t say I’m surprised by that statement, Mr Plant.”

“You love it, though,” he shrugged, taking another sip. She merely gave him a smile of concurrence, knowing he had hit the nail on the head. She did love it. 

Robert watched her like a hawk, from her red-bottom stilettos, up her sculpted, shiny legs, and straight to her long and layered dark locks, as she stalked the room with an unconscious refinement, finally reaching the bed, where she lowered herself to sit on the edge of the plush quilt.

“So. I guess it’s my turn to ask you.” She crossed one leg over the other, leaning forward to rest her arms over her leg. Like down at the party, he unabashedly feasted his eyes on the way her dress crumpled at the neckline, soft landscapes of her chest shimmering in the low lighting of his temporary home.

“Ask me what, luv?” With a hand in his pocket, he himself strode over slowly, stopping a healthy distance that allowed him to peruse to his heart’s desire.

“What does the incomparable Robert Plant do when he’s not dazzling the world with his unearthly vocals and…” She looked him up and down. “...Inebriating allure?”

What a way with words… He’d heard girls shower him with compliments for years now, and they all spoke of the same broad insinuations. Mallory left no room for insinuation, and all the room for a response as true as the blonde spiralling from his head.

“Well,” he inhaled, “When I’m not prancing around on stage, I tend to spend my time reading… possibly a bit of football here and there…” He trailed off, a roguish leer tugging at his lips as he averted his eyes. “And on occasion…” He took a smooth step closer to Mallory, the blue in his regard flooding her dusky gaze. “I get to take care of some of nature’s most sublime creations.”

Whilst stricken by his choice of words, she couldn’t help but stifle a small laugh, raising her glass up to her lips. “Don’t tell me it’s only on occasion.”

Robert responded with a chuckle of his own, and faux timidity in a one-shoulder shrug. “I’m sure yer well aware of my escapades, Miss Jackson, but I can assure you it’s not every day I get to spend my evenings in the presence of someone like you.”

“Oh, yeah?” she asked, tilting her head with a playful grin. “What do you mean by that?”

“What I mean is,” Another step closer. She had to crane her neck upwards to meet his eyes now. “It isn’t often I get to be with someone I just so happened to be fawning over for months myself…” Robert’s eyes shifted to the small collection of magazines at the foot of the bed. Mallory followed his line of sight and felt her face flush crimson.

Paper media with her face, her body, plastered on the front page. Vogue, Elle, Harper’s Bazaar… and her infamous Playboy appearance.

With a somewhat jesting expression, she leaned over and pulled the latter from the collection, her eyebrow raising suggestively in his direction. Placing her glass of whiskey on the bedside table, she flipped through the September 1984 issue, chuckling to herself.

“People hated me for this, you know,” she told him apathetically. The bed dipped beside her as Robert took a close seat, his jeans confidently brushing against her bare leg. Without a second thought, she boldly moved her ankle over his shin, her foot dangling in a carefree manner at the end of the crossed-over leg. Her eyes, however, stayed glued to the pages in her hands.

“Why did people hate it?” Robert asked, leaning closer to her to peer over her shoulder. His chin skimmed her shoulder, breath dangerously close to her neck once again.

“I don’t know…” she mumbled. “I think people saw me as more of a… reserved person. With a little more class, I guess.” She shrugged, turning the page to the centrefold. Robert pressed his lips gingerly to her shoulder, dragging them along the thin black strap of her dress.

“Seems pretty classy to me, luv,” he hummed, moving his lips closer to her neck. “I, for one, thought it was one of the more elegant features. I mean, look at that…” His hand crept along her arm, fingertips hot in their wake as he trailed them over the pages. He paid special attention to the main shot of Mallory, wearing nothing but a sheer lingerie set. Not quite nude, but just scandalous enough to be axed from the more family friendly brands.

Robert went quiet as he took a moment to appreciate the beauty as he had done time after time already. It struck him, somewhere deep down in his gut, how one could only just see the slightly darker skin of her nipples through the pricey lace bra she adorned. How the same could be said for the flimsy material of her underwear, strategically covering all the places he wanted to admire so badly, but not opaque enough to conceal the dark patch of hair between her legs. It left barely anything to the imagination.

“You’re the perfect little tease, Mallory,” he continued, a slight rasp in his throat. His finger continued to trace her body on the page. “You could have bared all for everyone to gawk at, yet you didn’t.”

Mallory’s cheeks remained tinted a light pink, unknowingly tilting her body towards him, resting into the arm that held him up behind her. “That was the idea behind it… They weren’t completely sold on it, but I insisted. And I told them that if it wasn’t good enough for them, then I could always leave, and they wouldn’t have a special feature for that month anymore.” She glanced at him. “Needless to say, it worked,” she emphasised with a smirk.

Robert returned the smirk, leaning closer into her. A bold one… “Good for you, luv.” He was still transfixed on the photo, his finger stopping on her painted lips as though he was feeling the plush flesh in person. Then, he steadily traced his digit further down, over her chest, her stomach, and finally to her cleverly concealing underwear. His finger lingered there, making small stroking motions, before he took a deep breath. The gesture had Mallory squeezing her thighs together under the glossy covers of the magazine, unable to eliminate the thought of him touching her rather than the photo.

“And now,” he breathed, lowering his hand from the pages and to her leg, his palm hot against her skin as he squeezed into the flesh of her thigh. “I get to have the real thing…”

With that, he gently took the magazine from Mallory’s hands, placing it back where it belonged, before taking his own whiskey from his other hand and placing it beside hers on the bedside table. On his journey back, he caught her in another kiss.

He slowly guided her onto her back, his broad form hovering over her. Her hands gripped at his shirt once again, tugging at it needily as her tongue reunited with his. Robert breathed out through his nose against her, deepening the kiss in a desperate attempt to consume her entire being. Propping himself up on his elbow, his free hand caressed every inch of her body within reach. The silk of her dress was soft in his touch as it lowered to her legs once again.

He kept her completely distracted and caught up in the passion in their kiss, taking her by surprise when he inched his hand up her inner thigh. She sighed against the smirk on his face, still connected by their lips, as he reached a familiar lace she had hidden away.

The pads of his fingertips pressed down daringly along her clothed core, an obvious dampness to the material that had been building up all night. Her leg instinctively fell to the side, giving him easier access, allowing him to slip his hand into her underwear with an unrestrained hankering.

Her intimate curls were as soft as the silk, and Robert found himself relieved of her defiance in the face of popular trends. He broke the kiss momentarily, searching her eyes as his middle finger stroked along her slick folds, bearing a teasing pressure that made her hold on his shirt intensify and her lips part in the release of a breathy sigh.

“Have I gotten you all worked up, darlin’?” Robert asked with a smug glint in his eye. Peppering her chin and the ticklish spot just below her lips with the lightest kisses, he pressed further down against her, his finger easily slipping past her folds. A pleased grunt escaped him as he massaged the hot flesh.

“Robert…” she half moaned, half sighed, before attempting to grind her hips upwards, needy for more friction.

“Nuh-uh,” He shook his head, hooking a leg around hers to keep her tamed. “Just relax, Mallory. We aren’t in any rush, eh?”

“No, I guess we’re not,” she huffed. Robert couldn’t stop the laugh that fell from his lips at her impatience.

“Oh, is this the part where I find out you’re also a little brat?”

Whimpering, she pulled at his collar. “I’m not a brat!”

“Shh,” he subdued her, covering her mouth with a heated kiss, pressing her back down into the bed. It didn’t take long for the kiss to become frantic, a symphonic blend of his breaths, her moans, and the growing wetness below.

It was messy, the way they grabbed at one another. His hand clamped onto her hair, hers replicating the tugging motion on his. Robert’s other hand, trapped between her weeping cunt and the soft lace, performed the most erotic dance. From circling her tiny pearl, to dipping two fingers into her tight entrance.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you,” he hissed, sloppy kisses trailing down her neck. He revelled in the way she arched into him, her head hanging back as one strap fell from her shoulder. His lips had reached the neckline of her dress, and he needed more. As his fingers continually pumped in and out of her, seemingly on their own accord, he made the animalistic move to pull the strap down further, easily allowing him access to part of her chest.

Even though the dress she had worn all night provided little protection against the cold night air beyond the walls of their coital labyrinth, the air around them hit her harsher than any blizzard once Robert had gained access to her breasts. His mouth was strikingly hot as he wasted no time in taking a nipple into it, suckling and swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. His fingers, sending her into overdrive, so long and deep inside her. If he could make her feel like this by just his fingers alone, she struggled to even fathom what his cock could do to her.

Her fingers thread and clamped around his hair as he nuzzled her chest, progressively increasing the speed of his hand. He could barely believe his luck, oddly enough, that he had this goddess of a woman laid over his bed. That he was able to feel how hot and inviting her cunt was, even if it was just his fingers. And although he was going to wait to feel her cum, to taste her sweet release, he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

Mallory’s arm wrapped around his neck when he came back up to trap her in another kiss. She breathed heavily against his lips, his palm brushing against her clit with vigour, perfectly in tandem with the rhythm he had curated with his tepid digits.

“Fuck, Robert,” she moaned against his lips, her hand shooting down to hold onto his arm, feeling the muscles tensing and rocking with each movement he made.

Robert clenched his jaw, watching every contour of her face. “I was gunna try and wait it out, darlin’, but I don’t think I can. I need to watch you cum on my fingers…” His voice was not far from a growl, as though he was already inside her, milking himself with her body. Yet, he was still safely tucked away in his jeans, hardness surely growing, but purely trivial in the event of her pleasure.

“Well, if you keep going, you won’t have to wait for very long…” she purred up at him. What was supposed to come as a sultry tease, instead came as a breathless whisper. She was already on the edge. “Oh, God…” she groaned, head pressing back into the bed.

Robert scanned over her body, down to the rapid movement of his hand between her legs. He imagined how soaked she’d make his fingers, how they would glisten upon removal. Without having to see her, he already knew he wouldn’t be able to resist a taste. 

She was going to cum over and over again tonight. He’d make sure of it.

“Mm, I can feel how close you are, darlin’,” he rumbled, biting his lip as she writhed beneath him. “Look at me, Mallory.”

The command was simple enough. But there was an underlying desperation in his tone that prompted her to lift her head, locking her eyes with his. Giving her a satisfied smirk, he pressed their foreheads together.

“That’s it… I want to see those pretty eyes when you cum.”

Her hand slipped into the collar of his shirt, nails digging into the back of his neck as he finally let her grind her hips into his hand. Fucking his fingers, wishing it was his cock. But that would come later. Patience, Mal…

Mallory was panting, chest rising and falling. She couldn’t escape the piercing lock of his eyes. They brought her closer and closer, each second, until it was impossible to hold it in any longer.

Robert barely noticed he was holding his breath, as if he was awaiting a monumental moment—well, he was. To make this amazing woman feel good. He breathed out, sharply and hotly, feeling the burn in his muscles as Mallory finally convulsed around his digits, and a long whine fell from her lips.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” she moaned.

“That’s a good girl,” Robert nodded, grinning as he ground his own hips into her, desperate for friction against his hardened length. “You look so beautiful when you cum.”

Placing her hand over his, she gyrated and inhaled deeply as she rode out her orgasm. Once she’d let his hand go, he gently slipped it out of her underwear, leaving her empty and wanting more. His fingers were glistening, soaked.

Looking her in the eye, he proceeded to drag his tongue over the pads of his fingers, savouring the teaser.

“Hmm…” he hummed, before lowering his hand to her lips, performing a discerning swipe over them. “Open up, darlin’,” he whispered, biting his lip as she obliged, and slipped the digits into her mouth. She clamped her lips around his fingers, tongue swirling around them to catch a taste of her own juices.

With a provocative flourish, she took his fingers as far down her throat as they could get. Her smoky eyes were hooded as she let them go with an audible pop.

“I’m gunna tell you somethin’ now, luv,” he grumbled, lowering his head down to hum in a captivating candour. “I’m not usually one to listen to gossip, but…” He gently nibbled at her earlobe. “I’ve heard some interesting things about you and your… talents.”

She snorted, their fingers automatically threading together. “Elaborate?”

Robert chuckled, squeezing her hand. “Hm, well let’s just say that it’s got somethin’ to do with yer mouth.” He kissed down her neck and returned back to her chest, tugging the other strap down.

“Why don’t you just take it off?” she laughed, noticing his hunger. 

“Good point,” he snickered, moving up on his knees.

The previously heavy-with-lust air had dissipated momentarily as Robert helped Mallory remove her dress. There was a hint of humour in each movement, a subdued and disguised excitement that they were doing this. Two humans with a large following, unknowingly following each other since the dawning of their careers, finally coming together to execute the most exquisite dance of prolonged pining.

Eventually, Robert had to remove his shirt, feeling too constricted and restrained. Then again, anyone with common sense would have to alleviate themselves in some way or another upon the glorious sight of Mallory Jackson in nothing but her lace knickers and sharp heels.

“Where are you going now?” Mallory asked with a smile as Robert turned to rummage through his bags.

“Stay there, I’ve got something ‘ere… Where the fuck is it…” he mumbled to himself. “Ah! Found it…”

In his hands, as he spun on his heel, was an immaculately kempt Canon T80. A camera she was no stranger to.

“If you don’t mind?” Robert asked, cocking his head to the side like an innocent Alsation. “I’d like to have some mementos.” His smile was boyish, mischievous. Quintessentially Robert.

“Darling, I spend my life on camera,” she purred. “Of course I don’t mind.”

“Naughty girl,” he jested, chewing his lip as he turned the camera on and lowered onto one knee.

“The most interesting proposal I’ve ever seen,” she teased his stance, before getting up onto her knees in the middle of the bed. “Tell me how you want me.”

Like a starved boy for juvenile satisfaction, Robert proceeded to instruct Mallory on pose after pose, making sure to catch her at all the same angles he adored whenever he spotted them in magazines, billboards, and on the television. But these would be for him, not the rest of the world.

“My God, you really are gorgeous, aren’t you?” Robert murmured, mostly to himself, as Mallory stretched out across the bed on her stomach, hips raised and ankles crossed in the air. Her hair was draped perfectly over her back, a majority of it falling behind her shoulder so Robert and his camera could catch her face. She truly was a natural at working a camera, understanding all of the singer’s instructions, no matter how much he struggled to direct her at times.

With Robert’s eyes so fixed on her body placement, he didn’t even notice that she was hungrily eyeing the bulge in his jeans. It was so prominent every time he leaned forward, or shifted his weight. God, she wanted him in her mouth, in her hand, in her cunt. She didn’t care, she just needed him buried deep inside her.

“‘Kay, that’s enough of that for now…” he rose to his feet, setting the camera down on the bedside table, next to the glasses of whiskey and melted ice.

“Did you get everything you wanted, Mr Plant?” She smirked, watching him unbuckle his belt.

“Hm, almost, darlin’.” He dragged his eyes over her form, still laying her stomach down on the bed. Her backside was so perfectly round, just waiting for his handprints, his lips, his hands. Anything.

Noticing this, Mallory pushed herself up onto all fours, back arching in a tantalising fashion. It was almost like she was a doll, perched patiently on a shelving unit, waiting for him to take her as his own and play with her to his heart’s desire.

And he did just that; he instructed her to stay as she was, limiting her ability to see as he pulled his remaining item of clothing from his body. Mallory knew that, just inches away from her, was Robert in all his nude glory. All she could do was listen as the bedsheets rustled. Eventually, she felt his large hands encase her hips, fingers teasing along the hemline of her underwear.

“Sit up, luv…” She obliged, propping herself up on her knees and leaning back. Swiftly, he tugged her further, landing her on his lap. Fuck, she could feel him.

Robert’s eyes roamed every inch of her, from her shapely curves hugging his hips, to her ruffled hair, lengthy and wavy down the expanse of her back. He took his time, praising her soft skin with the tips of his fingers. He could tell she was getting impatient; he knew she could feel how hard he was for her, and she had no choice but to deal with it through nothing but a thin material separating the two.

Mallory shifted her hips, eliciting a sigh from her lips. With a smirk, he moved his hands around to sneak them upwards, barely touching her.

“Robert…” she warned.

He chuckled darkly, before suddenly pulling her hips downwards, thrusting his own upwards to grind against her clothed core.

“Shall we get these off, baby?” he hummed with a gravelly tinge, pulling at her knickers and letting them go to twang against her skin. She couldn’t have moved any faster as she practically ripped the underwear off, not caring if she actually did tear some of the delicate lace in the process. “Bit eager, aren’t we?”

“Well, yeah, you’ve been teasing me,” she huffed with a small roll of her eyes. Robert couldn’t help but smirk, enjoying the small glimpses into her defiant character.

“Bit of a mouth on ya, eh?” He raised and lowered his eyebrows before ushering her back on top of him. “I want you this way…” He smirked to himself.

Before she knew it, her thighs were encasing his head, and she was face to face with his rock-hard length. Hm, she thought. Just as big as what people say…

She couldn’t wait to have him inside of her. To feel those veins against the slick walls of her awaiting cunt. The flutters had already begun, his breath mere inches from where she needed him.

His hands ran over her thighs as he took in the view, not sure if he wanted to delve in, or just admire a little longer. But, alas, the temptation was far too strong, and he had to take a taste. With an urgency, he pulled her down against him, attaching his lips to her weeping folds.

“Fuck!” she gasped, grabbing onto his leg to steady herself as his tongue lashed away at her. He growled against her, fingers digging into the plush flesh of her backside.

Mallory tried her best to keep up with him, giving the head of his cock kitten licks and light suction. She knew if she truly matched up to his actions, he wouldn’t last much longer, even though she’d barely touched him. It was obvious, the way his red hot tip seeped translucent pearly drops.

She writhed, moaned, whimpered, whined, through Robert’s every motion. He was unrelenting, flicking and swirling at her swollen clit, hot breath hitting her in all the right places. Her hand was obedient, running it up and down the length of his cock, squeezing at the tip, practically drooling at the sight.

Through her daze, she just about managed to catch Robert’s subtle gesture for her to stop her movements on him, before fully engrossing himself in her hot core. Tugging at her, he brought her even further up until she had her palms flat on his toned stomach. She followed the rhythm his hands set for her hips, steadily grinding against every suck and lather.

“Oh, fuck… yes…” she hissed, jolting at the sudden sensation of his tongue teasing just a little further upwards, testing the waters of unknown territory. She was sure she could feel the smirk on his face, but was too enthralled with his talented mouth to think too far into it.

“D-don’t stop…” she airily pleaded, wincing when one of Robert’s strong, ringed hands, landed a brisk slap against her skin.

“You taste so fuckin’ good,” he almost inaudibly grunted, words muffled by her cunt as he feasted. “Mm—cum on my tongue, baby, do it...” He was rambling by this point, the experience just as pleasurable for him as it was for her.

Back arching, she edged closer and closer. Making a steadfast approach to her second orgasm of the night. And when it finally hit, Robert’s fingers dug so harshly into her backside that they’d surely leave marks. Another thing for her makeup team to cover up…

He hollowed his cheeks as he drank in her release, chin covered in her essence. Thighs shaking beside his head, her body convulsed and jolted at the growing sensitivity she knew would compliment the inevitable release exquisitely.

She shakily ran her hand through her hair, clearing her vision of the few strands that had adhered themselves to her skin, as she crawled further down the bed to turn and face Robert. In his own world, he was busy licking his lips, enjoying the aftertaste of Mallory Jackson. Even better than he expected, which was a lot.

“I guess… it’s true what they say,” she breathed, inching closer to him until he could wrap his arms around her. “With age, comes wisdom.”

“Wisdom in what, luv?” he asked with a smirk, fingers threading through her hair. He caught her blush, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat. “Time allows a man to learn the ins and outs of pleasing women…” he trailed off, a smug, crooked smirk on his lips. “...Not that I’ve struggled much in the past…”

Mallory rolled her eyes at him again with an amused chortle. “My God, all you rockstars are the same…”

Robert’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh yeah? And why’s that, then?”

“The… pseudo-arrogance is potent, my love,” she hummed.

“Pseudo?”

“Mhm…” she nodded, pulling him to her, steering his form on top of her, where he wedged himself between her legs. The heels of her stilettos grazed dangerously over Robert’s lower back, threatening to press down at any moment. She revelled in the instability—the unknowing in her inner sadist. It could come out at any point.

“You don’t believe I’m actually arrogant, then?” he asked, glancing to the side in slight trepidation at the feeling of her heels on him.

Mallory smirked, choosing to ignore the elephant in the room as she innocently, nonchalantly answered him. “No…” Her voice was a whisper, genuine and smooth, a stark contrast to the sordid threat lower down the bed. “I think you’re amazing,” she started, running her hands down his fuzzy chest, finger stopping to play with the pendant of one of the two necklaces dangling from him. “Talented…” Stroking his ego as gently as she did his chest. “One of the most gorgeous people I’ve ever seen.”

In such an intimate moment, Robert practically inhaled her praise. Her words proved her authenticity—she wanted to take the time to catch his aura before jumping into bed with him. Just like he had done with her. They knew each other from a gargantuan distance, never face to face apart from endless forms of media, but now they bonded. Souls adhered, now on the precipice of partaking in a lustful union of mutual attraction.

“And if you don’t mind me saying,” she finally took the plunge, applying the smallest amount of pressure into his back with her heel, causing him to careen forward, hips unintentionally gyrating into hers. He still had his hands clasped around her back, and he couldn’t help the need to pull her into him, bodies pressing flush against each other.

“You’re the only man who’s managed to make me cum more than once without actually fucking me.”

Fuck… He swallowed harshly, eyes narrowing down at her. He was certain this woman could make him come undone without actually touching him. 

“Well…” he sighed, exasperatedly. “I’m honoured to be the only one to do th–”

“No, I didn’t say the only one…” she interrupted, smoothly kicking off her heels and pushing them off the side of the bed. Robert’s brows furrowed in confusion, searching her eyes.

“I said the only man…”

It took him a minute to understand, but once he did, he felt his cock jump at the mere thought of Mallory and another woman. And she felt it.

“Fucking hell, Mallory…” he breathed out against her, lips teasingly close to hers. “That’s why you said about…”

“About the receptionist,” she giggled with a nod. “Now…” she giddily bit her lip, rolling her hips upwards. “I need you inside me.”

“Yer don’t have to ask me twice, darlin’.” With a peck on her lips, he leaned back on his heels, parting her thighs with a pressure that angled her in such a lewd manner. “You’d be surprised how many girls get rid of this nowadays…” he commented whilst running his hand up her leg to her mound, dark curls partly glittering with her arousal. “I don’t know why anyone would do that.” He shrugged, before focusing on the tip of his cock, dragging it along her slick folds, up to her clit, and then back down where he pushed against her, finally, yet steadily, filling her with his girth.

Mallory’s eyes fluttered shut as he did, the sensation already overwhelming her being. The stretch was intense, the stinging pain. As if he was taking her innocence for the first time ever. 6 years of experience, and she’d never felt anything quite like it.

“Open your eyes, baby,” Robert whispered, rubbing his thumb over her clit. She can’t have realised how much she’d tensed up, but he sure did. As her brown eyes met his, he gave her a reassuring smile, slowly pulling back, and then forward. He repeated this, inching deeper each time, until he was completely buried inside of her. “You’re so pretty,” he huffed, brows creasing as her cunt tightened around him with each thrust.

She couldn’t do anything but moan in response. Lay back and let this god of a man take her in ways she’d only dreamed about since she was old enough to understand it.

As he sped up the pace, his hands grabbed at her thighs, pushing them further towards her chest until she naturally resorted to resting her calves on his shoulders. Hitting her in all the right spots, cock nuzzling her spongy walls. Her breasts moved in tandem with the rhythm, the view otherworldly to Robert and too intoxicating not to notice.

His hands laid flat on either side of her head, his necklaces dangled in her face, and the piercing blue in his eyes drugged her as skin slapped below and bed springs croaked.

“That feel good, baby?” he gruffly asked, clenching his jaw. She nodded, lips parted as small whines fell. “Yeah?” She nodded again. “Say it—fuck, tell me, Mallory… tell me how fuckin’ good my cock feels…”

“Shit…” she hissed, flinching at one particular thrust, one that slammed against her cervix. “Yes, it feels so fucking good!” she groaned, hand shooting to his bicep, where she clawed at his skin. 

Obviously pleased with her response, Robert picked up his stabbing force. “Yeah, it feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes!” Her head was thrown back, giving Robert the perfect view of where he’d marked her earlier into the evening, and the sleek sculpture of her jaw. He was almost too distracted to catch the words that followed.

Almost.

“I fucking love how your cock feels inside me, Daddy.”

His thrusts faltered, but for a mere second. Mallory immediately lifted her head, heart hammering against her ribcage—oh, God…

“What did you just call me?” he managed to utter, stilling when he settled his entire length within her.

Swallowing, her inhibitions were truly scattering, and she didn’t care how pathetic she sounded. 

Only a Daddy could fuck her like this.

“I called you… Daddy,” she said with an air of vulnerability.

“I thought that’s what you said…” he nodded slowly, seemingly thinking over a fleeting idea, before he pulled himself back up onto his knees. Before she could question him, he instructed her to turn around. All fours.

Within seconds, he was back inside her, pushing into her as harshly as she bounced back against him. He could finally take her hair into his hand, creating a makeshift ponytail as he tugged and pulled at her, building momentum as they collided in erotic eruption.

“You’re so perfect for me, baby… so tight…” he grunted, groaned and panted through each thrust. She grabbed at the headboard with one hand, the other grabbing a fistful of the pillow below her. Her moans were stabs of provoked pleasure, synchronised with each pummelling of his hips.

There was something animalistic in Robert’s response to her back arching towards the bed, taking him deeper with her stretch. He landed another smack against her backside, embracing her body’s wanton reaction. 

Thighs burning, she continued to rock backwards, meeting his hips, feeling his full balls hitting her clit each time. Her senses were at the highest point possible—or so she thought.

Robert allowed a droplet of his saliva to fall, watching as it landed on the sight below him. Cautiously, whilst steadying his thrusts, he ran his thumb experimentally over the same unknown territory he’d teased with his tongue, and gauged a shiver from Mallory earlier.

“This okay, darlin’?”

Mallory smiled to herself, chewing her lip and nodding. “Yeah…”

Still thrusting his hips, Robert proceeded to apply pressure with his thumb until the tip of it was snugly resting within the tight ring of muscle. Already, it added to the sublime level of ecstasy Mallory had found herself in, and she groaned under her breath, the triple stimulation ramping her up.

“Good girl…” Robert praised, resuming the ferocity of his movements from before. Each careen forward, meant his thumb sank deeper, and eventually she fell into a string of whimpers, moans that bordered on screams, and pleas of encouragement to keep going.

“P-please… God, please don’t stop.”

He smirked, cock twitching and throbbing inside her. Holding out. Patiently impatient for her release.

“Say it again…” he growled breathlessly.

She cried out, nails clawing into the wooden headboard. “Please, Robert, please don’t stop…”

“Who?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Daddy! Oh, fuck, please… Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum so hard, Daddy, please…” she pled vulgarly, voice worn and high, echoing and reverberating in her chest from how harshly he was slamming into her.

“Listen to you, baby… Such a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes… Yes, yes, yes…” She nodded, biting onto her lip so hard she was sure she caught a metallic taste.

“You’re Daddy’s dirty little girl, aren’t you, hm?”

“Yes!”

“Say it.”

“Oh, fuck, right there…” she panted, head falling forward as Robert released her hair to land a hard smack against her backside again.

“Say.” Thrust. “It.” Thrust.

“I-I’m Daddy’s dirty little girl—I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she blithered, unable to stop her body from arching back into him.

“That’s a good girl, cum for me, darlin’, let me feel it…” he grunted, moving his hand up to wrap it around her throat, pulling her back against his chest. They lowered, Mallory spread open across his lap as she continued to move her hips, grinding in pursuit of orgasm. Robert’s other hand pulled from her backside and shot between her legs, playing with her clit in his fingers. 

She was trapped. Fully encompassed in his arms as she tipped over the edge, surrendering to the magic of Robert Plant. Gripping onto his hirsute forearms, she laid her head back onto his shoulder, muscles twitching and tensing all over. Crying out, groaning; entire demeanour manipulated into nothing but a withering phenomenon.

“Christ, you’re clenching so hard around me, little girl,” he whispered hotly into her ear, hips stuttering as he found himself on the cusp of his own release. “Fuck, come here.” He pulled out of her, ushering her back up to the pillows so he could lie down on his side, bringing her back to his chest. He lifted her leg up, easily sliding back into her from behind, with his face practically hovering over hers at the same time.

He made her cum again, and again, and again, until she was shaking, flushed, completely weakened by his cock. Somehow, he’d managed to stave off his orgasm. Watching her in fits of ecstasy was just as good as experiencing his own.

But now, he knew he had to cum. There was no holding it back any longer.

Mallory found herself sitting back up, only this time, facing him. Kneeling over her like a statue honouring an icon. Only she was honouring him.

Robert’s fingers held onto her hair as she bobbed her head up and down his cock, cheeks hollowing and eyes blown with lust, staring up at him and his contorting expressions.

“Fuck, yes… Keep going, baby, I’m gunna cum down your throat,” he encouraged, suppressing the desire to start thrusting his hips against her mouth. She was doing a good enough job on her own, humming whenever his tip hit the back of her throat, circling his tip with her tongue, paying special attention to the fullness of his balls. She didn’t miss a single thing. She knew how to please a man just as much as he knew how to please a woman. And it was as clear as day why celebrity gossip practically eulogised her oral skills.

Mallory Jackson is perfect.

“Mallory… bloody hell, I’m cumming—ah, good girl, good girl…”

Her perfection was pristinely punctuated by the way she opened her mouth, giving him the full view of the thick ropes that shot from his cock, every drop coating her tongue and lips.

Her name spilled from his lips, over and over again, as he twitched and jerked against her mouth, eyes squeezed shut and jaw tightly jutted outward. She smirked as best as she could, never having witnessed such ethereal beauty in the heat of climax.

Once she was certain he was finished, she looked him in the eye as she swallowed his load, cleaning up the excess that ran down his shaft in the aftermath of convulsions. Shakily, he bent down and caught her tired and swollen lips in a heated kiss, collapsing back on top of her against the pillows.

Sheets stuck to them, heartbeats thumped a tremendous rate, whiskey on the side remained lukewarm and privy to the night’s sordid events. The two of them barely spoke as they tried to settle, holding onto each other in a haze.

“What… what time is it?” Mallory asked, chest heaving, looking over her shoulder. Robert lazily angled his head to look up at the wrist he donned a watch on.

“Half one…” He dropped his head back down, pulling Mallory further into him by her waist. “Party’s still goin’ on…” he added.

Shutting her eyes, she dragged her fingers along the damp hair on his arm to soothe them both. “Did you want to go back down?”

Robert chuckled airily, pressing his forehead into the back of her head. “Don’t really want to, but… Guess I should, really, shouldn’t I?”

Smirking, she gave him a light giggle in response. “Maybe… it is for you, after all…”

“Mhm…”

“But then again,” she turned over, laying her head close to his, “You get to choose what you want to do at your own event, no?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Very good point, luv.” He planted a sloppily aimed kiss to her lips, mostly getting just the corner of them. “You’re bloody brilliant, y’know that?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, I have my moments,” she hummed against his mouth.

“Well, how long you in New York for?”

“Couple more days… Why?”

Enveloping her in a complete embrace, Robert attached himself to her, like he had done to many in the past, but many so unlike Mallory.

“Maybe I could remind you how brilliant you are until you leave, then?” he posed, gazing down at her with hooded eyes.

“I’ve got a shoot tomorrow afternoon,” she informed him.

“I’ll come with you, then,” he shrugged.

“You’ll come with me?” she snorted. “Do you realise how massive that’d be? There’d be paps everywhere…” Despite her words connoting agitation, it was in her blood to enjoy the attention.

“Honey, you and me, we live for the spotlight, and we’ll bloody well die in it, too,” he grinned, “What’s the harm in a little provocation now and then?”

Mallory smiled, convinced this wouldn’t be the last time she’d see Robert Plant in her lifetime.

“No harm at all, Mr Plant.”

[urfavnegronerd]

honey-kehlani

trope: fluffy 

pairing: margo kess x black fem reader

warnings: some good old southern metaphors, Grammarly hates me (i think they anti black fr), lowk internalized homophobia but nothing insane readers kinda on the dl but not gross dl yk?, still ina rut lowkey, got up before my alarm and decided to finish this before i leave

song lyrics are italicized 

w/c: 1.6k ish

saw you awake  

Margo is pretty. Real pretty. Pretty like magnolias in May type. It’s not like you’ve never liked a girl before, because you definitely have. Them late-night reruns on nick-at-nite you used to watch with your family type shit. That 90’s type pretty. It’s not like you were foreign to the concept of being gay, or lesbian, or however the world wanted to label your innate attraction to girls. It just… wasn’t something you mentioned a lot. You’d talked about it a lot with your grandmother, but other than that? Liking girls was something you just didn’t mention. All you knew was that Margo was pretty, the type pretty to make you adjust your cargo pants so they hung just right, in the way so that when you stretched she could see the band of the Nike Pros you wore. Type pretty to make sure you kept your shoes clean,  looking all fresh, type pretty to make sure your washday always happened. Cus girls like clean shoes and pretty hair, right? It wasn’t like you could just… go and spit game to her.

You were sprung off your ass and you couldn’t help it, shit you tried to swing from masculine to feminine enough to make her notice, but nothing seemed to work. You’d tried to talk to her, but it… did not end well. You were shy and blushy and didn’t know what to say. 

“Talk to me sweet pea,” 

“Grandmama it's just a lot on my mind,” 

“Girl I am your grandmother, not talkin' to me is like a screen door on a submarine. It don’t make no sense baby,” 

“I know,” 

“Is it some girl?” 

You tensed a little bit, your grandmother is the only one you’re fully out to. 

“Yes ma'am,”  

“She got your feathers all ruffled?” Your grandmother slowly looks up from the sweet potatoes she’s peeling, eyebrow raised with a knowing look and smile playing on her lips, a hot blush crawls up your neck and you swallow meekly, nodding.  

“She’s real pretty Grandmama. Smart, too.” 

“That’s real good, baby,” 

“Grandmama I’m being serious, she pretty as a peach and I don’t know what to do about it,” 

“What you mean you don't know what to do about it?”

“It’s like, every time I see her, I freeze,” 

“Baby you fixin to be just another pretty face to that girl, keep acting like that,” 

“But what if she not…” 

“Not what? A lesbian?” 

“Yeah,” 

“Then you move on,” 

“It’s a lot more than just movin' on, m’dear,” 

“Babycakes it sounds like you just making excuses,” 

“Yeah, you probably right m’dear,” 

A few weeks had passed since you told your grandmother about Margo. You told your grandmother about some girl you ain't never had the guts to talk to, but now, here you are, a handful of lilies from your grandmama’s garden, mixed with lavender, waiting outside her door. Part of you is happy and excited, but the other part? Thinks this is stupid and you should run. There’s such a huge chance that she could just not be into girls, and then what? You make a complete fool of yourself and it could go bad to the point where she tells everyone. Why was being… like this, so difficult? Loving up on someone shouldn’t be hard, right? 

Psyching yourself up, lightly bouncing on the balls of your feet, New Balance 550s with juniper, you ring the doorbell, hiding the flowers behind your back. 

“Hello?” Margo’s face, big brown eyes, gentle cheekbones, two puffs, and an entire universe worth of beauty peek out from behind the door. 

“Margo! I, erm, Margo. Hi,” 

“Oh! I know you, we have chem together, right?” 

And English and History, but who’s counting? 

“Y-Yeah, so, um, listen I was kinda wondering if maybe you wanted to–” 

“Those are really pretty flowers,” 

“Hnm? Oh, I got them in my grandmother's garden, they’re um, for you,” 

“Really?” Her face lights up, starting with her eyes. And oh how you adored the tiny gap between her two front teeth, the way her curls lightly bounced when she laughed or talked. Fully unlocking the door, she swings it open to you. She’s wearing a blue oversized hoodie and purple shorts. “I love lavender.” 

You smile and look down, suddenly shy, and you push the flowers into her hands. 

“Did you maybe, want to go out with me? Like, together?” 

She looks taken aback but smiles softly, inhaling the scent of the flowers. 

“Like a date?” 

“I– yeah. Like a date.” 

“Yes.” 

“Wait really?” 

“Yeah,” 

“So, um, Friday? I’ll pick you up at seven?” 

“Seven it is,” 

“Okay.” 

“Okay.” 

Friday.

don’t walk away  

It’s far from uncommon for you to like girls. However, it was far from common for you to have a girlfriend. A pretty girl, Margo, just so happened to like you back. Enough so to go out on a date with you. The first date was far from awkward. Well, it was awkward. You didn’t know what to say or do, she looked so beautiful, so much so that you had told her at least five times that night. She had her hair in two braids wrapped around her head, and one of the lilies you had given her tucked behind her ear.  

It had been just over two months of the two of you being a couple, just about a month and a half of you labeling your relationship. The word girlfriend coming out of her mouth was the most beautiful rendition of the English language you had ever heard, the way she gently rolled her r’s, not like the way you’d speak Spanish, but her r’s were a heavyset sound rolling off her tongue.  

It was early morning, the sun gently dusting its way into your room, and your arms were latched around Margo’s waist, face pressed against her bonnet. She’s one of a kind and you could promise anyone that, the kind of smart that makes you itch to work hard in school, so the two of you could be those smart girlfriends, the girlfriends that went to the top universities and had their whole future perfectly aligned. You loved her, and that was simultaneously terrifying but calming at the same tie. 

From her thick bed of curls, the same bed of curls that you helped braid and detangle, all the way down to the toenails you helped her paint. 

“I wanna paint them purple,” she’d announced one day, voice muffled behind the sweatshirt she had stolen from you. 

“So paint ‘em purple,” 

“You draw better than me,” 

“You want my help?” 

“Can you?” she pouted. Of course you could, you’d do anything to make her smile.  

Loving Margo was the easiest decision you’d ever made, you didn’t even have to think about it. You just loved her, it was simple as breathing. 

“Hey,” you whisper, gently ghosting peppery kisses into her neck. You were positive she wasn’t awake, and you felt empowered. Not in a weird way, oh no. It was like you were the one to protect her, to gently watch her chest rise and fall, hear her breathing, and feel the faint pound of her heart. Margo made you feel safe, happy and loved. She fed your soul, filled you up the way your grandmother’s cooking did, and made you feel warm and euphoric, and sleepy at the same time in a blissful combination that came with feeling the most intense peace you’d ever encountered. 

“I love you,” that was the first time you’d said it out loud, it was easier to know she was sleeping and say it. As much as you loved her, uttering those words was the most excruciating fear you’d ever been through, the fear that made you wonder whether or not she loved you for real or if she was just acting. Every day you woke up and hoped that it wasn’t just acting, that she loved you as much as you loved her. 

“I love you so much, Margo. I love helping you braid your hair up, and helping take them down, I love the little gap between your teeth, and how bright your smile is. I love how you make me feel, Margo. I love how smart you are because I get to be the one to say that you’re my girlfriend, and how far you’re gonna go. Pretty girl, I love how smart you are, I love the way you think. And I know this is kind of cheating because you’re asleep, but I wanted to say I love you, okay? I love you so much Margo Kess” 

It did kind of feel like cheating to you, she was asleep, did saying ‘I love you’ for the first time need to happen while she was awake? You didn’t want to wake her though. She looked so pretty, the bright blue camisole a beautiful contrast to her melanated skin, and of course, the matching bonnet cascading down her back. Deciding to leave it at that, you press your forehead to her shoulder blade and breathe in her scent. The hair oil, the cocoa butter, and the Vaseline. 

“Who said I was still sleeping?”

or would you wait for me?

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rae <3

[donahdevotees]

I hope this is okay to send, I just wanted to say re: the Chappell Roan anon, I don't think it's very fair to say Chappell is about "trashing men" or saying it would've been better for women to date other women instead of men. A bunch of Chappell's songs are literally about her own ex boyfriend - any other female artist is allowed to make songs about ex boyfriends without it being an issue. Why is it different for Chappell?

Personally, I love Chappell. She uses her voice for so much good, she's an incredible show woman, and her voice is beautiful. I'm sorry that other people don't feel like they can relate to her, but not every lesbian has the same story and not every lesbian artist can represent EVERY lesbian, because we're all different with our own different experiences.

Chappell makes me feel represented as a highly feminine woman who loves other highly feminine women. She makes me feel like it's okay to not be attracted to men or to masculinity in general (I mean this with respect and no hate at all to the masc-alligned lesbians out there btw, you guys are very cool! I just am not attracted to masc-ness, personally). As the admin/s said, there's nothing wrong with liking men or having liked them in the past! But there's also nothing wrong with NOT liking them and never having liked them, and it's been amazing for me to see someone like Chappell, LIKE ME, in mainstream music and doing so well.

This is absolutely okay to send in! I've never listened to Chappell Roan's music nor have I ever heard of her before this so I have no horse in this race and I think your and the other anons experiences and pov's are both valid and yours to have and share. (I will maybe ask for this to be the last ask in relation to her however since this blog is for fem f/o's and not discussing musicians 🩷)

You make some good points here though, not every artist or public figure can represent everyone under their label as we're all different and that's why I definitely encourage the other anon to maybe seek out other artists they can relate too and enjoy and see themself in like you can see yourself in Chappell Roan! And your last point is very true too, if your personal experience is having never liked men ever that's totally awesome and fine as well!

I don't think the other anon was coming from a place of malice when talking about Chappell Roan though I do want to say that, feelings and insecurities around identity can be really strong and when you maybe listen to the wrong song by the wrong artist on the wrong day it can make you feel a type of way and as long as it's not directed at the artist I think it's okay to vent the feelings that come from it in a safe environment. But your defense of her is also completely valid since she's obviously had a very positive impact on you in comparison and it's lovely when you can find a musician you relate to!

Anyway thank you for sharing your point of view! 🩷

[twsthc]

TWST GENDER AND SEXUALITY HCS

thanks again for submitting stuff on twitter! i tried to include everyones hcs somehow but also keep it true to my own hcs. again this took forever so sorry for any writing/grammar inconsistencies

⚠️ warnings: i typed the word "transmascpilled" with a straight face, light chapter 3 spoilers!!

last updated: oct 6, 2023

HEARTSLABYUL 🥀

Riddle: Unlabled Questioning Asexual, Transfem (she/any)

because of her parents i think her identity was the last thing on her mind

after going to nrc they found out about... expression?! crazy i know

started to cautiously experiment with his identity, but isnt very open about it and is still figuring himself out.

Ace: Cupioromantic Bisexual, Cisgender (he/him)

is always getting "crushes" on people (he cant tell the difference between platonic and romantic love)

after pining for someone for like a week he gets a little "OHHH" moment

asked cater about it, got laughed at, and was directed to the lgbt wiki

despite this he can feel romantic attraction! he just feels very little. is deuce's qpp/possible romantic partner

Deuce: Pansexual, Gender curious (he/him)

hasnt really thought about his identity much but after some research (an Am I Gay Quiz) he realized he was pansexual

still figuring out his gender

type of fellow to say "HIS PRONOUNS ARE THEY THEM" /j

Cater: Queer, Transmasc NB Genderqueer (he/they/any)

@/heartslabyulian on twt explained it better than me but the resistance against his mom and sisters about "being like them" (feminine) is so transmascpilled

also i think theyre just having fun expressing themself like who cares? wear a skirt, dont bind, grow out and dye your hair, use fem terms, literally just go crazy

Trey: Cisgender Bisexual (he/him)

male/nb preference

pretty confident in his identity but isnt opposed to experimentation

SAVANACLAW 🥩

Leona: Unlabled, Intersex GNC Transfemneu (she/him)

lions are one of natures queerest animals

i think he wouldnt care too much about gender presentation

i was inspired by that gay lion in kenya (as well as the real lion king) and have come to the conclusion that leona kingscholar is bisexual (bangs gavel)

Ruggie: Pansexual, Agender/GNC Transfem (he/she/they)

read a fanfiction where ruggie used she/her and i havent been the same

expresses herself how she wants but doesnt really align with any gender

im conflicted if he would be agender or nonbinary SIGH

Jack: Panromantic Asexual, Gender curious (he/him)

still figuring out his gender just give him a minute

sex repulsed ace, hes really uncomfortable w the topic and thought of sex

all he knows is he likes boys alright

OCTAVINELLE 🐚

Azul: Bisexual, Intersex Transfem (she/he)

i think one of the reasons azul wanted us to get that picture from the museum so bad is not only cos hes self consious of his younger self but because he looked "more masculine" and he just really hated it

me when im in a depressed and self conscious competition and my opponent is azul ashengrotto [insert enel one piece shocked face reaction image]

Floyd: Unlabled, Genderfluid (he/any)

doesnt care for labels he just wants to have fun in the sun!!!

type of guy to go "im a boy but a girl but a Man but a pretty princess but also a mud eating warrior but also--"

just like me fr

Jade: Aromantic Asexual, Agender (they/he)

fucking battery

look i get its probably stereotypical to hc the typically "stoic" guy to be triple A but just hear me out: i dont care (also jade isnt even stoic he is such a silly guy!!)

its MY headcanon account and EYE get to choose which anime boy i project on

SCARABIA 🌞

Kalim: Lesbian, Transfem Genderfluid (she/he)

she has lesbian eyebrows okay?

always sliding around from fem to masc, his outfits often reflect how hes feeling

blink and she switches from ultra pink miniskirt sparkly frilly femme girly teengirl into a baggy pants oversized band shirt beanie wearing 7/11 mountain dew big gulp drinking Creature. seriously iconic

Jamil: Bisexual, Nonbinary (they/he)

they dont have time to worry about their identity

he has BILLS to PAY

but seriously they never got the time to do any self reflection when they were younger and after their OB they were able to fully come to terms with and explore their identity

POMEFIORE 👑

Vil: Queer Polyamorous, Genderqueer Transfem (she/her)

said this already on twitter but she/her vil is so real

figured herself out even before NRC

i dont have much to say about pomefiore as a whole tbh like theyre just Gay it just makes sense?

Rook: Pansexual Polyamorous, Agender (they/them)

this is the one hc i will never ever budge on

i cant explain myself. rook is just agender okay.

the panpoly bit is because he sees beauty in everyone and wants to share beauty with everyone (and he wants potential romantic partners to share beauty with each other as well)

Epel: Gay, Trans man (he/him)

also took an Am I Gay Quiz

asked vil about her identity and for advice on finding himself and stuff

he came out to leona as trans during practice and leona was like "okay? me too? now do 30 pull ups?" and epel was so happy

IGNIHYDE 💀

Idia: Bisexual, Nonbinary (he/they/xe/it ++)

i think lilia canonically uses he/they pronouns for gloomurai. im not fact checking this i will just saw someone on twt say it once and choose to believe

probably found out he was bi after playing an otome game

list of neos: xe/it/exe/cy/vi/byte/if/gore

Ortho: Experimenting (he/it/neos)

someone on twitter said ortho was that ""cringe"" baby queer who is constantly changing his identity and trying out different pronouns

and it reminded me of myself when i was 12 and named myself ""moth"" 😭 so its canon now

idia is supportive and uses his heaps of money to buy new pride flags/pins for whenever ortho comes to a new conclusion

DIASOMNIA 🐉

Malleus: Pansexual, Agender (any pronouns)

doesnt care about gender constructs, but in a way thats like "human gender doesnt make any sense so you can perceive me any way you want and it literally will not matter i dont care"

didnt even realize that going by different pronouns and wearing fem clothes was considered to be out of the norm until being introduced to human society

Lilia: Unlabeled, Agender (no pronouns)

again for fae gender isnt a construct as much as it is for human societies

id imagine lilia doesnt really mind using he/him pronouns after learning about those constructs but really doesnt care for them

Silver: Lesbian, Nonbinary (he/him)

when lilia took silver in, lilia didnt want to get too close to him, so lilia just used he/him on silver as a bitter reminder that silver isnt fae (contrary to raising silver without pronouns like he would typically for a fae child like malleus)

but then lilia got attached anyway LOL but the he/him stuck

kalim and silver are nonbinary lesbians in love

Sebek: Questioning, Questioning Nonbinary (he/him...?)

hes like "STUPID HUMANS AND THEIR GENDER" but at the same time is secretly questioning if its okay to use she/her pronouns, wear a wig, and put on makeup

because his dad is a human he got pronouns and grasped the concept of human gender constructs but was also able to experience his moms side of not caring about it

[tfyoulookingatgiuxs]

Class Fight

Steve Harrington x Soft!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You are a normal student at Hawkins High, but unlike others you were reserved and quiet. But lately you've been watching Steve Harrington, the most popular boy in school. You were ready to declare your love but someone had been blocking you for quite some time, and now you had enough...

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Angst, blurb, fighting, bad language, violence, blood, bullying, bad ending, fem!reader, use of Y/N, your surname is Williams, confession rejected, crying.

𝐀/𝐍: And here is the first one-shot about Steve. Unlike Billy, I prefer Steve, so if you want more things about him, let me know! Sorry for my english, this is not my native language. Please support and reblog! hope you enjoy! (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

It was a simple day in Hawkins. Especially at Hawkins High, the school you attended. You felt happy today, in fact, very happy. Today you had a plan in mind, something you thought you would never do, confess your love!

You had fallen in love with him over a year ago. Steve Harrington. The most handsome and popular boy in school, he is implied to be a womanizer, he has had superficial relationships in the past with many girls and after his last girlfriend dumped him, Steve is now always in the company of his friends. He is very rich and you recently discovered that he does not have a good relationship with his father. He doesn't put much effort into school, he just prefers to have fun and enjoy his adolescence. You had spoken to Steve several times, he seemed to be fascinated by your way of dressing and your sweet personality. He also praised you for your intelligence. You were studious and responsible and he seemed intrigued by this detail, an example being his last girlfriend, Nancy Wheeler.

But not today. You wanted to tell him everything you felt. You were tired of this friendship of yours and wanted your relationship to turn into something more.

You opened your locker to get your literature book and admired the photos of you and Steve hanging on the small steel door. And then you saw the letter you had written to him. You smiled. I have to do it at all costs. This is my big day.

You said to yourself and then heard the bell ring.

You got the supplies and also the letter for Steve. You arrived and sat in your usual seat. Your classmate Mandy was absent so you had a large amount of space to put your stuff down, and then you saw it. Steve had come in and as soon as he saw you he smiled at you and you smiled back, blushing slightly. He sat down in front of you and you couldn't help but admire him.

"Hi Steve" whispered a girl with curly blonde hair in a bob, a pink long-sleeved blouse and a light blue skirt that reached her knees, finally white ballet flats that softened her figure.

Kelly White.

A girl the same age as Steve. Graceful, intelligent, kind and ambitious. She seems to have no flaws, but in reality she was a simple bully who made fun of others and was above all a spoiled little girl. She has had many lovers in the past and short-lasting relationships, this is due to her person. As is well understood, no one would ever want to be with a spoiled bitch, where the world revolves around her. She was Steve's friend, even though they don't spend most of their time together. But Kelly was hitting on him, getting too close, batting her long eyelashes to make people think she was a fucking saint. You knew full well that Steve would never fall in love with her. Kelly was popular, but everyone knew her wickedness, but lately Steve seemed far too pleased with her feminine and very attractive figure.

As soon as Kelly caught your eye she smirked but you ignored her. You don't know if she knew about your crush on Steve, but even if she did, you didn't care. You didn't want to fall into her trap.

In the middle of the class while the teacher wasn't looking, Steve turned to ask you for a pencil and you gave it to him "Thanks Williams" He winked at you and you turned red. The sound of something falling though caught your attention "Oops" came from Kelly's lips and she stood up to pick up the dropped pencil. You got furious when the bitch showed her ass in full view to Steve and he smiled.

Bang!

The teacher's hand slammed on the desk and ordered the student to sit down. While happy that Kelly had been scolded, you were still enraged by the disgusting act she had made in front of your lover.

She wanted to keep Harrington around her finger tight. But it wouldn't be like that.

Class was finally over and Kelly slipped out of class quickly. Steve on the other hand did the same, no longer wanting to be in Mrs. Daphne's class.

"Williams" The teacher called you. “Can you kindly give these to Kelly?” You nodded taking the papers. You went looking for the high-heeled bitch and when you found her you felt extremely hot with jealousy. She had given a kiss on Steve's tender cheek and so before doing anything else you threw her papers in the bin, so that next time she would get her first bad grade of her fucking perfect life.

You went to take refuge in the schoolyard. You wanted to cry but you couldn't, you didn't even understand the reason for this sadness. You needed some advice, but your friends were absent today, so you had no one to vent to. After a long walk you came across the phone that was outside the school, and you took a chance, dialing the home number.

You had good parents. Seriously, they always cared about you, and maybe too much. To the questions "Mom, why do I feel sad? Should I give him away or do I feel so bad?" She replied "No, no, no. Don't choke darling" her sweet tone suggested you not to get caught up in insecurities and negative thoughts. You heard mumbling and your heart filled with joy, your father intervened "Take her by the throat" the phrase at that moment began to echo in your head. The two argued for a bit and you ended the call thinking about your father's words.

You would have waited for recess to make her pay...

That's how it went.

You would have done as your father told you. You would get revenge for what she put you through. She had chosen the wrong person to ruin the day of and your eyes darkened when in the courtyard she stole the letter that was for Steve, tearing it into pieces. You lost your temper.

Her face was messed up and your hands were bloody. Her entire perfect appearance had become hideous, full of bruises, blood and mud. The people around you continued to cheer you on, no one did anything to stop the fight, they were spectators after all...no one cares who gets hurt, as long as there is entertainment everyone is good at watching and enjoying the scene.

Your hands were around her neck, your knees pressed into her arms so as not to make her move. You heard someone yell, and you looked up to see Steve's figure approaching the crowd and an adult behind them.

The teacher broke you up after you broke her. And you saw Steve, your one true love call you a monster...

You didn't have time to react, you were both sent to the principal. Kelly was very injured while you, besides your messy hair, only had a few scratches and a bloody lip.

You were both expelled, but that didn't matter to you now, your parents wouldn't have minded. You should have gone to Steve.

After you were treated in the infirmary you thanked the woman and ran to find Harrington. You found him in front of his locker with Carol and Tommy.

"Steve!" You ran to him, not caring about the looks of the two lovers behind you. He made a face that wasn't what you expected, he looked bored. Surely the earlier fight must have upset him.

"Hey..."

"Look, I'm sorry about what happened today. But I just wanted to talk to you" He shook his head "Okay" Tommy and Carol exchanged a sly look as they did so.

"I...I don't want to be friends with you anymore" you started and Steve almost looked at you speechless "I would like to be something more than just a friend. I've always liked you and I would like to stay by your side for the rest of my days" two friends behind you remained speechless, from your corny declaration to say the least "I love you Steve" your eyes shone with hope while from Tommy and Carol's mouths came an "Ohhhhh" accompanied by a giggle.

Steve fixed his quiff but his look was always bored or unconvinced "Wow...a beautiful love declaration Williams, but I'm sorry" the light of hope went out in your eyes looking at the lines of his face "Aww, Stevie don't do that, the princess might feel bad about it" said Carol "I didn't know that princesses got blood on their hands" He looked at you making you feel guilty. You hated Kelly, and half the school enjoyed seeing her face smashed into the ground, so why should he be the only one who worried about her? “Come on man, Kelly is a real bitch,” Tommy said.

"Exactly, in short, the princess did well in my opinion" Carol smiled.

"It's true" he stated looking at the two, and then looked at your stony face "But if you think that now you are better than her you are very wrong Williams" he said and then left while Tommy and Carol continued to laugh.

"We're sorry princess!" Carol shouted while her boyfriend laughed "Ohh Steve Harrington scolded a poor little girl, what a cruel man" Steve rolled his eyes as his voice became more and more distant "Come on man stop it! I'm not intrigued by hypocritical girls" Your heart broke in two.

Tears fell from your face as the laughter even though far away made you feel sick.

You came home crying with a hurt heart. Not only were you rejected, you were also made fun of.

This was the worst day of your life.

[a-d-nox]

Feedback: thank you so much for letting me play. I’m so appreciative, because I’ve been trying to learn about the different orbs. But the information is so limited or the websites charge. Everything you said is spot on. I definitely feel like my romantic situation is moving at all. I haven’t had any actual adult romantic relationships. But hearing that the universe is just using this time to teach me lessons that I’ll need for my lifetime partner puts me at ease. Everything you said about my ideal partner is so accurate. It’s like you’re in my brain. I like people who are very open and believe in constant communication to get to know each other better and to make sure that everyone’s feelings are being displayed/heard. I like that he be someone that’s always changing. I think that’s important for growth and can help me grow as well. I also like them being intuitive. It’s good that the person will not fear much, because I constantly fear so much. Which makes it hard for me to make decisions because I fear change and making the wrong choice. I think it’s sweet that this person would possibly help with my dreams. But since I’m so indecisive I don’t even know if I have dreams or goals. I’ll remember to take your advice and chose Devine love and not rush for instant gratification. Also learning how to be masculine and feminine. I feel like people always say the wives have to be serving and submissive because mean aren’t attracted to the opposite. So I worry about not being feminine enough especially because I come from a family dynamic where my mom was the masculine leader of the house. So, I don’t know if I’d naturally mimic that. But at the same time I fear being solely masculine because I seen how my mom having to be the only leader in her relationship has stressed her out and put her in survival mode. She’s hyper independent, and constantly complains about wising that someone could save her instead of her having to save others. But she doesn’t even allow help. So, I definitely need to learn have to have balance, and we both in the relationship are both in equal measure. I’ll remember to show mutual respect and to communicate my feelings and worries. So I won’t grow resentful. Thank you so much !!! You’re so good at this, and are extremely knowledgeable. You’ve taught me so much today. I’m so grateful❤️. Thank you for you time. I look forward to experiencing all of your gifts/talents that your bring to this tumblr community. Congratulations again on your milestone. I know so many more followers are to come. I’m happy to be apart of your asteroid family😊.

of course! we are here learning together; i am glad that i could help you with your specific case during this game!! i do hear you; a lot of the matrix information is in russian - so accessibility is tricky for sure! lmao would you believe this isn't the first time someone has said i am in their head while reading their matrix?? i understand what you mean regarding the fem/masc scenario - my core number is 6, so i have to deal with healthy balance too. i was raised by a single mom so i understand what the model of an independent / strong-will woman does to societal expectations that women should be submissive and meek. i have come to understand that woman can do anything and don't need to rely on men, but no woman is an island - humans were meant to interact with one another. it's okay to need help or want someone to hold your hand as you walk through life together. i have faith you will come to figure out what works best for your 6 too! you're welcome! thank you for helping me celebrate 2k and for being here!

a.d. <3

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