Sometimes I'd Like To Infodump About My Drs But I Literally Don't Know Where To Start

I wanna write/see someone write a city girl!Wanda x country girl!Reader?

how am i supposed act normal around my s/o in my dr when i literally turn into a giggling and blushing mess at just the MENTION of her 😔😔

This looks orgasmic

They both do.

Energy manipulation

Ergokinesis - The user can freely create, shape, project, absorb, and manipulate energy, they possess complete control over energy the capacity or ability to cause change or do work.

Energy absorption - The user can absorb various forms of energy, while removing it from the source, into their body and use it in various ways, gaining some form of advantage.

Energy channeling - The user can become a medium and harness energy and use it for a variety of purposes.

Adaptive energy - User can create and manipulate energy to such an extent that they can change its frequency at will. They can scan energies either consciously or subconsciously and use it to energize their powers.

Energy conversion - The user can absorb and convert one form of energy into another form.

Energy generation - The user can generate different kinds of energies of their choosing, making it an offensive weapon in time of need.

Energy projection - The user can emit/project energy in a variety of shapes and forms, such as waves, blasts, auras, etc.

Ergo-telekinesis - The user can move, manipulate or otherwise interact with matter/energy using energy manipulation.

Energy empowerment - User becomes stronger, faster, more durable, etc. when they come into contact with energy, possibly unlocking abilities related to the affinity and enhancing their existing powers.

Energy mimicry - The user is made up of or can transform their body completely into energy. A user's transformed form is anatomically identical to their normal form, aside of being made of energy.

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˗ˏˋ120 THINGS TO DO IN YOUR HARRY POTTER DR´ˎ˗

I've broken this into sections to make it easier to digest. Some of these I found on an old Amino post but most of them I came up with myself. Feel free to script or do any of these things in your DR.

FIRST THINGS TO DO

1. 𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐫

2. 𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

3. 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦

4. 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 (𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬) 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐎𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝

5. 𝐆𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩

6. 𝐆𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭

7. 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

8. 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬

9. 𝐆𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩

10. 𝐓𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞)

11. 𝐓𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞)

Exploration

12. 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬

13. 𝐅𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

14 𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

15. 𝐆𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

16. 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

17. 𝐆𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰

18. 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞

19. 𝐏𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐊𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞

20. 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞

21. 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝/𝐆𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

22. 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭

23. 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬

24. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐞𝐫

25. 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰

26. 𝐆𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬

27. 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐙𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐨𝐬

28. 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜

29. 𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 (𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬)

30. 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

31. 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐬

32. 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

Curriculum

33. 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥

34. 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

35. 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

36. 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

37. 𝐒𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

38. 𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭

39. 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

40. 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬

41. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬

42. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛

43. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐮𝐞𝐥

44. 𝐓𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭

Relationships

45. 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

46. 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐟

47. 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐫

48. 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬

49. 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐝

50. 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠

51. 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐔𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞

52. 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐬

53. 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

54. 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞

55. 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐬

56. 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐟’𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧

57. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝟓𝟎𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

58. 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 (𝐑𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞)

Future/Career

59. 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝

60. 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭

61. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞

62. 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞

63. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐬

64. 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞

65. 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐤

66. 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝

67. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐰𝐥 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧/𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥

68. 𝐎𝐰𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞

69. 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤/ 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫

70. 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝/𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬)

71. 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐫

72. 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐖𝐍 (𝐖𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤)

73. 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫/𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

74. 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐞

Miscellaneous Mischief

75. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬' 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬

76. 𝐆𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭

77. 𝐀𝐝𝐝 𝐝é𝐜𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐬

78. 𝐀𝐝𝐝 𝐝é𝐜𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐬

79. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

80. 𝐆𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞

81. 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥

82. 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

83. 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬

84. 𝐁𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲

85. 𝐁𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐫

86. 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞)

87. 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲

88. 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬

89. 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

90. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐮𝐞𝐥

91. 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐞 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞)

92. 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐜𝐡'𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞

93. 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝

94. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝/𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

95. 𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 (𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩)

96. 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤

Other

97. 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐦

98. 𝐃𝐨/𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜

99. 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥

100. 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

101. 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 (𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬)

102. 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭

103. 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

104. 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐬

105. 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩

106. 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭 𝐚 𝐏𝐲𝐠𝐦𝐲 𝐏𝐮𝐟𝐟

107. 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

108. 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐬

109. 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐮𝐩

110. 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲

111. 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞

112. 𝐒𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚 (𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬)

113. 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞

114. 𝐆𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐘𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭

115. 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞

116. 𝐁𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡

117. 𝐁𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡

118. 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬

119. 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

120. 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬

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currently thinking about standing at melissa's classroom doorway unbeknownst to her. it's her free period and she's sitting at her desk with her earbuds in listening to her playlist and she's grading her students' worksheets. while she's reading, she's tapping her foot to the beat and mouthing the lyrics, completely absorbed in the song. she moves her shoulders and bops her head, doing a little dance in her chair while i stand there leading against the doorway admiring her.

i don't say anything, only giggling at my girlfriend's happy state and returning to my own classroom, smiling to myself

(she was listening to this btw)

𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐈 [𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍]

PAIRINGS — Violet Bridgerton x fem!seamstress!Reader

SUMMARY — Madame Delacroix expands her business with a French seamstress and Violet is the first customer.

WORD COUNT — 6.2K

WARNINGS — 18+ NSFW MDNI, it’s just gay sex guys idk what to tell you, French dialogue used throughout (minimally but context helps explain)

NOTE — I feel obligated to tell you that this fic is in part inspired by a song I listen to on repeat, although I don’t think the French guys that wrote it realized it would be the catalyst for a sapphic fanfic

Lady Violet Bridgerton was never one for last minute endeavours. That wasn’t to say she didn’t appreciate a little spontaneity every now and again, but surely she preferred when things were planned and she was prepared. 

So it shocked her, of all things, that she could be the reason for her own unpreparedness. In reality, her family’s circumstances — with Francesca’s departure to Scotland, Anthony and Kate’s travels to India, and Colin and Penelope’s honeymoon — were the real cause of her scattered brain, but she still blamed herself of course. 

It was with a very apologetic look that she entered the modiste, hopeful that Madame Delacroix might be able to fit her in for a last minute appointment so that she could have a dress made for an upcoming ball. 

“Unfortunately, I will not be able to help you, Lady Bridgerton,” the seamstress said and Violet cursed internally, “but I have a colleague who has just arrived from France to help me since business has been so-err plentiful.” 

“Oh!” Violet was pleasantly surprised, blinking her eyes a few times, thinking something was better than nothing at this point. “Would she be able to see me?” 

“She is just getting settled, but I am sure she can make some time for a very loyal customer who I am sure has been just as busy as me recently,” Madame Delacroix gave Violet a friendly smile which was bashfully returned. 

She asked Violet to wait for a moment, going to the back where Violet could hear some quiet chatter before Madame Delacroix returned with you by her side. 

“Lady Bridgerton, this is Madame Bisset.” 

Violet had to remind herself to move her head up and down in a polite nod, her eyes glued so intensely to yours. She wouldn’t be surprised if her mouth was slightly agape like that of a fish, but she could have sworn she’d never seen anything as beautiful in her entire life.

“I have a space upstairs,” you explained. “It is still a little messy. I hope you do not mind.” 

“I-” Violet’s voice came out strained and she coughed and cleared her throat. “No, that will not be a problem.” 

“Perfect, right this way, Madame,” you motioned for her to follow you, going into the back of the shop, climbing up a set of narrow stairs until you reached the top, revealing to Violet another workspace she hadn’t seen before. 

Like you had already mentioned, it was a little rough around the edges, fabric was still pouring out of boxes, a few mannequins were tucked away in the corner, but there was a nice carpeted area in the middle of the room with a raised platform and a large mirror.

“Um, Madame Delacroix said you came from France recently,” Violet found herself beginning to talk. 

“Yes, I arrived just one week ago,” you explained. “I heard there is quite the market for dress making in London and I was looking for a bit of a change.” 

“I hope you enjoy it here,” Violet smiled. “Lord knows the ton cannot get enough of a good modiste.” 

“That is what I am relying on.” you chuckled, and motioned for her to step up on the platform. “Now, what is it you are looking for, Lady Bridgerton?” 

“Just an evening gown, for an upcoming ball,” she said, finding herself unable to break her gaze from you, watching as you brought out a measuring tape and looked through some boxes of fabric. 

“Any preferences?” you asked. “We just had this lovely fabric come in, I think it would look quite stunning on you.” 

Once you had found it, you pulled it out of the box with a smile and came to drape it over Violet’s shoulder so she could see it on herself. You smoothed out the fabric along her front and she almost felt herself stagger back at the gentle and light pressure over her chest and midsection. 

“What do you think?” 

She blinked a few times, like she was trying to get her eyes to work again, taking in the blushy pink fabric with darker pink paisley embroidery. 

“Yes, it’s quite nice,” her voice came out a whisper. 

“Perfect,” you smiled. “Then I will take your measurements and you can be on your way.” 

Measurements. Violet wasn’t sure if she’d be able to make it through that. 

There was something electric about your touch, even when your fingers were simply hovering over her, she could feel sparks sending signals to her heart, beating faster until she could hear it pounding in her ears. 

Violet had always known attraction to be strong and forceful, but this was bordering on violent. 

She watched as you adjusted the measuring tape in your hands, first starting with the length from her shoulder to her ankle. You worked with much concentration and diligence, and for that Violet was grateful, because it meant that maybe you wouldn’t notice how each time she felt your hands against her she would have to centre herself and remind herself how to breathe, repeating the words in and out over and over again in her head. 

Eventually, you needed to take the measurements for her hips and bust and Violet knew if she didn’t distract herself somehow she might faint. 

“Um when will I-uh need to come in for adjustments?” she asked, just as your hands wrapped the tape from around her back to the front of her chest. 

“Currently you are my only customer,” you said. “I believe two days will be more than enough time for me to finish. After the adjustments are done I can have the dress sent to Bridgerton house if that is agreeable.” 

“Oh, um, no there is no need for that,” she shook her head. “I can pick it up. The home is quiet nowadays with most of my children off in every corner of Lord knows where,” she chuckled nervously. “It’s nice to get out of the house and get some fresh air, perhaps get some tea, go for a stroll.” 

“Yes of course, whatever suits you, Madame,” you nodded your head. “And I believe we are finished for today.” 

Violet gave you a sheepish smile and stepped down from the platform. 

“Thank you, Madame Bisset. I am not normally this-uh disorganized,” she explained. “I promise next time I will plan things much better.” 

“Lady Bridgerton, I love what I do, really it is no trouble. Come any time to see me.” 

Violet lightly chewed on the side of her bottom lip, looking down at her feet, her hands moving to her stomach, perhaps to remind herself that she was standing. 

“I will keep that in mind,” she nodded and wished you a final goodbye before walking down the stairs and exiting the modiste, grateful now for the air outside more than she thought she had ever been in her life. 

—

Two days later, Violet returned anxiously for her alterations. When she entered the modiste she was surprised to see you already downstairs, looking through some drawers for something. 

You heard the ring of the shop bell and looked up from where you were hunched over, a welcoming smile gracing your face. 

“Lady Bridgerton,” you greeted.

“Madame Bisset, it is good to see you.” 

Her mind drifted back to the image of you moments ago, bent over an open drawer. It certainly was good to see you. 

“Did I drop in at a bad time?” she asked. 

“Not at all, I was just getting some lace for the hem of the dress and around the sleeves and neckline. I thought it might be nice to try, no?” 

Violet nodded, she would simply say yes to anything that either gave her an excuse to be with you longer or to come back more often. 

You led her upstairs to your workspace again, and this time when she entered she realized it was noticeably cleaner and more organized than last time. 

Boxes were replaced by racks of fabrics and shelves had been uncovered to host a myriad of little things, all of which she was sure you’d find use for in due time. 

“Should I help with the dress, Madame?” you motioned to her outfit and Violet gulped. 

“Y-yes, I suppose that would be…necessary,” she nodded her head and you moved to close the door for the workspace and lock it to ensure privacy while Violet stood up on the slightly raised platform in front of the mirror. 

You had come to stand behind her, your fingers carefully fitting themselves between her sleeve and shoulder, helping her slip one arm out at a time before pulling it down slightly over her chest and guiding the fabric to the ground so she could step out of it. 

It was something she’d done in front of other women countless times, but never had she felt this vulnerable and exposed. She looked down and saw the hairs on her arm stand on end, only to be followed by a slight jolt when she felt your hand against her corseted waist.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized with a chuckle. “I just need…” your voice trailed off as you looked down at her feet and she realized she needed to step out of her dress. 

A rosy colour quickly made its way onto her cheeks as she stepped out of her dress so you could hang it up for her and bring the new dress for her to try on. 

She stepped into the pink fabric and tried to make sure her body made no involuntary movements as she felt your hands graze along her sides, helping each bare arm slip into a sleeve, now finally covered again. 

“Hmm,” you stood in front of her and analyzed the way the fabric fit. “It is a little loose here, no?” you asked, tightening the fabric around her chest slightly so that it was more in line with the shape of her corset. 

“I suppose, maybe, yes,” she nodded, “I-I’m sorry, but do you have any water?” Violet asked.”I-I’m feeling a little parched.” 

“Oh of course,” you nodded, letting go of her dress and walking to a pitcher and some glasses you had set to the side, filling one up for her before bringing it back. 

She tried her best to drink it graciously, but there was nothing more she wanted to do than down the whole glass in one shot. Once she was finished, you took the glass from her and set it aside, picking up the lace you had brought up with you, to present your suggestion.

“I was thinking maybe we can put it around the hem of the dress, like this,” you showed her, bending down and lifting the skirt just slightly to tuck some of the lace under it so it was peeking throughout the bottom. 

“Oh,” Violet raised her brows as she looked in the mirror. “I actually quite like that.” 

“So do I,” you nodded, standing back up, “And I thought maybe the arms…” 

You tried the same thing with the sleeves and, again, it suited the look of the dress. Lastly, you placed it around the neckline, moving to hold it up from behind her so she could see. 

Violet thought at that moment it was probably better not to breathe at all considering if she did, with the restriction of her corset her heaving chest would be quite obvious. 

“Mmm, je n’aime pas ça,” you shook your head, your voice soft and close to her ear. 

“I-I’m sorry?” 

Violet had spent most of her younger years learning French, but for some reason, the entirety of the language had escaped her. 

“I do not like the lace here,” you switched back to English, removing the lace and pulling the fabric a little tighter around her bust, pinning it in place with the pins from your pin cushion. “It is better like this.” 

“You think so?” she asked quietly, feeling herself swallow harshly after she finished speaking. 

“I know so, Madame,” you nodded. “Why would one hide such perfect skin?” 

Violet looked in the mirror at what you were referring to, her chest littered with freckles and spots. 

“I hardly think it is perfect,” she shook her head. 

“It would be like covering a starry sky with clouds,” you offered. “One cannot gaze at the stars and wonder about the universe on a cloudy night.” 

Violet chuckled nervously and looked down at the floor for a moment.

“Madame Bisset, I think you mistake how many people are gazing.”

“You would be surprised,” you gently placed your hand on her arm, rubbing up and down in a reassuring motion. 

She could feel the fabric of the sleeves move against her arm in response to your touch and it caused a warmth to spread in the pit of her stomach. 

You moved to grab a container with a few more pins and began seeing where adjustments needed to be made and dealt with the fabric accordingly. Violet felt herself easily growing restless, her fingers fiddling around with the small bits of thread sticking out of the end of the sleeves. 

“So, um, where does the name Bisset come from? What I mean to say is what area of France?” she quickly clarified. 

“Bisset does not belong to a region,” you explained. “It means one who weaves.” 

“Oh, how fitting,” Violet hummed. 

“It is not my real name,” you admitted. “Just something I picked up for work.” 

Violet bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to let her curiosity get the best of her, but when she heard your quiet chuckle from behind her, she tried to turn her head to look back at you. 

“What is it?” 

“It is okay, you want to know what my name actually is,” you said. “You can ask.” 

And so she did, and for the first time she heard your name. She tested it in her own voice, like she was savouring having your name on her tongue, burned into her mind. 

“Mine is Violet,” she said quietly. 

“Violet,” your French pronunciation of her name made her feel a shiver behind her neck, or maybe that was simply your breath against her skin. “Un nom joli pour une personne même plus jolie.”

Violet blushed at your admission, and you grinned. 

“So you understand me then?” 

She nodded her head. 

“Then what did I say?” you teased her a little, while adding a few more pins, now along the length of the sleeves. 

Violet looked at you as if to ask if you were really going to make her say it out loud, and when you didn’t seem to back down she caved. 

“You said that it was a beautiful name for a beautiful person,” she said before pressing her lips together. 

“Close,” you looked up at her. “A beautiful name for an even more beautiful person.” 

“You flatter me too much,” Violet shook her head. 

“In my experience, a dress is only as beautiful as the person wearing it,” you said. “It is always a pleasure to make something for someone who shines just as brightly as the fine fabrics and silks. Even more so when they believe it.” 

You put in the last pin and looked content with your work. 

“I should have this ready by tomorrow,” you told her. “You still wish to pick it up?” 

“Yes,” she nodded with a smile. 

“Alright, let me help you change so that you can be on your way.” 

Carefully, you helped Violet take off the dress, conscious to make sure none of the pins pricked her, and after she stepped out of the dress, you put it on your work table, getting what dress she came with and helping her slip back into it. 

“I will see you tomorrow then, in the afternoon, in case anything comes up,” you said and she smiled. 

“Tomorrow afternoon it is, Madame.” 

“Au revoir,” you gave her a small wave and again, she held her hands against her stomach. 

“Au revoir.” 

—

Violet wasn’t sure she’d ever gotten so many compliments on a dress as she had on what you’d made for her. There was something new and cutting about it and much to her surprise, it became very hard to book an appointment with either you or Madame Delacroix afterwards. 

News had spread to the rest of the ton of you and your talents, and everyone wanted a piece. 

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that Violet managed to get herself in for another appointment, needing a dress for a wedding along with a few odds and ends she thought with all this uncertainty she may as well get done now.

When she arrived at the modiste, it was overflowing with people. She never thought she had seen it so busy and she wondered if it was really all from that simple pink dress. Although the dress itself wasn’t necessarily simple, it was elegant in its style, its function, and of course, it had a certain je ne sais quoi.

“Lady Bridgerton,” you grinned, seeing Violet enter the shop. “I believe I have you to thank for all this business. Both Genviève and I do.” 

“Oh, I didn’t do any of the work,” she shook her head. “I simply wore it.” 

“And you wore it well, which is half of the battle,” you chuckled. “Come, I am always happy to see my favourite customer.” 

Violet’s heart warmed when you called her your favourite, a sense of pride overcoming her. Still out of all of the young debutantes and busy mamas, she somehow remained at the top of your list. 

When you arrived at your workspace, closing the door behind you and walking further inside and let out a small breath of air, a bright smile came over your face. 

“How can I help you today?” 

“I need a dress for a wedding,” she began, “along with a few other things.” 

“Such as?” you pressed. 

“Some clothes for the country, a few dresses for home, and some new night clothes. I was thinking perhaps a robe and a nightgown or two.” 

“Madame, you are keeping my hands busy,” you smiled. “Now I already have the measurements I will need for the dress, so we can pick fabrics, then maybe I can show you some things I have already made in case something catches your eye and we can make alterations and then fill in any gaps after.” 

“Sounds splendid to me,” she nodded. 

“Parfait,” you grinned and clapped your hands together. “What colour are you thinking for the dress you will wear to the wedding?” 

“I usually stick to blue,” she said. “It was the colour my late husband’s family used a lot, but…” she paused. 

“You’re thinking of something else,” you put your hands on your hips. “Purple.” 

“How did you know?” she looked at you a little astounded, a small chuckle coming past her lips, lacing her words with a certain playfulness. 

“A suspicion,” you shrugged with a teasing wink. “Now light or dark?”

“Light, it is getting warmer outside after all.” 

You rummaged through some things and pulled out a few swatches of fabric for her to choose from. 

“They are all nice,” Violet chewed on her lip while trying to decide. “What do you think?” 

You took a long look at the collection in front of you and then looked up at Violet, sizing up each swatch to the woman in front of you, fabricating the dress in your mind’s eye until you figured out which one you liked the most.

“This one, I think.”

You held out a simple silky fabric for her. 

“I can add something to it, a design, some beads,” you said. “But I like this colour on you.” 

“I will leave it up to you,” she said. “I am sure I will be happy with whatever you make. Surely, the rest of the ton is.” 

You chuckled and placed the fabric back down. 

“Now some of those other things,” you motioned for her to follow you. 

You showed her a few dresses to see what ones she might be interested in taking with her to the country. Some were made with simple cotton for days spent resting inside the house in the off season. Once she had decided which she liked, you set them aside to make sure they were properly fitted for her. 

“And nightclothes?” you asked. “What about something like this?” 

You pulled out a particularly sheer gown, probably meant for someone on their honeymoon, or maybe at the very least with someone to share it with. 

“Um,  I am not sure I am the right fit for that,” she chuckled nervously, knowing her resolve with you already wore thin, hoping you would accept her reasoning and move on to something more modest. 

“Why not?” you asked.

“I am a widow, Madame, I wouldn’t have anyone to wear it for,” she said truthfully. 

“You could wear it for yourself,” you said. 

Violet tilted her head and blinked, “Myself?” 

“Ben oui,” you nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Who said you have to wear something for someone else?” 

Violet chewed on her cheek. She supposed she wasn’t really wearing anything for anyone but herself at the moment. 

“It is okay to wear something that makes you feel beautiful even if you are the only one to see it,” you reassured her. “If you do not think you would feel beautiful in this, now that is something different.” 

Violet pressed her lips together. It had been so long since she had worn something other than a simple cotton nightdress, but there was something alluring about wearing something that matched her desire, even if she would end up being the only one to see it. 

“And the fitting for this?” she asked. 

“We could do it right now, if you wish,” you said. 

“L-Like for alterations?” she looked at you wide-eyed.

“Mhmm,” you nodded, draping the dress over your arm, ignoring her surprise. 

She looked between the dress and herself a few times, contemplating whether or not she should do it, or more, whether she could handle it. 

Wearing it for herself was one thing, but wearing it in front of you was something else. 

She nervously scratched behind her ear, thinking in her mind that it might be best to pass on this for the moment, but when she opened her mouth to speak, she said,

“Alright then.” 

You smiled and turned to go back to where you would do the alterations and Violet blinked hard, processing what had just left her mouth. 

“Are you coming, Madame?” 

Violet looked over at you and nodded, slowly walking over to the platform. 

Similar to before, you helped her out of her dress, and she stood in front of you again in her corset and undergarments, but this time after her dress was placed off to the side, your fingers nimbly worked on the laces on her back, deftly loosening the material and unravelling it until it was loose around her. 

Violet, not quite ready to let go, held it up from the front, noticing her breathing becoming shakier by the second. 

“I can take that for you,” you extended your hand out for her corset and she swallowed thickly. 

It took her a few moments to remember how to work her hands again, carefully peeling the material away from her chest and handing it to you, unsure of what to do with her arms before deciding her best option was to cross them over her chest. 

When you returned, you came to stand in front of Violet, the nightgown in your hands, ready to help her put it on. You looked down at her crossed arms then back up at her blue eyes and her cheeks flushed before moving her hands and lifting them above her head so you could slip the fabric over her. 

The hem of the dress stopped at her knees, much shorter than anything she was used to wearing. The slight blue colour almost enhanced the sheerness of the fabric and Violet tried to take it all in, running a hand down her midsection, noticing how she could see her bellybutton.

She tried not to focus on how she could feel your gaze burning into what felt like her very soul. 

“What do you think of the fit?” she asked quietly. 

You pursed your lips. 

“I like how it fits around here,” you ran your hands along both sides of her waist down to her hips. “Less, up here.”

Your hands migrated to the fabric barely covering her breasts and she could have sworn she let out a small squeak, feeling your fingers brush against her. Her suspicion was confirmed when you spoke. 

“Everything alright, Madame?” you looked up at her. 

“Fine,” she whispered. 

“T’es sûre?” you murmured, stepping a little closer and adjusting the straps over her shoulders. 

“Mhmm,” she almost whimpered, pressing her lips together and looking up at the ceiling. “I’m fine, it is just a little chilly up here,” she said. “You know when you get cold, you um…you feel things more.” 

You nodded your head. 

“That is not to say it was cold before, I am just cold now because-” 

“Tais toi.” 

Violet blinked. 

“Excuse me?” 

“You heard me,” you looked up at her and placed a finger under her chin. “I said tais toi.” 

Despite Violet’s shock that you had essentially told her to shut up, she found herself speaking still.

“Really?” she began. “You won’t even use le vous poli?” she asked, referring to your less polite and more informal grammar choice. 

“Why would I use that when everything I want to do to you is very, very impolite?” you whispered, merely millimeters away from her mouth, your breath mingling with hers. 

Violet wasn’t sure what overcame her, she grabbed your hands, placing them over her breasts, her mouth agape as shaky breaths fanned over your face. 

With that permission, you brushed your thumbs on top of the fabric, over her nipples, her whimper deliciously clouding your senses, encouraging you to do it again. 

“If you are really so set on wearing this for someone,” you gripped her tighter, eliciting a surprised gasp, your lips travelling closer to her ear. “You could wear it for me, ma belle.” 

Violet hummed and leaned her head against yours, feeling you move along her until your foreheads were pressed together, noses brushing against each other. 

“We shouldn’t,” Violet breathed. 

“We shouldn’t,” you shook your head, still moving closer until you captured her lips with yours. Her hands found their way to your waist, narrowly avoiding your pin cushion, pulling you against her, your thumbs still gently massaging over her breasts, content hums and soft moans echoing in your mouth as you kissed her. 

When you pulled away, you pressed your forehead against Violet’s again, your eyes shut. 

“You have another appointment don’t you?” Violet whispered and you nodded and she had to bite back the whine that wanted to escape. 

“Come back tonight,” you murmured, your hands moving to hold both sides of Violet’s face, a reassurance. “Two doors down.” 

“W-What would I tell my carriage driver?” 

“Pick your most discreet one,” you whispered, pressing your lips to hers again in a much softer kiss. 

She nodded her head and when you pulled apart further and she opened her eyes, she could see you smiling back at her and she thought if you were so certain, maybe everything would be okay. 

It wasn’t until much later in the evening when Violet was standing outside your door, waiting for you to come and open it, that the reality of the situation fully set on her. She was caught in such a haze before, her stomach swirling with an all consuming nausea that was almost delightful. 

She felt her arms wrapping around herself tighter, nervously looking around to make sure there were no unwanted eyes watching her, until she heard the door open in front of her, bringing her attention back to the present. 

You were quick to wordlessly take her hand and bring her inside, closing the door behind you. 

“You are tense,” you remarked, holding her hand in both of yours, gently massaging its back with your thumbs. 

Violet was unsure of what to expect, but she did know wherever this led, she wanted to follow it, to chase that staggering violent feeling until she couldn’t take it any more. 

“I just didn’t want anyone to see,” she whispered. “I am fine.” 

You smiled. “Bien.” 

You helped her take off her cloak, biting your bottom lip when you saw what she was wearing underneath. 

“C’est jolie,” you hummed. “But I think I am more excited to see what is underneath.” 

Violet chuckled nervously, feeling a certain heat come to her cheeks. She let herself be pulled into you when you took your hand in hers, melting into the kiss that followed, allowing you to lead her through the hallway and into what she assumed was a bedroom. 

Her suspicions were fully confirmed when she felt the back of her legs hit a plush mattress, making her fall back, only to be gently lowered the rest of the way by you, now leaning over top of her. 

“W-Wait,” Violet whispered.

“Hmm?” you looked at her patiently. “Ça va?”

“What happens next?” she asked. 

“Do you want me to explain it to you?”

You tilted your head to look at her and she nodded. 

“First I take this off,” you murmured, working at the series of ribbons in the front of her dress that kept it tied shut. 

She watched as you undid each one, single handedly, revealing more and more of her bare skin until your hand came and fully pushed both parts of the fabric aside, leaving her exposed in front of you. 

“Then I listen,” you kissed her jaw. “Your breathing, your body, it…tells me things.” 

One hand moved to cup her breast and she sighed. 

“Like that,” you smiled. “And I follow that, I see where it takes me.”

You pinched her nipple between your thumb and pointer finger and she arched slightly into your touch. Carefully, you twisted it between your fingers, your mouth trailing its kisses down her neck and chest, until eventually your mouth replaced your fingers, tongue swirling and teeth grazing against the soft and sensitive flesh. 

Violet let out a breath of air, a whine caught in the back of her throat as she arched further into you, her hand coming to hold your head against her. 

With a gentle kiss, you paused your mouth’s movements, taking your hand from where it rested against her waist, dragging it across her stomach. 

“Next,” you began, “No, it is too vulgar in English,” you shook your head. 

“Tell me in French,” she begged. “Dit-le moi, s’il vous plaît.” 

You smiled and kissed her breast again. 

“Since you asked so nicely.” 

Your finger trailed a little lower, now tracing lines across the base of her stomach, the skin there soft and stretched from many pregnancies, and oh so precious. 

“Je prends mes doigts,” your fingers moved even lower, the blood pumping to Violet’s head so fast she thought she might faint. “Et je les appuie ici.”

“Oh!” she moaned, her head turned to the side, your thumb firmly against her, massaging in slow tantalizing and tortuous circles.

“Mais, je préfère les mettre comme ça.” 

Violet gasped, your name on her lips as she felt your fingers inside her, beginning a slow and steady pace that her body seemed to match with the movement of her hips. 

“Is this good, or do you want more?” you asked her, not stopping the movement of your hand and fingers. 

“More, please,” she breathed. 

“En Français, ma belle.” 

“S-S’il vous plaît.” 

“Bien sûre,” you smiled and increased your pace, fingers carefully searching until they found the intense response they were seeking from Violet. 

“There,” she nodded her head, eyes squeezed shut. “Mmm.” 

She pressed her lips together so tightly you could have sworn they went white. 

You listened to her instructions, continuing to work at that spot, leaning over top of her, feeling her breathing pick up with each fan of warm breath over your face. You pressed a few kisses to her jaw, your ear right next to her mouth, listening intently as breathing turned into moans that didn’t stop. 

You could feel the heat radiating off of every part of her, clouding your own senses, encouraging you further to push her over that edge, eager movements guiding her until her mind went blissfully blank, her back arched towards you while you slowed your hand, her breathing much more ragged than before until you carefully removed your fingers. 

Wiping them carefully on the sheets next to her, you then took her face in your hand, pressing a slow kiss to her lips. 

Violet hummed into your lips, like she wanted to say something so you pulled away, watching her finally open her eyes once more. 

“Can I?” she whispered. 

“Can you what, chèrie?” 

“Do that for you?” she asked. “Teach me.” 

You grinned, leaning down and capturing her lips in another kiss. 

When you pulled apart this time, she pushed herself up on her forearms, watching as you moved to sit next to her. She knew the first step, her hand brushing against the sleeve of your nightgown, pushing it off your shoulder, studying how your skin felt against her fingers. 

You took your arm out of your sleeve and waited for her to do the same with the opposite side before tugging the sides down until the fabric pooled at your hips. 

She leaned in to kiss you, guiding you to lie back on the mattress before her hands came back to the fabric, pulling it completely off of you. 

She took a moment to admire you in front of her, feeling that same intense pull towards you as she did when you had first become acquainted. 

With her lips against yours once more, she hooked her fingers around the top of your underwear, pulling it down as her lips detached from yours so she could finish the job. 

She leaned over top of you, her brown hair falling in waves on either side of her head, the soft fabric of her robe-like dress, creating a curtain around her, but her body still on full display for you. 

You couldn’t help but reach out and snake a hand around her waist, your thumb brushing back and forth in small motions. 

“Tell me,” she whispered. “What do I do next?” 

You moved your hand up from her waist tracing along her side and down her arm, until her wrist was in your hands. 

“You can touch me here.”  

You placed her hand on your breast. “Or here.” 

Your hand moved hers lower, only hovering over your core. 

“Or anywhere that feels right when you listen.” 

She nodded her head slowly, your hand finishing its guidance as she watched with bated breath, your eyes closed anticipatorily, small shaky breaths coming past your lips as her fingers made contact and you finally let go of her wrist. 

Violet tucked some of her hair behind her ear with her free hand before letting herself feel and explore you. 

She paid close attention, listening to what sounds filled the air, a small smile coming to her lips when you moaned her name. 

She moved so her thumb replaced her fingers, continuing to brush against that spot that seemed to make your face twist and contort in beautiful ways she’d never seen before. 

Violet became curious, her other hand moving to cup your breast, brushing her thumb over your nipple, noticing the new reaction it had brought, a groan and a plea for more. 

Both of her thumbs worked in tandem on different parts of your body, pulling your focus in two directions, back and forth with no end in sight.

Violet was entranced by you, squirming slightly under her touch, the fact that she was the one making you feel this way, like you had no control. The only thing possible for you to do was let her know how much you wanted, no, needed her. 

“Violet,” you whimpered. “Please, m-more.” 

Violet smiled devilishly and leaned down, her lips ghosting your ear. 

“En Français.”

“S’il vous plaît, Violet, mon Dieu,” you groaned before she increased the intensity of her ministrations. 

Her hand moved from your breast up to your face, holding it up so she could kiss you as her thumb worked against you, a warmth spreading in her stomach as you moaned into her mouth, your hips meeting her touch until you were gripping onto Violet for dear life as the only hope of reminding yourself you were, in fact, still on earth. 

She stopped a little more abruptly than you would have liked, still thrumming with pleasure, and holding her close. 

“Was that right?” she teased and when you finally looked up at her, grabbing her chin with your thumb and forefinger, pulling her down in a kiss, your last words, a mutter against her lips. 

“Tais toi.” 

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Something I hate about shifting is that I am very well aware that it is a personal journey, that a lot of it you figure out on your own. But my autistic ass NEEDS to be told what to do, if I don't know what to do I just stand there like 🧍‍♀️

I know I already know how to shift, I know I can just roll over and do it but my brain is like "WHERE INSTRUCTION?? HOW DO?? I ROLLED OVER, STILL HERE, WHAT WRONG??"

I might be cancelled for this but I don't give a single flying fuck. you're allowed to change your race, gender, sexuality and stuff in your drs. fuck anyone that tells you not to. it's ur dr, your shifting experience.

things about melissa i think about a lot

her morning voice

the way her hand fits in mine

how she yells/sings songs in the car

the adorable look of pride on her face when she presents me the food she has made

"mel, you didn't have to." "well it makes you smile. so yes. i had to."

just her sleeping. that in general. how she holds onto me as she's in a deep sleep and how she snores, sometimes she mumbles things

she loves hugging me from behind. her embraces feel like home.

looking at her with such love when she infodumps about her interests, just seeing how excited and happy she gets 🥹

The Look ™️ whenever she sees me upset:

okay sitting in the teacher's lounge during lunch she's reading or on her phone or something just not paying attention and guys she's so pretty when she does literally anything.

"do you need help with that? augh stop. lemme help you, hon."

*remembers one of my favourite things and brings it up casually in conversation*

watching movies while she reads or knits/crotchets next to me and she'll occasionally do an impression of whoever just spoke 😭 (IF I'M WATCHING ONE OF THOSE COWBOY MOVIES FORGET ABOUT IT. SHE'S DOIN THAT SHIT THE WHOLE TIME)

sending me random emojis because "look how cute these lil guys are"

takes my music recommendations very seriously

when we went on our road trip with our cat and it was some of the best times of my life

"melissa where do you get all those pairs of glasses from? they're really expensive." "i got a guy." "of course you do."

comfiest person to ever exist me thinks

@meowmeowhissss