Hmm idk if this has been asked before but can you do some more genderbent hcs? Like certain descriptions of the girls i guess pfff and i would love to see more if you have indeed already written some
Liz cranes her neck so far back it pops, her face contorting even as she flops onto her side. “Bel, you mind grabbing a pen?”
The brunette looks up from her studies, one brow arching delicately beneath her bangs, and chucks her blue highlighter across the room. Liz ducks with a squawk, messy bun bobbing as she ducks her head to try and avoid the hit. She fails, and the highlighter smacks her on the temple. “Rude,” she hollers, flipping her the bird before settling back into the cushions.
In truth, she just wanted to doodle, and by the time the back bedroom door opens, she’s done her best attempt at artful calligraphy. A heavy weight falls into her lap with little preamble, and all the air goes out of her body in a whoosh. Grunting, she shoves at Melina’s shoulder, but she doesn’t budge.
“That’s shit,” she says, biting at the biscuit between her fingers. Crumbs scatter across the paper, and Liz glares at her purple shoulder. Burying her face into the crook of Mel’s neck, she huffs into the short thick hair.
“I didn’t think it was that bad.”
“Sorry love,” Melina says, and Liz can hear her smile, “but it really is.”
“Why are neither of you wearing pants?” Both of them look up at Maggie’s disdainful voice from the kitchen. “We have that dinner to go to.”
“Oh yes,” Melina says, nose wrinkling. Her nails, painted blood red (left hand immaculate, right hand sub-par thanks to Maggie’s efforts), scratch underneath Liz’s knee, making her leg jump and her mouth curl in a giggle. “Making nice. How could I forget.”
“As much as I hate to simper to pompous white men,” Bel says, droll to the last, “I would like to play somewhere that isn’t this cluttered loft this time next month.” She runs her hands over her plaid skirt, high up against her ribcage. “Not that I don’t think they would love seeing the two of you parading around like that.” She gestures with her pencil, up Liz’s bared thigh and over Mel’s side.
Liz sticks her tongue out and wiggles her striped pink-and-yellow bum, and Maggie chokes on her tea.
Sorry I didn’t have many headcanons so I just sort of threw up a drabble
I’m using Freddie’s nicknames if it please
John: Belisha (sorry lamp boy)
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