Sweetheart

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Y/N POV (FEM/THEM)

I stand in front of the mirror in my white, button up shirt with a blazer and ripped jeans

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I stand in front of the mirror in my white, button up shirt with a blazer and ripped jeans. God, I'm so unladylike. I will so definitely get judged for wearing this I thought. I finished curling my hair, and someone knocks on my door.

"It's open." I say.

Robert walks in black trousers, shoes, and blazer with a white button up shirt. Some buttons undone at the top. He doesn't say anything but just stares at me.

"Yeah, I know I'm not wearing a dress. I just hate them as well as skirts. I will go change..." I was cut of by Robert hugging me. I hug him back with hesitation.

"Y/n, I don't care if you were a dress or not. Who gives a fuck what everyone thinks. You being you will be worth more than any award I will ever get." Robert pulls back and kisses me gently on my lips.

"Thanks Rob." I say.

"It's okay sweetheart." He says kissing my forehead.

"Because you know what? Fuck gender norms!" He exclaims making the both of us smile, he drags us to the car and continue on to the premier.

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