so⌠iâm used to writing fanfics, not so much hcs, so these might be a little fanficky if you donât mind
angela giarratana x androgynous gf headcanons
part 1- how you met, dynamics, and daily life.
You meet in the club, her wandering eyes catching yours from the bar and she motions for you to sit by her side with a small pat on the adjacent stool.Â
She turns away to face the bartender once she confirms that youâre walking past the sea of drunkards towards her and stays staring at the wall of decorative liquor.
You choose to play her game, ordering 2 of âwhatever the pretty lady is drinkingâ to the bartender and sliding 1 towards her without batting an eye.
You both finally fall in conversation and it clicks. She reels you in further and further into her and you catch yourself staring deep into her big brown eyes as she rattles off about her sickly old dog. Your drinks stay untouched on the table, slowly turning lukewarm, both of you too lost in each other as the bar finally slows down and youâre alone with the cleaning staff.
You fight over the bill, hands grabbing wrists and almost knocking each other off your stools. She finally wins after giving you a smooch on the lips, delicate hands cradling your face, eyes fluttering close, cheeks flushed as your neurons frizzle down your torso. She pulls away with a smirk, tapping her card on the reader before you could regain your bearings.
You end up walking her home and kissing her in the doorway. It doesnât exactly lead to anything, but you exchange numbers in hopes of meeting each other again.
She texts you first, rambling a thank you for today and that she had fun and that she can't wait to meet you again. You end up moving in with her after the fifth date.
Angelaâs animated, sheâs loud, sheâs wild, but sheâs soft, she loves with all her heart and she breaks sometimes, sheâs everything youâve ever wanted and youâve never craved for someone more when youâre away from her.
Youâre the oxygen to her flame, you encourage her to fight for herself and her ideas, you keep her boat afloat when sheâs feeling insecure, you shower her with praise when she does well and give her advice when she doesnât.Â
You tend to dress more androgynous and some days she canât help but do the same. When it happens on a late night out, you both find it entertaining to make out at the club and catch everyone off guard.
You get flustered very easily, especially around her. She likes teasing you about it, light touches on the upper thigh, trailing her foot up your pant leg under the tablecloth of a fancy dinner date, sliding hands up your shirt whilst pressing her chest against your back.
You also know exactly what it takes to fluster her: size difference. She flushes a beautiful red when she sees your hand splayed against her torso. She likes when you manhandle her, when you jerk her out of a randomâs way while walking, or when you pick her up and push her into bed, or when the bed isnât in reach and you pin her up against the door.
Angela knows how sexy she is and she uses it to her advantage. Need you to do something for her? Wear that little white tank top that highlights her arms and neck too well. Too engrossed in your job? She walks around the house, particularly in front of your desk, wearing nothing but that skimpy black piece that hugs her curves and doesnât cover much of her skin. You end up doing everything for her anyways⌠after you âdealâ with her of course.
You also play her gameâ rolling up sleeves to show off the tattoo on your forearm, wiping sweat by pulling up your shirt after a run around the neighborhood, cheffing up the kitchen in nothing but an apron and sweats. She jumps your bones every single time, even after a particularly long night.
Youâre both possessive of each other. Sheâs just a little more open about it, politely telling off someone hitting on you with a âShe has a girlfriend.â and grabbing your hand when she catches too many eyes looking at you. When someone is a little too persistent, she pulls you down and whispers something downright filthy in your ear. You end up leaving the venue earlier every time.
Youâre loud in actions and not words, pulling her into your arms and kissing her to an inch of her life when someone gets a little too touchy. You look like her guard dog, towering over every stud that tries something. You love when she doesnât bother concealing the mark you sucked into her skin, especially when she accents them with a necklace of your initials.Â
Youâre always busy in your high risk high reward job that leaves you exhausted enough to fall into your tiny girlfriendâs arms. She allows you to blanket over her figure as she runs her fingers into your hair. Itâs what you always look forward to doing after a long day of work.
Angela was hesitant in telling you about her job and the privacy (or lack thereof), but it doesnât bother you one bit and you find yourself laughing at her videos with her. You do visit her at the office when you have the time, everyone starts whistling and cooing at Angelaâs flushed face every single time.
You cook for each other everyday, if you make breakfast, she makes dinner and vice versa. Both your allergies and preferences are listed in a small sticky yellow note on the fridge. Grocery shopping is not a chore but a date; you now have a pun for each item on the pasta lane.
Angela makes sure your cats are fed and you do the same for Spork. The cats took no time warming up to her and it was all it took for you to know she was the one. It takes you some time to remember each of Sporkâs ailments.
A kiss before anyone leaves for work is mandated, sometimes it leads to something more and you both end up being late for work. One time you actually forgot and you both felt so incomplete that you drove to the office just to give her a peck.
Ange: he loves me more
You: NO WAY
You: you must have bribed himÂ
You: BETRAYAL!
You: *Set photo as home screen*
You: thoughts?
Ange: none appropriate
Ange: God help me
Ange: dirty tricks to send this when iâm in the middle of a shoot block
Ange: not cool man
You: guess i wonât be waiting for you thenâŚ
Ange: WAIT
Ange: Babe :(
Ange: please?
You: iâll see you at 7