so… i’m used to writing fanfics, not so much hcs, so these might be a little fanficky if you don’t 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.
She turns away to face the bartender once she confirms that you’re 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 “whatever the pretty lady is drinking” 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 you’re 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 doesn’t 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.
Angela’s animated, she’s loud, she’s wild, but she’s soft, she loves with all her heart and she breaks sometimes, she’s everything you’ve ever wanted and you’ve never craved for someone more when you’re away from her.
You’re the oxygen to her flame, you encourage her to fight for herself and her ideas, you keep her boat afloat when she’s feeling insecure, you shower her with praise when she does well and give her advice when she doesn’t.
You tend to dress more androgynous and some days she can’t 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 random’s way while walking, or when you pick her up and push her into bed, or when the bed isn’t 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 doesn’t cover much of her skin. You end up doing everything for her anyways… after you ‘deal’ with her of course.
You also play her game— 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.
You’re both possessive of each other. She’s just a little more open about it, politely telling off someone hitting on you with a “She has a girlfriend.” 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.
You’re 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 doesn’t bother concealing the mark you sucked into her skin, especially when she accents them with a necklace of your initials.
You’re always busy in your high risk high reward job that leaves you exhausted enough to fall into your tiny girlfriend’s arms. She allows you to blanket over her figure as she runs her fingers into your hair. It’s 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 doesn’t 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 Angela’s 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 Spork’s 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 him
You: BETRAYAL!
You: *Set photo as home screen*
You: thoughts?
Ange: none appropriate
Ange: God help me
Ange: dirty tricks to send this when i’m in the middle of a shoot block
Ange: not cool man
You: guess i won’t be waiting for you then…
Ange: WAIT
Ange: Babe :(
Ange: please?
You: i’ll see you at 7