That is the sweetest message ever? Like, wow anon, that is incredible lovely of you and I want to thank you for sending it, that’s wonderful of you <33
I would totally be up for it! I’m guessing we’re talking about cis female Simi, which I have written before, and I have a prompt that I’ve started writing about trans male Simi :)
You are incredibly lovely my friend, thank you so much <33
Aww, that’s so kind of you! Bless your heart :3
Kiwi on a treadmill.
well you can tell by the way i use my walk i’m a flightless bird
i can only walk
the best thing about oitnb is that most of the inmates look realistically tired and unkempt and don’t wear makeup and then there’s laverne cox looking like she just walked off the red carpet 100% of the time
Kimi was only half-listening to whatever it was Natalie was asking him as they drove around the circuit for the parade lap. Only half-listening because he was all too aware of the fact that he was being stared at.
He answered the questions in his usual non-committal way and a small smile slid across his face as the gaze was quickly diverted.
Once she moved on to her next victim, Kimi turned to lean on the rail as he waved feebly at the crowd, Sebastian settling in beside him and mirroring the gesture.
"A photo would last longer," Kimi said.
Sebastian’s waving faltered and even though he had sunglasses on and appeared to be facing forward, Kimi just knew that he was being stared at yet again. “Hm?” Sebastian asked, not willing to admit anything.
"You stare like you try to commit me to memory. A photo would last longer."
He was smiling as he said it but Sebastian was not, the tip of his tongue dipping out nervously to wet his lips. “Sorry.”
Kimi shrugged, wondering why this felt so serious when he had just been poking fun. “I don’t care,” he clarified.
They continued round the lap in a weird, tense silence, Kimi wishing he hadn’t mentioned anything. It had just been something he’d noticed happening more and more lately and that seemed like the opportunity to bring it up. Apparently not.
Then as they began to slow, Sebastian suddenly said. “It just hits me, sometimes.” He fiddled with the straw on his bottle, ironically avoiding looking at Kimi as he spoke. “For no reason. But sometimes…sometimes I just can’t believe that you are actually my friend.” Then he shrugs. Like it’s nothing. Like he’s being stupid.
He doesn’t look at Kimi as he walks off the float, doesn’t see the way the Finn remains rooted to the spot for several seconds before following the trail of drivers. And he doesn’t see the shy smile that Kimi is unable to smother as he jogs to catch him up.
Not until the following day that is, when a perfectly timed photograph of it is texted to him with the words ‘It will last longer’ attached below with a wink.