thinking of toddler harry whoās very, very attached to his godfather sirius (as he should be, really) and gets pissy whenever he goes for work. (yes, sirius is a 9-5er here. suspend all disbelief, folks)
so, to get a handle on the tantrums, sirius dresses harry in his own little formal clothes, robes and over cloak and silver clasp and fake wand holder and all.
ālook, siri, im just like you!ā harry says, every morning like clockwork. once they look absolutely alike, hair combed and tied neatly (little butterfly clips in siriusā curls, ofc), they set off for the day. sirius conjures a little size-appropriate desk for him that he can sit at, gets him a briefcase and all. when u open it, it has all sorts of colouring materials, beads and strings and charms for DIY, and a little notepad with a pen for Serious Stuff.
throughout the day, sirius gets his work done while harry carefully does his own stuff. whenever he gets too fidgety, sirius sends him out on a āmissionāāgoing out and evaluating how the rest of the employees are doing their work. harry, of course, takes his task super seriously and tries to emulate siriusā Grown Up Face very diligently, walking with his hands behind his back and an adorable little frown on his face. of course, heās so short he canāt actually see what anyoneās doing but everyoneās accommodating enough that he has enough information to relay it back to sirius in his office.
at the end of the day, both of them take their cloaks off the hanger, simultaneously sling it over their shoulders, and wave a goodbye to the remaining members in the office. when they get home, harry is still meticulously copying siriusā actions so he neatly sets his shoes to the side, hangs his cloak on the rack, and falls face first into the sofa with an exhausted sigh of relief.
ābeing a adult is hard, padfoot,ā is the last thing he says before drifting off to sleep.
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This is the anon who just watched bottle rocket. I found a 25min behind the scenes for it on youtube, and that was. One of the funniest things I have ever watched. There was precisely one (1) woman on there who remembered they were supposed to be promoting the film and fully everyone else is sitting about going 'I dunno man, it just sort of happened ĀÆ\_(ć)_/ĀÆ' The biggest actor they got goes 'I popped over for three days, how am I supposed to remember anything?' Someone says 'we were in talks about making the movie but they'd never even read the script aloud even though they were all living together ...' and another goes 'I'd come in to give them notes and could not for the life of me figure out what they thought about them ...' Then even the one woman who knows what she's on camera for goes 'they're brilliant boys, but they kept sort of just ... wandering off???' and yet another says 'I struggled to find evidence that they ever did any work. I mean presumably they did because a script landed on my table and it was brilliant, but I coulda sworn they weren't doing a thing.'
[The actor playing Bob's older brother yeets in to say "don't buy Owen and Wes' 'aw shucks' act they know exactly what they're doing]
Cue Wes "aw shucks I knew what I wanted the sets to look like but what even is lighting š" and Own "aw shucks I'm pretty sure the studio just took us on because they saw us floundering around and figured somone's gotta bite the bullet and throw us a line š"
Then all together they go: "and in conclusion we had a bucket of laughs and loved the film but test audiences hated it soooo bad and Sundance wouldn't even take it lol" at which point they all suddenly recall they're supposed to be doing promo and not recounting 'my one weird year with Wes' and speedrun through "Oh right and then it got a great review from a major magazine and a cult following and it's a great film you should go watch it byeeeeee!"
And they're right. It IS a great film and everyone should go watch it. 10 out of 10 perfect crew, perfect bonus features.
Hi again Bottle Rocket anon!! ššš
Oh my gosh I'm so glad you've taken some time in between to look for bts because that particular feature (right here if anyone's interested!) is absolute gold and one of the best things I've ever seen in my entire lmao, have probably watched it as often as the movie itself š
Welcome to the perfect insight into Owen since seemingly not doing a thing and somehow ending up with magic is kind of the reputation he's gained, which in a way is as charming as he is but definitely glosses over the fact that like Wes, he's always known what story he wants to tell and how to get there even if the path doesn't line up with one anyone else is following or, y'know, seems comprehensible in any way lol
Honestly couldn't pick a favorite anecdote if I tried, everything you listed is right up there as well as someone commenting their surprise at none of them carrying notebooks then everyone walking in with one the next day even though you just know not a single note about the movie ever made it in there, said biggest actor comparing the experience to being on Hollywood Squares for the day, and Owen trying to exchange his studio purchased first class ticket for coach to pocket the difference then finding out it would go back to their credit card and being like eh guess I'm flying first then ĀÆ\_(ć)_/ĀÆ
Btw just to add a fun easter egg element to your watching progress, the actor who plays Bob's older brother is actually Owen and Luke's older brother Andrew (which likely goes a long way towards him being like yeah no don't fall for Wes and Owen's bs š¤£) and Owen loves having him on set so if you keep an eye out you may see (and sometimes hear!) quite a few cameos of his š
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fluff prompt 25 for daddy steve and daddy james š³
Steve has been sighing all night, but when he finds himself sighing at his desk as the clock nears midnight, this one is much shakier than all the ones that came before it.
He's on the brink of a breakdown and he's fully aware of it.
The pressure of finals is something he is still not used to. His third round of them, his second year, one would think he'd be better prepared. But he's regretful to admit that he isn't. His classes are increasingly difficult and demanding, the ever-present weight of knowing he needs to get good grades in order to get into law school is heavy in his mind.
Heavier in his mind is how he knows he isn't taking good care of himself. It will surely affect his performance on his finals yet he didn't make it to the dining hall and here he is, having not showered and in need of sleep.
He knows a shower would feel like heaven. He knows a warm meal would make him feel like a new person. Yet he's reached the point where he can't bring himself to do the most basic things to ensure he's at his best.
He wishes James were here.
When he finally lets himself admit he misses his roommate, his...whatever it is they are to each other, his breath hitches tight in his chest.
No.
He can't afford to breakdown, not now. He'll spiral, he knows it.
Steve stands up out of his desk chair so quickly, the whole thing tips back and hits the floor. He doesn't pick it up. He turns, maneuvers around it, makes a valiant attempt at steadying his breath. He needs to calm down. Calm down.
Where's James?
When he sees his roommate's sweatshirt resting on the back of his desk chair, Steve doesn't hesitate to reach for it. He brings it to his nose immediately, inhaling deeply, the spice and musk that is so uniquely James' enough to take the edge off of his anxiety almost immediately.
He doesn't hesitate to slip the maroon sweatshirt over his head.
The immense comfort it brings him warms him to the core, and he isn't surprised in the slightest that his next move is to crawl into James' pristinely made bed and bury himself under the covers.
He falls asleep within seconds.
When Steve rouses next, he's warmer than he's ever been in his life.
And he's so comfortable he moans.
The warmth against the line of his back, the curve he tucks his ass into, is soft and hard, all things strength and support. He recognizes it's James before he knows it for certain and he moans again.
"What're you doin' in my bed, Rogers?" his roommates whispers in his ear, lips brushing it intimately, thick arm snaking around his waist, hand slipping up and under his own sweatshirt. Steve doesn't open his eyes, but he wants to weep at the feeling this brings him, the warmth and reassurance.
Steve just grunts and reaches for James' hand to pull it up to rest between his pecs. James takes a moment to adjust his body, an arm curling under Steve's neck, a long sigh tickling his jawline. Somehow, it makes Steve even more comfortable.
"Where were you?" Steve asks, hating how much his voice resembles a pout.
"Where was I?"
"Where were you?"
James takes a few moments to respond, his steady breathing soothing as Steve finally opens his eyes to the darkened room. James' lips dip to his neck as he answers.
"I went to study at the library. And then I went to the gym. And then I grabbed dinner."
He purses his lips on top of Steveās pulse point. When he doesn't respond James speaks up again.
"Where were you?"
"Here. Studying."
"How'd that go?" James asks gently, and when Steve doesn't respond, he repeats his question with an added edge of sternness.
"Fine," Steve lies and James immediately sees it for what it is.
āYou lyinā to me?ā
āNo, Iāmā¦.It was fine.ā
āSounds like a lie to me. Whenās the last time you ate?ā
Steveās silence is damning. James sighs as he pulls Steve back against him firmly.
āSteven, baby,ā he starts with a harsh whisper, and Steve would be lying again if he said his full name and the endearment being pressed into his jaw didnāt twist him all up inside. āWeāve talked about this. Why do ya do this to yourself?ā
Steve sigh is wet and shaky, his emotions on high and his mind worn out. āI donāt do it on purpose. Iā¦I just get overwhelmed during finals. You know this.ā
Itās like he needs someone to take care him when he gets stressed like this, when thereās so much going on and he manages his time so poorly. He never takes time for himself, forgets how important it is when thereās so much to be done.
Itās like he needs someone to help prioritize himself or give him reminders of when to eat and when to stop and when to shower or go for a run.
Jamesā hand slides up to wrap around the front of his throat and Steve doesnāt think twice about moaning yet again, this one much more ragged than the first few. It sounds more like relief than pleasure. Or who knows, maybe itās both.
"You're right, I do know this. I'm sorry I wasn't here. We can study together for the rest of the week."
Steve goes to object even though it's exactly what he wants to hear, but James won't have it. The hand on his neck slips further up to his mouth, covering it easily, and there's no point in lying to himself; Steve finds it very very hot.
He thinks it's really hot when James shushes him too.
He rarely gets to feel so small, physically and otherwise, and the relief that floods him is immense.
"Someone's gotta take care'a you, Rogers," James murmurs in his ear, pulling the lobe of it between his teeth. Steve's dick twitches in his shorts between his legs, thickens up as James' lips take their time pursing wherever they please.
It could be because sleep is still present and heavy in his mind and his limbs, it could be because they're hiding under the covers in the middle of the night in their dorm room. It could be because he feels taken care of. It could be because this is so new to the both of them yet so familiar, what they share undefined but right.
It could be a number of things, but Steve knows he's warm all over and now achy, and therefore he wants only one thing.
"James..."
His roommate hums in response, hand slipping down the front of his shorts, and Steve whimpers.
"Yeah, someone's gotta take care'a you..."
(this song came on when i was writing and it kinda felt right for this š„ŗ)
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