I know I’ve already mentioned how kind Finn Jones was at London Film and Comic Con but I don’t think I’ve written the full story so here it is.
Initially, I hadn’t decided to meet him. Meeting him was somewhat of a last minute decision. When I got in to Earls Court 2, my anxiety levels sky-rocketed because of how crammed it was from being oversold. I can deal with crowded and busy despite not being a fan of either. Oversold, however, is another matter entirely.
I was opposite his autograph table and frozen in fear. Not because of him but because of my anxiety. I was in a fight or flight situation. I decided to fight and walked up to him. I didn’t want to let my anxiety win. At least not yet.
I told him I was suffering from anxiety, he took my hands and told me completely understood. He spent five minutes just chatting to me and giving compliments, including how beautiful I am and my name is. I’ve heard that he’s insane (in a good way, of course) but during those five minutes, he proved that he can tone it down when needed.
He didn’t have a “No posed photos” sign at his table so I very shyly asked for a photo with him at the table which he was more than happy to agree to, his assistant took it and it turned out beautifully.
Because of how chaotic it was, I managed to get the time for the Game of Thrones talk wrong and only got there as it was ending. I decided not to bother going and sat outside.
I was having poor luck during the week anyway (mainly related to my health) but that was the last straw. I ended up having an anxiety attack there and then and quietly cried.
As he was on his way out of the talk, he saw me and instead of continuing to walk, he stayed with me for a few minutes to help and comfort me before pulling me into a huge hug. One of the crew members was trying to shoo him away at first saying he had other things to do but to her credit, her attitude softened and she backed off once she realised what was happening.
My respect has increased more than a thousandfold and I can never thank him enough for being kind enough to take a few minutes out of his day to help me through my anxiety attack. So many people would’ve kept walking but he didn’t. He stopped to help and I can’t think of a way to even adequately thank him for it.
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Shhhh! (part three)
1.5k, Rated PG
It’s a high school-age library au, whee.
Darren is pretty sure of a few things: that Chris likes hanging out with him, that Chris likes making out with him, and that Chris likes… him.
He’s not at all sure why Chris looked like he was about to piss himself when he saw Darren in school or why he cold-shouldered so hard that Darren is still feeling the freeze burn of it, but Darren’s not the type of guy easily dissuaded from things he wants.
And he does want Chris. He’s a senior, he only has a few months left in this school and the future is big and wide and open after this, but he’s not going to be so wrapped up in what comes next that he lets right now go to waste.
He realized he was fucked the first time he daydreamed about taking Chris to prom.
it doesn’t matter how many “pretend to be dating” fics i read, i’m always fucking in it headfirst every time and i fall for that shit every time. i know the pattern i know the plot twists i know what’s gonna happen but every single fucking time i’m fucking on the edge of my seat wide-eyed whispering like “what’s gonna happen are they gonna fall in love” to myself like of course they are you fucking idiot this happens EVERY TIME but as soon as i see the description and it’s like “x person and x person pretend to do the dating” it’s eternal sunshine of the stupidest fucking mind over here
Shout out to IMDb for always reminding me where I recognise that actor from