Angst Writers PLZ Hit My Dms Up. How In The Flying Fuck Do I Do This.

angst writers PLZ hit my dms up. how in the flying fuck do I do this.

THE PROPHACY

Broke my arm, but the DSO gave me a new bike.

Not sure how I feel about the color, never been big on green, but it’s super nice.

Thanks.

It's Christmas Eve and Leon can't quite wrap his head around his drop-dead-gorgeous girlfriend's need to be 4 inches off the ground, but maybe there's more to your fashion choices than what he considers a faux pas.

f / m, established relationship, tooth ROTTING fluff, the barest baby twinge of angst and surprise ending ehehehe. also, super short!

word count: 898 // read on ao3

a/n: christmas in july oh my lord. tmi i'm on my period and i've had lover by taylor swift on blast for 3 hours :( give your girl a break and pretend my dividers match

this fic belongs to sketches for my sweetheart the drunk, a collection of bite-sized fics to stretch out my writing muscles :) i hope you enjoy!

“No, sweetheart, the- no, the buckle comes off the other way.” 

If he were a lesser man, Leon would be laughing his head off at your flushed cheeks and bleary pout. You were going to do this right here, right now, plunked on the frozen stoop of your front door, mere steps from the warmth of your apartment. 

“I can take off my own shoes! I bought them my- hic! -self.”

“You did, sweetheart, “ Leon soothes as he gets down on one knee, “and I know you can take them off fine, but you weren’t drunk when you bought them, were you?”

“I’m not drunk. I’m just...” you sulk. You would have sold the act too if it wasn’t for a sleepy jerk of your head. You always get sleepy when you’re, “...tipsy.” 

Ah, there it is.

Your toes are a half-frozen cherry red as Leon unclasps the buckle adorning your beloved heels. 

There’s not much Leon can do about your affinity for heels, even in the winter, so he grew a sixth sense for detecting falls around the time you almost tripped headfirst into the Christmas table at your parents’ house. You haven’t quite put together yet why he’s so on his toes when you wear stilettos, but Leon is okay with that. Batman never reveals his identity and if this is how he keeps Gotham’s urgent cares a little less occupied, so be it.

The fact of the matter is that Leon has perfected his method to three steps:

Watch for abnormal movement in your fingers. You start fluttering them like you’re Tinkerbell. Like you’re trying to take off from the ground and fly right back up to heaven without him, and he can’t have that just yet.

Assume position when you start laughing too hard at his jokes to distract from the fact that you’re about to fall. You never laugh at his one-liners (the best he’s ever gotten out of you is a giggle and that was on his birthday). 

Engage nearest mode of rescue the second your eyes start flitting around in search of a place to land. 

But above all, the one condition that puts him on red alert is when you’ve been drinking. His sweetheart is a complete lightweight. 

And tonight, you’d had too much fun at Claire’s Christmas dinner.

It takes a little longer than usual for Leon’s icy fingers to undo the buckle on your other shoe. “The mulled wine was that good, huh?” he asks, his lips curving into a smile as he looks up at you and your crossed arms.

He gets a hmph! in response.

“You look beautiful. You always do, it’s just…could we maybe save the ankle-breaking shoes for when the ground’s not frozen over?” 

The frown flies back on your face within seconds. His peace treaty’s gone south. “But Leon, they’re my Christmas heels! I always wear them on Christmas.”

Oh, he knows. 

“That’s why they’re Christmas heels,” you point out. 

Of course, you’re right. They’re the very same Christmas heels that so rudely interrupted his enjoyment of your mom’s to-die-for lamb roast. Leon’s also sure that they’re the ones that got repurposed on New Year’s Eve two years back. He had to kiss you under the table next to the girls chowing down grapes, and it’s a lot less romantic when half of them shoot you death glares while they’re wishing to not spend Valentine’s Day alone again. Come to think of it, Leon hasn’t had grapes in a while.

“It’s not Christmas if I don’t wear them,” you mumble. 

You don’t sound so sure of yourself. 

Leon’s plea deal might be back on the table.

His thumb rubs circles on your ankle as you swallow. His knee’s freezing over, almost attached to the sidewalk by now, but your mouse-quiet confession glues him to the spot.

“I lied.”

“These aren’t your Christmas heels?”

A snowdrop tear rolls down your cheek. 

“I didn’t buy them. You did, for me. I love them. Love you.”

You sniffle so sweetly, your cheeks still candy-apple red as he wraps your scarf tighter to keep you from catching a cold on his account. But it’s not enough to distract Leon from the fact that he bought you these shoes?

Oh no, no, no, you’re nodding as Leon’s face freezes into a horrified grimace. He’s responsible for the Heels from Hell?

“Sweetheart, I just don’t want you getting hurt.” He takes your hands in his as your lower lip wobbles. He feels just awful. “It’s Christmas because I get to spend it with you, okay? Heels or no heels.”

“You mean it?”

“Those damn things have nearly sent you to the hospital, of course I mean it.”

And finally, finally, you smile. Hark! The herald angels sing. 

“Let’s get you inside.” Leon smiles back, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He’d have gotten up too if he hadn’t suddenly come to a comical stop, his left knee still perpendicular to the ground.

You look down and stifle a giggle. “Leon, you’re frozen to the sidewalk.”

“So I am. Ow.” 

You lend him a helping hand as the two of you stumble inside the warm apartment, and Leon thinks he’ll go online shopping once you fall asleep. For less dangerous Christmas heels, sure.

But also something else. Something shiny. 

He really didn’t mind being on one knee for you.

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(listen to simulation swarm by big thief while reading)

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Eileen screams as she stands on top of the tree she has been attempting to climb. Ava shouts for Caroline.

“Callie! Where are you going?” she yanks on my shorts and flips me to look at her. “Where’s she going?” I grumble, getting down from the bench.

“Fuck if I know.” Layla shrugs while walking across the grass to the sewers. I stare at her. She can feel it. She turns around and stares back at me. I don’t care.

Caroline gets farther and farther. I steal Eileen’s Crocs and chase after her. My feet are sore from stepping on splinters an hour ago and my back burns with Sunburn. I can feel Callie’s taste lingering in my mouth. The buzz gives me enough breath to jog up on the hill.

I’m sure she saw me, I can’t feel anything but a small warmth in my cheeks and my panting.

Callie’s facing away from me when I get up to her. “Hey, June.” She said, her face is blank. Is she mad at me?

“Why’d…” I cough out something gross. “Why’d you leave?” Callie shrugs. She climbs onto the playground. “What are you doing?” I watch her softly. My eyes squint to meet hers.

She looks at me and takes all of me in. She was staring at me up and down. “Adventuring.” her gentle voice mumbles. I think about giving the ten dollars I promised to her.

If you make out with me right now, I’ll give you ten bucks.

Really?

Yeah.

I think about that moment while I follow her. I debated bringing it up. She's climbing down a net. I sit on the slide. My ankles are burning up.

“Give you five bucks if you kiss me.” I snicker.

“Shut up and give me my money.” Callie laughs.

As she descends, I slide down. At the bottom, I try to jump up and find my face landed on the wood chips. Caroline laughs this big, hearty laugh. I wish to play it on repeat.

“You alright?” She giggles while I pick myself up, trying not to be cut by the wood underneath my body. “Better than ever!” I exclaim, wiping myself off. When I look up, Callie has already bolted.

“You’re too bad of a kisser.” I finally responded to her previous statement.

She shrugs. “I’ve never kissed a girl,” Caroline admits.

I can change that. I think.

I don’t question or turn around. I follow her. “Where exactly are you going?” She ignores me and kicks the water from the surrounding sprinklers. I keep my distance.

She doesn’t look back. Callie is very hard to read. “Wherever the wind takes me.” I want to point out how cheesy that sounds. How silly and stupid it is. But I do not.

“Ah.” I nod. I kick some water and turn to my side as she jumps through puddles of water. I smile softly. I can feel the water filling Eileen’s Crocs.

Sorry. I think.

I kick some water at Caroline. She turns around by whipping her head. I giggle softly and run before she can kick water back at me. She keeps walking. I feel my stomach begin to cramp up and my feet prune up.

A sprinkler shoots at me. I stand under the water of two sprinklers and chase three of them. I smile despite how wet I am now. The black crocs crunch and squeak with every step I take. The sound annoys me, but not enough to make me take them off.

When I turn around, Caroline has left once again. “The wind took you to a Mormon church?” My voice speaks. I laugh and she smiles slightly. “I guess so.”

We walk in silence. I catch up to her and my body aches. I think about saying things. Callie’s voice snaps me out of my trance.

“I’m going to start running.” She warns me. “Alright.” I nod. I don’t know if I plan to run with her or wait until she slows down. My feet pick up their pace. I feel them subconsciously lifting and falling. I remove Eileen’s soaked crocs and chase after her. My lungs expand and the feeling gives me chills. I catch up to her and yank on the back of her shirt to stop her movements. Callie looks back at me with an unreadable face. I still cannot tell if she’s mad.

As we approach the hill I think. I wonder if Callie thinks the same thing I do. I think about Emma. Mainly how she consumes my every thought. Then I think about Callie and Amelia.

Caroline’s voice interrupts my thoughts. “They’re all in the sewer.” her small hand points.

“How romantic.” my voice trickles through my throat and out into the world.

My feet step on everything it is not supposed to as we make our way back down to our spot. I think the same repetitive thought that I wish I could remember. Callie runs down. I don’t follow as quickly as before. Eileen walks up to me. I smile at her, “They fit?” I point at my Converse that are two sizes too small. “I didn’t try them on.” She shrugged with a small grin.

Layla walks away with her bag. I watch as Callie’s face drops. There has to be something there. I don’t look into it. I have heard enough of the two of them complaining about each other.

I ask about the tree, and Eileen and Ava talk about it until they argue and smile at each other. I smile too. Callie diverted to be on her phone. I lay on the picnic bench. It digs into my skin.

I can hear everyone laughing as my cheeks warm.

fin.

notes: this happened a few months ago, if it's a little hard to follow it's because i didnt remember a whole lot.

writing ashley and titantic/jack!leon at the same time, the leshley thoughts were bound to happen.

just choked back a chai latte, brand new laptop is here and charged, gonna shower and listen to all too well tmv and cry this fic is gonna be amazing