#bra fic

[bidisasterevankinard]

Wip Wednesday

tagged by @rogerzsteven @wildlife4life @hippolotamus @pirrusstuff @jeeyuns @wikiangela @ladydorian05 @giddyupbuck @911onabc @thewolvesof1998 thank you all!!!!

bra fic again and hope to end it tomorrow

“Oh, Eddie, you decided to join us?” Bobby is first to see him and Eddie just nods already looking at the direction of Buck’s breast. 

“Yes, I .. understood Ana is not what I want,” Eddie sits opposite Buck, not paying attention to anyone except his friend. Or better say his friend's chest.

He for a second peeks at Buck’s face and notices a little smirk on bright pink plush lips and bright stars in dark blue, like late night sky, eyes and Buck adjusts his jacket a little so that his shirt is visible better and pushes his lush chest forward. 

Eddie swallows loudly when he understands that it wasn’t his imagination. Buck is in fact in a bra. 

You might miss it if you’re not looking carefully or without knowing what you are looking at, but Eddie saw that Buck actually bought a bra yesterday, saw how it looks, and Buck told him he likes to wear bras in public sometimes. 

Considering it all, Eddie makes the conclusion that his best friend is now sitting in this cafe, with their family, and a bunch of strangers around, in a tight white shirt with a black bomper that excellent accentuate his waist and broad shoulders and highlights his complexion and eyes, making it only more splendid, and under them, what only Eddie and Buck knows, featuring already outstanding breasts, hides the white silk push up bra.

And it's information that does something with his blood pressure and imagination. 

Eddie can't stop thinking about his best friend in nothing except this stupid bra, preferably on the bed under Eddie moaning his name.

Not the first time Eddie imagines Buck in that position but first time he wants to do something about it.

Tagging if they want to share : @honestlydarkprincess @alyxmastershipper @transbuck @cowboy-buddie @lover-of-mine @heartshapedvows @bekkachaos @buddierights @housewifebuck @transboybuckley @devirnis @loserdiaz @spotsandsocks @monsterrae1 @spaceprincessem @userdisaster @caroandcats @mandzuking17 @translasso @jesuisici33 @bigfootsmom @forthewolves @diazblunt @the-likesofus @eddiediaztho @jobairdxx @useramor @watchyourbuck @elvensorceress and anyone who wants to share

#bra fic #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie wip #my writing

[stellamancer]

(un)mentionables — fem!reader x satoru gojo

notes: real talk. i used to have this really cute light blue lingerie set and that was the inspo + aleks talking about gojo's massive dick ripping through lacy panties. that doesn't happen here, though, sorry lmaoo. uh. don't know what else to say. this is part of the infinite loop ficverse.

wc: 1.3k

contains: fem!reader (no pronouns or gendered language), suggestive situations but not anything explicit, pre-relationship (one day i'll write this established relationship fic for these idiots but not today)

You think you might as well be dead.

Ultimately, you have no one to blame but yourself for this; you should have known better than to let Gojo grab the spare water bottle from your overnight bag. In fact, you should have known better than to let him anywhere near your overnight bag. It’s not that you think him the type to just go rifling through your things without an ounce of respect for your privacy; it’s just that you know that Gojo has a knack for putting you in mortifying situations as if he’s being paid to.

“Well, well, well, what’s this?”

You whip your head around so violently that you feel a pulse of pain throughout your skull, but it is quickly forgotten when you see what this is. Gojo has certainly found the water bottle you’d offered him, but, somehow, looped around the bottle’s neck is a pair of lacy, sky blue panties that you’d haphazardly thrown into your overnight bag.

There’s little that you’d like more than passing away right here on the spot.

Gojo gingerly plucks your underwear from the bottle and shoots you a roguish grin, his eyebrows lifting suggestively. “Didn’t think you were the type to wear lace.”

You scowl and march over to him, hand whipping out to snatch your panties back from him. Surprisingly, he lets you, and you ball them up tightly in your fist. “You’re right, I prefer cotton.”

“Then where did those come from?” Gojo points at the bright blue fabric peeking through your fingers.

“How is that any of your business?” you snap.

“Just curious,” Gojo says nonchalantly. He’s still smiling though, and it annoys you.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” You roll your eyes as you toss the panties back in your bag behind him.

“And satisfaction brought it back,” Gojo finishes the entire idiom. Of course he’d know the last half of it. “Since you’re saying that, does that mean you’re going to tell me?”

Your eye twitches as you weigh your options. Refusing is the most obvious and natural option, but Gojo is nothing if not persistent. He won’t shut up if he really wants to know that badly. You don’t know why he would, but then again, he probably just would pester you for the sake of being annoying. Sometimes, it’s easier to just give him what he wants so you can move on. So that’s what you decide to do, looking away as you admit, “...it had a matching bra that was really cute.”

Gojo is silent. Unnaturally so. You would have expected him to fire off some wise ass quip, so this response, or lack of, is actually a little unnerving. Starting to feel a touch concerned, you look at Gojo, and though you cannot see the focus of his gaze with that blindfold in the way, you can just tell that he’s staring at you.

You’re not sure if you should feel proud over the fact that you’ve rendered the famous motor mouth Satoru Gojo speechless.

It’s over in an instant though, as his mouth moves to finally speak.

“Show me.”

His voice is low, quiet, as if he’d breathed out the words without even realizing it.

A strange feeling runs straight down the length of your spine, leaving you breathless, the staccato rhythm of your heartbeat almost deafening you. That was unexpected; his words, his tone, all of it.

You gawk at Gojo, trying to figure what to make of it, and he is still in a way that he never is. His lips are slightly parted, and you have no doubt that he is still staring at you, but you cannot even begin to imagine the shade of his eyes right now. Is it the bright shining aquamarine of the sky? Or the dark glimmering sapphire of the sea?

You don’t know. You don’t know. You want to though; you want to know. You want to rip that blindfold off to find out. You want to memorize every shade and every hue. You want to—

When you realize where your train of thought is heading you shake your head, senses returning to you with a start. You don’t know how two words managed to hijack your thoughts like that, but you will have none of it. Back on track, you demand, “Why the hell would I show you?”

Gojo’s lips curve upwards into a familiar grin, and you’re secretly relieved that he seems to be back to normal too. “Feelin’ shy? We’re both adults here.”

You know what he’s doing, but you’re not playing that game. There’s a lot of things Satoru Gojo can goad you into, but this is not and will not be one of them. “That’s beside the point.”

“Thought you said it was cute,” Gojo says, not giving up.

“Oh, trust me, it is,” you respond. “But I’m not showing you.”

“Why not?”

“I— Gojo, you can’t seriously be asking me this,” you groan.

“I’ve seen you in a swimsuit before,” Gojo points out matter-of-factly. “Is there really a difference between that and lingerie?”

His question gives you pause. Technically, you see his point. Technically. But he’s not quite right. “You are not someone I would be showing my lingerie off to. We are not like that.”

“Meaning you showed it to that loser ex-boyfriend of yours?” Gojo asks flatly.

You actually bought the set after you broke up, but Gojo doesn’t know that. “And if I did?”

(Annoyance, white hot and all consuming eats a hole in Satoru's stomach. He doesn't get why he's so mad. It makes sense. It makes sense.

You'd dated that lame excuse of an assistant manager for nearly a year, so it would make sense if he'd seen you—

Splayed beneath him. Disheveled. Exposed. Sky blue lace hugging your hips. A soft smile playing at your parted lips, kiss swollen and hungry for more, begging for more.

God, Satoru wishes he—

His entire body feels hot. Satoru's not sure if it's the rage or something else.)

"You and him aren't like that anymore, so I don't see the problem," Gojo says with a shrug.

If you could kill Satoru Gojo you would do so in a heartbeat. "Gojo, don't be ridiculous."

"Can't help it; it's my speciality," he says, cheekily sticking his tongue out. He tilts his head to the side, and though you can’t see directly, you can just imagine the expectant look in his eyes.

"I’m not showing you.”

Gojo pouts. If he thinks that’s going to convince you, he may as well quit his job as a jujutsu sorcerer and start a career as a stand-up comedian. “Do you really think it’s fair to let dumb losers see the supposedly cute lingerie when super cool and strong sorcerers like me get left in the dark?”

“Life’s not fair,” you dead pan at Gojo. Though it’s not like someone like him would really get that. “And he’s not a loser, you are.”

“Oh, so does that mean you’ll let me see?”

“I—” You start before grumbling. This is getting nowhere. At this rate the both of you will be bickering back and forth until the end of the night and you, for one, would like to have dinner (not with Gojo). “You know what, fine. I’ll show you, but if and only if, we run across some freaky-ass curse that melts clothes.”

You think your proposition is impossible. In fact, you're sure of it. So much so, that you think Gojo will call you out on it.

But he doesn't.

Instead, he grins with eager childlike excitement. "Really? You serious?"

You don't get his reaction. He does know that the chances of that happening are basically one in a bazillion, right? But then again, Gojo is a complete weirdo so you don't question it. Shrugging, you answer. "Yeah, sure."

Finding said freaky-ass curse that melts away just clothes sounds damn near impossible, so you don't see the harm in agreeing. There's basically no way you'll run into one, meaning no way you'll be giving Gojo an eyeful of your cute lacy sky blue lingerie.

You find out that Satoru Gojo must be the luckiest bastard on the face of the planet, because you end up eating your words two weeks later.

gojo why are you so pathetic lmao.

#satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x reader #nikuniku fics #infinite loop!verse #idk what else to say #in case anyone was wondering #the bra in question was a lacy racerback bra #actually he shouldn't be let near that #bitch is gonna break the front clasp omfg

[nooyea]

#liqpic #self promo #badass #militare #beach body #muffin #taylornation #white bra #my fics

[freckleslikestars]

What about you girls? Sex dreams? I sleep soundly.

Or that time Aeryn wore John's underwear

FARSCAPE | 1.12 Rhapsody in Blue

#no bra john's calvins big leather toe-tecters is such a fucking look sorry this irreversibly changed my brain chemistry #the whole thing screams gay sorry i don't make the rules #also like sorry john there's no way you're mad right now. we know you faking it. if a pretty girl stole my boxers i'd be on my knees #proposing marriage and...well you can fill the gaps with whatever else you think I might be doing on my knees #serious note though there is not nearly enough fic about aeryn wearing john's underwear #aeryn sun #john crichton #john x aeryn #farscape #farscape gifs #my gifs #rhapsody in blue #farscape season 1 #farscape edits #how many times can i say sorry in the tags you ask? many. please know I mean none of them I'm completely unapologetic about this

[boxboxlewis]

Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough || daniel/max || but they're girls! || E || 4k

“I like, really hurt my jerkoff finger,” Daniel says. “I was biting the cuticle, which I always do, but I bit too hard I guess, and now I can't—” She twitches her finger again and widens her eyes dramatically at Max. “I haven't had an orgasm for two days."

Daniel is just a friendly, outgoing woman with absolutely no sense of appropriate boundaries. That’s all this is, probably. “Oh, wow,” Max says. "Two whole days? That is very serious. Have you called the Australian embassy? Have you alerted the press, maybe?"

#my fic #maxiel #mv33 #dr3 #me 🤝 girl max: shock absorber running bra partisans #rule 63

[dolls-self-ships]

trying to imagine your cleavage in an x reader when you have small boobs/are flat chested is a delicate balance of "I guess that's possible" and "my boobs would never fucking look like that"

#paaiinnnn #'wear a push up bra' babes baby sweetie that barely does anything it does not give the results you think it does #x reader #x reader fics #fanfiction #x readers

[verfound]

FIC: “We Should Honeymoon in Paris” - 5/5 (MLB; Lukanette)

Notes: …I could have waited until Sunday, but honestly if I don’t just post this now I’m going to chicken out and spiral again, even though Laurel was awesome and read through it and told me I’m being a dummy.  🖤  Besides, y’all are dying to know what happened with the bra, right…???  😇

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4

We Should Honeymoon in Paris Chapter 5

Luka was in her room.

Luka — who she had last seen this morning, watching her run away with bleary, hungover eyes — was in her room.

Standing over her bed — over an open, half-packed suitcase on her bed.

With one of her bras in his hands.

One of her nice bras.  The final project from that lingerie elective she had taken on a whim last year.

He was just…standing there.  Holding it.

And he didn’t look bleary or hungover anymore, at least, but he was still staring at her, this…unreadable expression on his face. A little guilty, maybe, because she had just caught him in her room holding one of her bras, but there was also something…something about the way he was looking at her. That familiar intensity was there, but there was something else underneath it that had her stomach flipping in…she was pretty sure it was a pleasant way. The white butterfly kind of flipping, not purple. That almost made her want to…hope.

#miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #ml fic #ver fic #honeymoon in paris #it's over #yenta rose #did y'all know you shouldn't fold bras #I did not #thanks Laurel for educating me I mean Luka 😂

[shutupeiffel]

Everyone else in the Oxventure tag: Making well thought out posts about the finale and it's consequences

Me, wandering in with a bubble tea: So, "Red Wine Supernova" by Chappell Roan is a Prudence/Merilwen song sung from Merilwen's perspective, right?

#oxventure #yes this was at least slightly inspired by the line about canine teeth #and also the 'long hair (no bra)' bit weirdly enough #anyway i have a new song to mine for fic titles now

[bidisasterevankinard]

Tease tidbit Tuesday

tagged by lovelies @bekkachaos @wikiangela @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 <333

some bra fic to tease you today (royal fic close to be done editing. really hope soon it will be published)

“You really wanted to blow me that first day?”  “Yeah. So much,”  “Want to do it now pretty boy?” Buck’s iris is completely black when Eddie looks in it wanting to say he doesn’t need to say yes just because Eddie asks, but before it Buck already kisses him again. “Yes, please Eddie. Dreamed about it too much. Please,” Buck pouts and Eddie just smiles.

“Anything you want and okay with, pretty boy,” bite on Buck’s earlobe and Eddie moves a few centimeters away from him, wanting to move them to the bed, but then he is stopped by strong hands pining him back to the wall. “We have time for bad,” Buck quietly kneels down, and raises hes beautiful eyes to him. “Want you like that.”

tagging @steadfastsaturnsrings @eddiebabygirldiaz @wildlife4life @buddierights @hippolotamus @pirrusstuff @honestlydarkprincess @heartshapedvows @honestlyeddie @hoodie-buck @housewifebuck @callmenewbie @caroandcats @mandzuking17 @eddiediaztho @fortheloveofbuddie @forthewolves @monsterrae1 @loserdiaz @spaceprincessem @spotsandsocks @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @rogerzsteven @devirnis @giddyupbuck @ghostscowboys @watchyourbuck @the-likesofus @theotherbuckley @lover-of-mine

#bra fic #close to share all the fic in snippets for real #but yeah anyway almost 8k words #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 #evan buck buckley #my wips

[itsevansart]

a concept sketch of tom from remember when we ruined by @mosiva <3 i'm not very used to drawing women anymore, i admit, but fem tomarry is good practice haha. wanted to make good on my promise, even if only for a little bit right now ^^

make my day by reblogging and not reposting!

#my art #fanart #tom riddle #itsevanffs sketches #hp fanart #fic fanart #itsevanffs gifts #fem tom #the bra bikini thing is like #a draft for the yule ball robes #i was too tired to find a good description i could base a creative interpretation off (life's kicking my ass) but i'm still trying a littl #:P

[radiantraditz]

Dragon Ball Jisedai

"Jisedai" - "Next/Future generation" in Japanese.

Dragon Ball Jisedai is the name of a WIP I've been plotting on for quite some time now. This WIP would take place years after the events of DBZ, and would mesh my favorite aspects of GT and my favorite aspects of Super (as well as the non-canon movies and what I genuinely like from the overall franchise) into this one story.

And if the title weren't obvious, yes, the main focus would be on the next generation of Z Fighters, especially on Goten, Pan, and Uub. (Goku and Vegeta didn't go anywhere and they aren't dead, they're still around and still very present so don't worry.)

After a mysterious Super Saiyan participant won the junior division of the World Tournament, and a lackey of Frieza's stealing the Dragon Balls to revive King Cold, Bulma begins prepping some of the Z-Fighters for a space expedition to defeat King Cold again and find any other surviving Saiyans. Shenanigans ensue, Gohan and Piccolo get left behind and instead, Trunks is left in his sister's newest spaceship with Goten, Pan, Bulla, Marron, Uub, and his friend, Rulah.

Unbeknownst to the seven, a huge power vacuum turned power struggle has formed in Frieza's wake. There's the inner conflict between the last of his relatives over who gets his shares of the galaxy and his resources, resistance groups rioting and regaining control of their respective planets, and other mercenary groups and pirates who have claimed planets for themselves. King Cold's only priority are the rumored Saiyan warriors roaming about who are either liberating planets from Frieza's control or destroying the planet all together.

And that's just the Galaxy War Arc lmao.

#dbz #dbs #db gt #son goten #goten #trunks #trunks briefs #son pan #pan #uub #bulla #bulla briefs #bra briefs #marron dbz #marron #rulah #frieza #freeza #cooler #king cold #dbz fic #my fic: dbj

[fangirlingpuggle]

Half asleep DBZ AU idea based on the idea of Bura becoming the next God of Destruction mixed with Kuriza x Bura.

Just Frizea being so pissed that the position of God of destruction had been taken by a Saiyan, not just any Saiyan but Vegeta’s child. 

And then his child ends up falling in love with them, and he’s stuck between so angry because Kuriza is marrying a Saiyan, Vegeta’s child, but also realizing his son is marrying God of destruction and is very conflicted.Connection to God of destruction but also... connection to Vegeta.

Kuriza meanwhile totally chill being trophy husband to God of destruction Bura and just gets to drink wine while watching Bura destroy whole planets and kick ass.

Also just Bura who is the Saiyan the least interested in fighting and battle being the one to have the huge power and become the next of God of destruction (And being Beerus’s favorite)

#DBZ #dragonball #kuriza #Bura #bura x kuriza #dbz bra #bulla #frieza #beerus #humor #au #fic prompt #bra briefs #dragon ball #I am so tired right now

[pjisskullourful]

Omg yes and y/n leaves hickeys on his lower abdomen right above and around his cock and she loves that the next shows outfit it low low rise and everyone is gonna see the hickeys

i love this idea so much tht i took a lil stab at writing it while im lying in bed. but i an so tired that i didnt get much further than 400words

hope yall like what i got sofar& i hope i'll have the energy to work on it again soon

its not proofread, im literally struggling to keep my eyes open, dont judge me

definitely accepting title suggestions

This wasn't the first time you had watched a Måneskin concert, in the six months that you had been dating Damiano you had seen a bunch of their live shows.

But you were still surprised by how the crowd responded to him. He could keep them so consistently excited, they were captivated by every move, screaming with complete abandon. From your spot backstage, you could see some signs being held up, and most of them were explicit in nature. Then the bras went flying at him, launched through the air to land at his feet, unprompted. How much had those bras cost?

It was a strange notion to think that yours wasn't the only bra he would touch or remove tonight. This intimate act was offered so freely to him and by a large number of people (you imagined there were more pieces of lingerie that hadn't been thrown hard enough to make it to the stage). They were willing to part with their possessions for a shot at intimacy with him.

Everyone wants to fuck him. This wasn't a brand new concept to you. But tonight the knowledge came with some extra weight. Your fingers curled into your palms until you could feel the nails pressing on the skin as you wondered what they were doing to him in their fantasies.

You had the rest of the gig to move away from this jealousy. Eventually you could keep your eyes off of the crowd, instead watching for the fun little subtleties in his performance. You kept reminding yourself that you were the only one who got to have him. But simply thinking it didn't feel good enough after a while, you needed to act.

You were upon him as soon as he got off stage, coming into this private area, covered in so much sweat that his bare torso glistened. Usually you greeted him with a bottle of water, but that wasn't going to cut it tonight. You threw your arms around him, feeling like you had been waiting days to kiss him. He didn't resist, his arms moving around you as he kissed you back. He didn't prioritise catching his breath, just letting you enjoy his mouth. The activity of so many people backstage carried on without any input from either of you.

“It was a good show?” He asked, stealing more kisses in the quick pauses between words. “Did you have fun?”

You nodded, dragging your fingers over his scalp. “Uh-huh. But the real fun is just starting.”

#fic preview #do.not.get it twisted #i am not shading the people who throw their bras #i almost took a whole aas dress off to throw at kesha when she was singing take it off #but for me at my gig my bra cost too much to just get ditched after wearing it one time

[vanivenivici]

Feel like absolute shit I just want them back. So here's another femshuake ficlet. yuri be upon ye

Justice Rank 6 but with gorls

“Can I ask that you keep this between us?”

What, this impromptu bathhouse trip? Kurusu isn’t one to kiss and tell. No, why would she tell anyone about this? Makoto and Ryuji would accuse her of getting too friendly with the enemy, and she’d never hear the end of it.

But Akechi doesn’t elaborate. She stands there in her towel with her bra in her hands. It’s… padded. Her thumb leaves a deep indentation in the material from her fierce grip. Her figure isn’t real, either. A bitter smile cuts across her face, then she throws the thing into her locker and slams it shut before heading into the bathhouse proper.

So. Wow. Okay, that’s what she meant. Kurusu follows her in without a word. A bath to wash away the day’s grime sounds heavenly, actually. She picks a spot nearby and begins her routine. Akechi hasn’t gotten her hair wet so neither will she. It’s too much trouble, anyway. She sees Akechi spread the soap down her long slender legs, and she wonders.

She wonders about a lot of things—soap on soft legs across arms down shoulders thighs perfect manicured fingers—and she blasts herself in the face with cold water. She knows why the padded bra exists, it’s nothing but dressing for the public. It’s a costume of the Ideal. The constant grind to be perfect in both mind and body. Still, Kurusu wonders if the bra was an agency idea, or if Akechi decided it all on her own.

“So, what size are you really?” Kurusu asks over the running water.

She hums. “Similar to you, I’d imagine. E70.”

“The exact same.”

“Ah. We really could swap places,” she laughs. “I bet my clothes would look good on you.”

“You think so? I can’t say the same for mine. They’re kinda plain…”

“That’s on purpose though, isn’t it?” she says more like an accusation. “You prefer to not stand out. Tell me, were those fake glasses of yours a lawyer’s idea, or did you concoct the disguise yourself?”

The exact same. Kurusu douses herself with more water, despite Akechi’s piercing gaze. “I decided it myself.”

Akechi’s smile gains that bitter edge once again. “We’re a lot alike, you know. A simple mask may become an anchor, but it’s still too important to let go.”

“Yeah…”

She stares for a long time into the soapy water as it slowly sinks towards the floor drain. Then suddenly, she perks up: “Ah! I’m sorry. Places like this always dredge up a lot of old memories…”

#my writing #femshuake #p5r fic #detective princess seifuku supremacy #Japanese bra sizes are totally different man writing leads you down the wildest rabbit holes

[lewishamiltonstuff]

Does Lewis need a sibling for Roscoe? Because I can bark WOOF WOOF

#the way every fibre of feminism evaporates from my body when it comes to THIS man is astonishing considering I'm a bra-burning feminist #how can I become a dog bc seems like being a human IS CLEARLY NOT WORKING IN MY FAVOUR #this is so embarrassing #lewis hamilton #roscoe hamilton #lewis #roscoe #formula one #formula 1 #f1 #team lh44 #lh44 #fic ref #fic ref 2023 #f1blr

[kalgalen]

prompt: 2 characters find themselves unexpectedly stuck somewhere close, quiet, and alone together

ocs encouraged :3

Charm isn't a creature of silence. Li is, which is probably why she doesn't realize something is wrong at first.

They're stuffed in a closet, pressed together in the dark, their breath mingling while they listen for signs of their pursuers. Li can hear them shouting, the clanking of weapons and armors barely audible through the decrepit walls - but still, close, too close. This place is a maze, and they're outnumbered; they'll be able to take the guards out one by one once they've gotten tired of chasing them, but for now the cramped space should be an adequate hiding spot.

To distract herself, Li starts taking stock of her surroundings. One breath in, the next one out - measured, controlled - icy. The closet smells like dust and old furs, like rust and forgotten secrets. Below the shuffling of the mercenaries, she can hear the creaking of the dilapidated house, the steady beat of her own heart - and the one, erratic and crazed, coming from Charm's chest.

Li looks up; Charm's eyes are closed, and she's very still, hunched over so that she can fit in the wardrobe. Even then, her horns scrape the roof of it; she's like a dog in a too-small cage, her breath short and her knuckles white over her staff.

"Charmion?" Li asks very quietly, even though she doubts that with all the commotion they're making the guards have even the sliver of a chance to hear them.

Charm's long ears twitch, but her eyes remain closed. She exhales, takes a couple of shaky, steadying breaths.

"I'm fine," she grits out, though it isn't obvious whether she's answering to Li or talking to herself.

Li frowns. This isn't the brazen, dynamic woman she knows.

"You aren't," she points out. "I can hear your heartbeat."

Charm sighs, her annoyance clear, and half-opens one eye to glare at Li. She screws it shut again immediately, a distressed whine escaping from her throat. Li rolls her eyes.

"Tell me what's wrong," she insists. "I can help."

"Can you get me out of this closet?" Charm says through clenched teeth - and oh, alright. This is the issue, then.

"You are claustrophobic."

"Yeah, thanks for pointing it out," Charm whispers angrily.

Li grimaces inwardly. Silence falls on them.

Then:

"I'm sorry," Li confesses reluctantly. " I didn't think - well."

"That I'd be scared of tight spaces? Lots of those, when you're my size, you know."

"That you'd be scared of anything, honestly," Li says softly. She wants to lift up a hand, put it up on Charm's freckled shoulder as an attempt to comfort her; the space they're in is so small, though, and Li doesn't want to crowd Charm more that she already is.

So instead, she hesitantly reaches out - finds Charm's hand, the one busy picking at the side seam of her pants, and gently takes it into her own.

"This is going to be fine. I am with you," she murmurs, infusing her words with the coolness and the calm of a snowy winter morning.

After a beat, Charm squeezes her fingers back.

"Are you trying to cast a spell on me?"

"Is it working?" Li asks carefully.

The breath Charm lets out is deeper this time, more controlled. She smiles, and while it's timid, it's got this playful edge that Li has learned to recognize.

"With you? Always."

#OOP IT GOT. longer than expected #anyways thank you for making me play w my bbys #fic tag #bras cassés