confessions | phoebe + isra
Rating: Teen and up
Word count: 500+
Warning(s): Brief mention of sex, non-explicit
Summary: Phoebe Del Campo pressures her best friend, Isra Atkins, into telling her about the guy she's seeing.
Author's Note: After writing a post about this scene, I was bullied into posting it, so thank you @lukespatterson and @anna-phora, who also helped with the title. Isra Atkins is a TFATWS OC, whereas Phoebe Del Campo is a Moon Knight OC. Also, enjoy this shitty gif I quickly made.
“How long has it been since you were in the country?”
Phoebe watched as her friend took a long sip of her tea before setting the cup down.
Isra shrugged. “I’m always in and out.”
Phoebe hummed. “And when are you leaving next?”
They did this back and forth every time they met. Phoebe would pretend to believe Isra when she said she worked in international relations, and Isra would pretend Phoebe didn’t see right through her. Phoebe knew her better than anyone. She knew Isra would never have given up on her doctorate unless something happened. Considering her research had been on spies, Phoebe suspected Isra had been recruited by MI5 or MI6, though she’d never been able to discern which.
“Tonight,” Isra told her, bringing Phoebe back to the present. “But it’s a holiday, sort of.”
Phoebe quirked a brow. “Sort of?”
Isra’s jaw clenched. “I’m going to a wedding.”
“Whose wedding?”
From the way she shifted her position in her seat, Isra was clearly not keen on telling Phoebe any of this, which could only mean one thing: She’d met someone.
“A colleague’s cousin is getting married,” she told Phoebe. “He asked me to be his plus one.”
Phoebe grinned. “What’s his name?”
Isra groaned and stalled by taking another sip of her tea, which had probably long since gone cold. “He’s just a colleague,” she eventually replied.
“Oh, come on,” Phoebe pleaded. “I’m your friend, so you can tell me if you have a boyfriend.”
“He is not my boyfriend.”
“Sure, that’s why you’re blushing.”
Isra groaned again. “I hate you.”
Gotcha, Phoebe thought. “No, you don’t,” she said giddily. “What’s his name?”
The slightest ghost of a smile appeared on Isra’s face. “Joaquín Torres.”
Phoebe frowned in surprise. “Spanish?”
Isra shook her head. “American,” she replied. “But yes, Latino.”
“So, the sex is good?”
“Phoebe!”
She put her hands up. “Sorry,” she replied. “I know that’s a stereotype.”
If possible, Isra’s cheeks grew darker as the blush spread and deepened. “It is good, though.”
“I knew it,” Phoebe exclaimed, earning a hoard of disapproving looks from the fellow guests at the café.
“I’ve never met anyone with a mouth like his,” she gushed. “He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I get there every time.”
“God, you’re living the dream, aren’t you?” A rush of jealousy flooded through Phoebe. She wasn’t usually one to get jealous but seeing her friend, who was usually unwilling to talk about anything to do with relationships, be so happy and blushy made the green-eyed monster rear its ugly head. It wasn’t fair to Isra. Phoebe wanted her to be happy, and it seemed that Joaquín Torres had made that happen.
She swallowed her jealousy and met her friend’s eye. “So, you’re meeting his family, then?”
Isra nodded. “I’m terrified.”
“They’ll love you,” Phoebe assured her, placing a comforting hand over hers. “If he likes you, so will they.”
“I hope so,” Isra said and pulled out her phone to look at a text. This time, a big smile spread across her face.
“That him?”
“Hm?” Isra questioned, bringing her eyes back up to meet Phoebe’s.
“That him?”
“Yes,” she said, putting the phone down. “Breakfast’s on me.”
“Yeah, it is,” Phoebe agreed, letting an easy laugh go as Isra flagged down a waitress to ask for the bill.
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These amateurs.... You have to bully Imp by offering something in return.
I'll give you a snippet of pregnant Remus or professors moonchaser if you post some Sirius & Harry headcanons.
You know, I don't know if I like being Perceived like this 😂
FINE, SNITCH WINS. I HAVE BEEN SUCCESSFULLY BULLIED.
-When Harry was a baby and fussy, Sirius used to take him on motorbike rides sometimes to get him to fall asleep. After Sirius is freed post-POA, he and Harry both suffer from insomnia, so he often finds himself taking Harry up in the motorbike a lot (this time in the sidecar instead of strapped to Sirius’s chest.) Harry always falls asleep before they make it back to the house.
-It takes two years of living with Sirius for Harry to finally work up the courage to ask if they can get a pet (that’s something that normal families have, right? Harry so desperately wants to have and do all the things that normal families do.) Sirius is absolutely not jealous of the dog they get. Not at all. Not even when it sleeps with Harry most nights. Harry definitely does not wake up sometimes to find both the dog and Padfoot on the bed with him, both of them cuddling him.
-When Harry finds out Sirius is dating his former DADA professor, he doesn’t like it. It’s not that he doesn’t like Professor Lupin, it’s just--well, Sirius is his. It’s the first time he’s ever had an adult in his life who was there just for him. And now someone else is going to take Sirius’s attention away? No, thank you.
-(Harry gets over that pretty quickly, though, especially after both adults are quick to assure him that he comes first for Sirius and always will.)
-I’ve said this headcanon in other posts before, but Sirius starting a baby book for teenage Harry after he gets guardianship is something that is so precious to me, okay.
Okay is that good enough for a snippet, please and thank you???????
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