COD Oneshots (xReader)

Soap - Wingman & Wingwoman

just spent 10 hours straight on character.ai im ready to speedrun this oneshot
-i romanced this way too suddenly i'm sorry
-femreader | 2200 words

* ! y/n pov ! *
"I can't do this!" she panicked, throwing down her jacket and flopping down onto the couch.
"You can't or you won't?" i crossed my arms, towering over her curled up position as she cuddled a cushion. She was my best friend but damn she could be so stubborn and annoying. She'd liked this same guy for months, maybe even years, and she'd never done anything about it. Her main chance is now. from my secret information broker i've learnt that this man is going clubbing tonight which therefore means she has to go too.

"Whatever that means... both" she groaned
"Come on! I know you can do this! What if you never get this chance again?"
"I'll have a better blood pressure maybe?" she continued to groan
"Fine i'll go myself and tell him you have a little schoolgirl crush on him-" i took a step towards the door only to turn at the sudden hand on my shoulder,
"we do this like adults," her face was stern, but unserious. she grabbed her jacket and pulled it on before we both walked out of her apartment.

Initially i hadn't planned to go with her, I didn't think she needed me as much as she did. I came to her apartment illy prepared - which now means i'm wearing one of her dresses. It wasn't anywhere close to what i usually wore, colours and fabric very different - but a dress is a dress, even if it requires constant readjusting.

"Who did you even find this out from?" she whined again, "what if he's not even there?" her feet dragged. It's totally got to be a bad sign that she's so negative about this, but in my dreams they're perfect, so i guess i must be her wingwoman.
"He will be there - i have my sources" i side-eyed, picking up my pace so she hurries up.
"Okay... but what are your sources?" she raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued
"Reliable. What's with you?" i bumped her with my shoulder, the club lights coming into view at the end of the sidewalk.
"Do you like this 'source'?" her eyebrows raised even more, if it was even possible. she's always trying to find me some romance, i thanked the sky and everything holy that we had made it to the club, topic successfully avoided.

I had my sources- source. A Scottish man with a slight mohawk who was actually quite nice to talk to. I'd met him a while back at a coffee shop i used to work at, he'd sit and give me company during tiresome hours. he knew how to hold a conversation and had somehow found out how to make me endlessly talk back - which lead to some weird friendship of gossiping all the time. I'd talked to him recently about my best friends crush and it turns out they're really good friends, so all he did was invite him out clubbing - hence being my source, more like wingman for his own friend. Although, i wouldn't talk about him to my own friend - she also knew how to make me endlessly talk and if she got me started on him she'd endlessly hear about how his voice softens with his demeanour when he talks to me, how his blue eyes become so kind and caring when they meet mine, how his lips-

"ID" The bouncer stood firmly, hands holding each other and face straight. My friend showed her drivers license, i showed my expired drivers license. Driving is for losers anyway. he let us in and my ears were already threatening to pop at the bass and volume of the music, blinding lights shining right into my eyes. We stood to the side facing each other, her face laced with worry.

"what do i even say to him? 'oh hi i tracked you down'?" she was tense. i peered over her head, looking around the club until i found her guy, neat hair and crisp clothes. he sat at a bar, alone for some reason. Had the scotsman just abandoned him? i ignored the weirdness, turning back to the stressed face in front of me, ready to wrinkle.
"You sit at that bar and pretend you don't know he's there. order a drink and if he hasn't noticed you yet pretend to notice him. easy," i smiled, giving her an ok symbol with my hand
"That's not easy! that's imaginary land easy!" she grabbed my shoulders and lightly shook me, "He's going to think i'm a weirdo!" she continued to stress
"You are a weirdo!"
"Thanks, Y/n," She huffed, "What else can i do?"
"literally nothing. shoot your shot before he looks at other women," i pushed her in the direction of the bar, crossing my arms and waiting for her to leave before i end up shouting 'be free!'