Hii could u do one where the hero and civilian are friends (both female) they go out to a bar and villain (male) is there and he comes over to them to ask for a dance and the hero thinks he's asking hero but he's actually asking civilian, and civilian wants to yes but thinks he's joking or she doesn't want to break the "friendship code" (whichever option u prefer) but the hero actually encourages it.
Just a little something I think about
If u understand what I'm saying
The Matchmaker
Warnings: Slightly flirty. Soft romance. Mentions of alcohol.
"You are coming with me, Civi, like it or not," Hero claimed earlier that day, when they were still in Hero's apartment as the crime-fighter ransacked her own wardrobe, throwing dresses out onto the floor because there was no place on her bed anymore. "Where is that thing?!" She groaned, in search of something that seemed to be evading her.
Civilian sighed - not angry, just exasperated with her persistent friend. Don't get her wrong, she loved Hero with the entirety of her pure heart, but partying was never her go-to activity on a Friday night. It was reading. Baking. Crocheting. Anything on this Earth except for clubs and dancing. She felt awkward in any remotely public setting, let alone in a club or a bar where people go to socialise. Deliberately. Ugh.
Why would one do that? Civilian couldn't tell you.
"Hero, pleease-" She started with a whiny voice and her best pleading-for-mercy expression, but Hero interrupted her with a definitive no.
"No. No exceptions. It's my birthday, you owe me that much," Hero had insisted, earning a pitiful whimper from Civilian who already knew she could not refuse her best friend - on her birthday, no less. “Today has to be a good day for both of us.”
Hero grinned, satisfied with her victory, but then her eyes landed on the dress she had been looking for, and she emerged from the wardrobe with a victorious yelp. "Aha! Found it. Now, come on, put something decent on."
She aimed the dress at Civilian's head and earned a very improper gesture in response, but laughed it off. Today had to be fun; she didn't care if it took blackmail, manipulation, or outright forcing Civilian out of the comfort of her (or Hero's) apartment.
The bar was packed beyond belief. Or so Civilian thought, because there were about fifteen other people there, and that was too much. Hero had scoffed at her displeased demeanour the moment they had walked in and chose to ignore the tiny, frustrated sighs her friend let out every now and then. As if the crowd wasn't enough, Hero had put her into an outrageous dress (above knee length) and pulled her hair up into a ponytail, leaving Civilian feeling vulnerable and... alright, maybe she blushed when Hero called her effortlessly hot, and she might have liked the idea of being attractive, but it still felt like she was trying too hard. Hero called her ridiculous for considering a cocktail dress "too much", but given that Hero was wearing a sequin jumpsuit, Civilian thought she had no say in the ridiculousness domain.
They were about an hour into the celebration of Hero's year around the sun (read: five shots for Hero and an already-warm Aperol Spritz for Civilian in) when the atmosphere in the bar shifted. They didn't immediately see who came in, but even the usually oblivious Civilian sensed a change in the ambience of the place. Everyone seemed to be quiet; even the music sounded toned down. Then came the looming figure of Villain, wearing a black suit (not the place, dude!) and his signature cocky smirk. Hero's nemesis, the resident criminal, pain-in-the-ass, call him whatever.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the birthday girl," he drawled behind Civilian's back, making the hair on her neck stand. He was staring Hero down, but she didn't even twitch, smiling the same self-assured smile she always wore. "Celebrating your royal highness?"
Hero chuckled. Confident, bold, carrying herself with dignity in every situation - be it battle or a night at a bar. Civilian mumbled somewhat of a confirmation.
"Congratulations," Villain clinked his glass to hers, then to Civilian's leaning over her shoulder, causing her to squeak in surprise. He raised an eyebrow at that, his gaze lingering for a moment before he left, disappearing in the growing crowd. Civilian exhaled, her hands trembling slightly, and took a big gulp of the drink she was still nursing.
It wasn't until later, when the music was loud enough to dance, that Villain reappeared, swaying to the rhythm as he approached. Hero narrowed her eyes at him the second he stepped into her view. They were still seated because Civilian refused to dance while the lights were still on, claiming she felt like people were studying her. And if there was a pair of eyes glued to her with captivated intensity... well, a certain criminal had nothing to do with it.
Villain tilts his head, his gaze flicking over to Civilian nearby, ordering water before he opens his mouth to speak.
"Not. A. Chance. None, Vil," Hero cuts him off before he can even utter a word. Not because she hates him. Because he's like an annoying younger brother in her mind that she has to babysit, so he doesn't mess up the city.
But Villain looks unfazed. He lets out a huff of a laugh, shaking his head. "Actually, I was wondering if your lovely friend would dance with me." He informs, preventively maintaining a bit of a distance in case Hero goes for an immediate attack.
Except, her eyes don't narrow with suspicion, nor do they widen with sudden rage or offence. They sparkle. With excitement.
"What?" Villain asks, sounding sheepish but utterly adorable (to Hero, otherwise, he's formidable, he swears) at the same time. Hero's face brightens with the widest grin Villain has ever seen on her. What is happening..?
He doesn't manage to finish the thought when Hero claps her hands together. "That is such a great idea! Two of my favourite nuisances together, aww..."
Villain gapes at her excitement, blinking slowly like he has lost the plot entirely.
"But she needs prep," Hero sobers up from her sentimental feelings, turning serious again. Villain still looks confused, so she elaborates. "She's shy and thinks you're a real threat and not just my play partner."
"Excuse you?!" He exclaims, offended beyond belief. "I'm a professional villain!"
"Sure you are, sugar," Hero muses, teasing him for the sake of the blush colouring his ears. "But for our cause, you need to seem noble."
"You stop that," Villain hisses, pointing an accusatory finger at her, but changes his tune once he processes that second sentence. "And tell me more."
When Civilian returns with her bottle of water, Villain is gone, and Hero has a peculiar glint in her eyes. "You know, I'm quite ready to leave," Civilian starts, trying to approach from afar, but Hero sees right through her.
"In your dreams, Civi," she counters, leaning closer. "Have you noticed a certain someone cannot take his eyes off of you since he walked in?" She asks, her tone too coy to be ignored, but Civilian was never that perceptive.
"Hm? Who do you mean?" Civilian glances around, stumbling upon Villain's intent gaze but darting away instantly.
"Mhm. You know who I'm talking about," Hero hums, satisfied with having planted the idea. "You should go dance with him."
"N-no, I- I can't," Civilian objects instantly. Not that Villain isn't attractive - he's gorgeous, quite honestly. Yet she thinks it's inappropriate. Friendship code and his enmity with her best friend aside, it's Hero's birthday. Today should not be about Civilian at all.
"I can't do that," she repeats, attempting to convince both Hero and herself. "And besides, why would he be looking at me?"
"Are you kidding?" Hero crosses her arms over her chest and lets out a disbelieving laugh. Is this girl blind? "Look at him. The guy's drooling."
"Hero!" Civilian can try to protest all she wants, but the way her neck reddens gives away her true feelings. "He's probably just joking... or trying to see if he can get to you through me."
"You take that back!" Hero snaps like Civilian's self-deprecation is offensive on a personal level. Unbeknownst to Civilian, she motions for Villain to come over while she continues laying the ground.
"Hero..." Civilian mutters, voice full of complaint. Hero exhales. Here comes the whine that means 'I want to, but I'm scared and doubting myself'.
She grips Civilian's chin, demanding eye contact. Her expression hardens into unyielding conviction. "Civi, shut up and get up. Now. That's my birthday wish."
Civilian is about to protest again when Villain coughs, gently attracting her attention. Hero shoos her out of her chair before Villain even has the chance to extend his hand. And Civilian has no other choice but to take it, blushing more profusely than Villain Hero winks at him, encouraging him to go on.
Over two hours later, Hero watches them still swaying to the soft music. The bar is empty now, not a soul left behind when Hero nods to the bartender, places her empty glass on the table, and leaves, smiling under her nose as she walks down the empty street.
Today was certainly a good day. For all three of them.
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A/N: Hello darling! Thank you so much for this request, I had so much fun writing it! I hope you will enjoy reading this just as much. This reminded me of my first stories here - a little more on the cute flirty side than suggestive or dark.
