More Junker Queen Oneshots ~REQUESTS CLOSED~

I'm Yours

"Come on, why don't you say somethin' to 'er?" my friend nudged my elbow.

"H-Hey, quit that," I playfully shoved her.

"You know it's obvious."

"Is it?"

"Well for me it is. As for her majesty, I don't think so."

"She must have all the men and women swoonin' over 'er."

"Ya think so? I am afraid of 'er."

"Because ya don't work directly with 'er."

"And yet, you do."

"Yes, I do."

"Why don't ya do somethin' then? I know you have a massive crush on 'er. Just like she has massive--"

"OK!" I said a bit too loudly, causing the people who were passing by to glare at me.

"Lower your voice," my friend laughed.

"Don't say things like that in public!" I hissed through clenched teeth.

"Say what?"

"You know."

My friend winked before cupping her hands and lifting an invisible object in the air.

"That's not why I am attracted to 'er."

"Right. It's 'er guns she's packin'."

"Not that either."

"Come on, Y/N. You're goin' to sit there and tell me ya like her for 'er personality?"

"Yes."

"I know that's a lie because the first time ya saw her majesty at the Reckonin', ya couldn't stop starin' at her abs and biceps."

"How can you not?" I said, following her as she walked past us, carrying something for an older woman.

"Y/N," my friend snapped her fingers in front of my face. "Ya have to make a move on 'er."

"I-I can't."

"Why? Don't tell me you're afraid of being rejected."

"It's not that. I-I fear that someone already got to 'er before me."

"Who?"

"The lady from New Junk City."

"The sword woman?!" my friend asked.

"Yes. I can't recall 'er name, but 'er."

"Do ya know what came of it?"

"No," I said.

"Then ya still have a chance."

"I don't know," I shook my head. "I-I don't want to ask 'er if she's already seein' someone."

"Won't know until us ask."

"I know, I know."

"C'mon, Y/N! Ya gotta go after 'er. Ya've had a massive crush on her for months now."

"I-I don't think I can do it."

"I know ya can," my friend smiled. "Have faith in yourself. You were able to impress her majesty with your weldin' skills. Now ya gotta impress 'er with your flirtin'."

"You're tellin' that to the wrong person."

"Ya mean ya don't know how to flirt?"

"Do ya think I am one to ask people out?"

"That's true."

"How do ya even flirt?"

"Ya just gotta go up to her, compliment 'er on literally anythin', and then go in for the kill."