It was all for you

by potterbite

I did 24 fics in 24 hours, and I thought I might as well post them here. For titles for each drabble, look at the chapter index. Some were from prompts, some I thought of myself, and all of them are fluffy Captain Swan (duh).

10. taking each other's phone au part 1

Emma wakes up with the worst hangover in her entire life – positive that she is, in fact, dying – to find that she doesn't have her phone. She has a phone, one that looks identical to her own, but it's most definitely not hers seeing as the background is of the ocean and there are pictures of people she's never even met.

After getting up for some aspirins and a giant glass of water, she sends a text to her own number.

You: Hello. Um, I hope you that have my phone might be missing your own, since I have one I do not own.

She takes a (long) hot shower, rinsing of the smell of old beer and cigarette smoke from her hair and body, and slowly starts to feel more and more human. When she's dressed, there's a reply to her message from what she recognizes as her own number.

237-98: Hello. Yes, I seem to be one phone down and in possession of an unknown one. Meet and switch back?

You: I have to go to work any minute, actually. Tomorrow? If you can survive that long without a phone.

She eats breakfast and tries to remember what happened after her fourth glass of wine, but can't recall any of it; she rushes off to work shortly after and doesn't see the new texts until lunch time.

237-98: Ha. Well, I have yours.

237-98: I must say, you are really pretty.

She groans, because of course she accidentally switches her phone with a creepy one.

You: You looked?

237-98: Like you didn't. I had to make sure my phone was in safe hands.

You: Busted.

She has just finished eating when he texts her again, making her snort.

237-98: I think I need to establish right away that I am not a scary guy. I just realized it was inappropriate for me to compliment your looks. I apologize.

You: Don't worry about it. You're not too shabby yourself. Besides, wouldn't that be the exact words of a creeper?

237-98: True. What can I say then?

You: Nothing. It is what it is.

237-98: Ah well, can't blame me for trying. For all I know, you might be equally creepy.

You: I am, I really am.

It goes on like that for the rest of the day; easy banter and questions about life in general, and Emma finds she enjoys talking to this guy, even though she's still not sure if he's stalker material or not.