Kit was Liam’s wrangler at a con in London, and he was immediately impressed with her art. They kept in touch afterwards, and Liam immediately brought her up to do the character art when the show got started.
Liam’s original character description he provided to Kit was extremely detailed. In contrast, Laura’s description was “Make me look hot.”
Kit’s always had quite a bit of creative license to make the official character portraits, beyond those provided descriptions.
Kit’s reaction to getting a new character-arc request: “It figured it would be Sam.” She got the request two days before Taryon showed up, when only Matt and Sam knew.
Original character concept for Tary: “Richard Branson meets Tony Stark with a dash of Gaston from Beauty and the Beast.”
Kit would love to do an episode with Mary Elizabeth–she made Lilith a tiefling because she loved Zahra so much.
Kit was so emotional at one of the more brutal parts of the Whitestone Arc that she had to go hide in the bathroom at work for five minutes.
Lilith’s voice was based on the doll in the hunter’s dream in Bloodborne.
Kit has continued to play Lilith in a game DMed by High Rollers’ Mark Hulmes
Brian: “EpiSODE 87.” Marisha: “Why do you say it like an asshole?”
Both Keyleth and Marisha, deep down, are kind of hoping that her mother is dead, because otherwise she’s alive and just never came back.
Brian messes up Vex/Vax again. “Critrolestats… please delete your account.”
Pirate ship names! Liam: “The Salty Bastard”. Taliesin: “The Purple Mane”. Liam: “The Raven’s Lullabye, The Ocean’s Bulge”. Taliesin: “The Dignity and Impudence”. Marisha: “…The Dignity and Impotence?”
Keyleth would be more likely to accept her mother’s death if it was part of the Aramente, so she wouldn’t be as likely to react strongly against the Kraken the way she did against Raishan.
If Percy could get rid of the magical feats, he would. He’s okay with the magical items he uses because a lot of them are thinly magical or sort of anti-magical. He doesn’t like not knowing why something doesn’t work. Marisha: “Is that how you feel about Keyleth?” Taliesin points out that Percy’s prepared for Keyleth to wind up completely vulnerable for no other reason than that somebody comes in and snaps their fingers.
Taliesin: “If you’ve learned anything about me, it’s that I can put anything in this studio in my mouth.” Liam: “I mean, I’m right here.”
Liam: “I think we’re both a little competitive. (whispers) [Laura]’s more competitive.”
Taliesin describes Taryon as Scrappy Doo.
Out-of-context quote from Marisha: “I don’t want anyone to think I’m shitting on sommeliers.”
Brian: “This is my favorite episode of whatever the fuck this show is.”
Keyleth thinks it’s kinda nice that somebody is looking up to her a bit.
Vax has been spending more time with Grog because he wants him to be happy, and feels closer to him now that a lot of the tension between them has dissipated. Liam doesn’t trust Travis not to restart the prank war, though…
Taliesin describes Percy/Vex as “leaning positively into the bad decision.”
Liam points out that without Vex in his life, Percy might veer off into a Sith sort of direction. Taliesin is inclined to agree, and notes that, punk-rock as she is, Vex keeps Percy from going too dark.
Marisha points out that a lot of people coming to LA build a chosen family, which is what happened with their group. Liam: “Vox Machina is a family because we’re a family. It just bleeds through.” Taliesin notes that it seems like D&D should always veer in that direction, but he’s never had a game actually go that way to the extent that this one has.
Magical reappearance of Kit Buss!
Liam thinks it’s a toss-up between Vax, Keyleth, and Grog accidentally killing the Kraken. Vax: “I’m just gonna teach him a lesson– oh, he’s dead.”
Taliesin once dyed his hair half-black, half-white and braided it into a checkerboard.
Possibility of updated character art with the Vestiges!
Liam points out that the beauty of the show is that it shifts from deep and meaningful moments to goofy messing-with-friends moments on a dime. It’s simultaneously a very deep show and fundamentally a game.
Taliesin can see Keyleth as Yoda in the future. Marisha: “Yeah, totally!”
Everyone would love to see Kit’s take on Senokir and Raishan.
When Matt described Captain Adella, Kit thought of Zamira Drakasha from the Gentleman Bastards series.
Brian’s official ship names: Kevaxleth and VexPex.
Ahhhhhh I managed to finish this! My friends @redenne and @vreemdear-draws have recently got me into playing Fire Emblem and highly recommended starting with Awakening. I’m honestly enjoying it so much and fell in love with Chom from the first cutscene so I’m playing the game as a girl, but Oliva gives me so much life and is so cute!
I wanted to draw her in the midst of dancing looking all swishy and lost in dance but ugh, she just looks hella seductive haha! I FEEL KINDA BAD BECAUSE SHE’S SUCH A SWEETY AND I FEEL LIKE I’VE MADE HER A VIXEN!
Now that I’ve recovered from the initial shock, I have to say that it might not be as bad as it seems.
Betty (well Archie) broke up with Jughead, because the Black Hood made her do it and not because they don’t love each other anymore or because of any other issues.
Yes, Jughead and Toni kissed, but at this point Jughead was feeling extremely hurt, confused and hopeless and was actually believing the stuff Archie said (even though you would think that he knows Betty well enough to realize that something is off, but then on the other hand, he’s also quite insecure, so it actually makes kinda sense to me). We also don’t know what happens next, because we’ve only seen a few seconds of the kiss, maybe he’ll even push Toni away when realizing that it doesn’t feel right. Who knows?
I’m obviously very disappointed (poor Betty :( ), but I think we should not forget that Betty and Jughead are still very much in love with each other and that Archie was basically the one fucking things ups.
So just because Mary has some good qualities, I should be okay with Joseph and her staying in their unhappy and unfulfilling marriage? Mary has shown to be a loving person to her friends but none of that love was given to her husband and children. If Mary was shown to be a good mother and wife instead of a neglectful alcoholic mother, I would have been like “Okay it’s pretty shitty that Joseph would cheat on her and I feel kinda guilty for trying to break up a marriage.”
I get that it’s bad to try and break up a marriage and being a homewrecker. I wouldn’t have minded, though, if Joseph’s end was to stop seeing the MC to finalize his divorce and start dating when everything has settle, but they decided to keep Joseph in a shitty marriage because Mary is sometimes a nice gal. And it’s not fair for Mary either because it’s obvious that she’s unhappy too, whether it’s because she doesn’t love Joseph or because Joseph doesn’t love her.
I don’t necessary need MC to be together with Joseph in the end, but I would have liked to see Joseph going through the process of having a happy life without putting on a facade for the Maple Bay community.
And why not give us the option of helping Joseph instead of simple fucking him on his boat? They made MC and Joseph into bad people without an option to take the moral high ground.
I don’t regret buying the game because I love these characters, but I’m disappointed that more thought wasn’t put into Joseph and his end. It’s not right to break up a marriage, but it’s not right to think that a gay man should remain in a broken marriage with a woman simple because Mary is kinda okay.
A/N: sorry for leaving y’all hanging for a bit, i’ve been wayyy busy. The ending’s kinda awkward and cliffhanger-y even though there’ll be no continuation. It’s also kinda short bc ya girl is bad at writing pussy eating
Hii, so this is the fourth and final part of my break series. Thank you so much for your amazing messages and for reading it. I hope you like this part as well.❤
What the hell are you doing here?” she asked and was surprised herself at how cold her voice sounded. Harry whirled around and stopped draping berries on the waffles he made, his eyes were wide with shock and his mouth agape. “I-I wanted to surprise you. I made breakfast and-” She interrupted him with a humorless laugh, crossing her arms over her chest. “Surprise me? I think you’ve surprised me enough lately.” “What?” he asked with furrowed brows. “I was surprised when I didn’t hear from you at all during the last two weeks, nothing to keep me updated. I was surprised when I texted you and didn’t get a reply. I was surprised when you didn’t let me know when you came home. I was surprised when you didn’t come home as soon as you left the airport.” Harry was standing there completely dumbfounded, suddenly feeling insecure about what he prepared for her. He had no idea what was going on, thought she would jump into his arms as soon as she saw him. He thought she would love the flowers he brought her and the breakfast he prepared. That wasn’t the case, apparently. “You… I… What?” he asked again. “I don’t know if I want to see you right now, Harry.”
“Baby, I literally have no idea what’s going on right now.”
He took a few steps in her direction but stopped when he caught her warning glare.
“Tell me what I’ve done wrong.” he pleaded.
He just wanted to hug her. His fingertips were aching to touch her, his lips yearning for hers.
“You ignored me. Completely.” she huffed.
“But I thought that was the purpose of this break? To get away from each other and not talk for a while?”
“But not like that! You know how fucking worried I am every single time you’re in New York! This city is absolutely crazy and so many disgusting things happened to you there already. And this time as well! You don’t even know how goddamn worried I was, it would have been nice to let me know you were okay. And then I texted you after your performance and you didn’t reply! I waited days for you to just text a ‘thanks’ back, but you ignored it. And it hurt.” her last words were a small whimper, her bottom lip wobbling.
“Oh, darling.” Harry sighed.
He carefully got closer to her and when he was sure she wouldn’t push him away he wrapped his arms tightly around her shaking form and pressed her to his chest. Her arms slung around his waist and her hands fisted the material of his white shirt.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. So sorry.” Harry whispered against the top of her head and pressed countless kisses against her hair.
“It h-hurt so much.” she sobbed against his chest and his heart broke, he could feel it.
He sighed again and pulled her closer if that was even possible.
When she calmed down a bit and the sobs subsided he took hold of the backs of her thighs and lifted her up to sit her down on the kitchen table. He moved a chair so he could sit in front of her and took her hands gently in his.
“I didn’t mean to ignore you. After we saw each other at Gemma’s I didn’t know what to do or how to act. I didn’t want to leave and I certainly didn’t want to go back to complete silence between us. And then you called and told me what happened with that son of a bitch and even though I told you everything was okay it hurt so bad. The thought that he touched you and that I wasn’t the last person you kissed killed me. And maybe I was a bit mad so I didn’t keep you updated. But I never got any texts from you.”
“You told me you weren’t mad.”
“I know, and I wasn’t. Not at you. But I kinda took it out on you. And I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you feel bad for lying to me?” she asked after a moment and yanked her hands away from his.
“Of course you’ve gotten my texts! I texted you right after the show was over! And my phone said you got it.”
“I swear to god baby, I never got a text from you. ”
“Show me your phone.” she demanded.
At first he wanted to protest because he didn’t know what would happen if he really got her text and ignored it. But he knew he couldn’t deny her now, she’d think he was hiding something. So he fished for his phone in his jeans pocket and handed it to her. She typed in his password and he saw the relief on her face when it still was the same code. The day they got together.
It took her a few second to open up his messages and scroll through them until she found her texts and then it was obvious why he didn’t text back. There were at least hundred people he texted back and another seventy he didn’t even open, at the very bottom hers.
“Oh.” she breathed.
She sighed and showed him his phone. He closed his eyes briefly and took the phone away from her to place it on the table.
“So many people texted me, love. I didn’t check my phone until the morning after and then I had around 200 messages, I’m sorry I didn’t see yours.”
“It isn’t, should have checked if you texted me or not but I was scared you didn’t watch it.”
“Of course I did. Stayed up until morning for you.” she smiled softly.
“And I appreciate that. And I love that you were the very first person who texted me, really means a lot to me.”
This time it was her who reached out to touch him, her fingers threading through his.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was okay after the little incident with those girls.”
“Were you?” she asked and the concern was clear in her voice.
“Okay, I mean.”
He hesitated for a moment before he nodded.
“Was a bit scary but I had bodyguards with me and they didn’t do anything bad, only wanted pictures.”
“But it wasn’t okay. I can’t understand how they could treat you like that, like you were an object and they had the right to get a picture with you.” she shook her head.
“It’s over now, yeah? Don’t wanna talk about it anymore.”
She nodded and gave his hand a squeeze to which he replied with a soft kiss to her knuckles.
“I’m also sorry I didn’t let you know when I came home but I was scared they found out my flight information and the airport would be crowded. Didn’t want you to get into danger for me. And I didn’t come home straight away because it was midnight when I left the airport and I didn’t want to wake you so I thought I’d come over in the morning and make you breakfast.” he smiled softly and her heart was melting for him.
This time she lifted his hand to her mouth and kissed each knuckle.
“Thank you. I really appreciate you looking out for me like that.”
“Always, my love.”
“Can we have breakfast now? I’m starving.”
Harry laughed and nodded, making her sit down on a chair and serving her the food he prepared.
They talked about anything and everything while eating, just not about the important things. It was like they were both tiptoeing around the one subject that kept them up at night for the last few weeks.
At some point it was impossible to ignore it though. They cleaned the table and put away the dirty dishes and were now sitting across from each other at the table again. This situation was unfortunately familiar, this was how this all started.
“So I guess we have to talk, yeah?” Harry asked nervously with a shaky voice and eyes that didn’t dare find hers.
“Yeah.” Y/N breathed.
“I’ll start, okay?”
She nodded and took a deep breath, trying to brace herself for what was about to come.
“Before we took this break so many things went wrong. We didn’t talk to each other and when we did we were yelling. I don’t know where it all went wrong and I don’t know how I could let it get that far. I always swore to myself to never hurt you and to love you every second of every day and I never stopped loving you. Not for a single second. But I hurt you. I hurt you over and over again. And I don’t think I can forgive myself for that.”
Tears were streaming down his face and dripping down onto his thighs. The shakiness of his voice interrupted him every few seconds.
Y/N gasped at his last words, the fear that she tried to push away came back full force. He couldn’t forgive himself?
“What do you mean by that?”
He took a deep breath and reached out for her hands.
“I don’t know if it would be fair to you if we keep going and forget about all that’s happened. I broke your heart, love. How is this going to work when I’ve broken your heart?”
“We won’t forget about it, Harry. Yes, you’ve hurt me with what you’ve said but I hurt you as well, don’t try to deny that. I broke your heart when I suggested the break, and I broke your heart when I told you about Tim. We both are hurt and maybe it’s not fair to each other when we keep going but do you want to break up? Because I don’t.”
“Of course not.” he shook his head.
“Great.” she said relieved.
Harry laughed softly and stroked over her knuckles with his thumb.
“C'mere.” he whispered and tugged on her hand softly.
She hesitantly stood up from her chair and walked over to him where she sat down on his lap, her knees against his hips. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
“Do you think we can fix this?” she asked after a moment.
“I mean… It’s gonna be hard but I’m sure we’ll get through this. We love each other, right?”
“Yes.” she nodded.
“Then we can do it.” he smiled at her lovingly.
She leaned against him so her head was right at the place where his neck met his shoulder, her favorite place. She wrapped her arms around his waist and breathed him in. He did the same, he pulled her even tighter against him and nuzzled her hair with his nose.
“This break was a nightmare.” she sighed.
“God, yes. It was hell.” he agreed.
“Do you think it helped us?”
“A bit, I think.” he said and pressed a kiss against her head.
“I think we were able to think everything through and realize what’s important.”
“Yeah.” she nodded against his shoulder.
“Missed you like crazy, even though you’ve been an ass before.”
He chuckled lowly and squeezed her lightly.
“Missed you even though you’ve been a pain in the ass.”
She pulled back to look at him and grinned. Harry moved one hand to cup her cheek and stroke her skin with his thumb. Her eyes fluttered close at the contact and her breathing stopped for a second.
“Haven’t kissed me hello yet.” he whispered so quietly she almost didn’t hear him.
Her eyes opened again and now they looked a bit glassy and droopy, his touch did that to her.
She leaned in and waited until he did the same, meeting each other in the middle. Their lips brushed against each other’s and Harry watched how her eyes closed. He pulled her face closer until their lips were pressed together in a gentle kiss that made them both sigh against each other. Y/N was almost overwhelmed at how close she was to him, she could feel his breath against her skin and the only thing she felt and smelled was him.
The kiss wasn’t urgent or fast, it was loving and slow and filled with every emotion they felt towards each other. When they parted she didn’t have enough yet, her lips searched his immediately again and she kissed them countless times.
“God, I missed being close to you.” he breathed when they’ve finally parted, both gasping for air.
“Yes, my love?”
“Take me to bed.”
Harry removed his hands from her face and she watched how his eyes widened with shock and his lips parted in surprise.
“Love, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
Her face fell immediately and tears welled up in her eyes. She sniffed and tried to get off his lap but Harry stopped her by grabbing her wrists.
“Hey, no. You understood that wrong. I just mean that we’ve just made up and I don’t know if sex is such a good idea for us now.”
“Make up sex? Harry, I missed you so much and now that I’ve finally got you back I just want to be as close to you as possible. Please.” she almost begged.
Harry stared at her for a moment and he had to admit he wanted her too. He sighed and nodded. He made her arms wrap around his neck, grabbed the backs of her thighs and stood up with her. He carried her to their bedroom, where he hasn’t been for a whole month.
He gently lied her down on the bed and just admired her for a moment. His fingertips stroked over her soft skin, fist her forehead then her nose and then over her lips.
“Make love to me.” she whispered softly and pressed a kiss to his fingertip.
His eyes snapped to hers and they immediately softened when he saw the tears in her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her lips, taking his time with every stroke of his tongue.
Harry took his time with everything, he undressed her so slowly she was almost getting impatient. Every kiss to her skin lasted longer than normal, every touch feeling more intense and making her shiver.
She took her time as well, kissing every inch of his body and making him writhe and moan underneath her.
When they were both finally naked they didn’t waste anymore time with foreplay, Harry connected them with one thrust of his hips. It was a shock to her at first and she gasped but she got used to his size very quickly.
They kept kissing and whispering sweet ‘I love you’s the whole time. At one point Harry took hold of one of her hands and threaded his fingers through hers. His other hand wandered over her back to her thigh, where he made her leg bent up and her knee touch her breast so he could reach deeper.
It didn’t take them long to reach their peak, both grinding against each other and moaning how close they were and when it finally happened it was overwhelming. They came together, at the same time and with such force that they both couldn’t help but moan out loud.
When they caught their breath again and came down from their highs they were lying so close that every inch of their bodies were touching. Harry kept on stroking her back, making her shiver every once in a while. Y/N pressed countless kisses against his chest, loving the way his muscles tensed every time.
“I was thinking…” Harry whispered after a while.
“We should go away together. For a few days.”
Y/N lifted her head from his chest and looked up at him, her lips stretched with a smile.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Something private. A place where we feel at home.” he grinned mischievously.
“Your mums?” she gasped excited.
“Mhm.” he hummed with a big smile taking over his features.
“Yes. Hundred times yes.” she giggled.
“I know you love it there. And Holmes Chapel is a very special place for us, isn’t it?”
His hand reached up to stroke her hair away from her face and his fingertips traced her smiling lips.
“It’s so special, Harry.” she whispered.
And it was true. Even though it wasn’t her home it became her second home over the last few years. They spent a lot of time there, especially in the beginning of their relationship. The first ‘I love you’ was shared there. It got really serious between them when they’ve first been there. It’s their happy place. The place where they feel the closest.
“Already told mum we would come over, she’s so looking forward to seeing you. She missed you. Think she missed you more than me.” he fake pouted.
She giggled softly before her face fell and her brows furrowed lightly.
“Does she know what happened between us?”
“Yes.” he sighed and cupped her cheek in his hand.
“Had to tell her, didn’t I? Was screaming at me when I finished, told me to fix it and not come home until we made up.”
She breathed a soft laugh and shook her head.
“That so sounds like your mum.”
“She’s not mad at you in any way. Nothing to worry about.” he reassured her.
“S'good. Was a bit scared. I’m still scared to be honest.”
“About what?” he asked in a whisper.
She sat up completely, pulling the sheets with her so she could cover herself up. Harry sat up as well, his face showing concern.
“It’s just… As you said, is it fair to each other when we keep going?”
Harry searched her face, looking for any other emotion than the pure insecurity that her features showed.
“You said you don’t want to break up.”
“I know and I don’t. I’m just scared that we won’t be able to forget what happened and then we start to resent each other.”
“Baby…” Harry sighed and pulled her to him.
He hugged her around her shoulders and pressed countless kisses to the top of her head.
“It’s going to be hard to fight through this and forgive each other but I know we’ll make it. What we have is so special and unique. We’re so close and we love each other so much. We will get through this and in the end we’ll be even stronger, okay? We just have to work on our issues and then everything will be fine.”
A sigh left her lips and she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Can you promise me something?” she asked.
“Don’t let me go.”
Harry knew she meant right now and the future. And he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t let go of the tight grip he had on her now and he won’t let go of her in the future.
“Babe! Are you ready?” Harry yelled from downstairs.
“Just a second.” she shouted back from their bedroom.
She came running down the stairs a few moments later, tripping over her own feet on the last few steps and she would have fallen down if Harry hadn’t caught her.
She grinned at him and grabbed onto his shoulders.
“Alright, so I think I have everything. I have my phone, the charger, makeup, clothes, shampoo, toothbru-”
Harry interrupted her with a hard kiss that made her shriek against him. He’s done that a lot over the past few days, at least ten times that day.
“Sorry, couldn’t stop myself.” he smirked.
“I swear you’ll kill me these days.” she breathed.
Harry chuckled and grabbed her hand.
“C'mon now. Don’t want to keep my mum waiting.”
He tugged on her hand gently and lead her out of the house, opening the car door for her and letting her get inside.
Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous during the drive. It felt like the first time they made their way to Cheshire, and she was practically shaking with nerves. She was scared that Harry’s mum wouldn’t be that relaxed about all this. Of course, it was none of her business but still. She was scared of too many questions because she knew that could make them doubt everything again.
Harry noticed her nerves, she was constantly squirming in her seat and never sitting still for longer than a minute.
“Baby, I told you there’s nothing to worry about.”
“I can’t help it.” Y/N sighed.
“Darling, my mum loves you. Always has and always will.”
“And that’s exactly what I’m scared about! What if she changed her mind about me? Anne is so important to me, Harry. I don’t think I could take it if she didn’t like me anymore.”
“Sweetheart…” Harry breathed and grabbed her hand.
“My mum could never think any less of you. You’re like a second daughter to her. She loves you.”
And with a squeeze to her hand he signaled for her to drop the subject.
It took another few hours until they finally parked in front of the house which looked more like home than the house they shared in London.
As soon as they slammed the car doors shut the front door opened and Anne came running down the stairs.
“Oh, you’re here!”
She wrapped Y/N in a tight hug, almost crashing her but she didn’t mind one bit.
“I haven’t seen you in so long, darling. Oh goodness, I’ve missed you.” she almost cried, her arms constantly rubbing over Y/N’s back.“
“I missed you too.”
Anne pulled back from their embrace with a wide smile and tears brimming her eyes. Her hands cupped her cheeks and wiped at Y/N’s cheeks where tears were streaming down.
“Everything’s going to be alright, okay?” Anne whispered so lowly only Y/N could here.
She nodded as response and smiled warmly at Anne.
“Great to see you too, mother. I missed you a whole lot too… mother.” Harry said dramatically with as much sarcasm as he could muster up.
Anne laughed softly and made her way over to her son. She hugged him as tight as possible without hurting him.
“Don’t call me mother, sounds terrible.”
Harry chuckled and squeezed her tightly.
“Missed you, mum.”
“I missed you too, baby.”
Robin came out then, confused as to why they weren’t coming inside but the sight explained it all.
“Hello, love.” he spoke gently and engulfed Y/N in a tight hug.
“Hi, Robin.” she greeted him.
“You okay?” he asked when he pulled back and saw the tear stains.
“Yeah.” she nodded and smiled softly.
Robin squeezed her shoulders before he let go of her and looked at Harry.
“Hi, idiot.” he said jokingly.
“Hello, Robin.” Harry chuckled.
They brought their bags inside, putting them down in Harry’s childhood bedroom. Y/N felt nostalgia hitting her as soon as she opened the door. The bed where he said ‘I love you’ for the fist time. The smell that never seemed to leave this room and made her feel so at home because it was his smell.
“Everything okay, love?” Harry asked her when she wouldn’t move and stood there as if lightning struck her.
“Hey…” he said softly and turned her around, lacing his fingers through hers and lifting his free hand to her cheek to make her look at him.
“What’s going on?” he pressed.
She shook her head and diverted her eyes to the floor.
“Darling.” he whispered and lifted her head with two fingers underneath her chin.
“It’s just… Every time we’ve been here we’ve been so incredibly happy. There’s no other place where I feel this close to you. What if that is gone?”
Harry searched her eyes and saw the worry and trouble in them.
“Nothing’s gone, baby. It might take a bit of time to come back but this is still our happy place. You have to stop doubting everything. Just have trust in us. In our love.”
She gazed into his eyes for a few more moments and then nodded. He was right. Of course he was.
Harry pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her nose and then to her lips. Over and over again he covered her mouth with his, letting his lips stroke over hers.
“Mum probably wonders what we’re doing.” he said after they spent minutes like that.
“Probably.” Y/N agreed.
“C'mon. Let’s go downstairs.”
The day they spent with Anne and Robin was paradise. They cooked together, played scrabble and talked about anything and everything. But her favorite part was probably when they went for a walk and Harry wrapped his arm so tightly around her waist they were almost tripping over each other’s feet. They were walking in front of Anne and Robin but they didn’t care that they showed more PDA than ever before in front of them.
They had fun. Just like every time, Harry showed her the bakery he worked at with his standard words: ‘you’re dating a baker, love’. Just like every time, he showed her his old school. And just like every time, he showed her the tree where he had his first kiss at and just like every time, he teased her about the tiny bit of jealously that creeped over her face at the thought of him kissing another girl.
It was like the old days. They were happy and carefree and… close.
The evening was almost intimate. But not in a naughty way, no. In the most innocent way ever.
They were all sitting in front of the tv, Y/N and Harry snuggled together so close underneath a warm blanket. Harry had both arms wrapped around her body, one around her shoulders and one around her waist, his fingers stroking her over the hoodie she stole from him. Her face was pressed into the place where his neck met his shoulder and her legs were in between his.
Closer wasn’t possible.
And the best thing was that it also felt like they couldn’t get any closer emotionally.
His voice cracked and broke at the end, his giggle reaching her ears.
He wasn’t beside of her for sure or else she would be deaf because of the volume of his voice. She pouted when she felt the cold sheets beside her, no trace of him but his smell. She stood up and grabbed the hoodie he’s been wearing the day before, smiling when she caught a whiff of his cologne.
She jogged down the stairs into the kitchen where he was standing in a pair of gym short and a white shirt that’s been washed so many times that it was see-through and had countless tiny holes.
“What the hell do you want?” she asked with as much annoyance she could muster up but her wide smile gave her away.
“Good morning to you too, sleepyhead.” Harry grinned cheekily at her and stopped whatever kind of fruit he was cutting and made his way to her and hugged her to his chest.
“Missed you in bed.” she whispered as quietly to him as possible so Anne who was sitting at the table and watching them with a adoring smile didn’t hear.
“M'sorry, darling. Wanted to prepare a nice breakfast for you.” she smiled and pulled back with a kiss to her cheek.
“Wanted to wake you up with coffee in bed but the waffles are ready so I had to get you down here as fast as possible.” he chuckled.
“I told him it wouldn’t be the nicest way to wake you up with yelling but you know him.” Anne winked.
“Oi.” Harry frowned at his mum.
Y/N giggled and walked over to Anne, squeezing her hand as greeting.
“Morning, you slept well?” Anne asked her.
“Yep, very well.” she nodded and caught Harry smiling softly.
“Robin is already gone for work?”
“Yes, had to leave at eight.” Anne nodded.
“Mhh.” Y/N hummed and sat down across from Anne.
The breakfast Harry prepared was fabulous. She knew Harry was a great cook but she was surprised every time.
Afterwards he took her out to the fields even though she protested because she knew his hay fever would act up but he insisted.
They sat in the middle of a field on a blanket, their bodies wrapped up in blankets as well and cuddled up against each other.
“Do you remember the first time you stayed at my place?” Harry asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
“Of course I do.” she replied.
“I was so goddamn nervous.” he admitted.
“Yeah?” she asked and lifted her head from his chest to look at him.
“God yes. But a good kind of nervous. The thought of spendings so much time with you made me so happy. And when you said you wanted to sleep in one bed with me… God, baby.”
Y/N chuckled quietly but didn’t say a word, she wanted him to go on.
“I was so incredibly happy when you let me hold you. And then when I woke up in the morning and you were right there beside me, so close I was so overwhelmed with… love, I guess.”
“Love?” she asked almost incredulously.
“Yes. I fell in love with you that morning. I watched you for at least an hour. At one point you reached out for me and cuddled yourself close to me and I knew then that I would never want to wake up without you again.”
She stared into his eyes for a few moments before she cleared her throat.
“Do you remember how you came in the bathroom when I was getting ready?” she asked him.
“That morning?” he asked.
“Yes.” she nodded.
“I was about to put on lipstick and you whined that I couldn’t kiss you then, so you took it from me and kissed the living hell out of me.”
Harry laughed at her choice of words and nodded at the memory.
“I think I fell in love with you in that moment.”
“Why?” he whispered.
“It was so easy with you. There was nothing I had to worry about, nothing to be nervous about. You made me feel comfortable in that short amount of time and I never felt like that before.”
He stroked a strand of her hair behind her ear and gazed deep into her eyes. He leaned up then, closing the distance between their lips and watching how her eyes fluttered close as soon as his lips brushed hers.
“I love when you do that.” he told her in a whisper.
“The way your eyes flutter close when I kiss you. You don’t just do that because that’s how it’s supposed to be, you do it because you can’t help it.”
She blushed at his words and how true they were, she really couldn’t help it. Harry smiled and leaned in again to connect their lips and again he watched how her eyes closed.
“Love it.” he whispered.
She blushed again and looked down, she always got a bit nervous when he said such things. She laced her fingers through his and lifted them to her mouth to kiss his knuckles.
Like always he was wearing his rings and even though she loved them because the were just so Harry and pretty, she enjoyed holding his hand bare and ringless. It was more intimate and closer.
She removed the gold band from his finger and dropped it to the blanket underneath them before she intertwined their hands again. Harry removed his hand from hers after a second though to grab his ring and Y/N almost thought she upset him by slipping it off his finger but he took her hand and put the ring on her ring finger.
Y/N gasped softly at the gesture, it felt so intimate and personal it took her breath away. And she had to admit she loved the thought of Harry putting a ring on her finger one day.
Harry kissed the ring on her finger and looked up at her with a soft smile.
“One day I’ll put another ring on that finger.”
“Promise?” she asked in a whisper.
Castiel embraces Y/N with his wings when she is freezing in a motel room and helps her fall asleep.
Warnings: none really, maybe slight wing!kink and FLUFF!!!
A/N: Again with the typical fanfiction stuff. But I just love Cas and his wings, especially the idea of them being so fluffy and warm. I hope you get what I mean. ;)
I laid in my bed in the poorly decorated motel room, shivering and cursing.
After our vampire hunt on the way back to the bunker, Dean decided that it would be better to check into a motel for one night due to the fact that we were all wasted and it was in the middle of the night.
So here I was now, Dean and Sam sharing a room while I had privacy, freezing to death.
I’ve never had any problems with having my own motel room, of course. It was way more enjoyable than sharing a room with the boys, including one of them having to sleep on the couch (or even the ground) or sharing a bed with me.
I didn’t mind but, honestly, I loved having my own room. However, today I just wanted to be near Dean or Sam, cuddling and getting some body warmth.
While I listened to the clattering of my teeth I actually thought about going to the boys but I was too wrapped up in my blanket and didn’t want to bother them.
Like I expected my thoughts started to drift around Castiel even though I fought against it. I couldn’t help it… My huge crush made it impossible to think about something else.
Thinking about his mesmerising blue eyes or his dark curly hair made me shiver even more.
I sighed as I imagined him being here and holding me in his arms. I wished I could feel his chest against my cheek and his hair between my fingers.
Knowing that his handsome vessel was rather cold, I still wanted to snuggle up into his body. I knew I would warm up just from his touch.
And I couldn’t stop thinking about him keeping the cold away from me and laid there for god knows how long, laying on my left side pressing myself against the cold matress.
“Oh, Castiel, I whish you were here.”, I whispered absently and I had barely ended the sentence as I heard the familiar flutter of wings, instantly making me smile.
“Y/N, are you alright? Did anyone hurt you?”, he spoke quickly as he rushed to my side, his concern sending blood to your face.
“No, I’m fine.”, I chuckled, “Well, not fine but not hurt… It’s so cold.” The last part came out as a whimper, Castiel ’s filling with more concern while i hesitantly took his hand. Cold just like expected but the touch made my cheeks warm up.
When he took his hand away I felt embarrassment rushing through my body but the second his hand touched my cheek it vanished.
“Your body temperature is dangerously low.”, he mumbled, his eyebrows narrowed.
Even though his hand was cold I let out a surprised whimper when he took his hand away again to press two fingertips onto my fore head. Apart from the cut on my tigh healing I felt nothing else.
“It doesn’t work.”, I groaned before I tugged at my blanket to pull it over my nose but Castiel was sitting on it.
“Take off your clothes.”, Castiel demanded as he stood up, his hands reaching to his neck to loosen his tie.
“What? W-Why… should I…?”, I stuttered, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I’m going to use the body warmth of my vessel to warm you up.”, he explained simply while pushing the trench coat off his shoulders, “It’ll be easier without so many layers of clothes between our skin. Just take off your hoodie and jacket.”
“Okay…”, I hesitated, afraid of the cold and being too nervous. Feeling his eyes burning into my side, I slipped my arms out of the sleeves and hesitated again. He was making me nervous. Very nervous.
I felt my heart skipping a beat when Castiel suddenly stood in front of me half naked, taking his shirt off before opening his belt.
Instantly my cheeks were on fire while his facial expression was staying completely neutral.
“Move.”, he mumbled before I carefully scooted over, the blanket wrapped around my small body. While I watched him, only wearing boxers and sitting down next to me, I held my breath.
Before I could say something else, his arms sneaked around me to pull me close. “Now, rest.”, he whispered as I touched his unusually hot skin and closed my eyes, sighing as I already felt the warmth spreading through my body. He pressed my back against his bare chest and let out a deep breath, making me shiver.
“Are you still cold?”, Castiel wanted to know and I only shook my head. “But you shivered-?”
I closed eyes in embarrassment before interrupting him, “I’m better now, Cas. It’s just… uh,you know. The difference… it’s so cold and you’re- your body is so hot.”
I felt him nod and before he laid back on the bed, the sound of a flutter of wings filled the room again.
Laying now on my back, as well, on top of him, I opened my eyes to see two enormous wings embrace me. I felt the fluffy feathers brushing over my skin while warmth spread from Castiel’s vessel.
I had seen his wings quite often already, it was somehow natural to me. But I didn’t remember a time when his wings were so close to me, I had never even touched them.
I turned my head that laid on Castiel’s shoulder a bit, looking at his profile. “May I touch them?”, I wanted to know quietly, sounding like a little girl asking for permission to touch a bird with a broken wing.
“Of course.”, his deep voice allowed me, “But be careful. I don’t like it when-” A slight groan interrupted him after my hands had reached out and my finger had vanished between the soft, dark feathers.
“I’m perfectly fine. But my wings are very sensitive.”
“Should I stop?”
“NO! Don’t… It feels nice.”
I felt him squirm beneath me when my fingers started to run through the feathers again. “Some spots are more sensitive than others.”, Castiel mentioned, his chest vibrating from a low chuckle.
“I didn’t know that angels are ticklish.”, I smiled, turning around completely and lying on my stomach on his chest. My hands laying folded on his chest and my chin on top of my fingers.
“Some are.”, he said while his blue eyes stared at me.
“It kinda makes you human.”, I mumbled while I watched his lips form into into a smile and then he hummed in agreement.
His vessel was breathtaking, and I tried so hard listening to the story about a very ticklish angel that fell in love with a young woman.
“So, that angel fell for her because she tickled his wings all the time?”, I asked, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“No, he already fell in love with her before. But then he realised… that maybe… maybe being ticklish wasn’t so bad.”
“Wow… this is kinda sweet.”, I breathed out before resting my left cheek onto his bare chest and watching the fingers of my right hand disappearing between his feathers. He shivered as my fingertips slightly pressed against his wings.
“Indeed. It is my favourite story, somehow it always made me feel better even though I didnt understand it back then.”, he mumbled, taking a deep breath while my fingers still stroked his wings. “I don’t understand… I mean… what did you not understand?”
A small moan escaped his lips before he could answer. I smirked to myself, trying to memorize the spot where I had gently tugged at his feathers.
He cleared his throat awkwardly and I looked at him innocently but his eyes were closed. “That Love isn’t evil. There was a time when I believed that it was - for us angels at least.”, he answered, “But it isn’t… It is innocent and pure. It… makes me human.”
“Cas! What a romantic, little angel you are!”, I quietly exclaimed and shifted my weight to look down on his smiling face, his eyes still closed.
I rested my head back on his chest when he didn’t reply. In my mind I went over the story again, while the room was silent. I remembered how the angel in the story got used to the ticklish feeling and his wings weren’t so sensitive anymore after a longer period of time.
“Cas? How often did someone else touch your wings?”, I wanted to know and I looked at him firmly.
“One time.”, Castiel answered without hesitation, leaving me confused.
“Does that mean that I-”
“Yes, you are the only one who has ever touched my wings apart from me… since it is a very intimate experience. But… I trust you.”, he explained while a deep tone of red appeared on his cheeks and I searched for suitable words.
“You… make me human.”, he whispered suddenly.
I felt my heartbeat stop at his words, my head trying to process them. With a little smile on my lips I looked down on my half-naked angel in disbelief.
“Really, you do. You make me human.”, he repeated, “Your touch makes me human. The way you talk makes me human. I change around you… And then you look like an angel in my eyes.”
My smile grew wider and Castiel chuckled nervously before my fingers ran through his dark hair. I thought about his words as I smiled at him and he was right. He did change around me. He was different somehow. More… human, just like he said.
“I love you.” were the only words that left my mouth, making Castiel’s lips form into a smile and his eyes fill up with joy.
I pressed a kiss onto his lips and he jumped slightly, his wings suddenly opening up. And even though his body kept me warm I shrieked as my back hit the freezing air. “Uh, sorry. I couldn’t-”, he mumbled, a little bit embarrassed after he embraced me again.
I couldn’t help but interrupt him with a kiss, my lips moving against his this time. It didn’t took him very long to response, kissing me back slowly. My heartbeat quickened when his hands started to move over my back and then ran down my sides. His chest lifted me up with each quick breath and suddenly, I felt his tongue sliding between my lips. I hummed in surprise, not expecting him to be this straightforward while my mind got dizzy.
My hands wandered from his hair to his cheeks before my right hand felt his wing again, searching for this one particular spot. He sighed loads of times, squirmed occasionally and then I found it. He moaned loudly into the kiss when I tugged at the feathers, rougher this time. His wings twitched around me while the kiss got hungrier causing me to let out a couple of moans as well.
I pulled back due to the lack of oxygen, still being near his face and rapidly breathing the same air. “I’m tired.”, I sighed tiredly and Castiel nodded in understanding. “I’ll stay with you, my little angel.”, he promised after I nuzzled my face into his neck.
Thinking about this breathtaking kiss and this unbelievably cute angel I fell fast asleep. Protected from the cold and everthing bad by this fluffy, warm feathers.
for promptis: have you heard of the Hanahaki disease? It's a fictional disease that has the potential for some GREAT angst...
Author’s Notes: I had actually only heard of it in passing, so I had to research a little for this one. I hope I didn’t do it wrong??? orz
It happens the first time on the night of the summer solstice festival, their junior year in high school.
They’re sitting up on top of the parking structure five blocks down from the festival grounds, waiting for the fireworks to start. It won’t be the best view in the city, but it gets them out of the crowds packing the street down below. They’ve done the festival games and the greasy food on sticks already; Prompto’s feet are throbbing with a dull ache from wandering around all day.
It’s nice, being up here above the press of people. There are a couple of other stragglers sharing the concrete overhang with them, but not many. When Prompto turns his head the right way, it’s almost like it’s just him and Noct.
The night’s warm and balmy; the wind is ruffling Noct’s hair. Noct’s face is tipped upward, and his eyes are the same dark blue as the sky, that last gasp before evening fades out into night.
Prompto wishes he could afford that camera he’s been eying. If he had it, he’d snap a shot right now. His whole chest aches, with some indescribable need to preserve this moment.
Noct turns toward him, just a slight angling of his head, and Prompto feels his face flush, like he’s been caught doing something wrong.
“What up with you?” Noct says, with that slanted smile he does so well, and Prompto’s tongue feels heavy, twisted up in knots.
Something’s tickling at the back of his throat.
“Nothing,” says Prompto. “Just want the fireworks to hurry up and start, you know?”
They do hurry up and start. They explode across the sky like someone’s lit the world on fire with magic. The thunder of them blooming covers up the sound of Prompto coughing, and he glances down into his palm, perplexed – wonders how the hell he swallowed a sylleblossom petal without knowing it.
Noct finally notices midway through senior year.
It’s the week before midterms, and if Prompto’s going to pass chem, he needs to cram like crazy. So Noct, eighteen now and still enamored of his brand new apartment, says, “Pack a bag and stay a couple days. We’ll buckle down and do some test prep.”
So Prompto packs a bag. His parents aren’t due back for another two weeks yet, so he doesn’t bother leaving a note.
He just slings his duffel over his shoulder and hops a train to Noct’s place. His thoughts are all over on the short ride in the posh elevator, but mostly they keep coming back around to what he’s going to do if Noct wants to share a bed.
Prompto’s figured it out by now; he’s got it bad for his best friend. Even if his waking mind was dumb as bricks, his sleeping mind would have clued him in. His dreams lately have been all Noct, all the time. He’s washed his sheets already three times this week.
That tickle is there in the back of his throat, all the way up the hall to Noct’s apartment. It’s so ever-present he hardly notices it anymore, but he can feel a thick kind of burning in his lungs, now, too. It feels like he’s just run six miles and can’t quite catch his breath.
Prompto reaches out and knocks on the door.
When Noct opens it, the warm light from the living room frames him. He’s smiling, crooked and kind of wry. Behind him, Prompto can see that there’s already snacks set out on the table, waiting for them.
It feels a little like coming home.
Prompto opens his mouth to say something, but suddenly that burning in his lungs is pressure, insistent and smothering. He tries to take a breath, but it wheezes in his throat. He coughs, and once he’s started he can’t stop.
He doubles over, there in the hallway; this time, there’s not just one or two petals. This time it’s dozens, a whole cascade of blue.
Prompto keeps going until he’s dizzy, keeps going until his lungs feel clear and he can gasp for air.
Noct loops an arm around him, holding him steady. He’s asking, voice low with concern, whether Prompto’s all right. His tone is comforting; his body heat feels like a miniature sun, pressed up against Prompto’s side.
Suddenly, Prompto can’t breathe again.
“No,” says Noct. “Flowers.”
His voice drifts in from the hallway, through the cracked-open door: one half of a phone call. Whatever this conversation is about, Prompto woke up in the middle of it – so now here he is, lying back in his bed, trying not eavesdrop.
“Yes, I realize how ridiculous that sounds!” Noct snaps. “I’d think it was something out of a kid’s book, if I hadn’t been watching him do it for literal months.”
There’s a pause. Then Noct’s voice comes again – softer, more strained. “I know. I’m sorry.” A pause. “He kept saying he was fine.”
It’s true. Prompto’s been trying to tell himself that for years now. It was second nature to tell Noct, too – grin and suppress the coughing, and try to ignore that his breathing’s been getting worse by the day.
“Because he passed out on the subway this afternoon,” Noct says. “Look, I just – can you come? He doesn’t have insurance, and I can’t get ahold of his parents.”
There’s silence in the hall. Then Noct says, “Thanks, Specs.”
There’s nothing else for a long time. Then, finally, the door creaks open. Noct looks tired. His eyes are red around the edges.
“Hey,” he says. “Welcome back. How are you feeling?”
“Not bad,” says Prompto, but his voice is that breathy whisper that seems to be all he has the air for, these days.
“Yeah,” says Noct. “Well. I talked to Ignis. He’s gonna try and pull some strings to get you in to see the Citadel doctor.”
Before Prompto can even open his mouth to protest, Noct’s holding up a hand. “Just – let me do this, okay? I’m worried about you.”
Noct crosses over to the bed and gives him a weary smile – sets a hand on his. Prompto’s heart kicks into overdrive, and he does his best to offer a smile in return.
“Thanks, dude,” he rasps, and Noct’s fingers squeeze, and gods. Gods, now is the worst time ever for another coughing fit – but he doubles over, hacking and choking, and Noct rubs his back until he’s done.
The Citadel doctor doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. Neither does the specialist they bring in from Altissia.
All they know is that there’s honest-to-gods plant matter in his lungs, and it’s screwing with their ability to actually be lungs, and that’s all stuff Prompto could have told them without the hundred and twenty-seven different tests they’ve put him through.
He got to see the x-rays, though, and those were sort of cool. Kinda pretty, like some abstract art piece.
He told his mom that, when they finally got her on the phone. He still feels bad for making her cry.
Prompto’s been sleeping a lot, lately. The cough medicine they’ve got him on is the good stuff, but even with it, he can barely hold it together. When it gets bad, he curls up on his side and presses a pillow against himself, tight as he can. Doctor’s orders, ever since he coughed so hard he cracked a rib.
The only good part of the whole thing is Noct.
They’ve moved Prompto into the Citadel for treatment, so they see each other every day, now. Noct sits by the bedside and holds his hand – rubs his thumb up and down over the knuckles. They watch dumb movies on TV, and sometimes they play video games, and when Noct gets tired of sitting in the chair, he comes and curls up on the bed, right by Prompto.
The doctor won’t give him a number, but there’s probably not much time left.
Prompto can’t think of a better way to spend it.
“Hey,” Prompto says, one afternoon, voice barely a whisper.
“Yeah?” says Noct.
Outside the window, the sun’s doing that thing it does just before sunset, when the light’s not quite orangey-gold. Something in Prompto twists at the thought of it. He always kind of wanted to take photos of the view from Noct’s balcony, at this time of day, after he saved up for that camera he wanted.
He guesses he’s never going to get the chance, now.
“I’ve been thinking,” says Prompto, and then he trails off. He doesn’t say anything for a long time.
“Prom?” says Noct.
“I know you’re the prince,” Prompto says at last. “And you can get pretty much whatever you want.”
“What the hell?” Noct starts to say, but Prompto lifts a hand to cut him off, and he falls silent.
“It’s true, dude,” says Prompto. “Just go with it for now, okay?” He stops again. Swallows. “But if you want anything of mine, like – for anything. Just to hold onto. You can have whatever you want.”
Noct’s staring at him, eyes wide and stricken. The look on his face is all naked hurt.
“You’ve still got the spare key, right?” says Prompto. “Just let yourself in. Mom booked passage back from Accordo, but I don’t think – she might not make it in time. So when you’re ready, just, like – just go and take whatever.”
Noct’s hand is clenched around his, so hard it hurts.
Prompto means to add more, but that burning sensation is back in his lungs again. He has to give in – coughs until he’s light-headed and reeling with lack of air.
He’s aware, vaguely, that Noct’s there right beside him. He’s aware of Noct’s fingers, reaching out to thread through his hair – softly, gently, the way you’d soothe a skittish puppy.
It feels nice.
Even after the ache in his lungs eases up, Noct stays there, just petting his hair.
Noct cries, but Prompto doesn’t call him out on it.
Noct stays the night.
He’s red-eyed and miserable, face puffy, and when Ignis comes to collect him at the end of the evening, he refuses to be moved.
The bed’s big enough for the both of them – the benefits of being holed up in the Citadel, instead of a hospital – and when the coughing wakes him, Noct’s there to rub his back while he works through it and press a cup of water into his hands when he’s done.
The coughing’s not so bad, though. He feels better than he has in a long time, that night.
In the morning, when he wakes, Noct’s arms are twined around him.
The new x-rays come back, and Prompto stares down at them.
He stares up at the doctor.
“What?” he says, dumbly.
“The growth receded sixty-five percent,” says the doctor. “In the past two days. We think it may be a reaction to the new medication you’re on.”
He’s aware of Noct at his side, a warm weight against him. He’s aware of Noct’s fingers twined through his own.
Prompto cries, but Noct doesn’t call him out on it.
Within a week, the x-rays show that his lungs are clear. Within two weeks, for the first time in years, he can take a full breath again without any pain.
He can get out of bed again and walk across a room. He goes a full 24 hours without coughing once.
When his mother makes it back from Accordo, he’s well enough to launch himself at her and cling, as hard as he can. She presses kisses into his hair, and promises that his father will be home next week, and rocks him the way she used to do when he was very small.
It’s afternoon, and the sun’s doing that thing it does just before sunset, when the light’s not quite orangey-gold.
Prompto’s off bed rest, finally; they’re hanging out at Noct’s place, eating popcorn and playing video games.
The scoreboard in 2 Fast 4 You is still up on the TV, showcasing how he just crashed a sleek red car into hundreds of cheering spectators, but suddenly Prompto’s attention is somewhere else. His gaze wanders from the screen to the window – to the way the light catches the dust motes in the air at just the right angle, turning them to liquid gold.
“Hey,” says Prompto. “C'mere a minute.”
He grabs Noct by the hand – drags him onto the balcony of his apartment. They take seventeen selfies, most with dumb faces, some very few actually decent. Insomnia stretches out behind them, buildings glinting glass and steel, cars no bigger than ants.
When Prompto leans over to show Noct the shots, their shoulders press together. He’s suddenly, painfully aware of how close they’re standing.
Noct’s face is bare inches from his own.
Noct’s lips are parted, just a little.
Noct leans down to kiss him, and in the instant before their lips touch, Prompto just has time to think how lucky he is.
hey man, if it's not too much trouble, would you mind telling us some more of your trans peter hcs? i just read the original post and i love it :) (please don't feel any pressure to, though!!)
(This ask is so nice omg)
This kinda turned into Peter/Ned/Michelle headcanons my bad, if it’s not what you were wanting I can try again!
-Peter sometimes just sits on the ceiling
-one time aunt may came into his room and don’t see him and he dropped down and scared the shit out of her
-she almost grounded him
-Peter thinks it’s just for the pun opportunity of “grounding” him for sitting on the ceiling
-may makes Peter dust the ceiling fans and hard to reach places
-“may I could fall and die. Right now.”
-“if reaching the light is hazardous for you i should probably tell tony to stop letting you scale buildings”
-Peter studies with ned and mj every other weekend
-they usually go to each other’s houses
-rather than actual studying, they usually just end up watch movies
-and tell Peter to stop bouncing his goddamn leg
-they all snuggle on the couch because they’re all pretty touch starved
-Peter plays with mj’s hair while ned plays with Peter’s hair
-may always leaves Peter money to order pizza when they’re at his apartment
-she usually has to work but if she doesn’t she either goes out and lets them have the apartment to themselves or watches movies with them
-she’s really chill so they don’t mind
-she also picks really good movies so it’s a win-win
-At Ned’s house they usually go to the corner store and buy candy and sodas before marathoning old movies
-mj puts together snack trays that she denies making
-“I don’t have that much time, losers”
-they also go see movies at the movie theatre sometimes
-Peter almost always falls asleep during movies
-he doesn’t get a lot of sleep between school, homework, and patrols and he’s most relaxed between Ned and MJ
-he also steals clothes
-he has 3 of Ned’s sweatshirts and 2 flannels from MJ
-everytime Ned or MJ get something back (usually stealing it when he’s not looking) something else goes missing
-it’s not even conscious he’s just really forgetful
-also his puppy eyes are impossible to say no to so one well placed “mj,,, it’s really cold in here” can only end in one outcome
-MJ has one of Peter’s hoodies but it’s mostly out of spite
-she also stole his sweatpants one weekend and Peter hasn’t seen them in months
-Sometimes Ned and Peter build lego sets together while mj reads
-one time Peter and Ned got really into building the millennium falcon at Peter’s apartment
-and mj found Peter’s webshooters
-mj is not allowed to touch Peter’s webshooters anymore
-they had to throw away the Lego set and one of the posters on the wall
-there’s still web fluid residue on Peter’s wall that he can’t scrub off
-they called truce when he pulled mj onto the ceiling with him after they cleaned up though
-sometimes they schedule emergency cuddle days when Peter’s dysphoria worsens or when MJ feels really insecure or Ned has a bad day with his anxiety
-they’ve all learned how to take care of each other in their own ways
-like when Peter gets sensory overload or MJ can’t talk or Ned can’t shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen
-Peter had to go upstate for like a month over summer and either texted or video chatted Ned and MJ all the time
-Peter loves these nerds so much honestly and he feels like the luckiest dude in the world honestly
I love everything Natsume you've written, especially the ones tagged with Natsume protection squad, cause it's great to see them being protective of this adorable cinnamon roll. And a prompt: takashi isnt feeling well, but remembering how being sick has burdened his past fosters, he's reluctant to let anyone know. Bonus point for including nishimura and kitamoto.
“Na–tsu–me,” Nishimura says too brightly. “I have a question for you!”
Sensing danger, Natsume lifts his aching head slowly and eyes his classmate with all the wariness he deserves. “What is it?”
“Well, I was just wondering why you told Touko-san you didn’t have a fever,” he says, still oozing with that false sense of cheer, “when it’s pretty obvious that you do?”
“Nishimura,” he starts, realizing too late where this is going. Nishimura doesn’t give ground.
“I get the feeling that whatever you’re about to say isn’t some variation of ‘you’re so right, Nishimura, and I was so wrong!’ so I don’t really wanna hear it.”
“Since when are you Class Two’s mother hen?” another student asks with a grin. Her glance at Natsume is worried, though, because yeah, he looks that bad. Honestly, who was he trying to kid?
“Since sensei had Tsuji go run an errand,” he replies airily, waving a hand. “Natsume, seriously. Let me take you to the nurse’s station.”
“I’m fine,” he says – unconvincingly, since it comes out more of a wheeze. “The school day is half over, anyway, so – “
“So it doesn’t matter as much if you just take it easy.” Nishimura softens despite himself, leaning over to feel Natsume’s forehead with the back of his hand. “I mean – you’re kinda scaring me, you know? What if your fever fries your brain, or you dehydrate and pass out, or – “
“Nishimura,” Natsume says again, wearily, “none of that’s going to happen.”
“You’re so sick you can’t sit up straight,” he shoots back. “And you’ll faint on a good day! Sorry if I’m a little worried about you!”
His tone has Natsume lifting hooded eyes to meet his, and they’re hazy so it takes him a minute to parse the words – but then his brow wrinkles, and his mouth tugs into a frown, and he pushes himself up on his elbows from where he’d been draped bonelessly on top of his desk.
“No, it’s not – “ he starts, and then loses the words. Frustrated with himself, he tries again. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate it. I just – I didn’t want you to worry in the first place. I take up so much of Touko-san and Shigeru-san’s time already, and you guys – “
Nishimura wants to shake him. As it is, he leans over and grabs Natsume by the shoulders, as hard as he dares.
“Don’t you think we worry more when you push yourself too far without telling anyone and make yourself even sicker?”
“I know,” he mutters, “I know, Nishimura, you’re right.”
“I know I’m right,” he replies smartly. “Are you ready to go to the nurse’s station?”
Because Natsume is probably the most stubborn person alive, his answer is a glance to the side, toward the window, and no verbal response. Nishimura shakes his head.
“I thought so. That’s why I called in reinforcements.”
“Nishimura, you didn’t – “
“If you won’t listen to me, I have no choice,” Nishimura says, spreading his hands apologetically. But he isn’t very apologetic at all, and it probably shows on his face if Natsume’s scowl is anything to go by. “Hey, you played yourself. You should’ve just come along nice and easy.”
The classroom door rattles open, and Tanuma’s framed in the doorway for all of a second. His eyes find Natsume across the room almost instantly, and his expression morphs into one it’s almost hard to look at.
Resigned, Natsume stands and starts packing his bookbag. Tanuma lifts it out of his hands before he can string it over his shoulder, dark eyes equal parts gentle and steely, and looks ready to frogmarch Natsume down the hall if it comes to that, which is precisely what Nishimura was counting on.
“This is bullying,” Natsume remarks dryly. His voice is hoarse and his eyes are overbright, but he still manages to sound cheeky. He’d manage to sound cheeky on his deathbed. Nishimura leans back in the chair he’d parked up by Natsume’s desk and beams at him, unrepentant.
“I’m comfortable with that. Maybe eventually you’ll learn to stay home and let your mom take care of you when you’re sick, and it won’t come to this anymore.”
Something self-conscious flits across Natsume’s expression, and if he wasn’t already flushed with fever, Nishimura would blame some of that high color in his cheeks on shame.
It’s that, more than anything, that makes Nishimura lean over and catch him by the sleeve, tugging lightly.
“We’re gonna take care of you whether you like it or not,” he says, not unkindly. “Just try to make it a little easier on everybody and let us. At least once in awhile. Okay?”
And Natsume softens. Smiles faintly when Tanuma puts a hand on his shoulder. Says, “Okay.”
He’s absent from school for the next two days. Kitamoto calls the house and Touko-san assures him Natsume’s doing much better after a visit to the doctor. Nishimura misses him, but he still considers it a win.
Twice. Twice, (that we have seen) Isak has invited Sana to hang with him and Even and twice Sana has declined.
When she did it in this clip though I noticed something.
Even looks at her in a way that almost feels (i’m trying to find the right words here) kinda bad that she is declining again, almost guilty? not annoyed but a little like “your saying no because of me right” I don’t know maybe I’m making this sadder than it is but I feel like Even feels that Sana is saying no to Isak because she doesn’t want to be around him. Which may or may not be true.
Although, if Sana knows something about Even that he’s hiding from Isak it makes sense that she wouldn’t want to be hanging out with them at the same time due to the tension and the uncomfortable feeling that her and Even know something Isak doesn’t and maybe fear that Isak might end up being able to tell?
This also makes me sad because this expression, and the way he leans his head back on the lockers after she says no, makes me feel like maybe Even again feels like he is messing things up because of that bakka incident again. Because now, because of him Sana isn’t hanging out with her bio bro as much as they both might like…and again this would be another factor of Even silently boiling within due to his past…
which is going to hit him in the face soon.
Sorry this was just another “Even feels bad because….” post.
Lili. Not a doubt in my mind. I feel like she just stumbles...she stumbles into situations where she is like *Lili's voice "I'm not equipped for this!"
Um....Camila. You'll be driving with her and she just kinda...isn't the best...driver. I don't know, she's not a bad driver. That was mean. I don't know. That was the first person that came to mind. And I think other people might agree-what? I love her, though! I love her.
Author’s note: I am so sorry that it took so long to update. I have been so busy and i have had writer’s block. Sorry for grammatical errors and sorry for this only being a half scene. I will try my best to get the last parts out sooner.
“Bye guys, see you tomorrow.” He said as he made his way to the door, ready to go back to y/n’s apartment.
“Wait!” Bambam said. “Are you going to spend the night at Y/n’s again? That’s like the third night in a row.”
“Yeah, she’s still on the mopey side, she doesn’t want to be alone…”
“Aw man, really?” Yugyeom asked with concern.
“Hold up real quick!” Jb called out as he ran up to him. “Mark actually texted me this morning, before you joined us in practice.”
This was something that caught Jackson’s attention. As far as he knew, Mark still wasn’t speaking to anyone. “Really? What did he say?” he asked immediately.
“That he wants to talk to you.” Jb said.
“What? Really? But why?” This didn’t make sense. Why would Mark want to talk to him? Did Mark already talk to y/n? Was he going to blame him for y/n breaking up with him? Jackson couldn’t think of any other reasons as to why Mark would want to talk to him of all people right now.
Jb only shrugged. “He only sent me a text that he wanted to talk to you-“
“Why are you barely telling me though now? Like I could have gone back to the dorms way earlier to talk to him!”
“I was waiting to see if he would say anything else.” jb explained. “So tonight you come back home with us… and let us know what Mark tells you cuz we all still want to know what is going on with him.”
“Yeah, of course!”
Jackson stood outside Mark’s door, hesitant to so much as knock. He looked to his side, five faces staring at him impatiently to go inside the room. He turned back at the door, giving the softest of knocks. “Mark? It’s me. Jb said you wanted to talk?”
He waited a long moment, but got nothing. He looked back over at the others, who all silently motioned for him to knock again. He did so, a bit more effort in this attempt. “Mark? Dude, let me in so we can talk.”
This time he heard the knob fidget a slight bit, but it didn’t actually. He let another moment pass by, realizing all Mark did was unlock the door. He slowly he turned the knob, opened the door and stepped in just as Mark retreated to the bed.
“Hey dude.” Was all Jackson said in an awkward tone.
Mark lay in his bed with a subtle frown on his face. “Close the door.” He said with an empty voice
“Ok… So what’s up?” Jackson asked, trying so hard to be casual about everything. He didn’t know how to assess the whole situation. Mark was his best friend but right now it felt like they were strangers, he didn’t even know how to talk to him.
“…How is she?”
“How is y/n?!?” based on his tone, apparently Mark was frustrated already.
“…Oh… Uh…” Jackson didn’t know how he should reply. Should he tell the truth and let Mark know y/n was as down as he is or should he lie and give Mark the impression that y/n was better without him? The best thing to do in this case, was to not answer the question at all. “Why are you asking me that?”
“I know you’ve been with her.” Mark said in a dark groan.
Suddenly it felt like this whole conversation was going to take a turn for the worst. “A-and who told you that?”
“Dude, please. No one had to tell me. You are so loud that without you in the dorm, its almost dead quiet. Where else would you be if not with her?”
“…Well you never went after her, so I did.”
Mark let out a long sigh and sat up from the bed finally making eye contact with him. “Jackson, I’m not gonna get mad at you over that. And you’re right, I should have gone after her instead of just locking myself in here.” His head hung low as he spoke. “Um, has she been using her phone at all? I’ve been trying to get ahold of her.” He said with shame.
Jackson couldn’t help but feel so bad for him. He had never seen Mark this sad before. The one other time Mark was this upset was the first time he got home sick. “Not really man. When I’m over, she kinda avoids her phone.” he said truthfully
Mark nodded. “It’s just I’ve called her and texted her I don’t know how many times.” He said with a hint of a whimper. “And I don’t know how I can talk to her. I just need to talk to her.”
“It hasn’t even been a week though. You should give her a bit more space for now.” Jackson advised, partially wanting to keep y/n for himself just for a bit more. “You should try to just get back on schedule. We still got deadlines to meet and shows to do. Start off by coming to practice and getting your head straight again before you try to talk to y/n.”
“No! I don’t want to do any of that! I don’t want to do anything! How can I do anything when I feel like shit?”
“No offense, but you deserve to feel this way! You should have thought twice before telling y/n what you did! You think you feel like shit?!? How do you think she feels right now? Especially after dealing with all your crap!”
From once, Mark actually stayed quiet at his words. “…You’re right… You’re right! You’re fucking right!” his raised his voice as if getting after himself, finally coming to a realization. “I really need to call her!” he said urgently as he grabbed his phone
Immediately he called y/n, waiting for her to pick up. To no surprise however, she didn’t pick up and a deep frown was back on Mark’s face.
Mark’s sad eyes looked up at him in desperation. “Can you get her to talk to me? Please?”
There was that watery look in his friend’s eyes and Jackson couldn’t say no. He pulled out his phone and brought up y/n’s number. “Here, trying calling her and see if she’ll answer if she thinks it me.” He said in defeat. He hated to do this, to trick y/n in a sense. However, knowing how y/n’s been the last few day and now seeing Mark, it was best for both of them to talk and get some type of closure.
Mark snatched the phone and quickly pressed the call button. He waited a long while before y/n finally picked up the phone.
“Yeah Jackson?” could be heard from where Jackson stood. “I’m still fine if that is what you’re calling about again.”
Mark let out a sigh of relief, a faint smile forming on his face just hearing Y/n’s voice. “That’s good to hear.”
Recognizing Mark’s voice, y/n hung up the phone immediately and MArk’s expression turned sour in an instant. “She hates me” His voice was back at a whimper.
Mark ran his fingers through his hair a bit aggressively, maybe a failed attempt to calm himself down because he eyes were beginning to water more to the point where a few tears streaked his cheeks.
“She just needs some space.” that being the only thing he could think of that would be of any help to calm Mark down.
“I’m such a fucking asshole!” Mark’s voice cracked. “Why did i fuck everything up?!?”
Jackson only stood to the side in awkward silence. He genuinely wanted to comfort mark, but what could he say? He couldn’t say “it’s not your fault” or “don’t be too hard on yourself” or “it’s not that bad”.
“Jackson, you gotta help me bro!” Mark said in desperation. “I-I know that i fucked up and i don’t care if she won’t take me back anymore, but i just need to take to her. I just need her to know that I love her and- and that i never meant to say what I said. I need to explain… I need to explain everything.”
Jackson looked back at himi with uncertainty. “I don’t know dude-”
“Jackson, please! She hasn’t replied to me, and she hung up on me without a word, she is never going to talk to me unless you help me out- just please!”
“…Fine…” Jackson took his phone back from Mark and brought up his text conversation with y/n. * Practice ended early and i came by the dorm to get a few things. Mark kinda took my phone, sorry about that, but I’m coming over again at the usual time.* Then he looked down at Mark. “Get dressed and come with me.”
1. Patton only wanted to protect Virgil from everything because he heard what his father said. 2. He was the first one to noticed Virge’s act. 3. He was confused between the platonic feelings and romantic feelings, but yeah they were pretty romantic. 4. Virgil always asks Patton for help. 5. Virgil loves the spirit that constantly travels with Patton but they sometimes disappeared.
Virgil + Roman:
1. Virgil hated Roman. Like actual hate. 2. Roman sometimes sang to Virgil. 3. Virgil distorted Roman voice just to messed with him. 4. They ended up falling I love, but it was really hard. Roman is, after all, a spoiled child and Virgil wasn’t. 5. Since Virgil’s dad was rich and so was his mom, they share some things of their education and they complain together.
Request - “Hey, I love your writing! Please could you do one where Jeff gets the
reader pregnant and how he supports her throughout the pregnancy/when
the baby comes?“
A/N: I’m sorry I kinda feel like I’ve already done this with Zach so it’s pretty bad…
Being pregnant in itself was uncomfortable enough, but sitting in hard plastic hospital chairs made everything worse. Lucky for you though, your boyfriend Jeff was here to support you. Besides, you were nearly up. Jeff had his hand in yours. He squeezed it lightly.
“You okay hon?” He was quiet, so as not to draw any unwanted attention to yourselves.
“Yes, fine thanks.” You gave him a reassuring smile.
His eyes were dry and crinkled, and his hair floppy over his face. You started to feel bad that he had to go through all this, but then you remembered that you’re the one with the actual child in your stomach. Nevertheless, it was definitely having an effect on him.
“Y/N L/N?” Called a nurse looking round for you. You gave a nod as Jeff helped you to your feet.
By now you were seven months, far along, and pretty large. Jeff still thought you were just as perfect as ever, if not more so.
The doctor put some cold jelly on your stomach and swirled the substance around.
“The baby looks very healthy.” She said. “Would you like to know the gender?”
“No, I’d like it to be a surprise.” You and Jeff said almost in unison. You smiled up and him and he rubbed your hand reassuringly.
The way in which Jeff stared at you with such adoration, and then equally so at the ultrasound screen, was everything you could ever ask for.
You and Jeff had only been together a little over a year when you’d discovered that you were pregnant, and the decisions that followed paved a long and difficult road, but one that you walked together the whole time.
Later, at home, you cuddled up to Jeff while he cradled your belly and ran his fingers through your hair.
“I love you.” you whispered.
“I love you, and I’m going to love this baby so much it hurts, maybe even more than you.” He chuckled. But you couldn’t help but grin. Everything was perfect.
A/N: Here it is! The beginning of the Prompto soulmate AU miniseries. Thank you to everyone for your patience! This story, aside from the prologue, is 5 parts. It is part of the We Intertwined and Chasing Suns (by @cupnoodle-queen) storyverse. Part one will be up tomorrow. ♡
Ignis was back at Hunter HQ for the first time in a month. It felt almost strange, returning to work with his wife and newborn daughter at home, but he knew that he had no other choice. Bounties brought in gil, and Raine, though tenacious and itching to get back into the fray, knew that she had to stay back in Lestallum with the children where it was safe. Ignis was more than capable of bringing in enough to support the four of them, and she trusted that he would be safe with his friends at his side.
The air outside of Lestallum was different. Crisper, less muddied with the aromas of different perfumes and bodies like in the marketplace by the Leville. The breeze blew through his hair, unobstructed by tall buildings, and it felt somewhat good to feel the grass and dirt underneath his boots.
He wandered about the grounds for a while in search of his brothers in arms. Gladio had just returned as well, a month or so prior to Ignis, having also had to tear himself away from his new family. His wife, Cam, had just given birth to twin girls—Violet and Daisy—and they had become his entire world. It brought a smile to his face, the thought of Gladio, this giant tank of a man with two tiny baby girls cradled in his arms. Ignis always knew he would be a good father, and seeing that aspect of his destiny being fulfilled warmed his heart.
Gladio greeted Ignis with a pat on the shoulder. “Good to have you back, Iggy.”
Ignis gave a small nod. “Glad to be back. Although it was difficult saying goodbye to Raine and the children. Hopefully we’ll be able to return to our families sooner rather than later.”
“Yeah,” Gladio agreed. “I try to video call Cam and the girls as much as I can now that I’m away. It sucks, because I just don’t want to miss any of their firsts, you know? And I won’t lie, I feel kinda bad leaving Cam alone with both of them when they’re only a few months old.”
“Cam is a resourceful woman, I’m sure she will manage,” Ignis responded, his tone honest. He admired Cam’s spirit, how hard she had to fight to rebuild her life from all the destruction. Ignis couldn’t help but notice though that there was someone missing. “Where is Prompto?”
“Oh,” Gladio jerked his thumb to the lookout post, illuminated by a single overhead light. “Sulking by the surveillance point. He won’t talk to me. Maybe you can see what’s eating him.”
Ignis hummed curiously and made his way over. He could navigate Hunter HQ easily, having memorized the layout of the area long ago. He counted off the twenty steps from the ground to the platform, his hand sliding along the railing in case he lost his balance.
He could sense his friend’s presence, and called out his name. “Prompto?”
Prompto turned his head at the sound of Ignis’ voice. “Oh, hey,” he greeted with much less enthusiasm than Ignis was used to hearing. Ignis made his way over, leaning his forearms against the railing, unknowingly copying Prompto’s posture.
“What are you doing up here alone?” Ignis inquired. “It’s not like you to want to isolate yourself from everyone. Especially when there’s about to be a hunt that takes place.”
He could sense Prompto’s hesitation as he shifted uncomfortably, the wooden boards creaking as he adjusted his weight from one foot to another.
Ignis raised an eyebrow over the rim of his tinted shades. “About what?”
Prompto sighed, hanging his head low. “I don’t know. I guess…it’s just hard sometimes, you know? It’s hard to always be here, because I’m not needed anywhere else. Does that make sense?”
Ignis was quiet for a moment. “I’m not sure I follow.”
Another shaky exhale, and the wringing of wrists. “Gladio and Cam finally found each other after all this time and just started a family. You and Raine had Lucas, and now you have Aurora. It’s just…the two of you left to go be dads, and now that you’re here, you both have someone back home waiting for you.” Prompto swallowed, his throat suddenly bone dry. “I don’t have anyone.”
“I don’t even have a soulmate marking, Ignis,” Prompto said, almost helplessly, his emotions starting to bubble to the surface. “I’ve tried connecting with people, and it never works. Every single time, there’s someone else, another person they’re tied to, another reason that I’m meant to be alone. I was born to be an experiment, not someone to be loved.”
“My friend,” Ignis placed a hand on his shoulder. “You know that’s not true.”
“But it is,” Prompto insisted, bitterness lacing his tone, his fingers gripping the edge of the railing so hard that it started to hurt. “I wasn’t deemed worthy enough by the Six, so I’m just going to have to live the rest of my life, watching as your kids grow up, watch Cam and Gladio have another anniversary, just sitting on the sidelines as everyone around me moves on and I’m just stuck in limbo.”
Ignis’ lips pressed together in a thin line as he heard Prompto’s breath hitch. “Prompto,” he said gently, his voice soothing as he helped ease Prompto’s hands off the railing to face him. “Your time will come. No one knows what the future holds. I know that you’re in pain, and I will not tell you to deny it, because denying it would be a disservice to your heart. But know that you are, and have always been, worthy of love. It may take time to find you, but it will find you. And once it does, you will know.”
Prompto hastily wiped his eye. “Yeah. I guess.”
“Come, my friend,” Ignis patted Prompto on the back. “Dave has called us for a meeting, and Gladio’s been wanting to speak with you. Let us join the others.”
He knew that his words may have helped slightly, but there was such a dense weight on Prompto’s shoulders that Ignis wasn’t sure if it would ever be lifted. He’d always battled with the idea that he wasn’t good enough, and seeing his other friends move on and evolve without him was a sort of heartache he didn’t know how to soothe.
“Okay,” Prompto agreed. “I just hope the hunt isn’t going to be for a bunch of Red Giants like last time. I think one of them singed me pretty good, I got this weird burn on my thigh. Looks kind of like a crow’s foot, and I haven’t had a chance to have a medic look at it yet.”
Ignis paused for a moment before giving his head a slight shake. “In any case, the others are waiting for us. Civilization may have crumbled, but we must still mind our manners when it comes to duty and protocol.”
“Yes sir,” Prompto saluted in jest, following his friend down the steps, trying his best to ignore the pain that still weighed heavily on his heart.
Request?: Yep: Anonymous requested: “can I request #54 with batsis x batfam where the reader is the same age as Damian and when Bruce wants to take her in she refuses at first but then she meets the boys or something idk sorry if you don’t want to haha thank youuuuuuuuu”
54: “I don’t need your help.”
A/N: I absolutely loved writing this one, and I got a bit carried away, anyways, hope I got your prompt correct, and hope you enjoy!
Word Count: 2576
Warnings: Mugging, mentions of rape, mentions of kidnapping.
Patrolling the streets of Gotham alone one night, Batman heard a quiet plea for help. As he made his way to the alley he heard the sound from, he noticed a small girl in the corner. She was staring at the crime taking place, wide eyed. A man had pulled a woman into the alley, and was forcing her to give him her purse.
He quietly observed from the rooftop as the girl grabbed the closest heavy object to her, which happened to be a wooden board, and slowly walked up to pair, completely unnoticed. The woman was shaking, handing over her purse, as the man was getting handsy, but before he could grab the purse from her hands, the girl lifted up the board and hit him over the head.
I feel really bad and really stupid and embarrassed rn. Okay, so I’m a girl and I’m bi (yes this is relevant.). Some girl comes into my store and says hello and I greet her back and look at her and she’s ducking stunning. She asked me something and I didn’t hear her and I meant to ask her what she needed help with but instead I said “Wow, you’re really pretty.” Out loud. And I realize I was kinda staring a little because she was so pretty and I just??? She thanked me even though I apologized (not every girl likes hearing compliments like that from other girls?) and then I saw a boy with her who I’m pretty sure was her boyfriend because he was glaring daggers at me. I feel bad now. Ugh. I just hope she wasn’t uncomfortable while I actually helped with what she needed…
Basically, I accidentally flirted with a (probably) straight girl in front of her boyfriend while staring like a fucking creep when all she wanted was to ask me to get a shirt down for her. At least I got my meal break only a few minutes after so I could go let the rest of the embarrassment wear off.