sup my dude. it is I. lol i have a sweet prompt for you. Male S/O is trying to set up the perfect first date for him and Hellgirl to go on. being new to this relationship he's not sure where to take her or what to do. so he asks Hellgirl's best Friends Elliot Sherman and Amy Sapien for help. you're amazing!!~
“Look I’m determined to make this perfect for her. I’m talking Disney movie level perfect” You ran a frustrated hand through your hair.
Two sets of eyes followed your pacing.
“I believe you’re being highly critical of yourself y/n” Amy Sapiens soft voice tried to break through to you. She was the voice of reason most of the time after all.
“Or he’s gonna choke and fuck it all up, we can be realistic”
Fucking Elliot Sherman never gave your balls a reprieve.
“Listen you guys as much as I love the good cop and bad cop routine with me, I’m seriously nervous” You sat down defeated on the nearest chair.
Some 48hrs ago you’d managed to spill out a coherent sentence towards Hellgirl. You’d ask her out on an actual date. Half the heart attack was her accepting, now the other half was planning it.
You didn’t want to make it boring, no boring wouldn’t be memorable. Extravagant would be a tad too much and out of budget. Typical was out of the list since, well typical just couldn’t work for Hellgirl.
“Perhaps some alcohol?” Amy spoke up.
“Shit ton of food” Elliot said as he lit up a cigarette.
“Wouldn’t that be too basic? I want this right. I want her... fuck I just want her” You pressed your hand to your face, sighing out your frustrations.
You felt Amy’s hand on your back. “To be frank, the feeling is mutual” You looked up, a hint of a blush on your features. Elliot held out the cigarette for you. “She rambles on about how hot you are, that you have a nice ass. It’s annoying.” You couldn’t help but chuckle and you took at drag from the cigarette. God Elliot smoked the worst cigarettes on earth, you could taste the cancer on them.
Their words helped sooth you as you ran plans in your mind.
And idea thankfully sprang into your head. “You think you guys could help me out? I’m gonna need that booze and food. But also some other provisions...and access to the roof, preferably where the helicopters at.”
Elliot and Amy looked at each other.
Yes this idea would work.
Hellgirl eyed the note that was slipped under her door. This must be what teenagers felt in those corny romcom movies.
She’d be lying if she said it didn’t make her stomach do somersaults.
The instructions were simple. A rooftop meet up. To bring something warm. Also booze. Fairly simple and she could deliver.
She’d tied her hair up in a messy bun, got dressed for comfort and made her way up to the rooftop of the B.P.R.D. It was a chilly night but snow was supposed to fall in a month or so. She checked her text chain with Elliot and Amy, rolling her eyes at the comments to take ‘protection’ and that if your date tried to cop a feel they’d ‘wring his neck’.
“Hey!” Hellgirl saw y/n and as usual he looked dreamy. She was trying her best to control her giddiness. “Well well, you really took to heart the wine and dine me comment” Her smile made you melt internally. You grabbed her hand and led her to a spot on the roof where a blanket was set up, various snacks and beers displayed.
Some nervousness began to slither up your spine as the two of you settled on the make shift picnic. It always happened once you were around her, her presence, her eyes, so many aspects of her left you in awe.
“I know it doesn’t look it, but I’m not gonna lie...pretty nervous here” You took a sip of your drink, her soft laughter made you smile. “If it wasn’t so cold out you’d be sweating right now.” She reaches for your hand, her flesh hand, and held yours. The contrast of color and feel making your skin prickle in excitement.
“You’re infuriatingly beautiful, cant help but be a nervous wreck around you” You smiles sincerely at her, this time she was the one looking away.
“You keep saying that, you’re making me believe it” Looks we’re always a sore subject for her but you couldn’t help your honest words. To you she was a mesmerizing woman and more often you found yourself craving her against you. To feel every warm inch of her beneath your flesh.
You cupped her cheek, thumb rubbing circles on the various raised and bump edges of a scar.
A silence fell before the two of you. Nothing but the cold wind blowing against the two of you. Somehow unspokenly you both leaned in to share a soft kiss. She felt exactly how you wondered, firm and warm. The kiss continued lazily, deepening in moments but never escalating. This wasn’t about taking each other to bed or maybe this very rooftop. You wouldn’t do anything she wasn’t ready for.
After few moments she leaned back slightly, lips shiny and eyes half lidded. That very look would be burned permanently in your brain. You ran your thumb across her bottom lip, the way her golden eyes followed the motion leaving you breathless.
“Can we do that again?” She asked in a half whisper.
She was truly going to be your undoing.
