Summary: the fear of losing him on a mission and a simple comment that changes everything. (1.2k)
Tags/warnings: established relationship, slight canon divergence, medical inaccuracies, no use of names or physical descriptions, no use of y/n, Dr Robby and Dr Santos mention, impulsive marriage proposal, cursing, mentions of gunshot wound, brief mention of anxiety.
note: English is not my first language, and this is my first fic so excuse me for any errors I might had, just enjoy my nightly scenario with my current obsession, dr jack abbot. I tried to make it gender neutral so anyone can read it and feel comfortable but it´s under my female perspective so I’m sorry for any trouble.
“I’ve always liked your hands” jack blurred out of nowhere.
You were both in bed, legs interwined, a mess between the sheets and pillows that felt like the most comfortable place on earth. Your fingers caressing his salt and pepper hair, tracing the pattern of the curls.
It was a rare night. Neither of you was on call, a miracle for a nurse and an attending physician. Even if you spend most of your time together, there was something else about having all day to be with each other, enjoying the quiet stilness of the apartment. It was just perfect.
“Yeah?” you replied, watching how relaxed he looked. The night shifts took a toll on him, carving exhaustion into his features, but right now you could tell his peacefulness. He often complemented you, but always managed to catch you off guard. Feeling a bit shy, you joked. “Well, if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it”
You quoted the song without thinking much of it, just a simple tease to fill the silence
until he answered.
“Maybe I should” he responded, without skipping a beat or changing his tone. After a few moments of silence, you realized he had fallen asleep. Soon, you followed him into the dark.
Hours turned into days, and days into weeks. That conversation seemed to have vanished into thin air, buried under the relentless pace of the Emergency Deparment.
It was the Fourth of July weekend, and you had been called in as a backup to handle the holiday rush. You arrived early, eager to meet the new attending and planning to gossip about it with Jack during the night shift. You had everything mapped out; when to eat lunch, exactly when to nap to be rested for the night, and which clothes to change into under your scrubs after a quick hospital shower.
What you didn´t plan for was to see you boyfriend in his SWAT uniform, bagging a member of his team as they rushed through the doors.
“Intubated neck wound, stats not great. We were diverted here, is there a trauma room open?” Jack´s voice resonated over the sudden chaos. He was followed by a few uniformed men and paramedics.
“Trauma One!” Princess yelled.
You moved instinctively, jumping into and joining the team as you listen to Jack´s report.
“One, Two, Three” You counted, and the team synchronized to shift the officer onto the bay bed.
“You guys wait here. We’ll take care of him, I promise.” Jack told his team, guiding them towards the viewing area. You stole a quick glance at him, trying to suppress and ignore the anxiety in your chest. You forced yourself to focus on the man on the table, your hands moved with the muscle memory of a thousand procedures, hanging saline and starting IV fluids while the doctors worked.
You tried to concentrate on, but the conversation around you was impossible to ignore
“Are you serious?” Santos´ voice made you look up.
“I go in with the team in case there’s an injury” Abbot responded.
“Just for the record, I don’t approve” you muttered. You heard him give a small and dry chuckle. He knew you hated it, you´d had countless arguments about how dangerous it was but he was always too stubborn to listen, claiming he was ´too tough to die.´
“That’s badass” The response of the resident made you shake your head in negation as you swapped positions with her to take over the manual ventilation.
“That’s a Mid-life crisis, if you ask me” You responded. Those were the last words spoken before Robby’s voice pulled everyone ´s focus back to the patient.
The room became coordinated as they followed instructions. After Dr. Al-Hashimi arrived, the team managed to stabilize the officer and send him up to surgery. Jack noticed the way you practically ran out of the trauma room. He tried to follow, but the new attending held him up for a brief chat.
Minutes later, Jack (now in a fresh black t-shirt) found you out by the ambulance bay, staring blankly at Robby´s motorcycle.
“Hey there”
You turned around at the sound of that familiar voice. Your face was flushed mix of the July heat and the adrenaline crashing. “You okay?” he asked softly.
“I just…I hate thinking that could be you someday...that stupid hobby of yours” Your voice trembled, all your fear you´d been pushing down since he walked in came pouring out.
He stepped towards yo, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your head to his chest “It scares me so much, Jack...thinking you could get shot, that I could lose you just because some idiots decided to rob a place.” Tears finally spilled over, hot agains your cheeks.
“I know, sweetheart, I’m so sorry” He caressed your back, his touch grounding you. He held you until your breathing slowed, creating a save space in the middle of an already chaotic shift. “Everything is fine. I’m right here.”
He pulled you back just enough to look at you. “But I want to give you something.”
You looked up, confused. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small, black velvet box. Your breath hitched. He didn't waste any time. He flipped it open, revealing a beautiful engagement ring.
“Jack, wha-”
“First, excuse me for not getting down on one knee. I practiced but my leg is a little fucked up” he said with a wry smile as you laugh as your hand found his, giving him a little squeeze before continuing.
Then, his expression turned serious. ”What happened today made me realize something. There’s never going to be a right time or ´perfect´ moment. We live on the edge every day, with new cases, patients, accidents, fuck, everything.”
He paused, catching up his breath as his gaze locked onto yours. “We don’t know how much time we have left in this place, but i want to spend every second of it with the person I’m so deeply in love with. Will you marry me?”
“Of course I’ll marry you, Jack”
You threw your arms around his neck, holding on tight. He was right. You saw how fragile life was every single day in the ER. If things could go wrong in a heartbeat, then you wanted him by your side for every beat you had left.
When you finally walked back into the pitt, the staff didn´t just notice the realesed tension. They noticed the bright smile you couldn´t hide and the even brighter ring on your finger that you didn´t want to hide.
It was always difficult to get time alone with Rin nowadays. Practice or games took up most of his time, and when he did have time, it was spent working out or catching up on rest. You, of course, were busy with your own life and school work. The time you guys got together was few and far between… and it was never for long.
Rin’s team had an important match today. He was, to say the least, nervous. Mostly just him getting in his own head, an internal need to be with someone. someone who could calm him down. So he sent you a quick text, asking you to stop by the locker room right before the game.
You showed up immediately, leaning on the wall, waiting just outside for him. wearing one of the spare jerseys he had given you. He came out wearing his uniform and gear, a neutral expression written over his face. “You look good,” he nodded, taking a step closer, but there was still a small distance between the two of you. You tilted your head. The way he acted and moved, you could tell there was underlying nervousness. “Did something happen…? You seem on edge.” You questioned softly, closing the distance by taking your own step forward.
He ran a hand through the side of his hair, his eyes stayed on you as they always did. “Was just missing you.” he shrugged it off, taking another step forward to bring his hand around your waist. He tugged you closer, tilting his head to the side, “Maybe a… good luck kiss?” he suggested.
You smiled, pushing forward to set a quick peck on his lips. His eyes shut at the feeling of your lips on his. He barely opened them back up, chasing your lips when you pulled away faster than he wanted you to. “Feelings the luck yet?” you asked with an amused little grin. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze running over your face as he shrugged, “Might need a little more,” he whispered.
You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning back in for another kiss. this time, one that you let linger, and one that he did not want to pull away from. When he did, reluctantly, pull away, he let his head fall to your shoulder. His hands encircle your waist a bit tighter. “You look really good in my clothes…” he murmured.
Your fingers drew little circles on the back of his neck. “You're going to do great, I'll even cheer extra loud for you.” He pulled away when he heard his coach calling, taking a small step back and letting his hands fall to his side. “I believe you,” he nodded, turning to leave. feeling much better to head out onto that field.
a/n — Two posts in two days, what a miracle!
@k4rinaviiz please do not repost, translate or copy my work. all my work is originally mine.
I was wondering if you could write a oneshot featuring Sanji? It would be set in an established relationship where Sanji and the reader have been struggling to find time together due to their busy schedules. After a long week, Sanji finds the reader exhausted and suggests they take a bath together—both to relax and finally spend some quality time.
Could the reader be introverted and a bit shy? Thanks in advance! And if this isn’t something you’d like to write, no worries at all!
Steam and Silence
Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader
After a grueling week of separate duties aboard the Sunny, Sanji finds you passed out at the kitchen counter late at night. Realizing how little time you've had for each other, he proposes something simple, tender—and overdue: a warm bath, shared in peace.
Word Count: ~2,000
tags: fluff, established relationship
my masterlist here ♡
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a/n: thank you for this wholesome request! the whole busy schedules thing with a shy reader and a chill bath scene sounds really cute!!
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The galley was quiet. The kind of quiet that only came when everyone else had gone to bed, their laughter now a memory echoing faintly in the beams of the Sunny.
Sanji walked in with the soft sound of his shoes brushing the floor. He carried a cloth over one shoulder, cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers. The scent of miso still lingered in the air, and the lights were dimmed low.
Then he saw you.
Your body was curled over the kitchen counter, your arms folded into a pillow beneath your head. You were completely still, save for the gentle rise and fall of your back with each breath. A few strands of hair clung to your cheek, and your shoulders rose slightly when he approached.
Sanji’s chest tightened.
He crouched beside you slowly, setting his cigarette down in an ashtray without a sound. One hand reached to brush the hair away from your face, fingers gentle as he touched your temple.
Your eyes fluttered open, still dazed and heavy with sleep. You blinked up at him, confused.
“Sanji?”
He smiled and stroked your knuckles with his thumb. “Yes, it’s me. You were out cold.”
You sat up quickly, eyes widening with embarrassment. “I… I didn’t mean to. I was just resting for a second. I was going to... I was going to bring you something sweet. A snack.”
Your voice cracked from dryness, and you looked away quickly, cheeks already turning pink.
Sanji tilted his head and gave you a look that was all fondness.
“I’d rather have you resting properly than falling asleep on the counter like this,” he said softly. “You’ve been running yourself ragged. We both have.”
You looked down at your lap. The words were hard to say when you felt this exposed, this tired. “We haven’t really… talked this week.”
Sanji leaned in closer. “I’ve missed you.”
You nodded once, biting your lip.
There was a long pause before he spoke again. His voice was softer now, almost hesitant.
“Would you… let me take care of you tonight?”
You blinked at him.
“I was thinking,” he continued. “We could share a bath. Just you and me. No interruptions. No cooking. No crewmates barging in. Just time for us. If that’s okay with you.”
Your eyes widened slightly.
“A bath?” you repeated.
Sanji’s smile grew gentle. “Yes. A real bath. Warm water. Candles, maybe. Quiet time.”
You hesitated. Your fingers curled slightly in your lap.
He didn’t push. He simply waited, patient as ever.
And when you finally nodded, still flushed, still unsure how to meet his eyes, he reached out and brushed your hand again.
“Come on then,” he said with a low chuckle. “Let’s warm you up.”
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The bathroom was already warm when you stepped inside, towel clutched tightly in your arms. The steam curled around your skin the moment you entered. Sanji had lit a few candles and dimmed the overhead lights, letting the space glow in soft amber.
You stood near the door for a moment, unsure what to do with your hands or how to hold your towel in a way that didn’t feel silly. Your pulse was thudding a little too fast, and your thoughts felt knotted together.
Sanji turned toward you from where he knelt by the tub, sleeves rolled up, testing the water temperature. He looked up when he saw you.
His eyes softened.
“You don’t have to be nervous, ma chérie,” he said.
You gave a small, nervous laugh, your gaze flicking to the tiles. “I just… I’ve never really done this before. Shared a bath, I mean.”
“I’ll be gentle,” he said. “You know that.”
You nodded, trying to calm your heart.
When he offered you his hand, you took it slowly.
The water was the perfect temperature. Warm, soothing. It welcomed you like an embrace.
You sat at one end of the tub, wrapping your arms around your knees at first. You were careful not to make too much noise, not to splash.
Sanji slipped in beside you, sighing as the heat hit his skin.
For a long moment, you didn’t say anything. You just let yourself feel the water around you, the soft glow of the room, the steady presence of the man you loved sitting quietly nearby.
“You’re so quiet tonight,” he murmured eventually, voice low and rich.
You gave him a shy glance, cheeks still tinged with warmth. “I just don’t know what to say. I’m not… I’m not always good at things like this.”
“I know,” he said, and there was nothing teasing in his tone. “And that’s why I love you. You don’t have to say much for me to understand.”
You lowered your gaze again, shoulders slowly easing.
He reached for a cup, gently scooped up some water, and let it pour over your shoulders. The sensation made you shiver, but you didn’t pull away.
“I want you to relax,” he said. “Let me help.”
And so, you did.
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Sanji’s hand lingered on your shoulder as he slowly poured water down your back. His touch wasn’t rushed, and his movements were deliberate, like he was trying to speak through them. You closed your eyes, head tilted forward slightly, letting the warmth seep into your muscles.
“You always stay until the last dish is done,” he said after a moment. “Even when you don’t say anything. I watch you.”
You swallowed thickly. “I just… don’t like feeling in the way.”
“You’re not,” he said without hesitation. “You never are.”
You kept your gaze low, your fingers resting on the edge of the tub. “Sometimes I feel like… if I talk too much, or ask for too much, I’ll be a burden. You already have so much on your plate. Cooking. The crew. Captain’s moods.”
Sanji was quiet, letting your words settle.
Then, gently, he moved behind you. His chest against your back. His arms wrapped loosely around your middle—not to trap, but to shelter.
“Mon trésor,” he murmured into your damp hair. “You could ask for the moon, and I would try to get it for you. But I know. I know it’s hard for you to take up space.”
Your voice was barely audible. “It is.”
“And still,” he said softly, “you’re brave enough to share this moment with me. That means everything.”
You turned your face slightly, just enough that your temple brushed his jaw. Your voice shook. “You make it feel safe.”
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The warmth of the bath lulled you into stillness, but Sanji didn’t let the intimacy become routine. He kept you in the moment, tender and present.
He reached for a sponge and gently ran it down your arm. “Do you remember when you first joined us? You barely said ten words to me.”
You made a small, shy noise. “You… flirted a lot.”
“I still do.”
You smiled faintly. “I didn’t know how to respond. Everyone else was loud. Confident.”
“I noticed how you only spoke when the kitchen was empty. How you always brought your dish back quietly, like you were trying not to be noticed.”
You shrugged slightly. “I just… I don’t want to make a scene.”
“You’re not a scene,” Sanji said, voice warm and serious. “You’re the part of the day I look forward to.”
You felt yourself blush fiercely again, and instinctively started to duck your head.
But this time, his hand came up gently, guiding your chin to face him.
“You don’t have to hide that from me,” he whispered. “You’re allowed to be seen. All of you.”
Your breath caught in your throat. You weren’t used to being looked at like that—so steady, so accepting.
You blinked, tears suddenly threatening. “I’m not always good at love. I don’t always know how to say it.”
Sanji kissed your knuckles. “Then show it the way you always do. In small ways. I’ll recognize them.”
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Eventually, you found yourselves sharing small jokes. Soft things, nothing loud. You were wrapped in each other’s arms now, facing one another. His knees bent slightly beneath yours, toes brushing in the bathwater.
You shyly traced a droplet down his chest, and he shivered.
“That tickles,” he said with mock offense. “You trying to seduce me?”
Your cheeks turned crimson. “No—! I mean… I didn’t…”
Sanji chuckled and caught your hand in his, kissing the inside of your palm.
“I’m teasing, ma chérie. Don’t panic.”
You huffed softly and looked down. “I’m not good at teasing either.”
“You don’t have to be. You just have to be you. That’s more than enough.”
He leaned forward and kissed your nose.
“You’re more romantic than you think, you know,” he added. “Just by letting me hold you like this. That’s romance to me.”
Your heart fluttered.
“Thank you,” you whispered.
“For what?”
“For waiting until I was ready.”
He smiled. “I’d wait forever if I had to.”
You didn’t say anything else. You didn’t have to. You just rested your forehead against his, breath warm between you, and let the silence cradle you both. The water had begun to cool, but neither of you minded. In that soft bubble of time, there was no kitchen, no noise, no missed moments—only the gentle rhythm of shared breath.
Eventually, Sanji shifted, brushing a hand through your damp hair with the same tenderness he used when folding dough.
“Come on, ma chérie,” he said softly. “Let’s get you warm.”
He helped you out of the tub with care, wrapping you in a towel and guiding you back to the room. You barely spoke—your body heavy with comfort, your heart light with something else entirely. He sat you on the bed and knelt before you, gently drying your hair with practiced hands. His shirt hung long over your knees, sleeves swallowing your arms.
The air in the room was cool, but his touch remained warm.
“Better?” he asked, brushing the towel behind your ear.
You nodded. “Much.”
You didn’t need to say how grounded you felt now. He could see it in the way you leaned into his touch, in the way your fingers brushed his when he passed you a mug of warm tea.
That night, curled in bed with his arms around you and your head on his chest, the world felt impossibly quiet. You could hear his heartbeat. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. You drifted off first, still wearing his shirt, fingers curled gently against his side.
Sanji stayed awake a little longer, one hand tracing slow, absentminded circles across your back.
Memorizing the sound of your breathing.
Like he never wanted to forget this softness—this proof that time had finally, mercifully, made room for the two of you.
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The next morning, the kitchen was alive again. Luffy shouting for meat, Zoro grumbling about noise, and Usopp describing a dream involving sky rabbits and a flying frying pan.
You sat at the counter, sipping from a warm cup Sanji had made just for you.
Robin passed behind you, her voice low and amused. “You look rested.”
You flushed and looked down at your cup.
Nami smirked over her shoulder. “Someone finally got a full night’s sleep.”
Even Zoro gave a grunt that might have been a smirk.
Sanji slid a plate in front of you—your favorite breakfast, plated with care.
“Let them tease,” he murmured. “I’ll take care of the talking today. You just smile for me.”
You looked up at him. And smiled.
It was small, shy.
But it was real.
In that gentle, quiet moment—like the steam rising from your cup and the soft silence between words—Sanji saw everything he had been waiting for.
What started as a casual hookup with Park Jimin blossomed into something that resembled a real relationship. Just as you were beginning to discover what this could be, an impassioned and impulsive decision unveils a life-altering consequence.
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Genres: Idol AU, Established Relationship, Unplanned Pregnancy
Summary: Asking your partner to choose a number between 1 to 50, but little do they know a surprise awaits!
Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Blade x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Established Relationship, Light Hearted, Playful Banter, Romance, Intimacy (Kissing).
A/N: HOPE YOU LOVE IT!! 🫶💖
[First req]
Dan Heng
You sat across from Dan Heng in the tranquil ambiance of the Astral Express, the gentle hum of the engine offering a sense of calm. “Pick a number between 1 to 50.” you said, a playful smile dancing on your lips.
“Why do you want me to do that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and caution in his voice.
“No reason at all. Just indulge me,” you replied, your eyes sparkling with mischief.
After a moment's hesitation, he sighed, “22.”
With a teasing grin, you leaned closer, whispering, “Okay, here we go.” You pressed your lips against his cheek, counting softly—one, two, three… His cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his growing discomfort mixed with delight.
When you reached twenty-two, you paused, gazing into his eyes. “Was that so bad?” you teased.
Dan Heng let out a small sigh, a hint of a smile gracing his lips. “Perhaps not...” he admitted, the warmth of your kisses lingering between you.
Blade
In the dimly lit hideout, Blade leaned against the wall, a rare stillness enveloping you both. “Pick a number between 1 and 50.” you suggested, mischief glimmering in your eyes.
He regarded you skeptically, arms crossed. “What’s the catch?”
“None. Just play along.”
After a moment of contemplation, he shrugged. “Fine. I’ll pick… 17.”
With a grin, you stepped closer, your heart racing with excitement. You pressed your lips against his, counting softly—one, two, three… His eyes widened in surprise, the hardened edges of his demeanor softening with each kiss.
By the time you reached seventeen, he pulled you close, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, his hands firm on your waist. “You shouldn’t toy with a weapon.” he murmured, his smirk revealing how much he enjoyed the playful banter.
Aventurine
Aventurine sprawled on the couch, casually flipping through a magazine, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You plopped down beside him, nudging him playfully. “Pick a number between 1 and 50!”
He looked up, intrigued. “Why should I?”
“Because I said so! Just trust me.”
“Fine, let’s go with… 29.”
With a confident grin, you leaned in, capturing his attention. You pressed your lips against his, counting softly—one, two, three…
As you reached twenty-nine, Aventurine chuckled, his playful demeanor shining through. “You’re quite bold, aren’t you?”
You winked, a teasing glint in your eyes. “You’ll have to keep up.”
He leaned in closer, his admiration evident. “I always do, love. Always.”
Tags: SFW, lesbian!reader, mentions of death, established relationship, angst to fluff, near death experience, romantic tension, argument between reader and robin
MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!
Synopsis: After a painful argument, Robin and You are separated during the Hawkins earthquake. When Robin discovers You were hurt and taken to the hospital, she drops everything to get to you,praying she hasn’t lost the girl she loves.
When you walked into Family Video, silence filled the store. Robin and Nancy were sorting tapes behind the counter. Robin didn’t even look at you,too ashamed, too guilty. She’d canceled yet another one of your dates. Nancy nudged her sharply in the ribs, silently telling her to go fix it.
Robin finally glanced up with a small, nervous smile you didn’t return.
“Hi,” she said.
You crossed your arms, looking her over.
“You canceled again.”
Robin winced. “I know. I’m sorry, I just—”
“You keep saying that.”
Nancy silently slipped away as the tension grew.
Robin sighed, raking a hand through her hair. “Can we… talk in the back?”
You nodded, even though your stomach twisted.
In the back room, you spoke first.
“Another date, Robin? That’s three this week.” Your voice was tight with anger.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry, but I can’t—it’s not— I just have to help Nancy and Steve with something.”
“Yeah. Nancy and Steve. It’s always Nancy and Steve. Never Y/N and Robin.”
“It's not what you’re thinking,” Robin said quickly. She knew exactly what you were thinking,she always did. That was one of the many reasons you loved her… a reason that hurt right now.
“Then what am I supposed to think? You blow me off, you never tell me why, and you barely even look at me anymore—”
“I am looking at you! I’m just— I’m trying to keep everything together!”
“Then let me help you! I’m your girlfriend for fucks sake, Robin. Not some random customer.”
Her voice cracked with anger of her own. “I didn’t ask for help!”
“And I didn’t ask to feel like a second choice.”
“Second—? You’re not. You never will be. Nancy and Steve, they’re just— it’s complicated.”
“So is telling me the truth, apparently.” Tears threatened to fall.
“I’m not in love with Nancy! God—why do you even—”
“Because you ditch me for her every time something happens! Anyone would think something is going on!”
“Nothing is going on!” Robin snapped. “I’m just scared, okay?!”
Your voice softened. “Scared of what?”
Robin swallowed hard. “Of something happening to you. Of dragging you into this and then—then losing you.”
You stared, stunned.
“I’m not made of glass, Robin.”
“I know… but you’re you. And I can’t lose you.”
“You’re pushing me away so you don’t get hurt. And you don’t even see it.”
You stepped toward the door.
“Wait—please don’t go. I didn’t mean—”
“Then why does it feel like you did?”
You walked out. Robin stood shaking.
Later — Upside Down
Robin was trapped in Vecna’s vines, choking, the life being squeezed from her.
All she could think about was you.
“Not like this— not before I fix things with her—please—please—”
Steve strained beside her. “Robin! Stay with me!”
“She left so hurt— I didn’t even— I didn’t even tell her I love—”
The vines tightened. Tears streamed down her face.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
She thought she was going to die with your name on her lips.
They survived. Somehow.
But then the ground split open. An earthquake. Hawkins collapsing.
And you—where were you?
The Next Morning
Robin, Nancy, and Steve set out to find survivors. Robin insisted they check your neighborhood first.
She went door to door, showing a worn photo of you she kept in her wallet.
“Have you seen this woman? She’s about this tall, beautiful smile— please.”
Finally, a neighbor recognized her.
“Robin? Robin Buckley?”
Robin nodded fast. “Yes—have you seen her?”
The neighbor gave a sad nod.
“She was walking when the earthquake hit. Nearly got sucked into that… red thing. I pulled her back. The ambulance took her maybe three hours ago.”
“She was alone?” Robin whispered.
“Yes.”
“Do you know what hospital?”
“The county hospital.”
“Thank you,” Robin breathed, already stumbling away.
Her knees nearly buckled, but Steve caught her shoulders
“Robin. Hey. Look at me. She’s alive. You hear me? She’s alive.”
“I wasn’t there— I told her I didn’t need her— she got hurt alone—”
She was almost hyperventilating.
Nancy squeezed her arm. “Then go. Go fix it.”
“I need to get to County Hospital now!”
“We can take you,” Steve said.
“No. I’m not waiting. She’s been alone this whole time— I don’t want her to be alone anymore.”
She ran. Through debris, through crowds, through smoke and dust, whispering:
“Please be okay… please be okay… please be okay…”
At the Hospital
Robin slammed her hands on the counter, lungs burning.
“Y/N L/N—where are they? They got brought in, I need to see them.”
The receptionist typed calmly. “Room 214.”
Robin nodded sharply. “Thank you.”
She sprinted down the hall.
She burst into your room, eyes red and swollen. When she saw you,bandaged, bruised, still,you looked up.
“Robbie,” you whispered. “I’m okay.”
“No you’re not— you’re hurt, and I wasn’t here, and I should’ve been, and I’m so—”
“Robin. Come here.”
She collapsed into your arms, shaking.
“I thought you were gone,” she whispered. “I thought the last thing I’d ever said to you was me yelling.”
Your eyes watered. No matter how badly you fought, you loved her too much.
“I didn’t want it to end like that either.”
Robin pulled back just enough to hold your face.
“I’m not in love with Nancy. I swear. I swear on every VHS tape in Hawkins.”
“I know. I was scared. You were scared. We both messed up.”
You kissed her cheek softly.
“I canceled because I was terrified of losing you,” she admitted. “And then I almost did anyway.”
You smiled gently. “You didn’t lose me.”
“Promise?” she whispered.
“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Robin pressed her forehead to yours, her breath trembling.
“I love you,” she said. “I should’ve said it before. I love you so much it freaks me out and makes me stupid.”
You laughed softly. “I love you too, idiot.”
She let out a shaky laugh and kissed you gently.
“No more pushing you away. Not ever. Even if the world’s ending.”
wc: 3.7 K
summary: You're Damian's girlfriend, and his family wants to visit your concert
warnings: none, no y/n used, established relationship
a/n: I often daydream about this scnenario, so here you go. divider from @super-marvel-dc , just the stuff I needed !
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Tuning your guitar does get on your nerves on tours, especially right before you need to go on stage and the E-string seems to snap any moment. Your earpiece counts the few last beats down before the lights go off and you have to be on stage, finally getting the guitar tuned for the show. The supporting band got off stage a few mintues ago, hyping you and your bandmates up for the show, since you are the main act. This band is the most sweetest you‘ve ever met, even when they play a little softer music than you.
Just in time, you get to your mic stand and can only see some flashlights from phones in the crowd before you and your band play the first chord of the opening song. Ear-deafening shouts and cheers errupt from the crowd, having to focus on staying in the rythm, also to begin singing on the right time.
The lightshow of the stage gives the crowd an even more beautiful and energetic view, most of them singing along the first words of the song while some record with their phones. It seems like you‘re singing to a see of people, not able to recognise this many faces or even identify some with the lights flickering to the beat of the music, having to focus on multiple things at the same time anyway. But one thing is that you are sure of. It‘s that your boyfriend should be here, most likely somewhere in the front rows. As you continue to play and sing, you‘re intently watching the crowd on the first rows, trying to make out where he is. It is nearly impossible though, the lightshow making it less possible to actually recognise anyone from the stage.
You give up after a moment and focus on performing, jumping around lightly at the parts where you don‘t need to sing and can have fun. It seems like the viewers also have a lot of fun with your music, seeing some mosh-pits form further in the back and middle. You had trouble believing it at first when you saw people file out of the hall with your first few concerts, that there are some rowdy and elder people who enjoy your music. They‘re probably the same ones in the pit right now. Good thing Damian is probably at the front, he would‘ve seriously injured people on accident.
Your band is two songs in, but the set list still has twenty songs left, promising for a long night. Damian is indeed by the front rows, standing among other hardcore fans who seem too desperate for his taste. But who is he to judge, he tries to make it to every concert you guys announce and play near by. Always getting some kind of merch by the merch stands before the show, small stickers or patches, you name it; he has it.
During a more heavy song, you engange with the crowd as usual, telling them to part the crowd for the up-coming breakdown. Of course, the crowd does a good job at that, some people in the front and back just watching the show and crowd while the band continues to play.
The breakdown, the most heaviest part of the song, start playing and the people create a ‚Wall of Death‘, it looking satisfying from your view. Your bassist does most of the screaming vocals on the extra mic stand, getting to play the thrilling chords on your guitar while watching the crowd have fun.
Finally, you meet eyes with Damian. He grins proudly, wearing a shirt with your band logo on it. He gives you a thumbs up, seemingly proud and happy to support you on one of your bigger perfomances. Normally, you play at smaller stages, but the support band and your new support and love from fans made this possible to happen. It‘s a sight to see, knowing all these people like the stuff you‘re creating for your own enjoyment and actively support your band because they want more of your music.
You‘re halfway through your setlist now, not being nervous at all now as you get used to the feeling fairly quickly. It‘s always during the middle of the set when it is time for a small break, getting to drink some water while engaging with the crowd and entertaining them. And who would your bandmates be if they wouldn‘t mess around with the other mic while you talk, making the crowd laugh and record the interaction with your band. After the joksters finally lock in, it‘s time to perform the last half of the set list. The crowd really does give their best on having fun, never having seen so many mosh pits in one of your concerts before.
The show comes to an end, being sweaty and worn out after the perfomance but you can‘t leave without throwing some guitar picks and drumming sticks to the crowd, a lot of them being happy over it and catching them.
Lastly, you could finally leave for the backstage and into your private room to get unready and settle down into your own respective homes.
»Was your lovey-dovey boyfriend here again?« Your drummer asks while drying his hair off with a towel, always talking about your boyfriend as if he would take him from you. In a friendly, funny way, of course.
»Yeah, somewhere in the front row. Why?«
You answer back while taking off your make up in front of a mirror, glancing behind your shoulder at him.
»I just saw him too. Seemed like he was wearing our merch!«
He tells you excitedly with a big grin, making sure to get his hair dry from his sweat.
»Yeah, he definitely wore our merch.« You nod back as your face is bare again, walking over to your bag at the couch. Your bandmates seem to giggle and mostly joke a bit around with how cheesy your boyfriend is, being used to their shenanigans by now. You settle down on the couch for a moment, your feet and legs aching from standing and performing for almost an hour tonight, having been preparing and helping the technicians with setting up the lightshow and stage this afternoon, since you feel bad for them doing all this for your band.
Eventually, you make your way outside of the arena to meet your boyfriend, having your bag over your shoulder while the staff is taking care of the rest. He is standing by the back door, right where you walked out of, greeting him with a tight hug.
»God, I‘m sweaty, I probably stink so bad...«
Damian doesn‘t even budge and keeps you in his arms, a soft expression on his face.
»So what? You were amazing up there. As always.«
He shrugs and doesn‘t seem to want to let go of you yet, swaying together from side to side which makes you both smile at the other.
Damian walks you home, ending up carrying you once you mention about your feet hurting. There‘s something deeply affectionate in the way he holds and carries you in his arms, not leaving room for any arguments about it.
The night ends with him dropping you off by your home, exchanging some fleeting kisses before he is forced to leave for patrol with the others.
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The Wayne Manor, 11:26 PM
»Are you not going to explain why you‘re late this time?« Bruce gruff voice calls out once Damian joins the rest on the rooftop, changed in his suit and ready to patrol finally.
»He was at his girlfriends concert. They had a show nearby today.« Tim snitches, making it short but also making Damian glare at him even harder.
»Is that true?«
His father questions again and awaits his answer, receiving a nod as Damian looks at him finally.
»Yes, I was at her show. Bought a shirt.«
Batman simply sighs out but doesn‘t seem annoyed by it for more than five seconds.
»Where was it this time?« He asks with rather more curiousity, making Damian state the name of the city, having driven back by train with you together to drop you off safely.
The conversation doesn‘t last long as they begin to patrol, Damian having a bit of trouble hearing at first, still used to the loud music from earlier. The patrol ends up being as usual, no serious troubles.
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Next morning at the Manor seems to be chaotic once again, some voices coming from the kitchen while Bruce is sipping on a cup of coffee with a newsletter in hand.
»Why can‘t we ever join when you‘re going out with her? She‘s so nice and fun to talk to, it‘s unfair!«
Dick complains from the kitchen as he prepares some toast for himself, Damian sitting by the kitchen island with a cup of tea in hand.
»If you wouldn‘t try to disturb their dates, maybe he would have her come over more frequently.«
Tim counters as he is at the kitchen island as well, working at his laptop. The eldest son groans dramatically, defending himself from the obvious truth.
»I‘m not trying to disturb them, just trying to talk and see how it‘s going...«
»Definitely invading their privacy.«
It seems like Dick still wants to spend more time all together with you and the family, but it‘s clear that you don‘t have much time now with your small tour going on and them being vigilantes.
»I would also like to see her more often, but you‘ve got to understand she has her own duties, just like us.«
Alfred chimes in as he walks into the kitchen, preparing more tea as he talks. The discussion is interrupted as Bruce finally walks in, interrupting the complains of Dick and mean comments from Damian.
»Why don‘t we visit one of her concerts? We‘ve never been to one before.«
It is really bizarre for him to suggest something like this, especially since he seems to need to work a lot lately. Maybe he has finally gone mad?
At the silence he receives, he continues, seeing the bewildered looks from his children.
»I‘m simply saying we never saw her perform. It can‘t be that bad, can it?«
Cass, who just happens to stand by the door studies the others, not being against it herself. She raises her hand with a nod, seemingly agreeing with the idea. Damian notices, and the rest does as well, making Jason speak up finally.
»She does rock and metal, right?«
»Yes, but — «
Damian really doesn‘t want the rest to tag along to the next concert you give in town, knowing it will mostly be embarrassing and they will probably get spotted more easily by reporters or simple fans.
But before he could finish his sentence, everyone raises their hand lightly, even Alfred being okay with the idea.
»Are you kidding me?« He sighs out, being clearly overpowered as the plan is settled.
The Wayne‘s will be at your next concert.
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Your bandmates almost freak out once you tell them the news, Damian having called you and sheepishly admitted it, claiming it‘s his fault. Clearly, no one is upset. Actually, everyone seems to be freaking out for all the good reasons.
Now it‘s time to prepare for the show this evening, mostly texting with Damian and finally getting to prepare after getting teased by your bandmates once more.
You watch people arrive by the parking lot, seeing how many people already are inside in the arena with some drinks in hand, the show beginning in about half an hour. But you can‘t watch for much longer, getting dragged to the backstage to tune your guitar and warm up for the show. The supporting band plays first just like before, hyping each other up again.
"Are you there already? Please warn them about the supporting band, don't want them to get confused."
You text to Damian, hoping they are at least in the parking lot already and ready to watch the show.
"We got here an hour ago, saved some seats. I'll tell them about it."
He responds back fairly quickly, making you assume they're in the front row if they got in so early.
Time goes by and the show starts, the support band starting their 45 minutes set before you come on stage and play your own set list.
As the other times, the band starts with more softer songs, getting progressively more heavy, but still not as heavy as your songs. Bruce stays standing beside Damian, not used to rock shows, but he clearly respects it and is just here out of curiousity and wants to support his 'almost-daughter-in-law' in some way.
Dick seems to enjoy himself, even when this isn't his usual type of music. He is mostly fascinated by the enthusiastic crowd and how popular your band seems to be, even when you're about nineteen by now. Perks of starting young, he guesses.
Jason seems to be rather unimpressed by the show, claiming he expected some heavier stuff. But this is just the supporting band anyway, so Damian doesn't mind arguing over the loud music.
Cass and Tim simply watch, them both having informend themselves before joining the show tonight. But they do seem to be rather amused by some fans.
The flashing lights from the lightshow seems to amaze Cass the most though, being almost captivated by how pretty the lights shine and work on stage.
Eventually, the band goes off stage, meeting your band backstage and tells you all about the Wayne family being there, having forgotten to tell them earlier about it.
Now that it's your turn to perform, you feel more nervous than at other times. Usually, you get nervous just before the show, but it fades once you get to play the first few chords and riffs, the cheering form the crowd spurring you on even more.
This time it's different and the bassist seems to notice of it. She walks up to you, trying to hype you up and give you some motivational words, but they do little to calm your nerves down. It's too late anyway, being called up on stage by the staff. You quickly hop on stage with the rest, lights being turned off and the anticiaption rises. Your heartbeat quickens in your chest, hearing the happy crowd even with your earpiece on. The first song starts to play, strumming the intro on your guitar while doing your best to focus on getting the notes right and not play too fast.
The lights turn back on once you start to sing, as usual confident and smooth. In the back of your head you are still thinking about Damians whole family being here, not able to ignore the heart pounding heavily in your ears while you perform. You curse yourself inwardly for still being nervy, hating how new this feels, even though it's nothing new at all.
Continuing with the show, the song progresses into more heavy riffs and up beat tempo, getting a rich mix of an energetic and hearty sound.
You get a smooth transition onto the next song, pushing through your slight nervousness to perform the second song with even more passion. As there are less singing parts, you get to jump around the stage a little and let go of the skittish energy inside you. From another perspective, it just looks like you're having fun.
Jason seems more impressed now, furrowing his brows lightly as he bops his head along the music lightly. Dick seems to completely lose it though, jumping with the other fans along and getting lost in the crowd eventually.
Bruce stays stoic, focussing his eyes on you as he watches how you perform. You seem more alive and vibrant on stage, never having really seen you this bouncy before. Often times, when you came over, you seemed to be just a little shy but very polite. Here, you still seem to be a good soul, but a lot less shy. And that in front of probably over six hundered people.
Playing and performing the songs seem to get easier with time, not able to focus your eyes on specific people in the crowd, but it's probably better this way. Finally, you reach the half of the set list, not being nervous or anxiuos anymore. Well, you are a bit nervous since your bandmates promised to not do any embarressing stuff on stage, not entirely trusting them though.
As soon as you had a few gulps of water, you get back on your spot in the middle of the stage, hand resting on your hip while the other holds you guitar by neck for the meantime.
It's time to entertain the crowd.
»A round of applause for our vocalist and her breathtaking perfomance!«
Of course, your bassist said something before you with his own extra mic stand. Nevertheless, the crowd fires up the atmosphere, getting loud shouts and cheers from them. Cass has to put her hands over her ears from how loud it is, all the while Damian smirks proudly and claps cheerfully.
»Thank you! Did you have to embarrass me?«
You finally speak into your own mic as you turn to face Marcus, the bassist, earning a few chuckles from the large crowd.
Meanwhile, Jason has to physically hold Dick back from screaming something along the lines of 'We love you!' and 'You're my favourite band!' to you and fluster you more.
»Okay, ignore these goofballs for now. I need you all to part the sea for the next song. Shit's about to get heavy.«
You have actually forgotten that Damian's whole family is here, realising only a moment later and immediately search for them in the crowd. You spot them being located more by the right side of the crowd, but still fairly in the middle and at the front row. Dick waves at you, earning a sheepish smile from you before focussing back on the show.
The lights turn off again, getting a countdown and metronome in your earpiece once more as the large crowd does their work and parts into two. Bruce is very confused, not getting what's about to happen. While it's not too loud he decides to ask.
»What's this about, Damian?«
He only receives a sly smile from his youngest son, hoping he gets an answer.
»Are you ready for a Wall of Death?«
You exclaim through the mic, earning many cheers and shouts back. But you aren't satisfied and ask again, getting an even louder response. Now Bruce knows what it's called but he has absolute zero idea what's about to happen.
Jason knows though and makes sure Cass is not in the way, not wanting to see dead bodies.
The lights switch to red as usual, matching the rythm of your song again while the fans wait for the breakdown to drop. The bassist, Marcus, does most of the singing — or vocal screaming — in the song, leaving you to jump around and play some nasty riffs.
The parted crowd immediatly rushes at eachother, the Wall of death happening. Bruce watches with light fascination, not keeping his eye off the people as if to make sure nothing goes wrong.
Your band goes on though, the songs playing easily and with passion as the show goes on.
Jason seems to enjoy it more himself, headbanging more to the music while he watches you perform, and for once doesn't regret going out with his family.
As for the rest of the family... they aren't into this type of music, but stay until the end anyway and mostly take pride on watching you perform the songs out with your band on stage.
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Going off stage after throwing some guitar picks and drumming sticks into the crowd, you feel exhausted again.
Feet hurting, fingers and wrists needing some stretching and your shoulders ache lightly from the strap of the guitar. Your voice is needs a break for tonight as well. But ignoring that, you take your sweaty make up off and go about the same routine as usual, before you can take a proper shower back at home.
Oh, right. You're sleeping over by Damians house this time.
Walking out of the building, you see the Bat family waiting by their limousine for you. Damian approaches you once he sees you, pulling you into a hug before he kisses your cheek.
»You did great. As always.«
He tells you as every night, it still sounding genuine and loving when he says it.
»Thanks... what do they think?«
»I didn't ask. But they seem okay.«
Damian answers you, earning a soft groan from you, both from exhaustion and slight nervousness of their opinions. He seems to sense it and chuckles lightly, rubbing your back gently with his hand.
»Stop making out, we've got places to be!«
What seems to be Jason calls out, interrupting the small kiss you shared just now.
With a small groan, he tags you along by the waist. Bruce greets you with a brief nod, not wasting any time to speak up.
»Good evening. When Damian said you have a band, I didn't expect it to be something like this.«
In fact, he expected the worst the first time he found out about it, but never got to actually see what it's like until now.
It makes Dick and Jason roll their eyes, even earning a brief annoyed look from Cass.
»The music was great, don't worry. I even got into one of those mosh pits. I would go again.«
Dick interwhines, smiling goofily at you. He definitely had a good time.
»Me too. Loved the heavier songs.«
Jason adds onto, getting slightly surprised by his positive feedback. Maybe they are just glad to have had some fun in a while, knowing they work hard to protect the city.
You exchange a few more words with them, sitting into the limousine beside Damian, who keeps his arm around your waist the entire time. He can sense your tiredness, as does the rest, but they keep talking about the show and what they liked the best. It's actually good they do so, not needing to talk so much. While quietly sitting beside Damian, you see that Cass has a pin of your band logo at her bag, getting a bit flustered and happy on the inside.
You can't hold it for long though, being worn out after the long concert and doze off against your lovers shoulder before even arriving back to the Manor.
