Darcy was definitely not one of my favorites. In fact she was probably just one above Ashley (who was probably my least favorite character) but I did love her and Spinner.
"Why are you still here?" with either Sparcy or RedFinch?
hmmmhm bold of you to assume i’d write for redfinch but well tried i don’t have anything against the ship but ppl made me dislike it from the start i’m sorry hh
anyway here’s uhhhh sparcy idk if i should put a tw ? tell me what i should add if needed !! it’s sort of angsty i think though so uh yeah
“Why are you still… here ?”
“Oh. Uh.”
The question had come off as a surprise, for Darcy certainly hadn’t heard the other step in the room. Oh, he’d just been too focused on other things, like… the really bad sensation everything was offering at the moment, including the clothing. Especially the clothing.
“Feeling bad. I forgot to get out.”
“Darcy, no one takes baths with their clothes on.”
“Contributes to the feeling bad part…”
This was concerning, for Spot at least. The other didn’t seem very phased by anything, except the fact his clothes felt all sticky and gross. It did make him feel awful, but nothing in him had given him the courage to take them off. So he was stuck there, in water that was just cold at this point, and he didn’t move. Just… rocking back and forth kind of staring at the water, but he wasn’t really staring. Looking at nothing would be a better way to describe it ; Spot understood what that meant and his heart broke, every second he spent watching him before he decided to make a move and step closer.
“Can I touch you ?” He enquired, cautiously leaning against the bathtub and waiting for Darcy to nod before he leaned closer, struggling to take his shirt off - but managing. Setting it on the floor next to the tub, he then got onto taking his pants and underwear off, making them join the shirt and shifting to turn on the water. He didn’t want to see his boyfriend get sick because of this. He needed a warm bath, not this cold water.
With the hot water now running, Spot tried to mix it with the rest of the water to warm it up. Soon enough, he was also gently poking Darcy to bring him back to reality.
“You should sit more comfortably, hey… Do you want bubbles ?” His tone always kept soft and quiet. Noise would only worsen things, and he’d been very careful to be a better boyfriend lately. Darcy seemed more responsive too, more… aware. And he laid back against the tub, humming quietly as he closed his eyes. “No bubbles.”
Spot was about to nod, but the other added a gesture to it - a hand gesture. Gesture that meant, ‘leave the room’. This time, he nodded, and with that he left the bathroom.
Half an hour later, Darcy was back in the living room, where Spot was waiting on the couch. Quickly joining him, the shorter of the two offered him a smile and shifted closer.
“How’re you feelin’ ?” All these questions were always genuine, and full of both love and worry. But Darcy was smiling as well this time, pushing his glasses up on his nose.
“Good, thank you for the water. You forgot to take care of the wet clothes, so I put them in the washing machine for you.”
“Oh… yea. Sorry, I kinda forgot about these…”
“It’s fine, I’d told you to leave anyway. It’s nothing big.” Darcy wheezed softly, reaching out to hold Spot’s hand and leaning against him with a sigh. “Didn’t really wanna get out, though. The bath felt really nice without the clothes.”
“Yea, usually people don’t like wet clothing,” Spot retorted with a sort of sarcasm, but Darcy was quick to smack his arm lightly. “Don’t be such a smartass, that’s my job,” he joked, then pecking Spot’s cheek. “Thank you for helping me out, even if you’re being mean.”
“I’d be a shit boyfriend if I didn’t help you when you need it.”
“True.”
Silence settled in. Just lying against each other, Darcy with his eyes closed and Spot fondly watching over him. He preferred the peaceful moments, the ones when Darcy was happy. That was all he deserved, and he was so stupid for not having managed to do it right before. He was always trying - Darcy deserved someone who tried for him.
“What do you wanna eat tonight ?”
“I’d say Chinese.”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll order it.”
“Thank you.” A pause. “Hey, Spot ?”
“Hm ?”
“I’m glad you’re here.”
Then both of them were.
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