12 Days of Blindspot

A/N: This’s another participation for 12 Day of Blindspot that’s being managed  by @holidayblindspot . Basically this’s Jeller one-shot where they lazily chat together during the day in a way that’ll definitely make you smile—cuz it’s made me smile. Also, this’s a glimpse of how the two are doing in my head currently: they’re doing great! 

Winter Weather.

It’s January and so it’s been snowing out in New York. By the time Jane is done with her meditation session, she expresses thanks to both her mind and body, stretches gently, then walks over, as if drawn by a magnet, toward the fireplace where Kurt is also resting next to on the couch with a book in hand. First she lifts up his legs, which have been stretched out along the couch, leaving no room for her. Then she sits herself instead. And finally she puts back his legs over her thighs and began rubbing them absentmindedly, not directly looking at him.

“How was your session?” He begins, a moment later, to which Jane looks over at him with a warm smile as she replies, “It was successful. And how is this book getting? You haven’t put it down for some hours now!”

Kurt sighs. “It’s getting boring, honestly. But it’s one of these books that you just can’t put down…” Jane nods in acknowledgement to that. “Oh yeah! It must be the arthur writing style that’s making you keep wanting to read then, I’d say?“

Hey guys! Guess what? I wrote a fluffy ficlet for @holidayblindspot :o. Not a drop of angst, or whump. And no interruptions :D.

This is essentially 3 holiday Blindspot prompts all in one, namely hot drinks, winter weather, and blankets.

Thank you again @take2intotheshower for your comments and proofreading. I glove you!

If you’d rather read this on FFN, the link is here.

Please let me know what you think! Happy holidays!

Snowed in

Jane gazed at the view, leaning further back into Kurt’s warm embrace as she admired the banks of untouched snow in front of her, glittering on the branches of the spruces. She gave a contented sigh, nuzzling Kurt as he placed his chin on her shoulder. She felt at peace.

“It’s nice to see you so happy,” Kurt’s murmured, as if reading her mind.

“I am. I can’t believe we’re finally here. It’s even more beautiful than I imagined.” She was still in awe of the scenery, and would probably spend hours sketching it from memory.

He tightened his arms around her waist. “And this time we know no one will interrupt us. This time it is just us.”

Jane turned, burying her cheek against Kurt’s parka. “Thank you for making this happen.” She closed her eyes, a feeling of warmth and calm spreading in her chest, despite the freezing winter temperatures.

He kissed her temple as he rocked them slightly in place. “You don’t need to thank me, Jane. It was my pleasure. We both needed this.”

Kurt and Jane were standing on the patio of a secluded cabin in the Colorado Rockies. They had finally managed to take a few vacation days after moving back to Colorado. The past couple of months after Madeline’s downfall had been a whirlwind: deciding to move, house-hunting, moving, settling in and making plans for the future now that they were no longer working for the FBI, at least on a permanent basis.

Excited that they actually had time off, she glanced at him. “Let’s go inside. I want to see how the cabin looks. The pictures on the site were great, but I want to see it myself.”

“Okay,” he agreed. “After that I’ll get started on making us something to eat.”

Jane walked inside, her eyes immediately falling on the beautiful stone fireplace, and the ceiling of the cabin.  The room itself was not large, but it had a high ceiling and large windows opening onto the patio to reveal the majestic view of the large evergreen forest now glistening with snow. “Oh my God, this room is even more beautiful in real life,” she exclaimed, stopping in the middle of the room and taking her time turning around.

Kurt didn’t speak, he merely smiled at her enthusiasm, clearly happy because his wife was happy. Next, they checked the kitchen, Kurt appreciating the table space they had been able to fit in the rustic cabin. While he was checking the kitchen cupboards in anticipation for fixing them a meal, Jane had already gone off to check out the bedroom and the adjoining bathroom. She was looking out the bedroom window, admiring the falling snow when she felt his arms wrap around her waist and his warm body pressing into hers. She sighed happily.

“It’s snowing,” she remarked.

“Mm-hm. And they say it’s going to continue at least until tomorrow.” He pressed a kiss to her neck.

She turned in his arms, gazing at him. “This place is so calm, and beautiful. How did you find it?”

“One of the agents from the Denver field office mentioned this once and recommended it.”

“Well, I’m really glad you were able to book this. I love it already,” she smiled.

“Good. You hungry? I was thinking I’d get started on the cooking.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

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12 Days of Blindspot Prompts

Day 10: Broken Boilers / Heating Systems (or turned off, so Jane could climb up through it.)😄

Heating up the cottage.

(Blindspot Season 1, Episode 20 - Swift Hardhearted Stone)

12 Days of Blindspot Prompts

Day 8: Spending What Would be Winter in New York in the Southern Hemisphere, Somewhere Warm (The girls having a warm Christmas time.)

12 Days of Blindspot Prompts

Day 7: Warm clothing or blankets.

@holidayblindspot

BONUS

“Winter ended last week”

(Sullivan Stapleton filming Blindspot Season 3 in New York, March 2018)

Summary: Jane freaking out over losing her sketchbook, my participation for 12 Days of Blindspot.

A/N: I wrote this a while ago then ignored it… But then I saw these prompts from @holidayblindspot which reminded me of already having written something that goes with one of the prompts, so I thought this was a sign for me to edit it real quick and post it. I’m so exited to be sharing this here because it’s beautiful and really worth sharing. ENJOY! 

Day 5: A ruined day. 

“Kurt,” Jane called from across the front room, to which Kurt immediately looked up and responded, “Yeah?”

“Have you seen my sketchbook?”

Looking around him quickly yet carefully, Kurt murmured, “No,” he then looked up at her, who seemed stunned at having heard the No from him. 

A honeymoon vacation in Peru.

(Blindspot Season 4, Episode 12 - The Tale of the Book of Secrets) 

12 Days of Blindspot Prompts

Day 6: Winter weather. (Jaimie Alexander in NY. December, 2019.)

Here be ficlet. Completely absolutely plotless. You’ll really need to squint to see how it fits into the holiday theme. It’s pretty much crack adjacent. That’s all.

Please remember, I hate the cold. 😅

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There’s a part of his brain that is aware that she just said something to him. But for the most part, his brain isn’t really working especially right in this moment as he watches her appear at the bottom of the stairs and walk towards the kitchen.

He hasn’t seen her in a couple of hours– with her in the girls’ bedroom painting a surprise mural on the wall and him downstairs putting together the furniture of the office.

She’s wearing a pair of socks and one of his t-shirts– which at this point has gone from being a boring light grey to a rainbow of colors from the paint she’s working with. Her short hair is pulled into a little bun to keep it off her face while she works. And her skin is covered in a light layer of sweat.

And she looks absolutely gorgeous.

12 Days of Blindspot Prompts

Day 3: Festive lights or decorations + Day 4: Gifts (wanted or unwanted)

Keeping warm.

(Blindspot Season 1-4)

A/N: So remember when I rambled about this prompt? I couldn’t rest for the whole week until I put it into actual writing 😁 Anyway, I think I mastered it! And I hope you enjoy it! on ff.net

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“It’s only getting worse!” Kurt commented, his attention mainly focused on the view above him, which was limitless sky covered with thick, gray clouds colliding and increasing in size so drastically in matter of seconds.

Jane, just like him, couldn’t take her eyes off the sky; it looked breathtaking, frightening, and mesmerizing all at once. “Oh God! We should head back home before this gets any worse and we get stuck here.”

They were at Rich’s apartment, now standing at the balcony overlooking the whole city, New York City, that now was looking rather like ghosts city, darker than ever, emptier too.

Earlier, when Jane and Kurt were having the ride to Rich’s apartment, there wasn’t the tiniest suggestion of coming thunderstorm. They hadn’t recognized a single cloud in the evening sky, nor had they felt strong blows of winds, though now the weather was moist, and the winds below mostly from the west.

It hadn’t been a full hour since they’d made it here, to Rich’s place, and they hadn’t even had a chance to catch up with the rest of their friends or to finish a full glass of wine just yet. Unfortunately, though, now they were considering heading back to their apartment at a Friday night, which they most of the times—but not this time—spent it either with their friends, or with one another, having a fancy date at a fancy restaurant—but even this option seemed to be stripped away now!

Summary: things don’t go exactly as planned, but when did they ever. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t the best Christmas ever. 

For @holidayblindspot

Day 8: Spending what would be winter in New York in the Southern Hemisphere, somewhere warm

Jane grunted as she hoisted the huge bag of packing peanuts out of the trunk of their small economic rental car— the car they’ve been renting for almost three months now— and despite her exhausted grunt— this was the fourth bag she was hauling into the house after all— Jane was not complaining. 

After all, this whole thing was her fault.

12 Days of Blindspot Prompts

Day 2: Hot Drinks (Patterson carrying around her Peterson laveled coffee!)