#jonas dark

Request: Hi 🥺 I’m not sure if you watched season 3 already but I have a Dark request - can you please do one where Jonas is still traumatised from all of what he went through and reader is there to comfort him at night? After a while, Jonas blurts out the secret that he saw himself and reader together in the future and it was their destiny to be together 🥺🤍 that’d be very cute 

This is really cute, and I’m so emotional! Also, thank you everyone for 4k!! <3

Comments are always appreciated!

‘Look at me. Y/n, please, stay with me.’

There’s no noise, no reply to his pleas, to the falling of his face, to the tears that drip down onto your bloodstained cheeks as Jonas tries to wipe the bleeding away with his trembling fingertips. Nothing.

‘Please-please-’

Jonas stumbles back into your desk, knocking a few loose papers of homework onto the floor by your bed, but you don’t move to pick them up. Instead, you only raise an eyebrow at the boy, as he jolts himself back up into a standing position, wiping away a few beads of sweat, and some dirt along with it, from his forehead.

‘I forget sometimes, how much you look like her.’

‘I don’t know where you disappeared off to for the last - four hours, but you do know my house has a door, right? You can’t just drop news of an impending apocalypse on me and then leave straight away. Especially when my parents are home. I was really freaked out, you know.’

‘Sorry, I’m still not used to the way this world works.’

You only sigh, patting the duvet next to you.

‘Come on, I think we both need a decent night’s sleep.’

Jonas didn’t say a word as he kicked off his shoes, he didn’t know what else he could say to make this situation any better as you turned on your side, shuffling along the bed until there was a slither of room for him to collapse down in. Pulling on his jacket, you manage to drag it off the boy, nearly feverish with exhaustion, with only mild entanglement. 

Sweeping the hair away from his forehead, you reach down, heart hammering, to pull one of his legs over your waist. Gingerly, he places his head against the curve of your neck, eyes squeezed shut as he listens to your heartbeat. Holding his breath, he tries to keep himself from crying as your left hand tentatively spreads out over his chest, keeping him in place.

‘When are you going to show me?’

‘Show you what?’

‘The future.’

‘Trust me, I don’t think you want to see it. Time travel has caused enough scheisse in this town.’

Flickering his eyes closed, he tries not to focus on how warm your skin feels against the coolness of his grimy cheek. Nor on the way your fingertips, idly, almost unconsciously, wrap around his shoulder and play with the short strands of hair brushing against the nape of his neck. Breaking out in goosebumps, he gives a delighted shiver, a sigh escaping his lips. They felt so familiar, as if he was really here with the girl he had spent his whole life entangled with.

He grimaced, a final, aggrieved tear racing down his cheek. Deep down, he knew you weren’t going to make it, but he didn’t want it to be true. Couldn’t let it be. Not after everything he had done.

‘Some pain you never forget. You will carry this pain with you all your life.’

He wakes up with a start.

He tries to catch his breath, eyes flicking around the flipped room in confusion, as the sleeping figure next to him begins to stir, perhaps alerted to his distress. Finally, your eyes fully open, blinking a few times as all they see is the slight dullness of a crumpled white shirt. Your focus finally snaps to the side of Jonas’ face, contorted in pain, as a soft cry escapes his parted lips from time to time. Suddenly, he curls into himself, elbows hitting chin as he rubs his eyelids with the back of his palm, and it’s only then you realise he’s been weeping.

You place a hand on his shoulder, pulling him down towards you. He falls without complaint.

It scares you how much he’s shaking underneath your fingertips.

‘Hey, it’s okay. Come on, it’s okay.’

You continue to push back his hair with your hand, trying to get as much of the golden whisps away from his eyes. Your other hand continues circling his shoulders, feeling his shudders weaken and weaken with every swirl.

‘You were just dreaming.’

You trace one finger down his cheek, as he rolls his eyes up to look at you.

‘I’ve seen us, you know. That’s what I didn’t tell you before, underneath the bridge. Every different world, every timeline - there’s like a silent connection between us. Between our hearts. You’ve felt it, otherwise you wouldn’t have let me, an almost complete stranger into your room tonight.’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘I don’t know what you’d call it. Destiny? Fate? We’re always together, Jonas and Y/n, Adam and Eve - we’re soulmates, Y/n. No matter what comes between us.’

You wore a puzzled expression, as if thoughts were clouding over your mind and making your words stall in your throat. Were your thoughts visible they would be a inverse explosion, crazy chaotic turns and twists of light all coming together to just one idea, to just one word.

‘Destiny, huh?’

‘I know you probably think I’m crazy, but I swear-’

‘No, no. I’ve seen enough weird stuff in this town to know you may be right. You say all this happened... in your world?’

‘I promised you, I promised you I would make it right. I’m going to- I just wish I didn’t have to do stuff anymore. I’m so sick of doing what everyone tells me to, and still just making things worse. But I’m going to save you, I swear. I’ll find a way out of this hell for us.’

‘Let’s just - let’s just enjoy the moment, and worry about the rest in the morning.’

He nods, pressing his forehead against yours, as if almost in pain. You reach up to cup his cheek, bumping your nose against his. His breath is warm against your face as his breathing settles.

‘I’m glad it’s you, Jonas. I’m glad you’re my soulmate.’