Just a little something for a dear and wonderful friend. I'm thinking of you and wishing you all the best. I love you lots. Please take good care of yourself. I'm sending you all my hugs, strength and love🫂💜💚
word count: 574
summary: J helps the reader who's feeling a bit weak and sick.
taglist: @ajokeformur-ray @sacredempressnatlyia @rommies
"How um... How do ya feel, doll?"
J's voice was calm and gentle. His whole demeanor was. The way he sat next to you on the sofa, looking intently at you with his pretty brown eyes, watching for the slightest sign of discomfort. Sure, he could usually read you like an open book and even see behind your mask when you tried to hide your feelings. But he just wanted to make sure and hear it from your mouth.
"Hmm?" You blinked sleepily at him, a faint smile on your lips. You lifted a hand to lazily stroke his cheek - you were the only one allowed to do so, and J sighed barely audibly. "To be honest, I don't know how I feel. Kind of weak and tired. And a little cold."
J nodded, understanding. He shushed you quietly and shifted in his seat next to you. He gently grabbed you by your waist to pull you on top of him, your head resting on his broad chest. Rustle of expensive fabric as J reached for his coat to gently put it over you - he had already emptied the pockets so that no knives or grenades or whatever other surprises he kept hidden in there could hurt his doll. And you loved it, so much. The warmth of your clown slowly seeped into your own exhausted body. His scent, so distinctively J, enveloped you and comforted you - a mixture of smoke, gunpowder, a little sweat and a whiff of your shampoo. Fingers splayed to touch as much of you as possible as he gently rubbed your hip with one hand. His other warm, large hand was in yours so you could hold it and mess with it.
You let out a small noise as a cold shiver ran down your spine and a wave of dull pain gripped your body. Naturally, you snuggled closer to him, squeezed his hand and buried your face in the crook of his neck. The tips of his greenish curls tickled your skin and a bit of his white paint rubbed off on you, but you couldn't care less. You just wanted your J. You needed him.
"I know, toots. I know. But don'tcha worry..." He brushed a loose strand of hair from your face and kissed your forehead, which was a little too warm for his liking. In his mind, he made a mental note to keep an even better eye on you. "I've gotcha. I'm not going anywhere until you're better. Now get some rest for me, okay? I'll take care of ya."
"I know..." You yawn and close your eyes. "You're...you're always a man of your word, Jack. Hm..."
Just as you were the only one allowed to touch his face, you were the only one allowed to call him Jack. It was for you only. A proof of trust. And J trusted you as much as you trusted him and allowed him to wrap his arms around you even tighter to hold you. Contrary to his reputation and the things other people said, he could very well be gentle and feel for someone. Love someone. Oh, he loved you so much. And actions often spoke louder than words, and he was speaking very loudly right now. He would do anything and everything to help his doll, who had finally fallen asleep in his arms. Yes... Like robbing an entire pharmacy.
