Jack Dawkins One Shots

Miss Y/L/N P2

Jack headed through the dusty streets of Port Victory walking with a mission passing the tavern drunks and dock girls without a second thought until he reached the small thatched cottage on the edge of town with a sweet garden, small fence and freshly painted purple door the sunset behind it and the flickering of firelight beyond the windows. Jack's footsteps faltered for a moment as he looked up at the cottage... his heart was hammering in his chest and he felt a little out of breath. He had never been to her home before... it was... beautiful. The cottage, the garden... Y/n. Then he pulled himself together and approached the door... and knocked lightly.

The door opened to Y/n now with a sweet green apron embroidered with flowers and small bumble bees her hair was slightly askew and she seemed somewhat puzzled, "Doctor Dawkins? Ohh hello, to what do I owe the pleasure of a twilight visit?"

The sight of her, even with messy hair and an apron on, made Jack's chest feel tight. She looked breathtaking even when slightly disheveled. He hesitated for a moment before he spoke. "Miss Y/L/N," He managed to squeak out, clearing his throat for a moment and trying again. "May... may I come in to talk with you?"

"of course," she smiled happily letting him inside to see her small cottage. The cottage had a sweet round fireplace flickering away, a mantle full of trinkets small framed windows and hand woven rugs on the wooden floor, two chairs and a sofa by the fire, a large and cute wooden kitchen with an aged dinning table, pots hung from about. A reading nook overlooking the garden filled with books on shelves, a door leading to the bedroom where a canopy bed can be seen. The whole place lit by candle light and smelt of lavender, "Would you like a cup of tea? Or given it's so late I could perhaps make you up a glass of wine?" When smiled going to the kitchen picking up a plate and drying the dishes

Jack glanced around the cottage as he stepped inside as a warm smile rose to his face. It was... cozy. The small rooms, the fireplace and the trinkets... everything was cute and just screamed Y/n... he felt a pang in his chest as he realized that it was just how he imagined her home, "I'd like a glass of wine if you don't mind, thank you." Jack went to sit down in one of the chairs while he waited patiently for her,

she finished with her dishes and poured two glasses of wine, "It might be a bit strong" she smiled as she handed him he small goblet style glass of wine sitting her own on a small side table and sitting in her chair across from him putting her feet up on a little stool by the fire clearly by the way things sat she always sat in that chair

Jack took the goblet from her, the tips of his fingers brushing hers and he felt a tingle course through him at the contact. She sat down across from him and sat with her legs up and he smiled slightly. "You really like that spot in front of the fire don't you?", He said with a small chuckle.

"it's warm and cosy," she smiled "it's a good spot when it's cold or dark, I prefer the little reading nook when the sun's out" she chuckled

Jack smiled softly at her before he took a small sip of his drink, the bitterness of the wine tingling his tastebuds... it did happen to be sweetly fruity and smooth as well and he hummed in contentment. "Why am I not suprised that you love to read...," He chuckled lightly, knowing her love for books was very well known to everybody.

"of course, I love to read." She giggled "but you haven't answered me, is there a reason for your visit?"

Jack froze for a moment before he remembered the reason he had come here to begin with. He had forgotten about that completely as he had just enjoyed talking to her and watching how she lit up as she spoke. "Oh, right.... I... had something important to ask you....," His voice trailed off as he suddenly felt nervous. The courage he had summoned to get here and knock on the door seemed to have all just suddenly fled from him now that he had to actually ask her his question.