Love on Wheels (darcy lewis/reader)
If there was one thing you couldn’t get enough of, it was roller skating.
Darcy, your very best friend in the whole wide world, had gotten you a pair of roller skates for Christmas, and since then the only time you ever took them off was to shower and to sleep. It sort of became a comfort to you. You loved the ease of gliding around the compound, and you especially loved it when nobody was home to be annoyed at you for it. Unfortunately, not everyone on the team had the same passion for roller skating that you did.
Unfortunately, despite your nine month of practice, you hadn’t magically become an expert skater yet. You still had to run into walls to stop half the time, and at least twice a day you fell and hit your head, or twisted your ankle.
You ran into the counter again, groaning when it hit you right in the stomach. Laying your top half on the counter, you decided it was time for a break. You almost fell asleep, and probably would have had it not been for the familiar jingling of keys and tap of heeled-boots down the hallway.
“Honey, I’m home!” Darcy called down the hall, and you hurriedly picked yourself up, speeding down the hallway. For a moment you forgot you were in roller skates and stumbled, nearly losing your balance, before crashing into Darcy’s arms.
“Hey there,” Darcy chuckled, wrapping her arms around you and pushing you backwards at the same time. Roller skates made for easy transportation.
“It’s late, why were you working so late?” You grumbled, making yourself as heavy as possible.
“Because work stuff,” Darcy responded to your act of protest by dropping you all together, and you hit the floor with a pained groan.
“Whyyy, i though we were friends,” she smirked down at you, and turned the kitchen light on.
“What’s for dinner tonight?” She asked, slipping her backpack off and dropping it to the floor.
“Leftovers, everyone got Chinese last night and you weren’t here to eat your share so now we have a bunch of orange chicken left,” Darcy groaned, opening the fridge.
“What? I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” you picked yourself up off the floor and skated over to her, smiling at the fact that you were at least a couple inches taller given the height of the roller skates.
“It’s not my fault you decided to have a girls night without me, I’m still mad you didn’t invite me,” she pushed you, and you almost lost your balance again, grabbing her arm to steady yourself.
“I already told you, you couldn’t come because i was shopping for you,” you sighed, grabbing the takeout from the fridge and putting it in the microwave to warm. Unfortunately, on your way back to the open space of the living room, you tripped over the transition slip and fell front first, landing with your leg bent in an awkward position. You rolled onto your back, laying in a starfish position, frozen in shock from the pain that was pulsing through your leg and shoulder.
“Ow,” you whined quietly, which quieted Darcy’s laughter and caused her to bed down next to you.
“Are you ok?” She asked, a goofy grin still spread across her face. You shook your head, trying not to move.
“No,” you whispered, “i think i broke something,” Darcy frowned, ignoring the high beeping coming from the microwave.
“Ok, I’ll get your skates of and take you to med for some x-rays, sound good?” She didn’t wait for an answer, and began untying your skates, carefully pulling them off. You were wearing blue rainbow-striped socks underneath, drawing a soft giggle from Darcy.
“What?” You groaned, trying, and failing, to sit up.
“Nothing, you’re just a dork”
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The x-rays had revealed a grade 2 sprained ankle and a bruised shoulder blade, which would require at least a month of healing. That meant a month without roller skates. What on earth were you supposed to do in that time.
Darcy had carried you to bed, reheated the takeout, and was now eating with you while The Good Place played on the tv above your dresser.
“This sucks, the absolute worst,” you groaned, flopping onto your back and immediately regretting it after the impact made your shoulder ache more.
“I know, but hey, at least you’ve got me to take care of you,” you smiled. She always knew how to make you feel better.
“That reminds me, what was the oh so great surprise you left me out of girls night for?” Darcy paused for a minute, before sighing and putting down her food.
“I bought a pair of roller skates for me so we could go to RollerJam together,” the sadness in her voice caught you off guard. Was she really that upset that her secret skating plans had been ruined because of your ankle?
“You sound so sad, sorry, you probably put a lot of thought into it, I really appreciate it,” you wished you had been more careful. Maybe if you had been you could be roller skating with Darcy instead of being bedridden for a month.
“Well yeah, but I’m only super bummed because it was supposed to be… y’know a date,” you looked at her, shock spread across your face.
“What?” That sounded rude, “i mean, with me? You wanted to go on a date with me? Of all people? Why?”
“Because you’re a super cool person and sort of the only one who’s ever really hung out with me since missions have been coming in nonstop. If you didn’t sprain your ankle, would you have said yes?” You scoffed at the fact that she would even ask.
“Yes, of course Darcy, why would i ever say no-“
She cut you off with a kiss, and damn if it wasn’t what heaven felt like you didn’t want to know what did.
When she pulled away, it only took her a second to realize how forward she had just been.
“Sorry i- that was, wow, you’re a greta kisser” your face flushed red, and if you hadn’t sprained your ankle you probably would have ran out of the room at that moment.
“Christ Darcy, your confidence never feigns,” she chuckled, leaning back on the mountain of pillows you had collected and patting the spot next to her. You carefully cuddled up close to her, laying on the shoulder that wasn’t bruised.
“So does this mean we’re official?” You mumbled, half asleep. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling the blankets up.
“Yes, dorkus, we’re official”
Maybe having a sprained ankle wasn’t so bad after all.