sasha braus x reader one shots

summer days

i brush my fingertips through her brunette locks, wishing to freeze time. i shift my legs uncomfortably in the tangle of sheets and our warm bodies. i wrap my legs around hers swiftly, sweetly. the feeling of my hot skin against hers washes over me like a comforting embrace and i fill myself with thoughts of her.

sasha. she's beautiful, and shes mine. lying together like young lovers escaping the stresses of life, in a rotting apartment that makes creaks and groans in the night. but its day, and there are so many things to do.

i trace her cheek lovingly, ushering closer to her. i press my lips to her ear and softly whisper her name. she starts to stir, looking at me like a deer in headlights.

"its morning, sasha", i mumble, grinning halfway through my sentence, causing my saliva to become apparent and mixed with my words.

"mood gorning," she stuttered, rubbing her eyes sleepily, unknowing she had switched her "good morning" around. i sigh and briskly pulled myself out of bed.

one cup of coffee later and sasha is climbing the walls.

"fuck sash, you're energetic today". everyday, i thought, licking my spoon after mixing my tea.

"its another day i get to be with you, so, im happy." she kissed me gently, holding my face in her hands. my cheeks faded a light pink, i wasn't usually a lovey person. at least, i dont show it to anyone. i always make sure sashas asleep when i act a romantic gesture.

we sat together, opposite to eachother, our feet touching slightly, facing out the smudged window that revealed the busy events of outside. cars speeding by, groups of people clumped together heading somewhere that ill never know. my tea was cold now, but i still took tiny sips, just to look like i was doing something.

"where do you think theyre going?", she asked, seeming to speak my mind.

"work. school?" i say, pointing at a few kids and an adult woman who seemed to be impatient, maybe she was late.

"i wonder if any of them might die today," she blurted out, appearing shocked at the words she had said.

"thats... why?" i ask, forgetting my tea.

"i just wonder. you see so many people everyday. millions die a day, right? what are the odds?"

"thats a reach. id say its closer to hundreds of thousands, but... yeah. i wonder too," i say, avoiding eye contact. i was awkward, and sasha was obviously trying to make small talk. i preferred no talking.

she checked her watch and sat up, taking in a deep breath and smiling at me.

"i have plans today. i promised connie and jean id go see the new The Last of Us television adaptation with them today.. its like, a video game th-"

i laughed awkwardly. "i know what The Last of Us is sasha, ive played it.

she furrowed her brows and laughed, too.

"i love you," i said shortly.
"i love you too, y/n,"

and with that, she picked up her things and left. i remained looking out the window. we liked to have time apart, since often i got annoyed at sasha for simple things. i love her, of course, but im an easily irritable person.

things were peaceful for now. i sat up, and placed my half drank tea in the sink. pouring it out, i watched the fluid gush out like a river. i made my way to the couch and sat down, picking up a book.

the title stared me in the face.

"summer days"

i guess i should enjoy summer while it still lasts, i thought, opening to the first page.