Starbursts (Sunspot Fortnite X Reader)

Distance Makes The Bond Stronger

3 a.m

Your face is faintly illuminated by your phone screen as you read the time. Clicking your phone to shut the screen as you lean against the mop in your hands. Floor sparkling from the hour scrub it was given, any dust bunnies left behind had surely packed their bags and left of their own device from your rampage. Shelves neatly organized, plates scrubbed clean, bathroom so sanitized a doctor could perform surgery. 

Hair a mess with strands sticking to your face you pick up a rag and spray bottle. The windows are next on your hit list to avoid the comfort of a bed. Not wanting the next day to come, not knowing if you would have to interact with Sunspot. As pleasant as it may be and even exciting with how your dynamic has progressed, there's no way things would be okay for long without addressing a few things. 

Clutching your uneasy stomach grounds your anxiety-ridden mind. 

Picking up the bucket of dirty water, as you toss the dirty contents down the toilet you wonder if Sunspot is still up with the same worries.

There's no question about it as Sunspot rolls out a cookie dough on his flour-dusted counter. An apron wrapped around his figure as music fills the background. Oven preheated and set to go, off to the side a bowl filled with lemon custard. 

Each cookie figure being cut out feels like a second too long with the way his eyes keep an eye on the clock. The number changing within his sight. 

Shaking his head at the realization of how weird he was acting. 

Gentle hands never fail as each cookie is lined onto a pan. His attention being stolen every few moments from his phone that was not too far off. A silent curse escapes his mind as a sticky sensation slows his movements. Needing to adjust a few cookies that are too close and overlapping. Only is it until the goods are in the oven does he sit back in a chair with his full weight against it. A heavy sigh furthered that relief. 

Tapping against the marbled counter fills the silent room. His gaze on his phone as his hand exerts the energy inside of him. As badly as he wanted to contact you, it was late. As much as he wanted to talk about things he also had to respect your actions. If you weren't ready for an in-depth discussion or just wanted things to play naturally, that can be respected.

But there were still things to be discussed.

Things had changed.

Maybe he could talk to Ares about it, it's the least the god could do.

Getting up from his chair the weight of everything truly dawned on him. His legs and eyes feeling as if they were dipped in thick oil. Despite the protest of his body he still needed to clean least the flour and sugar invite roaches. Or particularly the oven sets on fire due to burning cookies. He'd have to stay up a bit longer.  

He wonders if you were in bed by now. 

With the way your hands are practically choking the bedsheets as you hug the fabric around yourself, it would have more merciful if you weren't. 

Melatonin gummies on your bedside table, as your phone played rain sounds in an attempt to flip the switch in your brain for sleep, was not going the best. Fog filled your brain from the sleep deprivation, your limbs heavy and heart-beat oddly present. 

"What if we just aren't compatible that way?" Each word of your thoughts appears in that same fog. "What if it's just a temporary thing? A crossing path that's going to hurt at the end..."

Your heart slowly sinks with a compressed weight. Thinking of your past friendships, how complicated things were Dara and Imani. Not so much Dara but perhaps Imani.

"I should call her..." Your vision blurs, eyelids kissed by slumber. Your hands resting from their grip on the sheets. Breathing becoming steady, deep, paced. 

'I think we should take the day off tomorrow, today?' A silent message comes through.

'Gotta visit a friend, maybe we can call later?'

Mind in an abyss of sleep Sunspot had just missed you.

'I hope you like Lemon Glazed Cookies, ̶m̶a̶d̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶.̶'

(713 Word Count)

Miscommunication/No communication tropes ew. We're not having that in this household. Nuh-uh