Starbursts (Sunspot Fortnite X Reader)

Connections

Your home is still as you inhale deeply; the warmth of your lights makes the shadows where it does not touch, all the colder. If only your mind could have a switch to illuminate your thoughts in times like these. Chest heavy, head light, feeling your breathing drag as tears well from your bubbling emotions.

The call with Imani could not have gone any worse. There was always a feeling that you were trailing behind, but to be told, it was true—ached.

Efforts and time being dismissed as unserious. As not enough.

You weren’t enough.

The phone rings.

Its grating singing scratches your eardrums, clawing its way through the heavy fog in your brain. Agitation building as the song of your rintone drones on.

‘Please not now…’

Taking a moment to breathe in, blocked from the less than pretty mucus as a result of heavy crying, the air falls silent.

“Thank god…” you mutter.

The ringing begins again.

Ignoring the sound, you huddle yourself closer into your blankets until it begins to die down again.

Blankets clutching close you feel your body begin to relax again.

Until it rings again.

Slamming your hand over your phone - its weight heavy on your wrist - the brightness of the tech makes your eyes sting. Squinting to adust your vision, your hands become clammy.

“Hi Sunpot!” Clearing your voice from any cracks, you keep the lights dim. This was not your best moment to be on call…

An eager wave of a hand fills the screen in an arry of fuzzy pixels.

“You took forever to pickup!” Black, reds and yellow blur amongst each other as Sunspot shuffles. Some green pixels are taking over the connection. “I’m joking about that, by the way, but did I call in a bad time? You don’t look all too good…”

“Haha…well, um,” You brush your fingers through your hair in an attempt to make it look less like you were sobbing your eyes out. “Rough night is all…?”

You shrug your shoulders. A dead pan face hitting Sunspot.

“You,” his pointing directed at you feels a little more personal than the usual guesture of the same action. “Are letting me in.”

Ruffling and tussling make it difficult to gauge where he was amongst his own darkness of the night.

“Sunspot…”You groan, “I’ll be okay on my own for a bit.”

Motions settle down as he backs away. His frame comes into full view within your screen. It looks like he set the phone down somewhere on the ground. To the right, you can see a faint light and a building of some sort.

He had already been making his way over.

Standing up from your bed, you stop at the foot of your bedroom door and begin pacing.

“If you want to be alone, I can respect that,” He signs as he continues to walk backward. His head turns to the direction of your home and then to the ground, looking for something.

“So leave me alone,” This breaks his heart a little.

Tink

You whip your head to your bedroom window. Back to your phone, you see Sunpot’s form in the middle of a throwing motion.

“Did you just..?” Sunspot nods, a straightlined smile on his face.

Tink tink

Seeing him bending over again, you can’t help it as a smile forces it way on your lips.

‘The connection is really dragging…’ Sure enough moments later, his form is throwing again, and he’s back to kneeling, searching for more pebbles.

“You’re really doing this?” An exhasperated laugh reveals from you.

“Do you really want to be alone?” He signs.

“That’s what I said,” He ponders for a moment.

A shift of his leg, arms raising slightly to say something to only put them back down. The warmth against his chest as a reminder.

“Alright,” He says, picking up a plastic bag off the ground. “Give me a call when you’re feeling better, take care”

His figure takes up the screen as he picks it off the ground. Ending the call, your arms tingle from your nerves. Feeling as if you made the wrong choice.

THUNK

Rushing to your window, flinging it open, worry quickly turns to frustration.

“Cut it out! If you break my window-” words catch in your throat.

“Can we talk?” Shouts Imani from the bottom. “I was trying to call you, I knocked on your door, and you’re lights are on. I couldn’t just - ACK”

A yellow and red ball tackles her to the ground.

“Oh my god.” You run out of your room, rushing down from the 2nd floor. Phone in hand, and you turn on your flashlight as you burst open your back door.

“Imani!” feet hit cold grass, the least of your concerns.

Shining the flashlight of your phone at the two figures, Imani manges to toss the person off of them.

“Sunspot, what the hell!”

(Word Count 814 )