Starbursts (Sunspot Fortnite X Reader)

Wrapped In Comfort And Warmth

“What do I even wear in this situation?!” You say to yourself. It’s not like you owned anything too extravagant. Maybe to your own taste when you want to feel particularly refreshed or lavish. But you certainly couldn’t wear that one top with a stain you never did manage to get out…

Drying your cold wet hair, you contemplate the scenario you are in. Sunspot is in your home, in your living room, going to spend the night. “Should I do my hair? No, Sunspot wanted to do it…Maybe my nails, would that take too long?”

You spot your small collection of perfumes, oils, body sprays, etc. Bouncing your leg as you try to select the best one.

“Maybe I’m doing too much? Am I being obvious?”

It was clear you liked him, it was just a matter of whether he did too.

Sunspot is sitting in his own anxiety as the show on the TV plays. His thoughts have gone astray a while ago as he sat waiting. Resting his chin on his palm as he contemplates his actions. Sighing, he looks at the options for ordering food. This could be the least he could do regarding his intrusion.

“Alright, I am presentable.” You say, bringing Sunspot’s figure to turn around from the couch.

Stars immediately shine in eyes as he claps his hands.

“Oh you look so cute and comfortable!”

“It’s just pyjamas Sunspot.” You playfully roll your eyes, ego swelling at his approval. Taking a seat by him you manage a peek at his phone that is sitting on the coffee table. “You were gonna order right now?”

“Wasn’t too sure what you would like or dislike with the day you’ve had.” He picks his phone back up.

“What about Korean food?” You suggest, “Can you handle spicy stuff?”

“Of course, that’s not even a question.” The screen populates the closest restraints. Passing the phone over, you look at him with a bit of hesitance.

“What’s the budget?” You take his phone gently into your hands, as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

“Plenty,”

“Sunspot…” dragging out his name in a serious tone has him pull up his leg to rest on his knee, adjusting his position.

“Obviously don’t push it but get what you enjoy!”

Your look lingers on him, unconvinced of how much would be appropriate, not wanting to take advantage of his kindness. To which, does not go unnoticed with the way you keep going back and forth certain areas of the menu.

Tapping your shoulder he signs, “If you really need a budget, $100 total for you and I, and the tip for the driver.”

Pulling your feet up to sit criss-cross on the couch earning a smile from Sunspot who qiuckly faces the TV.

“What?” there’s a laugh in your voice, your attention going from the phone to eyeing him.

His momentary attention was stolen back to you. Shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders, you give a little scoff.

“Don’t give me that, you were smiling….” You press on with a playful voice, “I’m just sitting here and you think I’m silly. A jester is what you think I am!” On your knees now facing him, your grandiose voice projects the dramatics.

This accusation causes him to put a hand over your face, pushing you backward.

“Assault!” You yell, the phone in your hand being swung around.

Sunspot reaches over to take his phone away from you. The grip being much stronger than he had anticipated.

“No!” You whine, your food was already added in the cart so you had no real reason to keep a hold on to it.

With Sunspot hovering over you, doing his best to keep balance, you spot the faint warm glow from under his sweater. In a moment of an absent mind, Sunspot harshly tugs one last time, flailing back unto his spot as he regains balance.

You match him in settling down, brushing down your hair as he huffs. Turning away from you.

“Come on…” You shift closer to him, “You won. Don’t be so sour.”

He’s scrolling through the menu options, quickly adding to the cart his cravings. Tossing his phone to a different couch he quickly signs, “holding my phone hostage,” with a cross of his arms and body turned away.

“Sunpot…!” You drag his name again as you grab a shoulder of his, lightly shaking him. He doesn’t budge, turning his body fully away from you, feet on the couch.

No shoes though, he isn’t a heathen.

On that moment of his grudge your eyes land on a pillow that is sitting on the same couch he tossed his phon on. With a devious smile, unbeknowst to Sunpot, you lundge towards the couch.

In an instant Sunspot reacts to grabbing his phone by sliding onto the couch. His confusion having just enough time to settle in as you tug your taget away.
It was too late as you lift the pillow and smack it against him. Stretching his arm to block the rampage, Sunspot slithers out of the couch.

“You did not accept the victory so therefore I shall take it and claim it!” You pose dramatically with the pillow in hand. Shaking his head you wonder if you should cut it out. Maybe you were taking it too far. Settle into something more chill.

You were wrong.

A yelp and not much of a tussle you are wrapped like a beautiful butterfly emerging from its cacoon. Held captive in an encasing of your own soft plush throw blanket! Darn you for having it conveniently in your living room.

“Let me out!” wriggling as Sunspot’s silent laughter and bright smile fills the room forces your own joy to shine through.

“You’re cute,” His shaky hands attempt to sign.

There’s that soft glow against his chest again.