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[iamwhelmed]

Lazy Sunday

Summary: A moment in time where there is nothing to be done, except to love and cherish each other.

Rating:

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom:

Paranatural (Webcomic)

Relationship:

Edward Burger/Isabel Guerra

Additional Tags:

Fluff

Stolen Moments

Implied Sexual Content

No Smut

Dorks in Love

Ed is a YouTuber

Isabel runs her own dojo

Both are in their Early 20's

Hey guys! Been awhile, hasn’t it? Sorry about that. Have some fluff to make up for it <3

His fingers were warm, and they grazed the bare skin of her waist. It sent shivers down her spine. One hand reflexively clutched the bedsheets to her breast, not that there was much to see below that white cotton. Her tank was far from modest, but it was a layer separating linen and skin and gaze. His eyes were often parched, and drank what was offered when he had the opportunity, and on the rare occasion, even when he didn't. Such musings made her a hypocrite, surely, and she knew as well because her eyes, weary with exhaustion, were coaxed to part by bare skin. That was how he fell to bed last night. Woe be the love where one would complain.

He'd greeted the sun more readily than she had, but she greeted his skimming trails with a starvation he reflected only in referential, tender touches. She batted sleep from her heavy eyes and turned her weighed head with an upturned chin. He hardly needed permission, and lowered his to hers so softly she felt the barest of brushes on her lips. Greedy, she was, and she knew it. She raked one hand in his hair, mussed and tangled from the night, and would soon be far worse. Her fingers tangled in his short locks, and she pulled, lightly, and pressed up at once. He met her halfway, leaned so he laid atop her as he had so many times before. Fingers once smooth at her waist reached up and traced her jaw as he kissed her promptly with more fervor. She met his lips again and again, parched in the early morning sun; she soaked in the heavenly glow of his stature and nature, kissed him with more adoration each time. "Izzy…"

His voice was husky from sleep; she smiled. "Mmm?"

He pulled away, but not far enough, and she followed him for it. A deeper kiss, for which he grunted. "I dun'... feel like doin'... anythin' t'day."

The apples of her cheeks hurt, their kisses became more shallow. "You're the boss." She paused, tittering to herself as he pressed a wet kiss to her jaw, inching ever-closer to the fold of her ear.

"You're right," he mumbled, nose cold as it brushed under her lobe. She stifled a giggle. "I'm the bossiest boss. I don't have to do stuff if I don't want to."

"But Mister Burger!" She gasped, throat slick and raspy with early-morning edge. "Whatever will your fans think?"

He paused in his ministrations, hot breath seeping over her cold shoulder, making her shiver long before his hand trailed the bottom hem of her top. His fingers danced at the thin line between top and baggy bottom, and subconsciously she stirred. "My biggest fan would prefer I take the day off, I think."

"Oh? And what does she want you to do with this day off?"

She could feel his lips part in a toothy grin at her collarbone where he'd trailed his kisses. "She's more creative than I am. I'm sure she'll think of something."

Her mind had been well alert and drumming since she'd opened her eyes, and he was very right. So many things she wanted, so many lazy day activities, and so many significantly less lazy activities. She'd been thinking of them as she opened her eyes, spent their idle moments in the first light of sun categorizing and prioritizing them. She wasn't quite done filing them yet. "Surely you don't let your fans do all the work?"

He snorted. "This particular fan likes to be in control."

"Mmhm."

"...Unless I am." He nibbled at her neck, suddenly, nerve-joltingly. She jumped, fingers reflexively tugging at his hair. His hands trailed up under her top, and she gasped and tilted her head back, cushioning the tension that was soon to come over her. His warm hands worked up fast, grazing the tank's second hem as he pressed forward. She closed her eyes and prepared for nimble fingers to knead her-

He started tickling her, and she jumped again, squeaking as Ed cackled in the unbridled joy of catching his girlfriend off guard. "Izzy, Izzy, Izzy! What did you think I was gonna do?"

"O-oh! Sh-shut-AH!" He caught her in her side and she struggled to get a word out passed the involuntary fit of laughter that had come over her. "Shut UP! You- hah- you know what I thought-!"

He hummed in the mockingest of manners, throwing one of his legs over her side so that he straddled her, effectively pinning her down. Lucky bastard was taking advantage. There was no way he would have been able to pull that off if he hadn't caught her off guard. "Hmm, I don't know, Izzy! I think your mind is a little more impure than mine is."

"O-Oh qu-quit it! Y-you're the- hah- you're the dirtiest guy I know-!"

Ed huffed, and batted her hands away when she tried to pry his busy fingers away from her skin. "Blasphemy! Lies and slander, I tell you!" He leaned forward and laughed into her ear, the same one he'd earlier pressed fervent kisses to. "We both know that's Isaac."

"Th-that's- that's what MAX thinks!"

"Well I guess we'll never know now, will we?"

He relinquished his hold on her and flopped to the side, lifting his leg from over her to lay at the headboard, folding his hands neatly and innocently in his lap as though they hadn't just accosted her. (Probably costed her a small death, too, but who was counting?) Isabel found air returning to her high-strung lungs. She took one breath too many, and choked a little on a burst bubble before her laughter died down. She stared him down from her flat position, hoping that the menacing angle from under her eyelids would get the point across despite the smile she was fighting on her face. Ed only grinned at her, looking all the world like the cat who had gotten into a bottle of creamer. She snorted at the unintentional euphemism her mind had supplied, considering Ed had most certainly not gotten into the creamer. She found herself snorting as she sat up to rest beside him against the headboard, hair a mess, one strap of her top falling limp over her red shoulder. She side-eyed him, and found that damn grin still there, still mocking her.

"You're a tease, you know that?"

He wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she snorted back a chortle.

Instead of grabbing him by the collar and shaking him silly, as inclined as she felt to do so, she rested her head against his shoulder. He welcomed the touch with a warm hand, gracing through the roots of her hair. She sighed, and he leaned his head to hers. "...Jus' wanna lay here with you."

"Order take-out? Play video games? Watch B-movie karate flics?"

"Yes, please."

She laughed, but made no move to get up to make that call for pizza. Ed seemed perfectly content to rest there with her, and she held no objections. His hand traced hers between them, thumb grazing the back of her palm. Nowhere to go, nowhere to be. No classes to teach, no fans to entertain, just the two of them. As it always had been.

As it always would be.

[musicmushi]

hmmm harvest fog spice and maize for the ask thing!

harvest - what fictional character do you most identify with? Why? 

*deepest sigh* I can hardly between my children! But okay I think it’s pretty safe to say that I most identify with Aradia Megido like I always had this idea that if I were to remake homestuck scenarios to fit real world logic, I’d basically make have the easiest time with Aradia’s story. Her life, death, robot, life again arc really speaks to me and the moment when she smiles and is like ‘I’m very much alive and I intend to stay that way!’ is the realest shit to me! I could really go on forever how I feel connected with my spoopy ram child. Also the whole ghost and occult thing is so full of YES! (Also also I really relate to Tavros but he’s more of a inspiration for me)

fog - how well do you think you’d do in a zombie apocalypse scenario?

I believe that you’re really only as good as the team you surround yourself with. Which I mean to say that singular skillsets are indeed important but like with all apocalyptic scenarios, the best way through it is team work and trust. That being said I will probably either be the last bitten or the first. I would make a decent lookout but not much more. 

spice - have you ever encountered a house that you believed to be haunted?

Yes I lived in an old farmhouse that was suspected of being haunted by some previous owner and one time when we were trying to make the place livable before officially moving in, my step-dad was fixing the electricity in the attic and my mom and one of the workers heard an awful blood curdling scream come from the attic. My mom freaked out thinking my step-dad got electrocuted but when they rand over to check on him he was completely fine (unfortunately) and really confused as to what my mom was freaking out over having not heard a single thing before my mom and the worker barged in to check.

maize - share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street.

Well this isn’t technically the street but considering what happened it might as well have been. But first just so I keep in line with the rules, the strangest thing I ever had happen to me dealing with street strangers is I’ve had multiple guys stop me while I’d be walking around my old city and they’d ask me if I had a boyfriend or try to request sexual favors or something. I’d just be like ‘please just let me walk home from the grocery store in peace’

OKAY now for a specific story! 

So while I was living at this same city, I would pass the time with walking around for blocks just listening to my music and minding my own business. I decided to do this early one day when it was like...the ending edge of a sunrise and I walked around till like...11 or 12 noon or something and I decided to stop at the library to take a breather and kick myself for not eating beforehand. 

So I’m sitting in the library just taking in the quiet and relax before I plan to set out for home again and there’s this guy that’s sitting across from me and he’s like ‘sup’ and I’m just like ‘hey’ because I don’t wanna be rude and ignore a simple greeting. 

Anyway, he starts doin the small talk thing like askin things like ‘hows it goin’ and simple stuff and I’m a friendly person so I’m answering casually and just bein myself and he tells me he’s an artist that does commissions and I was like ‘oh cool!’ because it is cool and I’m always happy to hear that there’s artists in this freakin state I live in. SO he pulls out his phone and sketchbook and he’s showin me his portfolio basically and everythings cool for a little bit until he starts typing in his phone and I’m thinkin ‘oh he’s obviously texting someone right now’ like the small talk session is over and he doesn’t wanna talk to me anymore like okay cool whatever. 

But then he waves me over to show me his phone.

He shows me what he typed and it was something like ‘what would you say if I asked you to have sex with me?’ and I start fuckin panicking internally because wow NO! I’m immediately made uncomfortable and I want this exchange to end but I don’t wanna be rude or jumpy or anything so I just look at him and laugh awkwardly like ‘haha you’re so funny no of course I don’t wanna have sex with you! I dont even know your name! Get the fuck out of here!’ (I didnt actually say that though) 

So I laugh at this and then he laughs which feels like a relief to me like ‘oh thank god he was just joking okay’ so the topic drops for a little bit and I kinda wanna go home now but I can’t just excuse myself because I don’t wanna be rude or anything. He waves me over again for me to read another text thing on his phone. It was another sex proposition and he was like ‘yeah but no for real though’ to which I reply with confusion and a polite and awkward ‘no thanks thats okay’ and the topic drops and I’m thinkin that I wanna go home NOW!

Well I don’t know how this happened but I somehow agreed to walk with him to some batting range or something because he wanted to hit some baseballs and eat from the concessions stand thing they have there I guess and I was like super hungry so I was like ‘eh food okay’ and I didn’t want to upset this guy or have him stalk me to my house or anything so I just go along. He leads me out of the library (after I tried to sneak out ahead of him and he was like ‘aw cmon I dont bite you dont have to be scared’ which just scares me even more but OKAY) 

So anyway he leads me out and we walk to the range and we start talking about movies or rather he goes on about his favorite movie and I kinda nod and let him go on and during this I let out that I really like voices and voice actors and he’s all ‘I can do a really good stitch impression!’ and I was like ‘oh really thats cool’ and he does it and I’m just like ‘yep that sure is a stitch impression’ and in my head I’m praying that he didn’t just spring that on me to like impress me or woo me or something. So some more conversation happens and he brings up what he had me read earlier and I’m like ‘yeah I don’t get what your deal is like why would you ask me that? I’m all fat and sweaty and gross and I look like a homeless person’ and he scoffs and is like ‘ya know I really hate when girls talk about themselves like that. If I weren’t so sure you’d probably hit me, I’d kiss you right now to prove you’re pretty’

!!!! BEEP BEEP BEEP THIS IS YOUR MENTAL WARNING GO THE FUCK HOME NOW!!! BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!!!

At least that’s what went off in my head when he said that. But I didn’t listen because I was now alone with this guy walking on the side of a single road to a place I’ve never seen before. Not the smartest thing I’ve ever caught myself up in. So I really don’t wanna end up on this guy’s bad side because I have no idea what he’s capable of or willing to do if I make him upset. I laugh at this thing like ‘oh haha that’s weird okay yeah no don’t do it’. So the topic is officially dropped, the batting range is closed so we decide to walk back to a gas station on the way back to the city square. As we approach the gas station he asks me if I have a boyfriend and I kinda panic and I’m like ‘yeah! uh he’s out of state though’ and he’s like ‘oh! That explains it! Ya know you’d be more fun if you only got fucked more often’

What????!!!! WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN???!!!! Can someone please explain this? Because I still don’t get it.

Again I don’t say anything I just sorta laugh awkwardly and the whole time I’m stickin with this guy because I don’t wanna be rude or mean or anything and I dont wanna upset the dude both out of fear and a weird sense of courtesy. So after that mess we go inside the dang place and he asks me if I ever had faygo before. My brain is so full of what at this point I’m somewhat convinced that I’ve been creeped on by fuckin Gamzee Makara at this point. I mean not really but you get my point of thought process here. I tell him ‘yeah I like it okay’ and he then tells me that he’s a juggalo and asks me if I’m a fan of ICP

!!!! Hhhhhh what the fuck did I get myself into??

I say no and I mention that it all just ‘reminds me of a webcomic I like because there’s a juggalo that likes faygo a lot and you should check it out you’d like him a lot’ and I tell the guy the name and he’s like ‘cool’ and so we get to the faygo and I’m lookin at the choices trying to decide on a flavor and the guy just fuckin grabs a random-ass bottle from the fridge thing and is like ‘here youll like it’ and I’m just like ‘okay whatever’ and I pay for the whole thing including some cigarettes that he wanted because I’m so nice or rather because I’m a scared little pushover that just wants a decent transaction and nothing bad to happen.

So after all that and some more idiocy from the guy I’m finally able to get away from him and back home without him knowing where I live and I told my mom as soon as I entered my house and she thought I was being overly paranoid and that this guy coulda been really cute or something. I decided to stay inside a lot more often after that and I never ran into him again.

The key problem I had was a fear of being told that I was being a bitch or something so I never said anything when things actually scared or worried me. I just went along with the uncomfortable words in the hopes that it was all just some joke and I wouldn’t get hurt. Maybe I was being paranoid jumping to the worst conclusions but thank god nothing physical happened. I can’t help but wonder what woulda happened if I was more firm from the beginning...I probably woulda gone home a lot sooner and avoided the story I told you. I shouldn’t have been so scared to be ‘rude’ because its not rude but I don’t like people telling me I’m being rude or selfish so I end up being a pushover. Don’t be afraid to be ‘rude’ when things bother you. I mean don’t be a destructive bitch or anything but polite assertiveness and a firm ‘no’ is not rude. Don’t do what I did.