#i’ll reblog this later for those with normal sleep schedules/other time zones

[icarusalchemist]

90 + connverse?

90. early morning cuddles

inspired by @suf-fering ’s art here

It’s a reassuring sound, Connie’s heartbeat. Quiet and steady and strong under Steven’s ear. A constant tha-thump that he can feel reverberating through him, something to remind him that she’s there.

He’s got his arms around her waist and his head on her chest, their legs tangled beneath the covers. Connie’s bed at school is definitely too small for the both of them, but they’re making it work (even if that means Steven’s back is pressed against the cold wall to keep any of Connie’s limbs from hanging off the edge). The whole room is small, but her half of it so perfectly Connie that Steven feels wrapped up in a bubble of home.

Connie’s breathing is slow, a sign that she’s still out cold from their light night discussion about where Steven’s headed after this. He’s been away from Beach City for a few months now, still traveling from state to state to figure out who he is outside of the Crystal Gems. The only constants he’s had have been weekly lunches with his girlfriend and biweekly video therapy appointments. It’s been nice, if he’s honest, the constant change that doesn’t pose a threat to his or his loved ones’ lives. Nice, life-affirming, and—

Punctuated by Connie’s snores. Steven groaned quietly and burrowed further into his girlfriend’s side, hoping against all hope that it would be just the one sound and that he wouldn’t have to wake her up already. The sun was barely peaking in through the blinds in the room, and a glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand told Steven that it was barely 7 a.m. If he could help it, he didn’t want to wake Connie for at least another half hour, but snoring— that was unforgivable.

Almost five minutes of quiet passed before Connie made another noise, but this time it was a little whine as she struggled to move. Steven lifted his head off of her chest and grinned as she rolled on her side to curl into him. He laid his head back down on the pillow and pulled Connie against his chest, letting her revel in his body heat. Another minute of silence passed before she wrapped an arm around his waist and whispered his name, stretching it out to give it more syllables than it needed.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Steven whispered into her hair, a true smile blossoming on his face.

“What time is it?” she asked, voice scratchy.

“Uh, 7:14.” Connie groaned, burying her face in the crook of Steven’s neck as he laughed. “You can go back to sleep, if you want.”

“No, no,” she protested, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and somehow pulling him even closer. “You’re leaving today, I can’t just sleep through it.”

Steven laughed again. “You’ll see me again on Thursday, though. You and Lion are meeting me for lunch, remember?”

“Yeah, but that’s then. I still don’t want to keep you in bed until you leave today.” Even with only four hours of sleep, it was clear Connie wasn’t going to give up any of her Steven time, even if it meant exhaustion.

“How about at least another hour?” he tried. “I don’t really want to get up right now, anyway.”

Connie finally opened her eyes, peering up at him groggily. She considered him for a moment, her eyes narrowing before she sighed. “Another hour won’t kill us,” she ceded, pressing a quick kiss to Steven’s jaw before curling her head back into his chest.

(They ended up sleeping three more hours and missing breakfast in the dining hall, but it was well worth it to not have to worry about Connie’s sleep schedule being completely ruined.)

#2am inspo hit and now it’s 4am oops #i’ll reblog this later for those with normal sleep schedules/other time zones #my writing #steven universe #steven universe future #suf fic #steven universe fic #connverse #connie maheswaren #i’ll also add a read more later bc i’m on mobile rn #yey an ask #mia tag #acastleintheair #my fic

[cosplayingwitch]

A Study in Dirt and Stars

September 30 Day Writing Challenge

Prompt: cloud/star gazing

Part one of the five part as-yet-unnamed series. (If you think of a name, let me know in the comments!) Each part will take place a good amount of time apart from each other.

Summary Star Wars AU with fem!reader and Poe Dameron as best friends/roommates (more?) and grad students- reader in archaeology, Poe in history/library science. In this part, the two get stuck when Poe’s old truck breaks down and they have to wait for a tow truck.

Triggers none, unless you have an issue with waiting for tow trucks or dirt/dust. Oh, they do swear too.

Tags: @make-me-imagine

Other tags: light angst, two idiots in love, mutual pining, would this count as angst?

The sound of shovels clanging together startled you out of your focus. You’d been reading up on bioarchaological research methods- something so boring most would fall asleep even thinking about it. You, however, find the whole thing fascinating, enough to dedicate your life to it. That sound was the announcement by your students that the day was done. Normally you’d have let them know this, but in that focus you’d lost track of time.

You shout “Nice work today everyone! Same time tomorrow!” even though you didn’t even notice their actual work. Hey, as long as they didn’t fuck anything up enough that it can’t be fixed, no one would ever know. 

The university held a field school for archaeology students every year, mostly upper level bachelors students and the occasional early masters students. Given your status as almost graduating from the masters program, you were easily chosen by your favorite professor to GA the class. Which meant, per your professor, you’d be the one in charge for day-to-day goings on. But if you succeeded at this, it’d be a great addition to your work experiences. Very helpful for getting a job in this field.

Which leads you to look around, seeing that your slightly early dismissal was taken advantage of by the students- they left the equipment strewn about the site without regard for how long it would take you to clean up after them. They’d be in for definite trouble in the morning, you’d make sure of it.

You heard the sound of truck tires coming down the dirt lane that was the only access point for your site. You look up to see your friend coming to pick you up. With your car in the shop- all that dust was not good for the engine- he was your only choice if you were to get to and from work.

“Hey there, Indiana. Discover the ark of the covenant yet?” shouted Poe from the driver's seat. 

“Not yet. Did you manage to run out of books in the library yet?” you shout back.

It was always like this between you two. You’d been friends since your freshman year when you took intro to anthropology together. For him, it was a gen-ed class; for you, it was the start of your career path. He was a history major, now working on his masters, like you. He had managed to get a job in the university’s library, though he would probably describe it like he had gotten a job at the Smithsonian. But joking between the two of you was more natural than having normal conversations. One year, he decided to get you a hat for your birthday, one that was suspiciously like that worn by the movie archaeologist. From then on, he called you Indiana instead of your name as an inside joke between the two of you.

You wouldn’t ever tell him- but you kind of liked it.

“Can’t leave quite yet, Mr Librarian. The students left this place a mess, and if Professor Solo decides to pop by the site in the morning with it looking like this I’d lose all hope of ever getting a job.”

“So? I can help! As long as these aren’t some kind of state-of-the-art technology shovels.” he teased. You could tell, he just wanted to get home. And even with the both of you working together, this could take a while.

About two hours later, once everything was packed up for the night, Poe went to start the truck so you could get home to your shared apartment (who better to be roommates with than your best friend?). And it wouldn’t start. He tried again, and again. Nothing. I guess even momentary exposure to this dust could mess with an engine, you thought. Or maybe his twenty year old truck had just finally kicked the bucket. You’d teased him about that truck for a while now, always joking about it someday just giving up and leaving him stranded somewhere. 

Of course, you’d always imagine yourself as coming to his rescue, not being stranded with him. 

“I guess you were right about it up and dying someday.” admitted Poe. “So are we walking or what?”

“It is getting dark, but it will take forever to walk back to the university. We could call a tow truck? Sit around waiting until it gets here?” you suggest. “It gets so beautiful out here. Without as much light pollution, the stars really shine bright.”

Poe was never one to turn down an activity that involved astronomy. That was his ‘secret’ hobby. He told you once that his dream when he was a child was to travel among the stars, but with that not accessible to him, the best he could do was study those who made the advancements in astronomy. 

The tow truck would take at least an hour, the lady from the dispatch center told you. It was the bad luck of location and calling on a busy night. You didn’t mind, it was more time to spend with your best friend.

“It’d probably be more comfortable to lay in the back than in the dirt.” suggested Poe. You knew that wasn’t the only reason he suggested it. He also hated getting dirty, so the idea of laying directly in recently disturbed dirt had to be unthinkable to him. (This was another thing you teased him about often.) However, this time he did have a slight point. If anything, it would probably stretch your back out more than the ground could.

With both of you perched on the end of the truck bed, you watched the stars together. Poe pointed out the various constellations. Even though you knew most of them already, you let him continue because you knew how happy it made him. Not much of a sacrifice to keep your best friend/roommate, you thought. You zoned out while he started rattling off facts about famous astronomers. He’d be the one to know all this- astronomy+history would always mean Poe would know about it.

You thought about how nice this was. The two of you laying back, talking, nowhere to be until the morning. You could get used to this.

Every so often, you’d chime in with a fact about the mythology behind the names of the constellation. Poe assumed you knew these from your anthropology classes during your undergrad. Truth was, you’d learned them for him. That way you had something to add to the conversation when he was discussing astronomy, which was frequently.

It was inevitable that the tow truck did eventually show up, and your night of stargazing would end. It never seemed like two hours had gone by with just you and Poe laying there together. And just like that, your evening together was over.

When you eventually get back to your apartment, it’s past midnight and all you want to do is take a shower to get all the dust, dirt, and sweat off of you from that hell of a day you had yesterday. “Maybe I’ll call Professor Solo in the morning, see if he can take over for the day.” You think. After all, shouldn’t he be teaching his own class?

And maybe, if by some miracle your car was ready to be picked up before noon, you could return the favor by driving your boyfriend best friend to work.

You stop yourself in your tracks. God. Did I just think what I thought I did? 

Yeah. After a day like that, your brain had to be at least a little scrambled, right?

At least you didn’t say it out loud. Poe would never stop teasing you about that.

When the two of you got home after midnight, Poe was beyond exhausted. Luckily, he wasn’t scheduled to work until after noon tomorrow. Or, with it being after midnight, would that be today?

Whatever. I just need sleep, Poe thought.

But he couldn’t sleep that night. (Morning? Every time Poe thought about that it made his head hurt.) He was too wrapped up in thinking about the night you just spent stargazing together. Just laying there, talking, sharing space facts and constellation myths.

He just couldn’t get past the relationship the two of you had. No pressure, no one constantly asking when they’d get together already. Just two grad students, hanging out and having a good time together.

Maybe, Poe thought, he could even be glad his car broke down while picking up his girlfriend best friend from work.

Wait, Poe though. Not my girlfriend, my best friend. I’m not ruining our friendship because I had one thought about her that way. Besides, he continued, who knows if she’d even like me that way.

Poe did fall asleep a little while after that, but not before sending in a request to his boss for a sick day. There was no way he’d get enough sleep to go to work tomorrow.

Author Note- I appreciate any comments/likes/reblogs if you would! Also, this is my first fan fiction published on Tumblr, so please be nice (and leave constructive criticism if you have any). I’ll probably also post this to Archive of Our Own at some point, but for now it’s only on Tumblr.

I have to say, I do enjoy writing for my two idiots here. Next chapter/part will be published on 9/10, so come back for that if you like this. And if you really like this, message me to be tagged in the next part.

#meras30daywritingchallenge #star wars au #star wars fan fiction #Poe Dameron #fan fiction writing #writing challenge #still new to this #these two are idiots #angst? #i dont know