haiii im still fanboying over ur mumscott fic it was so cute 😭💜 i was wondering if you could write anything with cleo/jimmy? they're my silly rairpair
HEY THERE! i love your silly little rarepair and i genuinely had so so SO much fun writing this! thank you so much for the request, my eyes have been opened and i'm suddenly so in love with the zombiebird dynamic. hope this does them justice! <3
word count: 1210 words
pairing(s): cleo/jimmy
warnings: none
general tags & vibes: fluff, caught in the rain, established relationship, kissing, alternate universe - college/university (<- pretty unimportant but mentioned in the exposition)
Cleo and Jimmy had spent the last few hours caught up at a cafe downtown. Their afternoon had been a sort of hybrid coffee date and study date, and it was easy to lose track of time over cups of coffee, and distracting each other from getting any work done.
Sometime in the afternoon, the drizzle of rain had picked up, and the sun, concealed by thick gray clouds, had disappeared entirely. Not only was it dark by the time they were ready to leave, but downpouring.
Jimmy had gotten up to throw out his and Cleo’s paper napkins, but stopped as he caught a look outside. He hesitated as he got his first proper look out the window at the downpour. It was setting in that they were twenty minutes from the nearest bus stop, and entirely underprepared with no umbrella or rain coats.
“Don’t tell me we’re going to have to walk in that,” he complained.
“We could wait it out,” Cleo offered. “I mean what’s another hour, right?”
Jimmy opened his phone to check the weather, then shook his head. “Not a chance. It’s only going to get colder if we let it get any later,” he explained, heading back to the table to hand his phone to Cleo.
Cleo furrowed their brow as they leaned in, looking at his screen to see that the rain was only supposed to intensify over the next several hours as the temperatures continued to dip lower. One way or another, they’d have to walk to the bus station, and the longer they waited, the worse it would get.
Decisively, she stood up. “So it’s cold and wet now, or colder and wetter later.”
Jimmy shot another glance at the window. “Yeah…”
“You know what? It’s fine,” Cleo insisted with a laugh. “We’ll just run!”
Giggling, Jimmy nodded in agreement. “Right, we’ll just run, okay, good plan.”
Clearing their dishes and packing their bags, there really was no other choice. Still, Jimmy hesitated by the exit, not quite ready to brave the cold.
“It’s fine,” Cleo said again, unconvincingly.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” Jimmy agreed, seeming equally unassured. With that, however, he pushed open the door and stepped out into the rain.
He shuddered as the first few cold droplets hit his face, raising one arm up over his head in a feeble attempt to shield himself.
As the door swung shut behind her, Cleo grabbed Jimmy’s hand. “Come on! Not getting any warmer,” they teased, setting off at a brisk pace with Jimmy in tow. The wind whipped her hair, and she used her free hand to try to pull it back out of her face.
Jimmy matched her strides to keep up. The rain made it hard to see, and the force of the wind slowed them down, but still, he gripped Cleo’s hand and pushed on.
“I’m going to need such a shower after this,” Cleo complained.
“We’ll warm up when we get back to the apartment!” Jimmy reasoned. “I’ll make you tea, oh, and we have leftover soup! I can put on a movie, you know, light a candle-”
“Yeah, we’ll get all cozy and make a blanket fort,” Cleo half-joked.
“We can!” said Jimmy. “We can make a blanket fort!”
Cleo giggled. “I’ll make a blanket fort with you, Jimmy.”
Warm, domestic daydreams kept Jimmy distracted as they pressed on.
The twenty minute walk was nearing its end with only a block left to go. By then, Jimmy could feel his socks and sneakers growing soggy despite his attempts to dodge puddles. He was clearly better off than Cleo, however, who cursed as they turned a corner, losing her footing on a crack in the pavement. She stumbled forward, her left foot coming down in a puddle hard enough to splash water up to her shin.
“Are you okay?” Jimmy asked.
Cleo groaned, lifting their foot out of the puddle, watching water drip back onto the pavement from the soaked leg of their pants. “Come on! That’s the last thing I need.”
Jimmy’s brow furrowed, noticing how soaked they were already. They looked pretty miserable, and there wasn’t much he could do to instantly make that better.
So instead, Jimmy let go of her hand and took a step back. He stomped his own left foot into another ankle deep puddle, wincing as the water splashed all the way up to his knee. With that, he took Cleo’s hand again, and set off.
Cleo laughed, gazing at him in disbelief. “What was that for?!”
“We’re even now, see?” Jimmy gestured down at his own drenched leg, still continuing to walk.
Cleo only laughed harder, her shoulders bouncing. She had to pause for a minute to brace herself from laughing so fiercely, the rain momentarily forgotten. “Jimmy, that’s so stupid!”
“No it’s not!” Jimmy protested, coming to a stop beside her. “See, look, we’re in the same boat now!”
Cleo still couldn’t stop giggling. “No, no, I get it, I just… Oh, Jimmy.” When they finally calmed down enough to regain their composure, they grabbed Jimmy’s other hand. “It’s stupid, but I love you so much for shit like that, you know.”
Jimmy’s cheeks went red, smiling as he gazed down at both of their feet with their matching wet shoes. “Yeah, it’s a little stupid.”
Cleo’s hands slid around to Jimmy’s waist, and at once, she pulled him in to kiss him right there in the middle of the sidewalk.
Jimmy melted into it at once, touching Cleo’s cheek as he kissed them back. The rain, the cold, and the wind didn’t matter anymore. He could forget about it all, forget where he was to be isolated in that moment with Cleo, dissolving into their warm embrace.
The screeching of brakes from down the street was what finally pulled them apart. With her hands still around Jimmy’s waist, Cleo turned in time to see their bus pulling up to the bus stop. She sprang apart from Jimmy.
“Jimmy! The bus!” She laughed. She gestured at the bus where it was stopped and took off running.
Jimmy was still warm and thoroughly distracted from Cleo’s kiss, and it took him a moment to remember where he was and come back to reality. “Oh no!” He laughed, tripping over himself as he made a break for it, waving one arm over his head.
They were breathless, soaked and laughing as they made it in time just before the bus pulled away. They stumbled up the stairs, grabbing onto each other and the nearest handholds. The doors swung back shut, the bus drove off, and they were suddenly out of the rain.
Jimmy was still catching his breath, one of Cleo’s arms wrapped around him as they each reached up to hold hand grips hanging from the ceiling.
“At least we made it,” said Cleo.
“Yeah… I really owe you that cup of tea though!”
As he looked over at them, Jimmy couldn’t help but smile. Cleo looked so perfect, their cheeks red from the cold, curly hair wild from the wind and dripping onto the floor of the bus. They were wet, and frazzled, and gorgeous. Jimmy had never felt luckier.
When Cleo met his eyes, she smiled back.
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