house to house {Tommyinit x Reader}

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As the day gently transitioned into the evening, the clock struck 16:30 PM, marking the end of our exhaustive shopping spree. Hunger tugged at our senses, leading us to a cozy eatery where we could unwind over a meal. Tommy and I found ourselves nestled once more side by side, our bond palpable as we shared a moment of respite. With my head nestled against his comforting shoulder, we idly scrolled through the vibrant world of TikTok on my phone.

An hour slipped by in the comforting ambiance of the restaurant before Tommy's father graciously settled the bill, signaling our departure. This time, I found myself seated beside Tommy in the car, our proximity heightening the warmth of our connection. As the radio hummed softly in the background, our heads found solace on each other's shoulders, the music weaving a soothing tapestry of sound.

Upon arriving home, the veil of night had descended, casting a tranquil hush over the familiar surroundings. Tommy and I assisted his parents in arranging the day's acquisitions, on the dining table before ascending the stairs to our bedrooms. Tonight, Tommy was scheduled to stream, playing bed wars. His anticipation palpable, yet I couldn't help but brace myself for the inevitable torrent of frustration that accompanied his gaming endeavors.

Switching on my television, its glow pierced the darkness of my room, casting shadows across the walls. Engaging in the mundane task of sorting through clean laundry, I sought solace in the ambient chatter of a random YouTube video. Moments later, the familiar sound of Tommy's voice echoed through the house as he greeted his online audience, signaling the commencement of his stream. For the next hour, I continued with my chores, the intermittent outbursts from Tommy serving as a constant backdrop to my evening routine.

Continuing with my tasks for another 10 minutes, I meticulously organized the room, dimming the lights to create a cozy atmosphere. Settling onto my bed, laptop in hand.

However, the tranquil ambiance was abruptly shattered by Tommy's impassioned exclamations. His voice carried through the walls, a symphony of frustration that resonated with the intensity of his gaming experience. I chuckled softly, shaking my head at his reactions. Before I could fully comprehend the situation, the muffled sound of approaching footsteps on the staircase heralded the arrival of Tommy's mother.

A gentle knock echoed through the hallway, followed by the creaking of his bedroom door. Tommy's complaints met his mother's intervention, creating a brief but lively exchange. "Get out, Mum," Tommy protested, his voice carrying a mix of annoyance and resignation. The retort, a resigned "Fine, I'll be quiet," marked a temporary truce as the door closed, muffling further exchanges.

The air in the room settled into a newfound calm, punctuated only by the distant sounds of Tommy's gameplay and him talking to his chat. A wry smile played on my lips as I reflected on the routine nature of Tommy's misadventures. A testament to the familiarity of his antics that seemed to unfold like clockwork each day. In the midst of the quiet aftermath, I couldn't help but appreciate the charm in these predictable yet endearing moments.

As the minutes stealthily slipped away, the hands of the clock conspired to usher in the late hours of the night. In the blink of an eye, the digital display read 00:12, signaling the convergence of another day into the quiet embrace of midnight. Sensing the need to disengage from the virtual realm, I delicately closed my laptop, the soft click resonating in the hushed room. The laptop found its place on the desk, a sentinel overseeing the nocturnal ritual that was about to unfold.

With a deliberate sense of purpose, I traversed the room to the beckoning sanctuary of my bed. The gentle rustle of sheets accompanied my descent, and with a thoughtful motion, I plugged my phone into its charging port, ensuring a steady flow of energy for the coming day.

Meanwhile, the nocturnal symphony orchestrated by Tommy's fervent streaming continued unabated. His impassioned exclamations reverberated through the walls, a testament to the intensity of his digital pursuits. The ambient glow of the screen illuminated the room, casting fleeting shadows that danced in rhythm to the ebb and flow of his virtual adventures. The occasional interplay with his chat punctuated the otherwise solitary soundscape, creating a dynamic audio tapestry that enveloped the room.

In a bid to create an oasis of tranquility amidst the digital clamor, I summoned the soothing resonance of rain sounds. The ambient noise served as a gentle lullaby, a whispered promise of rest and serenity. Turning over on the bed, I embraced the comforting darkness, closing my eyes as the atmospheric sounds intertwined with the distant echoes of Tommy's digital escapades.

The room became a sanctuary of contrasts—the vivid, animated world of streaming juxtaposed against the serene symphony of rain, both vying for dominance in the realm of my senses. As consciousness gradually surrendered to the allure of dreams, the duet of virtual and natural melodies provided a harmonious backdrop to the journey into the realm of sleep.

A/n 

It's high time I took responsibility for the lack of updates on this story. I've implemented a new strategy: setting an alarm for 20:00 to carve out dedicated writing time. I'm optimistic that this routine will prove fruitful. Moreover, I've started writing an non-fanfic story that truly encourages me to write more. Surprisingly, it's improved my creative spirit, yielding two additional parts already completed for this story with one set for release this Friday. Balancing school commitments amidst the impending state testing has been challenging, but I've found in my English class, seems to be enhancing my writing skills. Wishing you a wonderful day or night, stay tuned for the next installment.