🌊Siren's Son🌊Oneshots

He Looks Just Like A Dream

"Oh what the hell." You turned over to your side, not wanting to hear Zeke complain.

He was upset because there was an English essay due on Monday. An essay that he had about three weeks on, but hadn't even started until right now. You scolded him when you found out. Then again, you did have to cut him some slack. He was working really hard, both at school and at work.

With that being said, this still wasn't how you had planned on spending your weekend. You were hoping to come home and take a nap, or watch a movie, or something of the sort. But when you said take a nap or watch a movie, you meant together. You wanted to take a nap and cuddle with Zeke, you wanted to watch a movie and cuddle up to Zeke. You wanted attention, but right now it could not be given to you.

You turned around in the bed once more. Now you were facing Zeke once more. One thing not many people knew about Zeke was that he actually owned a pair of real glasses. He hated wearing them though, because of how "similar it makes me look like my father." Which you had to admit was a bit true.

Zeke already looked like Greg on a normal day, let alone with his glasses. But~ you would be lying if you said that he looked pretty hot with them on.

"No.. Fuck.. That's too wordy.." He mumbled.

The soft glow of the lamp on your bed stand gleamed over his features. Illuminating his face, his eyes.. his body. Sure you were a sucker for the way his body looked, but not as much as you were for his.. well this everything else.

You loved his personality, his looks, his face. You loved every single part of him. And he was all yours. You couldn't help but admire the man that was laying before you. even when he was procrastinating, the little frown in his eyebrow, and his scrunched up nose really made him all the more adorable.

In resent times, Zeke's hair had started to grow out a little. It was time for a haircut, but for now, he was letting it grow out, until he can't control it anymore. For now, when he was really focused he would grab a clip he stole from Cam and clip his hair back. And holy shit, did this awaken something within you.

The pencil danced over the notebook paper, as Zeke quickly jotted down all of his ideas, but in a moment of rage and hesitation, he scribbled them out. "No.. Fuck!"

"Do you require assistance?" You asked with big words to emphasize that you could help him in his venture to finish his fucking homework.

"I.. I suppose." One thing about Zeke was that he would never admit that he needed help. Which was probably why school was never his strong suit. You would usually have to butt in before he would stress himself out.. like what he was doing now.

"Alright, so what are you trying to say?"

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"And... Done.. In what.. three hours? Dang.. No wonder you're a tutor. I think I would be lost without you. Thanks, babe." He leaned in and gave you a light kiss on your temple. Finally the attention you had been so hungry for was being given to you.

Still hungry for more, you leaned in further, this time you placed your lips on his own. An action that he accepted and kissed back.

You could feel things about to escalate, but you quickly shut that out.

"I.. Zeke.. Not right now. I just.. Can we cuddle instead?" You asked.

"Oh, yeah. Either way, I'm fine with that whatever you're okay with." He stood up, and started to strip his clothes off, leaving on only his boxers. Afterwards he got comfortable in a position where he was sitting up against the headboard of the bed. He wait patiently for you to come and claim your spot between his legs.

He closed his eyes, and began to hum. With your head rested against his chest, his hums sounded especially loud. The calming sound of his heart beat was also very relaxing. You were just in the right conditions to fall asleep. But the lingering sensation of this being the calm before a storm was what kept you awake.

Words can cut just as deep as any knife. But so can lack of words. Lack of being told that you were loved as a child from either of your parents is an extremely deep cut, being made so young. Its one that would leave a scar for the rest of ones life. The pain of the injury would never truly leave. What changes is how a person grows. They grow and grow until the scar looks small and insignificant.

But it's still there. It will always be there. It will always serve as a reminder to never let another person hurt you again like how you were stabbed by their lack of words.

Rays of light.

Slowly, their rays of light peek through your stone walls, because even walls put together by rocks will have their small openings. And that's where they get you. You realize how much you crave the sunlight. You realize how jealous you are of those who have always had a source of light in their life. So you let it in. Slowly, but surly, the light seeps through the cracks of your rock, forcing you to tear down your rock solid walls.

That is what Zeke's entire life looked like. You were his rays of sunlight. You were in charge of breaking through his rock solid walls. So how would he react when you trusted the exact same person who stabbed him? One of the people in charge of his pain and agony.

Would he prefer the moonlight? Or would he forgive his little ray of sunlight?