Alternative title: how to deal with robbers.
Four am. . .for most people that would be the perfect time to sleep and rest their poor body after a long day of work or study, whenever they are an adult or child. Sure, some teenagers usually stay up for much longer than that hour, sometimes even pulling all-nighters but that's not your case at all. Being in your twenties with a freshly new bought small apartment and your low paying job (in this economy beggars can't be choosers) is already tiring enough. So certainly you don't want to stay awake more than necessary.
So why the heck can't you sleep?
The heat. . .the motherfucking heat of the motherfucking summer.
You hate it so damn much.
It makes you feel always all sweaty and hot and sticky and ew. No matter what light shirt you put on, time two minutes and it's gonna be all drenched. At this point you are seriously opting to just go out without any shirt at all but you don't want to be arrested for exposure of indecent material, or whatever it is, to minors so you were stuck with light oversized t-shirts and shorts .
And if that wasn't enough the night was even HOTTER. You have no clue how or why that was possible but it probably is because you lock your whole apartment and the is no air circulation so it's just gonna seem way to hot. You can't also open any windows because the alarm it's not gonna work otherwise. And you don't want thieves in your tiny apartment.
The only way would be to activate the air conditioner but guess what! That bastard broke just too weeks into summer! And you have been dying each night since then. You know you should pay someone to check and repair it but since you just recently bought this apartment money were quite low on your part. Nor everyone can be rich with parents who leaves them entire mansions when only one person it's gonna living in it.
That would be way too convenient.
So with another sigh you turned in your bed, unfortunately your body was so sweaty that by this point you must have filled an entire pool. Feeling that is gonna be another restless night you sat up, eyes traveling around your room until they landed on your floor. It honestly looked to be colder that your bed, maybe if you lay on it you can get an hour of sleep?
But when was the last time you vacuum cleaned? Uhhhh yea no.
Maybe you should go and take a shower? That sound better, plus at this point you are not gonna fall asleep anytime soon, better to at least feel clean.
You crawled out of your bed, slowly standing up and cringing at the fabric sticking into your back, this damn eat. . .flapping your hand over your face in hopes to cool it down you made your way toward the bathroom to turn on the water. Gelid of course. As you turned the handle of the shower your ears perked up when a sudden 'thud!' reached them.
Immediately you froze in your place, processing what you just heard. Did you imagined it? You were extremely tired so it could be. . .it sounded like it came from your living room. Maybe something fell from there? But what it could have possibly been? You practically don't own anything yet, hell, some boxes from the move are still sealed because you are too lazy to put everything away.
By the way you should totally get a free weekend to do that.
Returning to the situation at hand. . .you tried to rationalize what could have ben the cause of the sound you heard. You still had you gaze pinned on the door of the bathroom, straining your ears to hear more. However, with the water of the shower still running it was a bit complicated to capture any other sounds. Still you were a bit paranoic. Who could blame you?
It was your first time living all alone and you were not trained to deal with potentially robbers. Plus you left your phone in your room.
You slowly crept toward the cabinets near your shower, grasping in your hand your hairdryer. A bit drastic? Maybe. But, best case scenario and you just imagine it, you are gonna have a big laugh the following morning. With the heavy object in your hand you tip toed near the door and grabbed the handle. You let your hand staying there for a couple of second, composing yourself to be ready to deal with whatever was in your living room.
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Me, my-elf, and I (Canaries x reader)
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