So since I constantly get writer's block on my current stories, I decided to write whatever random plot bunnies hit my imagination. Some of these are inspired by prompts I find on pinterest, just so you know. I'll be uploading each drabble, regardless of length, as it's own chapter. This is to get ideas out and to inspire myself. This is also for any followers of mine that want something from me since my updates are so sporadic. This fandom is so difficult to write for considering some fans are nit picky. But these will focus mainly on Alvon. The other characters will be involved if I want them to be or if necessary. Enjoy please. No flames, I don't want to deal with it and they're irrelevant. Don't like, don't read. I'm rating this whole collection T+ because of the pairing. I'll make a warning for any future submissions as needed. Some may be one shots, some very short. So there's no word count limit. None of these are related unless otherwise mentioned. So unless I say so, they're just stand alone stories. Again, enjoy :)
Simon muffled his groan in his pillow for what felt like the umpteenth time tonight. He reluctantly glanced at the clock on his nightstand and sighed heavily at the neon numbers shining back at him. Turning onto his back, Simon glared at Alvin jumping up and down on his bed, game controller in his hands. The TV was muted, but the brightness of the screen and Alvin's not-so-hushed ramblings made up for the small gesture. Squinting at the light, Simon grudgingly sat up, grabbing his glasses and putting them on.
"Alvin..." Simon called. His only response was more gibberish spewing from Alvin's mouth, directed at the game he was playing. Silently accepting that he'd have to use force to get Alvin to be quiet, Simon slid off his bed and approached Alvin's.
Despite Alvin's consistent jumping on the bed, Simon had no trouble getting onto it and approaching his hyperactive older brother. The challenge was getting a grip on Alvin. No matter what the bespectacled chipmunk did, Alvin managed to either evade his attempts or slide right out of his hands, all without even looking away from the TV.
Gritting his teeth and clenching his hands into fists, Simon huffed before yanking on the cord of Alvin's controller and snatching the item from his brother's hands. Instantly Alvin's movements ceased and he looked down at his empty hands before his wide-eyed gaze turned to Simon.
Simon held the cord to the controller out of Alvin's reach, placing his free hand on his hip. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Aw, don't be like that, Simon! It's not like we have school in the morning," Alvin commented lightly, stepping closer to take his controller back.
Furrowing his eyebrows, Simon angled his body so that the hand holding the controller cord was behind him. "So, what? Because we don't have school, I don't need to sleep?"
Alvin studied Simon, noting the droopy eyes and sagging posture before shrugging. "Well, it's not like the TV is loud. I did mute it." He reached for the controller once more, his chest and stomach brushing Simon's as he did so. "And it's not as if I'm trying to keep you up. I'm just not tired, and there's nothing else to do at this hour." Alvin argued his case animatedly while persistently trying to get his controller back.
Simon pursed his lips as he tried batting away Alvin's relentless hands, rolling his eyes as he went on and on. Seriously, Alvin could go to sleep fully charged. It was two in the morning and there wasn't a trace of fatigue plaguing Alvin. "Alvin...would you stop?!" Still, the older boy continued on, and once he finally grabbed the hand holding his controller hostage, Simon reacted in the only way he could given his hands were preoccupied.
Alvin's ranting was effectively called to a halt when Simon's mouth met his. As close as they were, Simon could clearly hear and feel Alvin's breath catch. Everything was finally quiet, and still. It was a miracle for Simon.
After a few seconds of feeling nothing from Alvin, Simon deemed it safe to pull back, opening his eyes as he did so. Their eyes immediately locked. Alvin's eyes were wide, his pupils dilated.
Simon smiled, thoroughly enjoying this shocked, but the oh-so-wonderfully quiet side of Alvin. "This is perfect. Think you can keep it to this level from now on?"
Alvin's hands shot to his mouth once Simon broke the silence casually. As if he hadn't just kissed his brother. Simon observed the pulse in Alvin's neck was beating rapidly and that had him straighten his back and smile. Taking Alvin's silence for his answer, Simon handed the controller back to him.
Alvin's eyes darted back and forth from the item dangling carelessly between them and Simon's twinkling gray eyes. Still caught off guard, Alvin accepted the controller. Simon nodded, eyes bright and patted Alvin's shoulder before going back to his own bed.