Playing Sports With Your Nerd Does Not Make A Good Date (Part 1/6)
Level one: Morning routine
The day started simple enough. Michael was the first to wake up. The first waking minutes of the day were spent taking in his surroundings and letting the smile blossom across his face at the realization that he was being cuddled. Even in sleep, the fluffy heap of limbs and poofy hair that was his boyfriend had taken to clinging to his boyfriend. He took in the sensation of the stomach pressed to his back, the chin resting on his shoulder, and the legs tangled with his own. This was real. He could feel it with his every cell and smell the amalgam of scents that made up his boyfriend. It had already been a year and Michael still couldn’t get over the fact that this was real-that he was able to stay in one place with the one person he loved the most who accepted him completely for who he was. Michael was grinning from ear to ear by the time he was fully awake and sure that this fantastic reality he could never have dreamed of was truly his reality.
Once awake, Michael next took to the task of getting out of bed. This was the difficult part of the morning. Each day Michael took on the task of untangling himself from Jeremy without waking him. With the way Jeremy adjusted himself in his sleep to take in as much of his boyfriend’s heat as possible, Michael would always find that he and his boyfriend had become some sort of sleeping pretzel or linked-up puzzle. Luckily, puzzles were Micheal’s specialty. Slowly uncoil a leg there, turn gently here, push a stuffed animal between his shoulder and Jeremy’s head there, and eventually pull and Indiana Jones by filling in the vacancy Michael’s body left with a large pillow or giant stuffed dolphin, and he was free. Jeremy would always complain about the intricate arrangement of pillows and plush toys that he would roll onto when he woke up. Michael would laugh and say that Jeremy should be less of a cute and cuddly sleeper. Jeremy would pout and say that he wasn’t cute, but would return to his sleeping habits the next night with no hesitance. Christine once asked if they ever got tired of the having the same argument. The answer from both Jeremy and Michael was an indignant, “No.”
Michael gave one last warm glance to Jeremy as he replayed the memory in his mind. His boyfriend responded by nuzzling the paopu fruit-shaped bean bag in his sleep. Right. Onto making breakfast.
Michael knew the moment Jeremy was awake by the ping on his phone. He set the frying pan off the flame before checking his phone. Sure enough, Jeremy sent him a text saying, “My boyfriend abandoned me. Hurry upstairs! I need a hug.” Michael popped four slices of bread in the toaster before responding. “How about you come down stairs instead. I hear your boyfriend is waiting with breakfast.” Michael began to set the table while he waited for the response. In his mind, he pictured Jeremy burrowing himself in the sheets and pouting, then swinging himself to sit on the bed for a better texting position. While Michael was placing the plates on the table, he felt his phone buzz with a new text. “I’m lonely! :(“ it read.
Michael snorted. “Then come downstairs so you’re not lonely, you big goof!” He called. At this point, Christine and Rich had already woken up and prepared a bowl of cereal and pop tart respectively.
A groan reverberated throughout the house, signaling Jeremy’s surrender to join the waking world. Christine and Michael both laughed while Rich glanced at his phone and slipped something under Michael’s plate to assist Jeremy in his revenge. Michael decided to ignore it until after everyone was done eating. When he collected the plates and bowls, a slip of fluorescent yellow paper was waiting for him. “I abandoned my boyfriend and all I got was a passive-aggressive sticky note,” was scrawled in red gel pen. It was one of the tamer morning revenges he’d received. The tackle Jeremy attempted moments later made up for it.
((This is?? So cute??? What the heck I’m. I need to sit down and breathe bc this is freaking adorable also I’m sorry it took so long for me to post hnnngh
AND THEY HAVE?? A PAOPU PILLOW?? I’M MCFREAKIN SOBBING M8
FANTASTIC WORK, FRIEND-O…I can’t wait for the next installment!))
Well starlings~ You asked, and I made~ Enjoy my first one-shot in forever!
Lance never thought one stupid
accident would change his life so dramatically, he never thought all it would
take was one little mistake. One fall and he would lose something so important.
Lance still remember everything before it. How loud the cars were in the
street, how quiet the breeze was, how chilly it was. He wasn’t wearing a
jacket. Yet, he couldn’t remember anything during it. The doctor’s said it was
his brain protecting him from trauma. Lance called it his brain stealing even
his last few painful moments of still being able to hear completely.