one shots ❯ joshler

admiration.

woo another fluffy one shot because i LOVE them and i hope you do too

im so sorry i haven't updated, between this bullshit election and stress and school and my home life, i haven't been able to focus correctly and i've failed two, possibly three tests because of it. this one is short, but to make up for it, ill maybe write another and post later on again if i feel okay.

enjoy

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"I love the way the sunlight beams through the curtains and the bright sunlight shines on you. I love the way your tummy slowly rises up and down as you breathe while you're fast asleep. I love the faint sound of your heart beating while my head is pressed against your chest. I love the small crack of a smile on your lips when you're deep asleep."

"I love the way your face contorts in the middle of a dream, whether it's good or bad. I love the way your body is tangled with mine. In fact, sometimes we don't even have to use the heater because our bodies pressed against each other is warm enough. But most of all, I love the way you wake up. Your eyelashes fluttering showing your beautiful mocha eyes, the way you mumble and half groan and whine because you don't want to wake up just yet. But the way you look at me smiling, whispering a small good morning and an I love you..."

"It's that part of the day where I can't believe you're mine. Where you make me feel nothing else exists, nothing else matters in this whole damn unvierse, but you."

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At times like this, Joshua can hardly believe that this boy was his. The way he sleeps, curled up and tucked underneath his arms for body warmth (because of their sad excuse of a heater failing on them; not that they minded, though). The way he'd mumble deep asleep with such random clusters of words Joshua had found amusing, finding himself softly laughing barely half awake.

The way his lips would quirk into a smile, reassuring Joshua that he wasn't having a bad dream. The way he'd cling on to Joshua like a child and tangle their limbs like vines. The way he'd breathe, as his chest rises up and down, softly snoring as his arms lay on his chest.

Despite sounding utterly creepy, Joshua sat there, admiring his boy as he was fast asleep; this is the reason Joshua wakes up everyday. The early mornings, just minutes after sunrise, the light seeping through the slits of the window, illuminating the opaque curtain, blinding Joshua at the sight of his early blurry vision, is where he finds his reason of waking up so early.

Tyler wakes, arms and legs tucked within each other, his head against his chest. Joshua looks down at him, Tyler mumbling something soft as Joshua stares down at his boy, all soft and vulnerable. The moment he rubs his eyes awake, still in post-phosphene vision, gets Joshua's heart beating so damn fast it could burst out of his fragile rib cage. Tyler's eyes would flutter open, his long hazel eyelashes complimenting his coffee brown eyes, shining ever so brightly as the sun reflects against it.

And quite honestly, Joshua believes that Morgan Freeman should commentate behind Tyler waking up every morning. He thinks he deserves its own televised slot in the nature channels. Because nature is beautiful, and so is Tyler.

"Morning, Beautiful." Joshua would whisper into his ears, as Tyler whines, pulling the covers over their heads, cold on a frosty February morning.

Tyler pulls the covers back down gasping for of air due to their heated bodies glued to each other.

"I love you, did'ya know that?" Tyler whispers as he tilts his head back, to stare at the older boy, still barely awake, but enough to mumble silently against his chest.

"Yes, of course I know, doofus." Is what Joshua replies, placing a chaste kiss against his lips that plasters the biggest smile on his face.

How did I ever get so lucky? Is what Joshua wonders. Because really, this boy, his boy, is the biggest blessing he's every received.

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It's mornings like this Joshua wakes up for. A time he never takes for granted and treasures everyday. At times he'd want to give up, wanting to go in that life long sleep everyone longs for, he realises how fortunate he truly was.

There's someone wanting to wake up next to him every morning, someone wanting to be wrapped up in his arms in such a large bed, but chose to be confined by his large limbs. It makes him feel hopeful and needed and most of all, loved. It makes him want to wake up every morning because this is what he gets. It's mornings like these Joshua would never change for his life, or he'd rather be dead. Nothing can explain, there's nothing to complain.

It's this beautiful boy waking up to him every damn morning, wanting him more and more everyday. The one that still gives him butterflies (Joshua knows he's fucked, but he's way beyond that at this point after five freaking years) and a whole other mix of other inanimate feelings symbolised by animated things because that's the only way to describe it.

But the most important of all, there is a boy who he absolutely loves, and was loved the same way in return. Someone he gets to wake up next to and fall in love with more every day. The reason he wakes up with a big smile on his face, the one that brightens up the expected and unexpected darkest of his days, leaving everyone questioning why he's always so fucking happy.

But it's because of him, he sure is one of the luckiest men in the whole wide world.

hi again srry it's short i promise i'll get another one up later on tonight xx