one shots ❯ joshler

waffles.

holy nuts.

i have been gone for at least a week.

and i apologize so much.

i just didn't feel like writing and i've had no inspiration and i've been trying to get my school life in check.

within the week i've been gone, we hit eleven thousand reads.

yes, we. you, me, and every other eleven thousand of you.

that's insane.

like if you put it in perspective, that's a lot of people.

it's a small number, but honestly, it's a huge accomplishment. the number of reads grows so fast, it actually amazes me.

anyways, thank you, and congratulations on hitting 11k. yes i am congratulating you. take it. :-)

here's a morning fic for you.

it's like two thousand words.

also, thank you so, so, so, so much to everyone who votes on and comments little things on each chapter. it absolutely warms my heart.

anyways, without further ado,

enjoy.

ps: uneditedddddd

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Tyler blinked his eyes awake, slowly untangling his legs from where they were wrapped around his husband. It was so nice to be able to sleep in these days, not having to rush off to rehearsal or to catch a plane to somewhere in the world.

He pulled his face around from the sea of curls it was buried in, frowning as a few stuck to the dried drool on his mouth. Silently cursing, he moved them away and plopped flat on his back. As much as he loved Joshua's curls, it was a little disgusting waking up to a mouth full of them.

He stretched his toes out and sighed, letting the sleep leave his body. Listening to Joshua's soft snores, Tyler figured he should let the man sleep a little longer. He chose to busy himself on his phone, messing around with emails and games and what not.

A little over twenty minutes has passed and Tyler sighed again, maybe intentionally a little louder this time. He hated being compared to a child, but he couldn't help that his attention span was short. It's not like he needed to be constantly entertained, but he wanted attention, namely Joshua's attention...right now. Not that he would ever admit that out loud, though.

Growing more and more impatient, Tyler checked the time on his phone and decided that Joshua had slept long enough. It was nearly eleven ante meridiem, and they had had an early night. Besides, Tyler figured that if they were up before noon, he could convince Joshua to make apple waffles for brunch.

It was a perfect plan; they could sneak in the apples to create the illusion they were being healthy and then turn a blind eye while the other covers their waffle in sugar and whipped cream.