OC Oneshots

Vertically Challenged

I cannot sleep. So enjoy. This is with OCs so skip if ye want.
P.S. I'm sorry this is so late, this was supposed to go up on thanksgiving, but Hecking school got in the way.
*Warnings
Gay
All that shizz
**P.P.S. THIS ONE HAS NO CUSSING, WHAT!? WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH ROSE!? I just want this one to be sickeningly sweet and innocent as possible, so no. No swears.
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Thomas absolutely loved the fact that his boyfriend was shorter than him. He loved the way Andy would jump up to reach something on a higher shelf, giving Thomas the excuse to be a prince in shining flannel pjs and save the day. He loved how whenever they would talk to any of their friends, he could easily wrap an arm around the smaller boy's shoulders, and continue to converse, yet notice a light blush that would begin to dust Andy's cheeks. He loved how whenever he went in for a kiss, Andy's first instinct was to go on the tips of toes to reach his lips.

Thomas loved the way he could easily sneak up on the unsuspecting boy in the mornings, wrapping his arms around Andy's torso, nuzzling into his neck and inhaling his scent, as the smaller one would melt under his touch humming in appreciation as he continued to butter his toast. He loved how whenever Andy borrowed one of his t-shirts, it would reach mid-way down his thigh, but when on Thomas, it would sit comfortably on his hips.

Thomas absolutely loved Andy's height just the way it was. So, when Andy came home after class one day complaining about how even in college people would tease him about his short stature wishing he was taller, Thomas was heart broken to say the least.

With his face smushed into their shared bed, he rambled on consistently spewing out incoherent and muffled sentences of exasperation.

Laying next to him, Thomas turned his boyfriend's face to his own. Thomas pressed a short kiss to the grumbling boy's lips, quieting his constant complaints.

"If it helps at all, I love your height. It's perfect," Thomas reassured as he pulled away. Looking in his lover's eyes, he saw annoyance and love swimming about the dark brown pools.

"You're supposed to say that," he grumbled, "after all, you're my boyfriend." Rolling his eyes, Thomas pressed a light kiss to Andy's nose, causing him to blush profusely.

"Stoooopp..." Andy rolled over, his back now facing the other. Thomas pulled the smaller boy into him, his arms engulfing his middle as he spooned him.

"I guess I am obliged to say that everything about you is practically perfect in every way, but you of all people know I'm always brutally honest." Thomas' breath hit Andy's ear in the most innocent of ways as he continued to whisper sweet words of comfort, telling him just how perfect he was, telling him not to listen to the rude comments made about his appearance, telling him just how much he loved everything about him, physical physique and personality.

Andy could do was sit and listen, his face red as tomatoes. The grip that Thomas held on him was too to strong. Even if he wanted to leave, which he didn't, he couldn't couldn't. He couldn't do much as adjust his position to hide his face in a pillow, but that was kinda okay. He was with his most important person in the world, and as long as he loved him for the short munchkin he was, that was all that mattered.

That night, Andy decided that being short wasn't all to bad.
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-MRose017