#mike starter

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plot; give mike some tlc, hes having a bout of depression, as a side affect of his medication. open for males, pref who bottom, but again someone a little older, so they arent confused about mikes issues, but all mature and loving?

"I dont know.” Michael grumbled when his lover inquired about wanting to go out. It was Mike’s day off, and usually he had already filled their day with plans. He was having, what he himself dubbed, a ‘down day’. He had asked his doctor about these feelings, and she assured him it was a side affect of his medication. He just wanted to sit at home and eat frozen yogurt. He didnt want to get dressed properly and go out. He didnt even want to be loved by his partner, all he wanted was to wallow in himself. “Is there any chance you can take Roxy on her walk?”

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“You do know that’s a terrible idea, right?”

[mxgicum]

open for males. 

"We look hot as fuck.” Michael commented. He turned to grin at his fiance. “Goddamn, brunch is so not prepared for us.” They were going to brunch with their parents, to talk about wedding plans.

[mxgicum]

plot; from this thread here. open for males, pref vers? gimme they have been dating for about almost a year now, first meeting of the parents, maybe yall have talked a little bit about moving in together, but havent really been dating long enough to do it, despite staying at one anothers appt pretty much every night?

Mike looked the other up and down, having absolutely no qualms about checking his boyfriend out. "Either you really dressed up, or my sleep-deprivation has made me forget how hot you are." Mike commented, now stepping aside to let his lover into the house. "I just gotta find my jacket, and my keys, then we can go. I already fed Roxi." Mike's apartment looked like he had just moved in, despite having been living there for almost two years. Mike had moved into the apartment right after graduating, and the only real mess in the house was the kitten's toys. He didnt furnish with coffee table books, or couch pillows. He had only just recently bought a blanket for his bed, as the other was staying over more often.

"My dad thought it was warm enough to drag out the grill, so he's making chicken, and she's doing a pasta salad, and its going to be delicious. I am very excited." Mike admitted, finding his jacket, but still searching for his keys. "Fuck, do you see my keys?"

[mxgicum]

open for males, pref vers/tops

plot; his supervisor/teacher/instructor killed himself, and michael is having a tough time dealing with it.  he doesnt do well with death, because of his own medical issues he fears his own end is sooner than later.

Mike was home from work early. Even before his lover. He was sitting in their little apartment, a mug in front of him that was once hot coffee, now colder than ice. He looked up when he heard the door open, then looked back down at the mug. “Sorry.” He apologized, something he did not often do. “I got sent home early. My uhm...” Mike’s breath caught in his throat. He was usually a smooth talker, always happy to hear his own voice. “Sorry.” He just repeated, deciding not to continue with his previous thought. 

[mxgicum]

plot; either online date, or they met out and decided to start seeing each other. they probs havent had sex, just coffee, lunch, a dinner and this is their fourth date. mike is trying to be a respectable adult, go on real dates. hes growing up! someone who is a male, and a bottom pref please jump on this respectable wolf!

"Sorry I’m late.” Michael apologized as he sat down at the table. It was a nice restaurant, he feared his date had been embarrassed waiting almost 45 minutes for him. “I really am.” This was only their fourth date, and Michael had always been on time. He felt terrible, he really did. But damn, if he didnt look good to make up to it. “I ended up having to go to the E.R. for my last few hours, and left late, then had to wash off vomit. I just dont trust the showers at the hospital.” He explained, looking at the menu. The waitress was a quick one, and Michael ordered his drink when she popped up, asking for a few more minutes with the rest of the menu. “If it makes you feel better, it was not an enjoyable drive home. I’m going to have to get my car detailed.”

[mxgicum]

plot; michael has a heart condition and is on a few medications to help it. one side effect is anxiety. as he gets older, and is taking on more responsibilities, its causing stress in his life and with the anxiety he lashed out. of course, he insanely regrets lashing out at his fiance. open for males who bottom.

“I am sorry, about last night.” Michael had an anxiety attack, and lashed out at his lover. One of his brothers from his frat he used to be in contacted him. It reminded Mike of all he had overcome, how much he had changed, and it caused a bit of anxiety. He didnt realize how bad it was until he woke up this morning. “My doctor said that the anxiety can be caused by my beta blockers, she said I can be put on something to help. I am sorry about last night, really. I would like to make it up to you, if you’d let me.”