Mashton and happy birthday ???
yes yes greyface this shall be GOOD and not angsty or pine-y just watch me
send me a number + an otp and i’ll write a thing probably
michael super-completely-and-totally regrets falling in love with a morning person, for precisely this reason. it’s too fucking early for this.
“mikey, wake up, it’s your birthday!” the mattress bounces and michael’s eyes fly open as another person lands next to him and partially on top of him. it’s ashton– of course it’s ashton, anyone else would have the dignity to respect michael’s sleeping habits. michael lifts both hands, presses them against ashton’s shoulders, and shoves. there is suddenly that much less weight on him.
“morning,” michael adds. “I didn’t break anything, did i?” on the one hand, ashton not on top of him is nice. on the other hand, ashton in the ER would not be nice. thankfully for them both, ashton just laughs.
“nah, babe, i’m big and strong,” he replies. “although my shoulder feels offended…” he beams at michael.
“i’ll kiss it better,” michael says.
“really?”
“no. but i’ll kiss your face.”
“i’ll settle for that,” ashton says. “birthday kiss, babe?”
michael will settle for that.
