#maremy

He’d seen how happy platonic soulmates could be. Michael and Gavin were platonic soulmates. Michael had come to work his first day with a polo that wasn’t his, that he hadn’t put on himself, and Gavin had been the poor shirtless Brit who had Michael’s socks. They’d tried dating at first, but it’d become obvious pretty quickly that they weren’t quite meant for that sort of thing. Gavin loves to retell the tale when drunk, and brags about how sometimes they’ll still wake up with each other’s necklaces around their necks because the world knew they were “bois”.

Still, Jeremy was hoping for something more along the lines of what Jack and Geoff had. Though maybe something that developed a bit quicker. When Jack met Geoff, he had the man’s jacket over his arm and assumed he’d just picked it up by accident. Then Geoff had given Jack his shoes at the office, and they’d both assumed he’d just left them there. Really, with how many times they had the other’s clothing Jeremy thought one of them would have noticed that it wasn’t just coincidence. It wasn’t until Jack came back from lunch with Geoff’s ring stuck on his pinky finger and his hat on Geoff’s head that they finally got it. Since then, they always seemed to find each other’s eyes and share secretive smiles. Ones full of joy, love, and a joke that the rest were clearly missing. They were happy, and sometimes Jeremy would catch Geoff laughing when Jack’s jacket settled around him while Jack would be struggling with Geoff’s ring on his finger for the millionth time.

Romantic or platonic, he didn’t care. He just wanted the chance to be happy like everyone else. Jeremy thought he deserved at least that much. So each morning after he got dressed, he’d stop and look in the mirror for at least ten minutes. Maybe if he waited long enough, their clothing would appear. Maybe it’d finally be the day that he met someone. Maybe if he kept checking, he’d stop feeling like he wasn’t going to ever meet them. In the end, it didn’t really matter whether or not he looked in the mirror that morning.

The hoodie appeared just before he entered the grocery store. All he was grabbing was some milk, and he wouldn’t have even noticed the new apparel if it hadn’t drooped down over his eyes. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. It was going to happen. He was going to meet his soulmate. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his arm and pushed the hood down off his head. Jeremy didn’t have any idea what he was supposed to do now. Or how to know what they’d be like. He stood there, staring at the automatically opening doors, until someone leaving scared him into moving.

Would they call to him? Would they be wearing something of his? What of his was missing? Should he still get what he needed and leave? What if he missed them? What if they saw him, didn’t want a soulmate, and left? God, he was only making this so much worse. Frowning, he looked down at himself. He needed somewhere to start, after all, and it only made sense to figure out what to look for first.

His cross was gone.

The cold metal of his necklace would normally be tapping against his chest under his shirt when he walked, but it wasn’t there. Somehow, that was worse than anything else missing because it was the only thing he wore on a daily basis. It’s absence left him feeling uneasy and hoping that whomever his soulmate was they didn’t mind religious symbols. He forced himself to start walking again, trying not to stare at everyone he passed. If they didn’t have his cross he’d just look like some creeper. Jeremy found himself just standing in front of the dairy, eyes darting to other customer’s necks and had to try to convince himself into action. He grabbed a half gallon and started to make his way back to the front of the store, stopped only by a glimpse of gold. On impulse, he followed it.

“So that’s where my jacket went. I hope you’re not allergic to cats.”  The man wearing his cross said. He was taller than Jeremy, on the thinner side, with rectangular glasses and scruff. Not anything he’d never pictured as a soulmate, but somehow better.

“You’re wearing my cross.” Was Jeremy’s smart response. Already he felt himself regretting ever wanting a soulmate.

“Yes, I am. Wanna trade back? As cute as you look drowning in my jacket, it’s fucking cold.”

“You ever try wearing two thick hoodies inside? I’m hot as hell.”

“Is that what you tell the mirror every morning.”

“Absolutely. Right after I ask it who’s the fairest of them all.”

“Well, Your Majesty, my name’s Matt.”

“Jeremy.”

send me a ship and I’ll tell you who:

makes the bed in the mornings

hardly either of them make the bed. the two of them are always curled up together until the alarm clock goes off or maybe sometimes pushing past that alarm clock time for various reasons -cough- and then up and adam and getting grayson out of bed and ready for his day. though on the days when they might have visitors over, elena makes it 

has sole possession of the T.V. remote

when it’s not their son, it’s tyler. it’s clear where the t.v watching, couch sitting ritual comes from, because the pair of them sit exactly like one another. like father, like son. they certainly didn’t get it from her. 

stays up until 2am reading

elena. though she’s more often than not writing in her diary than reading. 

is the bigger cuddler

tyler is the bigger cuddler. maybe it’s because he’s trying to assure her that he’s not going to go anywhere again.

does the laundry

elena and kitchens have never worked harmoniously together. so she leaves the cooking to tyler and elena happily does the laundry. it works out well since she doesn’t have to worry about burning down the house. 

mows the lawn

they have a gardener for that. 

is better at budgeting

you see even in his rebellious teenage years and his rocky relationship with his father, tyler did learn a thing or two about budgeting. after all it can’t be entirely avoided when you both your parents were mayors. so when it comes to handling their expenses, tyler is better at it than elena is. 

instigates the sex (and who’s into the kinkier stuff)