Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

stupid bullies

requested by Theatrenerd456

jakes pov (gasp this is new)
i was about to leave the school with rich when my phone buzzed. "hold on rich." i say, getting out the device.

headphones kid🎮: jake help buloies

"buloies?" i murmur under my breath, then it hit me. "rich come on, we gotta find michael and jeremy." i say quickly and grab my boyfriends hand.

"jakie, what—?"

i keep running and soon find jeremy and michael covered in bruises with kurt and ram standing over them.

"hey!" rich screamed, running towards them. i get over there and start to back them off of my friends.

"jackasses, go away." i exclaim.

"oh, how cute, jake and his boyfriend are here to save the day." kurt teases, before punching me square in the jaw.

a few more punches were thrown between me, rich, kurt and ram. they ran away finally and i turned to see michael holding jeremy, bridal-style. i roll my eyes at their obliviousness.

jeremy was holding onto headphones kid for dear life, on the verge of tears and the boy holding him just had a sad, distant expression, basically just spacing out.

"excuse me boys! what is this?!" a teacher yelled. shit.

"u-umm well you see, ma'am—" i got cut off.

"no need, mr. dillinger, this was obviously a fight. i thought you four were friends." she says disapprovingly. "detention, all of you."

we all sigh, knowing we couldn't get out of this. michael carries jeremy to detention, rich and me walking behind them.

jeremys pov
so heere we are, me and my friends in detention for a reason that isn't the actual story. michael let me down from his arms and i sat down next to him at a two-person table. jake and rich sat at the table next to us.

"ma'am, could we at leathst get ithce packths ?" rich asked. (ice packs)

"i suppose, stay here and i'll get you some." the teacher announced and she walked out. i sigh and lay my head down on my crossed arms atop the table.

"tired?" michael asked. (LOVE THY NEIGHBOR, sorry that song just came on)

"yea, getting beat up really tires you out." i grumble.

"no need to be grumpy, jerebear." michael giggles, and i lift my head to smile at him. i'm glad he can tell when i'm joking or not, we just know each other so well.

"take a picture, it'll last longer." jake whispered, from behind me. i shake myself out of my lovesick trance, to turn around and glare at jake. i flip him off and he laughs at me.

i drop my hand as soon as i hear the teacher come in. i'm not getting in more trouble for flipping jake off.

"alright boys, there you are." the teacher said and gave us each one ice pack. i pick it up and hold it against my cheek.

michael takes off his hoodie and pulls up his t-shirt sleeve a bit and ices it on his upper arm/shoulder.

fuck, my gay is showing. i haven't seen michael without his hoodie in a while.

his arms are a bit muscular, yet he still manages to be a little chubby and cuddly like a teddy bear. damn it michael, how are you so perfect?

funny story, the way i found out i'm in love with michael was that whenever i thought about him, i could not, for the life of me, find anything wrong with him. even his imperfections are perfect. god, i'm gonna faint just thinking about it.

~half an hour later~

when the teacher left the room for a while, we got up from our seats and just did whatever. rich pulled me away from the others and whispered, "i triple dog dare you to confethss to antithsocial headphoneths kid."

"first of all, why do you still call him that, second of all, 'triple dog dare'? are we in middle school? third of all, nope." i finish listing. rich rolls his eyes and walks over to the others, leaving me in the corner.

i started to think, what if i did confess? what would happen? would he say yes or no to being my boyf riend?

fuck it.

michaels pov
"i'm just saying man, you gotta confess!" jake whisper-yelled.

"are you that stupid?" i ask, "he will obviously say no."

"i would slap you, if we weren't in detention." jake deadpanned as rich came over. i saw jeremy standing in the corner, lost in thought, and went over to him.

why is he so fucking cute, you might think he's just bony but he's actually really comfortable to hug. and his personality, a geek and video-game loving, caring and so fucking amazing! ugh, i want nothing more than to cuddle him and hold him and call him mine every day.

"hey mike?" i hum in response. "have you ever been in love?"

"yea, for a long time actually." i awkwardly chuckle.

"who are you in love with?" he questions softly, slowing and subtly intertwining our hands, stepping closer. i back up a bit, hitting the wall.

"umm... you really want that answer?" i ask, as he leans in. jeremy nods nervously, contemplating his actions internally.

"you." i mumble against his lips, which were really fucking close to mine.

"then this is ok?" he asked. i nod vigorously and he connects our lips gently. i got pressed against the wall once more and wrapped my arms around his waist, letting go of his hands sadly.

jeremy wraps his arms around my neck, while i smile into the kiss as my face heats up immensely. it was a gentle and slow kiss, it was perfect.

i'm actually doing it! i'm kissing the jeremy heere! my mind is just a flustered keyboard smash at this point.

we pull away, both to our undelight, and smiled at each other. right then, the teacher walked in and told us to sit back down. i sat next to jeremy again and looked at him, nervously smiling.

jeremy smiled that adorable smile of his and intertwined our hands under the table, rubbing his thumb against my knuckles softly. i blush until my entire face is the color of my hoodie.

i know the gesture was small but imagine it coming from the boy you're in love with! askfjajfjaj, sorry that's just how i feel right now.

he lets go of my hand to do homework and i write him a little note while he's busy.

'be my boyf riend? ;)

◻️ yes             ◻️ no'

i hand it to him and he giggles, reading over it. i look away as he checks a box then hands it back to me.

'be my boyf riend? ;)

☑️ yes             ◻️ no'

a smile creeps on my face and when the teacher wasn't looking, i swiftly kissed his cheek. his cheeks turn pink and he bites his lip, trying to suppress a smile.

i guess detention does pay off.