Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

through the window

michael and jeremy live right next to each other and their windows are aligned so they can see each other, and you can't tell me otherwise

angst at the end but it ends in fluff

jeremys pov
saturday morning, or noon as some people call it since i woke up at 11pm. i looked out my window right next to my bed and saw michael also sitting on his bed, not noticing me.

he was reading some book, looking very focused on it, probably percy jackson. his dog pac was on his lap, happily snuggled with michael.

what i wouldn't give to be that dog right now. i wanna snuggle with michael so badly. (this emoji 🥺 is the perfect representation of jeremy rn)

i sigh and make my way downstairs and ate a frozen waffle raw. (this is directed at people)

my dad was sitting on the couch, watching tv.

"hey private, good morning."

"g'morning, dad." i mumble, sitting on the chair next to the couch and scrolling on my phone.

"how'd you sleep?" my dad asked.

"pretty good, nothing new. except for the fact that i woke up at 3am because cortana was laying on my face." i complain, and just then i heard a meow from the kitchen. "yea, i'm talking about you, missy."

cortana runs into the living room and sits on my lap, completely ignoring the fact that she almost suffocated me last night. i smile and pet her lightly.

my dad chuckled and continued watching tv.

i picked up my cat (she responded with a li'l mew) and carried her upstairs. i giggled at my child's cuteness and set her on my bed, and she laid down.

i got my earbuds and plugged them into my phone, shuffling the playlist michael made for me. (making a playlist for someone is just another way of saying "i'm madly in love with you")

i sat next to my cat on my bed and looked out the window to see the absolute cutest thing in my life.

michael mell, aka my big gay crush, dancing with his huge labeled headphones on around his room, and even though i couldn't hear him, i could tell he was singing along to the music.

i sigh like a lovesick idiot in a cheesy romcom but i couldn't help it, ok?! if you saw your crush doing the dorkiest, cutest thing ever wouldn't you be blushing like a tomato too?

i continue watching—that sounds creepy—looking at michael as he danced around his room, once and a while picking up his corgi and dancing with him too.

did i mention he's using a hairbrush as a microphone? god, i'm so in love with his boy.

~a few hours later~

michaels pov
i was chilling on my bed with my dog, pac, when i decided to randomly open my window.

as soon as i did, i heard soft singing and strumming, instantly recognizing jeremy playing the ukulele. his window was open, and i could hear him pretty clearly.

'put your records on
tell me your favorite song
go ahead, let your hair down'

jeremy kept singing and i couldn't help but blush. (they're literally so oblivious oml)

i kept listening intently as he strummed the last chord calmly. a smile crept onto my face as i saw him petting his cat with a small smile.

ever since the squip, jeremy started to find happiness in the smallest thing, one of those things is his cat.