Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

sometimes you just need a michael in your life

angsty fluff

third persons pov

micha: jeremy?
micha: jeremy, did i do something wrong? pls i wanna know
micha: why aren't you responding?
micha: jere you're scaring me

michael kept trying to reach jeremy all throughout the day but he didn't even get a 'seen'.

he was starting to worry about his best friend. jeremy usually responded within five minutes. maybe he's just taking a nap, it is saturday after all.

but jeremy would usually tell him when he's taking a nap, because he knows michael worries if jeremy doesn't respond. another thing michael loved about jeremy, he always made sure the tan one was okay.

"should i just go to his house?" michael muttered to himself.

micha: jeremy, i'm coming over

michael sent the last text just in case, so he technically wasn't coming in unannounced.

he walked all the way to jeremys house, which was only one block, and knocked on the door. mr. heere answered it and smiled at the boy.

"hey, michael. i'm guessing you're here for jeremy, he's been in his room all day. can you find out what's wrong with him?" mr. heere explained.

michael nodded and took off his shoes, walking up the stairs. knock knock knock knock.

after a long 5 seconds, michael heard jeremys tired voice, "what is it, dad?"

"it's michael, actually." he answers.

"m-micha?"

"yea, can i come in?"

"s-sure."

michael opens the door to see jeremy sprawled, starfish style, on his carpeted floor, his phone thrown on his bed.

"jere, you look like ass." michael giggles a bit.

"thanks." jeremy responds with a deadpan expression. michael immediately knew something was wrong, usually jeremy would run up and hug the other, since after the squip the two were especially clingy and fond of each other, in more ways than one.

"what's wrong, 'miah?" the filipino asked, sitting next to where jeremys head lay. jeremy turns his head slightly and looks up at michael, "i feel like shit."

"physically or mentally?" michael asks, stroking the shorter ones hair.

"mentally." jeremy grumbled.

"that explains why you're laying on the floor." he snickers, starting to get a reaction out of the boy laying down. "how can i help, kasintahan."

"what does that mean?" jeremy questioned, closing his eyes and enjoying michaels hair playing.

"kasintahan? oh, it means... friend." (pfft, no it doesn't)

jeremy nods, "well, could you maybe... nevermind, it's stupid."

"jeremy, we do stupid shit all the time." michael giggles, making jeremy feel a bit better.

"i guess... i don't really know what i want right now." jeremy sighs.

the other boy smiles and moves the hair out of jeremys face, "that's fine, take your time, jerebear." michael retreats his hands from jeremys hair and waits patiently for a response.

"could you... could you keep doing... that." jeremy mumbled, embarrassed.

"what?" the tan one questions.

"keep... uh, playing with my hair." the freckled one responds.

michael blushed a bit and returned his hands to the other ones hair, combing his fingers through it gently, immediately making him feel a tiny bit better.

"th-thanks." jeremy mumbled.

"no problem, jerry."

jeremy gave a small smile to the boy above him and realized he should've called michael earlier if he knew the boy in the sweatshirt was the cure for his sadness.

"hey michael... nevermind... i don't wanna bother you." jeremy dismisses.

"jere, i'm trying to make you feel better. what do you need, mahal ko." michael smiled.

"well... could you just... i don't know... hug me?" he asked.

"sure." michael chuckles.

michael scoops jeremy up, to the best of his abilities, and drags the pale boy into his lap, facing away from him. jeremy leans back into michaels chest and sighs deeply.

"better?" michael asked.

"yea." jeremy smiles, leaning his head up to look at michael, upside down. said boy gives him a big smile and jeremys heart just about melts.

jeremy was completely head over heels for this boy.

michael wraps his arms around jeremys waist and hugged him tightly, making sure jeremy knew he was loved, even if it was platonic. (but it isn't 🤠)

"this is gonna sound weird but... can i just take a nap right now?" jeremy questioned.

michael giggled, "absolutely. i'll be heere when you wake up."

so jeremy fell asleep slowly in michaels lap, while michael scooted to the nearest wall to lean back on. the tan boy continued to run his fingers through the sleeping ones hair and smile.

"cute." michael mumbled to himself, pressing a quick kiss to jeremys temple and hoping he didn't feel that in his sleep. jeremy shifted his head and stuffed it into michaels neck, smiling to himself.

michaels face resembled the color of his hoodie by now and he smiled like a lovestruck idiot.

he heard a knock at the door and saw it opening, "hey boys, need anyth—" he stopped mid-sentence, seeing jeremy asleep in michaels lap.

"uh... hey, mr. heere." michael replied sheepishly.

mr. heere smiled, "i see jeremys sleeping. i'll check on you boys later."

michael nodded and mr. heere closed the door, going back downstairs.

needless to say, jeremy felt a lot better than he did before. he just needed michael mell.

they're both simps