Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

waking up

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jeremys pov
i laughed quietly again as michael muttered in his sleep. we had a sleepover the previous night and now my boyf riend is mumbling nonsense in his sleep and it's so cute.

"jere... cuddles..." michael slurred out as my face lit up, he was dreaming about me, that's honestly so adorable.

i started running my hand through his messy bed head, causing him to wake up. "morning, jerebear." michael said, tiredly.

"mornin', sleepyhead." i giggle, taking in the sight of michael without his glasses on and messy, cute, hair.

"mmmm..." michael grumbled, hugging me to his chest and humming contently. i fell into the warmth of his chest and smiled to myself.

i loved mornings like these, i get to wake up to michaels messy bed head and him holding me like his life depended on it.

he usually has a tight grip on me while he sleeps, like i'm a fucking teddy bear, but i didn't mind at all. "do we have to get up?" michael whined, stuffing his face in my hair.

i giggled and checked the clock on my nightstand, 9:34 am

"i guess we can stay in bed a little longer, lovebug." i suggest, it was a saturday after all.

"yayyyy!" he slurs like a drunk six year old.

i laugh lightly again and run my hand through michaels hair, soothingly, as michael drifted off into sleep again.

i stuffed my head into the crook of his neck and planted a few soft kisses there. i felt michael laugh drowsily, "tickles..."

i smile up at him, "sorry."

"s'okay." michael slurs, he must be really tired. what time did we go to bed last night?

1am maybe?

i can't recall, but it doesn't matter now, all that matters is my boyf riend in front of me. i throw one leg over his waist, which is more comfortable and wrap my arms around his upper torso.

absolutely nothing could ruin this moment.

(hmmmmm)

until michael kicked me in the shin.

"ow! fuck, what was that for, jerk?" i pouted.

"the moment was too perfect, i had to ruin it." michael shrugged.

i scoot away from him and roll onto my other side, "i hate you."

"jeremy, we both know that you can't hate me for more than 30 seconds." michael comments, wrapping his arms around me and spooning me.

my face burns red and i huff in defeat, "only because you're too cute." i complain, flipping myself around to face him. i was met with a kiss on the nose and a giggle.

"stop being adorable."

"hmm... no." my boyf riend smiles at me, basically stunning me so i can't move.

this boy has such an effect on my mood, he always makes it better and i can never find out how he does it, i'm very convinced that it's witchcraft.

"i love you, michael."

michael looks at me with the most genuine look i've ever seen, "i love you too, jeremy."

i'm lonely, can you tell?