Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

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IM RUNNING OUT OF CHAPTERS GUYS (the limit is 200 chapters 🕳🏃💨) they're already dating whoa

jeremys pov
i was happily seated in michaels lap, leaning against his chest as he carded a hand through my hair. i was focused on my mariokart round (michael was taking a break from playing right now) that i barely noticed him kiss my cheek.

i smiled giddily, trying to bite my smile down, to no avail. i couldn't help it, my boyf riend is so adorable and lovable. i honestly think i have the best boyf riend on the planet, no one can convince me otherwise.

i finished the game and shut the tv off, leaning further into michaels chest. "you're cute." i comment, leaning my head back to look at him.

michael gives me an adorable giggle and hoops my nose, "you're not so bad yourself."

"heyyy." i pout.

"i'm kidding, jere!" he laughs, giving me a quick kiss on the nose. i retreat my head back to a normal position and stuff it into the crook of michaels neck.

"geez, you're clingy." he jokes.

"shhhh, i'm a touch-starved teenager. i need cuddles." i shush him, putting my hand over his face. he pushes it away jokingly and i adjust myself so that i'm facing sideways in his lap. michael starts rubbing my back calmly, occasionally kissing my hair.

all this affection is gonna kill me one day, but for know i'm fine with sitting and enjoying it.

"i love you, micha." i mumble happily.

"i love you too, jerebear." he whispers back.

i sling my arms around his neck and fall deeper into his embrace, if that was even possible. michael had always been like a heater, how is he always so warm?! i'm the polar opposite... literally, i'm always cold, but michael seemed to like it.

"god, you're like a space heater, what the fuck?" i question.

"and you're like the north pole but you don't hear me complaining." michael retorts.

"i'm not complaining, it's nice." i smile.

we continue cuddling in silence, just enjoying how cuddly and caring my best friend is. i couldn't ask for more.

"hey jeremy, did you know that the biggest stingray weighs nearly 800 pounds?" michael commented. i snorted and looked up at him.

"where did that come from?" i snicker.

"i don't know, i have too many random facts up here." michael said, tapping his forehead, "i need to release them."

"ok," i laugh, "it's cute, i should've stopped you from watching that stingray documentary, though."

michael laughs. (420 words)

"yea, but at the time, you didn't care what we watched as long as you get cuddles while watching." michael retorts.

"that's true, you're a great cuddle buddy, mike. i mean, you're like a space heater and your hoodie is so soft to sleep on, you're so cuddly and affectionate, and tall, you're fucking tall."

"thanks, it comes naturally." michael stated confidently.

"oh shut up, let me love you in peace." i mutter, sleepily.

"no, you have to listen to my dumb stingray and space facts." my riend complains.

"fiiiiine, only because i like hearing you talk." i chuckle, truth is, i actually love michael and his dumb fun facts, no matter what i say.

"oh! did you know that neptune has 6 rings but you just can't see them, and that it has 14 moons." michael started rambling, while i listened to his heartbeat and the vibrations of his vocal chords. "only one spacecraft has ever flown to neptune, also saturn is the flattest planet, and it has more moons than any other planet. four spacecrafts have visited the planet. a year on mercury is around 88 days long, and it has no moons. it's the smallest planet in the solar system. mars has the biggest volcano that we know of." he rambled, while i laid my head on his chest.

i smiled at how passionate he was about little things, it was so fucking cute, i'm glad michaels my boyf riend.

"stingrays are actually very closely related to sharks, and they aren't normally aggressive, although their jaws can crush mollusk shells. also, did you know that stingray venom was used as an anesthetic?"

"i did not know that." i mumble, smiling to myself. this may seem weird but it's cute when michael doesn't know how much i enjoy these kinds of moments. him just dorkily blabbering about something and me just listening, in my eyes this is perfect.

suddenly i wince and sit up immediately, "shit, ow ow ow ow." i hissed, holding my head.

michael sat up quickly and bounced into 'protective boyf riend mode', "jeremy? what's wrong?"

"ow ow, fuck, it's my squip again." i explained, pointing to my head. sometimes the squip would restart and just tell me things to ruin my mood, but it had no power over me. it couldn't control me or take over my body, only the voice was there.

"shit, i'll get some mountain dew red." michael muttered, quickly climbing out of bed and heading downstairs to the fridge.

he came back soon with a half empty bottle of MDR and handed it to me. i drank a few sips and sighed thankfully as the voice in my head faded away.

"thanks, mike." i say, handing the bottle back to my friend.

"no problem, jerry." he chuckles, setting the bottle on his nightstand and getting back in bed.

"let's go to sleep, it's getting late." i mumble, snuggling up to his chest once more.

michael smiled at me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in to his embrace. (hey that rhymed)

we both slowly fell asleep like that.

all my one shots end in them sleeping 😫