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sleep-deprived

have some cute sleep-deprived jeremy

michaels pov
i laughed for the thousandth time as a sleep-deprived jeremy stumbled around my room, apparently looking for the path to narnia, as he said.

"damnit, why can't i find it!" he complained, opening my closet, only to find no passage way.

"jeremy, my buddy, i don't think there's a passage to narnia in my closet." i giggle, sitting on my bed.

"fiiiiiiiine." jeremy groaned, walking over to me and basically falling on top of me. i caught him in my arms and pulled him up to a sitting position in my lap.

"this is gay." i commented.

"you're gay." the boy in my lap retorted.

"touché, jer."

"mikeyyyyy, i'm tiredddddd." he whined, stuffing his face in my neck.

"then go to sleep, jerebear."

the sleep-drunk teen started giggling uncontrollably. "what's so funny?"

"i like it when you call me that." he smiles, which makes my heart melt.

"jerebear?" i question, and he nods.

jeremy then proceeds to wrap his arms around my neck and snuggle into my chest further.

"geez, jeremy, you need to go to bed." i suggest.

he shakes his head and replies, "no, i wanna enjoy this moment. you're like a pillow."

i blushed furiously and shrugged it off as tired flirting, jeremy didn't know what he was saying.

"th-thanks?"

"mmmyou're welcome." he slurred, falling into my embrace comfortably.

i leaned back so that i was laying on my back with jeremy on top of me. i saw a small smile appear on his face and he hummed contently.

"warm." jeremy says happily.

"and you're cold." i retort playfully.

"sorry."

"it's ok, jerebear. i don't mind." i reply, rubbing my hand up and down his back. i kinda... absolutely love it when jeremy is tired, he gets all loopy and adorable and sometimes even cuddles me, like right now. it feels like we're dating, but of course, we're not.

"mikeyyyyyy, you're so cute." jeremy giggled.

"n-no, i'm not." i stutter nervously.

"yes, you are, michael." jeremy argued, becoming ridiculously serious.

"alright, heere, fine. i'm cute." i comply, blushing as he smiles proudly. "good, now you see yourself the way i see you." the pale boy muttered, snuggling his head back into my chest.

"you're killing me, heere." i whisper.

"shit, should i get up? i don't wanna kill you." he started panicking, but i pulled him back down onto my chest.

"i didn't mean literally, mahal. don't worry."

"oh... what's that funny word?"

"mahal?" i questioned and he nodded, "oh, it means... 'friend.'" i explained.

jeremy nodded in understanding and slowly started to drift off. as to not disturb jeremy, i pulled the blanket up with my foot and tucked it around both our shoulders. jeremy reacted with a small hum and a sleepy smile on his lips.

"you're gonna kill me with that smile one day, mahal." i mutter, slowly falling asleep, holding my favorite person.

"i love you, michael." jeremy mumbled just as i drifted off.

~the next day~

jeremys pov
i opened my eyes slowly to realize that i was being held by someone. i tilt my head up to see michaels beautiful, amazing, sleeping face close to mine.

get a grip jeremy, your gay is showing.

i cuddled up to michael and stuffed my head into the crook of his neck, maybe leaving a small kiss there, maybe not.

michael started to wake up and hugged me tighter, like a teddy bear. "good morning, sleepy head." the tan boy mumbled in a tired morning voice, it was hot.

"good morning." i reply happily. "what happened last night?"

"you got really sleep-drunk and fell on top of me, then called me cute and fell asleep." michael explained, giggling.

my face flushed red and i groaned, embarrassed.

"yea, it was pretty fucking funny." michael commented.

"i mean, at least i wasn't lying." i flirted badly, getting off of michael and sitting beside him. michael sat up and looked at me, confused.

"what do you mean, heere?"

now or never. "when i told you that you were cute. that obviously wasn't a lie."

"wh-wha— i, er..." michael stuttered, blushing.

i lean in and quickly peck his lips. when i pull back, i scan michaels face for a reaction. his face looked shocked and... in love?

"well, shit, jeremy don't be so shy." he smirks and pulls me into a longer kiss. i kiss back immediately and cup his face with one hand, the other hand going around his neck.

we pull away for stupid oxygen and we're both giggling messes. "i love you, jere."

"i love you too, mike." i mumble, closing my eyes and resting my forehead against his.

does anyone else get aggressive when they're tired, i want to fight an army