Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

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ummm... don't know where this came from either, but jealous protective michael is my life so...

i'm gonna keep posting more often (almost every day) i have a lot of drafts to get through

jeremys pov
i was watching my best friend intently, laughing at his dumb jokes, when someone sat down across from us, "oh, uh, hey... dustin..." michael greets, somewhat bitterly. i was kinda shocked at my friends sudden anger but i brushed it off for now.

"hey michael, hello jeremy~~" dustin winked at me and my face turned to one of confusion.

"what do you want, dustin?" michael questioned, sipping his slushee with a cocked eyebrow.

"just sitting, it's a free country after all." dustin smirks.

i rest my head in my hands and continue to stare at michael, and he doesn't even notice.

"so, jeremy, what do you like to do for fun?" dustin asked, leaning on the table.

"oh! uh... video games, hang out with michael, i mean, i like to draw sometimes. mostly i just hang out with michael." i listed off.

he nods and glares at michael in the process.

~the next hour~

while michael and i were walking to our next period, he started talking about lunch, "dude, dustin was totally trying to flirt with you earlier."

"i know right! weird..." i mumble.

just then dustin passed us, throwing a football up and catching it, winking at me once more. i roll my eyes and continue walking.

~the next day after school~

"michael?" i called out. i couldn't find him anywhere, did he go home already? he was my ride. that is until i heard talking from the auditorium.

"i think jeremy prefers a more athletic guy, y'know, skinny. not a chubby video game obsessed stoner." i heard dustin say.

oh, i'm gonna fucking punch him. michael is not chubby! he's amazing.

"you're literally the school drug dealer! and you call me a stoner?" michael yelled back.

"just because i sell weed doesn't mean i smoke it, dumbass." dustin sneered.

alright this is getting ridiculous, why are they fighting over me like two toddlers?

"you know what? i'm done here." michael huffed and exited the auditorium through another door.

i went around the hall to make it look like i wasn't listening and walked up to michael like nothing happened, "hey mike, i was looking for you everywhere. you ready to go?"

"oh, yea! let's get out of here, heere." he chuckled.

~🏳️‍🌈saturday🏳️‍🌈~ more like saturGAY amirite?

it's raining! ahhhhhhhh!

sorry, i love the rain. when we were little, me and michael would play in the rain all the time. (420 words hehehe)

we both absolutely love rainy weather, i love the feeling of it on my skin and how it smells before and after it rains. how it's cold, but also humid and warm.

me and michael still play in the rain sometimes, although now it's more like sitting on the driveway, talking, singing random songs that come to mind, or just staying silent together.

currently, i'm walking to school to sit on the football field in the rain. it's nicer than it sounds, since there's no one there. michael said he was busy today, so he couldn't make it.

once i got there, there was someone on the field, attempting to practice throwing a football into the field goal. key word: attempting.

he also only had a t-shirt and jeans on, where as i had a raincoat on to stay warm. i slowly approached the boy only to hear grunts of frustration as he threw the football again, missing the goal.

"why won't it go in?!" he cried.

wait... is that "michael?"

michael quickly turned around, his face tear-stained mixed with rain. "i-it won't g-go in." he cried.

"michael? what are you doing out here in a t-shirt, you're gonna get sick." i scolded, taking off my raincoat and forcing it on him.

"b-but you—"

"dude, i'm fine. now tell me why you're out here without a raincoat, throwing a football." i demanded.

i took my blanket out of my backpack and laid it on the ground, as michael flopped onto his back on the soft cloth, sighing.

"dustin was right, i'll never be skinny or athletic or a super-jock guy." he babbled, as more tears escaped his eyes. i sat down next to him and took his hand.

"why would you wanna be like that, micha?" i questioned, softly rubbing my thumb along his knuckles.

"b-because those are the types of guys who get people, the people they want."

"is that really what you think?" i asked in shock.

he nodded shamefully and i smiled at him. i leaned down and kissed his forehead, and i watched him turn red.

"michael, dustin is an asshole, he just wants to get under your skin and make you feel bad about yourself, but you shouldn't. you're amazing and you need to know that. and guess what? i don't even like guys or girls like that. they're cocky and full of themselves and always brag about their abs and muscles. it's not attractive to me, what's attractive to me is a person who, hmm, let's say, is video game obsessed, dorky, lovable, has an amazing smile, is always by my side, can always cheer me up, has dark brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, is gay, and is retro obsessed nerd."

michael sat up and leaned his head on my shoulder and smiled uncontrollably.

"but y'know, that's just my type." i added in, teasingly. i threw my arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer.

"mahal, don't listen to dustin. you don't have to fight over me or show off just for me to love you, because i already do. i love you michael." i whispered over the rain.

"i love you too, jeremy." michael smiled, pulling me into a kiss. i kissed back as my heartbeat picked up. this was actually my first kiss, believe it or not.

we pulled away and i rested my head on his shoulder, hugging michael tight. he tightened his grip on me as well and sighed happily.

"shit, jeremy, you don't have a raincoat." michael panicked but i just chuckled and unzipped the one on michael and fit it around me too, so we were both in it. it was a pretty big raincoat anyway.

"you, dork." michael smiled.

"actually i'm more of a geek." i point out, wrapping myself in the raincoat.

fuck dustin