Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

moving in

they're moving into their college dorm, not dating

jeremys pov
i grunted, lifting up another heavy-ass box. it was michaels, what did he have in here, rocks?

"jeez, man, what did you pack in here?" i ask michael, who was lifting two boxes at once. oh shit, he's hot and strong.

"i don't know, i think that's my photobook, with pictures of us in it." michael shrugged, setting the box he was holding on the desk of his side of the room.

"y-you have a ph-photobook of us?" i stutter, screaming internally. how can this boy get any cuter????

"well yea, don't you? we are best friends, aren't we?" he questioned, unpacking the box on his desk filled with books.

"i m-mean, yea i have a photobook of our childhoods but i kinda forgot you had one..." i trail off.

michael shrugged and started putting his books in the built-in shelf in the wall. i go out to michaels car and get more boxes (we drove together).

i can't believe we got so lucky to get into the same college and share a dorm. i grab a few of my own boxes from the trunk and walk back into the dorm complex, pushing the door open with my foot.

"it's you, it's you,
it's all for you,
everything i do,
i tell you all the time
heaven is a place on earth with you—
oh hi jeremy." michael cuts off his own singing with a greeting.

my face burns red from his singing and i stutter out a response, "u-uh, hey, i-i have m-more b-boxes."

"ok? do you need permission?" he chuckles.

"wha— no, i—"

"dude, i'm kidding." michael laughs, turning back to putting sheets on his bunk bed. "hey, i'm taking top bunk by the way."

"fiiiiine." i roll my eyes, pulling out my sheets and putting them on the bottom bunk. we decided to get one bunk bed instead of two separate beds.

"you snooze, you lose, jerebear." he sticks his tongue out.

"oh my god, don't call me that, mikeypoo~" i tease.

he leans over the railing of the top bunk and puts his hand over my face, pushing my away playfully. "gah! stop it!" i laugh, swatting his hand away.

"only if you never call me 'mikeypoo' again." he bargains.

"hmm... nah. it's fun to see your reaction, mikeypoo." i giggle.

"stooooooop." he groans, going back to setting up his bunk.

"never."

michael rolls his eyes, climbing down the bunk bed ladder and hitting the ground softly. he ruffled my hair and went back to his car to get the last of his boxes. i already got all my boxes and started putting up my posters and putting my clothes away in my drawers.

"god, how is he so cute?" i whisper to myself, hanging up my shirts in the small closet.

"jerebeaaaaar."

"oh my god, whaaaaaat?" i respond.

"jeremy, open the, open the door please, jeremy open the door." he sings.

"jeez, you're such a dork." i giggle, opening the door for him because his hands were full of boxes.

"yea, but you love it." he laughs.

"shut up."

"if i shut up will you help me with these heavy boxes?" he questions.

i shrug, "maybe." i grab one of the two boxes michael was carrying, our hands brushing slightly, causing me to blush and snatch the box away quickly.

"you good, man?" michael asks, innocently.

"y-yup!" i smile, although it's not very convincing.

"alright, weirdo..." he trails off.

~after unpacking everything~

"well that's the last of it." michael sighs, happy to be done unpacking.

"yup." i yawned. it was around 8pm but i was somehow tired.

"dude, you're tired?"

"carrying boxes is hard work." i argue, climbing into the top bunk sleepily.

"jere, that's my bunk." michael comments, confused.

i flop onto my stomach, snuggling into his covers, "tough shit." i mumble.

"jeremy, that's my bunk."

"tough. shit." i mumble again.

"jeremy... ugh, fine." he gives up. soon, the lights turn off. then i feel a dip in the bed and fabric around me. i open my eyes a bit to see michael laid his hoodie over me like a blanket and i saw him sitting at the end of the top bunk, leaning against the wall, eyes closed.

he's sleeping against the wall just to keep me comfortable? can't he just sleep on the bottom bunk, or... cuddle with me? please, universe, i'm begging you.

i sit up, taking the hoodie that was on top of me and pulling it over my torso, putting it on correctly. me and michael make eye contact and there's an awkward silence.

"u-umm... thanks for the hoodie, mikeypoo." i stutter.

he laughs breathily and leans against the wall again, "no problem, jerebear."

"you know, you don't have to sleep sitting up. you could come sleep with me...?" i question awkwardly.

no words were exchanged as michael nodded and crawled over next to me, falling on his side behind me. he wrapped his arms around me and stuck his head into the crook of my neck.

he was spooning me.

HE WAS SPOONING ME!

my face was burning and i was trying not to squeak, but it didn't work, i let out a little squeak before i could stop myself.

"jeremy? did you just squeak?" michael asked, hugging my waist tighter.

"yes...?"

"that was adorable." michael comments, kissing my jawline softly.

he's probably just sleep-deprived and not thinking, that's why he kissed me, right...? RIGHT???

"th-thANks." i reply with a voice crack.

real smooth, jeremy.

he started rubbing my arm softly, kissing my cheek softly again.

WHY DOES HE KEEP KISSING ME???? not that i'm complaining, though.

"i love you, jeremy." he mumbled, on the brink of sleep.

michaels pov
i was nowhere near close to sleeping, i mean two seconds ago i was, but i accidentally let it slip that i love jeremy.

moments of silence went by until i heard a small response that made my heart melt.

"i love you too, mike."

i smiled and hugged the boy closer to me, kissing the back of his hair.

cuties (i'm proud of this one :))