Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

HAAHHA ANGST

IM SORRY, DID SOEMONE SAY ANGST? NO, TOO FUCKING BAD anyway sorry in advance but this ones pretty heavy haah vent

after the squip

tw: self harm and arguing

jeremys pov
i sat in bed, half-heartedly putting bandaids on some of the bigger cuts i made on my arm a few minutes ago, when michael just randomly bursts in.

my head flings up in shock and i scramble to cover up my arm, too late.

"MICHAEL MAKES AN EN— wait, jere?" michael interrupts himself, staring at my arm.

"for fucks sake michael, at least quit staring!" i snap, realizing i can't lie my way out of this.

"j-jere? i thought you s-stopped." michael mumbled, taking off his hoodie, revealing a legend of zelda t-shirt, and sitting on my bed.

"i don't have to tell you everything." i mutter, randomly in a bad mood, probably because he just walked in on me self harming.

"but jere this is serious, please tell me you'll stop... for me?" he pleaded, taking my hand.

my heart rate picked up from the contact but i pulled my hand away from my best friend. "why?"

"w-what?" he asked, confused.

"why the fuck should i stop for you? what makes you so fucking special?"

"jeremy, i'm your best friend." michael says, increasing the volume of his voice a bit.

"so? that doesn't mean i'll stop just because someone asks me to. michael, i hate myself. everything about me makes me wanna die! and guess what, sherlock, not even you and your dumb optimism can fix that." i yell, suddenly letting all my emotions out at once, "just because you mean a lot to me, doesn't mean you can just tell me to stop! you really think that you're special enough to get me to stop hating myself? news flash, you're not! no one is! nothing and no one can stop my self-hatred, and trust me, i wish someone could but it never. fucking. works!"

i'm breathing heavily by the time i'm done ranting. michael sits across from me, speechless and on the brink of tears. "j-jeremy, i—"

"oh, save it, michael." i cut him off.

"if this is about the squip and everything, he's wrong! you're amazing a-and i wish you could see that..." michael tries, but i'm done listening.

"could you have picked a more basic answer, everyone says that! it's all the same! 'don't cut yourself, people love you!' or 'don't end it, you have so much to live for!' but they never specify. that's how i know they're lying, they always say people love me, well they never say who, they always say i have so much to live for, but they never say what. they just don't wanna feel guilty after i die."

"jeremy, please, you're scaring me."

"i'm scaring you? michael, im scaring myself! i don't know what to do anymore! everything's pointless and we just go to school, work a job, then die."

the boy across from me doesn't say anything, instead he gets up and leaves the room. i break down, realizing i just scared him off.

i lay back down on my bed and cry, no sound coming from my mouth. i look up again to see michael left his hoodie.

"... i shouldn't."

yet i grab it and put it on, it's oddly comforting, even though the person it belongs to hates me now.

i sniff it and sigh sadly, "what the fuck is wrong with me?" i ask myself quietly.

i soon hear footsteps and my door opens again. i don't bother to look up, "yea dad?"

instead i'm met a quiet michael, setting a brand new blue raspberry slushee on my bed stand, along with some tissues and some scar ointment.

he kisses my forehead, platonically i'm guessing, and walks out the door, not before saying, "you can keep the hoodie for now, i think you just need some time alone. call me if you need anything. i love you, and don't forget to sleep." he smiles and walks out the door.

"w-wait, michael?"

he turns around and looks at me.

"uh, i-i'm sorry, like, really sorry for snapping at you. you don't deserve that. could you stay with me?" i say, looking down.

michael approaches my bed and lays down, bringing me down with him, and pulling me to his chest from behind. we're spooning, we're fucking spooning and my hearts going a million miles an hour.

"it's ok, jere. sometimes people just need a hug and some sleep. i know that won't fix everything but still." he mumbled into my shoulder.

i sigh and sip my slushee, which is kinda difficult horizontally but i manage.

after i think michaels asleep, i set my slushee down and press my back against his chest more, "i love you too. i'm really sorry." i whisper, falling asleep as well.

hahahaha angst

anyways don't kill your self, you're too sexy to die