Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

random au

uhhh idk just take it and run

third persons pov
michael mell always thought fondly of having a boyfriend. he would watch a bunch of cheesy rom-coms as a kid and always wish that he was in that situation with someone else. he also found out he was gay at a young age, around 6th grade. although the universe had other plans: michael had no friends. he always thought he was destined to be a school loner and a hopeless romantic.

jeremy heere, aka one of the most popular juniors in high school, also bi. he never really got to experience a true, sincere relationship, girls and even sometimes guys would always ask him out, and not wanting to hurt their feelings, jeremy always said yes. about a week goes by and then they want to have sex with jeremy, and being the graysexual that he is, politely declines and then they break up with him. (graysexual mean having only mild or even no sexual attraction, also i hc this)

so you can imagine why jeremy is taking a break from dating anyone, in fear of being used for his body and then having to decline when things get to intense. and you can also imagine that the stuck-up's who did date jeremy now hold a grudge against him.

but most of the school still respects him, as they should because he did nothing wrong >:(

all this to say, jeremy had no idea how a real relationship works and michael was a total hopeless romantic.

jeremys pov
the school bell rang, signaling the end of the day. i walked towards the exit, trying not to get bombarded with the other popular kids trying to socialize with him. i walked out the door, still keeping my head down, when i suddenly bumped into someone and landed flat on my ass.

"oh sorry, man!" a voice laughed. i looked up to see a tan boy with dark brown fluffy hair. he stuck out his hand and i hesitantly took it, as he helped me up. when i finally got on my feet, i let go of his hand and awkwardly shuffled my feet.

"you good?" the boy asked, suddenly becoming worried.

"wha-- oh yeah, yeah, i'm, uh, fine." i stutter, becoming nervous for some reason. his eyes were just so... i don't know how to describe it, just... nice? yeah, that's the word: nice.

"michael mell." he says, sticking his hand out once more.

i took his hand and shook it, "jeremy heere."

"nice to meet you." michael smiled, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pockets.

"wait, do you not know who i am?" i ask, confused.

he tilted his head, 'should i?"

"oh, it's just that i'm kinda popular? most people know who i am..." i trail off, realizing i sound like i'm bragging.

"sorry, dude, i don't really pay attention to all that popular people shit." michael shrugs with a carefree attitude. i'm somehow drawn to it.

"oh, th-that's fine, well, i-i gotta go." i say, about to head to my car. "wait! can i get your number, you seem chill and i also noticed that apocalypse of the damned patch on your backpack. i love that game, dude! wanna hang some time?"

"o-oh, sure!" too desperate, jeremy. "here ya go." i say, as i type my number into his phone and hand it back to him.

"thanks, bro." michael smiles and runs off to the parking lot.

i head to my car, my mind suddenly buzzing.

what the fuck? why do i want to spend more time with him? why does my stomach feel all weird and squirmy? what am i feeling?

it's kinda hard to decipher what you're feeling when a bunch of people use you for your body/reputation and you don't know who to trust anymore.

he seemed genuinly nice, but he could just want to hook up with me. but something inside me is telling me to trust him.

~time skip~

the phone droned on as i waited for them to pick up, i needed advice, and they were my only hope.

"hello?"

"christine!" i shouted.

"geez, jeremy, what's got you so excited." she laughed, amused.

"so, there's this guy and i bumped into him the other day and he was really nice and i--"

"jeremy, you're rambling" christine cut me off. 

"right, sorry, i just need advice. i don't know if i like him as a friend or crush and i don't even really know him yet." i summarized. 

"well... i say just spend some time with him first and get to know him better before making a decision." she advises. 

"ok, thanks christine! i gotta go." i thank and hang up before she replies. just then i got a text from an unknown number. 

***-***-****: hey, it's michael! would you wanna hang today?  

the universe was now smiling on jeremy. 

jeremy: yea! where do you wanna go?

michael: my house? here's my address: *insert address*

~time skip~

i awkwardly fiddle with my hands, i shouldn't have come here, he's gonna wanna have sex, oh no. 

"jeremy, are you... ok?" michael says, sitting on his bed next to me. i jumped at the sudden voice and let out a yelp. 

"uh, yea, i just don't know how to do this." i say, gesturing vaguely. 

"do what?" 

"hang out with people casually? most people just wanna have sex with me or something." i shrug. 

"dude, did you really think that i asked you to hang out with me just for that? i just thought you were a cool, video game loving, guy. you're not pressured to do anything you don't want to do." michael says, gently putting a hand on my shoulder. i look up at him to see a soft smile on his face. 

suddenly, i leaned forward and kissed him, squeezing my eyes shut. i instantly pulled away, realizing what a bad idea that was. "o-oh my god, i'm so sorry, michael, that was such a b-bad idea. i d-don't know why i d--"

i was cut off by michael bursting out laughing. i looked up at him with a disappointed look, sighing. "i-i'll just go..."

"no, no, jere, wait. i was just laughing because you really don't know how to hang out with people." he said, giggling. "jeremy, do you like me? like, romantically?"

"i don't know?" i yell, flopping back onto the bed. michael lays back, propping himself up with his elbow. 

"listen jere, how about we be friends and then see what happens." michael gives me a smile. 

how is he so calm about this?

"o-ok, so you don't hate me?" i question. 

he shakes his head, calmly. 

we both sit up and i hug him. michael hugs back and rubs my back a bit. "we'll take it slow, alright? i know we need to build some trust first, given your past relationships." michael explained, gently. 

i nodded. 

"alright dork, let's watch the office." michael suggested.

"let's." i agree. 

he gets out his laptop and sets it on the bed in front of us. i sit next to him and lean back into the pillows, sliding under michaels arm so that it's around me. 

i think this one is a keeper. 

the end bitches, have some fluff after the last chapter