Boyf Reinds ONESHOTS

Bigger house

JEREMY LIKES CATS. AND MICHAEL DOESNT REALLY LIKE IT. BUT HE USES IT AS AN EXCUSE AND BOOM HERES SOME FLUFF. BUT BEFORE THAT- LETS PRAY FOR MICHAEL. ALSO THEY'RE LIVING TOGETHER IN THIS IN AN APARTMENT AND THEYRE LIKE 28-29.

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Jeremy was cuddled on the couch with his favorite fluffy blanket Michael had gotten him. Smokey, his oldest cat, was curled up on his lap. His newest kitten, Mars, was snuggled under the fluffy blanket next to his side.

"Babe! Can you please come get Kipper out of the drawer! He's hissing at me again!" Michael yelled from their bedroom.

Jeremy sighed and put his phone down and gently moved Smokey and Mars off him. He made his way into the bedroom and let out a little snort at the sight in front of him.

Michael was holding a stack of clean clothes- and a broom as a weapon- and glaring at Kipper. The black and white cat was returning the glare and lashing his tail back and forth.

Jeremy walked over and picked Kipper up gently. The cat climbed onto Jeremy's shoulders like he normally does and purred loudly.

"There you go, babe." Jeremy smiled at Michael and set Kipper down.

"You have too many cats, Jer-bear."

"No I don't!" Jeremy huffed, sitting cris-cross on the floor and letting the two little silver tabbies, Lily and Basil, play around on his lap.

"Hun, most people would say that six cats is a lot.." Michael muttered, sitting cris-cross across from Jeremy.

"Three of them are just foster kittens though!" Jeremy retorted, gesturing to Basil and Lily and then to their bed where an older tortoiseshell cat, Pipin, was curled up sleeping.

"Well, I still think having Smokey, Mars, and Kipper is too much if you're also going to be taking in three fosters at once." Michael reached out and took the silver kittens off his boyfriends lap.

"Does this mean I can't foster?!"

"Nonono! Calm down!" Michael put the kittens down and scooted closer to Jeremy. "It's either one foster at a time or we have to move into a bigger house-"

"Don't you think that should wait until we get married or something?" Jeremy asked, a little confused, concerned, and upset about the cats.

"Sure. So Jeremiah Heere," Michael reached into his pocket and pulled out a little box. He opened it and there was a silver ring with 'Player Two' carved into it in tiny letters. "Will you marry me?"

Jeremy squealed. Very loudly. And then tackled Michael to the ground covering his face with kisses.

"Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes-" Jeremy got up and picked up the nearest cat and spun around with them while squealing. He had picked up Basil who was thrashing around but eventually gave up and just let the excited Jeremy spin him around.

"Okay, so bigger house or less cats?" Michael asked. Jeremy responded immediately.

"Bigger house."

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Aight bye imma snuggle with my kittens now bye. :)