Noh Omo (BMC And DEH)

11) Nightmare

Made: 2/20/2019
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AU: Post-Squip

Ship: Boyf Riends

Warnings: This is Literally 407 words of pure fluff.

Jeremy felt hot tears run down his cheeks as his eyes hammered open, his fingernails digging into his hands as he bolted up into a sitting position. His hands immediately clung to his throat as he attempted to regulate his breathing, waking up the sleeping boy beside him.

"Jer..?" He mumbled half awake, scrambling to get his glasses. Michael positioned them on the bridge of his nose, fully awake when he realized the scene unfolding before him. "Jer!"

He allowed the smaller boy to cling onto his hoodie, burying his face into the warmth of Michaels neck before allowing heart wrenching sobs escape his lips. His grip on Jeremy's waist tightened as he began to let out a string of semi-understandable apologies, Michael eventually shushing him by placing his finger to his lips.

They swayed a bit as rain knocked on the windows and trees shook in the fierce wind, Jeremy calming down at the euphoric noises lulling him into a state of peace. Michaels embrace didn't falter, even when he felt the grip on his sweatshirt loosen.

"Thanks, Mike." He lifted his head to press an aimless kiss to his boyfriends lips, the other smiling against it. Michael stared down at the boy with such affection you could practically see hearts forming his eyes. He brushed a stray curl out of Jeremy's face before cupping his cheek and pressing their foreheads together.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Jeremy scratched his chin in mock-confusion, squinting his eyes. "Roughly about 45 times today." He pulled the Filipino in for another kiss, "why do you ask?" Michael shrugged his shoulders in response, "because it's true."

Jeremy felt heat rise to his cheeks despite being told the 3 words time and time again, never failing to cause him to flush. He wrapped his arms around Michaels neck, pulling him back down onto the pillow before positioning his head against his chest.

Michael sighed in contentment, resting his face into the soft tuff of curls beneath him. Jeremy giggled tiredly, "are you smelling my hair, you dope?" Just for dramatic effect Michael made an over-dramatic inhaling sound before nodding, a smirk plastered onto his face.

"I love you, Micha." He grinned despite already feeling himself drifting away into unconsciousness. "I love you, Mahal-Ko."