Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

you're not emotionless

this is gonna be a little out of character for jeremy, but shhhhh also i wrote this in an hour ok bye

third person pov
it was well known by many (aka michael) that jeremy didn't express his emotions very often. it wasn't that he wasn't happy, he just found it hard to his emotions communicate to others.

but that's not what michael saw, sure jeremy was still a little closed off around his best friend, but michael still saw the small things he did as reactions.

the little things that he fell in love with.

for example, when jeremys flustered he'll pick at his fingernails. when's he scared, sometimes he'll let out a squeak, but more commonly he'll pull the hood of his hoodie up.

when's he's happy, jeremy rolls his hoodie sleeves up. and when he's sad, he just goes still with his head hung low, and pulls down his sleeves as far as he can. and finally, when's he uncomfortable, jeremy stuffs his hands in his pockets (hoodie or jean pockets)

these were the little things michael would take note of, since jeremys face wasn't very expressive. he mostly had a deadpan look throughout the day.

but michael still somehow fell in love with him.

it was a day like any other except for jeremy, who had forgotten his baby blue hoodie at home, and was now extremely uncomfortable without it.

when he and michael entered the school and went to their shared first period classroom, jeremy stuffed his hands in his jean pockets.

uncomfortable.

halfway through the class, it was work time.

"jere, do you want my hoodie? since you forgot yours...." michael asked.

jeremy looked at him, with the same blank expression as always and shook his head "no".

"don't you need it?" jeremy pondered, his voice slightly less monotone than normal. michael shook his head and stuffed the hoodie into his best friends hands.

jeremy slowly took it and put it on. rolling the sleeves up and picking at his fingernails.

happy AND flustered.

even though jeremy wasn't good at expressing emotions, he still felt them. and one of them was love, specifically for a dorky retro-obsessed teenager named michael mell.

which is probably why he was so flustered.

and michael noticed this, and smiled to myself.

cute.

~time squip (after school, michaels basement)~

the two boy(f)s were playing some video games, when suddenly jeremy paused the game..... to roll down michaels hoodie sleeves?

why's he sad?

before jere could unpause the virtual game, michael chimed in. "jere what's wrong?"

"nothing, i.... just got cold." his usually monotone voice wavering slightly.

"jeremiah." michael tested.

"what?"

"you know exactly what. now tell me, what. is. wrong?"

michael waited but then heard something odd.....sniffles?

jeremiah heere was crying. and not-so-fun fact, that's the first time michael has ever seen his crush cry.

he instantly sprung into comforting friend mode, and hugged him tight, to which jeremy responded by burying his face into michaels shoulder.

"hey, hey, what's wrong? seriously jeremy, you're worrying me." michael whispered.

the two didn't hug often, and despite the circumstances michael noted that he loved jeremys hugs.

"it's just, i like this guy, and he'll never like me back." jeremys voice now slightly being more monotone despite some sniffles in between.

"why would you think that?"

"because, i never show my emotions, i always wear the same hoodie everyday. i'm too quiet. i'm just an emotionless piece of shit."

"hey, no. first, i wear the same hoodie everyday too, dork. and by the way it looks great on you." jeremy started picking at his fingernails. "and second, just because you don't show your emotions as much, doesn't mean your aren't amazing. if people got to know the real you, then they would see that.

"like how you pull your hood up when you're scared, how you roll your sleeves up when you're happy. when you pick at your fingernails, it means you're flustered. you have so many ways of expressing emotions. so what if they just use body language.

"if people don't want to get to know you because of that, then they obviously aren't worth your time." michael finishes as he pulls jeremy in for another hug.

"....thanks micha."

"who's the lucky guy anyway?" michael asked, ready for heartbreak.

".......you."

"wait wh-" he got cut off by jeremys lips on his own, and he smiled into it. michael wrapped his arms around jeremys waist, as jeremys arms found their way around michaels shoulders.

after they pulled apart, jeremy scrambled back to his own beanbag and pulled up the hood of michaels sweatshirt (which he was still wearing).

scared.

"jeremy..... why are you scared? it's just me." michael tried.

"that's the problem, i just kissed you. now you are gonna hate me." he said muffled by the hood. michael slowly pulled the hood down and cupped jeremys cheek to make him face him.

"that's not the problem. you kissed me. and guess what? i liked it." michael giggled.

jeremys cheeks flushed a bit, and he stuttered a response.

"well, if you liked it so much..... would you m-maybe be my b-boyf riend?" then michael got really close to jeremys face and jeremy gulped.

"fuck yea." michael answered. jeremy then burst into laughter, and boy, did it make michael die of cuteness. see when your friend (now boyf riend) doesn't express much emotion, you kinda have to die of cuteness when they laugh for the first time in ages.

~time squip to nighttime, when they're ✨cuddling✨~

i held jeremy in my arms, as we both lay on my bed, slowly falling asleep.

"i love you, jerebear." michael murmured.

and with that he was asleep. jeremy however was dying of cuteness.

it was well known by many (aka michael) that jeremy didn't express his emotions very often.

but he did have one weak spot, michael.

his boyf riend.