Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

spin the bottle

the full comic is on instagram by noxatn

but i felt like making this a oneshot so heere we are. and i know they look younger in the comic but they're still 17

tw: nosebleed

michaels pov
me and jere were at this party at jakes house. jeremy and i both agreed to not drink alcohol. it wasn't our thing. but anyway, i somehow found myself playing 'spin the bottle' with a bunch of drunk teenagers. jeremy was playing too.

it was jeremys turn and i couldn't help but feel jealous. whoever the bottle lands on will have to kiss him, and i really wish it were me.

he took the bottle shakily and spun it on the floor.

i dug my fingernails into my palms as it slowly stopped spinning and landed on... me?

well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw.

we made eye contact and i could see jeremys nervousness. everyone in the circle started saying 'aww's or 'oooooh' as we shuffled towards each other.

we were both hesitating and shaking, apparently for too long, because i felt someone push me into him and i think someone did the same for jeremy.

instead of our lips touching however, we bumped noses, hard.

"ow, fuck!" i yelled as i cupped my nose. jeremy shook himself out of his little trance and quickly noticed my nose was bleeding. he started freaking out and ran away. i sighed in defeat.

he ran away. how pathetic can i be?

i looked at my lap and continued cupping my nose, just hoping that no blood would come out.

as i was wallowing in self-pity, i felt a hand lift up my chin and i saw jeremy looking scared and holding a bunch of tissues.

he came back.

when he was tending to my nose he mumbled about a million 'i'm sorry's

"jerm, it's fine." i said.

"no it's not..." jeremy mumbled.

~time squip~

after my nose stopped bleeding, jeremy lead me to the basement, which was one of those fancy ones with a tv and carpeting and stuff. it was much quieter there, there were no people.

"are you sure you're fine?" jeremy asked for the thousandth time. i smile at his thoughtfulness.

"jere, i promise i'm fine. it was the people who pushed us, it's their fault." i try to comfort him, but i can tell he still feels guilty.

he sighs and sinks into the couch we were sitting on, "i'm sorry mimi."

i giggle, "don't pull the 'mimi card' on me. it's ok, dude, my nose is fi—"

"it's not that." he interrupts. "i'm sorry i ruined the kiss." jer explained.

"huh?" i'm beyond confused.

"i thought about this moment so many times, and i thought i was ready but i—"

i cut him off. "wait... you think about us kissing?" i couldn't help but smile.

jeremy laughs breathily and responds, "how could i not? you're all i think about. you're all i want to think about. you're my favorite person. you're the coolest dude i know." he smiles at me. "i would have to be blind to not... to not... fall in love with you."

my cheeks feel like they're about to explode and i just want to hug the life out of the pale boy in front of me.

"jere... i— me??? too???" i say as i struggle to find words.

"does that... does that mean i can try again." jeremy says as he cups my face.

"yes." i whisper.

he leans in and our lips connect and the world seemed to fade away, no matter how cliche it sounds.

'i would have to be blind to not... to not... fall in love with you.' i repeat his words in my head as we separate. jeremy looks into my eyes and pulls me into a hug. i hug back and stroke his hair.

"i love you too, jerebear."

whoooooo i had almost nothing to post