Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

mahal kita

idea by justASpookyPotato

michael calls jeremy little nicknames in tagalog but jeremy secretly taught himself but never told him. sorry if any translations are wrong, i'm just using google translate

michaels pov
"jeremy! kumusta na?" i say as he comes inside and we head to the basement.

"w-what?" he laughs.

"oh sorry, i forgot to switch back to english for a second." i apologize.

"it's ok, we all do it." jeremy giggled. he sits on the blue beanbag and i sit on the red one. i start up the console and throw him his controller. he catches it and smiles. that smile is so adorable.

"kaibig-ibig ka." i mutter under my breath. jeremy looks at me and tilts his head. he looks like an adorable confused puppy. i plop down onto my red beanbag again and start the game.

~time squip~

about one hour later we're still playing AOTD. jeremy died a few minutes ago, but i kept trying to beat the boss on my own.

that plan failed.

"sumpain mo!" i yell, frustrated.

"dude, watch your language." jeremy chuckled.

"what? i thought you couldn't understand tagalog."

"hmm? oh! no, i just assumed you swore by the way you said it, ya know?" the pale boy stuttered out. i shrug and set the controller down.

"for some reason, i really don't feel like playing video games today, kalabassa." i sigh.

"y-yup."

jeremys pov
goddamnit, michael.

he keeps calling me pet names in tagalog, and how do i know that? i secretly learned tagalog to surprise michael. but i never told him... and now he's flirting with me and i don't know if it's just friend-flirting or if he likes me back.

so, i'm just gonna keep playing dumb.

"wanna go get slushees?" michael asked.

"is that even a question? yes!" i laugh.

~after getting slushees~

we got the slushees (i really want a slushee now) and michael and i are walking back to his house. i sipped my blue slushee, which is superior to red, (no it's not jeremy) no matter what michael thinks.

"agh! brain freeze!" michael exclaimed as he gripped his head with one hand.

"what have i told you about sipping your slushee so fast, micha." i scold like a mom.

"alright, mom." michael rolls his eyes.

"oh shut up, you love me."

"tama iyan." michael muttered and smiled to himself. "nais kong hawakan ang iyong kamay."

i repeat that last sentence in my head and translate it.

"i wish i could hold your hand"

i smiled and slowly intertwined our hands, trying to be as subtle as possible. michael looks down at our hands and i just smile at him and act normal.

we continue walking, casually chatting and me trying not to think of how sweaty my hands are getting.

(more than survive reprise came on, it's ruining the mood)

i sadly had to let go of his hand, because michael had to unlock the door. we went up to his room for a change and continued drinking the frozen slush. (i was tempted to write 'the good kush')

"what do you wanna do now, sanggol." michael questioned.

i blushed and looked away. sanggol meant 'baby'. i had to suppress a squeak and faced him again. "i don't know, what is there to do?"

"yakap..." michael said under his breath.

oh my god, michaels gonna make me faint from happiness. but i remember to play dumb.

"hey, you wanna just like hug and chill...?" i tried.

"wh-what?" michael sputtered.

"y'know, cuddle like bros do." i snicker at my own dumbness.

"oh my god, you're the gayest straight person i know." michael laughed.

"who says i'm straight?" i mumble.

"you aren't?"

"nope, i'm bi." i state.

"well, congrats man!" michael said and hugged me. he pulled me into his lap so i was facing him and hugged me.

"so now you wanna cuddle?" i asked.

"yes." michael nods against my shoulder. i hug him back and enjoy the moment. "you hair smells good, mahal, what the fuck?"

"i take showers, unlike mr. game-all-day in front of me." i tease.

michael scoffs and hugs me again. he lays down on the bed, so that i'm laying on his chest and i smile.

"this is really gay." i laugh out.

"well, we both are so..." michael shrugs.

"fair point."

*silence*

"mahal kita." michael whispered.

no more playing dumb anymore.

"mahal din kita." i respond.

michael sits up quickly, resulting in me getting pushed out of his lap. "wh-what?!"

"mahal din kita." i repeat.

"i- you speak tagalog?" he asked.

"umm... i taught myself because i wanted to surprise you, but i just ended never telling you." i explained.

"oh... so you heard all the things i said earlier?" michael questioned as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. i cup his face and nod.

he puts his hand over mine and nuzzles his face into my palm, turning his head and then kissing it. i blush and bit my lip to suppress another squeak but it didn't work.

"your squeaks are adorable." michael mumbled.

"and you're a hopeless romantic." i state, removing my hands from his face.

"i'm not hopeless, because now i have you." michael smirked and watched as my face heated up again. michael cups my cheeks and rubs his nose against mine in a cute way.

"michael, for the love of whatever god is out there, STOP. I. AM. GOING. TO. FAINT!" i yell.

he just shrugs and kisses my nose.

"that's it, i'm fainting." i say and flop onto my back, dramatically.

"no! jeremy! wake up, i want cuddles." michael pouts in a baby voice. i sit up, and chuckle, "is that the only reason you want me? free cuddles."

"no, i love you for you, but also yes i want cuddles. get your ass over heere." he whines.

i smile and crawl over to michael, laying on top of him. he lays down and wraps his arms around me.

"mahal kita, jerebear." he whispered.

"mahal din kita, mikey."

"hey jere, you do know now that since were boyf riends, that'll involve a lot of cuddling to random documentaries." michael chuckled.

"i'm aware, one time you called me when you were high and explained that the stingray documentary you were watching was about sea pancakes." i grumbled.

"was i wrong though?" he giggled.

i shrug, "i guess not."

awwwwwwwwewee they're so cute