Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

michaels nightmares

hehehehee slight angst

also uhhh heyyyy i haven't posted for like three months lmaoooo

jeremys pov
i woke up to michael thrashing around from side to side. i quickly check the time to see it's almost 2am.

"jeremy please... don't leave." michael whimpered in his sleep. i scooted over to the side of my bed that michael was sleeping on. i wrapped my arms around his torso and stuffed my head into his chest.

"hey, michael, wake up. i'm right heere. i'm not leaving." i whisper as he grabs onto me for dear life. he stuffs his head in my hair and whimpers again.

"don't leave me... not again." he whispered.

i lift my head and look up at him, "michael please wake up, it's just a nightmare. it's not real." i reassure my friend quietly.

he wakes up with a start and gasped for breath. "hey! hey! michael, look at me. i'm right heere."

michael looked around the room, before his eyes focused on me and he smiled slightly. tears started forming in his eyes and i quickly wiped them away with my thumb.

'huh, has michael always looked that cute without his glasses? and they way the moon shines on his face is just... wow.'

wait, what?

i ignore my thoughts for now and continue wiping my friends eyes. he looks down at the pillow and sighs, his breath somewhat shaking. i rest my hand on his face and rub my thumb from side to side in a soothing way. (jere that's gay)

michaels crying has reduced to sniffles by now. i slowly rest my forehead against his, continuing to stroke his face. i close my eyes and sigh. (that's really gay)

"what's wrong, micha?" i ask, still closing my eyes.

"n-nothing, just a n-n-nightmare." he says, voice shaking.

"come here, baby." i whisper, subtly throwing the word in there. i don't know what came over me, it's been happening a lot recently, having these strange thoughts about michael. i think it's just a bro thing.

michael scoots towards me and cuddled into my chest. just bro things... heh.

goddamnit, i think i have a crush on michael.

he yawns and hums contently, holding my torso tightly.

yep, i definitely have a crush on michael.

i entangle our legs together and wrap my arms around his waist. "wanna talk about it?"

"sure... it's just i told you something and you just left me again." michael mumbled, drawing patterns into my chest with his finger and lightly playing with the strings on my shirt.

"what did you tell me?" i question, gently.

"you won't get mad?" i shake my head no. "well... i told you that i'm in love with you, and you didn't take it very well." (straight to the point i guess, wait...)

"you... love me?" i ask shyly.

"yea... i get if you don't feel the same, and if you don't wanna be friends." michael laughs sadly.

"wait, no. god, this is all so new to me, but i think i definitely have a crush on you." i explain.

"wait, really?!" michael asked, lifting his head out from my chest, a look of doubt across his face.

"yea, and i'd really like to be your boyf, if you'll be my riend." i say, running my hand through his hair.

a few more tears escaped his eyes and he smiled, "YES! i mean, uh, sure thing, homeskillet." he laughs.

i hug him tighter and he nuzzled back into my chest.

after a while, i broke the silence, "micha, do you want your hoodie? will that make you feel better?" i ask.

"actually, can i have your cardigan? it's soft and it smells like you." michael mumbled. (we always have jeremy taking michaels hoodie, but we never have michael stealing jeremys clothes)

"sure." i roll over slightly to reach for the cardigan on the floor and roll back over to michael, handing him the cloth. he takes it and puts it on, snuggling into it. the cardigan was a bit small on him, since he's taller than me but he still fit. it was cute.

"thanks." he smiled and cuddled into me again.

"no problem, mike." i whispered.

i wrapped my arms around him protectively and kissed his hair lightly. knowing michael for so long, he's definitely smiling like a dork right now. the boy in my arms was always a sucker for affection, and he used to talk so much about wanting a boyfriend.

i never knew why i got so jealous when michael was talking about wanting a boyfriend, but i guess i know now. who knows how many years of repressed feelings hit me tonight?

it also explains a lot of jealousy in the past. like whenever michael mentioned the guy he had a crush on for years. i guess it was me the whole time. i smile and chuckle lightly.

"what are you laughing at?" micha asked.

"just that i love you so much, and i'm kinda mad at myself for not realizing it sooner. i mean, if i could've figured out my feelings for you earlier, we could've been together so long ago. it's crazy to think, i should've been holding you all these years!" i ramble.

"you really mean all that?" he asked timidly.

"of course i do, all my feelings for you are coming out right now... pun intended." i laugh.

"i'm in love with you." michael mumbled and smiled at me lovingly. my cheeks heat up and i bite back a smile.

michael rolls over and i wrap my arms around him, spooning him, even though he's taller than me but shhhhh.

he hums contently and curls up into my arms, leaning against my chest.

that's the end bc i'm lazy