Tw: mention of stab wound and stitches, minor insults and Connor I'm sorry-
(Jeremy's POV)

     "THATS THE END!" I almost sobbed as we watched the end of Rick and Morty. It was so funny it couldn't end yet!

    Me and Michael had hid away in my room for 3 days. We only came dow for dinner and yesterday Hannukah actully started so we stayed down for traditional game's. Michael also read me some Jewish fairytales in my room. But we had just finished Rick and Morty we already finished Adventure Time and Steven Universe so now we were gonna be forced to leave our room.

     Conveniently Michael's phone started ringing as he pulled me closer comforting me. I stuffed my head in his cheat gently, trying to not hit a one of his bruises, witch had littered his chest as I turned out his conversation knowing he would tell me what it was about once he was done.

    "Jeremy?" Michael asked softly probably after hanging up.

    "Yeah...." I asked into his hoodie.

    "You wanna go to the arcade with the SQUIP squad?" Michael offered. My head shot up and I wore a bright cheesey smile.

     "Yes!" I exclaimed as I hopped off Michael and scrambled to get dressed. Michael laughed from the bed and got up starting to get ready himself trying not to stretch his arms much as to not break the stitches. After we got our shit together and went to the arcade.

     "Headphones! Furry! Over heere!" Rich called. I flushed up.

     "Dont call me that!" I yelled back, flustered. Chloe laughed.

     "You didnt deny it though!" Chloe replied. I made sure I had Michael's good arm before nuzzling into his bicep, as the rest of the group laughed. We got over there and Michael hadn't talked to anyone but me for three days and the same goes for me so we were both talking up a storm but, Michael soon stopped and went into the background like always.

     Jake and Rich ran off to the bathrooms to make out because they're major lack of self control. The girls all talked about gossip. Though I noticed Christine and Brook were really close together and I hate to say, it bothered me cuss I'm with Michael now so I shouldn't mind, but I did. It bothered me.

    I shifted uncomfortably. Michael looked at me. "You ok?" He asked. I nodded. His look hardened. "Jeremiah Heere you better tell me what's wrong right this second." Michael growled. I whimpered a bit but leaned into his ear.

     "Well, its just... Christine and Brook are really close its bothering me I guess.." I muttered but Michael still heard. "I-I sorry but I'm- just I guess I'm still protective!- and-" Michael cut me off.

     "Baby its okay, I was protective of you before we were even dating." Michael chuckled softly. I blushed.

     "Okay..." I replied nuzzling into him. Michael wrapped his arms around me.

*time skip*

    "Mi-Micha!" I giggled as Michael span us both around. We had already lit the Menorah and now we were all just hanging out in the living room, and Michael and I had decided to practice our salsa dance but Michael had went off the rails.

     "What?" He teased putting me back down.

     "Your not supposed to do that asshole!" I teased. Michael rolled his eyes. "Mira would kill you if you did that at practice." I warned.

      "Well she isn't here now is she?" Michael replied with a cocky smirk.

     "I think you two are doing great!" Mom encouraged.

      "Thanks Mom!" Me and Michael replied still trying to dance. Dad chuckled out of nowhere.

    "How about you try and pick Michael up, private." Dad suggests.

     "Nope tried that Jeremy's stick arms are too weak." Michael replied teasingly.

    "You're a bitch!" I laughed as Michael and everyone but Connor joined in.

    "Well then Michael you lift up Jeremy!" Evan exclaimed. Michael rolled his eyes more.

    "You need to stop that." I said backing up.

"Stop what?" Michael asked, getting ready.

     "Rolling your eyes." I replied, Michael rolled his eyes at me on purpose as I ran at him and jumped up he got me and he span me around before putting me down he span me one last time before we came back together and kept dancing as again everyone but Connor clapped.

     "You guys are blocking the TV." He complained as Michael put me down his smiled fell a bit mine following suit.

     "So? Your the only on out of the seven people in this room who care." Michael replied, he still lead me to sit on the floor in front of the couch, pulling me into his arms, as he did I reached around fo rub his bicep but I did it to aggressively on the worng arm and felt my fingers brush his stitches.

    "Shit that hurt your stitches did it." I said softly as I lifted the sleeve of Michael's shirt.

    "Its f-"

    "Aww, did someone hurt there stitches?" Connor teased as Michael scowled.

    "Connor can you shut the fuck up?" I snapped. I was really getting feed up with his shit and I knew that if he got Michael fed up Connor would not be okay mentally after.

     "No, cuss you guys are-"

    "Connor shut up before I fucking leave." Evan growled and the room went silent. Evan seems really soft but he can take a stand if he needs.

    I suddenly felt the need to slip into little space, probably because the tension in the room making me nervous. So I gently pulled Michael's sleeve, a signal that one of needed to leave. Michael got it and stood pulling me up with him and bringing me upstairs.

     "What's wrong baby boy?" Michael asked, the name didn't help.

     "Sl-slip...." I muttered. Michael smiled softly.

    "Go ahead baby boy." Michael replied gently pulling me close to him.

(Michael's POV)

    "Da-Daddy?" Jeremy muttered.

     "Yes little prince?" I replied hearing Jeremy giggle at the name.

     "I want's my paci!" Jeremy said happily.

    "Okay prince, but how old are you?" I asked picking Jeremy up and laying him down on the bed before starting to search the bedside table draw for Jeremy's pacifier among all the other little space stuff we had in there.

     "I's five daddy!" He exclaimed holding up five fingers to show. I smiled as I finally found the pacifier.

     "Okay baby." I replied as I put Jeremy's pacifier in his mouth. "I'm going down stairs to fill up your sippy cup okay?" I told him. He nodded. "Yell Michael if you need something and if anyone knocks tell them wait for me okay?" Again Jeremy nodded.

     I walked out the room holding the sippy cup in my hood pocket. I got to the fringe and took out some orange juice, opening the sippy cup and pouring the orange juice into the sippy cup only to hear a snarky laugh next to me.

    "Why the fuck are you filling a sippy cup? What did you cheat and get a girl pregnant or some shit?" Connor teased.

     "Why the fuck have you been being so mean to me and my boyfriend?" I shot back, Connors look turned annoyed.

    "Cuss you tried to steal mine." He said, voice monotone as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

     "Well have you talked to Evan about it?" I asked putting the top on the orange juice.

    "No." Connor replied as I put the orange juice away.

    "Well...." I started topping the sippy cup. "Maybe you should." I said not looking at him before walking out.

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     I was shaking as Jeremy held me in his arms. We decided that for his frist time (since Jason that is) he should dom. He slipped out of little space once he woke up this morning. I always shake for hours after he doms, we don't know why.

    "Mike why are you still shaking?" He asked worriedly.

    "I don't know....." I trialed off. I didn't feel scared or sad or anything,  I was perfectly happy being held by Jeremy right now and trusted him. I shouldn't be shaking.

"Are you even a switch?" He asked, more to himself than me.

    "Of course!" I exclaimed. I mean I can't not be a switch, cuss if I'm not a switch I can't take care if Jeremy, and if I can't do that I'll be a shitter boyfriend than I am and that will lead to Jeremy realizing I'm shit and then he'll break up with me.

     Jeremy fell silent till there was a knock at the door.

     "Come in!" He called. The door opened, we heard muffled talking from the other side.

     Then Connor was aggressively shoved trough the door. He was in a bright green jester outfit complet with it being puffy sleeves around the thighs and biceps. His face was red and he looked humiliated. After Jared was shoved in after in the same thing but his was orange. His face was the same as Connors after Evan walked in in normal clothes.

     "So, Connor and Jared need to apologize since they haven't and are still being dicks so here they are....." Evan explained he looked over at Jared and Connor as if they were supposed to say something. He elbowed Jared who elbowed Connor and Connor started talking.

     "I Connor Mhurphy," Connor started.

    "And I Jared Kleinman." Jared continued.

     "Would like to sincerely apologize for stabbing your arm,"

    "For beating you up," Jared said his head hung.

    "And for calling you names and making fun of you." Connor finshed.

     "And we hope you will be forgiving enough to forgive us." Jared added. Me and Jeremy sat there.

   "So what do you say- Michael you okay your shaking." Evan pointed out.

     "Yeah I'm fine, and yes I forgive you guys." I replied.

     "Same here." Jeremy added.

      Jared smirked. "You mean Heere." He joked. And we all laughed and I felt myself get a little more control over myself, with seemed to give Connor relief.

     "But like seriously thank you, cuss Evan was gonna make us wear these all day.." Connor said earnestly.

     Connor and Jared changed then we all sat down and talked and by the end we were all laughing and smiling.

I hope this never changes

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AN: Thank you so much for 1.k reads! I had not idea last I cheeked we were at 200 so thank you so much for reading my shitty book! It gets a lot darker from here so be warned.

 
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