Tree Bros, Boyf Riends and Kleisen One Shots

Boyf Riends- Gross

Super short bc it's hecca fluff

Warnings: jeremy isn't body confident after the whole SQUIP thing so yeah

"Are you okay, Jere?" Michael asked, pulling Jeremy closer to him.

"Fine! I'm fine, Micah. Why?" Jeremy asked moving so that Michaels hands weren't wrapped around his waist anymore.

"I don't think you are okay, baby." Michael paused their video game. "What's wrong, my love?"

"I..." Jeremy trailed off, pulling his sweater sleeves down further. "Ugh. I just feel so... pitiful in my normal body now? Like, SQUIP made me feel that everything I do, how I look, and everything I say is just... gross. Bad. Ugly. And... and it's like those thoughts just... won't get out of my head."

Michael pulled Jeremy onto his lap, holding him tight. "Jeremy, you know I love you, right?"

"Well, I mean, yeah I guess. But I don't see why, you know? I'm awkwardly skinny, I wear ugly clothing, I barely have friends, you're wildly attractive, and like, look. I have acne all over my face. So. Yeah."

"Okay, well first of all your acne isn't nearly as bad as you think." Michael said, running a hand thought Jeremy's hand. "Second, I think you look attractive. Very attractive. You aren't awkwardly skinny, and besides isn't like, skinny what everyone wants but no one actually like, cares about? No one cares if you're skinny or not. I promise."

Jeremy tried to speak, but Michael cut him off with a kiss on his lips. "I like your sweaters. They make you look even more adorable, and I don't know how that's possible."

Jeremy tried to hide his face with his hands, but Michael stopped him, kissing both of his hands and leaning back so Jeremy could lay on him. "And another thing. I have the same number of friends as you. So...?"

Jeremy chuckled, playing with the strings of Michaels hoodie. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"For dumping my problems on you." Jeremy said quietly. "I know I'm a mess, and I don't, I don't need to drag you into it."

"Baby, Love, bugaboo. I love you so much, and I'm always willing to listen to your problems. I'll do anything for you, Okay?"

"Okay." Jeremy said, getting up carefully to peck Michaels lips. "So... about the anything part..."

"Jeremiah Heere, there is no way in hell that I'm gonna wear a fursuit. I'm not feeding your weird furry addiction."

"Damn it."