Mountain Dew Red // Be More Chill + Dear Evan Hansen

🎡Fighting And Attacks🎡

Requested by;
@menadvg

•Angst —> Fluff•
•Slight Sexual Things•
•Verbal Fighting•
•Panic Attack•
•Hospital•

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Jake and Michael stared each other down, both glaring menacingly at one another. The two men had been at each others throats for the past hour now, fighting over god knows what. They always found something to fight over, making their other boyfriends, Jeremy and Rich, wonder if it was really such a good idea for all four of them to be in a relationship together. However, the two other men always apologized after, telling the others how sorry they were and how much they loved each other. Sometimes makeup sex even happened.

Those were fights that really concerned Rich and Jeremy.

These fights were the worst, always ending in hot and steamy sex that had them both screaming in both a mixture of pleasure and pain. More than once, one of them would wake up the next morning with a limp, not being able to properly walk for days on end.

This wasn't healthy, all of the boys knew this, yet this was the cycle they lived in. This was the cycle they were used to, the cycle they couldn't seem to get out of.

This time, however, things were different.

This time, Michael and Jakes yelling had triggered something in Rich.

The short male, who had been in the couples bedroom with Jeremy, began to feel a tightness in his chest, making it hard to breathe. The small man had begun to hyperventilate, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as his body started to shake. Jeremy, who had been laying on top of him, immediately noticed that something was wrong.

"Richie, baby, are you okay?" Jeremy asked, his voice soft as he got off of the other, who only shook his head in response, the tears falling. "What's wrong, love? Is it their fighting?"

Rich nodded, bringing his knees to his chest and curling into a ball.

Jeremy frowned, wishing that the other two would just stop. Their fights were always so repetitive and annoying. And now, their yelling had pushed Rich into a panic attack. The heterochromic male was fed up with them and their immature behavior.

"Rich..." Jeremy spoke, though Rich couldn't hear him.

Was he underwater? Rich wasn't sure. He just knew that his ears felt clogged, the sounds around him all merging together in a foggy noise. And his chest. His chest felt heavy, as if water was invading his lungs and filling them to the brim. Why couldn't he breathe?

"Rich? Rich?!" The man in question rapidly shook his head. Why wouldn't the yelling stop?

Jeremy, who had begun to panic himself, quickly ran out to the living room to where his other two boyfriends had been.

Jake and Michael paid him no mind. The two were now standing right in front of each other, each able to feel the others hot breath on their faces. They continued their screaming match, their lips inches away from touching.

Jeremy knew that, that could only mean one thing; sex.

"Guys!" Jeremy failed to get the other twos attention. He tried again. "Guys!'

And again. "Guys!"

And again. "GUYS!"

Michael and Jake jumped away from each other, startled by Jeremys own yelling.

"What?" Both said in sync. Jeremy rolled his eyes, venom filling his voice. "Can you two ever stop fucking fighting?"

The male continued, going onto a mini rant.

"Do you ever stop to think about how this makes Rich and I feel? Ever? I'm so sick of you two screaming at each other! Rich is in our room right now, having a panic attack because of you!" The once fighting males looked at Jeremy in shock, looks of worry washing over both of their faces.

Everything went quiet, the only noise being Jeremys heavy breathing, the cause of him yelling at his idiotic lovers.

However, that silence soon ended as a loud, high pitch scream rang out through the house, followed by a just as loud thud.

"Shit!"

———

Hours later and Jeremy, Jake, and Michael were sat in the hospital waiting room, where they'd been for the past three hours, waiting for and update on their boyfriend.

After the three had heard their lover shriek, they all rushed to the bedroom, immediately panicking when they saw that Rich had passed out. Michael and Jake both stood in shock when they saw their boyfriend passed out on the floor, a small puddle of blood surrounding his head from where he had hit it. The both blamed themselves for Richs panic attack and hospitalization.

Jeremy, on the other hand, had called nine-one-one as soon as he saw the smallest males state.

The three had been told that their boyfriends unconsciousness had most likely been caused too much anxiety, which had seemed to be triggered by something. This something could only have been Jake and Michaels yelling.

When told this, the two taller of the boys gave each other a guilty look. Jeremy just sat there, staring at the wall and waiting for more news on Rich.

The boys sat in silence, immediately sitting up in anticipation when the doctor called for those who were there for Richard Goranski.

"Yes? That's us." Jeremy spoke up. The doctor smiled. "Rich is in a stable condition. You may go see him, though please do watch your voices." They all nodded, heading to Richs room as soon as the doctor gave them the room number.

"The first thing you two are doing is apologizing." Michael and Jake nodded, scared by Jeremy's very serious tone of voice. Jeremy knocked briefly on Richs hospital room door, opening it and smiling when he saw the shorter boy sitting up in the small hospital bed.

"Hey Richie..." Jeremy's voice was soft, contradicting his earlier tone. Rich smiled up at his lovers. "Hi Jere!"

"How are you feeling?" "Good, actually! The nurse here is really nice! Her names Heidi." Richs cheery behavior was relieving to Jeremy. "That's nice, love."

Jeremy motioned for the two men next to him to step forward. They did, the feeling of guilt still coursing through their veins.

"I'm sorry!" Michael and Jake exclaimed in sync, though they kept their voices quiet.

Michael spoke again, this time by himself. "We really shouldn't have been fighting. It was greatly affecting you and Jeremy and I apologize." Rich smiled.

"I forgive you. Both of you." The shortest of the four boys opened his arms, beckoning the others in for a hug.

Jake and Michael immediately made their way towards him, gently hugging him. Jeremy watched from the door way, a small smile on his face.

Maybe we can get better.

Rich broke the hug, looking over to Jeremy. "Come join the hug, Jerry!"

Jeremy grinned, doing as told.

Maybe we can.