The JereMike Collection

Drabbles 3

102: Burn

Jeremy hissed as the stove's flame leapt to his fingertips, retracting his hands as quickly as could. He bit his tongue as he observed the burnt skin, the tip of fingers darkening into a unhealthy shade of purple. The worst part wasn't that it was still stinging, but that it was on both of his hands. He sighed; this was going to be difficult to bandage.

Startled by the distressed cat noise, Mike appeared from the living room, coming to stare over the night watch's shoulder. He spotted the burns and frowned, prying open a drawer as he searched for a first aid kid.

Although unspoken, their communication was flawless. Jeremy silently leaned against the counter, sucking on one hand's fingers to relieve the pain. He inwardly groaned as he realized there was nothing he could do but to let his other hand singe, like little needles sparking through his finger's nerves.

Suddenly, his wrist was gently taken and held away from him. Jeremy raised a brow at the action, going red when an neutral-faced Mike promptly stuck his fingers between his lips, the sting fading by the second. Blue eyes were glued to his own occupation, working to tear open a small pack of burn cream while the brunette stilled in front of him. Awkward as it was, he made no move to remove himself.

Jeremy felt his own cheeks beginning to burn as Mike casually wetted the sting away.

103: Hair

Mike was careful as the blade glided just above the brunette's forehead, snipping strands from his bangs. The night watch sat still in front of him, huffing as the security guard cut his hair. "I don't see why you have to d-do this...."

The older man simply snipped another piece, blowing the cut strands clean from Jeremy's face. The brunette pouts as breath hit his skin, only for Mike to playfully swipe his forehead. "I wanted to see your eyes, dork"

104: Movie

The first time they went to a movie together, Fritz had invited them. It was a mixed genre film, an action horror thriller or something. Mike wasn't too enthusiastic about the idea, but when he figured Jeremy was excited to attend, he grumpily tagged along.

Fritz ended up chickening out at the last minute, leaving the two of them alone. Though, his absence was hardly an issue; Jeremy was clutching Mike's arm in fear too much to notice and the guard was laughing too hard to care.

105: Seeing

Jeremy could see them every now and then; the children, he means. Sometimes they would ignore him complety, hovering around the animatronics as the clock ticked towards midnight. Other nights they would acknowledge his presence, surprised that he could see them, but pleased noneless. The animatronics never stopped trying to stuff him,but they were certainly lighter in their efforts to do so. On some rare nights, they would make harmless playfully gestures to one another, their responses the only only thing convincing him that he wasn't really crazy.

Mike raises a brow as Jeremy giggles, a transparent figure making silly faces just above the security guard's head.

106: Sparklers

The sky had darkened much quicker than any of them had anticipated, but it wasn't such a negative tonight. Fritz worked to light the fireworks while Jeremy unstrung the sparklers. Mike was busy tuning his watch, ready for the new year's countdown.

"Mike, look!" Blue lazily roamed over to green, raising a brow at the nightwatch's actions. Jeremy smiles as he waves the sparkler's light around. "T-this is you!" With a warm glow casting glee on his face, Mike watches as he draws a picture in the air.

He guides the light to make a circle, swirling two eyes and sharp smirking teeth for the mouth. The grumpy looking face lingers for moment before fading in the wind. Jeremy giggles as Mike's expression remains neutral, seemingly unimpressed. "I can do better" The guard mutters, "This is you"