jeremicheal oneshots

a moment

old oneshot 

publish date : 5/18/22

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michael woke up, shutting off his alarm. He heard the loud thumping of rain hitting against his window. He sighed, getting up. *𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴!* The doorbell rang. 'Who's ringing the doorbell this early?' Michael thought going to open the door. He saw Jeremy soaked. "Hey, fritz!" Jeremy said laughing.

"Jere- you're soaked," Michael said, telling him to come in. "yeah uhm, I was gonna come to pick you up for work, but I ended up getting soaked- '' Jeremy said laughing. Michael turned bright pink. "D-do you want some of my clothes? I can let you have them?" Michael offered to go to his room. "Nah, but can I have a hoodie? Mines cold and wet" Jeremy asked. "Mhm, let me get dressed and I'll get you one if you want you can make yourself some coffee or something," Michael said going upstairs.

Jeremy went to his kitchen and made him and Michael some coffee. Michael opened his closet getting 2 hoodies and some work clothes. He got dressed, grabbed the hoodies and went into his bathroom. He brushed his hair and looked at himself. He smiled, he didn't see his father.

He went downstairs to see Jeremy drinking coffee. "I made you a cup!" Jeremy said, giving him it. "Thanks, here's your hoodie," Michael said, taking the coffee and giving Jeremy the hoodie, the hoodies were black and had a few grey hearts on the sleeves. "Jezz, this hoodie is emo," Jermey said jokingly. "I- pardon?" Michael said. They both burst into laughter.

"We should probably go before we're late," Michael said, getting his shoes on. "Alr!" Jeremy said. "Did you walk through my house with your shoes on...?" Michael asked. "Uh, maybe?" Jeremy said. They once again busted into laughter.

Michael grabbed an umbrella and opened the door. "Jeremy- it's not even raining that bad out here- how did you get soaked?" Michael asked. "I dunno," Jeremy said, walking to his truck. They got in and left Michaels's house.

They pulled up to work and Jeremy parked his truck. They got out walking into work. Phil was at the door waiting for them. "Mr Guy! Hi!" Jeremy said. "Hi Jeremy, hi fritz, we don't have much to do today but there are 2 birthdays one at 11 and one at 2," Phil said. "Okay!" Jeremy said. "I'm going to my office if you need anything come in!" Phil said leaving.

Jeremy looked at the time. '8:32 am' "we still have 3ish hours until the first party, what'd you wanna do?" Jeremy asked. "I dunno, I'm kinda hungry?" Michael said, setting down his stuff. "Hmm, how about we get some pizza, and then we can play some games in the arcade?" Jeremy asked. "That sounds good," Michael said.

Jeremy got the pizza and set it on a table. "Fritz do you want a slusie?" Jeremy asked. "Sure," Michael said sitting down. Jeremy made the sluises and sat down and began to eat, Michael didn't want to eat, he knew he would throw up later, ew. Michael had Emetophobia and the fear of vomiting.
"Fritz, you alright? You haven't eaten anything and just drank some sluise?" Jeremy asked. "Oh, yeah sorry, I guess I'm kinda out of it," Michael said, picking up the pizza. They finished the pizza and it was 10 am "okay soo, we have an hour to play games alright?" Jeremy said. "Mm," Michael muttered.

"Would you rather play mop hockey?" Jeremy asked. "Mop hockey?" Michael asked. "Dont tell me you don't know what mop hockey is." Jeremy combined. "My father made me stand on my hands for an hour, up until I was 17," Michael said. "I'm not gonna know what the hell that is." Michael said. "Hmm alright, let's play then!" Jeremy said.

He grabbed 2 mops and a plate. "Is it safe to play with a plate..?" Michael asked. "I mean, we don't have any hockey pucks so this is the only thing." Jeremy said. He gave Michael the mop. "Okay so, you're gonna just hit the plate with the mop and pass it to me okay?" Jeremy said. "That sounds simple," Michael said. They began to pass it, they did it for Five minutes before Jeremy threw it into the wall.

*𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴!* Michael covered his ears as the bang went off. "Ah, shit- Are you alright?" Jeremy asked. "Y-yeah sorry, i don't like loud noises' ' Michael said, uncovering his ears. "Are you guys okay? I heard a bang-'' Phil said, stepping out of his office. "Yeah! We're just playing mop hockey!" Jeremy said. "Mop hockey- what- you know, just, please clean up the glass, the party's in 20 minutes-" Phil said, going back into his office.

"Alright, you clean up the glass, I'll put the mops back, '' Jeremy said, picking up the mops. Michael grabbed a small bag and began putting the glass plate shards in it. He cut himself trying to put the last one in. "ah shit-" He muttered. Jeremy walked in. "Are you okay?" Jeremy said. "Yeah- I just cut myself on the plate," Michael said putting the bag in the trash. "Can I see?" Jeremy asked. Michael nodded, giving him his hand.

"Eh it's not that deep, I'll get you some bandages," Jermey said leaving. Jeremy came back and bandaged his wrist. "There! Now let's go get the party ready!" Jeremy said, dragging him.

Before they knew it the pizzeria was flooded with kids. Michael felt overwhelmed, he was working the prize counter, while Jeremy was doing stuff with the little kids.

"Hey? Did you hear what happened back in the first place? Fredbears family diner?" Kids asked.

The other kids nodded no.

Michaels heard it and his heart sped up, he felt sick.

"This kid put his brother's head in the anatomic and killed him." The kid said.

Michael felt sick. He ran to the bathroom. Jeremy watched.

Michael opened a stall getting sick, he threw up a mixture of coffee, slushies, pizza, and blood. "Fritz!?" Jeremy yelled in the bathroom. Michael felt hot, his body felt like it was on fire. "Fritz!" Jeremy yelled running over to him. Jeremy looked at the toilet that was curved in the throw-up. Jeremy felt sick himself.

"Fritz i-" Jeremy said. He bent down trying to hug him. "N-no- stop!" Michael said, slapping his hands. "A-alr no touch-" Jeremy said. He sat next to him. Michael cried, and cried, tears and snot and throw up were all over his face. "Fritz?" Jeremy said. Michael looked up at him.

"I want you to follow my breathing okay? Can I put you on my chest?" Jeremy asked. Michael nodded. He leaned down on his chest. "Listen to my heartbeat, try to make yours like that okay?" Jeremy asked. Michael nodded. He listened to the beating of his heart, he calmed down. "How are you feeling now?" Jeremy asked.

"Mm, good I guess.." Michael said. "Can you tell me what happened? You don't have to, tho" Jeremy said. "Uhm, i-i this kid, he was talking about m-my brothers d-death, I put his h-head in Freddy's mouth a-and killed h-him.." Michael sobbed. "Ooh, fritz..." Jeremy said, he rubbed his hand down, his back trying to comfort him.

"Can I ask what year it was?" Jeremy asked. "1983" Michael mumbled. "That was 5 years ago, Hunny," Jeremy said. "I-i know, b-but, I feel like c-crap for it," Michael said. "Fritz," Jeremy said, "c-call me Michael.." Michael said. Jeremy knew about the whole name thing. "Michael, I don't care about your past, or what you did, I like you for what you do now, im sure if your brother was alive he would have forgiven you," Jeremy said running his fingers threw the taller hair.

"N-no he wouldn't, i-i" Michael began to panic even more. "Michael, breath, please." Jeremy asked. "I-i was an a-an ass to h-him i-i derverve t-to d-die not h-him," Michael said in between sobs. Jeremy frowned, he couldn't take his boyfriend in this state. "Michael, you don't," Jeremy said. "I do!" Michael screamed as loud as he could. Jeremy had a fearful look on his face. Michael noticed the look. "O-oh my god- Jeremy i-im i-im sorry i-" Michael said. "M-mike, i-" Jeremy said.

"Im so fucking stupid-" Michael said throwing himself onto the ground. "Michael, can you come here?" Jeremy asked, Michael, scooted toward him. "Let's forget about this okay?" Jeremy asked. Michael nodded. "I-i don't wanna go back to those kids," Michael mumbled. "Do you want me to get Mr. guy to take your shift?" Jeremy asked. "N-no I want to go home and cuddle with you" Michael whined.

"With me?" Jeremy asked. "Yeah," Michael said. "I think we can get Mr, guy to close the pizzeria early come on let's go," Jeremy said, getting up. "I love you jere," Michael said. Jeremy smiled. "I love you too Michael Michael Afton," Jeremy said, chuckling at the end. "Oh okay, Jeremy Collin Fritzgreald." Michael said. "Ew no I hate my full name," Jeremy said. "So do i," Michael said. They laughed as they walked to Mr. guy's office together.