Display of affection || Jeremike Oneshots

Arrival

Edit: HAPPY PRIDE MONTH 🌈

At this point in time; Mikes seemingly only pressing concern was his influential tardiness to his new job.

He couldn't help it, turns out- getting a new alarm clock was now on his todo list for grocery shopping.
Despite having an empty fridge in a small broken down apartment, the only thing that stands on the list was the only tool that can pose the answer to actually getting out of bed on time.
What an aggravating morning, his unkempt hair was the product of said morning, but he did not care for the eccentrics, he already nailed his interview, so no point to doll yourself up now for your coworkers. He tapped his hands on the top of the steering wheel repeatedly, his car sat in the parking lot of his "new" job.
Michael's nervous behavior of fidgeting with the steering wheel was a cause for concern. Hiding it will be inevitable eventually, but only if a coworker was smart enough to grow suspicious of the man. His car sat barren, the scrappy small grey car was his last solitude for these thoughts, knowing his arrival had a strict purpose.

To find his father.

Michael itched at the thought, his father had done bad things yes, but confronting him about them? That is a death wish.
Especially in this place, Michael looked up at the sign plastered on the building.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaplace.

His breath was shaking in a tense manner, he pressed down the thought of the potential situation that would arise dare he even see his father again, the confrontation was unbearable to think about.

That alone made him grip the steering wheel. It sat firmly in his grasp as he let out a defeated sigh, and turned off the engine.

Michael's nerves had gotten to him, he placed his hands into his pockets as he solemnly walked from the parking lot to the front doors of the building.
Unsure what will face him, Michael carefully put his hand onto the door handle, the crickets behind him chirped loudly, he could hear them over his stressed heart beating rapidly in place. He breathed in and out. Hoping for some tiny miracle the moment he walks in.

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Jeremy grumbled to himself, anger rose in his mind, he wanted to keep grumbling for as long as it takes, however those noises were drowned out by the sounds of the mop whisking the floor with water.

the floor wet from the mop he carried around soaking with soapy water. He slapped it onto the ground with vigor, he did not imagine his night were to go like this.
Cleaning up after a party when his shift ended hours ago. Only for his manager to ask him to help train the new guy.
His checkered sneakers squeaked across the damp floor, continuing his annual labor, waiting for the inevitable new hire.
The night before, Jeremy had overheard that the new hire was one of the old owners children.
How ironic.
Despite that, the news had made him feel uneasy, he squinted his eyes and frowned to himself, hiring a spoiled rich kid who will continuously brag about how he owns the place will be the death of Jeremy. Just the thought made him feel queasy. He shifted uncomfortably, and lifted the mop back into the bucket.
Jeremy wiped his brow as a sign of a job well done, he smiled at the clean floor- rewarding himself with a grin.
It all came crashing down when he heard the bell ring as the door opened.
His hard earned smile dropped into a heavy burdened frown. He breathed in his anger and let out a calm sigh, He turned his body and lifted a forced smile on his face, closing his eyes hoping it'll all be over soon.

"Welcome to Freddy's, you must be the new hire?"

The moment he opened his eyes he felt a surge straight through his chest. It was so sudden and intense the stinging almost hurt. What he saw was the most beautiful person standing in front of him in that very moment.

Every emotion, every thought, and word he felt or said about this guy died in his throat. He stood upright, trying to comprehend the situation, he looked straight at him. And the guy, who looked stiff with surprise stared right back. The two seemed almost awe struck with one another. Their hearts began to beat so loud it flooded their ear canals.

Michael expected the night to go worse then he thought, however he seemed to have struck gold when he found himself face to face with the most handsome man in front of him. To him, it seemed like he is just an employee, his new coworker, and he had no complaints about that whatsoever.

The man in front of him, had shaggy blonde hair, dirty blonde with growing brown roots at the top, his hair curled slightly as it hit his shoulders, the man had beauty marks on the sides of his mouth, and freckles hidden under his eyes. And oh the eyes, the man's eyes were an autumn brown, deep and relaxing. Staring into his eyes felt like relaxing on a warm day while an autumn breeze hit you just right to sweep you off your feet and dance in the air, the trees you would see are all sorts of colors. Michael itched a smile on his face. Almost unintentionally, and received a smile from Jeremy. Who had his own perceptions of the man in front of him as well.

His thoughts of a spoiled kid had washed away in the water bucket in front of him. And was filled with a calm soundly beach, waves that relax your muscles the moment you hear them. The water was the most gorgeous blue. And to Jeremy, his eyes were that same color. He could practically see the waves in the man's eyes. His hair was ragged, but a nice brunette. His hair was very curly and Jeremy was almost lost in it. He pictured a completely different person and had now struck gold. Not for his insolence but for his suffering of manual labor. It has now paid off to be standing in front of someone like this.

The two were quiet for a moment, unsure how to proceed. But Michael had broken the silence after Jeremy spoke almost a million years ago.

"Hi, I'm Mike- Schmidt." His heart skipped a beat saying those words, introducing himself used to be easy, now why is it so nerve wracking?? He questioned himself in complete and utter disarray. Shaking as he held out his hand.

Jeremy proceeded to clasp it firmly with his own, which made his own heart nearly stop.

"Jeremy Fitzgerald." He replied.

"Nice to meet you," they both said in accidental unison. Which made them both shift nervously. A series of scared chuckles arose from it. As they turned to look at one another. Lost in each others eyes once again.

Snapping himself out of the trance, Jeremy turned.

"Would you like a tour?" He offered, with a half smile, he pointed his thumb to the other room after dropping the mop he had carried, the clack broken Michael's silence as he stepped forward in aspiration.

"Of course."

Without a second thought Jeremy grabbed his hand and ran with it, trying to catch up; Michael's foot jerked forward, and they began to run into the hallway. The only thought that filled Michael's mind wasn't about his father.
But how excited he was to be working here again.

For the right reason this time.