Snuggles And Nuzzles (Fluff Oneshots)

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JEREMY'S POV

"OUCH! PACMAN NO- STOP!"

I immediately stop stirring my brownie mix and listen again.

"JEREMY!" Michael screams from downstairs. I burst into action. I hurriedly untie my apron and hang it on a hook we have by the fridge.

I turn the corner and rush downstairs. Our cat pacman scurries past my feet and leaps up the stairs. Michael sits on the ground next to the couch with many scratches on his arms and one on his face.

Tears well up in his eyes and one drips down to sting the cut on his face. His lip quivers helplessly.

"Oh my lord, Micha, what in the world happened?!" I exclaim sitting across from him and examining his wounds.

"Ouch." He says silently.

"Sorry." I say back realizing that theres another one that I didnt see and I just pressed down on it. "What happened?"

"W-well, I saw this cute little cat Christmas sweater at target, and I was like 'Wow that would look really cute on Pacman' so I bought it, b-but he scratched me." I he cried.

I know I shouldn't laugh, but I just have to. "Michael, what made you think putting a sweater on a CAT would be a good idea." I asked hiding a smile.

He wiped one of his tears with his finger. "I dont know." He said quietly defeated. He shrugged his shoulders and looked down.

"Okay, let's go get you some bandaids." I chuckle. He weakly nods as I help him up.

We walk up the stairs to get to the main bathroom where our first aid kit sits in the cabinet. I set him down on the toilet and get the box of bandages and some neosporin.

Carefully, I take a cloth and damp it with warm water. I delicately take his arm. I take care of the larger ones first.

The first one almost looks like he has a giant paper cut. Small droplets of blood form along the broken skin. I dap it with the cloth to clean it, then I put some neosporin on the largest size bandaid.

I lay it down atop the cut and trace the edges to make sure it's on right.

"Pacman sure did mess you up, huh." I laugh. His tears have started drying by now, but he still isnt in the best mood so he just sits there rather pathetically.

I continue with the process over three times. I clean it, use some neosporin, and place the bandage on. Then, it's on to the next arm.

His right arm isnt as bad as the left. The wounds dont go very deep. Only one of them looks like they need a bandaid, and that is one right below his thumb on his hand.

I lay the bandage down and his arms are all good. Sure there are a few minor scratches but those should be gone in a day.

Lastly, I look up to his face. On his right cheek is a scratch that doesnt bleed, but is red and irritated. I pick up my rag to clean his face, but he flinches away.

"Jesus christ, Michael. Your twenty four, not a child." I say amused. He sighed and let me hold his jaw to keep him in place.

"There all better." I say satisfied. I kiss his nose making him scrunch up his face cutely.

"Now what do'ya say we go make some brownies?" I ask to brighten the mood because I know brownies are his favorite.

His eyes take on a glitter and his past sorrows slowly fade away. He nods enthusiastically and runs out to the kitchen while I put away the first aid. Hes such a dork.

I come out of the bathroom to see his dipping his finger into the mix I made.

"Michael, stop it!" I roll my eyes. He quickly grabs another fingertip and scurries to the other side of the kitchen.

I laugh and continue to stir. Next thing I know he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder.

He watches me stir, probably wishing he could just eat the whole bowl of batter.

"Can we put weed in it?" He asks seriously.

"Wha- Michael, no. We are not putting weed into these brownies." I scoff with a smile.

"Aww, why not. It would make them so much better!"

"Michael, your a dork."

"What! I just like weed."

"I know that babe. But these are my brownies. If you really want, you can make your own and do whatever you want with them."

"... But just like.. a little?"

"Michael no."

"Fine. But next time."

"Uh... no."

He pouted giving me puppy eyes. I laughed rolling my eyes and pecking a kiss on his nose. He scrunched up his face apon contact. For such a cute little fluff ball, he sure does like drugs.

"Alexa- play Christmas music." I call out. She beeps and starts playing silent night.

"Alexa, skip." Michael tells her boredly leaning against the counter.

"What was that for?" I ask starting to oil the pan and pour In the batter.

"I want some banger Christmas music, none of this slow stuff" he replies. I scoff playfully rolling my eyes. 'All I Want For Christmas' starts playing, familiar by its opening notes. Michael's face lights up right away.

He grabs a wooden spoon from the drawer quickly and starts singing into it. He over exaggerates the notes and riffs too much, but his voice is still smooth and silky.

I place the pan into the oven, bring careful not to touch the oven, while Michael litterally gets up on the counter and starts dancing.

I stand up and set a timer on the oven, unaware of what is going on behind me. I catch a glimpse of him from the reflection on the microwave. I finally turn around and burst out laughing.

His eyes are closed, which probably isnt the safest, and he bends over singing into the spoon. It's like I have my own private concert right here in my kitchen.

Once I stop laughing so much he gets down and let's his legs hang over the side of the counter. I smile calmly and hand him the whisk to lick. I take my finger and swipe it along the inside of the bowl.

I walk towards Michael and hop up with him. He rests his head on my shoulder whilst cleaning the whisk off.

He peaks up to me to see I have lots of batter surrounding my lips. "You've got a little something there." He comments.

I look down at my nose, then realize I wont be able to see my own lips. I lick around them getting a good amount of chocolate off.

"Heere, let me." He giggles grabbing a paper towel from behind us and delicately wiping off my lips. He grins and pecks my lips right after.

"There, perfect." He laughes.