(if I Could Start Again A Million Miles Away): Jeremy & Michael. - Tumblr Posts

Hey guys look at my Jeremike designs, I care them a lot You're gonna have to suffer through me talking about them 24/7

Was this another excuse to draw @birdie-ghost ’s boys? Maybeeee

RAAAAAH IT’S TOONA’S BLORBOS TIME !!! @toonamayo

Like Real People Do

dont think ive posted these jeremichael doodles

BREAKING NEWS:

A British boy was suspended from school this morning for causing the biggest fight in school history. His father was furious and threatened to kill him if this happened again.

fnaftober day 9 - breaking & entering. Here's jeremike fucking around and finding out

MICHAEL LIGHTS UP WHEN HE SEES THE GIFT THE UNIVERSE HAS BROUGHT HIM — AND AT THE BREAKFAST. Jeremy’s smile is reward enough for his shitty minimum wage job and even makes the other baggage shrink for a moment: hastening his way towards his friend, Michael greets him with a faint smile of his own, brimming with delight to see him. “ My hero, ” he says, stifling a yawn and tugging off that night security vest, “ what’d I do without you, huh ? ”

He’s always found his uniform constricting. How could he not? Working in a place with more memories than he cares to admit, for a man he knows deep down is a monster. Night shift is kinder to him than day shift, where he cannot shrink away from the bright sunlight and the knowledge that what his father does what he does is hurting innocent people. When he’s the only one there, he can stew in those thoughts in peace . . . If he’s not being attacked by animatronics from all sides, obviously.

But being with Jeremy — well, when he manages to forget about his injury, about the brimming fears that his own and his father’s tampering had been the cause of the Mangle malfunction — gives him a chance to breathe. To feel a modicum of normalcy again. “You’re literally my favourite person of all time, I hope you know that,” he says, dismissing his thoughts and nodding towards the bag, “ it hit 4am and I got hungry as hell. ” Gone is the heavy weight on his shoulders, the stoop of his posture: around his friend Michael stands a little taller, regains a light in his tired eyes. “ But hey, I survived. How was your night? ”

❛ i know who i am when i’m alone. i’m something else when i see you. ❜ / tossing michael (@bitterborne) at you first ! !!

❝ I know who I am when I'm alone / I'm something else when I see you ❞ | prompt by @bitterborne !

the uniforms changed when the toy animatronics were stashed ... what's what Jeremy was told at least . yet he still held onto his uniform . one set stained crimson - the other in perfect condition ...

those pastels stood out to him every morning . sitting on the edge of his dresser . colours he wouldn't forget .

Michael's uniform held a darker scheme . deep midnight colours and black . blending in with the nights he patrolled .

Jeremy didn't like that uniform . but it seemed to suit Mike . whom ; after his shift , Jeremy had met up with . providing food and company .

he didn't fit in with the sun . Jeremy knew that . where he basked in the sunlight and beamed even after his injury . Mike held the night with him . his friend was a solemn creature .

yet . observant as he was , he took notice of that bit of sunlight .

much like this morning when he greeted him . a bag of breakfast burritos in hand and a beaming smile . he saw the change in body language in his presence .

" another night come and gone ~ I got you an extra hashbrown . "

He can’t quite meet his eyes. Gaze downcast, heart crawling up his throat traitorously, Michael nods shortly, struggles to get words out past his burning lungs. When he manages to reply, it’s strained. “ ‘Course, ” he mumbles: Jeremy wouldn’t be saying that if he knew the truth ——— “ Thanks, man. ”

❓ “would you ever forgive me if i did you wrong?” [ from @bitterborne :’) ]

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oh , Mike ... ❝ whatever you're thinking it is not true . you'd have to knowingly and completely betray me to ever push me to unforgiveness ... ❞