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ClueIess
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[2014-11-28 02:06:15 +0000 UTC]
"love deprived loser"
(United States)
# Statistics
Favourites: 986; Deviations: 164; Watchers: 540
Watching: 88; Pageviews: 42398; Comments Made: 10064; Friends: 88
# Interests
Favorite visual artist: WhyFavorite movies: The
Favorite TV shows: Fuck
Favorite bands / musical artists: Won't
Favorite books: This
Favorite writers: DAMN
Favorite games: Thing
Favorite gaming platform: Shut
Tools of the Trade: Up?
Other Interests: Your ass...
# About me
This man here is Jeremy Fitzgerald. Standing at an average height of 5'7", he ain't no short squirt. If you expected a sweetheart welllllllll-- you might want to go elsewhere. Because he's pretty much the brattiest person you may ever meet; he'll act like he's better than you and snatch things up from you. Some people call him a princess but most people laugh it off and realize that's just how he is. His attitude isn't shy from being an "asshole" or a "dick" but at times he's kind and caring. He's usually very aloof and clueless to many things and therefore asks loads of questions. And he isn't too shy to speak his mind. Unless of course, he likes you. Wink. Wonk.
His appearance takes on a twenty one year old male with light auburn hair and dark blue eyes. His hair is usually styled upwards, but it takes him almost 30 minutes to get it just "perfect." Jeremy has visible scars on his neck, upper back/shoulder blades and shoulders from a run in with Foxy. His uniform consists of a pale blue dress shirt with two breast pockets and a patch with a security guard logo on it. He also wears dress pants, a tie and a security jacket all of a similar dark blue color. The security jacket is usually tied around his waist, but he will sometimes drape it over his shoulders like a cape or wear it normally. Despite how formal his attire may be, he chooses not to wear dress shoes but rather red converse instead. At times, he wears a hat. Little be known, but he also has a tongue piercing.
Personality? Well, most people would lump him in as a typically tsundere. But in reality, he's more than that. Upon first encounter, he may act more curt and distant but if you can get him to warm up to you he may end up conversing with you. Whether you are friend or foe, you won't escape his teasing, which he merely does for fun. If he wants to get his way or just mess with you, he'll flirt and get close to you; maybe even act cutesy or innocent. Oh, he also thinks he's pretty attractive, hahaha, dork.
He isn't one for giving affection, necessarily, but will be genuinely sweet at times (but usually more loving towards people he likes) and may comfort people as he sees fit. Though he makes it very clear when he doesn't like you, if you don't get the hint that he wants you to fuck off go away, be prepared to work for acceptance. He often plays hard to get. Again, he's pretty bratty and stuck up, but if you can get him to accept you, then you may have found a new friend. But be careful, he's actually extremely clingy. Especially towards anyone he loves. Shhhh-
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Icon Buddies:
FRIENDOS:
| FoxyThePiratesFox | silvermizuki | airhorns |
| optimxstic : | GaIaxy-AngeI | IistIess |
| Iiqht | UltraMetaMaster64 | BrandonBunny75 |
| NoName-Foxycoon | fab-bun-ny | GoldenHallucination |
| StringIess | G-eron-imo | t-oasting |
| BLlTHE | Mike---Schmidt |
| Mike-5chmidt | n-ano-t-ech |
If I've forgotten you, please tell me!!
# Comments
Comments: 5489
"How would you feel if every damn thing you loved seemed to slip away from you? Because I'm pretty sure you'd feel like hell!"
🌸 Reply here with any ooc chatter or rps!
Check the index if you have any questions or feel free to ask me here or via note! 🌸
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( Just sorta fucking )
( tackle hugs Jer and clings to him )
( with this big happy grin )
" Dont tell Vinny or he's gonna kill us both. "
" But I snuck off to spend the day with you! "
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" Jeremy! How have you been? "
" I haven't seen you in ages !! "
" Still handsome as ever~ "
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i just realized that rebs jeremy is the only night guard vincent likes
but then he wants to gore your jere-
wait a second is vinny his boss now holy shit
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r ip
tfw your boss wants to stab you to death
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also his knife wants to stab u but she knows you'll die if she does
rip jer
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Cathy loves to stab but she hates hurting oops
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《 CYCAMORE. 》 Hey!! Oh my god, it's been such along time. :"
It's me, Anthaid-kid (don't worry, I'm no longer cringe. Unless it's memes.). I know we were never friends but woah this account hasn't died yet so.
I would talk to you from Anthaid-Kid but Jesus I've tried getting the password like fifty seven times or something and it hasn't worked.
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"Oh! Jeremy! Hhha, it's been a while!"
Doll sprinted to the nightguard, her arms soon wrapping around him. She gave a gentle squeeze, giggling excitedly.
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{ I managed a way into an old fnaf account }
{ are you proud }
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Mike took a breath in.
It had been a month since he had apologized to his ex.
And he didn't know how to make it less awkward than it already was.
He couldn't face Jeremy in person right now. So he decided to text him, again.
He typed out, "hey" and set his phone down, biting his lip.
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Jeremy was lying there, reading a book before he heard his phone make a sound next to him. Rarely ever did he recieve texts, aside from his small group of friends. He sat up and narrowed his eyes at his phone, reaching for it cautiously. A message from who? He opened his messages to see it was Mike, reading the previous messages he'd been sent, which were old. "what?" he text back, wondering what the hell Mike would still want with him.
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His heart seemed to skip a beat when he received the text back.
Mike took a breath in and picked up his phone again.
"do you still hate me?" He texted.
His stomach churned with the fear of rejection. He hated this feeling, but being a little bitch was the feeling he hated even more.
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Hate him...? Jeremy huffed as he read that message. Could how he felt about Mike even be described as hate? He couldn't believe Mike wanted to ask something so stupid.
"no_" he started to type but backspaced it. "don't be stupid." he said, sending it to Mike and awaiting a response.
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The man stared at the two letters surrounded by a grey bubble for a while.
He wasn't sure how to respond. But soon enough, he started to type again.
"i would hate me"
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Jeremy scoffed at the message, feeling struck with a sudden sadness to which he regarded as anger. He wanted to type out a long message to vent his frustrations upon Mike but decided to man up and say something else.
"whatever"
"can't we just forget it all?"
He knew very well that he wouldn't and was damn sure Mike wouldn't let it all go either. He shrugged a tear from his cheek that dared to dribble from his eye and stared harshly at the screen, waiting.
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"but i was a dick"
"and i hate myself for it" Mike texted back.
He pressed send and leaned his head back against the couch, groaning.
What an idiot he was. He hated guilt tripping, but it was the only thing he could do.
Man, this was hard. He wished he'd never left in the first place.
The man wished that he hadn't gone and fucked this all up.
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"you were a divk for leaving me"
"leavin without fuckinh goodbte"
Jeremy pressed send with the errors he'd made through his clouded eyes. Fuck. Could he have just one conversation with Mike without crying?! He slammed his head back against the headboard of his bed, breathing harshly as he chest heaved in an attempt to catch some oxygen. How he hated this. His chest burned and he felt like he couldn't dare read another message that this moron could conjure. Not that he could read much, what with all those tears in his eyes.
"you could jave tolf me godamn"
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Mike would read the texts from his ex, feeling his stomach twist with guilt.
He found it hard to breathe. He didn't want to text anymore. He would only fuck it up.
The brunette would drop his phone on the couch cushion and cover his face with his palms.
He shivered and started to cry.
It was an hour before Mike would respond again.
The whole time, he had been wallowing in self pity and watching television to fill the void in
his heart. He wiped his cheeks and picked up his phone.
He typed, "i wish i could make things better but i just cant and i hate it. i still love you and i dont know
if that means anything to you but its true"
Sent.
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Jeremy stared at his screen, watching for another message to come through. His eyes and nose were soon wiped dry to which he'd only sniffle occasionally. Through his wait he grew drowsy with his thoughts, trying to distract himself from the sadness. Just when he thought he'd never get a reply; just when he nearly passed out, his phone chimed. His heart started racing and he nabbed his phone a little embarassingly quick. He read the message over a couple of times feeling like he'd been punched in the throat.
"you can make it better"
"just by coming back"
"seeing you again"
"staying"
Great, he felt like an idiot for almost gushing about Mike. He wished he could delete every message he'd sent.
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Seeing as Jer replied quicker than he expected, he was pleasantly surprised.
He looked down at the messages, sighing. This was all so unexpected.
When he got a job at Freddy Fazbear's Fucking Shitty Ass Family Friendly Stupid Murder
Robot's Pizza, he didn't expect this to happen. Did anyone, really?
"i dont know where you are"
"and its like 3 am"
"but i dont care"
"ill rush over there"
"it might take a while though i lost my drivers license"
Mike sadly smiled at the last message. Now wasn't a time for joking,
but he had to relieve the tension somehow.
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Jeremy blinked in disbelief at what the meassages said. But he almost knew better than to trust Mike actually would stay... he'd told him he would so many time but ended up disappearing again and again. Maybe it was Jer's fault for being so clingy towards him. Maybe he needed to let go a little. People always come and go but some of them always come back. That was the odd thing about Mike. He'd leave and just when Jer felt like he was losing it, he came back, always seeming different than before. He caught himself chuckling a bit and he rolled to his back, phone above his face as he replied.
"where else do you think i am?"
"my place. you still remember the address?"
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"i think so"
"sorry again"
"i'll be over in a few"
Mike barely took time to get dressed, he practically zoomed from his couch to his room and then out the door.
His footsteps echoed as he ran throughout the neighborhood.
It was at least thirty minutes before he finally found Jer's house,
feeling his lungs burning and his legs aching.
He sheepishly walked up to Jer's door,
knocking awkwardly.
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Jeremy lie on his bed, staring at the messages he'd been sent, wondering if it were true or not. He wandered into a daze, dropping his phone on his chest. Maybe Mike was pranking him... maybe it was a dream.. maybe--!" Light knocking on his front door caught his attention and he sat quickly up in bed, his heart beginning to beat faster. He practically ran for the door, giving himself a brief moment before opening it. There stood the man. Mike looked out of breath and Jer couldn't believe he'd actually, from what it appeared, ran to his house. ".... Hey," Jeremy said, a little too casually.
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Mike swallowed and looked up at Jeremy.
"Saying that i'm sorry through text is dumb, right?
Well. Here I am. I'm sorry." He said, between breaths.
He shivered at the cold. And at the snow that had fallen into
his boots while running. And at the freezing wetness from
tripping while sprinting and falling into the snow.
He smiled crookedly, fumbling with something in his pocket
out of nervousness.
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Jeremy watched Mike's every movement and expression he made. He stood silent for a moment, his gaze harshening a bit. All Mike ever seemed to tell him anymore is that he was sorry. This sorry always came off as another small bandage trying to cover a gaping hole. Mike probably thought with enough sorries he could cover that wound completely and let it heal but it'd take more than a sorry for him to be forgiven. Despite the fact that it bothered Jeremy immensely, he knew Mike was trying hard and meant it. He sighed softly, frost appearing in his breath. "... I know. Come on in; you look cold," he said, stepping aside to allow Mike in.
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Mike did so, feeling the warmth of Jeremy's house against his
cold body with a delighted sigh. He would rub his hands together to create
friction and he walked towards the couch. Damn, it had been a while since he'd
been here. A wave of nostalgia washed over him as he looked around. "Do..
You have something warm to drink? Or something to drink at all, if you know
what I'm getting at?" He asked, staring at the ground, trying his best not to
make the situation worse.
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Jeremy closed the door behind Mike, glancing to his soggy shoes that were tracking on the carpet. He was about to make his way to the kitchen to do just that when he paused at the doorframe and looked back towards Mike. "Yeah, I can make us some hot cocoa," he said, a little colder than he meant to. ".. If you want." He knew Mike might want to drink as well; alcohol that is. But he didn't think he was prepared to have a lumbering drunk around his house-- especially with how bad things got when Mike was.
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Mike glanced over at Jeremy with a nod. He
politely smiled and then looked back at the carpet, his
smile faltering as he awkwardly sat there. He tapped
his foot on the ground and waited for Jeremy. A few moments
later, he found himself watching Jer though the doorway.
His cheeks flushed a little as he realized that he was being creepy.
Back to looking at the ground again.
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Jeremy went about fixing the cups up with warm milk and the cocoa mixture, stirring both of them well. He dug through a cupboard to find some marshmallows, placing a few in Mike's mug and a few extra in his own. Once he prepared both drinks, he began walking back to the living room. "I don't know how many marshmallows you like in your cocoa--" He stopped talking when he saw Mike hadn't moved from where he stood. "... You know you can sit down, right?" he asked Mike gesturing towards the couch and holding the mug out to Mike as he approached him.
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Mike realized he wasn't sitting, and he felt his cheeks
warm up in embarrassment as he took the mug of hot cocoa
and sat down quickly. "Y-Yeah, I forgot, I guess," he laughed,
quietly. He looked at the cup and the marshmallows bobbing in the
warm drink, and then up at Jer. He fixed his large scarf and blinked.
"So, while I was gone, what's been happening with you?" He asked,
trying to make conversation.
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Jeremy settled on a chair that was beside the couch, rather than on the couch beside Mike. He sipped his cocoa gently, his features crinkling slightly at the heat. He lowered his cup to his knees, frowning absently at Mike's question. His eyes a fixed in Mike's direction and he sighed softly, shrugging a shoulder. "Not much, honestly," Jeremy said, kicking his heel against the ground. Aside from missing every one of his friends, not much had gone on in Jeremy's life. Sure, he'd maybe read some novels or something but nothing he thought would interest Mike had happened.
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Mike nodded, cursing at himself for his shitty
attempt to make conversation. "You haven't been talking
to Meme?" He asked, taking a sip from the mug and feeling
the warm cocoa in his throat. He sighed from the nice warmness
that only lasted for a few seconds. Aside from the tension in the
room, this could be considered nice.
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