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Finding the perfect music for your OC as a ‘boss battle theme’ and the name even fits it

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jumpstarted [jeremy h. x reader] pt.2

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              What went from being a simple crush was blown into straight-up hardcore pining within a few weeks. After that pool party, it seemed like Jeremy’s friends had settled on taunting him by inviting you everywhere they went. He’d go get froyo with them on the hotter weekends when he wasn’t working, and miraculously you’d be there - invited by someone in the group with a knowing smile. Michael would be having a movie night and he’d just oh-so-casually throw out your name while he and Jeremy would be getting things together, and laugh when he’d fumble with the bag of M&Ms he’d been pouring into a bowl. To push it even further, Michael miraculously managed to get everyone on board with making the only space for Jeremy to sit (because they all knew Jeremy took forever before movies began just getting an extra soda so he wouldn’t have to get up later, and then would debate about what he’d want while the argument of what to watch was hashed out in the basement) was by you. He didn’t mind - he never minded, after all, because it was you - but the way your knee pressed into his own while you were entranced by the movie (and he’d never forget when you dozed off, your head falling against his shoulder while his heart pounded in his chest and he thanked whatever was looking out for him that everyone else had already fallen asleep by them) or the way you hid your mouth when you laughed (something he’d never understand - you were ethereal in his eyes) or the way your eyes lit up when he brought you a Kit-Kat when someone was kind enough to give him a warning that you’d be hanging out with them. What he had hoped would happen would be that he would be able to get over these messy feelings before senior year officially started. 

              But, of course, that wouldn’t have happened anyway. Jeremy knew for a fact that the day he’d be over you would be the day you went your separate ways for college - and he had been fine with that. He was fine with lying in bed at night and thinking about your laugh and your smile and your everything with red cheeks and a warm feeling in his chest. He was fine with looking at you and sometimes wondering what it’d be like to kiss you, to hold your hand, to fall asleep next to you or with your head on his chest and knowing you liked him back. He was fine with hearing your soft, teasing “Jeremiah?” when he got too lost in gazing at you, and the way you’d laugh it off and ask what’s up with him (something he always had to bullshit an excuse for, and thankfully you seemed to buy every single one) - and fuck, he realized how much he hated his full name but you made it sound like a song and he wanted to listen to it on repeat if you were the one singing it. His nerves made him especially fluttery around you, because you were you and he found you amazing in every way.

              And god, did he have it bad for you.

              But you liked it. You liked the way he got lost in your eyes sometimes, only for you to smile and make him fluttery and fidgety with the edge of his shirt while stuttering out an apology and a excuse you knew was bullshit (but it was cute to watch him get so nervous over you, because wow, he was cute). You liked teasing him with his full name from time to time, watching how his cheeks would flush and he’d smile at you like an idiot before resuming what he’d been saying with a small stumble over his words. When Jeremy rambled, you honestly fell in love with the passion he held for anything and everything - whether it be theatre or video games or science. The way he lit up was enough to make your heart skip a beat and send you into a tizzy, because you loved it when his smile reached his eyes and the exciting lift to his voice when he was just so damn happy. At first you thought it’d been his friends just being nice to you, inviting you along so that you’d have friends. The day you woke up with your head on Jeremy’s shoulder was the day you realized it’d been more than that. The butterflies in your stomach were enough to confirm the feelings that’d been budding and preparing to surprise you when you least expected it - because while you found Jeremy extremely cute and sweet and passionate, you hadn’t processed why you found yourself gravitated towards him so often. Part of you wanted to play for a little longer, to tease him and see how flustered he could get before you finally maybe made a move on him and asked him out (or, maybe you’d straight up kiss him out of frustration, because holy fuck you caught yourself staring at his lips too often and you kept wanting them to be on your own). You found yourself smiling when you got home, staring at your ceiling with a Kit-Kat on your dresser from Jeremy because he remembered your favorite chocolate. 

              That was the most frustrating part. Anyone and everyone could see the mutual pining between the two of you. It got worse when classes began and the two of you had classes together. Michael caught every single glance you stole towards Jeremy, Rich noticed his love-struck gaze from across the table, and Chloe was growing more and more aggravated with the fact neither of you seemed like you were intending on doing something about it - and no one else had any plans either. 

              So she took it into her own hands, for both you and Jeremy and for the sake of everyone around the two of you as well.

              When Chloe invited you to go to an amusement park one Saturday afternoon, you were beyond excited. Something about having some fun before the stress of senior year got to all of you. So you were glad to meet the group at the amusement park, happily chatting about the day ahead of you until you got inside the park and immediately were abandoned by everyone except for Jeremy. The way your heart hammered in your chest as you turned to face him, unsure of whether to run off or to stay with him. You didn’t know the park. Jeremy, on the other hand, did due to years of going there with Michael.

              “I can, uh,” Jeremy started as he stepped to your side, “show you the best rides since...” He paused, looking around, “I guess everyone already had plans?”

              “I’d like that,” you said with a small smile.

              As Jeremy walked away, you quickly fell into step beside him. He pointed out every ride with a story to tell from years before, rambling on and on while he guided you around and in lines. He warned you about everything - the fast, thrill rides that he’d grown to love over years of building confidence (a few of which you had to withdraw from, Jeremy glad to redirect you elsewhere) and the worst places to get certain snacks and the games that were definitely rigged because he and Michael had been trying to win at them for years and they totally didn’t suck at them (you laughed at that, and Jeremy blushed, and then you blushed, and for a moment the two of you were just laughing stupidly at such a small comment). You found yourself reaching for his hand on a thrill ride, gripping it tightly as you screamed. 

              The moment you were off, you turned to Jeremy, “sorry about that.” When he stared at you curiously, you continued, “I think I crushed your hand.”

              “Oh!” He then cracked into a small smile, scratching the back of his neck, “I didn’t mind.” He paused, before looking around, “why don’t, uh, you chose something?”

              You immediately knew what you wanted. “You aren’t afraid of heights, right?” You asked with a smile.

              He understood immediately and grinned back at you. “Not with you around,” he immediately dropped his grin before realizing what he said and you only chuckled in response.

              You reached for his hand, slipping yours into his while looking up at him for any sign of discomfort. He only smiled at you. So you smiled back again. “Good.”

              Thirty minutes later and the two of you were climbing into a car and waiting for the Ferris wheel to start. Every step of the way, you glanced to Jeremy in attempts to read him and make sure that he wasn’t uncomfortable. True to his word, he seemed calm with you at his side. When the ride jerked to life, you felt his hand grasp yours tightly for a moment before relaxing. And as fate would have it, you felt the cliche come to life as the car stopped with you and Jeremy at the very top - tightly holding hands and smiling like idiots at one another.

              “You scared?” You asked, a teasing little tone to your voice.

              “With you here? Never.” And then he realized his words and he pulled his gaze away from yours. “Hey, uh, [y/n], I have something I, uh... want to tell you-”

              Before he could finish, you only laughed softly. “I like you too, you big dork.”

              He whipped around to face you. “Wait, you-” 

              “Yes, Jeremiah, I know you have a big ass crush on me,” you smiled, “I’m just surprised you didn’t realize I like you back since I wasn’t exactly hiding it.”

              “This... is going to sound really cliche, but...” The way his cheeks and the tips of his ears turned red gave away what he was about to ask you.

              “Yes.” You beamed, “you can kiss me, Jeremy.”

              His face burned with heat as he leaned forward, and you met him half-way, lips about to touch right as the ride jerked back to life. He scrambled back from you, face still red as a tomato as he looked away, rambling under his breath about of course this would happen he was right about to kiss you and he really wants to kiss you and-

              Before he could finish his hurried mutterings, you got his attention and took your chance and you kissed him. He tensed up slightly at first, only for relax, and you pulled back for barely a second before he was kissing you again. The moment the car had lowered to a certain point the two of you drew back, smiling at one another with sunkissed skin and an ever warmer feeling resting in your chests. Maybe it was cliche, but... you didn’t mind.

              After all - it was Jeremy. You were glad it was Jeremy you fell for - and nothing would ever change that.