#jeremy fell in love at first sight

[infictionalwonderland]

okay- so jeremy gilbert x reader, where jeremy is a bit of a player, and has played y/n in the past, when they were in middle/high school, but he realizes that he messed up because he had true feelings for y/n but y/n has moved on and is happier without him, and maybe during his vampire hunter era ? thanks in advance !!

i gotchu girl x

There was a time you would’ve done anything for him, Jeremy knew.

There was a time when a hint of pleading in his voice and a flash of a roguish grin would’ve gotten him anything he wanted from you. Sweet, charming you. The two of you used to be close—when you moved to mystic falls and joined their high school, he’d been the first person to befriend you (you thought he was just about the most lovely boy you’d ever met; he only approached you cause he thought you were a knockout)

Boys and girls alike continued to befriend you and attempt to woo you through the first weeks of your time at Mystic Falls High, and while you responded to the friendships (not the wooing, expect one girl whose smile almost made you collapse) very enthusiastically and amiably, no one could seemed to beat that Jeremy Gilbert, the sweet as sugar boy who made you actually enjoy coming to school.

But too much sugar causes cavities, in time.

Jeremy was apparently a known player although you’d always wave off that notion with a scoff, you’d never so much as seen him with a girl! What rubbish. Whenever you were around, he was always on your arm, making you smile and laugh as bright at the beaming sun in the sky. Making your heart stutter and flutter with each boyish grin and the raspy depth of his voice, and like a fool, you fell right into his awaiting arms.

Before Jeremy, you had kissed people just not necessarily with such passion or meaning—both of which he pulled from you with practised ease. He was your first everything (pretty much) and he assured you that you were also his firsts—fucking scumbag.

One by one he plucked away of those experiences and you were more than happy to let him to so, a glance at him was all it took and you were beyond gone. But you had thought you were both gone, his soft lips that you’d familiarised yourself immensely with were always pulled into that smile that you knew your own face mirrored, and in his shockingly muscular arms, rested upon his chest, you’d felt nothing but security and bliss.

Until you didn’t.

There was no explanation to his actions, one moment he was spending his time with you in your home—affectionately greeting your family and in that sweet sweet routine you both had which you adored with your whole heart.

And then. . well. He stopped messaging you. He never showed up (he’s probably just busy, Mom said—he did have a summer job, you had tried to reason). So you went to the grill, where his summer job was and there Jeremy, your Jeremy, was. Standing behind the bar, the uniform clinging to his muscled body with a shark like grin on his face, looking at the trio of girls in front of him like they were his prey. Long gone was that sweet smile that curved up on his lips beautifully, that expression so sugary, when you kissed his skin you practically taste the sweetness—the hidden message, drawn into the mass of sugar and honey and all things saccharine.

He glanced your way from a few seconds, evidently catching sight of you, and just have you a too short nod with that same predatory grin; no tells of fondness, of the memories that you were sure were embedded so deeply into your own skull (and heart) they would never fade.

There was a time were you would’ve done anything for him, Jeremy knew that—he was so aware of the fact it haunted him almost every day.

Haunted him through the careless glances you gave him in the halls of your shared school or pathways of your town. Haunted him through the unabashed tune of your laughter, a sound which he used to be able to cause all the time. Haunted him through the deep and genuine grins you were wore, unaffected by him and his lack of presence in your life.

He had fucked up.

So so so bad.

But now his life was even more fucked up, original vampires killing you his family members every other week, his sister being one of those vampires—and—and now, he wanted to kill them all, kill his own sister because for some godforsaken reason the universe thought that he, Jeremy Gilbert, should be a vampire hunter.

What a joke.

And now. . all he wanted was for you to hug him, to kiss him, to comfort him through all of this. To tell him you loved him, tell him everything would be okay, tell him you’d keep him safe, cherish him.

He craved those things so much his heart ached his chest—but it was his fault.

It’s not as though you’d chose to leave because you longer wanted to tell him those things, to hold him against your chest, to have him in your life. . he had left you, of his own accord, and now he was paying the price.

He watched you now, from behind the bar at the grill, messily and carelessly wiping down the surface; it was karaoke night and your friend was up on the stage singing some song he couldn’t recognise but you—you were smiling so brightly from your seat in your booth he was blinded and yet also unable to look away, you and your other friends were unabashedly singing along with her and laughing throughout, dancing faintly in your seat.

You looked so fucking happy, he felt his heart pound and break at the same time.

“You messed up, man.” Matt said bluntly as he noticed where his gaze had gone to.

Yes.

He very much fucking had..

[my-intrusive-stories]

Who Fell First, and Who Fell Harder?

Engen - You Fell First, and You Fell Harder

People describe Engen as many things–terrifying, powerful, obsessive–but throughout the years of being his subordinate, you saw what others couldn’t. Engen’s occasional dry humor, rigid work ethic, and determination were aspects of the villain’s personality that others never experienced. Every day, you felt your admiration for Engen grow. It was only a matter of time before you fell for your handsome leader.

When you finally fell in love with Engen, you fell hard. The mere sight of him would cause your heart rate to increase abnormally fast. It soon became difficult to form coherent sentences around the man, often resulting in you running away while trying to hide your embarrassment. Unbeknownst to you, Engen reciprocated your feelings but was waiting for you, his cute little subordinate, to muster the courage to confess.

Chaos - You Fell First, and He Fell Harder

It’s not hard to fall for Jeremy Bernstein. He’s a bit chaotic (hence his hero name), but Jeremy is still charming. What’s not to like about his bright smile and dedication to justice? As you carefully treated his wounds, you imagined a future with the hero. Maybe if he had someone to come home to, he’d take better care of his health.

Not long after you caught feelings for Chaos, he found his eyes straying toward you at every opportunity. Jeremy loved everything about you, from how you executed your work professionally to how you weren’t afraid to tell him off. The happiest moment in his life was when you scolded him for being so reckless and let it slip that you loved him. As he kissed you sweetly, Jeremy realized he would do anything to keep you safe.

Bishop (Padrius Encilion) - He Fell First, and You Fell Harder

Surprisingly, Padrius was the first to be struck by Cupid’s arrow. You were always a reliable assistant, whether filling out paperwork or playing chess with him. Little by little, the Elder found himself seeking your companionship. Soon, teasing remarks became a staple of your conversations with Padrius. His ultimate goal was to see your flustered face.

One day, you realized your boss was intentionally teasing you. At first, you were wary. Bishop liked to pick on most people, so his words weren’t out of character. What was strange, though, was his accompanying actions. He’d brush against your hand, pull out your chair, or even whisper lowly in your ear. It wasn’t good for your heart. On the outside, you managed to stay stoic, but on the inside, you were a mess. You were in love with the ruler of Cloud Garden. Everything came together when Padrius saved your life from a rogue assassin. He teasingly said he deserved a reward, so with a racing heart, you went to kiss his cheek, but he turned so your lips met instead.

Yushin - He Fell First, and You Fell Harder

You’d been by Yushin’s side for most of his life, so it was no wonder he adored you. The way you dedicated yourself to training and confidently carried yourself was undoubtedly attractive to him. You were a force of nature. Having committed to training, Yushin thought you wouldn’t be interested in a relationship, so he tried not to burden you with his feelings.

Years later, after the Skysword defeated Yushin, you took care of your lifelong friend. You were his pillar of support. Something in your heart changed during that period. Over time, you realized that the warm feeling in your chest was love. Ever attentive, Yushin noticed the sudden changes in your mannerisms. Why did you, someone who could stand up to the Skysword, seem so nervous around him? To his surprise, you blurted out you were deeply in love with him. A smile adorned the swordsman’s face. The feelings he buried long ago were finally reciprocated.

Jintae Yang - You Fell First, and He Fell Harder

Life is unexpected. You never thought you’d become a villain, yet you became a follower of Jintae Yang. His charisma and ambition drew you in. Perhaps that’s why you soon found yourself pining over your leader. If Jintae wanted to reshape the world according to his vision, you’d be by his side working towards it.

Jintae first discovered his fondness for you after you took a blow meant for him. The sight of your bloodied body filled him with panic and rage. After dispatching the assailant and healing your wounds, Jintae demanded to know why you got injured in his stead. You simply smiled and said your body moved on its own. Later, when you jumped in front of the Executioner, Jintae willingly sacrificed his eyes to ensure your survival. You were frantic, trying to figure out why he’d do such a thing, but the young swordsman opted to kiss you instead of explaining. 

Bagna - He Fell First, and He Fell Harder

Bagna isn’t the brightest in terms of emotions. Rachel easily tricked him into thinking he was in love with Ihwa and Engen (he was just scared). So when he starts to grow feelings for you, he isn’t sure what they are. His first impression is that he’s sick. After all, why would his palms become sweaty and his heartbeat accelerate? Luckily, Vector helped the fire wielder understand his feelings.

When you’re happy, Bagna is happy. He goes out of his way to help you with every problem you face, even if the methods are unconventional (burning the couch you stubbed your toe on was some of his proudest work). The slightest praise from you fills him with satisfaction. It’s like there’s a flame-lobbing puppy at your beck and call. Of course, the young man’s sweet gestures don’t go unnoticed. After you confess, Bagna realizes he has two goals now: to ignite the hottest flame and to protect you.

[kiss-my-freckle]

Full Episode Commentary

2x1: The Return

It doesn't take much to understand Damon's character.

Damon's journey in season 2 becomes Elena's in season 6. I often refer to Elena as Damon's Liam. Different than Liam in the fact that she's in the know about vampires, and Damon already fell in love with her, but you get the idea. If you want to see Elena un-fall for Stefan in season 3, pay close mind to Damon un-falling for Katherine in season 2. This is a tragic episode, but necessary for Damon's character journey. The first step in rehabilitation is admitting the problem, and Damon doesn't believe he has one. He's... currently content with who he is.

They open season 2 where they left off in the season one finale. Katherine is in the kitchen, cutting off John's fingers and stabbing him in the gut. I'm 100% certain this is about John trying to kill her Salvatore boys. She's possessive that way. Elena walks into the house, having no idea Katherine got herself an invite because she's a doppelganger. She hears the struggle in the kitchen and finds John on the floor, clutching at his gut wound. John tries to warn Elena that Katherine is behind her, but she disappaears before Elena catches sight of her. When Katherine leaves, Elena rushes to check on Jeremy. He overdosed on pain pills after drinking Anna's blood. "You mean I'm not a vampire? Damn it!" lol… Jeremy is fun to watch because even though he has a lot in common with Elena, he's just as different. Elena has Stefan checking to see if Jeremy is a vampire. He's not, and he's upset about it. Stefan smacks Jeremy and puts fear into him by lying. While he is being honest about Anna's blood leaving Jeremy's system, it's not as quick as Stefan makes it sound. Her blood is still in his system when Stefan threatens him.

Bonnie has guilt to feel when she meets up with Matt. She knows the Gilbert device affected Tyler, and Caroline is in the hospital because of it. When Damon makes his way to the hospital, Liz pulls him aside to talk about Mayor Lockwood. He hides his knowledge because admitting he was there is an automatic admission he's a vampire. This is the episode he starts to care about Caroline. He would've healed her using his blood and done so for Liz, but he runs into Bonnie and Elena standing outside her hospital room. Liz cries in Damon's arms, and I find it altogether beautiful.

Bonnie and Elena are mid-conversation when Damon rolls up to Caroline's hospital room. As I said, he was planning to heal her on his own, but why not try to kill two birds with one stone. Damon offers to heal Caroline, but Elena refuses. It's because of her guilt that Bonnie is hard-pressed for Damon to heal her. He tries to use his healing powers to strike a truce between him and Bonnie. "No. But you'll do it anyway. For Elena." When Damon gave Elena the Gilbert device, he revealed himself to Bonnie. She's smart like Isobel that way. It didn't take Damon long to prove he's willing to die for Elena. Bonnie had him dead in her father's basement. Yeah, that man will do anything for Elena. Not necessary for Elena to know that Damon is in love with her, but she should know he'd do anything for her should she choose to help change him.

Damon talks to Elena about the porch kiss. Elena thinks a tomb vampire got into her house. She has no idea it was Katherine. They think Damon was bad lol… Katherine is worse because she doesn't care about Elena the way Damon does. "If you want to forget what happened, fine, but I can't." When he actually kisses Elena, it will require compulsion for her to forget lol. When Jenna shows up, Damon realizes he kissed Katherine rather than Elena. She enters the Gilbert residence pretending to be Elena and hugs Stefan. It doesn't take him long to realize she's Katherine. Different for him because he's been dating Elena for an entire season, so he would feel that difference. "At least I fooled one of you." Stefan doesn't have to know, he wants to know… there's a difference. He digs for the sake of starting a fight with Damon. "What happened tonight when you thought she was Elena?" Absolutely nothing stops Stefan. When he wants to start a fight, he starts a fight. This is one of the scenes I point out whenever I talk about Stefan being the stronger brother. Damon is courageous, but he's not stupid. He's using Elena as a shield because he knows Stefan won't go through her to get to him.

Elena invited Damon and Stefan, Jeremy invited Noah, and Jenna invited Katherine. Apparent the house is in all their names, so John would have to put it in his name for them to rescind Katherine's invite. "She's Katherine. She loves to play games, and you're fooling yourself if you think you're going to find out what she's been up to before she wants you to know." Damon is almost always right, and he's speaking from experience. He kept the tomb a secret for 145 years, and only spoke of it when he chose to. "John could know something through Isobel. Your mother, she was in touch with Katherine, so maybe we can go to the hospital and get him to talk." Elena is hardly ever right. She doesn't know how deep John's hatred goes. But Damon does. He just watched John kill Anna ffs. "Stake [her], rip [her] head off, something poetic. We'll see." Damon isn't specific to Katherine.

Killing Jeremy is something poetic.

Putting Elena in the position to hate him by killing Jeremy is only half the equation. For it to be the beginning of Delena's love story, Damon has to be someone Elena would fall in love with. Killing Katherine would've done nothing. Killing Jeremy does everything. That's why the kill is poetic. When Katherine takes over Elena's body in season 5, she pushes him back into the kind of monster that would kill Jeremy. Knowing this, you should know what killing Jeremy does to Damon in 2x1. It has the opposite effect.

Bonnie is back at the hospital, visiting with Caroline after Damon healed her the night before. "I'm just happy you're okay." It's pretty to see Bonnie crying because Caroline is okay, but her hate for Damon is gonna upend everything. "We have to stick together, okay? Trust each other, we'll get through this." Damon is playing peacemaker for Liz and Carol, and his comment is one of the beautiful things I love about Delena. It's what makes them work.

I don't know why, but I love the fact that Liz and Carol both end up with supernatural kids. Probably the fact that parents should have that one person they can relate to. Liz and Carol can relate to each other, so neither one are in it alone. "So the black sheep returns." Mason drives the supernatural issue for Damon. He knows that whatever they are, Mason is different from Tyler and his father. He's the reason Damon feels the need to investigate.

"My daughter should have driven a stake through your heart by now." As hateful as John is, no parent in their right mind would want their child dating a vampire. Elena should understand this given the parental role she's taken with Jeremy. Elena expects John to be okay with her dating a vampire, but has a problem with Jeremy dating one and fully expects him to stay out of their supernatural business. Elena has to accept the reality that Jeremy will do what he wants just as she does.

"You see the world with such hatred. It's gonna get you killed." This is another parallel John has with Damon. That's why Damon nearly dies as John does. "You know the hate you're feeling towards Stefan? Towards everyone? You think you have it under control, but you don't. It will get the best of you." Different as Damon lived in truth while Stefan lived in denial. Stefan was able to enjoy the world while hating Katherine. Damon hated the world while loving her. If not for Stefan's ability to twist his love into hate, he'd be more like Damon. And if not for Lexi, he'd probably be in a prison world like their mother. Stefan flipped his lid because Anna risked turning Elena while Damon's blood was in her system. Now he force-feeds John his blood and threatens to turn him into a vampire. Stefan only needs his girlfriend to be human, he doesn't need her father to be. Stefan has a tendency to pull pages from other peoples playbooks. Rarely does he have an original thought.

Liz piques Damon's interest when she tells him Mason wants nothing to do with the council. Avoid like Mason or infiltrate like Damon, they don't wanna get caught. Damon uses investigations as distractions. He'll investigate either way, but actually bury himself in it when he and Elena are at odds. Katherine is wickedly courageous showing up at the Lockwoods pretending to be Elena. Even though I don't like her, she's sexy af. "Now, I need to go find Damon. No Elena, he tried to kiss you. I'm not okay with that." Stefan is still aching to fight with Damon, and he's been this way since Isobel's episode.

"Speaking of your guilt, how's Caroline?" Hilarious because he's speaking truth. Say what they want about Damon, but they always turn to him when they have a problem. Bonnie's talking to him about the Gilbert device affecting the Lockwoods. "Yes, Bonnie, I would love to know why a non-vampire was tortured by the vampire torture device that you let John Gilbert use against us." Bonnie has been building up her Damon-hate since the night he nearly killed her in 1x9, screwing herself in the process. She thinks she's venting to Elena, but she's venting to Katherine. She might as well have told her to go kill Caroline. "Oh, my god! Damon drives me crazy. He's walking around like he's some kind of hero for healing Caroline when it's his fault all of this happened in the first place." Bonnie is pissed at Damon because he threw her guilt in her face while she judged him for his past actions. Easier to pass blame than carry it yourself. An issue that remains constant for Stefan.

I consider the vampire device and its effects on everyone to be Bonnie's fault rather than Damon's. Utlimately, Mayor Lockwood's death is her fault as much as it is John's. However, I like Bonnie's hate for Damon because it shows what hate does to people. When Bonnie touches Katherine, she realizes she's not Elena because she gets that same death vibe. She rushes into another room to call Elena. When Katherine gets her cornered, Bonnie tries to do her head trick, and is quick to learn that she's much more powerful than Damon. I happen to love it when Bonnie does her head trick on Damon, but Katherine's strength makes me wonder how she would've faired with the vampire device. Katherine choke-slams Bonnie against the wall and draws her fangs. I don't know what it is about Katherine, but… she starts to underestimate Bonnie when she shouldn't.

"Damon was much happier to see me, then again, he thought I was your girlfriend, so…" Stefan saves Bonnie just so Katherine can torture him instead lol. Katherine is avoiding Damon. "Damon's here, somewhere. I've been avoiding him." Partly because he's madly in love with her, and partly because if anyone is gonna figure out her plans… it will be him. She works like Isobel, that's why she drops in to see Damon at the end of the episode.

Katherine picked the wrong brother to love, that's for sure. Damon has to un-fall for Katherine. Until he does, Elena only has him to a certain extent. It's like… you can feel the power shift when Damon un-falls for Katherine. Elena ends up with an insane amount of control over him.

Jenna, Elena, and Jeremy show up at the Lockwoods. Elena stops to talk to Damon.

"That's not a surprise." Elena isn't surprised that Damon would kiss her, but Stefan sure is lol

"I'm surprised that you thought I would kiss you back." Ah, to be young and naive. Jeremy's whole Vicki-Anna shift should've given her a clue. Similar to the way a lot of their episodes are written, their seasons tend to end opposite how they start. It's gonna take Elena 21 episodes to kiss Damon back.

Bonnie interrupts to tell them about Katherine. Tyler and Jeremy bond for a moment… over the loss of their fathers. As great as I think it is for Tyler to be around family, Mason didn't have to interrupt them and act as if he's the only one that can be there for Tyler. He's a dick to Jeremy, but that's just my opinion. Katherine talks to Stefan about how the Lockwoods struck it financially because they stole from the vampires they tried to kill in 1864. Typical of the founding families. They did the same to the Bennett witches.

"Don't flirt with me, Katherine. I'm not Damon, I haven't spent 145 years obsessed with you." Stefan takes every chance he can to slam Damon. Apparently, ignorance is bliss. At least Damon has been living his truth. If Damon wanted, he could slam Stefan for living in denial for 145 years. Stefan would rather paint Katherine a complete monster than admit he fell in love with her. He finds it easier to play the victim than own his shit. "Yeah, based on your choice of women, I'd say otherwise." Katherine is pretty damn hilarious. Damon has an excuse. But Stefan… he waited 145 years just to get emotionally involved with her doppelganger. I mean… had Damon known Katherine's true feelings, he likely would've moved on and fallen in love with someone else long ago. "I was never in love with you, Katherine. You compelled me. So none of my feelings were real." It takes an insane level of dedication to believe your own lies, but this is what Elena does with her love for Damon in season 3. That's why Alaric has a problem finding her signature moment. Denial is one of many things Stefan and Elena have in common. It's what makes Stelena last longer than they should've. "If I admit it, if I even thought it for just a second… What does that say about me?" Stefan is likely in denial about falling in love with Katherine for the same reason Elena is in denial about falling in love with Damon. "Well the truth is you're the same lying, selfish, manipulative bitch that you've always been." Funny how Stefan fell in love with said lying, selfish, manipulative bitch… how he didn't have a problem loving her until he found out she's a vampire. "You hate me, huh? That sounds like the beginning of a love story, Stefan, not the end of one." Not a comment that works for Steferine, but it does for Delena.

"Oooh, cover up, Fabio." lol… tbh, I never understood the fascination with Fabio. "You better watch out, looks like Katherine is trying to steal your guy." Stefan's actually gonna sit there and lie about Katherine trying to get with him. I honestly don't know how Elena does it because this guy just can't stop lying to her. It hasn't even been that long since he last lied to her lol. "Because you feel something for her, because you actually care." Speaking of Stefan in denial. He can't even accept the fact that Damon is in love with Elena.

Redemption in an 8 season storyline is unrealistic for Damon's character, but a resurrection isn't. It'll take 8 seasons to undo the damage Katherine did to him. I mean… he's been living as a vampire without care for 145 years. "And I'm not gonna let Katherine come in here and destroy that part of you that is finally, after all of this time, willing to feel something." Stefan himself will try to destroy that part of Damon, and do it for the sake of holding onto Elena. This happens in season 3.

"What happened to your parents wasn't supernatural, it was an accident. There's nothing that can save us from that." This ring scene with John and Jeremy solidifies their season 5 storyline. Because Markos' spell couldn't be used in the drowning death of Elena's father, they basically removed Damon as the Silas doppelganger in their 3x22 flashback. I'm basically saying this episode and 3x22 solidified Stefan as the Silas doppelganger, and there was no way out of it.

Like Jeremy, Damon is emotionally sensitive. Turn someone like that into a vampire, and you magnify their emotions in addition to turning them into a predator. Damon is what Jeremy would look like as a vampire. However, Damon's best character parallel is Tyler, and there's no easier way to explain this. Emotionally, Damon is in parallel with Tyler UNTIL Tyler triggers his werewolf gene. That's why Damon pushes to kiss Elena the way Tyler pushed to sleep with Vicki. When Tyler was fighting Matt and Alaric intervened, he knew something was up with Tyler because he was literally acting like Damon.

Tyler's emotions push him to kill just as Damon's emotions push him to kill. Tyler's emotions are stronger pre-trigger because it's kinda like vampirism. His emotions push him to kill to complete his transition. And that's how Damon is. Damon's emotions drive him to kill like a werewolf pre-trigger. That's why he's insanely impulsive. They have to get Damon to a safe level like Tyler is after he triggers his werewolf gene. So I'm watching Tyler assault his mother like an impulsive person would. This is all Damon you're seeing while watching Tyler and his mother. Anyway... I feel bad for Tyler, his family secret is emotionally damaging.

I really love this soundtrack they chose for Tyler and Damon, The River Has Run Wild by Mads Langer. Consider how Katherine was supposed to die and how Tyler's father actually died, and you catch onto the lyrics. It's their history repeat of The Battle of Willow Creek.

"The river has run wild tonight It hurts to see you burning, burning oh so bright"

I love the way they wrote these scenes with Damon at the boarding house, replaying his moment with Katherine before he sees Elena and after. They do the whole jacket on the chair and the drink in hand. It's so powerful to see what Katherine did to him, and it was Katherine that did this to him. They gave plenty of warning in advance, in this episode alone.

By the time "It's Katherine" came out of Stefan's mouth, I was like... No shit, Sherlock. Damon was trying like hell to avoid her because yeah, there's no way he's gonna kill a woman he's in love with. "Come on. Kiss me. Or kill me. Which will it be, Damon? We both know that you're only capable of one." And Damon was insane in his scene with her. I mean… Katherine was out in the world for those 145 years, and not once thought to stop in to see him. He's so in love with her that he's offering a clean slate. He's willing to forgive it all. I'd be like…. bitch, get out of my house lol

"I have a question. Answer it, and it's back to fireworks and rockets red glare. Answer it right, I'll forget the last 145 years I've spent missing you. I'll forget how much I loved you. I'll forget everything, and we can start over. This can be our defining moment because we have the time. That's the beauty of eternity. I just need the truth, just once."

Forget, forget, forget. This is his parallel to Elena and her season 6 compulsion.

This is more of Damon's parallel with season 6 Elena.

They wrote Damon's mourning process a certain way. Katherine's return is written on the other side of the tomb. That's why Jeremy dies like Alaric does… with a Gilbert ring. They shift Elena from being mad at Damon for killing and turning her mother, to hating Damon for killing Jeremy while talking about his desire to become a vampire. So when Damon kills Jeremy, you might as well picture Isobel.

You then get this understandable self-loathing shift. Damon is no longer content with who he is. He sees just how badly Katherine ruined him.

This is still my favorite part because Elena is the voice of Damon's humanity, and she's looking at him as if he's a monster. Well, he is a monster, but he doesn't need judgements or hatred. He needs help. Fans can talk all the shit they want, but there's no ignoring the fact that Stefan is only who he is because he had Lexi helping him for 145 years. No one has been helping Damon... until now.

Damon is extremely unstable, and Elena is the only person he truly trusts with his humanity. Going to see her was a mistake, but like I said, necessary for his character journey. It had to be Jeremy, period. Damon leaves after he snaps Jeremy's neck, which is his #1 indicator. He had no idea Jeremy was wearing the Gilbert ring. You have to compare this to his scene with Bonnie in 1x9… then you'll get what I'm saying. He truly believes he killed Jeremy, so he's running home. That's what he does... he makes a mess and runs.

So yeah… I love this scene for what it does, what killing Katherine couldn't do. Damon promised something poetic, and he delivered. It's kinda like that moment when Stefan threatens Elena on the bridge, and he stops drinking human blood. It also reminds me of a quote from The Blacklist. "Maybe someday… if you're very lucky… you might wonder, At exactly what point did I become this… thing?" Damon is a monster for killing Jeremy, and he's about to start his journey of redefining himself because he's no longer content with who he is. Katherine ruined him.

Damon: I did it for a… I did it for a very long time, and life was a lot easier. Elena: He doesn't want to feel, he wants to be hated, it's just easier that way.

So anyway…. you can overlay their conversation in 1x22 over this neck snap. It's the reason Jeremy doesn't try to kill Damon. He's written like Alaric in reverse.

Fans have to pay mind to the Tyler-Damon scene cuts because they're cut that way for their parallels. So when you listen to Tyler, you can see what killing Jeremy did to Damon.

Tyler: I don't know why I get like this. Mason: It's the curse of being a Lockwood. Tyler: So how'd you get the chill gene? Mason: I didn't. I've just learned how to manage it. Tyler: I don't want to be like this anymore. Mason: None of us do. That's why it's a curse, Tyler.

For Damon, it's the curse of being a vampire. He has to learn how to manage his emotions. After killing Jeremy, is no longer content with who he is. So like Tyler, doesn't wanna be like this anymore. It's all in the writing, just a matter of paying close attention.

"Hey, Caroline. My name is Katherine. I was hoping you could give the Salvatore brothers a message for me. Game on." Here comes Katherine, omg lol... this woman is a force, and Bonnie's gonna feel it.

[jtl-fics]

For wip Wednesday, Andrew first pleeeeeeeaaaaaase

Maybe something with Andrew acting like a love sick goofball

WIP Wednesday (7/12/23) - Closed | Andrew First AU

Andrew and Neil spent the rest of the night dancing on the outskirts of the dance floor.

It was only about an hour and the DJ had obviously been given instruction to play some slow songs to bring down the energy. The banquet had lost it's formal touches but none of the ERC seemed too upset since it was obviously good publicity to have all the teams intermingling in such a friendly way.

Neil had finally only left Andrew's arms to let Jeremy know his plans. Andrew saw him catch sight of Riko heading towards Kevin and watched him divert his path.

It was then that Jeremy came over to Andrew, his expression something far less warm and friendly as he stopped next to Andrew. Andrew only looked away from Neil long enough to register it before his gaze fell back on his Junkie sliding between Riko and Kevin.

Even from a distance he can see Neil saying something that has the Raven's captain tense and angry.

"I don't know what happened between you two," Jeremy says and Andrew startles. almost forgotten about the Trojan captain standing at his side.

"It's not for you to know." he says keeping his eyes on Neil as he takes Kevin back onto the dance floor and Riko follows. Still, he can feel the Trojan captain's eyes on him.

He wonders if he's going to get the shovel talk from Jeremy Knox, "What I do know is that Neil loves you." Andrew's eyes snapped to Jeremy now, "He watches every fox game and goes crazy whenever you shut out the other team and even crazier when you get hurt." Jeremy's own gaze is still on Neil, "I also know that you really hurt him with whatever you did. So I want you to promise me that you'll never do whatever it was ever again. Neil deserves better than where he was when I met him." he says.

Andrew can't help but wonder where Neil had been when Jeremy had taken him in but it might be something he'd find out about tonight.

"You don't trust me." Andrew says.

"I trust that you didn't mean to hurt Neil and I trust what Neil has told me about how seriously you take promises." Jeremy returns. "I think of Neil like a brother. My mom's even tried getting him to become a Knox a couple times." He laughs.

Andrew thinks about spending Holidays with the Knox family and it is far from the worst fate.

"Neil Knox doesn't sound right." Andrew says shaking his head.

"I'm sure you'd prefer Neil Minyard." Jeremy says with a laugh.

"We'll get it hyphenated. Josten-Minyard." Andrew returns watching as Neil's hands slide into Kevin's back pockets. The Future Queen of Exy's face was red over Neil's shoulders as his runaway undoubtedly said something that had the Raven captain's face go purple with frustration and watched as Kevin laughed over Neil's shoulder his own hands going to Neil's ass before he said something to Riko that had the Raven captain storming away.

[aneiria-writes]

Kinktober 2023 - Day 6: Dubcon

Okay, listen. Listen. I love reading omegaverse. I love writing omegaverse. And when I do, I *tend* to focus on the question of consent and how designations don't completely take over... BUT today's prompt is dubcon, so for once I've let characters go fully instinct. Needless to say, this is explicit omegaverse smut and is dubcon simply through the pair of them not being in fully sound enough mind to consent. If all that is your thing, then go right ahead and enjoy ;)

When Jeremy first caught the scent, his hormone-addled brain didn’t even register it was Jean. Instead, when he opened the door to his and Jean’s shared dorm, he was instantly drowned in the pungent, desperate scent of simply omega-in-distress. Every part of him screamed to find the omega and help them, and Jeremy didn’t even register locking the dorm door behind him, or even of dropping his book bag on the floor. Gone was any remnant of reality from before he opened that door, idle thoughts of lunch and schoolwork and exy practice fading instantly. 

Jeremy crossed their shared living space to Jean’s bedroom door in three long strides. The scent intensified there, and Jeremy now knew it was a lone omega, distressed and alone and in heat and unsated. He threw the bedroom door open. His alpha instincts had fully overtaken at this point, and Jeremy didn’t stop to consider knocking first. 

Jean was on his bed, naked and flushed, and Jeremy felt his own body flood with arousal  at the sight and the smell of him. He was already pulling his hoodie off when Jean turned towards him, hand on his cock, and Jeremy saw the tear tracks on his face; could smell the pain in his scent. ‘Jeremy,’ Jean gasped, falling back on his tumbled bedclothes and reaching a helpless hand towards Jeremy. ‘Alpha, please. I need you.’ 

Jeremy stumbled while simultaneously trying to rid himself of his pants, underwear, socks and sneakers, but neither of them laughed and Jeremy didn’t stop, eventually stripping entirely naked by the time he fell onto the bed and into Jean’s arms. 

‘I’ve got you, baby,’ Jeremy murmured, as Jean whined in relief and rubbed his face against Jeremy’s chest. ‘How long have you been like this?’

Now Jeremy was on Jean’s bed, with Jean pressed up against him and his scent shifting from omega-in-distress to omega-calming-down, his alpha fog cleared a little and he could appreciate exactly what was happening. He’d been wanting to ask Jean out for ages, but battled with his conscience and whether it was okay for him to ask. 

‘Since this morning,’ Jean replied, pushing Jeremy back and trying to climb into his lap. Jeremy ran a soothing hand through Jean’s hair and nuzzled his nose against his ear. ‘It’s early,’ Jean added, a spike of distress momentarily colouring his scent. 

‘It’s okay, baby,’ Jeremy said, pulling Jean a little closer, wanting to smother himself in Jean’s scent, and Jean in his own. ‘Sometimes stress can bring heat on early. You’re safe now, okay? I’m here, I’m not leaving you.’ Jeremy’s hand tightened possessively in Jean’s hair, but Jean didn’t even wince, just pushed closer still, his mouth kissing across Jeremy’s neck. 

‘Jeremy, please,’ Jean said, sounding so pitiful Jeremy’s heart fluttered in distress, ‘please fuck me. I need it — I need you, alpha, please.’ 

Jeremy growled in response, possessive and protective. They were both hard, and hot, and Jean’s slick was flowing fast, mouth-wateringly tempting. ‘I will,’ Jeremy promised, ‘I will baby, omega, but first—’ Jeremy gently but firmly pushed Jean down on his belly, leaning down to rub his face against the back of Jean’s neck before pressing a kiss there. ‘I’m gonna eat you out, baby.’ 

Jean groaned and arched his back, and Jeremy grabbed a pillow, shoving it beneath his hips. His heart was beating fast, his blood fizzing in his veins, and he was going to die if he didn’t get his mouth on Jean right then. He ran his hands up along the back of Jean’s long, luscious thighs, up to his glorious ass, and without waiting another moment, he held Jean open and buried his face in his slick. He groaned, utterly helpless, and licked: the taste, the scent, was heavenly. It was like Jean’s scent, already so tempting, but concentrated. Jeremy lapped lazily at Jean, alternating between licking and sucking at his asshole, ignoring his own leaking, painfully hard cock as he drowned himself in Jean’s scent. 

Eventually, though, Jean started begging, between sobs and groans of arousal, for Jeremy to fuck him. Reluctantly, Jeremy pulled away, his face covered in slick, and he placed a kiss on Jean’s lower back before helping him to roll onto his back. His alpha instincts urged him to just fuck Jean how he’d had him, face down and ass up, but there was enough lucidity left within him to think: this is Jean. Jeremy wanted to see his face, wanted to kiss him, wanted to watch his reactions. 

‘Fuck me,’ Jean gasped, spreading his legs further and flexing his hips up. ‘Alpha, I need you.’ 

‘I know, Jean,’ Jeremy murmured, and he wasted no time throwing Jean’s thighs over his shoulders and bending him in half, pushing his aching cock into the slick tightness of Jean in one long, slow slide. He breathed out when he was fully seated, nose-to-nose with Jean, as Jean whined and wriggled his hips and opened his mouth on a gasp. ‘Fuck,’ Jeremy muttered, struggling to keep his arms from shaking as he held himself up over Jean. ‘You’re so perfect, Jean,’ he said, and he finally leaned down, meeting Jean’s eager mouth with his own. The kiss was messy, uncoordinated, and everything Jeremy had dreamed of. He couldn’t help himself, and started to speak against Jean’s mouth, even as Jean continued kissing him. ‘My perfect little omega,’ he said, drawing his hips back and cock almost all the way out, before sinking fully into Jean’s irresistible heat once more. ‘So perfect, so good for me.’ 

Jean groaned against Jeremy’s mouth then, and he put his hands on Jeremy’s chest, stroking over the heated expanse of his bare chest, along his shoulders, up his chest and into his hair. ‘More,’ Jean murmured, his head falling back against the pillow so the vulnerable column of his throat was exposed. ‘Jeremy, give me more.’

Jeremy was beyond the capability of refusing any omega by then, let alone Jean Moreau, subject of his wet dreams and guilty fantasies for many months now. Jeremy starting fucking Jean in earnest, fingers biting into the flesh of his hips, kissing him blindly whenever Jean’s mouth met his. They were cocooned in the hot, heady scent of Jean’s heat and Jeremy’s alpha hormones, intoxicating and incomparable, and Jeremy’s entire world narrowed down to Jean, and his own cock. 

‘God, baby, you feel so good,’ Jeremy managed, Jean well beyond speech by now, just whining and moaning and trying his best to wriggle himself so Jeremy could slide deeper. ‘Fuck, I’m close, baby. I’m going to knot you, my perfect omega. Going to knot you and bite you and make you mine.’ 

‘Yes,’ Jean gasped, and his scent flared with desire and desperation. ‘Jeremy, alpha, yes, yes, yes.’  

There was nothing Jeremy could then except nature take its course: he fucked Jean boneless, propped up on one elbow now, the other hand sunk into Jean’s hair, their mouths close enough for them to share breath, their scents so entwined it was if they’d never be able to untangle again. With one more thrust, Jeremy buried his cock into Jean and his face into Jean’s neck, panting desperately as his knot started to grow, hooking him into Jean and locking them together. As his knot continued to swell and Jeremy came, with long, strong pulses into Jean’s ass, he reached down between them and grasped Jean’s hot, swollen dick in his hand. Jean was already coming, his orgasm triggered by Jeremy’s knot and the scent of his own release. He shot over himself and Jeremy in hot, sticky, streaks, and Jeremy licked into his open mouth and kissed him, on and on and on and on, as he continued to empty himself into Jean, until his knot was fully popped and all he could do was collapse onto Jean’s chest, uncaring of the sticky mess between them, exhausted and wrung out and so sleepily satisfied and sated. 

Jean’s arms came up to embrace Jeremy, and Jeremy sighed happily and rest his head into the crook of Jean’s neck, breathing in the sweet, addictive scent of happy, contented omega; happy, contented Jean. His knot would stay swollen for about half an hour, keeping them locked together, but Jeremy was more than happy to stay wrapped in Jean’s arms, their bodies pressed up against each other, as close as they could get. Already, Jean’s breathing had settled into the calm, steady evenness of sleep, and Jeremy knew he wasn’t far behind. Sure, they would likely sleep and fuck and sleep and fuck and sleep and fuck for the next few days, until Jean’s heat broke, but Jeremy could think of nothing better right then.

He didn’t let the tiny voice of reason, that tried to make him think about what was going to happen after Jean’s heat broke, get any louder than a whisper.

For now, he was just going to keep his omega satisfied, and worry about real life later.

[prettytamagnii]

FIVE SONGS TAG

I was tagged by @bougainvillea-and-saltwater, thank you very much! Five songs that fit my current WIP - Lost and Found (Upon the Currents of Time) - and ooooh boy where do I start.

1. Djavan - Eu Te Devoro

one of the songs I added to my playlist, it's old (from the 90s I believe) but has a suave rhythm that I loved. Mainly for the lines "teus sinais me confundem da cabeça aos pés" (your signs confuse me from head to toe) and "teu olhar não me diz exato quem tu és" (your eyes don't tell me exactly who you are), when Tatianna and Miraak first meet - for Tati wonders what is behind the mask of her adversary, who is the man behind the legend, and Miraak is confused by how uneasy, how different he feels when he meets Tati. She challenges him, scares him and fascinates him; he is a mystery her mind wants, needs to decipher. Their dragon souls are as powerful as they are mysterious, and the way her soul "wakes" him across planes of existence, seems miraculous - "É um milagre, tudo o que Deus criou pensando em você" (It's a miracle, everything that God created thinking of you).

2. Green Day - Fell For You

"You're out of sight, but not out of mind."

This is a theme I have yet to explore in my story, but I want to - "I had a dream that I kissed your lips and it felt so true // then o woke up in a nervous wreck and I fell for you". When a dream about your supposed enemy seems so real, but it is not bad at all - I feel like this song can fit many possible scenarios, and in the context of Tati and Miraak in my fic it can speak of the beginning of attraction, before they know it is reciprocated, before they act on such feelings - could it be that such thing could become reality?

3. Jeremy Soule - Dragonborn theme

This one is self explanatory. By their honor they are sworn to keep evil forever at bay... but what is evil? Can the supposed hero be a villain? What exists between villain and hero? Where do our dovahkiinne stand?

4. The Weekend - Die For You

The first time I heard this song, it screamed "Tati/Miraak" to me. The intensity of the feelings, the way they cannot escape them - "I just can't say I don't love you, cause I love you" / "I don't want this feeling, I can't afford love // I try to find reasons to tear us apart // it ain't working, cause you're perfect, and I know that you're worth it // I can't walk away" - see the vision? As of right now, I haven't began to write that part, but ohhhh boy do I want to write it.

5. Lana Del Rey - Young and Beautiful

This one relates more to a later phase in their relationship - they are together, they love each other, but certain ghosts still linger. Miraak may not long for immortality the way he used to before Apocrypha, but he still fears growing old, he still fears mortality - his own and Tatianna's. Being alive, growing old, it means being vulnerable. As they learn to be vulnerable with each other, their relationship grows stronger.

"Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?

(I know you will)."

I will tag: @incorrectskyrimquotes @argisthebulwark @reachfolk @rakimaiirisa and anyone else who wants to do it!!

[we-pay-for-everything]

I'm one of the only TVD fans who genuinely shipped both Stelena and Delena and would have been fine with either one as endgame, but I am so with you and your anons on the disappointment of Stefan/Caroline as a couple. The writers squandered so many chances to convince us that Stefan was truly in love with her or even deeply interested! Remember when Stefan came back in S5 without any of his memories? He liked Caroline and thought she was pretty, but it was Elena he felt the immediate draw to and who he knew he'd had a real romantic connection with. That was such a wasted chance to show that if given a blank slate, this version of Stefan would be more romantically interested in Caroline than in Elena, but...alas :) Speaking of wasted opportunities: I feel like Forwood could have been my favorite ship of the whole show if they hadn't continually messed it up!

Well, at that point in season 5 the writers were playing the 'Elena and Stefan are destined to be together' angle to both challenge Delena - since I believe Stelena were still on track to be endgame - and show that Elena choosing Damon was real and not the result of a curse or destiny. Elena could've accepted that Stefan was her destiny but she didn't buy into it and her relationship with Damon was all the better for it: while the doppelganger storyline initially confirmed Damon's worst fears that Elena and Stefan were meant to be - and that Elena was only going through a phase or settling with Damon - Damon was finally able to get over his insecurities when it was revealed that the doppelgangers finding each other was all part of The Travelers' plans, and not the universe's way of saying Stelena were fated. The writers were essentially playing both fields for a while but, in the end, Delena won and season 5 was like the final nail in the coffin for Stelena. So, Stefan being drawn to Elena served a purpose imo - season 5 was too soon for Stefan to be interested in Caroline and Stelena needed closure. Besides, the whole point of Steroline was that they didn't have this big dramatic story. They were just two friends who fell in love. Caroline falling first made it more realistic and less 'love at first sight', like Stelena or even Delena to an extent.

As for Forwood, I liked Caroline and Tyler a lot too and still don't understand why the writers fucked Tyler over so bad or why they dropped Forwood for no good reason. It happened to Bonnie and Jeremy as well. Two solid relationships spanning multiple seasons destroyed just because the writers wanted them over to make way for new ships. To me, Bonnie and Jeremy were worse because they had no closure and no real breakup, but Tyler's growth and character were sacrificed to put an end to Forwood. Also, while I like Klaroline, Caroline sleeping with the man who killed Tyler's mom was harsh.

PS: You didn't ask, but I liked Matt and Caroline as well, and believed they also deserved better. Caroline had a lot of good ships actually. Tbh, I like almost every TVD ship though I have my own preferences.

Thanks for the ask!

[manwhacrossoverfamilybecauseyes]

Meeting you was like a dream

Pt. 1

Jeanette is the most spoiled and protected girl in the entirety of the world. And what do spoiled rich girls with overprotective parents do? They cause trouble

Really. It shouldn't surprise anyone that she ran away to go to the festival... even if she was forbidden from doing that.

She knows that she shouldn't. Her mother will be upset, and so would her father, but Jeanette just really wanted to visit the festival and see the fireworks.

So what if she is technically a princess and should never go anywhere without an escort? She didn't even have her official debut yet, so nobody should know what she looks like, right?

Yes, it will be alright.

A nice smell catches the attention of Jeanette. Her eyes droft over to the multitude of stands. She rarely ever sees things like this. They seem so fun and tasty. Naturally, she just has to try them.

Jeanette walks over to a stand with skewers.

"I would like to have two of these," she says and points at a couple of skewers.

The man selling skewers nods and gives her two just like she asked.

The young princess takes a bite, and her eyes begin to sparkle. "That's so tasty!" She calls out cheerfully. One of her hands flies to her cheek.

"Excuse me, does this belong to you?" A sudden voice asks. It's the voice of a boy.

Jeanette turns around to the voice and her eyes meet a young boy with black hair. He seems to be around two or three years older than her. In his hand, he holds the bag that Jeanette brought with her.

"Oh, yes," she replies, her cheeks turning a light pink. "I didn't even notice that I lost it. Thank you."

She smiles at him, and the young boy's eyes widen. He has never seen somebody so pretty before.

All the words he wanted to say escaped his mind. But... Is this girl here alone? She doesn't seem to be a commoner, more like a noble. But that can't be right, no nobleman in their right mind would let their daughter out here all alone.

"There is no need to thank me. But, forgive me if I sound rude, but are you alone here?" He inquiries.

Jeanette pauses for a moment. She shouldn't, right? "Are you alone?" She asks back.

"Yes," replies Jeremy, perhaps a little too fast, "now, answer my question."

Jeanette pauses for a moment. She squints her eyes. He replied truthfully. It's s only fair if she does the same.

"I'm alone too," she says, "but, if we're both alone, would you like to watch the fireworks with me?"

Jeremy blinks in surprise. Was she serious? Isn't she aware of how dangerous strangers can be?

He watches as the girl's smile slightly disappears.

"You don't want to?" She asks, her lips turning into a slight pout.

"No, no, of course I would like to join you. I know a good spot would you like to go there?" He says suddenly. Jeremy wants to punch himself in the face. What the hell is wrong with him today? If his brother could see him, he would never stop making fun of him. Never.

The brunette smiles and nods eagerly. Jeremy stretches his hand out for Jeanette. She carefully takes his hand.

Whatever. If his odd behavior brings a smile to the girls face, then that's okay, he supposes.

-

"Wow! You're right. This is the perfect place to watch the fireworks," Jeanette exclaims cheerfully.

Jeremy can't help but watch the brunette girl. Her eyes sparkle as she watches the village. She's pretty, gorgeous even. Really, why on earth is she here alone. He knows a bunch of people who would want to kidnap her in a heartbeat.

"We haven't introduced ourselves yet. My name is Jeremy. What about yours?" He introduces himself. He leaves his last name out of it. People always get squirmish when he mentions it, and the last thing he wants is to scare her off.

Suddenly, the look in the eyes of the girl in front of him is different. She doesn't look nice and happy like before. She looks almost scary.

Jeremy is intrigued by the sudden change in her expression.

"My father says I should never tell anyone my name no matter what," her voice isn't as sweet or soft — it's harsh. Her eyes scan him, almost like she's trying to figure him out.

"Ah, then, sorry for asking," he replies while trying to hold back his smrik.

"It's fine... I like you, so I will tell you my first name. You will probably find out the rest in a few years anyway," she says, waving her hand dismissively.

Jeremy turns to look at the girl. The smile she was wearing earlier found its way back onto her face.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you. My name is Jeanette." She bows slightly. Noblewoman, that much is obvious.

"Hello Jeanette."

Jeremy gives a courteous bow in return. His eyes focused on her face.

They both sit down on a rock and star up at the night sky. Jeremy looks at the side profile of Jeanette.

She looks adorable. Staring up at the night sky.

"Oh, look at that! The fireworks are starting!" She exclaims cheerfully. Her joy is so childlike. She's so adorable. Her smile is so bright, it's like the sun. He could watch her for hours, he thinks.

She points at the sky, her eyes sparkling.

Jeremy thinks that he falls in love a little.

—

Part 1 ⟨⟩ Part 2 | Masterlist

C h a r a c t e r s a r e f r o m:

Who made me a princess (Jeanette)/The way to protect the female leads older brother (Jeremy)

[d10nsaint]

Drafts:

If any of my mutuals,or anybody else would like to answer these,please,dont be shy to.I wont be getting to them anytime soon,so i'll leave them here!!

TWTPTFLOB:

1."can i please get yandere Dion where he's in an arranged marriage and the wife fell in love with his beauty at first sight and understand & know him better and in turn make him obsessed/ fall in love with her, she just wanted him to like her back anyhow even if he only saw her as his possession 😷😷 but he's very neglectful and as time goes by she notices that the only person he'll ever care for is Roxana which angered and saddened her enough to run away but then after a long time he finds her and.... brings her back ..... PLEASE I NEED IT IDC IF ITS SMUT"-Anon

2."Hello! I made a request before I dont know if you still can see it cause that account got deactivated. I'm not sure if you still write for Dion or even love him anymore😭

If you still do, can you make dion x princess reader that got on arranged marriage? Princess reader is very cold when in public, she only ever shows her eyes cause she hides half of her beautiful face with a fan, but behind closed doors she is cheery and just full of positive vibes shows alot of emotion, she is very oblivious that dion is falling for her" (Im almost done w this one, requester is @/darlingwithoceaneyes)

3."Hey can I request headcanons for yandere deon agriche for gen z being isekai'd and her singing britney spears"-Anon

4.Can I get an imagine for Dion being his very pregnant wife who he loves is he a yandere yes will he hurt you no because he knows you know he's a yandere but also he knows but you're introverted so even if you go out for a bit you're always going to come back it's not unhealthy it's just that you're naturally submissive and you love when he takes control but don't get it twisted you're stronger than everybody in that household and when Jeremy flips off at the mouth towards you because they don't know your strength Dion literally bought you home from a mission already pregnant you unleash the most hellish amount of bloodlust crashing everybody besides you and your husband to the ground looking oh so innocent in dion's lap-Anon

5.Oi oi!

Remember my old request about reader who was good at drawing? Well again, a reader good at sketching, but also a very brutal and horrid killer, she also sometimes likes to make art from the corpse of her pets/ victims...

HC s if the reader was dating Roxanna, Dion, Ashil (imagine he survived the test), Lant, Sierra, Maria, or anybody else you want?!!!!!-@/lady-navier0357

6.Can you do like if Dion found out Maria wanted to turn reader into a doll?-@/dxmoness

FIDWTGM(father,i dont want to get married):

1.okay how about planotic yandere Duke Regis and Jubel's twin sister reader-@/yanderefangirl

ORV:

1.Plss do more yandre headcanons for orv but only female characters

You can do genderblend if u want ◖⁠⚆⁠ᴥ⁠⚆⁠◗-anon

[luvdsc]

doing the bf tag with my bf.

hey, siri, does bf stand for best friend or boyfriend? (or both?)

pairing :: na jaemin x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + youtuber au word count :: 4,691 words warnings :: none playlist :: mean it (lauv & lany) ⋆ always, i’ll care (jeremy zucker) ⋆ fearless (taylor swift) ⋆ fingers crossed (coin) ⋆ cardiac arrest (bad suns) author’s note :: this fic is a tiny bit different than my usual writing because i emphasize more on dialogue than description in order to mimic a youtube video. happy birthday to this absolute darling angel! you have the biggest heart in the universe, and thank you for sharing so much of it with the world ♡ ↳ part of the not clickbait series.

Your subscribers have always wondered if you would do this type of video countless of times, and you never thought you’d ever actually record one due to the state of your love life (or lack thereof), yet here you are.

Unfortunately, the romantic department of your life still remains very much empty though. But lucky for you, so is your best friend’s. And that pretty much works out perfectly because he could stand in for your nonexistent boyfriend in order to complete the popular GF/BF tag (along with a hidden challenge that was popular by demand and personally requested by a certain friend with a flair for baking. Now if only the frantic butterflies in your stomach would settle down just enough for you to do it).

After all, BF could stand for either boyfriend or best friend, right?

It’s also no secret that yours and Jaemin’s subscribers shipped you two together either. Heck, you may be a little delusional as well because you ship yourself with your best friend, too. Blame the massive crush you’ve been secretly harboring. But two best friends sharing an apartment and frequently appearing in videos on each of your respective channels? In the eyes of your fans, that’s basically the perfect setup for a modern day love story.

It would 100% be the greatest love story since Kat and Patrick in 10 Things I Hate About You, but at this point in your life, your story is going to be marked down as a tragedy. You feel even more hopeless and dramatic than Romeo was about his unrequited love for Rosaline. Also, that dude got over her way too quickly at the sight of another pretty girl. You wish that would happen for you, too, but your heart is much too stubborn over Jaemin.

When you had asked him if he would do the video with you, Jaemin immediately agreed much to your initial surprise. The publicity would be good though, you surmise later on, and both our fan bases would grow, so of course, he would agree. It’s not like your best friend liked you back. That would be absolutely absurd.

“Are you ready?” Jaemin speaks up, breaking your train of thought, and you’re slightly startled. He plops down in the plush pink rolling chair next to you, the chair moving back a few inches. He scooches it closer to your own chair, buzzing with excitement. You smile at your best friend, pushing down the butterflies erupting in your stomach. You nod before reaching forward and pressing the record button on the camera set up in front of you. You pull up the list of questions on your phone.

“Yeah, let's do this.”

How did we meet?

“Oh, this is an easy question,” Jaemin says, flashing his award winning smile at the camera before he throws his arm around you happily, hugging you affectionately. “It was freshman year. You ran into me. Literally. We were in the same class, and it just ended. You were trying to shove your textbook into your bag and didn’t notice where you were walking until you face-planted into my back.”

The memory is still fresh in your mind, and you remember how you had already resigned yourself to your fate of becoming good friends with the floor. But Lady Luck was on your side for once, and she sent an angel in the form of Na Jaemin to save you from embarrassment on your first day of university.

“Yeah, I almost fell flat on my butt, but luckily, Nana has great reflexes and when he turned around, he grabbed my arm before I hit the ground,” you add on, still squished into his side. He beams, eyes crinkling into half moon crescents before placing a kiss on your cheek and turning back to the camera.

Your heart skips a beat, but you ignore it. Jaemin has always been affectionate, and kisses were all in good fun. You continue on, plastering a nonchalant smile on your face. “And he said, ‘Looks like you just fell for me.’ And then he insisted that we get lunch together.”

“And the rest is history!” he exclaims happily, resting his cheek on the top of your head. You smile fondly before going onto the next question.

Where was our first date?

“The dining hall immediately after you ran into me.”

“That wasn’t a date,” you interject. “We can skip this question since we aren’t dating.”

Jaemin shrugs, waiting for you to read the next question. He murmurs faintly under his breath, “It was supposed to be one.”

We’re going out to eat, where are we going?

Jaemin answers immediately, leaning back in his chair. “The little pizza place down the block! They always make three different types of unique pizza everyday, and once they sell out, they close for the day.”

“We always go on Wednesday because they make both of our favorite pizzas then.” You chime in, and he nods enthusiastically, moving closer to the front and throwing his hands up in the air for emphasis. “They have corn and potato pizza that day!”

You wrinkle your nose slightly before leaning towards the camera. “To my subscribers, for the record, I assure you that I have better taste than that, and I love the artichoke pesto pizza with ricotta.”

What food do I dislike?

“... Corn and potato pizza,” he says reluctantly with a pout. “And kiwis. The outside is furry and creeps you out, and the fruit makes your tongue itch.”

You flash a thumbs up at the camera, and your best friend grins, puffing up his chest. Chuckling quietly, you shake your head before answering the question yourself. “And this dork absolutely hates anything strawberry flavored. And he’s lactose intolerant, so dairy is his enemy.”

“I love cheese, but cheese hates me,” he says mournfully, hanging his head down low before he jumps back up and reads the following question listed on your phone’s screen aloud.

Who is my best friend?

“Me!” Jaemin shouts gleefully, throwing his hands up in the air, and you can’t help but laugh, grinning widely at your best friend, a fond expression on your face.

“You.”

Am I a morning person or a night person?

“We’re both night people,” you say, and Jaemin nods in agreement. “You won’t catch either of us waking up before noon if we can’t help it, and we each have to set up like five alarms just to wake up.”

“It works out because we can stay up together watching movies or editing our videos,” he adds in, turning to you and smiling fondly. “And I always have a partner when I want to go on a midnight snack run to the convenience store nearby.”

Do we have a song? What is it?

“Jeremy Zucker’s Always, I’ll Care.”

“That’s our song?” You’re surprised. You were going to mention one of the go-to karaoke songs the two of you liked to belt out on the top of your lungs after a movie and wine night. Jaemin makes a great Sharpay Evans when you both want to bop to the top.

“It’s the song that reminds me of you,” he says, voice growing softer as he reaches the end of the sentence. Curse your heart for melting into a puddle. His cheeks turn pink under your gaze, and he becomes uncharacteristically shy, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Anyway, what’s the next question?”

What’s my nickname?

“Nana!” You reach out to poke his cheek, and he puffs them up before pouting at you. He reaches out and pinches your cheek.

“I call you ‘angel’ sometimes. It’s why your channel is called peachyangel.”

What's my weirdest habit?

“Jaemin eats way too much cilantro,” you state, swinging around side to side in your rolling chair.

“I do not!” he protests loudly, and you give him a blank stare. The two of you sit there in silence, not breaking eye contact until he finally relents.

“Okay, maybe I do. But you pour cereal before milk!”

“That’s not a weird habit!” You defend yourself. You are appalled at your best friend. Neither of you have ever woken up early enough for breakfast, so this has never come up before. If you would’ve known this in the past, maybe you wouldn’t be so ridiculously in love with him in the present.

“Yes, it is! Your cereal gets all soggy that way!”

“Only idiots pour their milk first!”

He clutches his heart dramatically. “Are you calling me an idiot?!”

“... So moving onto the next question—”

What do you think I’m talented at?

“Making people fall in love with you,” Jaemin blurts out, and your eyes widen at his answer as your grip on your phone loosens considerably.

“I—I mean, you’re just so approachable, and you’re kind to everyone. You care so much about everyone and everything. People feel comfortable around you, they always gravitate towards you, and you just— I don’t know, you make people feel loved,” he explains, unable to meet your eyes, and his cheeks darken. He fiddles around with the loose strand on his sweater sleeve.

Your heart swells ten times bigger and beats faster than ever. You wonder if Jaemin knows he has the same effect on everyone, too. You hope he does.

You wonder if he knows you’re in love with him and if he would love you back. You hope he does.

When was the first time you said “I love you”  to me?

“Uh, we can skip this one, too,” you say awkwardly, but he throws his arm around your shoulder again, hugging you tightly. “Nope, not skipping! I have the answer to this one!”

He grins toothily at the camera before pinching your cheek for a second time affectionately. “I said ‘I love you’ when you showed up at my dorm and brought me pop tarts at three in the morning after I accidentally drunk texted you, instead of Jeno. That’s when I knew you were a keeper.”

“I did that because I felt bad about throwing up on your shoes at the party we went to the weekend before that,” you mumble, face growing warm when you remember your best friend’s drunken confession a few years back. “Besides, you were drunk. It doesn’t count.”

“Okay, fine, but we say it to each other all the time. The second time I said it was when you brought me chicken nuggets, and I was hungover, but sober.” He says, spinning in his chair.

“I can see the pattern now. You say it when I bring you food,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest with a fake pout. “You love food, not me.”

“That’s not true!” he exclaims, halting mid spin and facing you. He turns your chair towards him, moving forward to clutch both of your hands in his, and stares directly into your eyes seriously. “I love you.”

You inaudibly gulp, helplessly gazing back at him as you feel your face begin to burn, your heart speeding up in your chest. Jaemin grins, leaning back and letting go of your hand. “See? I love you!”

“Y-yeah.” You swallow hard, fumbling over your words. “You love me.”

What is your favorite thing about me?

“Your laugh,” Jaemin replies honestly, reaching out and absentmindedly drawing circles on the back of your hand as he looks at you. “Hyuck told me the other day that whenever I try to do something funny or make a joke, I have a habit of turning towards you for your reaction. It makes me kinda proud that I can make you laugh.”

You know that you’re stupidly grinning like an absolute idiot at this point, but you don’t care. You even almost forget about the camera.

“Your smile,” you answer, maintaining eye contact with him. Your smile widens when you see one appear on his face, his eyes shining brightly. “You have the prettiest smile, and I’m grateful that I’m able to see it everyday or be the cause of it sometimes.”

What film always makes me cry?

“Oh, The Lion King.” Jaemin responds automatically. “We both cry our eyes out at the stampede moment and when Simba tells his dad to wake up.”

“When we saw the live action version together, we brought along a ton of tissues with us, and he used almost all of them.”

What drink do I always order?

“Jaemin is crazy and always gets a venti iced americano with no water and eight espresso shots. He used to drink it six times a day until I yelled at him about it,” you say, shaking your head at the camera before glancing over at your best friend. “It’s seriously bad for your health.”

His lips jut out into a pout as he whines, “You wouldn't let me cuddle with you until I changed it!”

“It was for your own good! Plus, that drink tasted like battery acid!” You exclaim, and he sulks quietly before begrudgingly agreeing. You pat his head in consolation, and he grabs your hand, naturally interlocking your fingers with his.

“I drink it less now and with only two and half shots.”

If I could, what candy could I eat all day long?

“Chocolate,” you blurt out immediately. “Jaemin is a chocolate fanatic. But he’ll take anything with sugar. He has such a sweet tooth. He eats brown sugar when he’s bored. Even his boba drink has 100% sugar.”

“It’s as sweet as you.” Jaemin winks at you exaggeratingly, and you roll your eyes, turning your face away slightly to hide the smile that begins to spread across your face.

“Y/N likes matcha green tea Kit Kats.” He leans closer to the camera, peering into the lens in a serious manner. “If any chocolate companies are watching this, we are both open to sponsorships.”

If I could live anywhere in the world, where would I live?

“Here,” Jaemin says confidently, beaming at you, “You’d want to live here with me. And I want to live here, too. Because this is the bestest place in the world.” He hesitates, faltering for a moment before searching your eyes. “Right?”

Who are you to say no to that?

You smile at him. “Right.”

What am I deathly afraid of?

“You’re afraid of spiders,” he announces, “You make me take care of all the spiders in the apartment.”

“Yeah, it’s the only reason I keep you around,” you say casually, and he gasps, insulted. You give him a cheeky smile. “I’m just kidding.”

He scowls at you, lips pulled into a frown. “You better be.”

What is the first thing that I do in the morning?

“Jaemin is never awake before I am,” you inform the camera, crossing your legs. “I have to wake him up first if we go anywhere.”

“Even if you don’t have to go to an event, you still wake up early to make sure I’m awake, so I won’t be late. So that’s what you do first thing in the morning: wake me up.” Jaemin nudges your leg. “You always come into my room as a blanket burrito with your comforter wrapped around you.”

“That’s because I have to face the treacherous cold to make sure you aren’t late to your events. But you still end up late anyway because you drag me down onto your bed and refuse to let me go until we lay there for twenty minutes,” you grumble, pulling up your legs onto your chair and wrapping your arms around your knees.

“Cuddling is a good way to conserve body heat and start the morning,” Jaemin states, waving his arms around to emphasize his point.

“Really? Do studies show that it’s beneficial to cuddle in the morning?”

“I don’t know.” Jaemin shrugs, making a noncommittal noise. He smiles at you, causing your stomach to do flip flops and your heart to do cartwheels. “But it makes me happy every morning, so I’d say that’s enough proof.”

Who usually wins our arguments?

“Y/N does,” Jaemin sighs heavily, leaning back against his chair in resignation. “You always win.”

“It’s true.” You nod, patting Jaemin’s arm consolingly. “It’s tough always being right, but someone has to do it.”

“You always pout, too, and I just give in because you’re too cute,” he says casually, and you freeze in your seat. Never mind the fact that he’s implying you’re wrong, Na Jaemin just called you cute.

Good thing this is caught on camera because this means you can secretly watch this multiple times in private. And also cringe over your awkward reaction, but let’s not talk about that right now because once again, Jaemin just called you cute. You! Cute! Jaemin! Your mind is honestly short circuiting, and you can’t do anything, except nod and smile like a complete fool.

What do we usually argue about?

“Adopting,” Jaemin says solemnly. Eyes widening, you wait for a moment, but he offers no explanation. You lightly shove his chair, and he rolls a few inches away. “Nana, you can't just end it like that! You have to say more than that!”

Turning towards the camera, you hurriedly explain, “He’s talking about pets. He wants to adopt five dogs and name them after Jisung, Chenle, Jeno, Renjun, and Mark. And then he wants to adopt a snake and name it after Donghyuck.”

“She said we could only get one dog and the snake.” Jaemin scowls, slumping in his seat as he stares into the camera. “I can’t believe she isn’t letting me get five dogs. I love Jisung and all non-Jisung’s equally.”

What’s my favorite clothing item?

“It’s not even yours. You always steals my white hoodie. I haven’t been able to wear it for the past month,” Jaemin complains, and you have the decency to look a little guilty.

You play with the strings of said hoodie that’s currently engulfing your body, curling into yourself as you tuck your face into the sweater like a turtle. “Your clothes smell nice.”

“But we use the same laundry detergent.” Jaemin wrinkles his eyebrows, confusion evident in his eyes. “All our clothes smell like snuggles and cotton.”

“It’s not the same,” you insist, wrinkling your nose, and he shakes his head, lips curling into a smile. He reaches over and tugs the hood of the sweater over your head playfully.

“Okay, whatever you say, angel. You look better in them than me anyway.”

Where am I on a Friday night?

“You’re here with me, eating Chinese take out and watching Criminal Minds,” you answer, and he agrees, nodding.

“We just finished watching all twelve seasons on Netflix, so if anyone has any show recommendations, please send them in!”

What is my weirdest interest?

“Once again, my clothes,” Jaemin says, and you begin to protest but he wags his finger at you. “No, no, no, you don’t get to disagree! You hoarded like six of my sweaters in your closet. I bought you the exact same sweater for your birthday, but you still take mine!”

You silently decide that it is better to accept this defeat than correct him because you actually have seven of his sweaters and a few tee shirts as well.

Who’s my favorite YouTuber?

“Me!” Jaemin’s hand shoots up in the air. “I’m your favorite YouTuber. Next question.”

Your hands start to get clammy as you look down at the final question you have been saving for last. It’s been a good fifteen minutes, and the butterflies still haven’t subsided. If anything, they seem to have multiplied and transformed into a whole rampaging zoo complete with elephants and monkeys.

“Uh, are you sure about that, Nana? ShowMeTheMonet is really good. I also really like itsmebetch a lot.” You stall for time, staring at the last question until the words are stamped in your mind. “Dream Unsolved and Worth It are amazing, too.”

Suddenly, Jaemin is right in front of you as he spins your chair around to face him, frowning and complaining, “What do you mean I’m not your favorite? You’re my favorite! What kind of best friend are you? This is a betrayal! An insult! This is worse than Jisung not calling me his favorite! How could you do this to m—”

“Okay, okay, you’re my favorite! I’m sorry! It was a joke,” you interrupt, but he turns away from you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No, go make a video with ShowMeTheMonet instead.” He sulks, shoulders hunched over. “If you like her so much, go be best friends with her.”

“I’m sorry! I’ll buy you all the chocolate you want after this,” you plead with him, placing your phone on the table next to you. “I’ll even buy you boba everyday for a week!”

Jaemin brightens up at that immediately. “Oh, yeah! I want some milk tea after this! Okay, what’s the last question?”

You swallow hard, nervously fiddling with the hoodie strings once more and shoving all the butterflies down to the pit of your stomach. Twisting in your seat, you move your chair and spin his around until you’re both facing each other, knees touching.

“‘Where and when was our first kiss?’”

At the immediate thought of kissing you, his cheeks explode in various shades of pink, the tips of his ears catching fire. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about kissing you daily. Heck, he had to stop himself from doing so earlier when you were burying your face in his stolen hoodie. It’s so unfair that you’re always so cute and looking so… so… kissable.

“I, uh, I don’t think I can answer that,” your best friend stammers out as his eyes dart towards your lips before meeting yours.

“But you got all the other answers right.” Your voice comes out steadier than you thought it would, and you mentally pat yourself on the back. Gnawing on your bottom lip, you pause for a moment, balling your hands into fists before uncurling them and asking hesitantly, “Should I help you out?”

“Yes.” He wonders how exactly you can help him out. Oh god, did he kiss you before when he was drunk? But you would’ve told him if he did that. What if he had ki—

A soft pair of lips lands on his.

You’re kissing him. Oh my god, you’re kissing him! Jaemin wants to jump up and shout it from the rooftops. His heart leaps from his chest, and he’s wildly cheering in his mind as fireworks explode around him before he suddenly remembers that he has to kiss you back.

And so he does.

Jaemin tugs you closer until you’re pulled onto his lap, a muffled squeak of surprise coming from you, and he laughs as he presses his lips against yours more firmly, hands gripping your thighs as you straddle him. Your arms loop around his neck, and your heart ricochets in your chest as you kiss him back until your lungs are screaming for oxygen and you have to pull away.

Jaemin positively beams at you, eyes sparkling as he leans forward and nuzzles his nose against yours affectionately. He laughs breathlessly, resting his forehead against yours. “Yeah, that was really helpful. Our first kiss just happened right here a few seconds ago. And now, our second kiss is about to happen.”

Your best friend closes the distance, crashing his lips against yours once more, and you kiss him back just as fervently, smiling against his lips as he does the same. Never in either of your wildest dreams did you think this was going to happen, but you sure as heck aren’t complaining, and neither is he.

When the two of you finally break apart, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, flustered, and Jaemin laughs giddily, cheeks flushed and eyes twinkling. He hugs you tightly to his chest before nudging you to look up at him. “So did I get a 100% on the boyfriend tag?”

“Yes,” you say, sitting up straight on his lap and grabbing both of his hands in each of your own, intertwining your fingers with his. “You got twenty five out of twenty five. Congratulations on your perfect score.”

“Technically, you did do the boyfriend tag with your boyfriend then, right?” he says slyly, squeezing your fingers. “Shouldn’t I get some bonus points for helping you do the tag correctly?”

You chuckle, failing to contain your smile. “Okay, fine, you get bonus points, too. You did an A plus job, Nana.”

“I’ll take those bonus points in the form of kisses.” He puckers his lips at you, and you easily comply, wordlessly leaning forward to give him one, two, three kisses.

Jaemin grins at you, positively delighted before he attacks you with kisses, peppering soft kisses onto your cheeks, forehead, chin, the tip of your nose, and everywhere else in between until he finally kisses your lips gently.

If this was a cartoon, there would be hearts floating around his head and shooting from his eyes. He leans forward again to kiss you one more time for good measure. You smile mischievously, tilting your head to the side slightly as your hands curl around his shirt. “Are you sure there’s nothing else you want for your bonus points?”

His eyebrows furrow for a split second before his entire face lights up. Jaemin carefully cradles you, picking you up as his grip tightens under your thighs. You let out a quiet squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he stands up enthusiastically.

“Cut the cameras!”

One new notification: peachyangel uploaded a new video!

nana ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ commented:

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ANGEL 🥺💗💞💖💗🤩💝💕💜🤧💖💘😭💘🌼💐🥺💖🥺🥺🥺

peachyangel replied: ily too baby 🥺🤧💖💖

insert goofy’s chuckle commented:

is this allowed?? there are minors here 😫 jisung look away

peachyangel replied: get your mind out of the gutter, ya nasty 🙄 we turned off the cam because he wanted to go get milk tea

jisung pwark replied: I’m 18!!!!! Stop treating me like a child!!! 

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ jisung pwark stop making me cut the crusts off of your sandwiches then

big head king replied: @ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck how come you don’t cut the crusts off of my sandwiches 😭😭

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ big head king because you are a grown adult and jeno already does it for you

jenojam commented:

congrats jaemin!! :)

Starbucks Official commented:

we would love to sponsor you, Mr. Na!

FIGHTING HAEYADWAE commented:

OH YOU ARE NANA!!1!1!!! 🤯🤯

ShowMeTheMonet commented:

um hello i would love to do the gf tag with you! i accept!!! it would be an honor 🤩

peachyangel replied: omg yes!!!! 🥺🥺 let’s do it soon 💖

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ nana ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ did… did we just lose our gfs 🤧

mork lee rawr xD commented:

hahaha nice guys ! this was really cute haha

ty track commented:

the babies are all growing up too fast ):

jeno is my favorite commented:

.... i feel so single @.@

DonutKillMyVibe commented:

let it be known that I was the friend who challenged @ peachyangel to do the challenge and hence, I am the reason these two are together 👀👀

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck commented:

someone should make an updated version of that jaemin complaining video compilation with this

big head king commented:

ayyy you all are the GOAT 🐐🐐🐐

jenojam commented:

so are we just gonna let it slide when he called everyone except jisung “non jisungs” ?

jisung pwark replied: 😎😎

insert goofy’s chuckle commented:

is no one gonna comment on how he called me a snake?????

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle is no one gonna comment on how much of a clown hyuck is???

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck wtf? where did this even come from

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle sorry I thought we were stating the obvious here

big head king replied: LOLOLOL

apado gwenchana god commented:

nice 😎👍🏻

[fangirl--writes]

Purpose. Pre-Spray Jeremiah Valeska x Reader

ENCHANTED PROMPT: “Plan a private picnic by the fires glow.”

RQ by anon. There was no specification other than Jeremiah Valeska so I chose Pre-Spray Jeremiah Valeska.

This was super fun to write, thank you so much anon! 

Word Count: 1550

Check out this post If you’d like to request one of the other prompts.

A quick rasp at the door caused you to look up from your book. Wordlessly you sighed dropping your marker on your page.

It was just getting good too….

You gave a longing look back at your book before you adjusted your sweater and headed to the door.

“Yes?” Your tired gaze settled on the stoic form of your boyfriend’s assistant.

Ecco. Her blue eyes were deep as she swept your form with a quick nod.

Your lazy afternoon gone in a matter of seconds.

“Come with me please.”

Your brows arched as you stiffened,“Is Jeremi- “

“Mister Wilde, is fine.” Her voice was firm.” I have been instructed to come collect you at his request.”

A soft whine bubbled from your chest as you grabbed your shoes, slipping them on before reaching for your keys. Ecco’s eyes never leaving you as you locked the door. Her hand fell to your back as she guided you to the car, your mind racing with all matter of worry.

Is he okay?

Did something happen-

Jeremiah always informed you ahead of time if he was sending his proxy

Always.

His assistant remained steadfast and silent as she drove you the hidden paths to Jeremiah’s bunker deep in the outskirts of Gotham. Your hands twisted the seat belt in knots as you stared out the tinted window; the city skyline getting smaller and smaller in the rear view.  Time seemed to drag as the car headed into the darkness; the soft glow of the headlights illuminating the rugged path ahead of you.

Please be okay... Please be okay.

Your knuckles were white as the car finally eked to a stop, you had to force yourself to still as the blonde came around to open your door. She led you through the familiar path to the cylinder block square nestled into the ground, with a soft click the door opened. Your chest was tight as the grey walls were bathed in a crisp glowing light. In an instant you threw yourself down the hall, the tense energy that bubbled in your chest burst as you sprinted leaving Ecco behind.

“Jeremiah-

Jeremiah…please answer me.”

Your voice grew more desperate with every scream. There was no sign of your red headed engineer-

Images of him collapsed somewhere down one of the many twisting halls flooded your mind; his body limp, lifeless on the cold concrete. The soles of your sneakers skidded to a stop as a faint crunch caught under your feet.

Your frantic gaze veered down to see a petal crumbled under your rampage… a vibrant crimson rose.

You backtracked catching sight of more petals… your siege paused as you followed the trail down the new corridor. The white lights were dimmed; instead, the hall was illuminated in soft glow of small flickering candles. A warm whiff of your favorite scent guided you down the hall.

Did… Jeremiah do this?

Every so often you’d come home to a beautiful bouquet on your table with a handwritten note of adoration. Small gifts would be delivered to your workplace, but never a gesture like this.

You thumbed the rose petal in your palm as you gawked in awe as you moved along unsure of your destination.

The hall opened up to a room familiar. The den where you and your significant other spent hours, reading, laughing and enjoying the others company.

The worn petal slipped from your hand as you laid sight on a room aglow by a steady crackling flame in a fireplace… a new fireplace. Lanterns filled in the gaps chasing away any inkling of frigid darkness.

Your hands flew to cover your lips as a surprised gasp escaped you. A massive fur rug was spread over the typical cold concrete draped with plush pillows and blankets. The rose petals had blossomed into dozens of stems planted in small metal vases laid meticulously across the space, dancing in the dim glow.

“Do you like it Darling?”

You nearly melted hearing Jeremiah’s breezy voice tickle your ear; your eyes squeezed shut as his arms slipped around you in a warm embrace

He pulled you in close his cologne faint, filled your senses as you held him.

“It’s… amazing…”

You froze in you enrapture; eyes growing wide for a split second as you remembered-

“Don’t Scare Me Like That.” The words flew from your mouth angrily as you wiggled turning to smack your partners chest.

“Do you know how worried I was?

I thought you were dead.

Ecco didn’t say anything and you- “

Jeremiah’s lips cut you off as he cradled your cheek in his hand. His forehead together against yours pulling away to speak in your place.

“Forgive me. I know it’s brash but I wanted to surprise you and didn’t know any other way.”

You grazed the back of his hand falling into the deep green pools of his eyes.  His dark brows knitted in concern at your silence.

After a few moments your bubbling giggle filled the room. “Don’t make it a habit.” You pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose before turning back to the fireplace.

Your partner’s hand entwined into yours with a low breathy chuckle and a shake of his head as he led you to the warmth of the hearth, guiding you to a cushion before slipping off to the side returning quickly with two glasses and a covered dish.

“Thank you.” You grinned as you reached to take one of the glasses filled with your favorite wine.  

He settled beside you before laying the dish to the side before taking a drink of his own.

“I do wish you would have at least given me a clue…” You swirled your glass before taking a sip. “I feel so out of place in all this elegance.”  Even he had dressed impeccably as always in a copper toned sport coat and trousers down to his shoes that shined with care.  

Jeremiah’s hand brushed against your knuckles pulling your attention from the drink; the flame dancing off the lenses of his glasses as he stared into the roaring fire.

“It doesn’t compare.”

The faintest grin crept on his face as he caught a glimpse of your eyes darting away to your glass, your form dipped at his sincerity. He felt a small pride seeing your blush, the bashful grins as you took his compliments was almost mind numbing for him. “All the grandest gestures I could give would never measure to the one you have given me.”

Your head lifted with the faintest tilt as you set your glass aside. “…Sweetheart is was just a watch...”

Your naïve nature was a charm he held so dear to his heart Jeremiah wanted nothing more than to protect you, to guard you from the evils of the outside world that had turned him callous and cold.

He felt his cheeks crack into a chuckling grin that spilled into his speech. “-And it’s a lovely piece, but it wasn’t…quite what I had in mind.”

He cleared his throat as he turned to face you reaching to take both your hands.

You gave him a reason to step away and take part in the small pleasures.

He felt life was worth something again. He was alive when you were with him, the mere thought of you now made Jeremiah…dare he say giddy like school boy with his first love. He now had a purpose beyond the piles of blueprints and sticky notes lining the walls of office.

He had you.

The fear that paralyzed him to hide in the shadows of the underground was cracking, shedding a light on a new life that he could build with his new purpose.

Even now as he looked to you, blinking under the cover of the candle lit room a weak smile slipped across his lips. The words all planned, down to the breathes he’d take all but faded away; Jeremiah didn’t even notice the faint tremor in his hands as he took in a breath in an attempt to seal his nerves.

You made him a mess.

“Y/N, my darling... will you stay here? With me.”

Your eyes glistened, as a soft gasp escaped you breaking into a beaming smile as you nodded eagerly your whole-body following along.

Before you could reply, he pressed a finger to your parted lips. His voice was faint as he dropped an addition.

“The night, and forever.”

You couldn’t hold the elation that was bursting in your chest; suddenly you sprang forward overtaking him in a fit of glee as one word fell feverishly from your lips. Yes. Yes, yes yes.

The two of you went tumbling down to the plush carpet. Jeremiah was on his back in an instant as your lips came crashing down to capture his own in a buzz of excitement.

Unprepared he flinched as the two of you went reeling back; his mind going blank as your lips settled into his. His hands wandered to hold your waist steady, savoring the taste of the drink on your lips before watching you pull away with a breathless huff.

And now, he would never have to think of another day were you wouldn’t be with him.

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[tartagilicious]

“that unforgettable moment was the first time i caught sight of you." a calming romantic playlist for vyn and artem // requested by anon 🌸

-> hi grace! I was wondering if I can request a music playlist for Artem and Vyn? Like “what songs would they listen to with their s/o (female please)” Maybe around 35 songs? Cause I wanna make a playlist in spotify for me to listen to. Maybe calm/comfort/romantic songs they would listen with you

<- thirty one songs ->

♡ out of my mood, gate 문

-> “who knew that someone like you would come and push me through, out of my mood?"

♡ hazy, hunter moreau

-> “take me back to somewhere new, prove to me that miracles exist. i don’t need the world, just you."

♡ sway, rhodes

-> “we were just out walking, i don’t know how we came to stop here. when we’re high up above and the night is all blind."

♡ red line, ben chandler

-> “i loved you from the first time i seen you in the sunlight, now it’s only right if i tell you that you’re my type."

♡ love me low, ai bendr

-> “i can’t seem to fight this feeling i get when i’m with you, so kiss me slow. love me low."

♡ this is how you fall in love, jeremy zucker

-> “you are the reason i never think twice, wherever we go, what glitters is gold."

♡ permanent +1

-> “when i’m lying with you and you want my advice on something we’ve been through a hundred times, your over-analysing isn’t tiring, no it’s always fine. it’s always fine with me."

♡ dark red, steve lacy

-> “i belong with you, and only you baby. only you my girl, only you babe. only you darling only you."

♡ softly, clairo

-> “didn’t mean to get so close, and i know that i should probably go, but i got this feeling. tell me girl i gotta know."

♡ mind over matter (reprise), young the giant

-> “and when the seasons change, will you stand by me? ‘cause i’m a young man built to fall. mind over matter, i’m in tatters thinking about her."

♡ summer sky, asking for a friend

-> “if i didn’t know any better i’d say you wanted to kiss me. well i do, but i don’t know for sure. why don’t you roll your eyes across my heart, and compromise the mystery for a taste of your eventual sweet summer sky."

♡ emerald eyes, anson seabra

-> “i’ve spent a thousand nights lost in your emerald eyes, lost in a place where i know you can see my soul."

♡ casual, johnny stimson

-> “break down these walls over some takeout, don’t you worry about nothing at all. i can get to you know you, we take it slow, savour every moment keep it on the low."

♡ kmotm, peter katz

-> “lay in my bed, kiss me on the mouth. i’m stuck in my head, kick me out. hold me down, come kiss me on the mouth.”

♡ like i can, sam smith

-> “why are you looking down all the wrong roads? when mine is the heart and the soul of this song. there may be lovers who hold out their hands, but he’ll never love you like i can."

♡ what a feeling, one direction

-> “what a feeling to be right here beside you now, holding you in my arms. when the air ran out we both started running wild, the sky fell down.”

♡ light, sleeping at last

-> “i’ll give you everything i have, i’ll teach you everything i know. i promise i’ll do better. i will always hold you close, but i will learn to let you go, i promise i’ll do better."

♡ someone to spend time with, los retros

-> “my sweetheart, where are you? i need someone to spend time with, to give and share all my love.”

♡ jump then fall, taylor swift

-> “i like the way you sound in the morning. we’re on the phone and without warning, i realise your laugh is the best sound i have ever heard."

♡ lovesick, awfultune

-> “god i need a doctor, cause i’m in love. somebody should’a stopped her, my mind is numb."

♡ shoulder to shoulder, tate mcrae

-> “you’ve seen a lot more than pain, and i don’t know what i should say. i’ve got about a story or two, the silence doesn’t know you like i do."

♡ symmetry, jt roach + emily warren

-> “we play games, and we make shapes on different sides. and we prefer all our colours outside the lines. we fight each other like oil and water, but you and me got chemistry. and if we separate, it doesn’t matter."

♡ til forever falls apart, finneas

-> “cause you’ve got me and you know, that i’ve got you and you know: if the tide takes california, i’m so glad i got to hold ya. and if the sky falls from heaven above oh i know i had the best time falling into love."

♡ to begin again, ingrid michealson + zayn

-> “when the world was ending we looked up at the sky and talked about the next song we’d play."

♡ strawberries, caamp

-> “be my light, sunrise laughing because we stayed up all night. be my map, and we’ll leave with al the reassure we can grab. be my pride, stay under my skin, don’ let me take what is not mine."

♡ pretending, charlie

-> [instrumental]

♡ forever and always, zeph

-> “i don’t think my love will ever start to fade. my attachment to you isn’t subject to change. my heart’s yours forever and always."

♡ elise, the greeting committee

-> “but if love makes you stupid, you’re making me the biggest fool you’ll ever find. so make me yours from this way forward, and i’ll grow to be somebody you deserve with promises for all they’re worth."

♡ easily, bruno major

-> “back to front, all tangled and messy. and that’s how we feel and will always be, that’s alright with me. don’t you tell me it wasn’t meant to be. call it quits or call it destiny."

♡ turning page, sydney rose

-> “ i’ve waited a hundred years, and i’d wait a million more for you. nothing prepared me for the privilege of being yours would do."

♡ war, chance peña

-> “cold sweats and heartbreak dear, all this and i’m still here. to the ends of the earth and the atmosphere, rest easy and know my love’s always near."

[kiss-my-freckle]

Full Episode Commentary

1x2: The Night of the Comet

I believe Katherine IS the comet. The soundtrack lyrics at the open are hilarious to me. "I tremble. They're gonna eat me alive." Damon kills another couple, and both are premeditated. This time, he's more or less playing with his food based on what they say to each other, making it "rain" blood. This is Katherine's impact on Damon. More journal voiceovers from Stefan and Elena. "For once, I don't regret the day before it begins." If only Elena knew that Stefan would burn to ash in the daylight without his ring on. "For once, I don't regret the day before it begins. Because I know I will see him again. For the first time in a long time, I feel good." Here, Elena speaks of being too dependent. As if she needs Stefan just to get out of bed. To feel good. Beyond disgusting and very unhealthy.

Jenna needing to ask Elena questions about Jeremy shows her failure as their guardian. He's visiting Vicki at the hospital. Stefan and Elena can't even get through class without ogling each other. A beautiful parallel there. For Stelena, it's high school with Mr. Tanner. For Delena, it's college with professor Shane. They interrupt class. Stefan brought Elena a copy of Wuthering Heights. He lies to her about where he got it. Caroline tells Bonnie to conjure up Damon's name and phone number, she's that stuck on him. Stefan intrudes on Elena's conversation with Matt. Now the second time he eavesdrops. Matt is talking to her about Vicki, and to be clear… Damon was the first to tell Elena their truth, he simply told her through Vicki. It takes Elena three more episodes to find out it's actually true.

Sigh… Jenna showing more and more that she's a parental guardian failure. Using the death of Jeremy's parents to excuse his skipping classes. Mr. Tanner shouldn't have to tell Jenna that Jeremy is on drugs when they live in the same house, but clearly it's news to her. She then gives him attitude while he's being real with her. Stefan is at the hospital, compelling Vicki. Matt catches sight of him and follows. That's when Stefan runs right into the phlebotomy area and vamps out. It's clear that he's insanely hungry for human blood because he's been on animal blood. Something Damon commented about in the pilot episode. Caroline straight-up insults Bonnie's grandmother, and appears to be more interested in hearing about Elena's time with Stefan. "Just jump his bones already! Ok, it's easy. Boy likes girl, girl likes boy, sex!" So this is the same girl that refers to Damon as a man slut in 4x8. She's actually questioning why Elena didn't sleep with Stefan the day after meeting him. Wow. Elena agrees with Caroline, which I find hilarious because it's the reason she meets Damon.

Matt questions Vicki about her attack. It's clear that Stefan didn't compel her well because she actually has to think about what attacked her. The answer should come easily. Jeremy stops in and takes the hint to give them time alone. Matt has similar body language for Delena in 4x7. Vicki makes it sound like she's much older than Jeremy when he's 15. She's having a relationship with him in secret, which I feel isn't fair to him. He's young, so he's a lot more tolerant to that crap than Elena. Still, his love for her is real and adorably sweet.

This was the moment I fell in love with Damon. Just this right here. The way he looks at her with fun in his eyes. I love him all the more for bringing the crow in. He's straight-up confessing that he was at the cemetery, and he's the one Bonnie saw when she did her beer bottle reading. Damon doesn't require words to actually speak. He simply needs Elena to accept what she's seeing. Such is the case with him closing the door behind her when she left it open. Damon is telling her he's a vampire without telling her he's a vampire, she's just not ready to accept it. Clearly he wants her to know. Just as clear that Elena hears but doesn't listen. "Stefan didn't tell me he had a brother." Actually, he did. If Stefan didn't have a sibling, he'd admit he doesn't have a sibling. When Elena asked if he had siblings, his response was enough. "None that I talk to." A basic admission that he has siblings, but they're estranged. "Well, Stefan's not one to brag." Exactly what Stefan does in his final goodbye to Elena. There's a duality in Damon where Elena is concerned, and I find it altogether beautiful. I think it's only natural for both brothers to be curious about her. However, being curious doesn't require being in her life. The difference between Damon and Stefan is that Damon doesn't "have to" know her, he "gets to" know her. If not for Stefan, he'd simply care for Elena from a distance.

Damon has a certain style about him as he speaks of their family room. "It's a little kitschy for my taste." He would require an emotional connection to their art to actually like it. From this point forward, it's important to pay mind to what he says because he uses alternate meanings. Not just in this episode either. "I see why my brother's so smitten." The sense of sight because she's a doppelganger. "It's about time. For a while there, I never thought he'd get over the last one." Sense of time as they're over 145 years old. "Nearly destroyed him." And a sense of being because Stefan literally died and became a vampire. This is how quick Damon conjures up alternate meanings. He's also able to pull off beautiful speeches on the spot.

"Yeah. Katherine, his girlfriend? Oh, you two haven't had the awkward exes conversation yet. Oops. Well, I'm sure it'll come up now. Or maybe he didn't want to tell you because he didn't want you to think he was on the rebound. We all know how those relationships end."

Damon drops Katherine's name for the sake of Elena asking Stefan about her because it'll be hard for him to talk about Katherine without revealing his age. Damon then pushes the idea that Stefan is on the rebound for the sake of Elena pushing the issue all the more. The best way to get Elena questioning Stefan about Katherine is by making her question if she is in fact a rebound. He then admits to being a fatalist. This is extremely important for season 5, as it's his belief that things are fated to happen. Elena's comment jumps off his comment to Stefan in the pilot. "Well, let's hope not. We both know how that ended." Damon believes Katherine has been desiccating in the tomb for 145 years, so it ended.

Stefan interrupts their conversation. Bothersome to me because I already have a problem with the way he regards Elena. In this scene, it's his body language. He's coming off extremely possessive. Like a dog guarding its bone, only Elena is the bone. It's even in his eyes. He's having a non-verbal conversation with Damon, and in this conversation, basically tells Damon that Elena belongs to him. When Stefan makes Elena feel so unwelcomed that she admits she should've called first, yeah. He's literally giving her the feeling that she doesn't belong there. Damon's response is hilarious. "Oh, don't be silly. You're welcome any time. Isn't she, Stefan? You know, I should break out the family photo albums or some home movies. But… I have to warn you. He wasn't always such a looker." He's already offering her photo albums and home movies, both of which would reveal their truth. Stefan still hasn't taken his eyes off Damon, as if Damon did something wrong. A two second look at Elena, and his eyes are back on Damon. It's insane how possessive he is, and I love the way Damon responds to it. Even when Elena goes to leave, he's like a brick wall. She actually has to repeat Stefan's name to get him to step aside so she can leave. The way he holds his hands behind his back, he's exhibiting power and dominance.

Damon knows Stefan quite well, so he knows he was at the hospital to compel Vicki. He questions if it worked because apparently it doesn't work well for vampires that don't drink human blood. Stefan asks Damon a question that speaks to his jealous nature. "How long was Elena here?" He basically wants to know how long Damon and Elena were alone with each other. Damon responds to Stefan's jealousy. "Are you worried, Stefan? Scared we may be doomed to repeat the past?" Elena is hilarious to me because she's quick to believe Stefan is on the rebound as Damon told her he was. "Raging family issues" is how she chooses to describe Stefan's possessive nature. Jeremy is hilarious in the way he talks to Jenna after she throws an apple at him, and she has no idea what to make of his response. Given what happens to Vicki, Damon had every reason to question if Stefan's compulsion worked on her. The only way I can describe her issue is by referring to Damon's mind in 8x10. He placed himself in hell fire in his conscious mind and in the cemetery in his subconscious mind. For a vampire on human blood, compulsion should reach the subconscious mind. It should reach the cemetery. For Stefan, it's only reaching the conscious mind, the hell fire. That's why Vicki is having nightmares about Damon. Her subconscious is breaking through and literally haunting her. Caroline catches sight of Damon and he disappears right before her eyes lol. At this point, he's acting like a tease. It's my belief that he's teasing her to the point she aches for him. He does this extremely well with Elena.

Zach is questioning why Damon is there. "Why did he come home?" If it is Damon's home, there should be no reason to question why he is home, and I feel the question quite insulting for either brother. Stefan assumes it's because of him. Uhm, no. Damon is home because he plans to rescue Katherine from the tomb. He's planning to make Stefan miserable because Stefan forced himself into Elena's life whilst pretending to be human. "Is she worth it? Uncle Stefan, this girl you came back for?" Insane that Zach feels this way about Stefan. I feel Elena is worth Stefan stepping out of her life, but he won't respect her enough. They're in town where most of their events take place, lighting candles and waiting for the comet to pass over. I consider the candle lighting representations just like the opening of the pilot. Stefan and Elena discuss the comet, his description is quite beautiful. Elena lol… "You seem to spend a lot of time apologizing." That's because Stefan is a big, fat liar. His question is perfect by design, and its intent is to further lie to her. "What did he say?" He wants to know what Damon told her about Katherine because he doesn't want to share unnecessary information. Sharing unnecessary information could reveal their truth. I consider this a manipulation. She talks about how Damon spoke of Katherine breaking his heart. Stefan tells her that was a long time ago. Uhm… he's stuck in his 17 year old body and pretending to be human. It's gonna be hard to claim it was a very long time ago while also being at an age when he would've dated her. Stefan stands in front of her to get her attention. Obvious that his intimate distance doesn't do to Elena what Damon's does, and I don't think it's meant to. She blows out her candle and leaves him at the event.

Damon's at the Grill, having a drink when Vicki walks in. He considers it unfortunate that she knows him, but he's speaking specifically to Stefan's inability to compel her correctly. That's why he takes her to the roof. He wants Stefan to feed because he's not even strong enough to compel. Like the pilot episode, Matt has another split-second moment that I swear he suspects Stefan of being a vampire. It's when Stefan hears Damon and Vicki on the roof, and he tilts his head to it. I also find it very hard for Stefan to explain why he's at the hospital visiting Vicki when he's a stranger to them. Damon cracks me up every time he pokes fun at Stefan's animal diet. He questions Vicki in front of Stefan for the sake of showing him that he's not compelling correctly. That's why he presses about what attacked her. A correctly compelled person wouldn't remember a vampire. Damon is genuinely upset that Stefan is as weak as he is. Understand that he has no idea Stefan is a blood junkie. He only knows that Stefan is a ripper. One doesn't necessarily have to do with the other. "No! I want you to remember who you are!" Stefan believes this is about Damon wanting to be brothers again. Uhm... this asshole truly can't think of any other reason why Damon is acting this way. Stefan forced himself into Elena's life and is playing human with her. He literally just got done writing in his journal about how he's unable to resist her, still poses a threat to her as he chooses to remain in her life, and he wonders why Damon wants him to remember who he is? He's the Ripper of Monterey!! Stefan actually tells him that he'd rather die and be rid of him than live and have him in his life. And fans wonder why I consider Stefan a shit brother. Through his response, Damon is basically telling Stefan that he's being dramatic. Damon doesn't want his brother dead, he wants him strong. It's insane to me that Stefan is choosing to build a life in Mystic Falls while remaining weak on the animal diet. Stefan won't be able to hide every little thing for long, so he will need his strength at some point. "Give Elena my best." Damon's comment has an alternate meaning, and it's actually quite literal. Stefan is giving Damon's best to Elena and Damon is giving Stefan's best to Caroline. Stefan is ripping into Elena in 3x5 and Damon is kissing her in 3x10.

Caroline makes it clear that she likes being the center of attention. God forbid Vicki actually be center of attention for the night. "Ugh, it's just so much drama. Ever notice how the druggies are the biggest attention whores?" This is Caroline describing herself.

When Bonnie hands Elena's phone number to Stefan, she has the same reaction as she did for her beer bottle reading. She can sense that he's a vampire. Even though Jenna is having a problem acting as their parental guardian, I feel that's mostly due to her age. It's sad that Jeremy is stuck in this love triangle with Tyler and Vicki, but he offers an interesting point of view when Elena gets stuck in her own love triangle. At the end of the episode, Stefan treats Elena how he should've treated her when she was talking to Damon. He had no reason whatsoever to react the way he did. His reaction only furthers the fact that he's a possessive and jealous person. This here is insane to me.

"I'm scared that if I let myself be happy for even one moment that the world's just going to come crashing down, and I don't know if I can survive that." Elena's comment is enough reason for Stefan not to be in her life, but he's not about caring what's best for her, he's about himself. "Well, this is reality. Right here." Stefan hands Elena another lie. Without his daylight ring, he'd burn to ash when the sun came up. This is only half their reality, so it's a lie by omission. They cut to Damon, who's giving Caroline the other half of their truth. So Stefan is giving Elena Damon's best and Damon is giving Caroline Stefan's best. The very reason Damon needed to enter Elena's life once Stefan did. He's there to unravel the lies Stefan tells her.

[creativeashproductions]

Subconscious Match Making // Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Kenny brings in his niece Y/N and her band to provide a demonstration of the stage presence of a band. More than happy Tarnished Poets become mentors during the process of bootcamp. Charlie’s eye is stuck on Kenny’s niece; Kenny’s so powerful he subconsciously did match making

Warning: Swearing, talk about car accident, angst, and fluff.

Words: 4.6k

A/N: The song used by my fictional band is High Hopes by the Australian band Yours Truly.

Masterlist

Being part of the audition aspect of Julie and the Phantoms was unreal, especially being young with such an opportunity. The timing couldn’t be better with the band stationed stateside for recording; Kenny had presented the offer to mentor during auditions. The capacity as a musician mentor was alien, but you would do anything for the guy you considered an uncle.

Stopping briefly at the bathroom, you encountered one of the options for Julie that Kenny had sent in the PDF file of people auditioning. As you stepped up to wash your hands, you noticed her lips moving along to the song they had been given.

“Are you okay?” You questioned turning to face the teenager no more than fifteen at the most. Her brown eyes colliding with yours unable to hide the nerves, “You’re auditioning for Kenny Ortega’s show, right?”

“Yeah. I’m Madison.” The girl spoke, holding out her hand to shake, “Are you auditioning for Carrie?”

You smiled at her question, “No.”

Julie went to answer before the glance at her watch, startled her barely getting a goodbye out before she was rushing out the door. You went back to drying your hands before heading to the room Kenny had messaged you about. It was a large room with people sitting at tables and four people on stage. All in a circle speaking quietly, you took the opportunity to settle beside Kenny and your three band members.

“Hey Kenny.” You murmured turning to the man, the myth, legend Kenny Ortega himself. The man beamed at you as he had not seen you in months due to touring.

“Y/N! Sweetheart.” Kenny spoke, taking in the differences, the bags under your eyes gone from the last time he had a video call, “You look stunning as usual.”

You chuckled at his compliment, feeling he was right; sleep was definitely better when not on a travelling bus. Late nights now found at the recording studio with the band and less stress on being hounded by fans.

“So, what do you want us to do?” You questioned glancing at the quartet on the stage each keeping their attention on each other, “Who are they?”

Kenny glanced at his colleagues ready for the day to start, “This the first time they will be performing on the stage as the band. They don’t know yet. As being their age, I’d like you to show them the dynamic we’re looking for.”

You nodded along with Lachlan, Brad and Jay. Kenny’s happy smile directed you guys for a second before turning to the stage. Huddling with your bandmates, you started throwing out song choices, one the most challenging things.

“Okay. Before we have you sing Bright, I convinced my niece to join us while they are off touring.” Kenny told the actors gesturing to the band in a huddle unbothered at the lack of listening, “Okay.”

Turning as Kenny’s voice centred towards you, the people on the stage caught sight of you all; Madison’s eyes grew. She adored your music, and not recognizing you in the bathroom, burnt her. The other guys were less familiar with the band other than Owen who knew them through Madison and Savannah.

“This is my niece Y/N along with her band members Lachlan, Brad and Jay. Tarnished Poets this is candidates for the show Charlie, Jeremy, Owen and Madison.” Kenny gestured to the two separate groups who quickly switched.

With a vast amount of experience, the small stage revamped itself with the band’s personal instruments. People held to move the stage drums to replace with Brad’s drums behind the clear plastic with quick succession as the remaining members took their places.

Your dark wash jean jacket tossed to the side of the stage mere seconds before Lachlan’s fingers started the song off with shredding on his baby pink guitar. The room melted away from your mind as the four got lost in the music.

You got the nerve to come and say 

That you’re not standing in my way

When we both know

Eyes closed you moved to the fast beats feeling on the top of the world as if nothing would knock you down.

The room was quiet aside from the music enthralling the occupants as this band shocked everyone but Madison and Kenny. This was precisely how Kenny envisioned Julie and the band would be like as the room burst into noise as if it was a concert. The stage was electrifying, and the actors couldn’t sit still with big smiles and bodies moving to the beat.

Well I’ve had high hopes up til now

 And I was kinda hoping. 

 You could be my hero

 You could be my hero

At the lull, in words, the guitars and the drums wove through the room as you flipped your hair side to side concealing the expression. The music brought a feeling euphoria to you as it always had because nothing made you feel as alive.

You never stayed in one place when you weren’t cupping the microphone singing you jammed with the others. Cleaning removing the mic from the stand you move to face Brad through the clear screen with a grin. A smooth practised twirl you found yourself by the bassist Jay delving into the lyrics once more.

You can’t take it back

With all, I’ve tried 

And I know that you can’t shape me

Moving back in fluid motion Lachlan and you switched places across the stage from Jay. Lachlan began his solo ending just as you circled back to your original positions. Everyone had watched Lachlan they missed your microphone being replaced in the stand.

As the song came to an end, you ended the last note bending to the side with the stand, every member leaning over to the floor. The guitar notes faded as the room burst into applause.

“This is what I want the band to be like!” Kenny called moving to the stage you hug you, “I knew I chose the right people. Did you see how they commanded the stage? They used the entirety, exploding with energy.”

Charlie’s jaw was dropped at how great the band was, they transformed the room into a concert, and you were damn good. Owen reached over and gently pushed Charlie’s jaw back up without looking; this move alone gave Kenny insight into the dynamic between the actors.

“Can you all come up here?” You asked the four actors moving aside for them as they stationed themselves you all wandered around, “Naturally you’ve all equally spaced yourselves out. That’s good because you understand you need space to rock out, but it comes with a negative.”

Lachlan stepped forth his accent, bringing the group to surprise, “But don’t stay in the box you’ve created. The stage is yours. You’re a band so interact.”

“Don’t play the music. Become the music you play, Luke doesn’t just love music. It’s in his blood and part of his soul.” You finished squeezing the arm of Charlie, eyes fractionally widening at the solid muscle. Charlie’s eyes glued to your eyes he didn’t notice as you gently pushed the white guitar into his chest.

“Show us Luke’s bond with music.” You softly spoke, backing away from the Canadian male turning on your heel to sit with Kenny again.

Your eyes couldn’t help but return to the male with the cut off shirt, and his hair pushed up out of his face. Suspenders connected to his jeans rolled above the brown boots. Your lips parted as Madison introduced the group.

“Hi, we’re Julie and the Phantoms I hope you enjoy.” The girl spoke before the group transformed in front of the group. They were no longer actors hoping for roles, but they became the characters they desired to play.

Charlie melted into the character of Luke with ease; it was beautiful and poetic. What they didn’t know was that they were, in fact, the band.

As the music died down, you relaxed into the chair as Kenny cheered with his hands high in the air with the entire room as they bowed. Kenny’s teasing grin glanced back as he approached the stairs to the huddled youth.

“I don’t know. Can we?” Kenny spoke to the audience amused with the anticipation of the stage.

“Do it!” You called out with a grin along with the rest of Tarnished Poets keeping your eyes on Charlie. His energy intrigued you incredibly.

“Yeah you are our band.” Kenny announced changing the lives of the official cast forever. The quartet exclaimed in response clutching each other close as if they had been friends for years instead of months.

Charlie’s grin fluttered your heart as you leaned back, watching the excited group knowing you would be watching the show when it came out.

 The summer breeze was serene in the quiet area outside of the beautiful city of Vancouver, Canada where filming had commenced. Scheduling was perfect with the members of Tarnished Poets breaking off for the break. Lachlan returned to his family in Perth, Australia while Brad and Jay decided on a road trip in their home state.

You had accompanied Kenny to Canada for the first part of filming moving into a small house near the set. The home quickly became the hub of the cast with the close proximation to filming, you had even given Charlie the spare key. You two incredibly close.

“So, this is where you disappear to.” The teasing voice came from behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you met the gaze of Charlie’s hazel eyes.

He moved through the meadow to the tree you found shade under with your guitar nearby. You always had a feeling the adventurous guy would find the trail to the meadow you frequented. His forest green shirt bringing out the green of his eyes that you adored. As if you were a character in a Tumblr story, you fell for him and wondered if he felt the same.

“Sometimes I need to leave the city. I spent too much time in them.” You spoke, closing the notebook of the song you were working on. It wasn’t one you planned on using for Tarnished Poets, but instead something you hesitated on showing Kenny.

 “I didn’t know you could play the guitar.” Charlie softly spoke gently, stroked the neck of the well-used guitar. Passed down from your mom who loved playing at cafes in her teens and into her early 20s.

“Probably because we perform with electric more often. Plus, I like doing vocals.” You spoke shuffling to face him, “So it took you over a month to find this meadow.”

Charlie chuckled glancing at the notebook with interest. He always wanted to know more about you from the moment he saw you.

“What are you working on?” He questioned slowly grasping the notebook in his hand. Usually, you would be shy and letting someone see an unfinished song. Still, something about Charlie never made you feel nervous.

“A song about regret over hurting someone.” You softly replied, moving to bring your knees into your chest thinking about one of the final devasting moments, “I’m kinda the female counterpart of Luke. I grew up in a small town where people had reliable jobs. I always loved music. My mom taught me to play the guitar.”

“Yeah?” Charlie smiled, wondering what a kid version of you would have been like. Your eyes raised to meet his.

“Her dream was to make a living out of her music, and she got rejected. A lot. I think she lost a part of herself when she gave up for a secure, stable job as an accountant. Didn’t mean she didn’t still love to play, so she taught me how to play as a hobby.”

“But you loved it like she did.” Charlie breathed picking up where the story would be going so he gently took your hand in his; something not unusual with you two.

“I posted videos of covers on YouTube and Lachlan saw it. He had moved to America to make his dream and closely, our band came together. We did some gigs around my hometown even making the long trips to the city.” You reminisced on the times where you were an underground band with a small following. Things went sour when you hit more immense success, “We had the opportunity for our music, and at eighteen we took it.”

Slowly you leaned into the body of Charlie relaxing as his arms encompassed you in a feeling of safety and warmth. His fingers tangling in your hair as he focused on your story.

“My parents found out, and Mom just exploded. We both said cruel things, and I left that night. We played gigs constantly, so I always pushed back, making up with her. Six months into the move, she got into a car accident.” You sighed nestling further into Charlie, “I wrote that song, but I couldn’t even finish it, but with Luke’s storyline, I think it would be perfect. I’m polishing it up to present to Kenny.”

“What’s it called?” He inquired, smiling as you shifted to lean your back against his chest to cradle the guitar in your lap.

“Unsaid Emily. My mom’s name is Emily.” Your words nearly buried under the soft notes from the guitar. Your lips opened to sing, but you didn’t have to. Charlie started it.

The emotion was raw in the air as the power in his voice brought you to tears, unable to do more than strum the guitar and harmonizing at one point. It was like Unsaid Emily was made for Charlie to sing. At that moment you knew, this was the song Luke needed to do for his mom in the show; however, it could be incorporated.

Overcome with an emotion you pushed to your knees to cup his cheeks as he trailed off the last word. The guitar keeping you from pressing your chests together to kiss you poured your feelings in the kiss. A kiss he returned with gusto.

“Whoa.” Charlie breathed, keeping his forehead connected to yours smiling as your eyelashes tickled his cheeks. Calloused fingers set the guitar aside as he tugged you into his chest as his lips drew closer.

Your lips parted as a tingle overtook your whole body as he lips caressed yours soft lightly you thought you imagined it. His mouth claimed yours in what might be the most passionate one you’ve ever had. Pulling away, you became aware your hands had flipped under his shirt with knowing.

“Thank you.” You spoke softly looking up through your eyelashes at the guy the grew as important as the band.

Charlie’s cheeks painted a soft pink set off by the hypnotizing brown of his hazel gaze as if you were his whole world. His eyes scanning all your features from the small scar in your hairline thanks to a table edge at six years old.

 “For what?”

“Being you.” You replied tugging fists full of the green shirt to silence her thoughts with another fervent meeting. Yours arm coming to encircle his neck as his hands copied the move on your waist. Sitting on knees time slowed in the toe-curling kiss, he pulled away once more.

 “I could kiss you forever, and it still wouldn’t be long enough.” Charlie spoke, keeping his eyes closed as his fingers pinched his skin. This was what he dreamed of, being able to hold you more than a few seconds of an embrace.

“How is this going to work? My band goes on tour when you’re at the end of filming.” You questioned nestling into his arms again. The future was scary when you both were incredibly busy with the upcoming months.

“I’ll fly over for a few weeks. See you in action.” He chuckled, pushing you away to stand up, “How about we start with dinner first?”

It seemed the universe took pity on a young couple when Charlie took you home to his family to meet. His parents and siblings being the only ones aware of the relationship. Tour came and went with Charlie, using the time before promoting JATP, attended before you flew back to Canada with him.

Being with Charlie was like breathing, necessary and beautiful. You got along with his family as he did with yours. It was remarkable how interconnected you became together in the months committed to the relationship.

“Hey.” Charlie spoke, kissing your cheek in your private home you were renting in the country of Canada. When whispers of the pandemic came around, you had flown from the house you rented in LA with a friend to home.

Charlie had had the same idea to return home to his parents’ home while you settled into a house further away from other people. Charlie walked the distance to your place, and when lockdown came into effect, the decision was, he would stay with you.

“Well hello.” You cheekily responded, resting your fingers on the sleep flush of his cheeks as the glazed look faded.

 Charlie straight out of sleep was by far your favourite version of him with the genuine and raw unguarded emotions he displayed. In the nine months together, you had fallen for him swifter than Swiper from Dora could take items. Completely reciprocated on his side.

“You look happy.” Charlie murmured tracing the path from your temple to the corner of your mouth. The boy with messy hair, he had started growing it out after Julie, and the Phantoms wrapped.

“I am.” You softly spoke, shifting closer to him, “I’ve never been happier than I am tucked away from the world in your arms.”

The flush of Charlie’s cheek no longer came from the nap, but from the attention, you placed on the actor. He could feel the love radiating from your heart just by the look in your eyes.

“I’m going to be incredibly cheesy and reply that I am holding my world in my arms.” He expressed leaning over to press his lips against your forehead raptured by the honour he had at loving you.

“The next few days will be hectic.” You articulated running your hands through the thick brown hair focusing solely on his eyes—the building excitement budding within the actor.

Charlie’s lips parted to reply when his phone vibrated on the side table, “One moment. It’s Owen.”

You shifted out of the camera view per the mutual decision to keep the relationship under wraps for the time being. You absolutely knew the show would be a hit and thousand, make that hundreds of thousands, of people, would crush on the character. By keeping the relationship quiet, it would increase the fanbase because some people honestly only care about looks.

“Hey Buddy!” Charlie beamed at his fellow quarantine hair buddy with over 3,000 kilometres between each other.

“Eh! Charlie!” Owen greeted just as excited at his best friend delving into a story of the recent lego build his mom had made.

“So, the show debuts in a few days. How do you feel about it? I’m excited but also nervous. First leading role.”

“I think people will relate to the show. I mean the music is amazing, and the acting wasn’t too shabby.” Owen replied just about to open his mouth when he slammed it shut. His blue eyes narrowed together, picking up on the odd background. He had to lean closer to his phone, “Either I’m suddenly eighty years old or your definitely not at home.”

“W-what?” Charlie scoffed eyes flicking to the surroundings completely forgetting he was in his girlfriend’s home instead of his parents, “I’m at home.”

“No! We’ve chatted so many times I could draw your family’s house blueprint with my eyes closed. That is a bedroom and it ain’t in the Gillespie home.”

Charlie moaned hanging his head, “C’mon buddy. I’m at home.”

“Charles Gillespie, you have sex hair.” Owen deadpanned unamused at the obvious and quite literally horrible dishonesty from the Canadian male. Charlie’s cheeks puffed as he blew air out of his mouth and taking the ‘L’ in the situation.

“One moment.” He spoke, putting his friend on mute and setting the phone down to create a black screen. The entire short conversation you had delved back into the songbook always on your person, “Babe, Owen won’t let it go.”

“Tell him.” You replied gazing over the rim of your glasses with a smirk scarcely visible to your partner. Your full attention returned to scribbling in the book while Charlie inhaled sharply; psyching himself up.

“Okay. I’m seeing someone.” Charlie admitted sending the blonde into screaming having been suspicious. Jeremy’s wife, then girlfriend, had tried setting Charlie up with countless refusals.

“Who is it?”

“Don’t get upset. I’m dating Y/N-“

“-like Y/N from Tarnished Poets? The musician from Bootcamp that completely made us look like toddlers?” Owen demanded gasping as Charlie panned the FaceTime to the girl under the blankets, “Holy shit!”

“I don’t know how I managed to get her date, but it’s the happiest I’ve been.”

“Hey Owen.” You acknowledged the blonde drummer with a shy smile and kind eyes that he had found numerous times on set. He looked up to you along with loving the suggestions and help Brad gave him on the drums.

“How long have you been together?” Wondered Owen with the cute little smile you found endearing. You felt happy that it was Owen that had pieced it together.

“Going on ten months now-“

“-and I’m only just now finding out!” Owen exploded jittery in his seat at the pairing he had wanted to get together since the unbreakable gaze multiple times on set, “God I love the world!”

“Just don’t tell anyone, okay? We want to keep this private; you wouldn’t have been told had you not figured it out.”

“More like hounded it.” Charlie muttered under his breath, slinking his arm around your shoulders as his right hand held his phone. You slapped the bare chest of the love of your life heart fluttering at the solid muscle as it always did, “We need to get together as soon as we can.”

“I’m so done. There’s nothing to do in Oklahoma man. So that photo from Tarnished Poet’s European tour was real?” Owen recalled the picture that had crossed his Instagram For You page a few months prior.

“Yeah. I flew over for two weeks having the best time watching my girl kill it on the stage, they destroyed the stage each performance.” Charlie gushed unable to hold himself from frantically telling Owen about you unfazed by your presence.

“Why am I so single!” Owen groaned flinging his head back, “Is it the whole living with my parents at twenty? Am I not established enough?”

“Nah, you’re just too boring.” Charlie quipped thankful he was out of reach of the taller boy earning a laugh from his side. Owen snickered with a quick retort to his fellow actor.

“Well I’d stay and chat, but my phone is at 10%, and I’m too lazy to find my charger.” Owen started waving as he hung up on Charlie without waiting for a reply.

Your lips twitched that the profanity that fell from your boyfriend’s lips at the abrupt end of the call. Owen was like that in the end, living in the moment to an extent. Charlie turned on his side to tug you into his side, uncaring of your task.

“You’ve slept enough.” You chortled at the clinging boyfriend you had.

“Do you think we should tell the cast? Owen will be bursting with the secret if we don’t” queried Charlie pining his gaze on the steadily flushing cheeks with a fondness, “They wouldn’t tell. I really want to brag about my hot rocker girlfriend.”

Your hand dropped the notebook to play with his hair, “We’ll just keep the relationship to close friends and our family.”

Too bad you didn’t place a bet with Charlie because two hours after the convo with Owen your phones harmonized together. Your iPhone showing Carolynn’s cute selfie while Jeremy called Charlie.

“You’re dating Charlie!” Carolynn practically screamed into the phone, completely excited, “Owen told Jeremy, and I have wife privileges.”

“Dude! How long?”

“Near ten months.”

“Damn, we missed so many chances for double dates, but hey now I know who you kept sneaking into the apartment. Not like the smug smirk, the next day and her stiff walking didn’t speak for itself.”

“Jer!” Charlie called out mortified yet also proud that you couldn’t walk the night after. Your reaction was to Jer’s blunt statement was to bury your face in Charlie’s neck, concealing the deep blush.

The two couples conversed a couple more hours before ending in the evening for food. The same routine would continue for the next few days with alternating between the cast. The day Julie and the Phantoms dropped on Netflix, you binged it. The acting was insane and the storyline paired with the songs? Beautiful.

The issue came when Episode 8 came with the tsunami of emotions as Luke shattered himself singing Unsaid Emily.

“Oh my god.” You sniffled shakily cupping your damp cheeks in your hands, “It hurts. He’s having this cathartic release while agonizing himself. His parents can hear him singing the song.”

Charlie tugged you into his side equally moved from the cinematic beauty Kenny’s team had done. Unsaid Emily was the most emotional piece of music you had ever written in your career; Kenny had fallen in love with it. His genius mind recreating the scene of Luke singing and changing his mother’s name to Emily.

“Sh.” Charlie soothed in your ear, rubbing circles on the small of your back crying along with you, “It’s just a show.”

“Where in the hell did you pull off that level of regretful sadness? Who hurt you.” You replied, breathing shakily as the scene. Your eyes still tearing up as Emily finally got a little peace back after losing her son twenty-five years in the past.

“I took inspiration from your story, and I watched a video with a bunch of people describing the last moment with their loved ones. Add some sad music and missing my family…well this happened.” Charlie explained gently pushing your hands away to wipe your damp cheeks in a soft smile, “You created the song. It’s your work that moved so many people.”

“I provided words and a melody. You provided emotion and bridge between Luke and the audience.” You retorted leaning closer to the Canadian boy so very much in love with him.

Charlie pressed another kiss to your forehead as you tried to pull yourself together but watching Luke and Julie try to touch? That shattered you even more. Luke deserved a hug, and he can’t even get one from his crush? Extremely tragic.

“Maybe we should write a song together.” Charlie suggested quirking up one eyebrow as his green eyes spoke volumes on his feelings no words could ever match. His long fingers playing your digits.

“I have a better idea.” You grinned, “I know season two hasn’t been confirmed but what if Jer, Owen, you and Mads write songs for the band? Give an authentic aspect to your characters and band. Do it together, in pairs and alone.” You breathed straddling him to ensure you had his full attention at the suggestion that lit a light in his eyes.

“You must be on to something.” Charlie acknowledged removing his phone from his pocket to use the group chat. In a few minutes, he had exciting suggestions for the song ideas, “I love you.”

“Love you too.” You replied, sitting back as he continued planning both via the group chat and FaceTime with the others.

Kenny was a genius both on screen and at matchmaking. As evidenced with Charlie and Kenny’s niece.

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Best Of Three: A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

Request from @raveenasblog​: Can you do Gilbert reader who is a witch, and everyone treats her badly except the mikaelsons, she comes to know about the spell that Esther is performing and does a protection spell to counter. And each of the mikaelson boys like her😈😈 except finn

So, obviously, this is Kol-centric. Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

First there was Elijah.

Charming, sophisticated, and reserved. The perfect gentleman really. He looked at you with admiration, with those eyes so full of wisdom, that sharp suit framing him spectacularly.

He was handsome, and he appreciated you when your siblings wouldn’t.

But he wasn’t for you, not like that.

Then along came Klaus.

Roguish, dastardly, and the supposed villain of the story. An enigma of sorts. He looked at you with intrigue, with those eyes so full of storms, that leather jacket just so typical of someone like him.

He was attractive, and he had you wanting to help him, going behind your siblings’ backs.

But he wasn’t for you, not like that.

And finally, everyone was greeted by Kol.

Cheeky, fiery and wild. The troublemaker of the family. He looked at you with respect, with those eyes so full of fire, that waistcoat reminiscent of an era gone by, one you wanted to have lived in.

He was a work of art, and he treated you like an equal when your siblings patronized you.

Now he, he was maybe for you.

There was Finn too, of course, but the eldest of the Mikaelsons had made his views on you, the Gilbert witch you had captured the attentions of his brothers, quite clear. His insults didn’t hurt, not when Kol Mikaelson was paying you so much attention, revelling in the fact that he was winning your affections where his brothers had failed.

They were all the ideal gentleman, but Kol was the best of the three, in your eyes.

You were in the Mikaelson mansion, waiting for Kol to return after an argument with your siblings. Jeremy and Elena had taken a particular dislike to your interactions with the Original family, and you had left, not wanting to hear another word of it. They had never appreciated your skills, and here, you felt like you were worth something. Especially when Elijah complimented you, when Klaus smirked at you, when Kol looked at you like he did.

So here you were, waiting for him to come back, with every intention of making your feelings towards him clear. No more flirting, you had decided. You wanted something real with him.

It was then that your eyes caught sight of something you were pretty sure you shouldn’t have seen. On Esther Mikaelson’s desk, there was a scrap of parchment with runes scrawled over it.

It didn’t take long for you to make it out as a family tree, the Mikaelson family tree.

It didn’t take long for you to realise that this was a spell.

It didn’t take long for you to realise that this was a spell that would kill the Originals.

Your heart stopped as Esther’s plan sunk in, as you realised just what she was up to. You had to stop it, a life without the family unbearable. A life without Kol wasn’t worth thinking about, not when you were just about to admit to him how you felt.

You heard footsteps, and turning around came face to face with Kol. “Now, what are you doing in here?” His eyes fell to the piece of paper in your hand. “What’s that?”

“Nothing.” You stuffed the spell into your pocket, plastering a smile onto your face. You couldn’t tell him the truth now, couldn’t even tell him how you really felt, not when you held the knowledge that you did.

“Y/N, I-”

“You know what? I’ve just remembered that I’ve got to be somewhere. I’ll see you later.” You kissed Kol on the cheek, and left. It wasn’t until you got home that you realised just what you’d done.

You’d kissed him, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You would have panicked were it not for the fact that you had a counter-spell to create. You couldn’t let Esther kill her children, and after more than a few hours, you had come up with the way to stop it. It wasn’t perfect, and it would come with complications, but it would do.

Two nights later, your heart thumping, you made your way to the clearing where Esther would enact her spell. You saw her standing there with Finn, and swore inwardly at him. And then, you saw them.

First there was Elijah.

Then along came Klaus.

And finally, everyone was greeted by Kol.

Your lips still tingled from where they had touched his skin, but you couldn’t let yourself get distracted. You watched on as the three brothers confronted their mother, and you prepared to enact your protection spell.

Soon enough, it was time. And it was working.

It was working, you could feel it. Fire burned bright, and then you felt something change. It took another blaze of fire and then Esther and Finn had disappeared.

Kol was on the floor.

Kol.

You ran out from your hiding spot, and straight to his side, Klaus and Elijah towering over your shoulder. “What are you doing here?”

“Making sure your mother didn’t kill you.”

You noticed that they both smiled, your hands still on Kol as you silently urged him to wake up. They definitely still appreciated you then, even it was obvious that your affections belonged to their younger brother.

“You kissed me.” A murmur from Kol had you smiling as he opened his eyes. He smiled at you, earning a grin back from you.

“Not like I wanted to.”

“Then let me.” Kol leaned up. “Consider it a thank you for saving us.”

He kissed you then, just like you had been wanting him to ever since you met him.

Forever the best of the three.

First there was Elijah.

Then along came Klaus.

And finally, everyone was greeted by Kol. 

Now he was definitely for you.

Masterlist

[wesawbears]

I am a simple AFTG fan. I love Andrew, I love Jeremy. I think they should be friends. I write that.

Here’s my other Andrew and Jeremy friendship post, but it’s not necessary to read that first: x

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For the most part, Andrew paid his teammates as much attention as one would give to a road sign. Enough attention to keep his job, to do what they need him to do, but he’s still not a team player, and making friends with inconsequential people is not on his immediate to-do list. 

Jeremy Knox is slightly more interesting, if only for the fact that Kevin knows him, and according to him, he’s the only other person on Andrew’s team who has a chance of making Court. What’s more, Andrew likes to know who he’s dealing with, and the urge for leverage is one instinct he didn’t leave behind with his knives.

(Okay, so maybe he’s still a little bruised at just how many secrets Neil snuck past him.)

Still, he does his research on Knox. Raised in rural SoCal, captain of the Trojans for three years. Boring. Reputation for never getting a red card. Slightly more interesting. He hopes it isn’t insufferable morality, but that remains to be seen. He thought the same of Renee initially, and found something more substantive below. He was also a curiously private person, never indulging the press with his thoughts. He did know of the rumors that he was dating Jean Moreau, which was interesting if only because of Jean and Neil’s history. 

He may not be able to take his teammates to Columbia, but he would get the answers he sought.

Conveniently, Knox was the one who he ended up rooming with for away games, seeing as he was the only one who still made the effort to speak to Andrew. The rest had clearly decided it wasn’t worth the extra effort. The first night, he learned that Knox stayed behind in order to be available to Moreau, which was an interesting confirmation if nothing else. He was tight lipped about everything else, leading to many quiet nights, which suited Andrew fine.

His next sign that Jeremy Knox might be more interesting than he appeared came near the end of the regular season. Their game was against Dallas, notorious for having an egregious number of ex-Ravens. Andrew took slightly more enjoyment than usual blasting their shots across the court, something he knew he’d get an exuberant earful from Neil about later. For now though, his sights were on the game.

It was unusual for his teams’ strikers to find themselves anywhere near Andrew, but Jeremy and one of Dallas’ dealers had managed to stay in a lock past midfield, until a hard shove sent Jeremy sprawling across the field. Andrew could see but not hear heated words exchanged once Knox stood. Andrew watched something dark and interesting flash across Knox’s face before he reeled back and decked his mark across the face.

A hush fell over the field as one by one everyone realized that Jeremy Knox was given his first red card and left the field.

Andrew leaned against the goal, face cool and unaffected, but mind moving.

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By the time Andrew got back to the room, Jeremy was already there, and Andrew could hear his voice through the door. He stayed quiet and opted to stay outside to listen for a bit.

“I understand that...Look, I’m sorry that I worried you, and I understand where you’re coming from, but I’m not sorry for what I did...No. I’m not going to let them say whatever they want about you. Not when I know how far you’ve-...” A deep sigh. “Okay. We’ll talk tomorrow….I love you too.”

Andrew took that as a sign of the conversation’s end and headed inside. When he did, he saw Knox sitting on his bed, looking uncharacteristically annoyed. He attempted to perk up a bit when he saw Andrew.

“Hey. Sorry to keep you out of your room.”

Andrew shrugged off the apology and set his things down before sitting and looking at him. “Moreau?”

Jeremy nodded slowly, apparently surprised that Andrew was speaking to him. “Um, yeah.He was just worried after seeing the game.”

“So it was something about him that got you to crack.”

Jeremy’s jaw worked as he tried to come up with an answer to that. “Is it that surprising?”

“Be more specific.”

“That I have a temper.”

Andrew drummed his fingers against his knees. “Not surprising. Just interesting.”

“I’m happy to amuse then,” Jeremy answered, starting to turn away.

“It just means you aren’t as boring as the rest of our teammates.”

Jeremy didn’t seem to have a response to that either, so Andrew continued. “So much for those anger management classes.”

Jeremy’s mouth twisted. “Kevin wasn’t kidding. You do your research.”

Andrew waved a hand.. “It’s important to know where to push when necessary.”

“You don’t need to push. You could try asking.”

“I don’t need to ask when your motivations are so annoyingly obvious.”

Jeremy sighed. “I meant what I said when you joined. We don’t need to be enemies. Especially considering all we have in common.”

“And what would that be?”

“Well, we’re both on the wrong side of a deal we didn’t make.”

Andrew’s mouth twitched at that. “Surprised Moreau told you about that.”

“Of course he did. We’re together, so it affects me. I’d be naive to not know that I’m who they would come after if they wanted to hurt him.”

“Yet you chose him anyway.” Andrew heartily ignored the hypocrisy in his statement.

“I did. I’m too stubborn to let them tell us what we can and can’t do. At least this way I can say I didn’t run away.”

Andrew turned finally, satisfied with the answers he’d gotten tonight. He had plenty of time to learn more. 

Jeremy started turning away after a few moments of silence, only perking up when Andrew had one last thing to say.

“If you’re going to be any use, you need to learn to punch better than that.”

Jeremy smiled slightly. “Out of practice.”

Andrew hummed, effectively ending the evening’s conversation.

It was a fascinating experience for both parties.