#jeremy x reader

[voidpetrova]

best friend's brother — jeremy gilbert x reader

a/n: this is a requested fic, but i lost the inbox that was sent to me :( so here's a big shoutout to the sweetheart that requested a smutty BFB!jeremy fic, bless their heart <3

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content warnings and genre: clichés, mutual pining, jealousy, p in v sex, unprotected sex, size kink, soft sex, slight degradation — smut

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synopsis: your best friend's brother is the one for you, punk rock drummer and he's 6'2

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girlhood thrived in its purest form in the quiet, cozy confines of elena gilbert's room. the two of you were ensconced in an atmosphere of comfort, sporting matching pajamas—tank tops and shorts—a testament to the close bond you shared. you'd spent countless nights like this, painting your nails vibrant shades of red and talking about everything and nothing at all, all while the dulcet tones of green day provided the perfect backdrop.

tonight was no exception, and the room was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the fairy lights strung across the walls. elena's laughter filled the air as you swapped stories, occasionally sipping from your martini glasses. ot was a time when worries melted away, and you cherished these moments of simplicity.

just as you were discussing the latest school gossip, the door creaked open, and jeremy gilbert slipped inside. he claimed he was looking for a book, but it was no secret that he often used any excuse to check you out. elena, always the protective older sister, shot him a playful glare. you and jeremy had been seeing each other rather discreetly, but had yet to put a label on whatever it was you were doing. you did your best to hide it from elena, due to the unwanted presence of awkward tension and tense family game nights that were sure to follow.

“jeremy, seriously? can't you see we're having a girls' night?” elena chided, but there was a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. he pretended innocence, his lips curling into a half-smile. “sorry, just passing through. carry on, ladies.”

as he lingered for a moment, elena decided it was the perfect time to drop a little bombshell into your conversation. “oh, by the way, tyler lockwood has been asking about you.” jeremy's scoff was almost immediate, and he couldn't resist adding a snarky comment. “tyler lockwood, really? what's he after now?”

elena raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “jeremy, are you jealous?” she teased. he blushed slightly, but vehemently denied it. “of course not. i just think he's not the right guy for (y/n).”

with a sly grin, elena decided to stir the pot further. “well, (y/n), maybe you should give ty a chance. what do you say?” jeremy excused himself from the room, muttering something about needing to find that book. but before he left, his eyes locked onto you, his jealousy thinly veiled behind a casual facade.

after elena drifted off to sleep during a particularly dramatic scene in twilight, you felt the way your phone buzzed softly. it was a message from jeremy, and the anticipation of sneaking away to his room sent a thrill through you. you tiptoed out of elena's room, careful not to wake her, and made your way to jeremy's. as you entered his room, he greeted you with a sly smile. “so, tyler lockwood, huh? you really considering going out with him?”

you couldn't help but chuckle at his obvious jealousy. “oh, come on, jer. you're not fooling anyone. you're totally jealous.” jeremy feigned innocence once more, but his eyes betrayed him. “me? jealous? please.”

you moved closer, enjoying this playful banter. “i think you're just worried that tyler might steal me away.” he rolled his eyes, a grin tugging at his lips. “as if anyone could.”

you laughed as you playfully poked his chest. “well, maybe you should be more convincing next time.”

jeremy's expression softened, and he pulled you closer. “you know i don't want anyone else. i just can't stand the thought of you with someone like tyler.” you leaned in, brushing your lips against his. “don't worry, jeremy. you're the only one i want.”

your words were convincing—convincing enough for him to finally press his lips against yours, the hours of built-up tension finally exploding. one of his hands dropped to cup your cheek, a subtle way to pull you in closer, your lips melting into one another with a sweet tenderness, while his other freely trailed down your collarbone, tracing the delicate structure of your body, caressing your neck and throat before sweetly dropping down to the valley of your breasts. for a split second, he felt his eyes open. he couldn't control himself, he just had to look at you, admiring the way your tits were peeking from your tank top—the one that was just a bit too tight and a bit too revealing.

a wave of possessiveness crashed over him, even when he shut his eyes once more. he couldn't bear to imagine anybody, let alone tyler lockwood, getting their hands on someone as perfect as you. he couldn't imagine someone admiring you the way he did—not your face, your mannerisms, let alone the way your tits were out for him, or how your ass was arched back, peeking through the incredibly short shorts. it made him furious, and he let you know it.

“you're so fucking perfect,” he murmured as he pulled away from the kiss, the taste of vodka and mint lingering on his tongue as he dropped down to your neck, attacking the sensitive skin with his lips as teeth as he grabbed your hair, pulling you further into his touch. “won't let anyone else have you.” his words made you shiver, practically. your own hands found themselves tangling into the threads of his silky, dark hair as you moaned his name.

he loved every second of it. he knew it the second he saw you, and all he could do was savor you. his lips left brutal marks on your neck, providing you with an excellent problem to deal with before elena woke up. they travelled down to the valley of your breasts, nipping at your tits through the thin material of your top. all the material did was piss him off, arousing growls at the unnecessary barrier of clothing. he practically tore it off, leaving you in nothing but the incredibly slutty shorts. “jer,” you whined, glossy eyes locking with his as he continued to toy with your breasts, fingertips twirling your nipples as he licked at the fat. “elena's gonna kill me.”

he didn't pay much attention to the future consequences of your doing. “it's all good, baby,” he muttered quietly, the rough surface of his tongue drawing circles into your nipple, before sliding down your stomach gracefully. he only stopped to discard his own clothing. “just another reason to get you into my clothes, so what?”

you didn't even have time to laugh, not while he was in front of you, body seeming to have been sculpted by greek gods. you admired his toned muscles, the way his biceps were bigger than your head, and the way his stomach carried muscles that hinted at hard work—blood, sweat, and tears put into transforming his frame. “almost like you're afraid to touch me.” he taunted, but he knew you weren't. not with the ways your hands subconsciously caressed his frame, small hands wrapping around his biceps and tracing his abs. he was so much bigger than you, and he absolutely loved it.

you knew it the minute he started fucking you—he was truly twice your size. with his throbbing, long cock splitting your tiny, tight pussy open, you knew it. he knew the moans that left your mouth, however a turn-on, were also a potential danger, threatening to awaken elena from her peaceful slumber. his hand covered your mouth, your eyes shutting tight at the way he fucked you, nice and hard. you bit down on his hand, similarly to how your pussy clenched his pulsating dick, and he felt as if he were about to lose it.

“so fucking tight,” he attempted to silence his own moans, speaking through pants and gasps as his gaze dropped to your swollen cunt, greedy and desperate as he watched the way it swallowed him whole. it made him want to ruin you in the best way possible. “who's my greedy little girl, huh?” you whined at the pressure, at the way his words sent slick down his shaft, and he damn well noticed it. his free hand dropped to your lower stomach, pressing against it as he fucked himself deeper into your slippery cunt, the juices threatening to slip his dick out of you completely. he watched the way he could practically feel himself in your stomach, your tight little pussy barely taking what he had to give to you. it encouraged him to fuck you as he leaned back, giving you all the more of his cock.

your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the sensation, his balls the only part of him that had yet to slip into you. “too much, jer,” you whined against his palm, but it was too much for him, too. he knew he was close, watching the way your tits bounced with every forceful thrust of his, the way yours thighs shook under his touch, and the way your pussy fluttered, barely allowing him to pull out. he knew he was done for.

in fact, there was no way he was pulling out, but the two of you were too entranced to care about it. his thrusts grew more sloppy and desperate, hips pounding into your pelvis as he chased his own orgasm. his fingers finally left your mouth, your moans under nobody's control but your own as he rubbed at your clit gently, thumbing the wet and sensitive bundle of nerves as he continued to pound into you. you were close, and he knew it.

it was the first time you had came at the same time. you felt the way hot, thick spurts of cum shot into your wet, sweet cunt, and at the same time, your own orgasm washed over you, juices flooding out of you, coating his angry cock as moans left your mouths, the ability to control yourselves long gone. he pressed his forehead onto yours, placing sloppy kisses onto your lips as his cum pooled inside you, unable to slip out of you as his dick softened from inside your pussy. there was truly no way for you to feel empty with jeremy by your side.

“does this mean you won't go out with tyler?” his hands pushed away your loose strands of hair, ones that had been tainted with sweat and saliva. you smiled, small fingers wrapping around his wrists as you placed a sweet kiss to his palm.

“no, actually, my best friend's brother is the one for me.”

#tvd #the vampire diaries #tvd smut #tvd angst #tvd fluff #the vampire diaries smut #the vampire diaries angst #the vampire diaries fluff #jeremy gilbert #jeremy gilbert imagine #jeremy gilbert fluff #jeremy gilbert fanfiction #jeremy gilbert x reader #jeremy gilbert smut #jeremy x reader #jeremy gilbert angst #best friend's brother #bfb #i love jeremy gilbert

[lcandothisallday]

Jeremy concepts: Jeremy sees you at a pickup game and shows off to flirt

A Shot Worth Taking - Jeremy (WMCJ) x f!reader

Part 1 - Meet Cute

note: this started as a concept (that’s why the writing is very unprofessional lol) but the idea has sparked an idea for a series

warnings: none

series masterlist!

no because imagine you and your girl friends are there because your friend vanessa is supporting her man while he plays a different game, and you're just sitting there on the bench slightly bored and scrolling through your phone.

but then jeremy sees you and his breath gets caught in his throat--your beauty just stopping him in his tracks completely. and he glances down at his outfit--specifically at his wacky sandals and its the first time he feels a bit self-conscious so he KNEW he had to step up his ball game if he wanted to impress you even an ounce.

kamal notices jeremy's internal conflict and he follows his line of sight and sees you sitting there which causes him to smirk. "finally considering your god awful outfit choices?" he teases the curly haired man. Jeremy scoffs and shrugs him off nonchalantly. "fuck off" he mutters. "we gotta win this pick up," jeremy mumbled.

kamal begins laughing before he smirked, his intrusive thought winning. "AYO!!!" he yelled out towards you, causing you and your home girls to look up and pay attention to the group. immediately Jeremy's eyes widened and he smacked kamal. "man what the fuck are you doing?!" he exclaimed.

"getting her to pay attention," kamal responded. "now pull up and work your magic," he mused, moving towards the middle of the half-court to begin the game.

jeremy groaned and sluggishly followed, hoping you didn't catch on. but the thing is--you did catch on. after kamal had shouted for your guys' attention, you were intrigued, a playful smile on your lips.

"oh my god," Vanessa exclaimed. "what the hell is the white boy wearing?!" she laughed. you cringe playfully but you can't help your giggle.

"its not...that bad" you laughed. "I wonder if he's any good."

your other friend destiny scoffed. "looks like he was dragged from an organic smoothie shop to play in the pick up...aint no way this white man can jump."

as the game starts, you lean forward, resting your elbows against your knees as you and your girls watch intently. jeremy nervously glances you once more before he laser focuses on the game.

you observe as he runs around the court, effectively working with kamal before he approaches the 3-point line for the first time and easily sinking the ball into the basket. your friends gasp in shock and all you can do is grin. jeremy had a proud and cocky grin evident on his face, before he turned, made direct eye contact with you, and confidently winking your way, causing you to blush madly.

destiny instantly caught on and playfully shoved you in disbelief. “the white boy is into you!” she laughed. you go to deny and she scoffs. “don’t try to deny that shit! own it babes!”

“i cant lie…he’s really cute,” you breath out, feeling your face get hot at the confession. you all continue watching as jeremy puts on a record show. he was unbelievably good and extremely funny just from what you overheard him say to the other team.

“oh he’s definitely showing off to get your attention,” vanessa points out after a while with a smirk. “i say you shoot your shot after the game…maybe you need a white guy after the shit show you experienced with that lebanese guy that did you dirty.”

“ugh don’t remind me,” you shutter.

jeremy and kamal were huffing as they stood in front of the other two guys, effectively waiting for the pay out with smirks on their faces.

“pay up bitch,” jeremy mused cockily, his right hand held out while the other held onto the basketball.

the guy whined as he pulled out the bills and handed them over. “you’re gonna get beat up one day with that strategy,” he muttered sourly.

jeremy could only grin. “pleasure doing business.”

“nice game,” he hears someone say, causing him to swing around to face the person, coming face to face with you. he grinned even wider if possible.

“hey,” he breathed out.

“hi,” you smile. “you were really impressive…i cant lie—me and my girls didn’t think you’d play that good,” you admit shyly.

jeremy licked his lips and looked at you with amusement. how the fuck did you manage to be even prettier up close? “i played at gonzaga—”

“yeah i figured with your knees,” you replied, causing him to smirk. “so you paying attention huh?”

you scoff playfully. “how can i not when you’re so obviously trying to impress me,” you flirt back confidently.

Jeremy grinned. “how can i not when such a pretty girl is in the stands watching me?” his comment makes you blush. “im jeremy by the way.”

“im y/n…”

“would you maybe wanna grab dinner sometime?”

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jeremy x reader #jeremy wmcj #white man can’t jump #wmcj #wmcj fics

[rentaldarling]

TW: incest, rape, underage, dead dove do not eat

does anybody remember/have the fic where reader is one of william’s kids, and she gets raped by him? i remember he also forces her and michael to have sex. and elizabeth and evan die. but then reader and michael escape and then michael works at fnaf pizzeria or smth. and then ennard like moves in with them. and then reader gets kidnapped by william again

i need that fic it fueled so many of my best sob sessions 😞

#five nights at freddy's #william afton smut #tw: noncon #fic request #does any know what happened to it?? #william afton x reader #william afton x you #michael afton #michael afton x reader #fnaf jeremy #jeremy x reader #dead dove do not eat #dumbasses

[stepmothersfantasyheadcanons]

Jeremy von Neuschwanstein

Jeremy is the type of guy to smirk whenever you call someone out for their improper behaviour, even if you are scolding an adult.

Jeremy is the type of guy to defend you, even if you are in the wrong because his loyalty serves a big purpose in his life.

The type of guy that would actually buy you a necklace for your birthday, anniversary, holiday and special moments and gathering. But not just that, he goes into a jewlery shop and buys one because it reminded him of you.

Before he even confessed to you, he would be walking around the city as normal but suddenly see something that reminds him of the colour of your eyes or hair--like a necklace (something he wouldnt actually be able to use)--he keeps the necklace in a box in his room, hiding it and running his hands on the jewel because he misses you more than he would like to say outloud.

#jeremy x gnreader #jeremy von neuschwanstein #jeremy #a stepmother's marchen #jeremy x reader #jeremy x yn #manhwa #nora von nuremberg #shuli von neuschwanstein #the fantasie of a stepmother

[moody4world]

ICE BOUND❄️

A/N: finally managed to finish this fic and i personally love it so i hope you guys do to!!

BEFORE READING: look up what a one handed biellman is. Personally for Michael i envisioned Michael B jordan but feel free to envision whoever you’d like🫶🏾

DISCLAIMER: apologies in advance for the angst

Jeremy x Plus size! figure skater! reader

Being an ice skater was always a big dream of yours from a very young age. It wasn’t always easy especially being a bigger size compared to the average ice skater but you worked hard everyday to be where you are now. You had met Imani in high school and the two of you have been like sisters ever since. You were there when she first met Kamal and that unfortunately means you know his obnoxious friends Renzo and Speedy too. You were there when she had her son aka your favorite and only nephew. Which means you spoiled him absolutely rotten whenever you could, especially on his birthday. You had organized a major birthday party for him in the park with large bouncy houses and barbecue.

You noticed Kamal and Imani talking to a tall white guy you had never seen before while you were fixing up the gift table and they walked over with a new one. “Yo y/n this is Jeremy, Jeremy this is y/n, Imani’s best friend” Before Imani and Kamal could say anything else, they were called over by another family member.

“It’s nice to meet you” “It’s very nice to meet you too, you look very pretty.”

“Thank you, how come i’ve never met you before Jeremy” “Oh Kamal and I met recently, we I mean I play basketball with Renzo and Speedy and he’s been giving me some advice and stuff on that” Jeremy was completely overexplaining himself but he couldn’t help it. He was very nervous because of how pretty he thought you were.

“So you’ve met dumb and dumber” You joked, referring to Renzo and Speedy. The two of you laughed together until Renzo came over to annoy you like he always does. “Look who it is, Chubby bunny and Justin Bieber” “Renzo can you shut the fuck up” You said while rolling your eyes at his childishness. “Yo white boy, you tell her you a G-league reject yet?” “I’m not a G-League reject. I’m an athlete on hiatus due to health reasons.” Renzo patted Jeremy’s chest and sarcastically said “Yeah right” You rolled your eyes at him again but luckily this time he left. Or so you thought, he wasn’t next to Jeremy anymore but he was behind you and you had no idea.

Ignoring Renzo’s unnecessary comments towards him you decided to bring up the only part that seemed relevant based off of Jeremy’s reply. “So you’re an athlete?” “Something like that, yeah” He suddenly became bashful and it was one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen.

“Well that’s great, I'm actually an athlete myself!”

*Cough*”Sure don't look like one” *cough* Renzo mumbles VERY indiscreetly behind you. You turned aggressively and glared at him, scaring him enough to finally walk away and leave you and Jeremy alone. Jeremy kisses his teeth in annoyance. “Don’t listen to him, he's always an asshole” he says, trying to comfort you at Renzo’s offensive comment. But unknowingly to him, you were already used to not just Renzo’s but other people’s rude and unnecessary comments. Especially being a plus sized girl in a sport where skinny is the norm.

Shaking your head you tell him “No it’s fine, most people have their own idea of what an athlete is supposed to look like anyway.” you shrug it off.

“Plus i’ve known Renzo for way too long. I’m used to it.”

“Why don’t I come to one of your games? What team do you play for?”

You looked at him super confused until it hit you that Jeremy must’ve thought you played basketball. Quickly correcting him you reply “Oh no no I don't play basketball..or any kind of ball actually..” as you laugh awkwardly.

“So you…..” “Skate…i’m a figure skater”

Jeremy’s eyes go wide with excitement “No way, that’s cool as fuck.” “You do those crazy spins and stuff then. That’s super impressive.”

“I mean I suppose it is..” “Don’t be humble about it, that takes a lot of talent y/n”

“Thanks Jeremy” “I’d love to come watch you perform some day actually” He suggested and took a step closer to you. At first you were hesitant but I mean…he’s cute and he seems nice so far, what harm could it cause? Plus those bright blue eyes were very mesmerizing in the sunlight, how could you possibly say no?

“Yeah sure we’ll make that happen then.” You shrugged calmly but on the inside you were freaking out.

As agreed, Jeremy showed up to your next competition and the next…and the next and now he’d even show up to your practices. He found it mesmerizing how smooth you’d glide and how graceful you’d twirl. He was still getting over his fear of the big leaps and the jumps but he loved watching you do what you did best. After the second competition he attended he asked you out to dinner which led to the two of you laughing and conversing all night.

After the third competition you two shared your first kiss right outside your mom’s bakery. And yes your mom caught you two and she could not hide the excitement of finally meeting the boy you wouldn’t shut up about. Texts became daily and non stop between the two of you and so did casual drives and hangouts. Like right now you two were laying in his bed talking about his parents.

“So you’ve been living here since then all by your self?” “Uhm…not exactly. My ex, Tatiana lived with me for a while till we broke up.”

“Oh….you used to date Tati…..the ballerina?”

“The dancer, yeah. You know her?”

“Uhm no, not really.”

Now that was a lie. You and Tatiana went to the same elementary and dance classes when you were little. You even liked her a lot as a friend until she crushed your dreams of wanting to be an ice skater when you were 8. She even went as far as comparing you to a Chubby bunny, causing the nickname to stick around even after she switched schools.

You never saw Tatiana in person again but you definitely remember her.

“Are you guys still in touch?” “I mean we work at the same gym but we’re just civil now. Why?”

“Just wondering, Jer”

“Hmm. What about you then?” He asked you.

“What about me?”

“Who’s your ex? Is he some crazy ice skating olympian i gotta watch out for?” He said jokingly, making you both laugh.

“Not far off, he’s actually a crazy football player.”

Jeremy squeezed his eyes shut. “Please don’t tell me he’s in the NFL y/n.” You rolled your eyes playfully at his dramatics.

“Even if he was, I wouldn’t know Jer. He broke up with me a year before we graduated college and completely ghosted me so I have no idea.”

“Well that’s an asshole move.”

“Tell me about it.”

The mood in the room suddenly got sad and Jeremy wasn’t having it.

“Want me to order pizza? We can get your favorite toppings.”

If one thing made you happy aside from being on the ice it was food.

And just like that the mood was restored and the night went on perfectly.

It had been a couple days since youd seen Jeremy in person due to long practices while also helping your mom with her deliveries. Today you finished said deliveries a bit early and had a special batch that your mom had made specially for Jeremy. You knew these were the hours he was usually at the gym so you drove straight to there.

Walking into the gym with the tupperware and a big smile on your face excited to see your favorite basketball playing hippie. Your excitement decreased the moment you spotted him though. There he was, being a bit more than just civil with you guessed it, Tatiana. Her hand was on his arm and they were both laughing very amicably. A million thoughts started racing through your brain but before you could escape, Tati noticed you standing at the door and pointed you out to Jeremy.

Once he turned around to see you standing there his smile somehow grew even bigger than it already was. Jeremy started making his way towards you but felt like walking was taking too long so he did a little awkward jog.

“Hey pretty, I didn’t know you were coming” He wrapped his long arms around you in a crushing hug only to realize you weren’t squeezing him back like you normally would.

Pulling away he noticed the tupperware box in your hand. “I just wanted to bring you these vegan cookies my mom made, she wanted you to try them before she adds them to her inventory at the bakery” Is what you said as simple as possible while trying to hide your true feelings of what you saw when you walked in but your bluntness and lack of usual excitement was suspicious to Jeremy.

Regardless, he took the tupperware from your hands when you handed it to him but couldn’t help and double check on you.

“That’s so sweet of her, are you sure you’re okay?” “Yeah im totally cool but I gotta get going”

Rushing out of the gym you hear him yell “I’ll text you after your practice!!” without looking back so he wouldn’t see your teary eyes you yell back saying “No need, its gonna be a late one!”

It wasn’t a total lie, you did go to practice but it wasn’t a scheduled one. You just wanted to get your mind off of your own insecurities for a bit while also practicing a certain move you just couldn’t get down. Staying true to the distracting yourself part, hours had gone by and you didn’t even notice.

After trying the one-handed biellman for what felt like the thousandth time and failing, you frustratedly sat on the floor angrily. “Don’t beat yourself up too bad, you almost had it” You jumped a little because you were not expecting to see anyone else at the rink and you were also in your own world until he spoke. It was none other than your once skating partner, Michael. “I’m embarrassed you even saw that, how long have you been standing there?” You still didn’t even bother standing up from your slumped position on the cold ground. “I forgot my charger in the locker room so I came back to get it and then I saw you getting frustrated.” “Want some advice?” “I’ll take all the help I can get Mike” “Say less, c’mon get up” He put his ice skates on and joined you on the ice.

After four consistent tries with Michael’s advice you were finally able to do the spin successfully. Out of pure joy and excitement you both hugged each other with laughs of relief and pride.

“Ahem” The sudden sound made you both turn to the direction of its source to find Jeremy standing there looking quite upset. “So this is why you left in such a hurry and didn’t wanna text me back?” He had his arms spread out to really show you that he was angry. Michael immediately got the message and decided it was time for him to leave. Once Michael was finally away from both of you’s vicinity he repeated his question since you had yet to answer. “So this is what you’re doing now?” At this point you had skated closer to him and you were eye to..almos eye. “What are you even talking about?” Was all you could ask, what did he mean by ‘this’? “You get all weird from me talking to Tati but you’re allowed to be in a rink alone with some buff ass dude?” his voice was slowly raising and he was visibly turning pink.

How did he figure out it was about Tatiana, did she tell him that she knew me?

“Hello?” “That is not the same Jeremy” “HOW IS IT NOT THE SAME Y/N?” Him raising his voice was your final straw, the tears you had been holding back came flooding down along with your insecure thoughts.

“UNLIKE YOU, NOT ALL MEN THAT TRY TO TALK TO ME WANT ME JEREMY.” Jeremy the oh so clueless was oblivious to everything that you have noticed during the few months of you two being together.

“That’s not true” He shook his head in disagreement.

“YES IT IS TRUE, YOURE JUST TOO OBLIVIOUS TO NOTICE IT, EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU GO OUT WITH ME SOME GIRL BLATANTLY FLIRTS WITH YOU AS IF IM NOT THERE”

“PEOPLE DONT APPROACH ME THE WAY THEY DO YOU OKAY SO ITS NOT THE SAME”

“YOU COULD LEAVE ME FOR SOME BETTER LOOKING GIRL ANY MOMENT LIKE EVERY OTHER GUY HAS, SO FORGIVE ME FOR TRYING TO PROTECT MY OWN FEELINGS”

Even after months of knowing you and being with you Jeremy had never seen you this hurt and angry before. You are the most soft spoken and calmest person he had ever been close to so to say he was shocked was an understatement. Along with his shock came speechlessness. All he could do was stare at you apologetically, full of regret for not putting himself in your shoes. He thought that he could think of the right words to fix things and get your relationship back to where it was a few days ago but the next words that came out of your mouth felt like a knife being twisted into his chest. The tears in his eyes mirrored yours. “I think what we had was fun but I don’t think we should continue whatever this was” “y/n don’t say that” “I’m sorry Jeremy”

Without even giving him a chance to defend his case, you skated off to the locker rooms leaving him to sulk in his heartbreak.

While you cried in the locker room, Jeremy decided to leave and give you some space. Deciding against driving all the way home with how much he was crying, he went to the person he knew could help him get you back. After three knocks on the door Kamal opened it to find Jeremy. He was surprised at his sudden visit only to become worried once Jeremy looked up and he noticed the sniffling, red nose and face covered in tears. “Yo what are you doing here? wait are you crying?” Jeremy was already so exhausted from crying that he only felt like saying the minimum. “Can I please talk to Imani? y/n just broke up with me and I don’t even know how to fix this”

Noting Jeremy’s distress Kamal decided that he’d leave his curiosity for another time. “Yeah..yeah sure, come in, I'll get her.” After offering Jeremy a seat at the dinner table Imani decided it was best to help him calm down first. “Would you like some tea Jeremy?” “Uh yeah some tea would be nice” He replied. “Okay what kind of tea would you like?”

Jeremy thought about it then simply said “I’ll just take the hottest one”

To which Imani just stared blankly in confusion. She still questioned why you were so fascinated by this goofy white boy. “….Okay” shaking her head Imani left to make him some tea.

Once Jeremy took a couple sips of the tea and had calmed down quite a bit, Imani decided to initiate the conversation that Jeremy suddenly seemed to be avoiding.

“Okay so what’s up with you and y/n? I thought everything was cool with you two”

“i don't know what went wrong so fast, she saw me with Tati at work and started acting all reserved. She wouldn't text me back for hours so I went to the rink and that's when I found her with some buff ass guy” “You mean Michael?” “I don’t know his name” Jeremy shrugged “Was he fine as hell?”At Jeremy’s offended stare Imani confirmed that it indeed, was Michael. “Sorry, go on” “As I was saying, I saw her with some buff ass guy and I may or may not have shown some jealousy”

Knowing you,Imani had more than an inkling that there was more to the story. “And?” “And that's when she lost it. I mean I had no idea she felt that way Imani. I would've done anything to reassure her from those thoughts if I knew” Jeremy’s voice had gotten more trembly the more he thought about how hurt you were during the argument. He decided to end his story there, not wanting to cry his eyes out in front of your best friend at her dinner table.

Imani could see that you meant a lot to Jeremy. She may not understand your attraction to the guy but you meant a lot to her too and that is something that her and the curly headed white boy had in common. She couldn’t believe that she was about to help him get back in your good graces but here goes nothing. She took a deep sigh and repositioned herself. “Listen Jeremy it’s not your fault, y/n has a lot of insecurities she’s still working on that have nothing to do with you. However, I haven’t seen her this confident and happy in a minute so you must've been doing something right.” She encouraged him. But Jeremy was already wallowing in guilt. “Yeah well that didn’t last very long did it” “Look, what i'm saying is…you gotta be honest and straight up with y/n about your feelings. Tell her how you really feel and what you really think. Never leave anything up for assumption with y/n, that’s one advice i'll give you. You didn’t hear this from me but that girl loves your pale ass. So go get your girl NSYNC” “ I actually prefer Justin Timberlake” “Jeremy..” “Yes?” “Get the fuck out of my house and go get y/n back” “Yes ma’am”

#ice bound #jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jackman thomas harlow #jeremy x reader #jeremy wmcj #wmcj fanfic #moody fics #moody4world

[harlowcomehome]

GONZAGA JEREMY:

This work is based off of Jeremy from WMCJ.

Spokane, Washington wasn’t exactly where you thought you’d end up going to college but life always had a funny way of surprising you.

You were usually the shy type, kept to yourself a lot, and didn’t want to cause a scene. Jeremy was the opposite, his energy demanded the attention of everyone around him. It wasn’t because he asked for it or even wanted it (for anything other than basketball), his energy was just magnetic.

You were assigned as lab partners during one of your prerequisite courses and you were nervous initially.

He was tall, funny, and easy to look at which made it so hard to focus and he was charming, oh so charming. You had a small crush on him, but you never made it known. You were the opposite versions of one another which made you apprehensive.

“Y/N?” He chuckled, his blue eyes still distinct through his goggles.

“Sorry,” you smiled as you handed him the scalpel.

“No sweat” he shrugged as he cut open the lifeless organism you were working on, the both of you squeamish at the sight.

“Jeremy?” You looked at him as the color drained out of his face, his legs buckled and he fell to the ground. The teacher thought he was joking at first, it wasn’t until the pure panic on your face was evident that the professor called for a campus nurse.

When the class ended you waited with Jeremy who was wildly embarrassed but overall okay.

“You didn’t have to wait with me” he blushed, pushing up the ice pack that was now wrapped around his head.

“I wanted to” you hummed, reaching up to reposition the ice pack for him.

“This isn’t going to affect your game on friday right?” You worried, knowing how much basketball meant to him.

“If I’m still playing after this” he pointed to the scar on his knee, “a bruised forehead is nothing.”

You had never noticed the scar, and he recognized the worry on your face.

“Torn ACL” he clarified before stopping to slide a infrapatellar strap across his knee.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Not at all! I just have to be weary of it.” He smiled. “However, I think you owe me smalls. I mean I did faint on your behalf” he grinned.

He had started calling you that when you got paired up together, you argued that anyone was “small” in comparison to him but you secretly liked the nickname.

“I owe you huh? How is it my fault you’re squeamish?” You smirked as the two of you walked down the hallway together.

“You owe me because you would’ve done the same thing but I saved you the embarrassment” he chuckled and you giggled knowing he was right.

“Come to my game?” He blushed, his hands were notably trembling.

“Of course! Its only right since I owe you! ” You smiled as you two went your separate ways. Truthfully you planned on going before he had asked you but you weren’t going to admit that.

When friday came along you and your two close friends Jordyn and Adrienne went to the game. The three of you found a spot on the bleachers to sit while the game started.

When the players entered the stadium the crowd went wild.

“So what guy has you showing up and dragging us to basketball games?” Adrienne snorted as she watched your eyes light up.

“You really have to ask that?” Jordyn teased as Jeremy spotted you in the crowd, smiling and giving you a wave.

“You guys! Stop ” you scoffed and playfully rolled your eyes, before waving back at Jeremy.

“Wow! You got Jeremy’s attention huh?” Adrienne chuckled. “Nobody has ever got that man to focus on anything other than shooting hoops.”

You couldn’t help but smile knowing maybe you had changed that for him.

When the game was over you waited for Jeremy, outside the locker room. Your friends kept a safe distance away from you.

“Hey!” He walked over to you, his curls were sweaty and pushed back with a bandeau headband. You could tell he was exhausted by the way his eyes looked and the way his gym bag was falling off his shoulder. He changed out of his uniform, he was still wearing shorts but he had socks pulled up to his very defined muscle-toned calves. He had some slides on and a college basketball hoodie.

“Hi,” your eyes scanned him before you giggled as he gave you a big hug. “You’re really good Jer!”

“Thank you. My goal is to be the next Steve Nash. Just maybe not Canadian” he rambled a lot especially when he was nervous but you found it charming. You giggled at his awful joke nonetheless.

He smiled wide, it didn’t take long for him to notice your giggling friends standing in the distance. He motioned for them to come over to you and they didn’t hesitate.

“Hey, Jeremy!” Jordyn waved and Adrienne shyly smiled.

“Hey! So, me and some of the guys are going to go eat at this local vegan place off campus, do you three wanna come?”

“Vegan?” Your brows furrowed.

“I promise the options are endless” he wanted you to come but he didn’t want to be pushy. “We go a lot because Marcus is a vegan. He’s super health conscious ” he pointed to his friend who waved at the three of you.

“I’m down!” Adrienne replied and Jordyn agreed.

“Do you guys wanna ride with me? Or I can text you the address?”

“Text me?” You smiled and he nodded, before joining his friend group and telling you he’d see you in a few minutes.

“So Jeremy huh?” Jordyn giggled and you did too.

“He’s really cute right?” You bit your lip as the three of you giggled as you walked out to Adrienne’s car.

“And he’s definitely going pro” Adrienne chimed in.

“No doubt” you smiled.

That night changed everything, the dynamic between you and Jeremy was no longer awkward lab partners. The two of you quickly became inseparable, joined by your friends a lot of the time but inseparable regardless.

You spent time at the court with him practicing, you went to all of his games, even the away games. You never expected to be the girl who would make custom shirts with his jersey number on it, but there you were sitting in the stands rocking a bedazzled number 13.

Jeremy was no doubt going to make it big, you knew he was made for this, some would say even “born” for this. You didn’t care so much about his career, you just loved Jeremy for who he was and who you were when you were with him.

He had two more games this season, one home game and one away game. Tonight being the home game, Jeremy was abnormally nervous and you couldn’t pinpoint why.

“Are you okay?” You asked as the two of you walked hand-in-hand towards the stadium.

“I wasn’t going to tell you because I didn’t want it to be a big deal but- “ he was grinning, which was a good sign. He let go of your hand and was procrastinating by taking a sip of his kombucha that Marcus had no doubt recommended.

“Tell me!” You poked at his side knowing he was ticklish.

“Baby!” He chuckled, holding your hand away from him with his free hand. “You almost made me spit out my kombucha!”

“Good! It’s stinky anyway” you teased making him roll his eyes at you. He put the lid on it and threw the bottle into a nearby trash.

“Tonight’s game and next weekends game will have some NBA scouts” he whispered but you screamed making him laugh as you jumped into his arms.

“Baby! Shhh!” He chuckled as he swung you around, your legs gravitating to his waist immediately. The two of you kissed , not caring who was around.

“I got a heads up from coach but not everyone did” he whispered and you nodded, kissing him once more before jumping down from his waist.

“I like when you wrap your legs around me like that” he smirked as you walked into the stadium.

“Save that energy for after you get this win” you teased before you went your separate ways.

Jeremy showed out as always, the game went well and you spotted the NBA scouts almost immediately. You tried to keep an eye on them, hoping you’d notice of they were watching Jeremy but you couldn’t necessarily tell.

The last game of the season was the following weekend, Jeremy‘s parents both decided to come and watch and you luckily brought Jordyn with you as you four sat together.

Jeremy’s parents were just like him, down to earth and very kind people. His dad was always really hard on him, but Jeremy assured you it was just “tough love.”

Jeremy seemed off to you, he had came inside and walked over to the bleachers with everybody prior to the game. He was dripping in sweat, his hands were clammy, and even his mom pointed out that some thing seemed off.

Jeremy hadn’t told them about the talent scouts, he didn’t want the added layer of intimidation as he was trying to focus. He asked if he could talk to you privately before the game so you followed him into the hallway.

“What’s wrong Jer?” You knew something didn’t feel right.

“I’m freaking out, I can’t do this y/n.” The genuine look of fear, and panic was painted across his face. “ I’m going to fuck everything up.”

“Jeremy, baby, that’s just the anxiety talking” you softly grabbed his face, making him look at you.

“I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel right about today.” He swallowed, sweat dripping from his hair and down his face.

“Baby, you got this! You’re the best player out there!” You kissed him and he suddenly felt okay again. He checked the time and told you he had to go, kissing you one last time before you joined everyone else again.

“Is he alright?” Jeremy’s mom was worried noticing he didn’t seem like his usual self.

“Just nerves” you smiled as you sat back down beside Jordyn.

The game was going well, Jeremy’s team was winning and the other team was growing noticeably frustrated at that.

Jeremy had seemed to rid himself of all the nerves he had felt earlier in the day, being the person making most of the shots.

It wasn’t until the third quarter that everything went wrong, Jeremy went to shoot the ball but was purposely sabotaged by a member on the other team. When he went to jump, the other player got rough with him causing Jeremy to fall.

It was the fall, heard round the stadium.

You felt like you couldn’t physically hear his bones cracking, which wasn’t true in the slightest but you knew something was terribly wrong when the stadium grew silent.

The game was halted and the coach, players and referees were crowded around him. Jeremy’s parents, Jordyn and yourself made your way to the court as fast as possible.

Jeremy was on the ground, rocking back-and-forth as he held his knee. His entire face was red, the veins in his neck prominent as he tried to control the pain.

Everything felt like a blur, you initially assumed he was holding the knee that had been previously injured.

“It’s his other knee” his dad gasped and you realized he was right.

The medical staff made everyone make room, they helped Jeremy onto a stretcher. He was in so much pain that he couldn’t speak and you and Jordyn agreed to ride with his parents to the hospital.

After an hour Jeremy was stable and on enough medication that he wasn’t in any immediate pain.

You urged his parents to go see him first of course leaving you and Jordyn to wait in the waiting room.

“Does this mean he can’t…?” Jordyn was afraid to ask.

“I don’t know” you sadly replied. “Jeremy will be heartbroken, if this means…” you didn’t want to say the words either.

When Jeremy’s parents finally came out of the room you could tell they had been crying. His mom told you his room number and Jordyn agreed to stay with his parents.

“Jer?” You turned the corner to room 219.

“In here” he mumbled, his voice still groggy from the medicine.

“Jeremy, baby! I’m so glad you’re okay” you kissed him but he didn’t reciprocated, so you assumed it was the medication.

“I’m not okay” he replied coldly.

“I mean, I know you’re not okay but I just mean-“

“You mean what? You’re glad I’m not dead? I didn’t get into an accident. I tore my ACL. A fucking second time” he was clearly upset, but you had no idea why it seemed directed at you.

“Jeremy? I know that. I was just worried about you and said the wrong thing” you mumbled, feeling silly now.

“You know this entire thing is your fault right?” His eyes that usually looked at you with adoration seemed so cold and uninviting.

“My fault? I didn’t trip you Jer- what are you taking about?”

“I told you something was off and you forced me to play anyway. I should’ve followed my gut. This is your fault.” He was silently crying now.

The repeated sentence or blame was killing you inside.

“I didn’t force you to do anything! You don’t mean that” your lip quivered and your voice cracked.

“I do.”

“Jeremy, that’s not fair.”

“I think we should break up. I never want to see you again” a single tear fell from his eyes.

“Jeremy? Stop!”

“Go! Leave!”

You were in shock and devastated. You left the room with tears running down your face.

Jeremy hated knowing he hurt you but with no chance in sight of a basketball career ahead he felt like he was saving you the embarrassment in the long run.

“Who wants to be with a loser like me anyway?” He mumbled to himself before crying until he fell asleep.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #Jeremy x reader #Jeremy WMCJ #WMCJ concepts

[mintichoco]

CREDIBLE | twtptflob

"ARE YOU AWARE THAT I CAN KILL YOU WITHOUT SO MUCH AS MOVING AN INCH?" | "SO COULD A CHICKEN WITH ENOUGH MOTIVATION, YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL"

TITLE TRACK. psycho - red velvet

FANDOM. the way to protect the female lead's older brother

CHARACTER. oc-insert, visuals of aria valentine

PRONOUNS. she/her

SUMMARY. a gen-z kid gets dropped in the world of twtptflob. . .right infront of lante agriche

FORMAT. headcanons, scenarios

INSPIRATION. this post by @rouecentric

NEXT CHAPTER. [1, you are here] • [2]

Nash was an iPad kid in every sense of the word. Her mother could not bother to care beyond sending monthly checks to the manor (more like luxurious jail) where the caretakers pocketed half the sum and the rest went to pamper her.

She could't be mad, there were plenty people out in the real world who'd kill for that kind of money. She spent her days tinkering on school projects, binge-watching historical k-dramas and being a general menace to the working staff.

Now imagine her surprise when she went to bed at three in the morning after haphazardly throwing together an art project featuring 'Kakashi the grey hare' and woke up on cold hard marble, instead of her fluffy mattress.

"What the heck?" She shuffled to a sitting stance, rubbing her sore neck.

The brushing of black skirts and the scruff of boots tethered her attention to the floor.

There were maids, a few dozens of them. Nash had her own nannies, sure, but nobody in the twenty-first century wore these silks unless as costumes, that too the very short version and for funzies on Tiktok or the bedroom.

"Woah-", a grin danced on her face. "Is this some sort of cult? Before the intro, I'll make this clear, I don't wanna be a part of this scooby-doo squad. Now, where am I?"

Silence, silence. Silence everywhere. Then, a fine looking specimen of testosterone-producer stepped up from the crowd, gripping a sword-A SWORD?!-in his hand.

"What business do you have with Agriche? How did you manage to get past the barrier guards? Start talking before I make sure you never will."

Well, zamn, who hurt you?

"Yeah, I was hoping you'd the know the answer to that?" She was thoroughly confused. "And since you don't, we can all just forget this ever happened and go our own seperate ways, okay? Okay, bye!"

A brilliant beyond brilliant idea popped up in her head. Taking out her phone, she tried searching for a signal. Hey, her mother may not pick up but she will dispatch atleast one guard to check on her.

"What is that?" The emo grandpa snapped his fingers. The phone was snatched away in an instant.

Nash reached for the object, only to be shoved away. "Hey, that's mine! Give it back!"

"Master, it seems to be some unknown technology, far beyond research-work mentioned in the archives", the woman replied and handed it over to the man in the lavish tux with a. . .bow?

What the frick is happening?!

The man chuckled and Nash felt a chill go down her spine. "A spy? Tell me, which lowlife has started copying my tactics, hm? Though, it is for the greater good, I suppose. The kids outside of this territory are pathetic, they pose no worthy challenge for my soldiers."

Which grown ass man sends people to fight kids?!

With furrowed brows, legs and arms crisscrossed, Nash drew a long breath. "Look dude, I don't know who you are or where I am but I don't mean to cause any trouble. . .yet. But if you don't return my phone, we're gonna have a problem here."

He quirked a brow and a tide of murmurs erupted from the audience. With a subtle clang his weapon was unseathed, the sharp blade pointed straight towards her neck.

Holy mother the of sweet Je-

"Are you aware that I can kill you without so much as moving an inch?"

Her breath hitched and she felt the hiccups coming. "So could a - hic - a chicken with enough motivation. You're not special-"

"Father, you called?"

A whispery voice carried by the wind stopped the man dead in his tracks from possibly ripping Nash a new one.

"Roxana", he rasped, clicking his tongue. "I don't appreciate tardiness. In any case, I'd like you to familiarize yourself with the latest brand of spies that are sent after us. Do they think of us as idiots!”

With that attitude, you’d make a fine Karen, sir. Wait. . .did he just say ’Roxana’?

Nash swiveled on her heel faster than light, coming face to face with said exotic beauty, shimmering rubies for eyes, adorned in a fashionable gown that almost made up for it’s weight.

"Y-You're Roxana Agriche?!"

At her starstruck exclaimation, the lady pursed her lips and only nodded curtly in acknowledgement.

Suddenly, Nash was clutching her head. She felt dizzy, she was definitely going to hurl.

Bye-bye fancy carpet, so long. . .

"Forking fudgecake!" The first row of maids probably jumped at the sheer decibel of her shout. "Did I get hit by truck-kun? No, that's not possible. How will a truck get in my house?! Murder, then? Not unlikely. . .although who would assassinate sweet ol’ me? Let’s see. . .”

"As you witness”, the newly recognized Lante Agriche waved the sword dangerously close to her face. Nash skiddadled to Roxana’s side. "This one doesn't know how to behave.”

Nash tilted her head to gander at the second heir’s face. She was lost in thought, her face overcome with a forlorn expression.

Roxana stroked her chin and then nodded. "You wish for me to oversee the interrogation?”

Lante grinned like a madman, thankfully storing away the blade. "As expected, you are a natural.” Nash had to do a double take to make sure his face fell in the matter of milliseconds. "Do not disappoint me.”

A sharp pain appeared in her scalp when her obnoxiously long pink hair was grasped and she was pushed back against the wall.

Yup, no wonder all the female leads hate this.

Lante did his best impression of a ravenous beast from the Black Forest, snarling and sneering. ”I will figure out where your loyalties lie and set an example through you. Am I understood?"

As astonishing as it is to be held like this by a 2D character, it ducking hurts, biAtch!

"Y-yes, sir!" As if-

He released her but it felt the same, as if her head was on fire. "Take her away.”

Roxana did not spare a moment to escort Nash to her room. They arrived in two minutes max and the blonde dismissed her tendants for the evening.

With a cotton swab and a bottle of suspiciously glowy liquid, she started dabbling the scratch that had formed on Nash's face, right under her eye from being thrown against the stone column.

She was quiet for most of the time while Nash observed Roxana's face. The teen truly was a looker, one worthy of people stopping in their tracks to stare at.

Light hair framed her face like a halo while piercing red eyes that tore through one's soul akin to the devil himself.

"Earlier, you mentioned a truck, yes?"

Nash blinked dumbly. "Uh-huh."

Roxana looked her directly in the eye. "Are your perhaps from. . .This is going to sound ridiculous but are you from Earth? Like, the actual modern world?"

The pinkette chewed on her botton lip. "Er. . .maybe?"

Roxana dropped her head and if Nash wasn't mistaken, she sighed out of relief. "How did you end up here?"

The younger girl threw her hands up. It felt weird talking to a fictional character who went into a fictional-fictional world.

Wait, that makes no sense.

"I don't know, lady! One minute I'm falling asleep reading manhwa on my computer and the next thing I know kaboom Lante-the-asshole Agriche is in front of me!"

"What's a manwha? Did you not read the novel-", Roxana paused mid-way, narrowing her gaze. "You are much too young to read those kinds of books."

Nash coughed awkwardly. "Well, I didn't exactly read it. It doesn't even exist in my world."

"Meaning? And you say your world as if we're from seperate ones."

Nash clapped her hands, slouching against the cushions on Roxana's bed. "Bingo." The girl stared at her, perplexed. "You know about the miltiverse theory, right? Y'know, spider-man and stuff like that?"

The blonde nodded.

"If I were to guess, we are both from two different realities. It's like a layer formation. The 'Flower of Hell' takes place in one, then you enter from another and change the course of the world and then I enter from a different reality like a cherry on top."

Roxana remained still, the subtle widening of her eyes being evidence of understanding. "I see. In any case, we need a place to fit you in. As far as I've looked, there is no escape. Other than death, but that is uncharted territory."

Nash made a face. You speak of death like it's the next door neighbor. Then she remembered. But for her, it probably isn't the worst thing to happen.

She cleared her throat, shrugging as nonchalantly as possible. "Any chance I can take a shower? I kinda sorta really stink."

The ghost of a smile passed over Roxana's face. "I will ask for a bath to be prepared." Her gaze traveled down, "And a tailor to take your measurements. Can't have my charge looking so haggard."

Nash looked down, her face burning red. She was still in her Hello Kitty jammies. "Hey!"

Roxana stood up, packing away the medical kit. "I will be back later. Your dinner will be sent here; eat after freshening up. And try to keep a low profile. The less people are aware of your existence, the better. Fa - Lante will likely dish out my orders for you at dinner."

She made to leave but turned around again.

"What?"

"I did not catch your name."

"Nash", the pinkette replied with a too-shrill voice, trying to rub the exhaustion out of her eyes.

Roxana was amused. "Full name?"

"Ugh. . .Nashira Parker, at your service, m'Lady."

As soon as the door clicked shut, Nash threw herself on the heavenly bed, feeling her body sink into the spread of softness.

'What a day. Welp- this is my life now, I guess.'

#twtptflob #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #roxana agriche #roxana #dion agriche #jeremy agriche #lant agriche #griselda agriche #maria agriche #cassis pedalian #manhwa #twtptflob x oc #twtptflob x reader #dion x reader #jeremy x reader #roxana x reader #ashil agriche

[gamequeenanya]

You and your FNAF boyfriend (Security Guards!)

Doing one of these character things because they're fun! :3

Prompt: You discover he's ticklish.

Mike / Michael Afton:

Mike was just showing you how well he could shoot hoops in basketball. You run over to high-five him, and pull him into a hug. Unfortunately for him, your fingers decide to feel along the fabric of his jersey. You think it's a nice material.

You did not expect to hear him flinch and giggle.

Uh oh.

Mike blushes and goes to explain it away, but it's too late. You figured it out.

Tickle time! :D Michael bursts into laughter and flails as you tickle him everywhere!

Luckily it's a private session.

Michael's worst spots are his sides, hips, and ears. (Yes, just gently brush your fingers along them.)

Most ticklish to pokes.

Will take revenge immediately! This man will not have mercy until you beg and apologize!

Cuddles afterwards. With hot tea. :)

Jeremy:

It's actually he that tickles you first.

Did it to get your attention.

You squeal and give him a 'don't do that again!' look. Even though you secretly want him to do it again…

The next time you see him, it's revenge time! You sneak up behind him and pull him into a hold, tickling his ribs by tapping them rhythmically.

But wait, dear reader! Canon Jeremy is brave, and likes a challenge! Get ready for your doom! :D

Jeremy squirms, defiantly fighting your grasp until he gets loose. Then he pulls you into his arms and tickles you, giving you the same opportunity to get away.

You do, and then you look up at him knowingly. The two of you would have many tickle fights in the coming weeks!

Worst spots are his ribs, armpits, and face (Brush his nose or his cheeks with a feather)

Feathers or feather-light touches get him best.

Will want a movie afterwards and shares hot apple cider.

Fritz:

Yes, Fritz is his own person! Huzzah! :D

Fritz is surprisingly shy. The first time you tickled him, you did it to tease. He blushed and squirmed away immediately.

We'll say he's generous. Generous with sharing his food, and generous with tickles! If you tell him, you want a tickle fight, he will gladly give you what you ask for!

Laughs easily, and rather ticklish. But always afraid he'll hurt you… This is why he tends to lose tickle fights. Poor Fritz!

Whether you are dating him, or are just friends, he will always tickle you in the ways you prefer. :) Gentleman!

Worst spots are his armpits, tummy, and legs. Feet are also a big contender!

Equally sensitive to whatever tickle tool you want to use. Go crazy!

Soft cuddles afterwards, which usually ends in the two of you falling asleep.

William:

Are you sure you want this man to tickle you…? Really sure…?

Okay then… but be warned. This man is merciless.

It's probably safest to just let him tickle you first. He does end up tickling all of his employees eventually - controversial as that may be…

He will usually sneak up behind someone and playfully pinch their hips, reminding them to smile in a sultry tone.

After hearing your laugh, he wants more. And strange though it is, you end up wanting more too.

Tickle the Weem! :D Ahem. I mean William. Heh.

Wait, that's right! Nicknames. Be playful, and he may be more likely to tickle you.

Anyways, as I was saying: tickle him back! He lets out a low chuckle, not wanting to embarrass himself. But if you continue, you'll end up hearing high pitched squeals, and begging for mercy!

Whatever you do, don't interrogate him while tickling! He'll see it as a betrayal. It's a grave mistake (literally).

But seriously. Screams like a little girl. Have mercy on him! (Or don't. :3)

Worst spots: feet, back, scalp.

Most ticklish to: paintbrushes.

Aftercare? Nah. He's too embarrassed and just wants to recover in his office alone!

Phone Guy / Scott:

My sweet baby boy angel! <3333333333333333 Protect this man's smile 2kforever.

You know what they say: The more anxious someone is, the more ticklish they are! (It's science.) Poor darlin' can't catch a break.

Really get to know him as a friend, build trust, and show him you genuinely care. If you do this, his laughter will be all the more sweet. <3

It will definitely be a love language thing for him. Hold him close, cuddle him, and then tickle him. He will have so much fun, and you will as well! :)

Has the kind of laugh that can heal people. Seriously, it's something special.

Everyone at work knows how ticklish he is. (Again, poor darlin'!) If someone simply drags their finger along his back, or taps his shoulder, he will squeal!

But it's okay. He's not too worried, because he has you around to protect him. <3

With permission, he will tickle you back. And he will tease you about all the things that make you precious while he does so!

What goes around comes around! Tickle him back, and hear that precious laugh! (Compliment him too, but only in private, because he gets emotional.)

Worst spots: navel, knees, neck.

Most ticklish to: scrub brushes (only on "tough" spots)

Despite usually losing a tickle fight, he will offer comfort to you afterwards. Lay on top of him, and make him feel safe and loved too. <3

#character x reader #prompts #my writing #tickle headcanons #fnaf tickling #michael x reader #william x reader #fritz x reader #phone guy x reader #jeremy x reader #uhh #I'm new at these character things #mock if you dare #just send me the word 'mock' over and over :P

[retold-tales]

Protective Brothers

Imagine being Ian and Jeremy's little sister and fainting infront of them causing them to freak and take care of you

#fanfic #barbie #barbie movies #barbie imagine #barbie movies x reader #barbie x reader #barbie imagines #ian and jeremy #twins x little sister #ian x reader #ian x reader imagine #jeremy x reader #jeremy x reader imagine #protective brothers #protective brothers imagine #barbie and the diamond castle

[voidpetrova]

fading boundaries — jeremy gilbert x reader

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content warnings and genres: swearing, possessiveness, slut-shaming — fluff

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synopsis: jeremy never should've allowed himself to fall for you. he was a hunter, and it went against his beliefs to fall for you, a vampire. his jealousy and hatred only grow when he sees that you've caught everybody's attention, not just his

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the moon hung low in the sky, casting a gentle silver glow upon the quiet streets of mystic falls. jeremy leaned against a lamppost, his gaze fixed on the mansion that stood at the edge of the town. his heart raced, a conflicted maelstrom of emotions swirling within him. he had never thought he'd find himself in this position, torn between duty and desire.

it had all started with a chance encounter. an innocent moment that had ignited a spark he couldn't ignore. you, a vampire, had entered his life, weaving a complex tapestry of emotions that jeremy struggled to unravel. his heart despised itself for succumbing to feelings he'd been taught to reject.

jeremy was a vampire hunter, trained in the art of tracking and eliminating the supernatural creatures that prowled the night. it was a duty passed down through generations of his family, a legacy that weighed heavily on his shoulders. but destiny had a way of blurring lines, and now he found himself drawn to the very beings he was supposed to hunt.

his thoughts were a whirlwind of self-loathing and confusion. every stolen glance, every shared moment—each one etched deeper into his soul. the undeniable truth was that he was falling in love with you, a vampire, an existence that clashed with everything he believed in.

and what stung even more was the knowledge that he wasn't the only one who held your attention. damon salvatore, with his devilish charm and enigmatic allure, had a way of commanding the room whenever he entered. and then there was stefan, the brooding and tortured soul, whose longing gaze seemed to pierce through the darkness straight into your heart.

jealousy gnawed at jeremy's insides, a bitter taste that he tried to ignore. he had seen the way you interacted with the salvatore brothers—moments that seemed to play out like a dance of secrets and shared histories. it made him question his place in your life, a place that seemed minuscule in comparison.

as he stood there in the moonlit night, jeremy's fingers clenched around the pendant that hung around his neck—a symbol of his lineage, a reminder of his duty. but the more he tried to push you away, the tighter the invisible thread between you two seemed to become.

his internal struggle was far from over, and the path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty. little did he know that the intricate web of emotions and choices would lead him down a path of self-discovery, testing the boundaries of love, jealousy, and the blurred lines between right and wrong.

the salvatore mansion's grand ballroom was aglow with soft candlelight, casting dancing shadows on the ornate walls. it was one of those rare occasions when the town's supernatural residents and humans mingled under the same roof, an uneasy truce that brought tension to the air.

jeremy watched from a distance as the guests swirled around, their laughter and music blending into a symphony of decadence. his gaze shifted to you, standing near the center of the room, your elegance and beauty drawing the eye of everyone present, including his.

he clenched his jaw, a mix of emotions surging within him. tonight, he had told himself, would be different. he would keep his jealousy in check and try to find a way to coexist with the knowledge that he wasn't the only one vying for your attention. but fate had other plans.

stefan salvatore, his usually composed façade replaced with a smile that could charm even the most steadfast hearts, approached you. jeremy's heart tightened as he observed the scene unfolding before him.

“may i have this dance?” stefan's voice held a velvety quality that seemed to wrap around you like a warm embrace.

you smiled, your eyes meeting his. “of course, stefan.”

as you and stefan swayed to the rhythm of the music, jeremy's fingers clenched into fists at his sides. he had seen this before, the way stefan had an uncanny ability to draw people in, to make them feel like they were the center of the universe. but right now, it was you who had his attention, and that was something jeremy was finding increasingly difficult to accept.

he turned away, his breath coming in short, frustrated bursts. he walked briskly toward the balcony, seeking the solace of the cool night air. the night sky stretched out before him, stars twinkling overhead like distant, unattainable dreams.

“hey.”

the voice behind him made jeremy's muscles tense. he turned to find damon leaning casually against the balcony railing, a glass of bourbon in his hand.

“damon,” jeremy muttered, his tone guarded.

damon arched an eyebrow, his lips curving into a half-smile. “trouble in paradise?”

jeremy's jaw tightened, but he remained silent.

damon took a sip of his drink, his gaze fixed on jeremy. “you know, jealousy doesn't suit you, kid.”

jeremy's eyes flickered with a mix of irritation and vulnerability. “what do you know about it?”

damon's gaze softened slightly. “more than you might think. look, there's a lot you don't understand about this world, about us.”

jeremy's fists clenched again, his frustration mounting. “and what? you're here to offer me some kind of wisdom?”

damon's tone turned serious. “i'm here to remind you that life's too short to let jealousy eat you alive. if you care about her, you'll figure out a way to deal with it. otherwise, you're just gonna end up miserable.”

jeremy's anger was replaced by a mix of resignation and realization. he stared out at the night sky, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him.

as the party continued inside, jeremy took a deep breath, letting damon's words sink in. it was a battle within himself that he needed to confront—a battle between his feelings for you and the jealousy that threatened to consume him.

jeremy's frustration simmered beneath the surface, an undercurrent of emotions that he struggled to contain. he turned his gaze back to the ballroom, his eyes finding you still dancing with stefan. the jealousy that had been a constant companion flared into something more potent—a raging fire that threatened to consume him whole.

he clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging into his palms as he fought to regain his composure. the music seemed to mock him, the cheerful notes contrasting starkly with the turmoil within his heart.

“still having your pity party?”

the voice that interrupted his thoughts was familiar, and yet, it grated on his already frayed nerves. damon had followed him once more in order to keep an eye on him, his piercing gaze assessing jeremy's clenched stance.

his jaw tightened, his resentment aimed at both damon and the situation. “why do you even care?”

damon's gaze held a mixture of exasperation and something else—something jeremy couldn't quite decipher. he gave a casual shrug. “just thought you could use some company out here. you seem a bit on edge.”

jeremy's frustration bubbled over. “you're not helping, asshole. if you wanna be helpful, stay out of my business.”

damon's eyes glinted mischievously, his lips curling into a faint smile. “oh, come on, don't be like that. it's a party. let loose a little.”

jeremy's patience wore thin, his anger bubbling to the surface. “i don't need your advice, and i definitely don't need you interfering.”

damon's smile only widened, his gaze flickering to the ballroom. “speaking of which—”

before jeremy could react, damon turned away and strolled back into the ballroom. he seamlessly joined you and stefan on the dance floor, his presence commanding attention. jeremy watched as damon skillfully guided you through the dance, his movements smooth and calculated.

stefan's laughter mixed with the music, and you seemed caught between the two salvatore brothers, your eyes flickering between them as you danced.

damon's voice, dripping with charm, reached jeremy's ears as he exchanged flirtatious banter with you. “you know, you really know how to light up the room.”

stefan's response was equally playful, his voice laced with innuendo. “oh, damon, flattery won't get you everywhere.”

you laughed, your eyes sparkling with amusement. “boys, you're both shameless.”

damon's eyes held a challenge as he twirled you. “can you blame us? when a stunning girl like you graces us with her presence?”

stefan chimed in, his fingers brushing against yours. “it's impossible not to be captivated.”

jeremy's anger surged, a mix of jealousy and rage burning within him. he had to clench his fists to keep from storming into the ballroom. the sight of you being courted by both stefan and damon ignited a fire in him that he couldn't ignore.

the dance continued, each word exchanged between you, stefan, and damon stoking jeremy's fury. he felt like an outsider, an observer to a scene that was slowly driving him to the edge.

finally, the dance came to an end, but the tension in the air lingered. damon and stefan shared a knowing smirk, leaving jeremy seething on the balcony.

as the two of them sauntered away, he stood there, his heart racing and his emotions in turmoil. he had never felt so powerless, so consumed by jealousy. the night air did little to soothe his frayed nerves, and he was left grappling with the realization that the battle for your attention was far from over.

the moon cast a silvery glow over the deserted alleyway, the shadows playing tricks on the eyes. jeremy leaned against a brick wall, his jaw clenched as he watched you approach. the tension between you two was palpable, a result of the animosity that had grown between vampire and vampire hunter.

“jeremy,” you greeted, your tone laced with a mix of amusement and condescension. “what brings you to the dark side of town? looking for a quick fix again?”

he shot you a glare, his eyes narrowing. “just figured i'd see what you're up to. not like i've got anything better to do.”

you chuckled softly, your lips curving into a sardonic smile. “ah, the illustrious life of a vampire hunter. must be quite the thrill.”

jeremy's fists tightened, his irritation evident. “more thrilling than a never-ending existence, i'd say.”

you raised an eyebrow, a spark of challenge in your gaze. “at least i don't have to worry about growing old and wrinkled.”

he retorted with a smirk, his sarcasm matching yours. “yeah, immortality does wonders for the complexion.”

the banter continued, each word exchanged between you a careful dance of barbs and retorts. the animosity that had grown between vampire and vampire hunter was a thick fog that enveloped the conversation, masking the underlying currents of tension.

you tilted your head, your tone mocking. “so, what's the plan, jerm? lure me into a trap, perhaps? or maybe you're here to try and convince me to give up my evil ways”

his gaze held a mix of defiance and frustration. “i don't need to convince you of anything. your track record speaks for itself.”

you chuckled, your laughter like a cool breeze on a summer night. “ah, jeremy, always the charmer. it's a wonder you haven't won over every vampire in town with your winning personality.”

his eyes flared with anger, his patience wearing thin. “says the vampire who can't seem to resist dancing with every salvatore brother in sight.”

the mention of the salvatores seemed to strike a chord, your expression flickering for a moment before you masked it with a smirk. “jealousy doesn't suit you, little gilbert. but i must admit, it's quite the entertainment watching you try to keep up.”

he scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “at least i'm not pretending to be something i'm not.”

you took a step closer, your gaze locking onto his. “and what's that, exactly? the tortured soul with a chip on his shoulder?”

jeremy's voice turned cold, his words a dagger aimed at your heart. “better than being a bloodsucking slut.”

you laughed, the sound echoing through the alleyway like a haunting melody. “oh, jeremy, you have no idea what you're missing out on.”

as the tension between you two continued to escalate, the words you exchanged were like a battlefield of wit and resentment. the lines between enemies and allies were blurred, the unspoken emotions simmering just beneath the surface.

and as the moonlight bathed the alley in its silvery glow, the clash of wills between vampire and vampire hunter seemed to echo the timeless struggle between light and darkness.

the low hum of chatter and clinking glasses filled the dimly lit bar, a familiar meeting place for the residents of mystic falls. the entire gang had gathered there for a rare moment of respite, a chance to unwind amid the constant chaos that seemed to engulf their lives.

you stood by the pool table, a cue stick in hand as you lined up your shot. the sharp crack of the balls echoed through the air as you sank one into a corner pocket. stefan, ever the gentleman, approached from behind, a smile playing on his lips.

“nice shot,” he remarked, his voice laced with admiration.

you turned to him, a playful glint in your eyes. “thanks, stef. guess i have a natural talent for handling sticks.”

stefan's grin widened, his charm evident. “oh, i'm sure you do. but the real question is, can you handle the pressure?” you bit your lip, locking eyes with your favorite vampire. “how about you give me some pressure worth handling?”

his laughter mingled with yours, the two of you sharing a moment that seemed to ignite a spark in the air. as you lined up your next shot, the flirtatious exchange continued, the chemistry between you and stefan undeniable.

jeremy, nursing a drink at the bar, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of irritation and jealousy. the snarky remarks you and stefan exchanged felt like a constant reminder of his own frustration, a reminder of the feelings he was desperately trying to suppress.

damon, leaning against the bar beside jeremy, chimed in. “looks like our friend jeremy here could use a bit of that playful banter in his life.”

jeremy shot him a glare. “i'd rather not engage in childish games.”

damon raised an eyebrow, his smirk never fading. “pity, really. you're missing out on all the fun.”

as the night wore on, the tension between you and jeremy seemed to escalate with every sarcastic barb. the energy was thick with resentment and a tangled web of emotions, a battle of words that had become a battlefield of its own.

elena, sensing the growing hostility, exchanged a concerned look with bonnie. with a knowing glance, elena approached her brother, her expression firm yet empathetic. “you need to talk to her, jeremy.”

he looked at her incredulously. “why would i do that?”

elena's gaze softened, her voice gentle. “because this jealousy isn't healthy, and it's only getting worse. you have to be honest with yourself and with her.”

jeremy's gaze hardened, his anger still simmering. “why does it even matter?”

elena's voice was steady. “because you can't keep pretending that your feelings for her don't exist. it's not fair to either of you.”

with a sigh, jeremy leaned against the bar, his defenses crumbling. he watched as you shared another flirtatious smile with stefan, the jealousy gnawing at him like a persistent ache.

finally, he approached you, his expression a mix of vulnerability and frustration. “can we talk?”

you turned to him, your gaze cool but curious. “sure, if you can handle a conversation without your usual bitchiness.”

he nodded, the tension between you two palpable. as you stepped away from the pool table and found a quieter corner, the echoes of the bar's chaos faded into the background.

the corner you found was dimly lit, the ambient noise of the bar fading into a distant murmur as you and jeremy faced each other. the tension between you was increasing, an unspoken storm of emotions swirling in the air.

jeremy cleared his throat, his gaze meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and determination. “look, i know I've been an asshole, and I've said a lot of things i didn't mean. but the truth is—i've been struggling with something i didn't want to admit.”

you arched an eyebrow, your voice laced with skepticism. “and what's that, jer?”

he took a deep breath, his voice earnest. “i've been jealous. jealous of the attention you get, especially from stefan. i've been hiding my feelings behind snarky comments and sarcasm, but the reality is—i care about you. more than i should.”

your gaze softened, the walls around your heart beginning to crumble. his honesty was unexpected, and it touched something within you that you had been trying to bury.

“you know, jeremy,” you said softly, “it's not easy being a vampire in a world where vampire hunters exist. there's a constant struggle to reconcile who i am with what i've become.”

he nodded, his expression understanding. “i get that. i do. and maybe that's why i've been pushing you away, because i couldn't handle my own conflicting emotions.”

you took a step closer, the distance between you closing. “so, what now?”

jeremy's gaze locked onto yours, his voice steady. “i want to stop pretending. i want to stop fighting what i feel, even if it means admitting that I'm not as strong as i thought.”

a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “that's a start.”

before either of you could say another word, the tension that had been building between you erupted into a fiery passion. his lips crashed against yours, a mixture of longing and pent-up emotions spilling over in the form of a scorching kiss.

the world around you faded into obscurity, leaving only the two of you in that moment. it was a kiss fueled by months of frustration, desire, and a newfound honesty that had broken down the barriers between you.

when the kiss finally ended, you both pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed. the air was charged with electricity, the connection between you stronger than ever before.

“wow,” jeremy muttered, his voice a mixture of surprise and wonder.

you grinned, your heart pounding in your chest. “yeah, wow.”

the weight of unspoken words hung in the air, a promise of what could be if you both chose to let go of the past and embrace the uncertain future.

as you stood there, hand in hand, the possibilities stretched out before you like an open road. the complexities of your emotions were no longer a barrier, but a bridge—a bridge that could lead to something unexpected, something beautiful, and something worth the risk.

#tvd #the vampire diaries #jeremy gilbert #jeremy gilbert x reader #jeremy gilbert smut #stefan salvatore #stefan salavatore x reader #jeremy x reader #stefan x reader #damon salvatore #damon salvatore x reader #damon x reader

[lcandothisallday]

jack harlow masterlist!✨

Blurbs/Concepts

Pranking him with a pretend BJ

Reaction to someone sliding into your DM

Tension turned more

Movie night 1

Goofing around on live

Freezing hands

First date nerves

Jack playing Santa

Playing with his PG ring 2

Making fun of his Rudolph claymation crush

Tattling on Jack

Friends to Lovers 2

Stay the Night

Communication

Jack jealous of Urban and Clay

Jack asks his mom how to know if you’re in love

Late night FaceTime

Silly Childhood Crush - y/n has the opportunity to work with Harry Styles

Aftercare

More like you - in which your daughter starts to look more and more like Jack as she grows

Jack accusing you of losing his PG ring

Naming your baby after Urban

Argument with Jack in front of his friends

Jack’s birthday

Play fighting with Jack

Jack spotting you in the crowd of his show

Princess- your older daughter is jealous of her newborn sister

Rough Nights - Pent up frustrations leads to the boys breaking down in your arms

Jack FaceTiming you late a night after having a bad day

Fics

Hesitant - where Jack asks you to move in

Perfect - late night drives

Funny Seeing you Here part 1

Different Light part 1 part 2

Storm into my heart

I’m Yours

Instagram Live part 2 part 3

Full time Home - Jack buys a house without consulting with you first

Unfair - reader hires Urban for a project (some f!reader x urban)

Glancing your Way - you and Jack keep making eye contact at a party

Red Carpet Lovers part 2 - going to the met gala with Jack

Highschool Sweethearts - Jack discusses on an interview how you and him met

Dancing Queen - Giving Jack head after his Grammys performance

Birthday Girl - It’s your birthday and Jack claims he isn’t able to make it but he actually has a few tricks up his sleeves

Fireworks - Joining Jack in Kentucky to watch the fireworks

Right Person Wrong Time part 2 - Jack has a history with Urban’s younger sister

Lil Secret - where a couple photos of you and Jack surface and he gets asked about it in an interview

Advice - Jack’s mom gives him advice

Moving On - You break up with Jack

Drunk in Love - Joking around on a yacht with Jack

Not that Simple part 1 part 2

Someone Better - Jack is in love with you and he has to see you with another guy

One Bed - Enemies to lovers have to share a bed

Cute when you’re Jealous - Reader is jealous

Hurt - Jack wants to keep your relationship secret

Pretty Views - Reader admires Jack while he reminisces on his accomplishements. Lead up to sexy times

Promises - Reader and Jack used to date and his mom tries to get you two back together

Court Side Butterflies

Wedding Season - where Jack is convinced to bring the reader (the girl he hates) as his plus one to a wedding

Ice Skating Date

jeremy wmcj✨

Blurbs

Couple's Yoga

Post ACL Surgery Confessions

Jeremy sees you at a pickup game and shows off to flirt

Jealous Jeremy

Juice

Fool for you

Silent Treatment

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow angst #jeremy x reader #Jeremy wmcj #wmcj #wmcj fics

[empress-pug]

Betrayal—Jeremy x reader is now entering the ANGST ballroom…

Content warnings: Mentions of killing, betray, hanging, blood, tell me if I missed any pls

A/N: I couldn’t take this fic seriously because I was listening to twice while writing it, this is just a Drabble btw 😔

Meeting you was the best thing that happens in Jeremy’s life, the way you cared for him in ways no one else did, the way you showered him with love, the way you’d always help him not judging him when he felt down. You were just an angel, an angel who was unfortunate enough to come down and graze the earth with your beauty when it was tainted in all things bad.

But he was fortunate enough to be the direct gaze of your gentle gaze and touch. Oh how he loved you, you had him completely wrapped around your fingers. Anything you asked him he’d do in less than a second- not even daring to hesitate.

Meh loved you, and he thought you loved him. What a silly thing, what ddi you ever do to make him think you actually loved him. He’s as laughable and pitiful as always, just because you told him some kind words. Looking at him with a gentle but fake gaze.

Pfft, truly laughable. He’d gotten in trouble so many times just because he conversed with you, his father telling him how he shouldn’t get too attached. But he didn’t listen, you surely wouldn’t do anything to betray him… right?

Maybe he should have figured it out from the way you sneaked out of the Agriche mansion, giving signals to certain servants in the household. How you distanced yourself from him with a sad gaze.

How he finally noticed when you sent him a letter containing your confession for why you were housed in the mansion for a few months. It was all for a mission, a mission where you weren’t supposed to interact with him. A mission where you were supposed to ruin the family.

But why didnt you? He wasn’t particularly angry with the content, until he figured out that you didn’t in fact betray him. Instead you basically fed yourself to the dogs, not completing your mission and instead letting the family continue to live. How horrible he felt, his stomach churning at the way you neatly wrote your letters liek never before, a kiss on the edge of the letter.

How you addressed him as your dear, how you sent him love and your best regards. That’s how you breathed him, he would’ve been more than willing to die at your hands if that’s what you wanted, but instead letting yourself die to save him and his family?

Maybe he had enough time to kill that stupid family of yours, maybe then.!

It was too late, your body handing in front of your estate, it seemed thag it was just recent. Tears still evident in your face, horror filled his face. If only he was earlier, maybe if he caught on in time, then maybe you’d still be alive. Even if it meant he’d be a cold corpse. Why did you betray him? Dying so quietly, so quickly- giving him but a graze off your affection and taking it away so quickly.

Depriving him of your love, of your body, if you.

Maybe you’d smile if you saw the bloodbath he made of your family, the same family that disposed of you.

#x reader #fanfic #angst #Drabble #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #twtptflob #jeremy agriche #Jeremy x reader #Jeremy Agriche x reader #twtptflob x reader #Agriche x reader #Manwha #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Manwhas #⋆·˚ ༘ * TWTPTFLOB

[stepmothersfantasyheadcanons]

Jeremy x gnreader

will keep his crush private since he is engaged. However, as time goes by he will start to become frustrated because he just wants to marry and act on someone he likes--not someone his father chose. Since his father is dead, Shuli (stepmother) will notice a change in his behaviour. for example how much he enters the dance floor just so he can coincidentally dance with you for the very last part of the dance. (He will act nonchalant about it but his heart is giving him palpitations, also his back is sweaty for some reason).

Will fall for those who are unique amongst the crowd. For example, if you are a girl who practiced swordsmanship and you actually have a pretty impressive skill--he will be eager to watch you and is extremely interested. If you are good at getting out of situations because of your ability to manipulate others--he will find that sketchy but amusing. If you sneak-out and hangout with commoners and maybe teach them swordsmanship or cook for them--that would be a pretty good impression on him.

When Ohara is amongst the crowd he wont look at you. But once he breaks off the engagement, Shuli is proud of him for stepping up in the act of love. Jeremy will pretend he just wants to focus on Knight-Hood but deep down he knows his heart has shown signs of being able to love other. So, if his crush ever passes he now knows he is capable of love--something that is bizarre to him since everything has been planned for him since his birth as the head of the family.

Will pay attention to his attire a lot more. His hair has to be in a specific way. If you look at him for just a moment, he will act dignified and unconsciously puff out his chest. If you compliment him or make a comment about how you like it when guys have their hair pushed away from their face--this guy will jump onto the chance to please you. And he will ignore any looks he gets from Nora, because his friend is observant and immedietly knows.

Nora will be the first to find out because Jeremy and Nora act in similar ways when theyre in love. They both want to please their partners and maintain a public image to a degree. e.g. wearing nice clothing, following social etiquette (though it did take a while for Nora). Nora wouldnt say anything but maybe just give him a knowing-look and Jeremy would be like "what?"

#jeremy von neuschwanstein #jeremy #manhwa #nora von nuremberg #shuli von neuschwanstein #a stepmother's marchen #the fantasie of a stepmother #jeremy x gnreader #jeremy x reader #jeremy x yn #jeremy von neuschwanstein x reader #jeremy von neuschwanstein x gnreader #jeremy von neuschwanstein x yn #jeremy von neuschwanstein x you #jeremy x you #headcanons #jeremy headcanons #jeremy von neuschwanstein x reader headcanons #jeremy von neuschwanstein headcanons #jeremy von neuschwanstein x gnreader headcanons #jeremy von neuschwanstein x gn headcanons #jeremy von neuschwanstein x yn headcanons

[until-theend-oftheline]

Live For Now

Pairing: Jeremy Renner x Reader

Summary: December 2016 Y/N moves to a small house near Lake Tahoe with her 5-year-old daughter. She is for a new beginning and a place to make new memories. She never expected to find love, especially not in her 16 years older neighbor. A friendship forms and love blossoms and Y/N decides to live for now.

A/N: This series will not be written in order. Everything will be placed in order on the masterlist. It will be long-running and snapshots of Y/N and Jeremy's growing relationship. Most of them can be read as stand-alone just like my LLL series. I still hope you’ll choose to read them all.

Disclaimer: I am completely ignoring covid was a thing telling you this, cause frankly working in the healthcare system I am sick of dealing with it still ;)

I am keeping it fairly close to Jeremy's life but moving dates of movies might occur, plus keeping it mostly set in Reno, not LA just for ease of the flow of the story. I also don't know him so it will be my take on who he is.

Status: Coming Soon

List of chapters

Snowed Out (Coming Soon)

Paying it Forward (Coming Soon)

Ambush (Coming Soon)

Positive (Coming Soon)

#jeremy renner x reader #jeremy x reader #jeremy renner #rpf fic #jeremy renner imagine #jeremy renner series #rpf

[moody4world]

The lucky one🏀

a/n: yall im obsessed with the trailer already so here’s a little something i was thinking about.

Kamal and Jeremy at the basketball court

Jeremy: So uh, who’s the fine lady over there?

Kamal: Did you just say fine lady in 2023? That’s y/n, don’t even think about it either cause she hasn’t given anybody that comes here the time of day. EVER.

Jeremy: But she’s never met me.

Kamal: Jeremy…be for real man.

Jeremy: Look, im just sayin maybe im the lucky one ya know? i feel like the universe is on my side with this one.

Y/n fine ass walks by winking at Jeremy as they both stare in awe

Y/n: Hey Kamal….hi white boy.

Kamal: Damn, maybe you are the lucky one.

#jack harlow #white men can’t jump #jeremy x reader #jack harlow x reader #moody4world #moody fics

[harlowsthetic]

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