TVD Imagines/Preferences/Requests

14➵Jeremy

I am in love with this imagine odkgn;kakjdg tho i wish this was kinda a damon or stefan one lmao oOPS. I let my friend pick who this was gonna be about bc she's turning 14.... ehhh?? ayyyeeeHH??

anyways i really love this and i feel like you will too.

//You choose the nerdy kid's house to hide in after being chased by your ex which results in an all night convo with Jeremy//

  Edgy. That's what people knew you as. You were the school rebel. You never cared what people thought and though you kept up your grades, you also held the schools 'most detentions' record. 
  Not only that but you were the heartthrob of many guys, and girls, at your school. 
 And you knew you had this effect on people. When you walked down the halls, people parted ways. When anyone would even glance at you in an unforgiving way, you wouldn't hesitate to comment on it. Some saw you as rude and blunt but you saw yourself as honest and real.
  You weren't the only one who saw you that way. Jeremy Gilbert. Mystic High's typical loner and nerd. He was always the quiet guy in the halls, getting picked on by the other jocks. He was also known as Elena's little brother. Basically the type of guy you never noticed. 
  Sure, Elena and you were close, but whenever you would come over, either Jeremy wasn't there or he was locked up in his room. The last time you had ever really looked at him, he was an emo stoner. Such a big waste of looks, you would think. But nonetheless, he wasn't your typical type. 
  

Your typical type was the guy you were driving away from right now. He was an ex of yours, an ex as of right now, and you had just filmed him and some other girl getting dirty. You knew he was cheating but the typical breakup scene just wasn't your bid. You wanted revenge. 
  You knew people wouldn't be surprised to hear you would be proud of doing this. You weren't the one to get sad over breakups, especially when you had seen them coming. So really, this was just a fun outing. 

  Headlights flashed in your rearview mirror. "Shit." You cursed under your breath. Quickly, you grabbed your phone and dialed Elena's number. No answer. She was probably at Damon's tonight. You rolled your eyes and, quickly, began the route to your best friends' house. 
  "Sure, she's not home, but the top window is always unlocked." You muttered to yourself, driving up and stopping in front of her house. You lost your ex a while back when you turned down an alley way which doubled as a shortcut.
  Killing the engine, you swung out and texted your mom you would be staying at Elena's that night. 
Climbing onto the porch, you found your footing and ascended to the roof. 
  When you opened the window, the wind pushed your hair into your face, which didn't help when you stumbled into the room. 
  You screamed a little, because once you had fallen inside, the lights turned on and a deep yell was returned. "Who are you?" The man shouted.  "Elena?" You mumbled, sore and hurt. You cleared your hair and looked up to the guy standing in front of you. And you did like what you saw.
  Yet you were confused why a very pretty, well built, brunette was doing in Elena's house. 
  "Y/N?" The boy asked. Ok, you were confused now. "How do you know my name? Who even are you?" You asked confused. Immediately, the boy was by your side helping you up. You felt his arms and the way they trembled under your touch from his muscles. "I'm Jeremy Gilbert. Elena's brother." He said, helping you up.
  You did a double take and backed up. "Jeremy? No, that can't be you." You laughed hysterically. This was not the Jeremy you remember. The old Jeremy was lanky, awkward, and was always doing pot. His room reeked of it even from down the hallway. You looked around and realized this was his room. "But it doesn't smell like pot in here?" You asked. Jeremy flinched but laughed a little. "Those days are over. Ive changed." He blushed. 
  Right now, he was wondering what he had done to deserve the fact that you, Y/N Y/L/N was in his room. Right then. With him. At ten at night.
  "You have." You breathed and your eyes wandered his body, before you realized he could see you staring. You quickly shielded your eyes and looked away. He was indeed shirtless which made it harder to turn away. "Sorry, sorry." You quickly apologized. "No its fine. Listen um, want to come downstairs? Elena isn't home right now but I'm sure she will be soon." Jeremy started to ramble, wanting to offer you hospitality. 
  "No, no it's fine. I'm actually not here specifically because of Elena. I was actually just running away from an ex." You chuckled and wiggled your phone in your hand. "Oh." Jeremy seemed disappointed. You thought he was nice enough to have a chat with, so you offered. "I dont mind chatting with you for a bit. I'm just really tired and would like a glass of water. I mean, unless you want to go to bed." You offered. Jeremy's face lit up. 

He took you downstairs and got you a glass of water. You ended up beginning to fall for the boy and eventually, opened up to him. Granted it was tired, but he seemed trust worthy. You told him that if he told anyone about any of your secrets, you would find him and probably kill him. To which he laughed and agreed not to tell.
  He secretly knew that he would never tell anyone about anything so long as you told him not to. Jeremy found that you opening up to him was a blessing. He adored you and yes, even though now he knows your insecurities and past, he is falling for you now more than ever. He loved your smile and your eyes, and the way they darkened when you got into something deep. 
  You loved his eyes, and the color of his hair and how attractive he was. You knew, at around midnight, this would be the beginning of something you would love. Which you were right about.

  That night, you grew tired and so you ended up falling asleep next to Jeremy, mouth slightly open and snoring. He thought it was the cutest thing ever and so didn't move. Even when his sister came home and found him resting his head on yours, carefully massaging your arm. Not once did he fall asleep, in fear that you even considering liking him would be a dream and he would wake up.
  But he did go to sleep that morning, and when he woke, you were right there, greeting him a good morning.

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Oh dear god i love jeremy and I want one and jsut ughghhghghhghgh fucking save me pls

oh dear Jesus look at that fucking smile it would be easier if u stab me thnx k bye