♟: Patching up a wound
It was his fault for trying to show off. At 17 years old, he was hardly some executive chef. Most boys his age just ate 2 week old pizza out the fridge– he knew that much from experience. But the three of them had been living together for a couple months now, and so far, Rebekah had done all of the providing for her guest human. She didn’t necessarily need to eat, but the ceremony created a normalcy they both wanted to Hope– even in her young age.
While Rebekah had tended to the youngest Mikaelson, Jeremy snuck into the kitchen and began his surprise. Steak and potatoes was fairly simple enough, or so he thought. Despite the fact that the vampire’s superior sense of smell would pick up on his cooking almost immediately, the teen had still tried to hurry his preparation to have the meal done before Hope was fully out for her nap. He hurried a little too much, in fact, for partway through sectioning the second potato to boil, Jeremy wasn’t looking where he was cutting and managed to slice the very tip of his finger clean off.
A hiss of a curse slipped through tense lips as he fumbled for a cloth to apply pressure. But before he could, Rebekah had appeared, concern plastered across her face, burp cloth and bottle in hand. His face flushed red as he attempted to hide the crimson embarrassment from sight, and suddenly his shoulders seized when he realized not just who but what was in the room with him. “I’m fine; it’s just a scratch,” excuses fell from his lips as he attempted to laugh, cutting off any sort of worry she was trying to voice. He could feel the blood pulsing in his hand, reverberating a stinging pain throughout his pointer finger.
He heard her sigh his name as he turned away to the sink, but his eyes were focused on the water rushing over his wound. Stupid, stupid, stupid idiot. All he wanted to do was prove he could do something nice for her, after all the stress she was clearly under. Instead, he managed to maim himself and put himself in further harm’s way if she couldn’t– or wouldn’t– keep her supernatural side in check. Above it all, he felt like a fucking fool who couldn’t prep potatoes without nearly losing a appendange.
She was suddenly at his side, a hand on his arm to still his motion. Reluctantly, his gaze lifted until he caught hers, and as nerves took over him, he glanced down momentarily to her lips. “Do you trust me?” His mouth grew dry, and after a moment, he nodded, opening himself up fully to her. The hairs on his arm stood up as the elder vampire carefully reached for his hand, looking over the damage. Jeremy was consciously of how close they were, but tried to remain casual and keep his heart rate in check.
With the blood cleared, Rebekah was able to declare almost immediately that it wouldn’t require stitches, but– “I’m just going to bandage this up, alright?” He thought about arguing with her, insisting that while it was hilarious a self-proclaimed ‘hunter’ couldn’t handle a knife– he could handle a band aid, but something about the way she looked at him had the Gilbert male swallowing back his words.
The silence stretched between them as she worked, and when he finally spoke up, his voice was soft. “This was no exactly the surprise I was going for,” he admitted with a weak chuckle. “If I didn’t owe you a nice dinner before…”
A feminine laugh echoed through the safehouse kitchen as Rebekah shook her head. “Oh, after saving your life, Jeremy,” her accent drawled, lightly dragging a finger on his shoulder as she passed him to the cutting board. “–the least I deserve is a properly cooked steak.” The expression she threw back his way had the boy grinning and moving to her side.
“I’ll follow your lead.”
two important plot items: i will never write the infidelity stuff of s3. and i won't write jeremy killing kol. these are personal choices.
this blog has existed on tumblr since early 2011, with the original url being gilbert-jeremy. i've also used the urls jeremysgone (post-4x14), jeremysback (post-4x23), and dontyouxdare (post s5 finale).
due to the nature of jeremy's story, you may find triggering themes featured here, including self-harm, mental health issues, drugs, alcohol, addiction, violence, abuse, murder, suicide, and death. this blog will NOT write ANYTHING related to rape/sexual assault. please tag your nsfw so tumblr savior can do it's job!
on the subject of tagging, please tag anything related to jeremy's death in 4x14 as stacey don't look. Same goes for audio posts of 'Come Home' by OneRepublic aka the soundtrack to Jeremy's first death. Thanks!
SHIPPING: i am equal-opportunity as far as shipping goes, but roleplay is about so much more than romance and smut. i am an absolute sucker for a good, honest, platonic friendship. relationships are all fine and good, but it's the friendships that weave in and out that make them really special. i will never force a ship on you, and i ask that you return the same courtesy. the only ship i will flat out refuse is romantic damon x jeremy.
ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: are my lifeblood. please have a simple bio accessible on your blog for me to read!
PSA: IF I CAN'T READ YOUR BLOG, I WON'T FOLLOW YOU. it is not my job to make YOUR blog legible.
STARTERS: if you want to tag me in a random starter, go ahead! just remember that don't know the plots of seasons 6-8!
MEMES: send 'em. i don't care if we're mutuals or not. i do not believe in reblog karma and honestly don't care if you 'use' me as a 'meme resource.'
CONTACT ME: i will always reply to anything in my tag- as opposed to my inbox. i'm not the best at replying to messages or meme requests for that matter. i don't have a discord or skype and don't really plan on getting either.
WARNING: my muse is fickle, and i won't always reply to things in the order i receive them. i will not put up with being guiltripped to roleplay- whether it's passive aggressive posts or sending 'poke' messages to remind me to reply. i will literally just unfollow you and be done with it. i created jeremy to be my safe space away from a toxic rp environment, and i won't allow anyone to compromise that.
while this is a JEREMY GILBERT blog, there are three versions of him you may find on here, depending on the universe you interact with him. see the FCs here.
MUN: hi! my name is stacey (she/her). i'm 26 years old, and my otp is jeremy x allison argent (teen wolf). you can catch me at my personal blog here or my personal twitter here!
ICONS: starting of march 2019, any srm icons i will be using for replies have been made by my roleplay mum rachie. all mooney icons are made by the lovely evie. don't steal 'em!
Prior to the beginning of the series, his parents died in a tragic car accident. His sister, Elena, was also in the car that night, but managed to survive thanks to Stefan Salvatore, who rescued her before she could drown. As a way of coping with the accident, he started dealing and using drugs, but soon stopped after the death of his first girlfriend, Vicki Donovan, who had supposedly died of an overdose. Following the murder of his second girlfriend Anna, Jeremy purposely overdosed on pills after drinking vampire blood in the hope of becoming a vampire so he could turn off his humanity. However, his attempt to become a vampire failed, and the blood healed the damage the pills caused to his system.
Jeremy was shot by Sheriff Forbes after Damon dodged the bullet, and was revived by Bonnie, who at the time was channeling the power of over a hundred massacred witches at the witch burial ground. However, the spell that caused him to be revived also gave him the power to see ghosts, causing him to be haunted by the ghosts of his dead girlfriends Vicki and Anna.
After experiencing multiple traumatic events as a result of the supernatural drama in his town, including being compelled by Klaus to stand in front of a speeding car, Elena feared for his safety and arranged for Damon to compel him to live with extended family in Denver.