Jeremy Gilbert had always been known as the responsible one in his group of friends. He was the caretaker, the one who always made sure everyone got home safely after a night of partying. But tonight was different. Tonight, Jeremy was determined to let loose and have a good time.
It was a Friday night and the Mystic Falls gang had decided to throw a small party at the Salvatore boarding house. The music was blaring, the drinks were flowing, and Jeremy found himself quickly getting swept up in the chaos of it all.
Stefan Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, and Damon Salvatore were all there, along with Bonnie Bennett and Caroline Forbes. They were all laughing and dancing, but Jeremy couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.
As the night went on, Jeremy found himself drinking more and more, trying to drown out his thoughts. He danced with Caroline, flirted with Bonnie, and even shared a beer with Damon. But still, it wasn't enough.
Finally, Jeremy stumbled over to the bar and poured himself another shot of whiskey. He downed it in one gulp and felt the burn slide down his throat. He felt alive, invincible, like nothing could touch him.
But as the room started to spin and his vision blurred, Jeremy realized he had gone too far. He stumbled towards the door, desperate to get some fresh air. As he stepped outside, the cool night air hit him like a slap in the face.
Jeremy collapsed against the wall, feeling the world spin around him. He tried to stand up, but his legs gave out beneath him. He knew he was in trouble, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
Just then, Elena appeared beside him, her concerned eyes searching his face. She helped him to his feet and guided him back inside, where she sat him down on the couch.
"Jeremy, what were you thinking?" she scolded, her tone filled with worry. "You could have gotten hurt."
Jeremy shook his head, a drunken grin on his face. "I just wanted to have fun, Elena. Is that so wrong?"
Elena sighed and shook her head, but she couldn't hide the concern in her eyes. She knew Jeremy was hurting, that he was still haunted by the death of his parents. But she also knew that drowning his sorrows in alcohol was not the answer.
As the night wore on, Jeremy slowly sobered up, his friends keeping a close eye on him. They laughed and joked, trying to lighten the mood, but the knowledge of what had almost happened lingered in the air.
When Jeremy finally stumbled back home, his head spinning and his stomach churning, he knew he had made a mistake. He had let his pain drive him to the edge, and he had almost gone over it.
As he collapsed onto his bed, the room spinning around him, Jeremy made a promise to himself. He would never let himself get that wasted again. He would find healthier ways to cope with his grief, to move on from the past.
And as he drifted off to sleep, his head pounding and his heart heavy, Jeremy knew that he had a long road ahead of him. But he was determined to make it through, to come out stronger on the other side. And with his friends by his side, he knew he could do it.
write a story about jeremy from vamire diairies getting wasted*fanfic)
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he throws up
As Jeremy Gilbert laid on his bed, the room spinning around him, he suddenly felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He bolted up, stumbling to the bathroom as bile rose in his throat.
He barely made it to the toilet before he vomited, the alcohol and whatever food he had consumed earlier spilling out of his mouth in a sickening display. He retched and gagged, tears welling up in his eyes as he emptied his stomach until there was nothing left.
Feeling weak and ashamed, Jeremy flushed the toilet and slumped back against the wall, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He felt utterly defeated, the alcohol leaving a bitter taste in his mouth and a throbbing headache in his temples.
As he sat there, his head spinning and his body trembling, Jeremy knew he had hit rock bottom. He had let his pain and sorrow drive him to this point, using alcohol as a crutch to numb the ache inside him. But now, faced with the consequences of his actions, he realized he had to make a change.
With a deep breath, Jeremy pushed himself to his feet and stumbled back to his bedroom. He collapsed onto his bed, the room still spinning as he closed his eyes, vowing to himself that he would never let himself get that wasted again.
And as he drifted off to sleep, the pounding headache and sour taste in his mouth fading, Jeremy knew that he had a long road of recovery ahead of him. But he was determined to face his demons head-on, to find healthier ways to cope with his grief and move forward.
And with the love and support of his friends and family, Jeremy Gilbert knew he would find his way back to the light.
He barely made it to the toilet before he vomited, the alcohol and whatever food he had consumed earlier spilling out of his mouth in a sickening display. He retched and gagged, tears welling up in his eyes as he emptied his stomach until there was nothing left.
Feeling weak and ashamed, Jeremy flushed the toilet and slumped back against the wall, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He felt utterly defeated, the alcohol leaving a bitter taste in his mouth and a throbbing headache in his temples.
As he sat there, his head spinning and his body trembling, Jeremy knew he had hit rock bottom. He had let his pain and sorrow drive him to this point, using alcohol as a crutch to numb the ache inside him. But now, faced with the consequences of his actions, he realized he had to make a change.
With a deep breath, Jeremy pushed himself to his feet and stumbled back to his bedroom. He collapsed onto his bed, the room still spinning as he closed his eyes, vowing to himself that he would never let himself get that wasted again.
And as he drifted off to sleep, the pounding headache and sour taste in his mouth fading, Jeremy knew that he had a long road of recovery ahead of him. But he was determined to face his demons head-on, to find healthier ways to cope with his grief and move forward.
And with the love and support of his friends and family, Jeremy Gilbert knew he would find his way back to the light.
enter damon and his snarky comments
As Jeremy lay on his bed, feeling utterly miserable and defeated, the door swung open and Damon Salvatore sauntered into the room with a smirk on his face. "Well, well, well, looks like someone had a bit too much fun tonight," he taunted, his signature snarkiness dripping from every word.
Jeremy groaned and buried his head in his hands, unable to tolerate Damon's teasing at the moment. "Shut up, Damon. I don't need your commentary right now," he muttered, his voice muffled by his palms.
Damon chuckled, the amusement evident in his voice. "Oh come on, Jeremy. We've all been there before. It's a rite of passage, getting wasted and regretting it the next day," he quipped, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Jeremy shot him a glare, his headache intensifying with every passing second. "You're not helping, Damon. Just leave me alone," he grumbled, wishing he could disappear into thin air.
But Damon was not one to give up easily, especially when he had a chance to rile up his younger counterpart. "Ah, but where's the fun in that, Jer? You know I live for these moments of vulnerability," he teased, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously.
Jeremy let out an exasperated sigh, knowing there was no escaping Damon's teasing. "Fine, have your fun, Damon. Just don't expect me to join you in your shenanigans anytime soon," he huffed, feeling a tad defeated.
Damon grinned, patting Jeremy on the back in mock sympathy. "Don't worry, buddy. I'll make sure to document this moment for posterity. Maybe I'll even sketch a little 'hangover Jeremy' portrait," he joked, earning an eye roll from the younger Gilbert.
As Damon sauntered out of the room, leaving Jeremy to nurse his hangover in peace, the younger man couldn't help but crack a small smile. Despite his snarky comments and teasing, there was a sense of camaraderie in Damon's antics that made Jeremy feel a little less alone in his post-party misery.
And as he drifted off to sleep, his headache slowly subsiding, Jeremy Gilbert knew that he would always have a snarky vampire by his side to keep him on his toes, even in his most vulnerable moments.
Jeremy groaned and buried his head in his hands, unable to tolerate Damon's teasing at the moment. "Shut up, Damon. I don't need your commentary right now," he muttered, his voice muffled by his palms.
Damon chuckled, the amusement evident in his voice. "Oh come on, Jeremy. We've all been there before. It's a rite of passage, getting wasted and regretting it the next day," he quipped, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Jeremy shot him a glare, his headache intensifying with every passing second. "You're not helping, Damon. Just leave me alone," he grumbled, wishing he could disappear into thin air.
But Damon was not one to give up easily, especially when he had a chance to rile up his younger counterpart. "Ah, but where's the fun in that, Jer? You know I live for these moments of vulnerability," he teased, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously.
Jeremy let out an exasperated sigh, knowing there was no escaping Damon's teasing. "Fine, have your fun, Damon. Just don't expect me to join you in your shenanigans anytime soon," he huffed, feeling a tad defeated.
Damon grinned, patting Jeremy on the back in mock sympathy. "Don't worry, buddy. I'll make sure to document this moment for posterity. Maybe I'll even sketch a little 'hangover Jeremy' portrait," he joked, earning an eye roll from the younger Gilbert.
As Damon sauntered out of the room, leaving Jeremy to nurse his hangover in peace, the younger man couldn't help but crack a small smile. Despite his snarky comments and teasing, there was a sense of camaraderie in Damon's antics that made Jeremy feel a little less alone in his post-party misery.
And as he drifted off to sleep, his headache slowly subsiding, Jeremy Gilbert knew that he would always have a snarky vampire by his side to keep him on his toes, even in his most vulnerable moments.