#jerma985 x reader

[inhibitionfreewriting]

BARK BARK BARK JERMA CUDDLES NOW 👹👹👹👹👹

You're the only one allowed to talk to me like this 😒

🌠🌠🌠

there were two things that you loved more than taking a catnap in actual sunlight. the warmth of your boyfriend in the middle of the night. at some point, there's an equilibrium of heat between the two of you, where the cool air of the desert has invaded your space and keeps you tucked beneath the covers.

you remember when you first stayed the night, having been up too late talking and he offered you his bed. a sweetheart, like always. he mentioned how he's always a little cold but has "cozy" blankets, "would help you survive a boston winter" blankets. you thought he was crazy to sleep in just boxers and while you donned a shirt and a pair of sweats, you found that a few hours into the night you were sweating but he was pleasantly warm with not a sweat bead to be found.

so now, with one arm draped across his abdomen, the other tucked under your pillow, you nuzzled your cheek into his skin gently. you could feel his chest rise and fall in nearly even breaths, choosing to continue staring in the dull light of the room. jeremy was adorable to you all the time, but when he yawned himself awake and stretched like a sleepy cat, it was your favorite.

"i can hear you watching me," he murmurs, wrapping an arm around you to the best of his ability and pulling you a little closer.

"no you can't," you whisper back, tugging the blankets back over your shoulders. "go back to sleep, jer."

"mmmhmm..." and he had drifted off before he could get out another syllable. your chest shook with a tiny laugh and you closed your eyes again. you wondered if the warmth sped up time or slowed it down as you let sleep take you again.

however much time had passed didn't matter, the only thing that did was your body realizing the source of your warmth had vanished. your hand lazily patted around on the bed before you groaned and raised your head, blinking away the sleep. alone, cold, abandoned even.

"come baaaaack," you called into the pillow, knowing it would be muffled but being too tired to want to flip around. your hand patted at the bed like he was a dog waiting for the okay to get back onto the mattress, but you hoped he was just out of reach, coming back into the room after peeing or grabbing a drink or...

"hush your whinin', i'm right here, you're worse than otto," he teased, getting back under the covers and bringing you close to him.

[unlust-fvck]

will u please write hc for u and jermas first date 🥺🥺🥺

giggling so hard at this

it was definitely a surprise when the quiet eccentric man from the library asked you to get some coffee with him sometime

he scribbled his name and number onto a bookmark and left you with a small smile that was sort of entrancing?

he was definitely odd, but there was really nothing to lose by just getting some coffee, right?

you two would text back and forth for the days leading up to the coffee date

he would take ages to respond

it worried you

it wasn’t because he was busy or uninterested; he literally could not figure out how to respond to anything without feeling like an idiot

on the day of the date, he made sure was at least ten minutes early just in case

he wasn’t wearing anything too special; just some black jeans and a black and white baseball style shirt with the sleeves pushed up

you made eye contact with him while walking in and he smiled nervously as his nerves kicked in

there were two coffees at either side of the table, packets of cream and sugar next to yours

“i wasnt sure how you liked your coffee,” was the first thing out of his mouth

you smiled, flattered and the conversation just flowed from there

you found out he was a few years older than you and that his birthday was in september, a virgo

he was from boston (he sure sounded like it)

he loved making / editing videos

you also noticed his different way of speaking; it was very riveting and you thought he was very charming and polite

by the time you two had finished your coffee, it was cold and an hour or so had passed

“i’d love to meet up again,” he said, a bit quieter, but that same entrancing smile

you nodded in agreement as you grabbed your bag to leave

you were in for a wild experience

[narinni]

Hi can you write a Jerma x reader where the reader hates thunderstorms and gets cute and cuddly together with him and he helps distract them from the storm? <3

help this was so much fun to write, literally so cute

Thunderstorms and TV

The entire night went by so fast. As nervous as you where when you first arrived at Jeremy’s house, you relaxed quickly. Something about his presence had always been so comforting to you. Seeing as tonight was only the second time you’ve spent the night together, and the first time you’ve slept at his home, you would should’ve felt jittery. But not tonight. It seemed as if everything was rolling along easily. Throughout the course of the night you played video games, played with Otto, and binged several movies. Jeremy even cooked for you, which was rare seeing as you where usually the one to cook. Everything seemed perfect, like a fantasy. Nothing could go wrong. You shifted closer to Jeremy as the two of you watched another movie together. He seemed almost too immerced in the movie to notice, but seconds later he slings an arm on the top of the couch, just above your head. You release a deep breath, feeling as content as can be. Just then you hear a loud crack tearing you from your bliss. Your head twitches in the direction of the sound, looking out of the window into the darkness outside. You see a bright light flash, the hear another crack. You where having too much fun with Jeremy to hear the rumbling of the sky, foreshadowing a stormy night. Your heart sinks into your chest, and you try to distract yourself by turning to watch the movie. You don’t get very far before hear another obnoxious snap. The anxiety building in the pit of your stomach rises. How embarrassing. Despite being relatively open with Jeremy, you have yet to tell him of your fear of thunderstorms. It’s the flashing light and the unexpected but loud claps that makes cortisole pump through your system. You cringe at the idea of Jeremy seeing you scared of thunder. As you think, Jeremy shifts his attention over to you. You moved away from him ever so slightly, which he took notice of. Your hushed, but panicked expression and your wide eyes darting around the room, is something he also took notice of. He quickly put the pieces together and decides to take action. He leans closer to you and places his hand on your shoulder, which he now noticed was trembling.

“You okay?” The sincerity in his voice almost empowered you enough to lie and confidently say you where fine, but another, louder crack of lightning leaves you shaken. You can only respond with a, “Y-yeah”, your voice cracking halfway in between. You mentally ridiculed yourself for how pathetic you sounded. Jeremy’s heart ached a little when he heard your response. He knows your lying, and asks again, “Baby, are you sure you’re okay? You know you can tell me”, with the hand grasping your shoulder, he uses his thumb to stroke it. You look down in shame as your cheeks begin to flush.

“I…No, not really, I just…dont like thunder” Your voice wavers and your cheeks flush harder. Jeremy’s face softens, and you swear he almost coos.

“I’m sorry baby”, his eyes trail around the room in thought, “I’ll make you feel better. Promise”. You look up at him in curiosity, and he takes the opportunity to pull you close to him. You’re not used to being so close to him, and you stiffen like a board under his touch, but your body soon relaxes as he guides your head to his shoulder. His arms encase your body, and you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. His head turns to yours and you look up at him, only to be met with his lips pecking your forehead. The sensation melts your anxiety away and you feel almost as if you’re sinking into him. You can hear the steady rythm of his heartbeat, it’s so loud against your ears that it almost completely block out the sound of the thunder. Like a lullaby, his heartbeat, and the occasional stroking of your hair lulls you to sleep, and you find it almost impossible to keep your eyes open. As you drift off to sleep in Jeremy’s arms, he looks down at you. Adoration swells in his chest, and he’s almost proud that he was able to quell your fears. He rests his head on top of yours and follows you to sleep. As you drift further into sleep, you are met with a rather heartwarming thought: Maybe the thunder isn’t so scary when he’s with you.

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[timeforaciggy]

Hey can you please do a jerma x reader where the reader is really overwhelmed by life and work? Just something fluffy and comforting? also just wanted to say I really like what you've written so far and hope you keep writing more!!

JERMA FLUFF TO THE FULLEST EXTENT

A/N:

I am SO sorry if this is bad. I am so sleep deprived but I wanted to write this while I still had the energy to. But thank you for the request anon! If anyone feels up to it let me know what you think of this one. Can’t tell if I’m yapping or cooking.

Also please keep on sending in your requests! I know I haven’t posted much yet but they’re all being worked on.

-tfac <333

Looking down at the kitchen floor you honestly think it seems like a good enough place to just lay down and fall asleep. You could probably fall asleep standing up if you closed your eyes for long enough.

Instead, you opt to grab a glass of water, some Tylenol, and ibuprofen. Even the stairs seem too much of a chore to go up to. Your bed just a dozen or so stairs away waiting for you; practically unused for two nights straight. ‘It can wait another night.’ your actions mirroring the notion as you shuffle over to the couch and carelessly fall back into the cushions.

Finally shutting your tired eyes. No tv. No sound. No nothing. Just an ironic poetic backdrop of nothingness to fall into as your dream contains of the exact same things. Just nothing, really. Even your brain is too worn down to think up anything memorable to show you in your sleep.

Checking the notifications on his phone for the tenth time, he’s kind of fed up with the pit in his stomach that’s been growing since the last time he’s heard from you earlier that day. Grabbing his keys, phone, and wallet. After making sure his own house is set, he’s already in his car. Tapping his fingers anxiously on the wheel to a non existent rhythm, he pulls into your driveway. Using his own key to unlock your door and let himself in like usual.

But it was unusually quiet and dark. ‘Not even a lamp on?’ He pauses briefly in place, immediately noticing a soft yet barely audible snore coming from the couch. His phone’s light leads the way to the sound. He can’t help but hurt a little (a lot) looking at you passed out on your couch.

Your phone’s alarms impeccable timing even blaring out at first, desperately labeled for you to ‘wake up’. But you being you, you press the lock button in your sleep silencing it. Even unconsciously not wanting to be woken up. You look so peaceful but so exhausted in the saddest way and at the same time.

“oh, sweetheart…” is all that’s said; spoken in a sad sigh composed of an empathetic heartbreak for you. He pauses again, effortlessly compiling a plan of action he knows you’d do for him and had done for him before. As you sleep like a rock- within 30 minutes Jeremy’s already placed a DoorDash order, set out your coziest pjs, and called your work letting them know there’d been a “family emergency” and that you “weren’t going to be in tomorrow”- something about a sick relative out of town. Of course writing down what was said, just in case anyone pestered you with details. Or rather, since you would probably worry people would pester you with details.

Soon after, he’s gathered your favorite go-to takeout making it look nice, and setting it on the coffee table along with turning on a dim but warm lamp. After staring at the choices on the tv he settles on a favorite comfort show for you. Before hitting play, he has another genius idea. He goes upstairs to snatch your favorite pillow and blanket from your room before bringing it back to gently lay it on you. He sets the pillow on his lap and gently rests your head down and you instantly curl up into him pulling the blanket up to your chin. Still blissfully asleep he’d rather you just get more sleep than bother you to wake up and eat right away.

He grabs the remote and presses play as you relaxed into him even more so while he’s absentmindedly trailing his fingers through your hair. He can’t help but look down in awe at how peaceful and comfortable you look. Not knowing how long it’s been since you’d slept he honestly didn’t care if it killed him not to move as long as you could stay as content as you looked right now.

After an episode had passed you’d started to wake up a bit. You can’t help but jolt awake with the feeling of panic. The fear-fueled list rushing through your head of everything that sleep had instantly devoured. It sped like a check list all at once; sleeping in to begin with, sleeping through all your alarms (again), ‘I forgot to reply to Jeremy’, what time is it?’ ‘am I late for work?’ ‘did I sleep all night?’

Everything just stopped though. As soon as you started to stir awake and heard, “hey hey hey, everything’s alright- you just took a short nap.” Your heartbeat finally beginning to slow down. An instant anvil amount of weight lifting off your chest, letting out the biggest sigh of relief. His calm and reassuring tone, the gentle waves of hair he’d resumed moving his fingers through helping put the air back into your lungs.

Your head fell right back onto the pillow on his lap. You rubbed at your eyes, resting your hands there. “I’m honestly so fucking sorry, I didn’t mean to sleep in, I meant to text you when I got home-“ “I know, I know, and it’s okay.” His face matched his voice in pure genuineness.

“How long has it been since you actually slept?”

“Probably about two days maybe…” answering as honestly as you can remember.

“I’m so sorry, hun.” His thumb rubbing circles on your hand as he sighed

“Well, you’ve got time to catch up on it now.” He adds

“I hope you don’t mind, but I kind of called off work for you tomorrow-“

“What? What’d you do?” The concern instantly returning to your face

“It’s fine- I just told them a family emergency came up and you weren’t gonna be able to make it in tomorrow, I wrote everything down. Don’t panic! I got our stories straight” With every ounce of sincerity, he still couldn’t help but chuckle a little, and you couldn’t help but laugh either.

“Okay, yeah, I think I can spin that.”

“I think you can- shall we continue?” He asks gesturing to the tv, jokingly.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s continue.” You laugh back

Until he stops to stare at you seriously “Wait wait wait. Under one condition…”

“What’s the condition?”

“That you take some time off for yourself. I know you picked up more shifts than you needed to, and you’re genuinely working yourself too much. I want you to care about yourself as much as I do. Please?”

“You’re right, I’ve been ‘fuck it we ballin’ so much that I balled too much and it kinda fucked me. So yeah, easy deal. I accept the condition.” Saying it so seriously had the both of you laughing. Ending the night on a much better note than it had started.

You both spent the rest of the night, the next day, AND the next night in a comfortable loop of catching up on sleep and enjoying your time off together.

[smolbeanjerma]

Imagine

Having a sleepover with Jerma. You both agree to watch Space Jam 2 together, but he falls asleep halfway in... He looks so cute, you think as you slowly fall asleep as well... little do you know, this is the last time you'll ever go to sleep ever again...

[inhibitionfreewriting]

Hi!!! Love your jerma posts ! Do you reckon you could write some more jerma stuff, just whenever ofc but I want you to know you have a market ! Maybe write about y/n and jerma watching trolls 3 or somethin and jerma keeps feeling the need to live commentate even though it's just y'all two bc he's worried about being boring and you losing interest in him :(((

my heart she weeps at your kind words 👐🏻 thank you, i'd love to write more jerma!! my brain has just been gear shifted in another direction. but i do really really love jerma, he is my ultimate comfort streamer. he helped me get through covid 💀

im also a sucker for like """kids""" movies, and i say that in quotes because really any movie geared towards a younger audience can be fun. you can bet your ass i was in the theater for the my little pony movie 💀. anyway.

jerma who plays with the end of his jacket sleeve, or a frayed thread, or your fingers while he makes another quip that undoubtly is funny but you don't respond the way he perceives as right, not that you responded wrong but you're focused on the movie and spare a giggle but... why was the pit in his stomach growing? he lays his head on your shoulder and you knock your head lightly into his.

the pit grows and he feels like he's sweating when there's an elongated silence between you and he mumbles an apology and you look at him so so confused, "why are you apologizing?" as far as you're concerned you two have been having a good time watching the movie.

"dunno," he replies, trying to shrug it off but you can tell the way he avoids looking back towards you, now staring at the screen hardcore. "don't want you to be bored, y'know, in case you didn't... like the movie." don't want you to be bored with him in case you don't like him anymore. you grab his head softly and kiss his temple.

"i love you," you whisper into his head, so that he can hear you and the one other person in the theater can't, "i'm not bored, i promise, i'm having a good time here. with you." he can feel the growth of the pit and the nerves stop, but still it sits, and with a few other chaste kisses to his cheek as a reminder that you are there, he tells himself it'll be fine.

he'll be fine.

"i love you too, doll."

[timeforaciggy]

UPDATE (good news!!!)

Cooking up a Jerma request one shot rn!!! So excited I finally have inspo! Ahhhhh!!!!

Also breaking news; think I’m gonna also start writing for Spencer Agnew as well! So submit and I’ll write it the best I can! Ahhhh I’m so hyped !!!

AND Barry Block/Barry Berkman !!!

[timeforaciggy]

Jerma x reader request

Reader and jerma go to the record store together and he is too embarrassed to buy his favorite gorillas record infront of reader

Feel free to change it up to make it more cutsy if needed

💿📀💿

A/N:

okay. so first jerma fic. not a great writer to begin with, but I had some (a lot) absolut vodka and just started hitting my keyboard with ideas and made this.

Anon, thank you for requesting this and also please let me know if you end up liking this or not. Your feedback is really helpful and appreciated. Never wrote about him before and want to make sure I’m doing this idea and him justice. (be as honest as you can, I promise my feelings won’t be hurt. As you can MAYBE TELL, I’m a new(er) viewer and don’t want to fuck it up, and if I did, I’d be happy to rewrite it)

Also I’m sorry it’s long, I hope that’s okay!

-tfac <333

!Songs to listen to while reading (and were played while writing)! :

The Blonde - TV Girl ((highly recommend, background vibe created by this song))

On Melancholy Hill - Gorillaz

It was your idea to go to a local record store after you were surprised by a beyond thoughtful Christmas gift from him earlier that holiday. He’d gotten you a new record player- not only new but a good one.

Your heart melted when you opened the wrapping paper to see that he’d gone so out of his way to get you something special and significant to you. You had an extensive collection of records from your favorite bands, even limited editions and pressings with incredible designs and colors. He thought it was so precious that you would show them to him. He’d sit there listening to you and looking at each one with a smile on his face. Whenever he’d stop in your office and both of you would fall into a rabbit hole of music, he’d always had remembered that when you would take them out, you wished you could play them, but you never did- you were too worried your old record player would scratch them and ruin them.

The mental note he took from that months ago leading up to the gift was so thoughtful. He hadn’t asked you about it or hinted at anything regarding it. He wanted it to be a good surprise. And it most definitely was. He spent a lengthy amount of time looking into ‘what the best record player was’, and especially the most reliable one, not wanting your records to get ruined. Just wanting you to finally be able to play them without worry; finally being able to just simply enjoy the music you loved so much.

After your excitement opening his gift and him setting it up with a good speaker, (and telling you “babe, let me do it I’m an expert, I promise.” sarcastically.) You’d started playing them all.

Over the days and months that would pass, he loved hearing your music echo throughout the house. No matter what he was doing, even while just on his computer and catching up on work, any small inconvenience would disappear as he listened to the sound of your favorite songs start playing. It made him smile ear to ear. Every single time.

And although he wasn’t much into music himself,

he was very much into yours.

After a while you’d asked while out on a random excursion in Vegas if you could stop by a record store and pick up some new stylus’ for the record player. He was more than happy to go with you and also explore the store with you as you both looked around. The amount of records was overwhelming to him as he browsed, so he went looking for what he really only knew well. Meanwhile, you went up to the store owner and asked for the specific part you were looking for.

After finding the replacement needed, you turn to see him flicking through the records absentmindedly. That was until he made it to the ‘G’ section and after moving a couple records you can see his hand stop. Pulling his other hand out of his pocket to reach out to pull the record out of the box.

You can see he’s holding a Gorrilaz album and you watch as he looks at it, flipping it over and reading the tracklist. His face in practical awe of his favorite albums of all time.

“Hey, whatchya find?” You ask him curiously

“Oh it’s- they have a Gorillaz album or two” he turns and replies but almost immediately stopping himself from trying to sound too excited.

“Did you, uh find the stylus?” He asks changing the subject.

“Yeah, I did I bought a couple replacements just in case.” You say smiling

“Awesome, where to next?” He asks smiling at you

“Well hold on. What about the Gorillaz album? Don’t you want it?” Asking him sincerely

“Oh uh- nah” he says casually. “Just checking out the artwork.” He adds while looking away.

His face is burning. And he’s praying you don’t notice.

But of course you do. You just don’t let him know it.

You don’t completely understand his reluctance to share something like an album with you. But knowing he isn’t that into music- you chalk it up to being maybe something he just didn’t want to open up to you about yet. It is sort of the ‘one thing’ he doesn’t have in common with you: that being an extensive love for music.

You choose not to push it… But keep a mental note of it. It’s honestly just so cute to you. The thought of him being too embarrassed to admit he wanted the album? You can’t. It didn’t need to make sense for it to absolutely melt your heart. Something you seem to find he makes new ways of doing every second you’re with him.

As the both of you leave to head out of the store, him being a gentleman, wordlessly shows an open palm to you, gesturing towards the bag you’re holding and motions a ‘gimme gimme’ to you with a sweet little smirk. You hand it over to him with a laugh, looking up at him with a big smile and a “thank you”.

As you continue walking, his other arm follows around the back of your waist and pulls you into him as he presses his lips onto your head.

“You’re welcome, love.”

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Days went by as he’d stay clueless to during that day you’d have a surprise in store for him that upcoming Valentine’s Day. You had bought him the albums while checking out of the store, asking the store owner to charge you for them then and to put them aside for you to come and pick up the following day. The owner was more than happy to do just that.

That Valentine’s Day you’d surprised him with some red wine and both took a moment to laugh realizing he did the same thing. You both gave each other a glass of the wine from the bottle you’d bought for one another and gave a sounding clink and a ‘cheers’ to each other. You had made his favorite pasta for dinner that night for the two of you. You lit some candles on the coffee table, enjoyed your pasta together, and cuddled up with him watching a movie. Both of you loving a chill romantic evening together on the couch, just watching a movie and enjoying being in one another’s arms.

As the movie finished, you decide to play blackjack together. Watching his fingers shuffle the cards you couldn’t not stop smiling at him biting his lip like he always did while he’s focusing. Resting your face against your hand you told him that you’d ‘be right back’, and ‘that this deserved some good music.’ He smiled and chuckled at you as you got up to go upstairs to your record player. He agreed and went to fill up your wine glasses.

As he’s pouring the wine he asks you ‘what’s on the track list tonight, dj?’ You had to throw your hand over your mouth to stop from laughing, trying so hard to sound serious when you replied: “Well, I was gonna play some TV Girl, but shit! I think the record player’s broken- can you help me, babe?”

As he quickly thumped up the stairs he was mentally devastated by the idea that your new record player had broken- unbeknownst to him however, you quickly put the Plastic Beach record onto the turntable, turned the player on and waited till the perfect moment for him to come in the room.

You were holding the needle ready to place it onto the already spinning record as he turned the corner into your office with two wine glasses in his hands and a concerned yet sad look on his face.

Dropping the needle onto the right track (thank god, tipsy enough that you hoped it wouldn’t land on a different track, although funny, you wanted it to be a good surprise), the record player began playing ‘On Melancholy Hill’.

He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at you, then around the room. Looking at the candles you had lit, his brain finally realizing what you had been up to and what he was hearing.

He couldn’t help the smile and giggle he let out.

“Really?” He asked stuck in a hilarious disbelief you went through to this sweet extent to surprise him.

“Yeah, really” you chimed back to him while chuckling.

You walked up to him and gently took the glasses out of his hands while taking a sip out of one and then placing them on your desk.

Still stuck in surprise, his eyes following you and then down to your hand that was now reached out towards him. He chuckled at you as you motioned the same ‘gimme gimme’ to him with your hand.

He slowly walked over to you reaching for your hand and paused. Looking at you as sincerely as you’ve ever seen him do. He rubs his thumb slowly across your knuckles pressing his lips to them softly. Gently pulling the same hand to move you close to him while placing it onto his shoulder in a smooth motion. Winding another arm around your waist to hold you and begin to sway you slowly, not even to the beat of the song, but to the rhythm of his absolute joy in the moment. A beat you more than happily moved to along with him as your head rests against his chest.

The two of you slow dance in each other’s arms in the dimly lit room.

The only pause was Jeremy. Stopping to look you in the eyes, dead serious, to ask: “There’s nothing actually wrong with your record player though, right?”

You can’t stop laughing at his clueless but sweet question, struggling to answer “No, there was nothing wrong with it to begin with.”

But he gets the jist as he starts laughing himself.

He continues moving with you through the laughter to dip you to your surprise, taking the moment to laugh at your surprise. Then as he brings you back up, he places a soft hand under your chin tilting your head up and slowly leaning in to kiss you softly.

Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was being suddenly tipped over, but it was the sweetest, most butterfly-in-the stomach kiss you’d ever shared and it made your head swim in the best way possible.

As the night ended, you both went to bed late, you both had been too busy having fun listening to the albums you’d surprised him with, and the time spent together to care. Now in bed you both cuddled up together and before you fell asleep he pulled you closer to his chest, as he thanked you for the surprise all you could do was look up at him and tell him the same. Engulfed in his arms he rested his head on top of yours.

“I love you, y/n” he hummed into your hair

“I love you too, j” you replied wholeheartedly

Last thing you remember is him carefully adjusting himself to place a kiss on your forehead and then your lips before sighing contently and falling asleep together in his arms.