#jeremiahfisherxreader

[midnights-with-him]

cruel summer (j.fisher x reader) pt1

song: cruel summer, t.s, lover

(can u tell i love taylor swift??)

summary: fate decides its a cruel fucking summer when jeremiah asks you out and then kisses belly conklin in your pool

warnings: ANNNGGGSSSTTT swearing

a/n: okay honestly im team jeremiah and ive been dreaming of like yn dating him and then the pool scene from s1 but its CHEATING

(no happy ending in this part, but im thinking of doing another part or maybe two more, and MAYYYBBEE eventually happy ending?)

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killing me slow, out the window, i'm always waiting for you to be waiting below - t.s

it was a hot summer day in july when jeremiah fisher asked you out last year.

you had been pining over him for about two years, and it was impeccably timed, he led you out to the pool and you two jumped in, and then, after four laps and a race to the five-feet-deep mark (who's counting?) he asked you out.

school days had consisted of your father's nagging, schoolwork, christmas with a mailed package from someone, tests, facetimes with the same someone, broken pencils, fake friends, texts during unbearable math lessons, and then flowers blooming and school turning into summer.

and it was a cruel fucking summer.

your father was somewhat of a legend lawyer in town, and you were the legendary princess, gifted a car two years before the ripe age of sixteen. taylor had one remarked, the night after you confessed your crush on him last year during the fall, at a sleepover with belly and taylor, that "you two would have super-hot rich babies!" with made all three of you collapse in giggles.

your father and laurel had met in college, a fact not lost on your dad, as he kept pestering you to go to the same school as him, and then the same lawschool, and then the same law firm. at first you had thought all people from his college must be screwed on too tight like him, but then you met laurel, who laughed and cursed and sang and danced in public and in private, and then you met susanna on your first trip with taylor to cousins, susanna who jumped in the pool fully clothed, and took you to the beach everyday, and asked you to stay the entire summer, every summer.

but this summer was a cruel fucking summer.

it was a deliriously hot night in august, the days where it was colder outside in the breeze than inside with the AC, so you turned your AC off, blasted taylor swift for the fun of it, and stuck you head out the window with your hair down, hoping to catch and lingering breeze to throw your hair around.

you were craning your neck outside your window, trying to catch the breeze that was rustling the trees around you gently, trying to see if taylor would stick her head out the window from the sounds of the blaring voice of her name double. or belly.

belly, who had been your friend before taylor, but was now somewhat infatuated with conrad, who always seemed brooding and depressing to you, the black cat to the golden reteriver jeremiah.

jeremiah. jeremiah, who got steven to make you free slushies whenever you stopped by the country club. jeremiah, who always sent you packages of gifts on christmas and your birthday. jeremiah, who always shared his penny candy with you, picking your favorite flavors.

jeremiah. your jeremiah.

or, in fact, belly's jeremiah, you realized, as you looked down at the pool.

at first, you thought it was just one person in the water, but then, you squinted, and you saw small lines between them, the water glowing from the pool lights.

your mind immedieatly flashed to belly and conrad, and you were sure, so sure it was them, because when the person closer to your window came up for hair, it was belly, her hair slicked back from the chlorine water, smiling. for a moment, for a hopeful moment, you thought the other perosn was conrad, because his hair wasn't curly, and it was dark, but then that person tilted his head and you saw it was jeremiah, your jeremiah, hair down from the pool water and darkened by the night surrouding you.

you expected to feel rash anger, like maddie in euphoria, like regina george would, like a pretty, confident girl would.

you didn't feel your emotion at first, but then you felt it, your eyes going glassy, and you could imagine them turning red, and tears blurred your vision, reminding you that you were sad, and you were about to cry.

it was jeremiah, your jeremiah, with belly, who was alos your belly. the belly who showed you around the town yoru first year here, who shared clothes with you and taught you how to shave because you were too chicken to ask your dad.

the first song faded into another and you turned to grab you phone and absentmindedly stopped the blasted song, your face still glued to jeremiah and belly. their heads suddenly darted up when the song stopped, probably thinking the previous love ballad was just an addition to their sweet kiss.

her eyes found you first, and for a second, they locked onto yours, deep brown eyes staring at you, and horror flitted across her face. you waited for regret or shame, but just horror filled her face, and the tears turned hot and angry as they streamed down your face.

then his eyes found you, crying on the window, and his face morhped into all the things you expected it to be. you were never good at reading people, that was jeres thing, but you saw everything in an instant, all the regret and shame and shock and everything piling in his face, before he whirled around to the steps leading out of the pool. once he got out of the pool, water dripping from his hair, he darted into the house, soaking wet.

you stared at belly a little longer, wondering if her face would change. if a little sorry of creep in, if she would scream: "yn, he kissed me," because then at least you wouldn't lose one of your best friends too.

but her face stayed the same, and only when you heard noises from the house did you realize jeremiah was coming up to talk to you.

a sob broke out, sounding wild and lose and angry and heartbroken, and you flung your door open and grabbed your phone, throwing yourself out into the hallway. part of you wanted to face jeremiah, to scream at him with tears running down your face, heartbroken, but the bigger part of you was too weak to scream, so you ran to taylor's door, and knocked, leaning against the door.

when taylor appeared, gorgerous as ever, openening the door, her face morphed into an O and she pulled you inside, closing the door behind her.

"what happened?" she grabbed your arms and shook you while the sobs flew out of your mouth. tears traced a path down your face, and taylor wiped them off, her fingers now stained with black mascara. "yn, what happened?"

"jeremiah," you croaked, throuhg the sobs. "jeremiah kissed, he k-kissed," you words were trembling and you threw her name out into the frew. "belly. he kissed belly in the pool and i saw it and-"

"what the FUCK," taylor shrieked, her eyes wide, a small gasp of anger escaping her lips. in your state of heartbreak you seemed to be able to notice everything. "did he-"

her voice was cut off by susannas, downstairs, complaining loudly.

"jere, jere, jere! where are you going in such a hurry, you're dripping wet!" the walls were thin in the house and you could hear footsteps up the stairs.

"just a minute mom, wait, please, please wait," his voice was jumbled too, and his footsteps were quick, and taylor had just enough time to walk in front of the door and lunge for the handle before it was yanked out of her reach.

he stood there.

his hair was impossibly wet, and it was making puddles on the floor as he stood there looking at taylor, who had her hands on her hips and her nostrils flared, you could tell from even behind her. she was shielding you from his view, and gratitiude surged like a tsunami in your heart for her.

"taylor, is she here? her door was open, and she wasn't there-" he tried craning his neck, he was taller, but taylor moved her body according to his gaze and snapped:

"get out. get the fuck out, jeremiah."

she always used a flirting tone with jeremiah, the tone she used with all the boys even when she had a boyfriend, but the kind of empty flirthing that didn't both you. but now her voice was sharp and angry and impossibly mean.

"taylor, please-"

"you know what fuck you," taylor pushed jeremiah back out into the hallway from the doorframe. "you killed belly? her best friend belly? you cheated on her with her best friend? do you know how fucking novel that is, jeremiah fisher? you are so fucking-"

"yn," he had spotted you from out in the hall, behind taylors shoulder, and his gaze melted as it latched onto you, and you imagined what he was seeing, a shaking girl in the middle of the room, black makeup running down her face, cheeks red and eyes down. "yn please-"

"fuck no," taylor let out another huffy breath of angry air. "there are so many fucking things i could say to you right now, jeremiah, but i need to take care of my best friend because you broke her heart. go fuck yourself, and tell isabel to do the same."

you had just moments before been able to register everything that was happening as it happened, but it seemed like the time glitch effect because you blinked and the door was closed, and the echo of the slam sound rung your ears, and then you hear a lock click and taylor was in front of you, face inches from yours, eyes wide and worried, the malice gone from her tone as she said carefully:

"yn? yn are you okay? he's gone now, i'm sorry. i'm so, so, sorry. he is such a fucking asshole, he doesn't deserve you."

her arms were around you suddenly, and she leaned into you, face in your hair, and you breathed in her scent, fruity vanilla and sun. you let your head drop on her shoulder.

"did you lock the door?" you managed to get your sobs under control and pulled away from her, looking her in the eyes.

"yeah," taylor pointed to your phone. "you gonna get that?"

your phone was buzzing in your hand, and you could tell who it was, you had customised cruel summer as his ringtone, but you turned your phone over anyway, just to see his name.

jere-xoxo was calling.

remembering taylor's question, you shook your head, numb to emotions now that the tears had slowly stopped.

"can i?"

you nodded slowly.

almost violently, taylor pressed the red decline, her long nail making a tapping sound against your screen.

you waited for him to call again, like all the boyfriends did in books and movies after a fight. instead, he texted, according to the alert, which only showed a small snippet.

message from jere-xoxo

yn please call me please let me in i...

the alert preview finished in three dots and you let taylor press it to bring up the full message, full of typos in his hurry to send it.

yn please call me please me in i dont know what yiu saw bu ti i can exdplain yn please

"yn?" taylor said softly. "are you gonna respond?"

yn please he sent another plea. im in the hsllway im not levaing

"no," you said slowly. this was what all the girls in movies did, right? leave them on read. "no."

jeremiah kept sending text messages, and you two watched it in silence, taylor sensing you were too tired to talk.

"do you want to sleep here tonight?" taylor asked finally, her deep, soulful eyes focusing on your puffy, ugly ones. "i don't mind."

"y-yes," you whispered. "yeah," you said, a little louder. "but all my things are in my room," you looked down at your ripped jeans and crop top from today, with sand in the waistband of your shorts. you looked like shit and felt like shit, you didn't want to sleep with dirty shit either.

"okay," taylor nodded, gears in her head whirring. "if he's outside in the hallway, we can just sleep in your room, okay? i'll get my PJs and we'll just run to your room and avoid him, okay? it'll be like hes the papparazi and your the movie star," she snuck a small smile at you and you managed one back.

taylor fished a PJ set from her suitcase and came back from the bathroom with a toothbrush. you knew she was purposly ignoring her skincare, which she always applied with so much care everynight, and you knew it was a sacrifice for her, she liked bragging about how many nights in a row she remember to apply every product just so.

and yet, you couldn't muster up the energy to thank her.

taylor looked and you and motioned to the door handle. you shakily grabbed your phone, still buzzing from text messages, and in one brief motion, taylor opened the door, stepped outside and started running.

you hadn't realized she had grabbed your hand, but you guess she had, because when she ran, your arm jerked you forward and your feet went on autopilot, running behind taylor.

jere was there.

leaned against the wall in the middle of the two doors, a puddle of pool water already dripping onto the carpet floor, phone in his hand, his head jerked up when he heard the door open, and his eyes followed you and taylor.

"yn, yn, yn," he said your name three times like a chant and reached out to you when you passed him. "please, i can explain-"

taylor, who was ahead of you, got past the doorframe and started to drag you inside, and you faced your room, but something held you back.

not emotionally.

physically.

you turned around to see his arm, his hand, tanned and muscular, holding your wrist so delicatly. you could pull your wrist back.

but you didnt.

because jere looked in your eyes and said:

"please, yn."

taylor was silent, watching and waiting for your cue.

and you gave her one.

you snatched your wrist back, giving one harsh pull and it slipped out of his hand and hit your chest with a jarring thump.

"don't touch me," you hissed, and in that moment, it felt right, not because some girl before had done it, but because this cheater in front of you had grabbed your wrist and you didn't like it.

you let taylor close the door and lock it on jeremiah's hurt and shocked face, and you let taylor hug you again, and taylor let you sob into her hair and shake in a rhythm of heartbreak until the sobs subsided like before, and you could hear something else.

knocking.

at first, you thought it was jere, by the door, pretending to be a gentlemen, but then the thin wall to your left vibrated slightly, and you remembered the code you, belly, and taylor had made up (stolen) from young sheldon for the hours after lights out when your phones were taken away.

knocking on each others wall, just to know you were there.

belly.

it was belly, it was her room to your left, and you and taylor stared at the walls.

"are you gonna knock?" taylor asked gently.

no. fuck no. of course not.

you said this with your eyes, and taylor understood.

taylor produced her phone from her backpocket, throwing her belongings onto your bed, and texted fuck off to bellly-jelllyyy.

the knocking stopped.

all the quiet in the summerhouse in cousins.

there were many people in the house, but three stood out.

a heartbreaker, a cheater.

a backstabber, a best friend.

a cryer, who sobbed into her best friend's hair up until the long hours of the night turned into the early hours of next morning.

it was a windy morning in august when you and taylor finally went to sleep, and as your eyes closed, a last breeze slipped through the still-open window.

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okayy part one DONE

ik its lowkey crappy im just shit at writing!!!

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[blissfulxsins]

Like I love you- J.Fisher

if there was anything you hated more it was the smell of overwhelming aftershave, and the guy that currently held your full attention was wearing entirely too much of it. But he kept your mind off of Jeremiah for thirty seconds and he wasn't the worst boy you've ever kissed.

"Y/N? let's go! we're leaving!" You were yanked away from the boy abruptly as Jeremiah drug you in the direction of his jeep.

"Let go of me!" you snapped as all the tequila shots you had taken at the party began to catch up.

"Y/n you're drunk and we're going home!" he said angrily as he shoved you into the passenger seat and buckled you in as you pouted like a child.

The next morning your head was a ticking time bomb, you stumbled down the stairs of the beach house without the slightest recollection on how you'd gotten back home in the first place.

"Morning." You croaked, Jeremiah entirely avoiding your eyes before he grumbled a quiet greeting. You sucked in a quiet breath as you attempted to recall the events of the night before but everything was a groggy haze and you knew you must have done something to upset Jeremiah

"Did I do something?" You asked quietly as Jeremiah just shook his head and walked away.

"Jere! c'mon talk to me!" You shouted after him, you remembered kissing someone,

"Is this because I ditched you at the party last night? i'm sorry-"

"It's not that, it's like you have no regards for your own safety, since when do you go around kissing guys you don't even know?" Jeremiah snapped running a hand through his hair in frustration

"Since when do you care who I kiss?" You countered as your voice started to rise

"Y/N.."

"No! you don't get to be mad at me for kissing a boy at a party."

"I'm not mad at you I just think you should find better people to kiss." Jeremiah sighed.

"Like who? You? Oh wait I forgot we were friends today. the lines have been pretty blurred lately!" you snapped as Jeremiah looked at you immediately, clearly stunned at your sudden outburst.

[blissfulxsins]

Thank you- Jeremiah fisher

a/n: reader has a heart to heart with susannah

warnings; implied dying? fluff, jeremiahxfem!reader, established relationship

"Thank you." Susannah said contently as the two of you sat in comfortable silence as you watched the two boys push eachother around on the basketball court in front of you

"For what?" you asked confusedly

"For him, for bringing my Jere back." The elder woman said causing your cheeks to flame.

"Susannah-" You started defensively

"And don't give me that you're just friends crap okay? I know my son." Susannah cut you off as you smiled softly in the fisher boy's direction.

"I didn't do anything."

"Honey, you did everything, I haven't seen him smile like this in too long, he is vulnerable with you, you were able to do something I can't." she paused as you gave her a curious look

"Break down his walls, he thinks he has to be strong all the time.."

"Do me a favor?" Susannah questioned as her boys drifted to jeremiah.

"Anything." you swore.

"Take care of my boy for me." She finished tiredly.

"Susannah..."

"I'm just glad I got to live to see his first love." Susannah said happily as the blush returned to your face. You didn't have time to respond when your golden retriever boyfriend stumbled in through the sliding glass doors.

"Oh please, don't stop talking about me on my account." Jeremiah teased as you shoved him away playfully.

"Ew, get off you're all sweaty." You complained as you pretended to wipe the imaginary sweat off you're arm. But Susannah's words stuck with you, your eyes catching his as he ducked down to kiss you quickly.

"I love you." He mumbled quietly before he disappeared up the stairs to take a shower, leaving you with a lovesick grin on your face