#shout out to jere...

[arendellepeach]

just wanted to thank you all for loving my gig pics, this has been a hobby i fell in love with this year and it makes me so incredibly happy that people love my silly lil pics 🥰🥰

hope you all have a great new year and i can't wait to bring you more pics in 2024 💚

[whofuckingknows25]

The Summer Before Belly Turned Pretty

TSITP fanfic <3

warnings: nothing a typical teenager hasn't done, weed, beer, and tension..cute tension? idk maybe no tension, read if curious.

My mother has always been the most strict out of the moms. Which is why, I am currently sneaking out to go to the party. My mother always says “Laurel and Susannah practically take the summer off of parenting” How could anyone talk bad about those two? Just another reason my mom and I don't get along. Conrad,Jere,and Steven are all waiting for me in the jeep, a little ways down the road. My family moved into the Fishers neighborhood 5 years ago. It feels like I have known them my entire life. I’ve been trying to leave for the past 20 minutes. Finally, I throw my legs out the window and start to climb down the trellis off the side of our summer home. It used to take a little more tact, but I've had lots of practice over last summer. This is our first weekend back in Cousins this year. I couldn't be more excited, not just for summer, but also to see the boys. A foot from the ground I hear a “Hey!” and my heart practically jumps out of my chest. I whip around and realize it was a whisper, not a shout. It’s Conrad, and a wide, shit eating grin plastered across his face. “Oh my god” i mouth, my hand holding my heart in place. He has his hands in the pockets of his jeans, leaning back and trying not to crack up. The air has this electric charge in it and something feels different than in the past. It feels..better. 

I jump down into the grass and we run across the side yard. This is when I realize Conrad is taller than last year. As we make it to the street, Conrad turns to me and says “So Jere and Steven got tired of waiting, wanna walk?” Our footsteps fall into rhythm before I answer, “Well I guess we don’t have a choice.” The street is quiet. The only noise is our footsteps on the pavement and the crickets song. The almost silence is comfortable, but I want to hear about everything that's been going on since the last time I have seen him. I realize I'm grinning, I am so happy to be back. Happy to be back in the presence of Conrad. “So what's new?” I ask. He tucks some hair behind his ear, revealing a hidden joint, and answers “Nothing really, you?” He is staring down the street. Conrad always deflects when something is going on, and I instantly feel guilty we did not stay connected through winter. “Honestly.. just obsessing over the fact I don’t wanna be anything like my mother.” A laugh escapes my lips. “ But I know it's probably my fate.” He turns his head and looks at me. 

His tone is serious, eyebrows raised, “What happened?” 

“I don’t know.” Nervously, I look down at my feet “I’ve just been thinking a lot.” A minute or two passes before he answers. He had to be turning my words over in his head because then he just says “No, I get it.” Then a smile is shared between us.

 As we get closer to the beach we talk about everyone, but ourselves. Belly is watching a movie with the moms, Jere is playing football this year, and Adam is probably not coming this summer. Conrad makes a comment about how he is glad Adam is staying away and I bookmark it for later. Tonight should be about fun. We stop at the path that heads to the beach. It’s surrounded with tall grass and feels like the fort we made last summer for Belly. It’s cozy and I feel safe. It might just be Conrad having that effect on me. You can hear the music in the distance and people laughing. Last summer I didn't smoke pot, and neither did Conrad. Finally, I point to his ear and ask “Are we smoking tonight?” I figure since we are stopped, it’s the perfect time. Just us two, not having to share with the boys. If Conrad does something, the other boys follow. He takes it out from behind his ear and holds it between his thumb and pointer finger. “You don't smoke.” he exaggerates, “Neither do you!” I grin. He runs his fingers through his hair and teases “well, people change”. There it is again, that electric feeling in the air. I reach out and grab the joint out of his hand. “Yeah, we did.”

We step out into the open beach and the music grows louder. There is a crowd of people with a bonfire in the middle. Most of the girls I realize are in bikinis with open jackets and mini skirts. I am wearing beat up converse, jean shorts, and an old ratty Cousins shirt. As we trudge across the sand, Jere and Steve spot us first. “Hey!” Jere runs up and scoops me into a hug. Jere has also grown taller. Steven behind him waits for a hug and then asks “where did you guys walk from? You took forever” Con and I exchange another smile and then he starts talking to Jere about something. I must be more stoned than I thought because Steven is talking to me and I can't hear anything except my thoughts. I catch onto a joke he is trying to tell and laugh. 

My mouth tastes bitter and is dry. Cons must be too because he says “I’ll grab us drinks”

As he leaves, Clay comes up for a hug. Clay is a few years older than Con and I. He is kind of the worst. The four of us talk about who is all at the party that we would know. Clay is a local, the rest of us are just summer kids. Con comes up in between Clay and I and hands me a beer. As I thank him I realize he is wearing the bracelet Belly and I made for him last summer. He is adorable. I start to ask Jere about who he is seeing these days, or at least for tonight. Which prompts him and Steven to go look for some girls to make out with. 

Which leaves us three alone, So clay comes and stands on my other side. Clay and I do most of the talking. Con is watching the people, but I can tell he is following along with our conversation. Clay nudges my arm and jokes with Con “You didn't tell me she was coming this summer” 

He snapped back “She's here every summer”

Luckily, at this same moment Jere runs up saying “Remember that girl who rejected me last year? I just saw her and she asked me for my number.” which makes me laugh.The tension between Con and Clay is gone. I’m sure Clay is just getting on his nerves, which apparently isn’t hard to do these days. Eventually, Clay staggers off to bother someone else.

 Last summer we would play truth or dare like every night we were at the beach. Which leads me to ask Con “Truth or Dare?”

“No.” he moaned

“Yes” I insisted. The thing is with him, if I ask twice he will give in. Other people are an instant no. He is so stubborn, except when it comes to all the women in his life. Susannah, Belly, and yes even me. It is just another one of his qualities I find attractive. I mean who wouldn’t?

“No. You always make me kiss someone” he smirks

“Oh like you don't dare me to shotgun a beer every time.” I forgot we bicker like an old married couple.

“Oh please, you jump at the chance” he laughed

“Only because i'm kinda awesome at it”

Jere interrupts “it's settled, Con will shotgun a beer..” he agrees “and you will kiss someone” Con sneered “Like who?” 

“Whoever she wants?” Jere says with a smile. He is like a golden retriever, his older brother's tone won't affect him at all.

 “What kind of dare is that Jere, she gets to pick?” he hissed. 

Steven and a few others end up playing with us for a long time. Con and Steven shotgun a beer, Jere ends up skinny dipping, girls kiss, and I somehow got out of kissing anyone. I wouldn't have minded but Con let me off the hook. Again, another quality that looks good on him.

 It is getting late when it's just Steven, Con, and me talking. Steven mentions Clay asking If i am interested in him. Before I can say anything Con rolls his eyes as he answers “He is so obvious, it’s embarrassing.”

“What did you tell him?” I'm looking at Steve while I can feel Con looking at me.

“I told him you wanted to be a nun” I burst out in laughter and the joke even got a smile out of Con. Clay is a fuckboy, he wants to know if every girl is single. Con went to get us another beer. “Conrad is different around you.” Steven confides “ He is like more animated, with everybody else he is so closed off.” This makes me sit down in the sand. I want to be a safe space for Con, but I feel like he doesn’t trust me. Maybe he doesn’t trust anyone with what's in his head.

 “He's pretty closed off with me too, Steve.” I protest

“No he lets you in, and I can tell he is happy when you're around, trust me.” 

“I can’t trust you, you and Jere didn’t even wait on me to sneak out!” i tease

“Conrad was the one who told us not to wait!” We laugh together as Con makes his way back. Steven leaves to go find Jere. He sits beside me in the sand that is still warm from the hot day. 

Once again we are in comfortable silence, watching the crowd grow more sparse. This is my last beer. I can feel time slipping in and out. The last thing I want is to get so messed up the boys will have to carry me to the jeep. My cheeks are warm and my head feels heavy. I lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. I mumble “I miss you Con”

His shoulder moves as he laughs quietly. “You’re drunk” 

“Yeah, but only a little” I grin

He lifts my head up with his hands and stares into my eyes. He seems worried “Are you sure you're okay?”

Tears fill my eyes, “Yeah, i'll be fine” then a single tear betrays me and slides down my cheek. He wipes it away with his thumb and finally says “come on, lets go.”

“Where are we..” 

“We are going to my house. You need to eat.” He helps me up and we start to walk away from the beach. I hide my face in my hands. “I’m so embarrassed.” “hey, don’t be. Last week I got drunk and tried to fight some guy over a beer. Now that’s embarrassing. Or you could be her” He points over to a girl sloppily making out with Jere. “Okay, she wins” I conceded.

Somewhere along the path, I realize my arm is snaked around his. My thumb is playing with the hem of his sleeve. I look over and he is gazing down at me. “What are you thinking about? I blurt out. A smirk appears as he casually says “ You have a crush on me”

I shake my head, “Don’t worry I can’t do anything about it.” 

“What do you mean?” he asks with his eyebrows pulled together.

“I promised Belly you are hers” and without thinking about it, I leaned into him and kissed the sleeve of his shirt.

He looks down as we walk  “I- I don’t think, Belly is like a little kid”

“But she wont be forever Con.”

The truth is, even though i have always liked him. He was always destined for Belly. How do you let yourself completely fall for someone who you know isn't yours? The worst part is, nothing has actually happened between them yet. It's just something you know. By next summer Belly will be mature enough for him. She wont call him names when she doesn't get her way. She won't stick her tongue out at him for wanting to play guitar in his room. When that happens, he will fall for her completely. In one year, they will be perfect for each other.

It felt like a long time before he spoke again. As we walked by my house I considered just going home now. It was past 2 a.m. I didn’t need to go home with Conrad. But I wanted to. 

Before he opens the front door, he turns to me and looks deep into my eyes “I don’t want Belly.” I don’t feel tired, because if i did I wouldn’t fight the inevitable. I half shrug and say

“But you will.” 

He rakes his fingers through his hair fast, and sighs. He is frustrated. “You don’t know that” his voice is harsh. 

“ So who do you want Conrad?” I snapped. I have never been so short with him.

His hand rubs the back of his neck and he finally whispers “I want you.” 

The words are out before I even have time to think about it. “I don't just want you for a summer and then have to give you up” and i add “I don’t want you to want me just because you can’t have her, or won't have her, or whatever.” I am stunned by my own thoughts but I meant every word.

“Are you serious? We aren't even going to try this?” he pleads.

“Con please don’t make me say no to you” which leads him to take a step towards me and grabs my hands. His breath quickened as he studied my face. The air between us felt heavy.

“Then just be with me” his eyes shine. 

He leans in and whispers into my hair ‘I can’t promise you forever, but I can promise you now.” 

[mca-attack21]

You're Never Late - part I (Jeremiah Fisher x Conklin Reader)

TW: Car accident, panic attack

Jeremiah knew that something was wrong when you were late. You were never late, especially not an hour late. The fact that you weren’t answering your phone set off his nerves. He paced the floor. He asked Belly, Steven, and Conrad if they had heard from you. He called his mom, your mom, and literally anyone he could think of. Something happened. Something bad. He knew it.

It hadn’t been much longer before his mom called, he didn’t remember much of the phone call, just that you were hit by a drunk driver, it was bad enough to total the car. You were in the hospital. She asked him to tell the others, as she was driving to come pick everyone up. 

He felt like the air was sucked out of his lungs and he couldn’t remember how to breathe. His mind was racing, hands shaking as he hung up the phone. He made it downstairs to where the boys were playing video games and Belly was cuddled up with Conrad. 

“Guys,” he said softly, struggling to find his voice. No one heard him. Hell, he could hardly hear himself over the pounding in his chest.

“Guys!” he shouted, catching all three off guard. One look at him and you could tell something was wrong. He was visibly on the verge of tears, breathing shallow, fidgeting with his phone. 

“Jere, what’s wrong? What happened?” Conrad asked carefully, noting his brother’s obvious distress. Jeremiah was a deer in headlights, one wrong move and he might spook. 

“It’s Y/n,” that was all he could manage before he broke down. 

Conrad leaped over the back of the couch and took his brother by the arms. “Jeremiah what happened to Y/n?” 

Jeremiah swayed ever so slightly. “She was- there was- she got hit- by a- car is totaled--drunk driver -- hospital,” that was all that Conrad could make out, but it was enough. 

“Oh my god,” Belly cried out. 

“Fuck,” Steven said, reaching for his phone to call your mom. 

Conrad tried to push down his feelings to take care of everyone else. He focused his attention on Jeremiah, who was starting to have a panic attack. He knew the signs well. 

“Jere, come sit down.” He guided his brother to the couch. “I need you to breathe. In and out just like this.” He took deep breaths,  but Jeremiah wasn’t paying attention. “Jeremiah look at me, you’re having a panic attack. You need to breathe.” He finally caught his brother’s attention and guided him through breaths.  

“I can’t lose her,” Jeremiah whispered. His mind was racing with all of the worse-case scenarios. He was beating himself up for not being in the car with you, for not insisting on driving you, for not protecting you.

He was so in his head he completely missed the door opening. His mom came in, face red and puffy. She had told herself she was going to act strong for the kids, but even she was scared. 

“What happened?” Conrad asked. 

“Y/n was on her way here when a drunk driver ran a red light and hit her car into oncoming traffic, where she was hit again. They had to use the jaws of life to get her out of the car. She was airlifted to the hospital,” she looked at Belly and Steven, “Your mom is there now waiting on an update.”

“Can we go?” Steven asked.

“Of course, we just need to pack a bag of her clothes. Bring your chargers and stuff, it could be a long night,” Susannah answered. 

Everyone solemnly left the room to gather their things. Everyone except Jeremiah who felt like his whole world was slipping through his fingers. 

“Come here my sweet beautiful boy,” she said, opening her arms. 

He melted into her embrace. 

“She’s going to be okay,” Susannah hoped. 

“You don’t know that.”

“No, I don’t,” she admitted, “but I promise that you will be.” 

“I’m scared.”

He reminded Susannah of when he was little and afraid of the monsters hiding under his bed. “Mommy come quick, I’m scared.”    

“I know baby, me too.”  

She held him for another moment squeezing him tight before pulling away. “Let’s go grab your stuff.”

On the ride to the hospital, Jeremiah stared out the window, his mind was flooded with flashbacks.

“Jere, come dance with me!”

“It’s raining,” he pointed out. 

“I know, it’s perfect! Just like the movies!”

The way you smiled that night, made him fall even more in love with you.  

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“Jeremiah!” you greeted, nearly tackling him in a hug, “guess what?” 

“What?”

“This came in the mail today!” you showed him your official driver’s license, “Now I can come visit you whenever I want,” you beamed. 

He picked you up and spun you around.

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“Are you sure you want to go?” you asked through the phone. There was something behind your tone of voice that he couldn’t quite make out. “It’s not too late to back out. It’s only junior year, we could do prom next year.”

“Y/n, I am almost at your house. Looking fine might I add. We can go hang out for a bit and if it blows, we bail.”

“Okay,” you agree with more excitement in your voice. 

Nothing could have prepared him to see you in your dress. You looked breathtaking. He was at a loss for words. Your smile was radiant as you ran to his arms.

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“I can’t believe that it has already been two years,” you say as the two of you walk down the beach hand in hand. 

“It’s been the best two years,” Jeremiah replied, he fumbled in his pocket, “I have something for you.”

“Jere, I have something for you too, but it’s back at the house. Do you want to wait?”

“Here,” he said, handing you the small box. 

He watched as you opened it, a single tear escaping your eyes. “It’s a promise ring. It’s always been you for me, it always will be.”

“It’s perfect Jere, I love it,” you said, slipping it on your finger, “I love you.”

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"Jeremiah?" His mom brought him out of his thoughts, "We're here."

[lewsnumerounofan]

party foul (jeremiah fisher x reader)

summary: so what if you're in love with your best friend, jeremiah fisher? one drunk kiss won't change anything. right?

notes: not biblically accurate conrad, teen drinking, kissing, 3k words, reader previously dated co**ad, angst/miscomm., not proof read at all

+ part 2

+ i never keep the same tense i'm so sooryim gooo fuckjuhnbsorry oh my god and dw abt the header image!!!!!! it's okay!!!!!

kissing jere was easy.

it was the first thing you noticed. how easy it was to let his lips slant over yours, to tilt your head back at the greedy request of his hands, to forget about the party and conrad and the house.

it was just him and the feel of his mouth on yours.

you hadn't expected this, to say the least. in fact, you'd been bracing for an awkward and mostly miserable night. ever since conrad and you had split back in june, things had been awful. the breakup had been bad itself--getting ditched at prom without explanation was one thing--but watching conrad get back with nicole a week later was even worse.

so you were pleasantly surprised with yourself when you decided to go to the fisher's goodbye party, despite whatever tension there might be between you and conrad.

if you were being honest with yourself though, you mostly had jeremiah to thank. you two had been best friends since childhood, but ever since his brother had broken your heart, jere had been there for you. all the time, really. he'd drive down on weekends to check up on you. and when susannah had gotten worse, you'd driven up to make sure he was eating and sleeping too.

so of course he'd been able to convince you to come stay, waving off your concerns about conrad. i want you there, he'd said. i really want you there. and so you'd come. you arrived late, tired from the hours of highway driving. already the house was packed with hap hazardously parked cars and drunk teenagers. the music was loud even on the warm streets outside, and you couldn't help but feel excited as you pulled your bag out of your car and started towards the party.

taylor was the one who opened the door for you. she launched herself into a hug, giggling and shrieking as you two swung around.

"oh my god. you have no idea how happy i am to see you," she yelled, dragging you into the crowded house.

together you fumbled upstairs, eventually breaking into one of the larger rooms. various assortments of air mattresses and water beds covered the floor. jere had called you as soon as they'd gotten back from the boardwalk about julia's suprise moving. it wasn't often you heard him so... defeated.

"you can drop your stuff wherever," said taylor, "but the one in the corner is jeremy's."

she didn't even bother to hide her grin as you slapped her arm. nothing, not even your best kept secret, made it past taylor.

"shut up. you can't say anything to him or i swear i'll kill you," you promised, only half joking.

"oh please. he hasn't stopped talking about you the whole trip. it's disgusting."

you tried not to smile at that--jere talked about you? i mean, he'd called you just about every day for the last few months. more, on days when things were hard. but still, you felt almost nervous at the thought of seeing him now. of what it might be like between you.

your thoughts were cut off by a shout of your name. running into the room was belly. well, not running--rolling.

"oh my god bell what are you wearing?" you asked. it was too late though, because she was wrapping you up in a wobbly, crushing hug.

"roller skates? duh? they're an old pair of susannah's," she said.

you'd missed belly. she looked fucking adorable in her little vintage number, and you hugged her again just because. over her shoulder you could see steven grinning, and conrad too. you waved to the later while steven strode over, ruffling your hair before taking your bag from you.

"long time no see, city-girl," he said.

"yeah yeah yeah. just be nice to my bag, okay? it's got some very delicate presents," you said. steven raised his eyebrows but did as you said, placing your bag onto the bed taylor had indicated earlier. jere's bed. taylor and steven met eyes and winked--uh oh. the last thing you needed was them trying to set you up with your best friend. your best friend who you're in love with, something inside you said. you tried your best to strangle it.

"hey."

this time it was conrad, who was sporting a pair of atrocious sunflower sunglasses on the top of his head.

"hey. i like the glasses," you said, doing your best to smile. it was weird to talk like this to him. you were so angry and embarrassed and sad because of him for so long, and now there was just... nothing. and it felt okay.

"uh, yeah. nicole--nicole got them for me."

he looked sheepish, blushing in a way that used to have you fawning. now you just did your best to nod, saying, "well, she's certainly got a good eye for fashion."

you were saved from the conversation by steven's cough. he stood by the doorway, impatiently waving you towards the party.

"cmon guys, can we hurry this up?"

"yeah, gimmie one sec," you promised. returning to your bag you pulled out the liquor you'd secured on your way there, the bottles heavy in your hands.

"see," you said, turning back to your friends, "presents."

-

downstairs was even louder than you thought it would be. belly had gone all out for the party--strobe lights blared in every room, a kegger was set up outside, and a dj (was that cam cameron??) was spinning in the living room. you had to admit it: you were having a good time. a really good time. except for, that is, one thing. or person, really. jere was nowhere to be found. he'd even missed out on the group shots you, steven, taylor, belly and conrad had downed first beside the pool and then by the kitchen. jeremiah never missed group shots.

a little more than drunk now, you pushed off from your spot on the counter to find your bestfriend.

"city-girl, where you going?" asked steven.

"i'm gonna go find jere. i haven't seen him since i got in."

"i'll come with you," a voice spoke up.

it was conrad, who looked between you and the floor nervously. you didn't miss the questioning looks that pass between taylor and belly. you shrug at them--a little nervous, but not enough to turn him down in front of all your friends.

"uh, yeah sure."

so you and conrad made your way back through the party, scanning couches and corners for jeremiah. by the time you hit the stairs you were both sweaty and annoyed. you had come all this way to see him, and all of a sudden he'd disappeared.

"he's not picking up any of my calls," said conrad, pulling his phone away from his ear.

"me neither," you admitted, letting yourself swing around the banister to sit at the bottom of the staircase. cautiously, conrad gestured to empty landing beside you.

"mind if i join?"

you nod, scooching over to make room. conrad looked bigger than last time you'd seen him. he looked stronger too. for a while after susannah died he'd looked like a corpse--pale and skinny and only half there. even you could admit you were glad to see him doing so much better.

"hey, look i didn't really tag along to search for jere," conrad said, glancing back at you. shocker.

"i uh," he cleared his throat, "i mostly just wanted to apologize. for how things ended. i know i messed up really bad and i wanted to say i'm sorry."

in the hazy blue and purple's of the dance floor below, conrad's steel-blue eyes were genuine. for the first time that night they held yours steadily.

"i was hurting, and let myself fall on you for comfort even when i knew you weren't who i wanted. who i needed. and it wasn't fair to you. i know that now, and i'm sorry it took me so long. i'm really, really sorry."

huh. you hadn't really expected that one either. but it was nice to hear him say those words. you liked conrad. he was a good guy who'd had a rough hand delt to him. and yeah, he hadn't done right by you. but like susannah had always repeated:

"no harm no foul," you said, and let yourself smile at him. he looked relieved as he smiled back, no doubt recognizing the reference to his mother.

"you're happy now, i take it? with nicole?" you ask.

"yeah. more than happy, actually. don't know what i did to deserve her."

you're happy for him, in that moment. really happy.

"what about you? you finally stopped messing around and admitted your feelings to jere?" he asked.

"huh?" you drop, mouth open. there's no way.

"what," he chuckled, grinning harder at your shocked expression, "like it's not obvious you two are crazy for each other."

you can feel the blush spreading across your cheeks now, stomach skipping at his words. so they all knew, you realized. does jere?

"he doesn't--you didn't tell him, right?" you said, panic rising.

conrad shakes his head, still looking amused.

"no, but he'd be a fool not to see it. you guys are perfect for each other. really."

"thanks, conrad."

and you mean it--it's been months of awkwardness between you. and now you just feel... good. you feel like you've got your friend back. so you lean over and hug him, letting yourself remember that before your fling you were friends, and returning back to it feels comforting and warm.

"thank you, for hearing me out. i'm glad we can be back to normal now," he said into your shoulder.

"friends again?" you ask.

"definit--"

"what the fuck?"

-

it's jeremiah. he stands at the top of the stairs, eyes wide. he's wearing the ariana grande merch you'd gotten him. he looks the same and yet--

and yet something in your chest fizzes and your stomach starts running circles as you look at him. you missed him. and not because he was your best friend.

"jere--it's not what it looks like," said conrad.

and then you realized he did look different. the jeremiah you knew was always grinning about some secret joke, or making fun of belly or steven. he never looked... betrayed like this. and he certainly never looked at you with disgust. with anger.

"what the fuck are you guys doing?" he asked again, but this time he didn't even look at you.

"nothing, jere. we were just talking," said conrad.

you cringed at his words. they might be true, but they sure didn't sound good.

"yeah, sure," laughed jere. you'd never heard him laugh like that. it made your skin prickle.

"c'mon, you know i'd never do that-" conrad started.

jeremiah was faster though. he was up in conrad's face in a second, pushing him into the wall. you'd never seen him like this. he wasn't an aggressive guy; even when the brothers fought it was never violent.

"don't fucking lie, con. you were just waiting to take her back weren't you? waiting until you knew it'd hurt me the most, huh?"

you felt his words viscerally, like they were being penned onto your skin. hurt him the most? it was the closest to a confession you'd gotten, but it all felt wrong.

by now, partygoers on the main floor had started to notice the commotion. people were pointing, some even starting to pull out their phones. great.

"jere," you called. he paused, bright blue eyes on you. even now, fighting with his brother, jeremiah looked beautiful. maybe you had had a bit too much to drink.

"jere, please let it go. conrad isn't a part of this," you murmured. though you didn't break eye contact, you could see his hands loosen around his brother's shirt in your peripheral. jaw clenched, he heeded your wishes, giving a final shove to conrad before breaking away. he walked quickly down the stairs and into the throngs of people below.

"jere, wait up!" you call, desperately trying to follow the broad shape of his back through the crowd. jeremiah didn't bother trying to accommodate your smaller strides, and you almost lost him a few times in the packed house.

"would you please slow down? jere," you said again. by now you were out of the house, dodging pool floaties and scattered drinks. the blonde made no indication of hearing you as he kept striding towards the beach.

"jeremiah!"

finally he whipped around. he still looked mad--the set of his jaw, the notching of his eyebrows--but under all of it, he just looked sad. you hated seeing him upset, and you hated knowing you might've been the cause of it.

"jere, please. what's going on?" you asked, this time softly. he was close to you now. you could see his heavy breathing, could smell the perfume he always wore.

"how would i know. you're the one who's looking all close with your ex--my brother--conrad," he spits. he swallows hard, like he's checking himself.

"it was always you and conrad. even when we were kids it was that way. i was stupid to think it could've been any different."

he turned away from you, gaze hard. oh, jere. you have no idea, you thought. it was him--how could he not see that? how could he really think it was conrad you cared about?

you couldn't deny it any longer: you loved jere. and you definitely weren't about to let him walk away thinking otherwise.

quickly, without letting yourself dwell on it, you grabbed jeremiah's hand. he turned back, eyes wide. and you kissed him.

kissing jere was easy.

it was the first thing you noticed. how easy it was to let his lips slant over yours, to tilt your head back at the greedy request of his hands, to forget about the party and conrad and the house.

it was just him and the feel of his mouth on yours.

and then everything was static. everywhere he touched you--the long, lean press of his body to your front, the sharp slide of his jawline under your palm, the firm press of his hands at your waist. every sense was filled with him and his warmth and the way he smelled.

you were gasping into the kiss, hyperaware of the small noises he made when you pulled on his curls. of just how tall he was, how much he had to lean down to hold you like this.

you barely broke away enough to say, "jere, nothing happened with conrad. we were talking about you-"

"don't care," he said, voice rough. because he was too busy lifting you onto one of the wooden boardwalk rails, muscled arms flexing in the distant party lights.

you barely had time to settle before he was kissing you again, sloppy this time, like he owned your mouth and wanted you to know it. you felt hot everywhere, as his hands pulled apart your thighs and he crowded his broad body into you.

you'd kissed once before for a game of truth or dare. it had been sweet and short, and you both had been teased about it for years afterwards. this was different.

wholly different, you realized, as jeremiah's lips sought out the hot skin of your neck. there was no place except where he touched you; the noise of the party, the lull of the waves on the beach, the quiet way he murmured against your skin.

"jere," you said, because there was no room in your mind for anything or anyone else. he hummed as his canines bit lightly at your ear. jere.

greedy for more, you took one of the tan, strong hands holding your face and brought it lower, lower until it rested over your frantically beating heart. jere had pulled away to watch your ministrations, cursing softly as his hand fell over your chest.

"you sure?" he asked, and his voice sounded hoarse.

"yeah, course jere. it's you."

something behind his eyes sparked at the trust you promised. it's always been you. kissing you once more, gentler this time, jere let his hand run up and under the vintage bathing suit top you'd stolen from your mom for the party.

skin on skin, jeremiah was soft and warm. he was breathing heavy as you as he felt you up. forehead to yours, gaze keen as he watched you pant and squirm.

"this okay?"

you could only nod, eyes drawn tight at the sensation. he kissed you again, his touch more confident as you clung to his shoulders.

you'd messed around with conrad a few times. it had felt good. fun, even. but he'd never had you reeling like this, never made you feel like everywhere he touched was fire. that feeling was reserved for jere.

and as his thumb circled your nipple and his teeth pulled at your lip, you realized you were burning and there wasn't anything you could do to stop it. best friend or not, jere was the only one who could make you feel like this. ever.

you pulled away from his mouth. he looked concerned, and you could feel him move his hands away from you.

"sorry if i..." he started, blue eyes near scared as he watched you.

"no, jere it's not that. it's, it's just that i-"

"hey, there's my man! where the fuck were you dude?"

it was steven. fucking steven. on his arm was taylor, who grinned manically when she saw your mussed hair and blushing expression. please not now, taylor. please don't mess this up any more.

but drunk as they were, the pair didn't notice your nervous expression. instead, steven laughed and said, "so did you finally tell her you're in love with her or what?"

-

jere's face dropped. whatever softness you'd shared moments earlier was gone. his mouth set flat, hands that had been mapping out your body now closed into fists.

"fuck you, steven."

taylor's eyes were on you now, finally recognizing the tears you tried to blink away. with a hand on his chest she held steven back, some wordless communication passing between them. if you hadn't been feeling your own heart break you would've been trying to tease them about it.

instead, you chased after jeremiah's retreating figure.

"jere, will you please listen!" you called. but he was stubborn--you knew this better than anyone. one more time you tried, shouting his name over the stupidly loud party.

he whipped back around, blue eyes sharp.

"just stay away from me, okay? why don't you go find conrad to wipe your tears," he snapped. for a moment, jere looked shocked at his own words too. but then he was shaking his head, tearing his gaze away from yours as he continued through the crowds towards the house. away from you.

and this time, as people collapsed into the space all around you, their yelling and singing drowning out even your thoughts, you knew there was no use calling for him.

[moonlight-if-knight]

Omg! Since you're back, could we get the ending to the fireworks scenario? If you're not busy, that is, I just wanna see the family together

Ahh, yes! I completely forgot I never finished it! ✨

Here it is the end! 💜

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

“Jere!” Max shouts as he jumps off the balcony and looks at his brother. “Jere, please be careful with that! I don’t want you to get hurt!”

“I won’t!” Jere yells at him without turning around, putting the powder in the last few fireworks. “At least I don’t think so...” he says more quietly.

“Still, it’s not a good idea—”

Just as Max is about to run to Jere, Alex grabs him and roughly carries him over his shoulder.

“Leave the boy alone,” says Alex to Max, and he slowly walks to where Siliva is still restraining Derek.

“You big brute! Set me down!” Max kicks the air and pushes against Alex’s back to try and free himself. “That thing stinks of the witch’s magic! It’s dangerous!”

“Jere is a big boy. He knows what he is doing. And I went with him to see Krizia; it’s nothing too potent,” Alex says and starts to pat Max’s back in an appeasing way. “As long as you don’t put too much.”

“No!” Max yells as he goes straight to his captor’s weak point. His neck. He slides his fingers along Alex’s neck.

Alex falters momentarily, trying not to laugh or squirm from the touch. But that was all Max needed, as he successfully managed to slip from Alex’s grip and fall to the ground.

“Oh, you little—” Alex starts to say, but seeing Max quickly getting up and rushing to Jere, he launches himself and tackles Max.

Both land on the grass and start wrestling. Max tries to get free, and Alex to pin him to the ground.

“Jere,” you have retraced your steps and returned to his side. “Not to pressure you, but are you done?”

“Almost!” he answers. “It’s the last one!”

“Okay...” you mutter and look around once again.

Max and Alex are still struggling on the ground. Both messy and without their ponytails.

Derek still tries to push off Siliva a few feet away.

“Just— How—” Derek groans.

“Really, Dary, I’m not even trying,” says Siliva with mock disappointment. “I think you couldn’t even escape Lory/Locky.”

“Shut up,” Derek retorts, breathless.

“Mother will be very disappointed in you when she finds out,” she taunts him playfully. “It’s been a while since the last time you trained with her. And when she hears you’ve been neglecting your training, she will have you make up for the lost time.”

“Don’t tell my aunt—” Derek suddenly sounds panicked. “I’ve been busy. I—”

“She won’t go easy on you,” she teases him again.

“Done!” Jeremiah cries out victoriously, making you turn to him again. “All. It’s all of them. Now just—”

“The fire,” you continue for him, and realization descends on you both simultaneously.

“We don’t have fire!” Jere laments, throwing his hands to his head. “Now what?”

“I—”

“Young Master!” a voice calls out from behind you.

Delilah rushes towards you, holding a candle holder with a single lit candle. She tries her best to keep the candle lit as she navigates to you, dodging the two men on the ground and passing by Derek and Siliva.

“Damned woman,” Max says bitterly.

“Good job, Dela!” Alex laughs and calls after her, quickly returning his attention to Max when he tries to slip away.

“Delilah!” you say when she reaches you. “How did you know?”

“You haven’t been that quiet,” she laughs and passes you the candle holder. “But really, the Master told me to bring you this.”

You take a moment to look for Enrique, who’s by the house’s entrance with Lorian/Locke by his side. He catches your eyes and gives you a playful wink.

“Ready?” Jeremiah asks you, holding one of the fireworks in his hands. His eyes twinkled with excitement.

“Do it,” you answer, holding the candle for him.

“Okay, okay,” he murmurs. “Lit it with the image of what you want to see. Then to the sky it must be set free.” Jeremiah repeats the witch’s words as he lights the fireworks.

“Now!” you hurry him.

“Ahhhh!” Jeremiah screams as he hurls the firework into the night sky.

“What did you ask for?”

“I don’t know! I panicked!”

Then, a loud boom resonates in the night.

The squabbles cease. Everyone looks up into the sky.

In the darkness of the night, a multicolored dove emerges with its wings spread wide. It gives a few spins in the air before disappearing, flying on the horizon as it begins to fade.

“It’s so pretty!” Siliva says excitedly.

“I have to tell the others!” Delilah runs towards the house.

“It worked!” Jeremiah exclaims victoriously.

“A dove?” you ask him.

“When I said ‘it must be set free,’ it came to my mind ‘free as a dove,’” he laughs. “I mean, at least I think so.”

“Who cares?!” Alex suddenly yells. “Another! Jere, the one I wanted!”

“Right. Let’s see.” He takes another firework, lights it, and throws it to the sky with more confidence than before.

This time, the boom sounded more like a roar. It seems accurate as a big red dragon dominates the sky, moving its head up and down and finishing with its fire breath before disappearing.

“Sí!” Alex celebrates with a loud laugh. “It was worth it.” He then turns to look at the man trapped in his arms. “Will you now calm yourself and just enjoy the show?”

“Go to Hell,” Max answers without bite.

“Aw, such love,” Alex chuckles and finally lets Max go.

Both men stand up, Max trying to remove some of the dirt and grass on his clothes.

“Just leave it like that. You’re gonna take ages,” Alex teases him.

“I hate you,” Max says.

“I love you too, darling,” Alex laughs again as he throws an arm around Max’s shoulders and guides him towards you and Jere.

“Did you see, Dary?” Siliva shakes Derek excitedly. “The shapes moved! It looked so pretty!”

“I saw, Siliva,” Derek answers, looking around the garden and sighing in relief.

“The plants are fine, for God’s sake.” Alex rolls his eyes as he passes him.

“Lory/Locky! Uncle! Come to see!” Siliva releases Derek and turns to call them.

Derek begins to stretch his arms, but Siliva grabs him once again and throws her arms around his neck and shoulders.

“Let’s go see! Come on!”

And Siliva drags Derek towards you.

“What do you want to see?” Jeremiah asks you with a radiant smile.

“Let’s try a cat,” you say.

He nods, takes another firework, lights it, and hurls it into the sky.

By the time it explodes in the sky, everyone has gathered around you, all looking at the sleeping, curled-up blue cat in the sky. It wakes, stretches lazily, and takes off, running towards the moon as it begins to fade.

“Another!” Siliva laughs and jumps in excitement, still clinging to Derek.

He lets her be but moves closer, making sure she doesn’t fall.

“Livy, I think you’re strangling Derek,” Lorian/Locke says impassively as they come to stand beside them.

“I’m better than before,” Derek reassures them with a small smile.

Lorian/Locke nod in acknowledgment.

“Not trying to free yourself any longer?” Alex says to Derek with a taunting smile.

“I will not humiliate myself further,” Derek deadpans, and Alex laughs.

“I agree,” Max murmurs.

“Hey, you used to love hugs,” Siliva complains to Derek.

“Really?” Alex asks her in disbelief. “Mr. Don’t-You-Dare-Get-Too-Close?”

“Yes, he was so clingy as a kid!” Siliva says with a grin.

“That’s no—!”

“Yes, he was,” Lorian/Locke confirms.

Alex roars with laughter.

“Lorian/Locke never lie,” Max says, trying to hold back a smile.

Derek groans loudly and looks to the ground, a subtle red on his ears.

Enrique stands behind you and Jeremiah, placing a hand on your shoulders. He gives you a warm smile.

“What else have you got?” he asks you.

“Anything you want, Father!” Jere says enthusiastically.

And you spend the night throwing fireworks into the sky, illuminating the darkness of the night, and entertaining the moon with not just the changing colors.

---

I missed writing these long responses :) 💜

[jahayla-writes]

Could you do a conrad fisher x reader where he gets jealous of her and jeremiah friendship? and if you do smut then smut at the end but if not just fluff

Boy Friends : Conrad Fisher x Reader

(& Jeremiah Fisher x Platonic!Reader)

Description: 4.7k wc, Conrad gets jealous of his girlfriend and his brother’s friendship and y/n tries to fix it. Some angst-fluff/hurt-comfort. (there’s an OPTIONAL smut epilogue LINKED but know that part is 18+ only due to content)

Warnings: some hurt/angst/jealousy, relationships, etc. The linked epilogue is 18+ only!

Conrad sighed quietly as y/n’s giggle rang out from a few yards away. He watched as his brother Jeremiah chased after y/n as she ran along the shore. They’d all been hanging out along the pier when Jeremiah randomly claimed he could outrun y/n. Conrad watched as y/n immediately started running down the dock and onto the hot sand as soon as the statement left Jeremiah’s mouth.

Conrad was happy the girl he loved and his brother got along so well. However, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy over their friendship. Jeremiah and y/n had been friends before she’d even met Conrad. In fact, Conrad met y/n through his younger brother. Which certainly did not help his feelings of jealousy.

Conrad trusted y/n, more than he trusted anyone else. Yet, he didn’t care for the way y/n’s friends would call Jeremiah her boy friend. Sure, they used the appropriate spacing between the words. But, it was still too close to the term boyfriend for Conrad’s liking.

Conrad knew y/n, Jeremiah, and her friends meant no harm by it. In fact, it was something Jeremiah had started when trying to scare some creep away from y/n at a frat party a few years back. Jeremiah had come up and interrupted the frat guys’ incessant small talk and introduced himself by saying, “I’m Jeremiah, y/n’s boy….friend”. When y/n questioned Jeremiah for calling himself her boyfriend, worried that their friendship would fall apart due to her not returning his feelings, he clarified that he’d said boy friend not boyfriend. Jeremiah had known that the guy would back off thinking he meant boyfriend and just unintentionally added the awkwardly long pause between the words. It worked, the guy left y/n alone after that. Since that night, the nickname just stuck.

Usually it didn’t bother Conrad that greatly. But today, he’d been witness to multiple incidents in which he felt Jeremiah was better at the role. Be it boy friend or even boyfriend. Between Jeremiah joking around until y/n laughed after she got into a fight via text with her best friend, Jeremiah picking out ridiculous clothes he dared y/n to buy, and now chasing her down the beach, Conrad was feeling like a third wheel. He felt bad for feeling like this, but it was out of his control.

Y/n leaned forward, her hands on her thighs as she tried to catch her breath. As she was gasping for air, her chest heaving, she felt arms wrap around her. Within seconds Jeremiah had flipped her body so she was now hanging upside down over his shoulder. Y/n squeaked quietly as she tried to get out of Jeremiah’s grip.

Y/n’s momentary shock turned into panic as she continued to still struggle to breathe. Being upside down, her abdomen pressed against Jeremiah’s shoulder blade, wasn’t helping her predicament. Y/n took short gasps before choked out, “Jere, stop,”.

Only, Jeremiah took it as a joke. He figured y/n’s shortness of breath was due to laughing too much, not from being unable to breathe. So, he shook his head and chuckled loudly as he marched back towards his brother. Jeremiah could barely see the panicked look cross Conrad’s face before his brother’s arms were on him. He barely had time to acknowledge the change in Conrad’s demeanor before he was feeling his brother peel y/n from his grip.

“Let her go Jere!” Conrad shouted, bending his brother’s fingers away from y/n’s legs. He ignored Jeremiah’s confused laughter and kept prying y/n from his brother’s hold. “I’m serious, fucking let her go!” Conrad exclaimed, his heart racing as he watched y/n weakly smack Jeremiah’s back.

“Okay, okay,” Jeremiah replied, shaking his head as he arched forwards.

The second Jeremiah was leaning down, y/n’s feet searched for the sand. She let out a loud sigh before taking in a giant gasp. Her lungs were burning, her eyes watery from the sensation. Y/n’s frantic eyes darted around until they found Conrad standing right by her. She’d kinda felt someone’s hands on her back, but she was so out of it that until she saw him, she didn’t even really notice it.

Y/N’s eyes lifted from where she saw Conrad’s Converse as they sank into the sand under them, and up to his face. The second she lifted her head enough to see his worried gaze, y/n all-but launched herself into his embrace. Y/n was still painfully sucking in more air, her hand now gripping the front of her boyfriend’s shirt.

Y/n could faintly make out Jeremiah’s apologetic tone as she focused on her breathing. She vaguely her him apologizing to her and Conrad for not knowing she wasn’t playing around. Y/n didn’t respond, instead letting Conrad handle the situation as he simultaneously rubbed her back soothingly.

Once y/n had regained her normal breathing rhythm, even though the air still burned in her lungs now, she sighed with relief. She gazed up at Conrad and offered him a cheek kiss in appreciation. When he looked down at her with such concern and love, y/n lifted her hand up and stroked his flushed cheek. “I’m okay now, Con,” she promised, wincing at how her weak voice made that sound untrue.

Conrad lifted a brow questioningly as he continued to watch y/n closely. But, as she nodded promisingly and took a visible deep breath, he settled. Conrad draped his arms carefully over her shoulders, being sure they were only touching y/n with a featherlight weight. He crooked his neck and placed a kiss to the top of y/n’s head, “good”.

The group was now settled back on the pier, quietly enjoying some ice-cream. Jeremiah had refused to stop apologizing until y/n suggested he could make up for it by buying them all some dessert. As such, they were now seated at a picnic table on the boardwalk, eating his apology.

Y/n sucked the melted ice-cream off her spoon as she watched her boyfriend closely. She noticed he seemed a bit off today; even before her windless breathing attack moments ago. She’d tried to bring it up earlier, but Conrad hadn’t really answered her. So as she took another spoonful of ice-cream from their shared dish, y/n kept staring at him; as if she stared long enough maybe she could read his mind through his beautiful cerulean eyes.

Jeremiah too had noticed something was bothering his older brother. But, he figured it was just one of Connie’s ‘moody moments’. As such, he hadn’t thought much of it until now. But, as Jeremiah watched y/n stare at Conrad and then look his way with a raised curious eyebrow, he decided enough was enough.

“Hey, uh,” Jeremiah said suddenly, his voice ending the peaceful silence surrounding their table. “I’m going to head back, keep the keys,” he said, digging the Jeep keys from his pocket and sliding them across the wooden slats towards his brother.

“Everything okay Jere?” Conrad asked, squinting at the car keys as they scratched against the panels on the picnic table. When he looked back up, he saw Jeremiah and y/n had seemingly exchanged a knowing look.

Jeremiah nodded, “yeah man”. He shrugged, picking up the bowl containing his remaining ice-cream. “Steven wanted to hang later, so I should get going,” Jeremiah explained. “Besides, gotta let the couple have some alone time,” he winked.

Conrad chuckled lightly as y/n smiled and shook her head before resting it on his shoulder. He nodded at his younger brother, “you walking then?”. Conrad quickly glanced towards the beach house, making sure it wasn’t too far. He smiled as Jeremiah nodded with a grin.

“Yep,” Jeremiah answered, tossing his ice-cream container in the trash bin beside them. “Well, I want hugs,” he said, holding his arms out expectantly. After both y/n and Conrad hugged him, Jeremiah smirked. “Alright, I best head out. I’m just the boy friend after all, now you gotta spend time with your boyfriend, y/n/n,” he playful instructed, making y/n laugh lightly.

Y/n waved goodbye to Jeremiah and then turned towards Conrad. Her smile fell off her face as she noticed Conrad’s smile had disappeared. She knew he was smiling right after hugging his brother, so what changed? Y/n took a calming breath as she set her hands on Conrad’s.

Conrad dropped his spoon back into the ice-cream dish when y/n had rested her hands over his. He looked up at her in confusion, only to frown when he saw her serous expression. Conrad wordlessly flipped his hands over so he could interlace their fingers. He shifted so he was straddling the picnic table bench so he was properly facing his girlfriend. Conrad watched y/n closely as he patiently waited for her to say whatever was on her mind.

“Connie,” y/n sighed, a pout pushing out her bottom lip. “Are…,” she huffed lightly before forcing on a tight and inauthentic smile, “are we okay?”. When y/n saw the wave of confusion cross her boyfriend’s face, a wave of relief hit her. “You’re not mad at me? Or, trying to avoid me?” She wondered quietly.

Conrad squeezed y/n’s hands tightly as he shook his head quickly. “No, no,” he gushed, “‘course not!” Conrad’s brows scrunched as he analyzed y/n’s eyes. “Wh-why would you think that, baby?”

Y/n let out an audible sigh before a slight smile graced her lips. “I dunno…” she shrugged, looking away from Conrad briefly, her eyes casting towards the ocean. “You just seemed off today,” y/n said, hearing Conrad’s subsequent sigh. “I mean… I know everyone has their days…” she clarified. “B-but… one second you were smiling that dashing smile you know I love and then the next second, when Jere mentioned me spending time with you, it was gone,” y/n pointed out cautiously.

Conrad sighed again as his thumbs rubbed the back of y/n’s hands. “It’s not you,” he promised, shaking his head. His guilt over feeling so envious had tripled now that he’d seen what it did to his girl. “I promise,” Conrad swore, moving his face closer to y/n’s. “I love spending time with you, baby,” he smiled, eyes flickering between y/n’s y/e/c eyes and her soft lips.

Y/n picked up on Conrad’s not-so-subtle gaze and smiled. She leaned forward, closing the distance between them until their lips met. Y/n felt Conrad’s hands tighten their hold on hers as he smiled into the kiss. When she pulled back, she slipped one hand out of his hold and moved it to his face. Y/n tilted her head to the side slightly as her thumb graced Conrad’s cheekbone, “then do it. Talk to me”.

Conrad leaned into y/n’s touch but frowned as he contemplated having to explain his feelings to her. He didn’t want y/n to hate him for how insecure he was feeling. He didn’t want y/n to feel like she had to choose between the brothers; especially as he wasn’t sure if he would be the chosen one. Conrad, of course, noticed the patient gaze his girlfriend wore as she saw his silent appreciation for what it was.

“I…,” Conrad licked his lips as he paused. “I love that you and Jere are close,” he disclaimed, waiting until y/n nodded that she understood. “But,…” Conrad shook his head a self deprecating scoff left his lips. “I can’t help but feel… like maybe… you are closer with him than me…” he mumbled, not knowing how to express his emotions without labeling them as jealousy.

Y/n watched Conrad wordlessly for a moment, hoping time would give him the chance to let go of whatever he was holding back. She lifted the left side of her lips as she squeezed his hand lovingly. “He’s just a friend, Connie,” y/n vowed, “I promise”.

Conrad nodded quickly with guilt and shame. “No, I, I know,” he admitted quietly. “I-I trust you,” Conrad said, nodding to himself, “I know you’re just friends”.

Y/n hummed delicately. She frowned as she looked at the sad expression on her boyfriend’s face. “Then why are you so jealous?” Y/n asked in a whispered manner as she once again traced Conrad’s cheekbone with her thumb.

“I’m not jealous,” Conrad blurted. A blatant lie. They both knew as much. He winced faintly at his own fib.

“Conrad,” y/n sighed lightly, using her tone to wordlessly convey he didn’t have to lie to her about this.

Conrad laughed humorlessly. “Okay, fine… I’m jealous,” he confessed reluctantly. “B-but it’s just… you two are so close, and…” Conrad trailed off, his eyes flittering away from y/n’s gaze in embarrassment.

Y/n’s head unconsciously tilted more to the left in confusion. She licked her bottom lip, bringing it in between her upper and bottom teeth momentarily. While lightly biting her lip, she analyzed her evidently insecure boyfriend in front of her. Y/n frowned, unable to find any other words to express her confusion then, “so are you and I, babe”.

Conrad nodded, a small smile on his lips as his eyes stayed glued to the small gap of picnic table bench between his lap and y/n. “In a different way,” he expressed solemnly. It wasn’t that Conrad didn’t love what he and y/n had, he hoped she knew as much. He just…, he felt bad for not being able to give her what Jeremiah’s friendship could; random, spontaneous, thrilling fun adventures.

Y/n’s hand lowered from Conrad’s cheek out of shock. She remained silent as her arm slowly sank back down to her side. “And, what’s wrong with that?” Y/n questioned breathily. “I…I love what we have, Connie,” she admitted, her worried eyes finding Conrad’s gaze.

Conrad swallowed thickly, his guilt building even more. This was exactly what he worried would happen. He hated that he wasn’t great at expressing his feelings and emotions. No matter how hard Conrad tried, that was something else Jeremiah seemed to be better at. “So do I,” Conrad proclaimed reassuringly, tightening his hold on y/n’s hand. He flipped their earlier roles/behaviors and used his free hand to cup y/n’s sun-warmed cheek. Conrad’s pinky finger was hooked underneath y/n’s chin, the soft tissue composing the side of his upper thumb rested in the valley between the slope of her nose and her cheekbone, his other three fingers lightly bore down captivatingly onto y/n’s upper jaw. Conrad could feel y/n’s tender and heated exaltations billowing out of her hydrated and plump lips and onto his thumb pad as it was pressed flatly against her lips.

“Then, what’s the problem?” Y/n asked mutely. “I’m not-,” she sighed, her breath ricocheting off of Conrad’s thumb pad area of his palm and back against her mouth. “I’m not understanding what you’re wondering about, Connie,” y/n admitted considerately.

“Am I enough?” Conrad questioned aloud. His breathy voice showed the softness of his vulnerability and insecurity. Conrad hated having to ask y/n this. He knew she loved him. Plus, Conrad despised putting y/n in a situation in which it made it seem like he needed her to constantly reassure him. This was his problem and he preferred to keep it that way. But, as Conrad gazed into y/n’s curious and compassionate eyes, the words escaped his mouth before he could stop them.

“What?!” Y/n sputtered. Her y/e/c eyes blinked rapidly as she gawked at Conrad. Disbelief would be an understatement for what she was feeling in that moment. How could Conrad not know how absurd that question was?!

Before y/n could utter another word or ask a more articulate clarifying question, Conrad began explaining himself. “I.. I’m not asking you to fix my insecurities baby; that’s not fair to you,” he determined. “I know you love me, I do, I assure you”. Conrad knew he needed to keep y/n from worrying that he didn’t feel the weight or sincerity of her love for him. “Baby,” he exhaled deeply, “I want to give you everything, but-“.

“Conrad,” y/n chimed in. She’d had enough of her boyfriend suggesting he was anything less the wonderful man she was in love with. Y/n cherished that he was being open and honest about his feelings, but she didn’t want him to wallow in them. Certainly not when they were so far off base.

“Connie,” y/n cooed, “you do.” She leaned her head into Conrad’s hold, nuzzling into his sail-boat-calloused palm. “You are everything,” y/n exclaimed breathlessly. “Sure, I’m friends with Jeremiah, but that’s just it. He’s just a boy who is my friend. You’re my boyfriend,” she commented. Seeing Conrad’s still present sadness, y/n added, “and, also a boy who is my friend”. She lovingly shook her head, Conrad’s fingers tenderly curling against her cheek in response. “You’re more than enough, you’re everything,” y/n vowed, intensely gazing into Conrad’s oceanic eyes.

Conrad’s cheeks flushed cerise as a bashful grin donned his lips. “I’m sorry for being jealous,” he apologized, “I do like it that you and Jere are so close”. Conrad grinned widely when y/n twisted her head slightly to place an adoring kiss to his palm. “I just can’t stand the idea of losing you,” he confessed. As uncomfortable as Conrad was while struggling to express himself, he now felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest. He was undoubtedly still slightly jealous of Jeremiah, but at least it wasn’t a secret anymore.

“You don’t need to worry about that, you’re stuck with me Conrad Fisher,” y/n winked. She giggled warmly as Conrad’s lips gifted her nose with a kiss. Y/n rested her forehead against Conrad’s before he had the chance to pull back completely. Her lips formed a painfully large smile as her boyfriend whispered how thankful he was to be ‘stuck’ with her.

Later that day, Conrad had to head to Cleveland’s for work, leaving y/n and Jeremiah to themselves again. He never worried about his absence, fully trusting his girlfriend and brother. And truth be told, he felt infinitesimally better knowing that y/n knew of his slight jealousy now; knowing she’d likely be even more cautious of the friendship boundary lines.

Yet, as Conrad returned home from work, he frowned upon not not being greeted by his sweet girlfriend. He begrudgingly dragged himself upstairs to shower and change so he could rid himself of the scent of fishing lure from Cleveland’s boat. Conrad sent a quick text to y/n to let her know he was home so he could possibly join her and his brother once he was done showering. He then plugged his phone into the charger and slipped into the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Conrad’s chuckled to himself despite the way his lips hurt from the size of his grin. He locked his phone and slid it into his shorts’ pocket before he looked back out his bedroom window again. Conrad leaned against the windowsill for a moment, taking in the sweet gesture.

While Conrad had been away at work, y/n and Jeremiah had relaxed on the beach. Y/n had tried to finished a novel she was reading while Jeremiah took advantage of the nice day by surfing. It was a laid back few hours, only breaking when Jeremiah caught sight of y/n wiping her hands against the sand in an odd manner.

When Jeremiah had ventured out of the waves and back to his friend on the shore, he laughed upon seeing what y/n was trying to do. “You’re so cheesy,” he groaned playfully, shoving her shoulder.

Y/n glared lightheartedly at her friend and then refocused on the sandy canvas before her. She’d smoothed out the sand so that she could write a cute message for her boyfriend, on she arranged so he could see it from his bedroom window. “Shut up,” y/n griped as Jere mumbled something about her being a simp for his brother.

“Just stay back,” y/n scolded, pushing Jeremiah away from her makeshift canvas of smoothed sand. “No ruining my masterpiece,” she commented playfully as she mentally envisioned the way she’d write the message in the hot sand. When she heard Jeremiah continue to mock her, y/n glared over at him, a little less playfully this time. “Look, he could really use this,” she defended, turning back to the empty space before her.

Jeremiah noticed the sincerity in y/n’s voice and decided to help. He knew even if he pushed her to a state of total annoyance, she’d never tell him what was bothering his brother Conrad. Y/n was loyal like that, especially when it came to her boyfriend, even though her boyfriend just so happened to be Jeremiah’s brother. So, while he wished he knew what was troubling Con, Jeremiah cluelessly decided to go along with y/n’s idea.

By the time Conrad had texted that he was home and hopping into a quick shower, the friends had finished their messages. Y/n had written, “I’m yours” in the sand with a smiley face next to it. She then had to help Jeremiah finish their shared sand-written note. When done, it read “we love you”, a large crooked heart drawn under the message. It was at that time that y/n texted Conrad to look out his window when he could.

While they waited for Conrad to join them, or text that he’d seen the sand messages and wanted them to hang out inside, Jeremiah taunted y/n. He kept pretending he was going to kick or toss sand over her note, a playful grin on his lips as he ran around the words. Y/n scolded him for getting too close to the note, shaking her head at his playful but careless behavior.

After begging Conrad to relieve her of Jeremiah duty, y/n wandered over to where a small section of smoothed but untouched sand remained. She smiled to herself as she knelt down and stuck her finger into the sun-heated sand. Y/n signed “I”, a little heart, “you”, in cursive letters. She leaned back and smacked Jeremiah’s leg as his approach left trace clumps of sand around the otherwise pristine note. But, as she threw her head back to look up at the beach house, she saw movement in the window of Conrad’s bedroom.

Y/n narrowed her eyes in an attempt to see through the glare on Conrad’s bedroom window. When she could make out his shirtless frame facing outwards, she smiled and waved. Seemingly knowing that y/n wouldn’t be able see his facial expression, Conrad waved back before forming a heart with his hands. Y/n giggled like a schoolgirl with a crush as she watched him point to her before his body left the window; presumably to finish getting ready to venture down to join her and Jere.

“You’re such a dork,” Jeremiah teased, kicking some light sand onto y/N’s lap. As she lifted her head back up to squint at him, Jeremiah smirked. “Who would’ve thought,” he tsked playfully. “Little miss y/n, falling for the moody older brother of her boy friend,” Jeremiah commented with a taunting shake of his head.

“Shut up , Jere,” y/n warned lightly. “He’s not moody, you’re just annoying,” she hummed, leaning back as she supported herself with her palms pressed against the sand backwards and slightly to the side of her butt. Y/n smiled as her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Conrad jogging down the oak stairway connecting the summer house to the beach.

“Look at you,” Jeremiah chided with mock disbelief.

“You best watch it, or I’ll be sure to tell Sam what you said the other night,” y/n threatened, knowing the implication would make Jeremiah shut up. She smirked proudly as her friend gaped in offense.

“You do that…” Jeremiah mumbled, pulling his phone from his pocket. “And I show my brother that precious baby picture of you that I dared y/bff/n to send me,” he smirked back, knowing he had the upper hand again.

“You wouldn’t dare,” y/n gasped, pushing herself off the sand. When Jeremiah casually shrugged and unlocked his phone, y/n lunged forward to try and grab it. She sighed as Jeremiah took off down the beach, reluctantly chasing after him.

Jeremiah spun around suddenly, picking y/n up in a split second move. “Just remember, unless you want your boyfriend to see that photo, you say nothing to Sam,” he teased, tickling y/n’s sides as she squirmed.

Y/n huffed as Jeremiah set her back down with a look of achievement on his smug face. She glared at him but before she could comment, she heard her boyfriends voice asking what photo Jeremiah was referencing. Y/n didn’t even have to see Conrad’s face to notice his jealousy. She frowned to herself at how quickly things had changed.

Y/n snatched Jeremiah’s phone from his hand as Conrad reached their side. When Jeremiah protested about how it was not okay for her to do that and delete the photo, y/n waved her hand dismissively at her friend. “I’m not deleting it,” she argued, entering Jeremiah’s pin and unlocking the device. “I’m showing Conrad the photo,” y/n elaborated as she pulled up Jeremiah’s photo album app.

“Babe, you don’t need-,” Conrad commented quietly, his hands set softly on y/n’s waist. He appreciated what she was trying to do, but didn’t want to overstep either. And according to what he’d caught of Jeremiah and y/n’s playful fight, she didn’t want to share said photo.

Y/n shook her head, placing a quick kiss to Conrad’s cheek as she noticed his guilty expression. “It’s fine, but you can’t laugh,” she warned, covering Jeremiah’s phone as she loaded the photo in question. “Okay, well, you can,” y/n amended as Jere laughed loudly, “But.. Okay,…”. She moved her hand away from the phone and showed Conrad the embarrassing baby picture her mother just had to take.

Conrad stifled a chuckle as he squeezed y/n’s hip. “You look adorable,” he commented sweetly. When y/n shot him a exasperated look, his laughter increased. “You do!” Conrad defended, shaking his head lovingly. “A bit crazy, but I can handle crazy,” he joked with a wink.

Y/n gasped in faux offense as she walked away from the brothers. She could hear them both following after her, still trying to quiet their laughter. She shook her head despite the smirk she was only able to hide because her back was to them. As her feet reached the crisp water, she grinned wickedly as she scooped up a piece of seaweed that had washed ashore.

“Baby,” Conrad hummed, wiping his eyes as he hooked his arm around y/n’s lower back. He pulled her to his side and pressed a kiss to the top of her head as he grinned. “You do look cute in it though,” Conrad promised despite the amused tone of his voice.

Y/n turned around, letting Conrad adjust his arms to hook behind her. She lifted her arms around his neck, keeping an innocent look on her face. “Not as cute as you look right now,” she hummed. Y/n quickly draped the still damp seaweed onto Conrad’s shoulders before rushing out of his arms.

Y/n giggled loudly as she examined her boyfriend who was now staring at her in shock. She bit her lip and pulled out her phone to snap a quick photo. As she slid the phone back into her back pocket, she noticed Conrad was stalking towards her, a playfully menacing look in his eyes. Y/n gave him an exaggerated grin before running away.

Conrad chased after y/n, his smile never faltering. He decided against picking her up upon reaching her, the way that his brother had multiple times earlier today. Instead, Conrad chose to let that be Jeremiah’s thing with her. So, when y/n was finally in reach, Conrad snaked his hands around her frame and spun her around to face him. He wordlessly kissed her, tilting her backwards minimally; while fully supporting her frame nevertheless.

Jeremiah smirked to himself as he watched his brother and friend. He shook his head at the disgustingly sweet scene and took a quick candid photo for the couple. Jeremiah was beyond thrilled that despite whatever had been troubling Conrad today, his brother and friend were both so clearly happy together.

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Käshweek24 Day 6: Comfort

Thank you @hotcat37 for hosting Käshweek! This has been a lot of fun!

(Drabble under the cut ✌️tw for description of panic attack)

Jere doesn’t even remember how it got this bad.

He’s been here before, the same spinning room with the same walls closing in on him. He was here in a hospital bed as the doctor explained a life-altering surgery, but he was high on medication so the room only pulsed and shook, not the ceiling threatening to collapse on him like right now.

But the screaming is the same, like a rush of noise and sensation only he can hear, a thousand voices and shrieking sirens and metal scraping. Above him, the lights turn to muzzle flash and bolts of lightning.

He can’t remember how he got here.

He was flying, where did he fly too? Somewhere too far away from comfort and home. He’s in an airport. The language on the automated announcements is foreign to him. He’s not in Finland.

Someone is saying his name. Not Käärijä, if Käärijä were here right now he wouldn’t be dying like this. He wouldn’t have frozen stock still in the middle of an airport with people around him. Käärijä would have walked right through the curtain of anxiety and shame. Käärijä doesn’t get panic attacks.

But Jere does.

And Jere is all alone in his head with no one to pull him out of the whirlwind of fear that threatens to swallow him whole right now.

He had a therapist say the panic attacks don’t always have an easy to understand trigger, that sometimes it’s from anxiety or fear, from anger or even excitement. Sometimes the air is too sharp and the lights are too hot and all the noise turns into tidal waves. Overstimulation, the doctor said.

Käärijä thrives in the storm of color and sound, Jere drowns.

But someone is saying Jere’s name again and it’s a clear and crisp sound that easily slices through the screaming, crushing walls.

His paralysis is broken when his knees crash to the ground. A moment of sharp pain snaps his vision focused again. He sees a tall man with pale skin and long brown hair approaching, Jere’s name comes out of his lips.

Jere’s breath and vision are swallowed by the panic and his body seizes. He is dying.

He is dying in an airport in front of strangers all alone. His mind can’t even begin to comprehend how he must look to the unsuspecting public right now.

He is dying.

Someone is calling his name again.

Jere doesn’t think he has the strength, there is a rushing in his ears that makes it hard to move but he tries. He tries to force his eyes to see past the explosion of color and light and find the person saying his name.

His eyes lock on a face in the storm. A pale man with long brown hair and worried looking eyes. The voice he hears comes out of the man’s mouth. He knows that voice.

He’s heard it laugh and shout and sing. Heard it groan from satisfaction and whisper filthy things in his ear at night. He’s heard it say his name before like a prayer, a secret and a spell, soft and sacred just for him.

Tommy.

Jere tries hard again, he tries so hard to find sensations outside of his head but it’s hard. He opens his own mouth to try and tell Tommy but the sound that comes out is a breathless whimper. That’s right, he still can’t breathe.

He’s going to die in front of Tommy and in front of strangers in an airport from a panic attack. What a way to go.

Tommy says his name again and this time there are other words too. Jere tries really, really hard to hear them but it’s hard. It’s too difficult and he’s so embarrassed he can’t understand Tommy, he tries to apologize but it’s a choked gargle of words that make no sense.

Tommy’s hand moves then, slow and deliberate. Jere watches it from behind the smokescreen of light and color.

And with a gentle touch of his hand on Jere’s cheek, there is a break in the storm.

Jere’s vision clears first and he’s looking into Tommy’s familiar eyes, the worried look is gone and only calmness remains. Tommy always had a knack for composing himself. It was a game sometimes for them, see how Jere could get him to lose control.

But now Jere is grateful the control is there in Tommy’s eyes, he can see it’s safe there. It’s going to help.

And just like that, the sensations of reality come crashing back into him.

Where once his body was being shaken apart and floating away, he’s slammed back into it so jarringly he lurches forward, only Tommy’s arms catching him keeps him from face planting into the ground. The pounding in his ears is his own heartbeat, the stinging on his skin is cold sweat, his muscles are seized and aching, his knees hurt from falling, the sound around him is his own panicked breathing.

Tommy holds him gentle and comforting, commanding him softly to count back from ten.

He does so shakily in Finnish, the familiarity of his mother tongue grounds him further, he can hear Tommy counting with him in English. They count back from ten several times. At one point they reach zero together and Jere’s vision is clear again. They are no longer in the airport.

“Where-“

“Someplace safe and private.” Tommy whispers back. He must have pulled them off to a secluded spot. Safe.

Safe. Quiet.

“Shh, it’s okay baby,” Jere hears gently against his ear. “You’re okay, just breathe for me.”

And so he does. How could he refuse when Tommy says his name so sweetly? He lays there in Tommy’s arms and breathes, his heart slowly returning to normal rhythm and his blood cooling and calming.

The color storm is gone, everything is slightly blurry and he realizes he’s crying and the tears in his eyes are warping his vision. He shudders and Tommy holds him firm.

Tommy tells him they are staying in here as long as they need too, that there is nothing to worry about, Tommy can take care of it. All Jere needs to do is breathe. He can do that.

The panic is gone and Jere feels hollowed out afterwards. It’s a fugue state that happens and he doesn’t remember much of what happened before. But it doesn’t matter right now. Right now Tommy is holding him and whispering sweet nothings into his hair and Jere can’t remember the last time the storm subsided with something like a happy ending.

Jere closes his eyes and soft colors fill the darkness behind his eyelids. The screams are a distant memory fading to the quiet calm, he buries his face into Tommy’s neck.

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Gig report for Brussels 🇧🇪🔥

-just.....wow

-okay so first, the queue really wasn't as stressful as I thought it'd be. I arrived like an hour before the doors opened but it wasn't busy enough to be overwhelming!! At some point there were armed policemen walking around so that was a bit scary lol but it went smoothly so :P

-what also made the queuing so amazing was actually meeting people this time. Last year I was completely by myself both in the queue and during the concert but tonight I didn't just accidentally meet random people that I stumbled upon (who were absolutely lovely and who I vibed with so much) but also people from within the fandom <33 It was surreal to actually put a face to the usernames and to hear my own username be used lmao but it was such an amazing experience and I loooved trading gifts it was so satisfying!!

-also random but I just loved how diverse the crowd was. Older, younger, male, female, neither.....I just loved how many different kinds of people were present!!

-a bit frustrating but something I weirdly enough predicted beforehand was the show starting about 45 minutes late. The excitement was rapidly dwindling with every new song that kept playing without sight of Kä anywhere 🥲🥲 But he did apologize and as it turned out there was some kind of communication issue regarding the performing time

-that being said I completely forgot about the waiting as soon as the gig started wtf it was just so damn good!! I want to give a special thanks to everyone who was here tonight because the atmosphere was simply amazing and so comfortable!! And at least from where I was standing people were respecting personal space and going crazy during songs without constantly elbowing others haha

-Jere seemed so happy and energetic tonight :] There wasn't a lot of banter but when he did talk he said a lot of cute and funny things <3

-WE GOT URHEILUJÄTKÄ 🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥 I wasn't expecting that at all and it seemed spontaneous (?) but I'm so happy I got to hear the song live <33

-Dalton and Häärijä shenanigans were very endearing as always (Jaakko in particular looked majestic btw)

-WE GOT YHTÄ VAILLA MY FAVORITE SONG I WAS TWEAKINGGGGG 🗣🗣🗣☺☺☺☺💥💥💥

-the TRAFIK moshpit was kind of scary for me cuz I got kinda dragged into it but even though it was horrifying to have people jumping around so close to me I thankfully didn't get elbowed and everything seemed pretty safe :)

-it was boiling hot in there btw ugh I was fucking melting and sweating my metaphorical nuts off 😩

-shout-out to the person in front of me with the sign "I'm Tommy Cash" lmao I wish Kä would've noticed it was very cute 😂❤

Yeah, I dunno, it was just such a fantastic night. I didn't think it'd be that great queuing since it was in Brussels (no offense to folks that live in Brussels lmao but I find it a deeply unpleasant city) but this concert to me was honestly even better than the one in Antwerpen last year :"D And that one was already excellent too. Also shout out to everyone that brought party poppers and glowsticks and stickers and balloons to play with ❤❤ It really helped contribute to the great atmosphere 🥰💚

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I Didn't Expect You ~ Conrad Fisher

(Part 2) (Masterlist)

gif credit @henryofwales

synopsis: Y/N never expected it to be the summer that everything changed. Conrad, Belly and Steven were all dealing with the consequences of recent break ups while Jeremiah's wasn't acting like himself. Susannah was undergoing treatment that provided unpredictable health results and kept her loved ones on the edge of tragedy. Had they drained the well of the magic of Cousin's beach? Or could something new fulfil it again?

warnings: multichapter slow burn, warnings will update with every chapter, timeline is post SEASON 2 with changes, Susannah is sick, Belly is heartbroken, Jere is bitter, Conrad is struggling, everyone swears, Laurel/Cleveland, Belly and YN briefly critique their bodies but the focus is ultimately positive

word count: 2,275

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Is it cool that I said all that?

Is it too soon to do this yet?

'Cause I know that it's delicate

Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it?

This summer there was no one to greet us when we pulled up at the beach house. It was quiet but the beauty of Cousin's Beach and the house itself was as overwhelming on first glance as it had always been. Maybe the sky seemed filled with a few more clouds, darker even without someone to remind the boys that the Conklin-Parks had arrived. Either way, Steven and Belly didn't seem to notice and were already grabbing their bags and bickering about who had their house key handy.

"Do you think we're the first ones here?" I asked as I walked up slowly to the property to look for signs of life.

Belly was by your side in moments, "No, Jere said he was picking up Rosie's for lunch. He should be here somewhere. They were supposed to get here a little early to make sure Susannah was all set up with…everything." I just nodded and watched her walk to the door with the key. It wasn't surprising that she didn't mention Conrad.

Belly had already vented her nerves about coming at all after her breakup with Conrad at Prom. I didn't blame her and assured her I'd be right by her side no matter what happened or what was said. Belly and Conrad grew up together just like the rest of us and if no one else would make sure a failed romance wasn't going to ruin that forever, I definitely was. They hadn't talked since and I promised I'd help her fix it and I would. Conrad would be reasonable about it whether he liked it or not. I was always a fixer, the Mom friend if you will, and there was no reason this could be fixed.

Last summer when I saw it brewing between them I couldn't help but worry. Of course, I wanted Belly to have what she'd always wanted but could Conrad really return her feelings of adoration and worship the same way? Apparently yes, for the six months they were together at least. But it had been three months since the breakup and I knew I had to do everything I could to refocus the group into supporting each other. There had been too much drifting and it broke my heart. Despite life changes causing difficulty in the planning of it all, everyone had agreed to come back to Cousin's for the 4th at Susannah's request so that was a great start. She would have insisted on the whole summer if she'd had the energy but it was time to accept that some things would just never be the same again. We were barely children anymore and the summers were going to change.

"Y/N! Come on, Jere's got apple cinnamon for you!" Steven called out to me from the open front door.

As soon as I entered the house, the smell washed over me, my shoulders sagging in relief and the comfort of finally being here and smellling that smell brought me. The greetings were quieter when I walked into the familiar kitchen full of people I loved most, just like pulling up to the house but that was okay too. Jeremiah squeezed me just as tight as he always had even if he didn't shout my name and lift me off your feet. This wasn't even the whole gang of people who'd been through hell and back the last year but we were all here. All coming back for Susannah's favourite holiday.

The pressure I put on this last summer before I moved halfway across the country to start my freshman year at Stanford wasn't fair to anyone, especially myself but it felt like the end of an era. With Susannah's health changing everyday, I wasn't sure if it could ever be the same again. Was the magic gone? And if so, could it ever come back again? The test would be when the house was full and the party planning was in full force. Susannah would put us all to work and everything would feel normal again even just for a little while.

"What the--Ohmigod!" I spun around and used my hands to block the cold water drops spraying all over me. "Fuck you too, cretin," I said glaring at the shit-eating grin standing in black surfing gear that awaited me.

Conrad has snuck up behind me during small talk and shook his shaggy soaked hair into the back of my exposed neck. "Always a pleasure Y/N, " he finally said, nodding without looking in my direction again and focusing on greeting the other new arrivals.

I was happy to see a short but sweet acknowledgement between him and Belly and she didn't even look like she wanted to die after so maybe this wouldn't be as hard as I thought. Laurel showed up last, announcing her presence at the door and warning everyone not to embarrass her in front of Cleveland. It was a surprise but a happy one and I knew instantly that Susannah was going to lose her mind in the best way. Conrad mentioned that she would sleep until dinner around 6pm so don't be late.

The boys made plans that didn't interest me or Belly and just as I thought they were leaving I saw Jeremiah pause and look at the guys with intent. Belly was always quick on the uptake and tried to protest but the tradition held strong. The boys celebrated a successful throw that had poor Belly flailing in the air so long it felt like slo mo and this time none of them fell for her tricks and got pulled into the pool after her. Not even me, though I should have when I felt bad for a moment, held my hand out and walked towards the edge of the pool in her direction. Conrad was quicker and scooped me right up off my feet from behind, just in time to escape Belly's trap as I gasped at the realization.

"You wouldn't! I didn't throw you in!"

"Yeah, and you didn't try stop them either!" But even in her feigned anger she was chuckling as she swam to the ladder.

After the shock left my body, I joined the boys in hysterical laughter. Conrad was still holding me tight but he must have lost his balance as I crashed to the ground on top of him. He was still in a fit, only uttering the occasional "ow" which spurred on more giggles that infected everyone else. I got myself together before he did and had to pry his surprisingly strong, wiry arms from my waist to be able to stand again.

"My god, you're like a world's tallest spider monkey." I was trying to give him shit but but the sight of him giggling on the ground made him look like a sweet toddler.

That helped sober him a little, "You love it...besides I saved your ass. You should be thinking up ways to thank me." I only caught his smirk after brushing the grass off my clothes but it was enough to stop me in my tracks and stare him down.

"Yeah, I'll get right on that." This was ridiculous and everyone was listening to the two of us– but no, we'd always done this. This was the root of the relationship I'd always had with the oldest Fisher brother. He riled me up and I gave him shit. Simple. "Let me know if you have any special requests," I said over my shoulder as I headed back inside.

"Good idea! I'll text you!" He was yelling now, the idiot, but it was still making the boys laugh so the final word would be Conrad's this time. I could have sworn I'd heard him mumble about how uptight I could be and I was rolling my eyes as I met Belly in the hallway with an exasperated smile that she shared.

Conrad Fisher and I had never been the closest of the group, always seeming to piss each other off in one way or another as kids. Susannah had said that our personalities clashed and that it was a great challenge to overcome as we matured. Anyone would say that both of us were still working on the maturely overcoming it part. It's not like I thought he was a bad guy; he was my friend no matter what, someone who knew me better than most without even trying. If I set a hard boundary he was the first to listen, respect it and make sure everyone else did too while also being the one to lay into me if I screwed up somehow or rib me to death for acting stupid. It was infuriating at worst and addictive at best so I never judged Belly's undying admiration. He was always the leader of the group as the oldest and that came with a certain power that I later realized was also responsibility. Sometimes he knew what I needed even before I did. It was eerie, that sixth sense he had. He was actually pretty damn good at taking care of everyone so sometimes I even let him take care of me too. If Conrad was the fearless leader then Belly was the baby and while he made it look easy taking care of everyone else, I always knew how to take extra special care of her.

The two of you headed upstairs to the room you shared. It originally had a double bed for Belly but Susannah quickly changed it to two singles side by side the second summer you visited. Belly and I liked our tradition of unpacking first; it felt like being at our second home where everything had a place.

"So...how was it?"

I could hear Belly rolling her eyes before she even spoke. "Okay, it could have been worse. I thought he wouldn't even speak to me."

"Why wouldn't he speak to you?"

"Because the last thing he said to me was that he could never give me what I wanted and that I deserved better." She was frustrated as she said it and I couldn't help but sigh.

"I mean, there are worse things to say when you're breaking up with someone..."

"Y/N!"

"What? I'm sorry! It doesn't mean you aren't allowed to be hurt, I'm just saying at least he wasn't a jerk about it." I shrugged and put my pile of new pajamas in the bottom drawer.

Belly paused and turned to look at me, "He said he was sorry it happened that night but he didn't want to be angry at us anymore. Not even me, Y/N, but us."

I got up and went to stroke her arm in a soothing rhythm, "It wasn't fair how it happened but you said you could feel it coming."

Her eyes start to shine with unshed tears, "I thought it was Susannah...I didn't think it could just be me..." When her pretty brown eyes closed the tears ran down her cheeks but she didn't break down, she didn't sob. She just took a deep, steadying breath as her body shifted underneath my hand.

"Hey, it wasn't you, it was him. Look at you, it couldn't have been you, you're stunning!" I shook her shoulders as her lips turned up at the corners. "Absolute perfection! Come here and see." I guided Belly towards the full length mirror on the corner of the room and planted her right in front of it. "Now, I know you thought Conrad was Prince Charming and you'd live happily ever after but fairytales aren't real. But this volleyball bod is." I smacked her butt to make my point and snap her out of her gloomy daze.

"Oh! You're so ridiculous they need to invent a new word–" Hearing her giggle was always a joy because Belly giggled without a hint of shame.

"I'm not finished! I know a breakup can kill your confidence a bit and I need you to look at yourself and really see what you're bringing to the table this hot girl summer."

Even through a big smile she shook her head, "God no, you are so embarrassing."

"I mean, come on, tight ass already acknowledged, newish boobs that are perfectly perky as ever and the prettiest smile on the face of the planet! You can have any boy you want, Isabel Conklin!"

Belly's smile fell a bit as and twisted and turned in the mirror. "You don't think my shoulders are kinda...broad?"

I hung my head as the patience exited my body with a slump. "You're actually insane. Some of us have real problems like cellulite on our thighs and an ass that doesn't fit in most jeans."

"Oh, shut up! Steven told me Frankie and those guys call you 'the ass that won't quit'."

"Belly, I'm not sure that's a compliment." I didn't hate the nickname as long as they didn't say it to my face but I still wasn't sure it meant good things.

"You're delulu, Y/N. Okay, we gotta stop. You're right. Hot girl summer with me and my cousin in Cousin's!" She grabbed my hand and started shifting her feet like we were about to have an impromptu dance party.

I covered my face with my hands and stifled a giggle at the silly phrase, "I fucking hate when you start that shit..." And just like I expected, as my chuckle became a belly laugh, my baby cousin turned on the Bluetooth speaker in my room and we danced out all the pent up heartbreak, nerves, grief and leftover stress and sent it back home where it belonged.

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Author's note: I promise there is so much Conrad and romance coming up even if it wasn't much in this chapter! I hope you stick with me if you saw the potential. So much of this story was inspired by fics I've read in the last few weeks and this is my thank you! Reply with comments and let me know if you wanna be added to my taglist. If you'd like to ask me about any upcoming chapter warnings you wanna be warned of ahead of time (angst? 18+ smut?) then come visit my blog with any questions and I'll be happy to answer!

[mita-vittua-olivia]

after a good night of sleep, i can finally attempt to sum up all my thoughts about this year’s euro tour.

i got so, so lucky.

i’m glad i was able to go four times this year (which is three times more than last year) and, as opposed to last year, meet a BUNCH of amazing people. big big shout out to @peri-peri-sauce , @arachn11da , @linkhundr , @the13thdoctorbetterbeginger , @thequeenofgeek , @jaarijani , and everyone else who hung out with me at the queues. you guys only turned this entire experience into what it was, it would have been significantly less fun without you and the not-so-good parts would have affected me even more. i can’t believe i’m saying this, but i would sit on the floor in pouring rain with you again any day.

i felt very at home. i could be unhinged and yap about everything with people who UNDERSTOOD ME. nothing lives up to that feeling.

and of course, my interactions with jere. i’m still a little heartbroken about not being there for the listening session in cologne (basically my home), but so many other things happened that i can’t even be too sad about it. not only did he read out my sign (5€ if you play urheilujätkä) in amsterdam 1 and then ripped the 5€ i gave him, but he apologised in person when i got to meet him afterwards, asked if i was going to be at the second amsterdam gig, and said he might play it then … now guess what happened last night :) in my head it was for me. i also got to give him a bracelet and he actually wore it for the paris gig :,)

last night he stared into my soul twice, once while he was talking and the other time during the people’s champion chorus. i will never forget this, it has become a core memory already.

this euro tour truly was crazy and party. i made so many great memories with so many lovely people, i was given so many prints and stickers and bracelets, and i couldn’t be happier about the great interactions i had with so many people. we made memories that truly bond us together (like standing at the metro station and seeing joost and jere - still shirtless - having a smoke at the back door lmao) and it feels like i’ve known all of you people forever.

thank you for the amazing time i’ve had this october, i will cherish the memories forever <3 see you all next year 💚

[frikatilhi]

I have to write some of this down so I don't forget

Joker out at Kulttuuritalo 2.3.24

The boys seemed to be a bit baffled at soundcheck at first - as were we in the audience 😂 How are we supposed to be and act? Except when Bojan came and was so easy-going and put everyone at ease and high-fived/shook everyone's hand and put the Finland's son-in-law sash on and gave hugs and then said "excuse me, son-in-law coming through" and talked to us a lot, he really knows how to command a space

This has been all over the place, but they were rehearsing until midnight the day before because of technical issues with the sound program that Bojan could not explain because he doesn't understand any of it (that's okay Bojan, you can just sing and look pretty). Nace had been up until 4 am fixing it

they sang Vse Kar Vem and Dopamin (which wasn't on the set so they probably will change it up in different gigs) and it was a lot of fun! People shouted "Peliä!" to them when they were leaving and Bojan shouted it back. He also told us to have fun and "scream as loud as you can" ☠️

Bojan said he is in a chatty mood and is going to talk a lot today (I'm not sure he actually did talk more than usual? but it was nice to hear from him ❤️)

Hojan was on my bingo card but not quite like THAT. I love it that they wanted to include him somehow but do something different ❤️

BOJAN'S PÖTSI. It was out a lot, bless him. He does have a belly button! And a stomach mole, apparently? (Need more hi-res prof plis)

I have to mention Kris' cake even though we were on the under-18 side so I did not get to look as much as I would have wanted to. But today I'll be on the other side heh

I love Nace's hair and he is adorable so there

NEW SONGS I AM DEAD. Bojan seemed a bit nervous, he didn't look at the audience much? But he skipped and bounced and it was adorable. He said it was nerve-wrecking. But they were really happy afterward! (I kinda want to learn some bits of the lyrics so if they do them again today we could sing along)

Everybody's waiting was so amazing live, Bojan said how that made him the most nervous of all because "now *I* have to play that thing". But it was so so good and they were elated after it, seemed super relieved, like punching the air happy 😭

METULJI 💕 Bojan was very touched with all the butterflies, that was pretty, it was an amazing version

The back drop and the drum design were so beautiful!!!

It was so cool meeting moots, please if you're there today I would love to say hi

Jere with a big entourage there showing support, uhuhuu

The crowd on the floor was nice and let people go to get water and go to the bathroom and then come back. It was a long night to stand around ☠️ Kultsa is so nice in that front row is like a mile long so that probably helped.

[unfortunately-not-a-chip]

Please write Jeremy & the Trojans outsider POV of wtf is happening with the foxes at literally any fucking time. Maybe at one of the banquets? Or could just be watching TV tbh. Or looking at news on their phones.

Yes I love this, here it is!!

———

Everyone knows about the foxes, a ragtag team of kids from every walk of life. They had never been a loved team but Jeremy was biased, especially when Kevin made his big transfer. Guiltily, he would admit he didn’t keep up with the team as much as he could, but Jeremy would prefer to hear about the team firsthand, and not through the skew of the media. However, when Cat and Laila beckoned him to the sofa to watch the introduction of the foxes newest striker, he couldn’t help but indulge.

When the striker walked onto the stage, Kevin in tow, Jeremy noticed nothing of note about him. He shrunk back into himself as he shook hands with Kathy, seemingly overall nervous. Jeremy sympathised, remembering the ball of nerves he had been his first time talking to the press. Jeremy tuned in and out of the interview, only coming to full attention when Cat smacked him in the shoulder.

“Holy shit” she said, drawing his attention to the screen. Jeremy watched as Kathy Ferdinand, ever the enabler, beckoned Riko onto stage. He rolled his eyes at the on screen drama and then promptly felt guilty as he watched the color drain from Kevin’s face.

“Ugh poor Kev,” Jeremy sighed, “I can’t watch this”

“Fine, can you at least get me some popcorn from the kitchen?” Cat replied, and Laila snickered by her side. Jeremy obliged, grabbing a packet of popcorn from the cabinet and stuffing it in the microwave. He watched it rotate in a circle about twice before Cat shouted from the living room again

“Dude- Jere- you need to see this”

Jeremy abandoned the rotating popcorn in favor of seeing what the ruckus was about. Looking back at the TV the striker, Neil his name was, looked like a completely different person. The once shy looking man now sat leaning forward, his arms resting on his legs and a snarl on his face that Jeremy could feel the cold of even through the screen. He made it just in time to hear the tail end of his sentence

“You’re going to eat your words. And you’re going to choke on them.”

-

After this, Jeremy kept an eye on Neil Josten and the foxes, and they managed to stay vaguely under the radar until the next banquet. Jeremy found himself looking forward to the banquet for once. For the chance to speak with Kevin after everything that happened and maybe a little bit to meet the new loudmouth striker they found.

He got increasingly frustrated however as he was pulled away to talk to other teams captains, his eyes flicking back and forth between them and the new group forming between a few of the foxes and some of the ravens. Laila must have seen him because she eventually put him out of his misery and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him away from his albeit one sided conversation. She brought them to the edge of the group, turning him to face her and lowering her voice when he raised an eyebrow.

“Just listen”

That’s when Jeremy tuned in to the foxes and ravens, piquing in interest at the sharp tone of Neil’s voice… and… holy shit. Jeremy listens as Neil tears someone to shreds. Jeremy shared a look with Laila watching her face split into a slow grin as she clearly holds back a laugh at his words. She managed to keep it in until they made it to the bus, where she essentially tackled Cat in excitement as to share what she heard. A couple Trojans gathered around as she recounted the moment.

“And then- he said” she puts on her best Neil impression, lowering her voice “Kevin and I talk about your intricate and endless daddy issues all the time” The Trojans burst out in shouts and laughter, only stopping when Cody cut in. “Who was he even talking to?” Jeremy shrugged in reply but Cat seemed to have other ideas. She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper

“I bet it was Riko, I mean we saw how they were at each others throats on the Ferdinand show,”

-

The Riko Neil rivalry isn’t fully confirmed, at least not for a while. Tensions raised, obviously, especially when it became evident that the foxes and ravens were going to be facing off at the championship game. The Trojans all cozied up together to watch the deciding match, some still a little salty at the preceding loss but all wanting to see if the foxes would prevail.

The match was close, a constant push and pull between ravens and foxes with the outcome seeming as though it would lead to a shootout when in the last seconds of the game, Kevin scored a goal. The eruption of the on screen audience wasn’t too far off from that of the Trojans, jumping around in excitement at how close of a battle they had just witnessed, how incredible of a goal. Cat nudged Jeremy in the arm pointing to where the camera focused on an exhausted Neil Josten, on the ground and looking up at Riko.

“What I would give to hear what he’s saying right now” she said, and Jeremy turned to look at her, planning on making his agreement known. Something was off in her expression however, and the Trojans went silent as they locked their gazes on the screen.

Jeremy quickly turned his gaze as well and felt his heart drop. Riko lifted his racquet with lethal intent and brought it swinging down towards Neil’s head. The announcer gasped in shock, seemingly unsure what to say in the face of this moment and Jeremy watched in seeming slow motion as the racquet came down, down, and as the goalkeeper began to run. The moment ended in a screeching collision that the Trojans couldn’t tear their eyes from, the goalkeeper racquet coming up as Riko’s swung down, a battle that ended in a clack, a scream, and a broken arm, but Neil alive. After the event the announcers paused broadcasting and Jeremy turned off the TV facing his team. Unsure what to say about the silence that settled over the room he took a deep breath and let out an awkward laugh

“What a game, am I right?”

[mint-ty]

"NO WAR" statement without context is lukewarm but can we appreciate how much Jere must have been shitting his pants to shout that on esc stage? It clearly wasn't spontanious and he knew and thought about saying something that he fully stands behind. It really took balls.

And that on some esc official clips it's been muted out makes it 100 times better and warms my heart ♡

[humblequestvinyl]

mustang or me

MUSTANG OR ME, CONRAD FISHER X FEM!READER

APART OF THE ‘ANOTHER ON THE WAY’ SERIES

SUMMARY: after leaving the love of her life in cousin’s beach and breaking his heart, y/n wonders on her drive home who was going to breakdown first, her 1989 mustang or herself?

inspired by mustang or me by megan moroney

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lowercase is intentional! wc: 1.03k

warning: ANGST BABYYYY, conrad being the bad guy (im sorry i hated doing this) swearing, underage smoking.

a/n: heard mustang or me live recently and was ON THE GROUND CRYING. my fav song to start off the another on the way series, i had to! 

LOOKING INTO HIS OCEAN BLUE EYES,

y/n l/n felt tears well into her eyes as they stood out on the beach, with the waves crashing onto the sand as they looked at each other in disbelief.

“it was a one time thing sunshine,”conrad started as he walked towards her, causing y/n to step back, “we weren’t even together yet and belly and i both regretted it-”

“but neither of you bothered to tell me?”the h/c girl questioned, tilting her head a bit to look at conrad, “not even after we got together in september or after jere started dating belly?”

it was silent between the two for a few moments as y/n could see conrad giving her a blank stare, and as every second passed she could feel a bit of her heart break.

finding out the boy you loved had a fling with your best friend, on the night they had all collectively decided to throw a midsummer party. everything had come bursting out, breaking down the wall both the fisher boy and the conklin girl had put up.

“we thought you knew.”conrad finally whispered, and y/n’s eyes widened, “i mean jere knew-”

“jeremiah was here last summer connie!”y/n shouted, throwing her arms up in the air, “he was physically here to witness it all! i wasn't! i was in europe exploring, something you encouraged by the way!”

“so no conrad, i didn’t know because i wasn’t fucking here!”y/n exclaimed, feeling the keys to her mustang rustling in her pocket a bit, “and the fact that you just assumed i knew that you and belly had a fling hurts!”

“i’m sorry!”conrad yelled, and he watched as wisps of h/c hair turned around and started storming towards the driveway, “i’m sorry y/n!”

he quickly followed the girl as she unlocked her mustang, and opened the door before conrad grabbed ahold of her hand, “y/n don’t leave-”

“i can’t do this anymore conrad.”she whispered, feeling tears in her eyes knowing what she was about to do would kill him.

she watched his blue eyes soften, and she wanted to breakdown crying right then and there, “you don’t mean that sunshine.”

“i do connie.”she choked out, before trying to compose herself, “it wasn’t going to work anyway. with me going to buffalo and you’re going to be at stanford, there was no way we were making it out of the summer.”

“we can make this work.”conrad tried to reason, and y/n shook her head in disagreement knowing she was about to become a college athlete, and it was going to be chaos.

“i’m sorry conrad.”

the h/c girl quickly got into her mustang, and turned the engine on before looking at him one more time before she drove out of the fishers driveway, and towards her home state of vermont.

she had almost a four hour drive ahead of her, and as soon as she made it almost thirty minutes away from cousins, she stopped for some gas and cigarettes knowing she’d need both of them for this drive home.

as she walked into the gas station, her e/c eyes met with the cashier who gave her a comforting smile as y/n went to grab a few energy drinks. once she got back to the counter, she placed the alani’s down before making eye contact with the cashier, reading her name badge quickly.

daisy

the one thing y/n hated the most. 

“anything i can get you sweetheart?”the woman questioned, breaking y/n out of her state of mind, and the girl hummed before pulling out her fake id, “can i get two packs of reds and thirty on pump ten.”

she watched as the woman glanced at the id, before grabbing the cigarettes and she quickly finished up the girls transaction before y/n was out of there. as soon as the h/c girl got outside, she could see smoke blowing from the hood, causing her to curse up a storm knowing she was supposed to get it fixed before she left for the summer.

“fucking kidding me.”she muttered, opening up the hood and letting the smoke out for a bit, not really wanting to call her father to see what she could do for it.

once the smoke had settled, y/n quickly pumped the gas into her green mustang, and was back off with a cigarette in her mouth, knowing that was the only was she was going to make it through this drive home.

she was an hour out from home when sweet nothing by taylor swift started to play over the car radio, and y/n felt herself finally break. 

tears started to flow down her cheeks as she drove for a few more miles, thinking about the last ten months her and conrad had spent together. memories of conrad driving all the way to vermont during a snowstorm to spent her 18th birthday with her, to her and conrad going to the beach house alone during christmas.

every single memory she had of the two of them was tainted. every. single. one.

all due to what she considered a ‘dirty little secret’

a loud sob burst through y/n lips as a bunch of different noises started to ring through her car, and her dashboard lit up with multiple issues ranging from low gas to needing a new engine.

she always wondered that the day she experienced her first heartbreak with the unreliable mustang, who’d breakdown first? the mustang or the girl with a sensitive heart, one she protected with her life.

she quickly won that battle.

[iheartyouyou]

SWEETHEART | Jeremiah Fisher

Summary: After your parents file for a divorce, you’re forced to move in with your mom’s friend until the divorce is finalized. You wished you could stay with your dad and your friends, but when you meet Jeremiah Fisher, that changes. And now you’re wanting to stay in the Cousins. Too bad things don’t last forever.

Word Count: 2.0k

Part: 7

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Authors Note: Fun fact I made this part so long that I had to split it in half. Anyways, no spoilers but the finale of tsitp???? 😍 (Wouldn’t let me tag some people :( )

Why’d you have to be such a complete idiot?

Now everything was going to be awkward. Why didn’t you just kiss him? You barely knew the dude though, and didn’t he have a girlfriend.

You groan as another message from your friends’ group chat comes in, talking about plans for the yearly fair that happened every summer.

How do you tell them to stop talking about plans in the same group chat as you as it’s making you jealous and your life over here is going to shit.

Putting your phone on silent, you shove your phone somewhere underneath your pillows as you exit your room, walking to the bathroom.

“…to the dinner— Y/N!” Belly shouts, stopping you in your tracks as you peeked your head into her room.

She sends you a smile, mascara wand in hand. She motions to her flower crown “Susannah got us these, you don’t have to wear it but yours is on the nightstand.”

You don’t miss the way Taylor rolls her eyes, turning away so she can’t see you.

“Thanks.” You smile, grabbing the crown.

“You should get ready with us for dinner! You know who’s coming? Cam.” Belly says, turning back to the mirror so she can finish her mascara.

“Cam…?”

“Sextus.”

“Oh yeah, that guy. You guys are official?”

Belly shrugs, a blush forming on her cheeks. “We’re also going to a party later, it was Taylor’s idea. Maybe you can borrow some of her clothes so you can hookup with someone there.”

“My clothes probably wouldn’t fit her…” Taylor mumbles, putting on the flower crown as she stares at herself in the mirror.

“I have my own clothes anyway, plus I don’t really want to ‘hookup with someone’.”

Belly turns to face you, one of her eyebrows raising in confusion before it falls back down. “Oh right, you’re hooking up with Jere.”

“What?” You quickly ask, checking behind you to make sure Jeremiah (or anybody for that matter) didn’t hear that.

Belly rolls her eyes, “I totally walked in on some date thing last night.”

“We were watching movies because of a bet—“

“Yeah sure.” Belly sarcastically remarks.

The whole conversation seemed to take Taylor’s interest as she finally turned to face you. “We all know his rep, wouldn’t be surprised.” She said to Belly, even though she was staring at you.

You furrow your eyebrows, “What rep?”

“His “hooking up with everybody” rep. Don’t know a single person here he hasn’t hooked up with.” Belly jokes, finishing her mascara as she shoves it into her makeup bag.

Hooking up with everybody? So, what, you were just another name he was trying to check off the list? Is that why he tried to make a move after barely just knowing you?

“Surprised he hasn’t made a move on me.” Taylor says, putting her hands on her hips.

“Taylor.” Belly warns, rolling her eyes. “Look, Jere Bear hasn’t hooked up with anybody since you’ve got here… well I think, anyway you should be fine.”

“Oh…” You mumble, scratching your arm as your grip on the flower crown tightened.

Taylor whips out her phone, sitting on the edge of Belly’s bed as she scrolled through whatever.

“How do you like… I don’t know, know that he hasn’t hooked up with anyone.. since… y’know.” You find yourself hesitantly asking, shifting your weight onto your left foot.

Belly groans dramatically, “He always comes to me and talks about them, with WAY too many details, it’s so gross but he’s always like “what should I do? should I call them back?” She mimics him in the last part.

Jeremiah Fisher was attractive. Okay, well, he’s probably the hottest guy you’ve ever seen and probably the first and last hottie to ever show you attention. And you hated hearing about this newfound information Belly was giving you, and even if you did let Jeremiah Fisher kiss you in that pool, there will be someone better looking and you’ll just be another name crossed off the list.

Belly basically shrieks when her phone goes off, jumping up and down as she looks in between you and Taylor. “Cam’s here!”

-

Can someone please bury me six feet underground?

Dinner was so awkward.

Well, maybe just for you.

But you could feel the awkwardness between you and Jeremiah, he avoided looking and talking to you. It was like you weren’t even there.

And you tried to not look at him, but sometimes you kind of just had to. Like, your eyes drifted there and you wouldn’t even realize it until someone would smack the table from a joke or a loud laugh coming from somewhere around the table.

“So why don’t you eat meat, Cam?” Jeremiah asked, stuffing his food into his mouth.

“Uh, the meat industry is like the number one contribution to global warming.“ He shrugs before continuing, “And I just like animals.”

“Just don’t come for my leather jacket.” Taylor quips, a smile on her face.

So what? She was nice to everybody but you? What the hell did you do to her?

“Pretty sure you mean pleather” Steven jokes, acting offended when Taylor flips him off.

Your eyes feel heavy, you just want to eat, clean up, and go to sleep.

“Y’know, uh, Belly eats meat. So, you let her kiss you with those lips?” Jeremiah says, taking a sip of his water.

“Guys.” Belly starts, already annoyed as her face gets hotter and hotter by the second. “Stop”

Cam chuckles, “I don’t judge people for eating meat, it’s just a personal choice, I don’t care”

Jeremiah continued his questions, “So you don’t mind if her lips touch a dead animal and those dead animal lips touch your lips, right?”

Belly sends a hard kick to Jeremiah, earning a small “ow” as Belly looks over to you for help. You shrugged.

“Pretty sure that’s not how that works, Jeremiah.”

For the first time that night Jeremiah looked at you, eyes wide with amusement. “And how would you know? Have you ever kissed someone, Y/N?”

You feel your cheeks getting hot with embarrassment as you shake your head. “I have.”

He mocks a surprised face, “You just kiss certain people or…?”

“I don’t kiss wannabe playboys—“ You start, ready to get up and slap him across the face if you had to before Cam interjected.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind at all—in fact…” Cam turns, pressing his lips to Belly in a quick peck. Enough for you and Jeremiah to stop talking, as well as the rest of the table.

It was quiet for a few moments as you stared at Belly in shock before Jeremiah and Steven started making gagging noises.

“Alright, alright, Belly’s allowed to kiss.” Laurel defends her, before she points at fork at Cam. “But that’s it.” She then bursts out into laughter as if it was the funniest thing ever.

“Mom, please!” Belly groans, “You’re so not funny, no more wine for you okay?”

“I’m sorry but I just don’t understand why anybody would want to kiss somebody who once fully shat in the bathtub.” Steven grimaces, using his hands to emphasis the point.

“I was like two years old!”

“Two? You were like six!” Steven says, both him and Jeremiah laughing their asses off.

“Shut up, Steven!” Belly shouts.

And after a few more quips back and forth, you zoned out as you played with the remainder of your food. You could hear your moms laughter in the background, nice to know she’s all happy.

The last thing said was Belly announcing they were going to Nicoles party before everybody one by one left the table, cleaning up and putting their dishes away.

You were one of the first.

You managed to escape upstairs after you cleaned up, ready to take a hot shower and sleep until 1 pm before Belly the announcer, once again announced that Cam would be giving you guys a ride as Jeremiah already left.

-

“You mind taking a picture of us?” Taylor asks, already handing you her phone before you could respond. You clench your jaw before nodding, waiting for the two of them to pose before snapping a picture.

Tossing the phone back to Taylor, unbothered to see if she caught it or not your eyes scan the outside of the house. Cup pong was going on near the front door, music blaring from inside of the house and you could see multiple people in there from the windows.

You follow the two girls into the house, Cam following shortly behind you.

As soon as you walked in, someone was sliding down the rail of the stairs. Surprisingly no liquid falling out of the cup they were holding.

“Belly! You came!” You see Nicole come out, her arms held out wide as she engulfs Belly into a hug.

The two shared compliments before Nicole dragged Belly into another room to show everybody else her flower crown.

“I’m gonna go find a drink, what about you Y/N?” Taylor mumbles, already taking off to the living room.

Your eyebrows furrowed, following her nonetheless as a drink did sound good. Taylor was already pouring herself a drink, handing you a empty cup once you were next to her.

She lightly elbows you, motioning you to Jeremiah who was sitting close by. “There’s your boyfriend.”

You look over, seeing how close Jeremiah was to the guy across from him. He was already staring at you, making awkward eye contact before you broke it.

Grabbing the first bottle you saw, you poured it into your cup before taking a large sip of it. And damn was it strong.

By the time you looked back at Jeremiah, he was already making out with the guy.

Taylor scoffs, “Guess Belly was wrong, you could totally find a way hotter guy here. C’mon.” She takes you by the arm, dragging you into another room as she looked for a “hotter guy”

“What about that guy?” She asks, motioning to a guy who was chugging a drink.

“Uh.. no.” You shake your head, confused as to why all of the sudden Taylor was being nice to you. It was if the second Belly ditched her, you were the second best option.

“Yeah, probably not. But I mean any guy here is better than Jeremy—“ She starts, pulling your arm to pull you into another room before you stop her. “Why are you being so nice?”

“What?” She makes a sour face at you, letting you go.

“You were acting like a total bitch earlier and now you’re acting like we’re besties.” You say straight up.

She rolls her eyes, “Are you that sensitive? I’m just trying to help you find someone! Unless you wanna go hookup with Jeremiah over there.”

“Why is it always about Jeremiah?”

“Because he obviously has the hots for you, well had them because now he clearly wants nothing to do with you.” She hissed.

Oh how bad you wanted to smack this bitch so hard right across the face her flower crown would fly off.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really? Because he wouldn’t stop mentioning you earlier, saying he would be the one to give you a ride here yet you third wheeled with me.”

You gritted your teeth, “Why do you even care? Why are you all up in my business? This has nothing to do with you.”

“Because Belly also talks about you ALL the time! Maybe if you didn’t do whatever you did and messed things up, you would be hanging out with Jeremy and leaving me and Belly alone. I’m her best friend, not you. You hardly know her, actually, you hardly know anybody in this goddamn place so why don’t you go back to wherever you came from and make everybody’s lives easier?” She stormed off before you could even answer, stomping upstairs and leaving you with your thoughts.

You looked around, seeing as a few people were staring your way. You moved around bodies as you made your way outside, itting on one of the chairs nearby.

You hate this place. Just a few more days, then you can tell Susannah you want to go home, she’ll fly you home, you can stay with your dad and never see any of these people ever again.

Taylor was just a bitch who was jealous that her friend had other friends who weren’t her.

Fuck your life.

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[mitamicah]

Oh and also less important: Jere saw me and shouted me out as Denmark Guy again so I havent been forgotten yet 🤣