#steven x shayla

[summer-at-cousins]

Part 1 of the first scene released from TSITP Season 2

[kierreras]

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY s2e02 «love scene» // taylor & steven

[wholesome-holland]

the summer i turned pretty masterlist!

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conrad fisher

to be added!

jeremiah fisher

to be added!

belly conklin

to be added!

steven conklin

to be added!

taylor jewel

to be added!

shayla wang

to be added!

cam cameron

to be added!

[wqterlillypdfs]

okay, question: i'm aware that the hype for tsitp has died out, but is anyone on this site still willing to read fics for the fandom? i've got a jeremiah one i'm working on now and i'm unsure on whether to post it before the release of season 2, or just get it out right now...

[crimsonlovebartylus]

the summer i turned pretty but belly is regulus, conrad is barty, jeremiah is james and steven is sirius and i'm team conrad. so endgame bartylus.

[hallietblr]

the after party is better than the party | j.fisher x reader

request: hi im new here and do you any imagine requests at this moment? and if you do can i request an jeremiah smut if you are okay with it btw i love your blog page and your writting thanks girl🥰🫶🏻

a/n: hi babe:) i was so excited to write this one, so thank you for the request! lots of love xx

warnings: smut (MINORS DNI!), oral (fem! receiving), mentions of alcohol consumption, swearing.

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the loud music and the colourful led lights around the house with the red solo cup in my hands all were factors to the buzz that i was feeling. i giggled as i danced with a few girls that i just met.

my eyes travelled across the room to the wall where my golden retriever boyfriend stood with steven. steven was clearly drunk which was making jeremiah, who was the dd, laugh. our eyes connect and he offers his iconic sweet smile, he lifts the cup of water in his hand towards me as a cheers with a wink.

even though we’ve been dating for over a year, jeremiah fisher still makes my heart race and my cheeks flush with his pretty smile. i pull away from the dance floor and walk towards jeremiah and steven, stumbling slightly over my feet.

“what are you two doing?” i giggle as i approach them, jeremiah’s empty hand pulls me by my waist and holds me close to him, “hey gorgeous, we’re just chatting”

“it’s a party! you guys should be dancing with me.” i exclaim, before bringing my drink to my lips to take another sip.

the two laugh at my comment before jeremiah leans down to plant a soft kiss on my forehead, “what are you drinking?”

“probably something girly like a white claw” steven snickers while crushing his empty can and tossing into the nearby trash can. his eyes land on shayla before quickly excusing himself to go see her.

“it’s just some vodka cranberry” i answer before resting my chin on his shoulder, “you’re like really pretty.”

he smiles at me, “that’s all you, lover”

i shake my head at him before finishing my drink and throwing it out, “no, like you’re model level pretty. you know, i am so lucky to have you as my boyfriend!”

jeremiah places his hands on my hips and connects our lips. my arms subconsciously wrap around his neck and my fingers gently playing with his curly locks. his lips slowly start to travel towards my flushed cheek, then to my ear and then down to my jawline. i sigh happily, relaxing into his touch,

“do you wanna get out of here?” his whispers into my ear, “i promise the after party is better than the party”

i look up into his blue orbs, there’s a slight glimmer of lust in them and i nod, “yeah”

he grabs my hand and we walk away from the crowd of drunk teenagers. jeremiah squeezes my hand as we walk towards his red jeep wrangler. he opens the passenger door for me,

“alright, get in, my sweet girl” he tells me as i carefully climb into the seat. he pulls the seatbelt and leans over my lap to lock it in. as jeremiah straightens up, his thumb caress my cheek before pulling me into a kiss.

his soft lips make the butterflies in my stomach go into a frenzy and the slight pool in thong makes sitting uncomfortable. i shift in my seat and he notices before chuckling,

“soon baby” he promises before getting into the drivers seat.

the car ride feels like a life time as he drives us to my house, which was coincidentally across from his. his hand never left my upper thigh, his fingers drumming slightly to the music playing off the stereo,

“seems like you were having fun tonight,” jeremiah grins, “saw you dancing it up on the floor”

i laugh, “music is made for dancing, babe.”

“we also have that vodka cran to thank.” he mentions as he pulls up on my driveway.

the two of us walk into my house through the front door and head towards my bedroom on the second floor. luckily, both of my parents were away for the weekend due to needing to head back home briefly for a business meeting.

“are your parents home?”

i giggle, “no, they’re away for the weekend. so we can be as loud as we want.”

he smirks at me, “good.”

jeremiah opens my door and motions for me, i smile at him

“always a gentleman,” i say to him as he closes the door behind himself,

“anything for my girl.”

i sit on my bed and pull his wrist to sit next to me. i pull him into a kiss which quickly turns into a heated make out session. he carefully lays me down and situates himself to hover over me. our lips never disconnecting in the process.

my hands travelling from his large biceps and shoulders to his hair which i tug at, causing jeremiah to release a low moan,

“fuck that’s so hot.” i mumbled against his lips, he pulls away to remove his shirt and i quickly do the same. his eyes following my every move,

“fuck you’re so hot” he says back to me, reciting what i had just said moments ago before leaning down to kiss my neck and throat area. my hands stay busy in his locks as he sucks on a sensitive part, making me moan and buck my hips.

he licks the spot that he proudly marked me as his, “now everyone will know that you are mine.” he breathes out before continuing to kiss me down to my chest. jeremiah has one forearm supporting his weight above me, while the free hand effortlessly unclasps my yellow laced bra.

“is this okay?” he asks sweetly

no matter how many times we’ve had sex, he always makes sure that i’m okay. i nod quickly, his lips litter kisses across my chest and kisses my nipples, making me shudder from the pleasure. he eventually makes it to the waistband of my shorts, i lift my hips up so it’s easier for him to pull them down.

jeremiah plays with the edge of my matching yellow thong as me kisses my inner thigh, “fuck, baby, you’re so wet. is this all for me?”

i nod at him, pulling at his curls, “it’s all for you, jeremiah. please stop teasing.”

he chuckles, “always so needy for me.”

with that, he pulls down my thong and places a single kiss on the bundle of nerves making me moan loudly in response. i can feel his smile against my skin before he licks a long stride up my centre,

“you always taste so good,” he moans as he continues to eat me out. his tongue works his magic, sending my body into a bliss as he traces figure eights and sucks on my clit.

“jeremiah,” i cry out, tugging harder at his hair, “fuck, i’m close”

the knot in my stomach tightening as he moves faster to help me reach my orgasm, i let out a pornographic moan as he inserts two of his fingers into me. his fingers thrust quickly and harder into me making me pant.

“come on my tongue, baby.” was all that was needed before my legs started to shake and the knot inside releasing the waves of constant pleasure.

jeremiah continues to finger me through my orgasm as i slowly come down from the high. i breath heavily and brush my fingers through my hair, he smiles at me with evidence of my orgasm glistening on his lips.

he fiddled with his shorts before pulling them down with his boxers. his erection slapping his six pack, he sighs from the relief of his tight boxers. he grabs a condom from my nightstand drawer before carefully rolling it onto his length.

my heart rate and breathing patterns regulate by the time he returns back to me. he hovers over me with support from his hands that are next to my head, “ready, baby?”

“fuck yeah,” i breath out, he kisses me quickly before lining himself up. i open my legs wider for him to give better access, jeremiah lets out a low groan as he enters into me,

“holy shit, y/n, you feel so good.”

my back curves upwards in reaction to his thick cock stretching my inner walls out, “fuck, jeremiah!”

he slowly starts to thrust into me, the two of us in a panting and moaning mess. jeremiah lowers himself to get more contact with my body, our sweaty chests touching each other. he connects our lips before quickening the pace of his thrusts.

i grab onto his shoulders before slowly clawing his back, making him throw his head back in pleasure. his necklace dangles over me, this moment needed to be engraved in my memory forever.

jeremiah fisher, his built body with defined shoulders and chest muscles shining in the moonlight from my window, his head throw back which showing the small veins in his neck, and his necklace hanging in front of me.

“i’m close,” he moans out as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. i squeeze his shoulders, feeling close to my second orgasm. i can feel him feeling open mouthed kisses on my neck and his thumb rubbing harsh circles on my clit.

he kisses the edge of my lips, “fuck, i know you’re close, baby. i can feel you squeezing on my cock.”

i feel my legs starting to shake, “harder, jere”

his hips move slower but snap harder, the tip of his length hitting my sweet spot harder than before.

“that’s it, baby” he pants, “fucking come on my dick.”

i let out a high pitch moan as my toes curl, fingernails scrapping down his muscular back, and my back arching in pure pleasure. i feel myself squeezing harder around him which resulted in him also releasing into the condom.

he slowly thrusts into me while his hands brush out the hairs from my face, “you’re so amazing, y/n, truly.” he whispers before pulling out.

my muscles relax and my eyelids start feeling heavy, jeremiah soon gets up to throw out the condom while also pulling his boxers on.

i raise my head up from the pillow as he leaves my bedroom, in confusion, i call out, “jeremiah?”

within seconds he returns with two glasses of water and a warm towel. he hands me a cup and tells me to relax as he slowly cleans me up.

we both crawl under my blanket, his arm instinctively wrapping around my waist to pull me closer, “i love you, my sunshine.” he mumbles into my hair and kisses my bare shoulder,

“i love you too, baby”

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Can I please request a Jeremiah x reader smut where it’s both of their first times! Smut but also cute and fluffy! Thank you ♥️

This is my first time writing for Jeremiah, please be nice. While I like him in the show - I am not team Jeremiah though -, I find him difficult to write about, so idk if I'll keep him on my list...

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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When it comes to losing your virginity, you've always wanted to wait for the right moment to do it. Maybe it was watching rom-coms and reading hundreds of romances that implanted this vision in your mind, or maybe it was just you wanting to make that big moment perfect, knowing you could never re-do it if you jinxed it…or worse, regret it.

‘’I have not,’’ Belly confessed quietly, shaking her head. ‘’Cam and I went on our third date. It’s way too early.’’ She picked at a loose thread on her shorts, not exactly comfortable talking about sex but feeling comfortable enough to talk about it with you. ‘’Have you and Jere..?’’

‘’No,’’ you said, excluding the other things you and Jeremiah had done that weren’t full-on penetrative sex. ‘’But we are thinking about it.’’

Belly’s attention snapped up. ‘’Oh?’’

You nodded, a light flush tinted your cheeks.

‘’Are you nervous?’’

You nodded again.

So many things could go wrong even if you make sure everything is perfect. You also heard some girls say it hurt the first time and that they bled, which scared you a little.

Belly grabbed your hand, pulling you from your thoughts. ‘’I may not know anything about sex, but what I know is that it’s Jeremiah. He loves you. There’s nothing to be nervous about,’’ she assured you.

A few weeks later, the day finally came.

Your mom was out at her book club meeting and your dad was at the country club, leaving the house to yourself for a few hours. Taking advantage of their absence, you texted Jeremiah to come over…and to bring the condoms.

It was bold and definitely had him grinning on his couch at home before making up an excuse to ditch Steven at video games and shower and get ready for the big event.

While Jeremiah was getting ready, you did the same. You put on matching bra and underwear, gave your hair an extra brush and spritzed yourself with Jeremiah’s favorite perfume of yours, lit some candles for ambiance although it was burning hot outside. You made sure everything was perfect.

Except it wasn’t perfect. 

Right when Jeremiah unhooked your bra, his phone started blaring loudly and wouldn't stop. After the fifth ring, Jeremiah answered and left, needing to pick up his mother at the country club. He said he could come back after, but the moment was already ruined.

By some miracle, you were presented another perfect opportunity a few days later.

Susannah was out with Belly and Laurel for a debutante dress fitting, Conrad was at the beach surfing, and Steven was with Shayla.

You and Jeremiah were having a swim in his pool to cool down from the sun. Summer was beautiful, but the heat was too much sometimes. Thankfully, Jeremiah had a nice pool, which you loved to take advantage of. As always, playful splashing turned into kissing and soon enough, you were making out.

You moved things upstairs to Jeremiah’s room for more privacy, and also because didn’t want your first time to be in a pool or on the Fisher’ back porch. 

‘’Careful!’’ Jeremiah reminded as the two of you hurried upstairs, leaving water all over the floors despite being wrapped in a towel. ‘’The floors are slippery when we—’’ 

You caught his arm in time before he could slip and fall, sending the two of you in a fit of laughter. The fun was interrupted when he backed you against the wall and kissed you in the hallway. You melted against him and let your towel drop. 

Jeremiah brought you to his bed, not caring about the wet patched your wet baiting suits would leave behind. It's not like you were going to keep them on for very long. 

Hands were all over each other's body, exploring and grabbing while you were kissing with desire. You undid the ties of your bikini, chucking it on the floor, then moved to your bottoms. Your whole body was on fire under Jeremiah's touch — you needed it all off. 

You reached for Jeremiah's shorts, helping him out because it was harder to take off when wet...and horny, but that's when Steven decided to walk in like he owned the place, catching sight of Jeremiah's bare ass. 

For the rest of the summer, you weren't able to find a good moment. Jeremiah was either working at the country club's pool, or someone was home. You could have snuck to an empty bedroom at a party, but a stranger's bedroom was nothing romantic for a first time. 

You were starting to get impatient so, one night he was supposed to drive you home, you made him pull over and stop the car. It was dumb and had high risks of getting caught, but you didn't care. 

‘’Are you sure?'' Jeremiah asked, seeing you pull your dress over your head. ''We don’t have to if you don’t.’’

You shook your head, looking right into his beautiful blue eyes. ‘’You’re my best friend, Jere. I want it to be you. I want it to be now.’’ 

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[bonesandchalamet]

the last night - c.fisher

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pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader

warnings: some angst?? + some fluff

a/n: kinda hate this!!! if you have any Conrad or Jeremiah requests my inbox is open!! there are NO spoilers to season 2 or book 2!!!

the thing with Conrad was that he never said what he wanted to say. he let opportunities and moments pass instead of stepping up and saying what’s on his chest.

you spent all summer chasing after his heart. living for the little lines of hope that he would give you every other night. he had the capability of making you feel like the most important girl in the world, only to tear it down and make you feel like the smallest the next day.

the final night of summer had finally fallen under cousins beach. it was the last night for anything. you could either leave your whole heart on the line, or walk away with your tail in between your legs scared of admitting the truth.

that was the ability August had on summer romances. it only lasts for so long until that dreaded month rolled around. the one that threatens everything.

“any plans?” Jeremiah asks. he slips into the lounge chair beside you. two of you soaking up the final rays as much as you could. you didn’t care if you left looking like a lobster, summer was officially ending.

“no,” you pause for a brief second before turning to him, “you?” you ask and tilt your sunglasses down your nose. his hair just reaches above his eyes, blond highlights from the summer scatter across his head.

“something with steven. you’re not hanging out with con?”

you shrug and turn your attention back to the pool where conrad swims laps. his heads underwater, you’re sure he can’t hear a thing when you turn back to his brother, “I’ll probably just stay in and pack.”

“that’s boring.” you hear from across the pool. your head swivels in the direction of his voice. he’s drying off with a towel sitting on the edge of his chair.

“well what are you doing then?” you bite back. watching him take a swig out of his beer, you roll your eyes in disgust. you can’t help but want those lips against yours despite the bitter contents against them.

he shrugs his shoulders in response. you watch him get up from the side of the pool and saunter his way over to you and Jeremiah, “something more entertaining than rereading that book, that you’ve read no more than five pages of.”

he picks the book up by the spine tossing it into your lap, the pages spill out against your stomach.

this was another thing you hated about conrad. how his words were always cold and bitter, even if you know he didn’t mean them the blow still hurt.

you feel nervous under his gaze. the way his eyes were hard on you before he slips into the summer house and you can breathe again.

you look over at Jeremiah who shrugs his shoulders and says, “august means he goes to school. no more him ruining my parade.”

there it is again. the reminder you didn’t need to hear: it was in fact august.

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summer with conrad was a rollercoaster. one minute, you were having the best time of your life. chasing the high of the ride. and then the next, your stomach was twisting in knots and sobbing into your pillow over the silly things he’s said.

maybe your friends back home were right. this should be the year you let go of conrad. this summer was his final chance to get it right.

except, summer was just starting to end. he never got his act right like you wanted, and you kept chasing him like you always did. god, he had the ability to make you look like a kid chasing after a balloon in the sky. so naive it’ll come down.

you’re seated in the back of Jeremiah’s car. Steven in the front seat, shayla beside you in the back. this was a now or never type of moment. you could go inside and convince conrad to join the last beach party of the year, or go alone.

“just go talk to him.” Steven turns to you in the back seat, “you’re the only one that can convince him.” his eyes are pleading for you to get out and go.

the boys would be fine without conrad, it was you they knew would regret the choice you made.

you huff out a sigh pushing open the car door and allowing it to slam behind you. you rush up those front steps and carefully place the door behind you.

you snuck up the stairs and without a thought in your mind, push open his bedroom door. lucky for you, he’s laying in bed.

“can I help you?” he crosses his arms over his crinkled blue t-shirt, eyes narrowing on yours and suddenly you’re speechless.

like all the words you wanted to say were stuck in your throat. you wanted to express how you wanted one last night with him, that the summer was over, and this was your last time together until next year. but you don’t find yourself saying that.

“there’s a beach party, did you want to go?”

you swallow the thick saliva in your throat. you suddenly feel like a little girl asking for your mom to extend your summer curfew. your fingers nervously toy with the loose ends of your shorts, your shoes anxiously tap against the creaking hard wood floor.

“I’m a little old for that.” he replies back turning to the book he’s snuck under the bed. you laugh, seeing it’s an identical copy to the one you’ve read each summer in cousins.

“its not even 8pm and you’re in bed reading? what a loser.” you scoff making him smile. it doesn’t happen often, the words you say only have the impact to make Steven or Jeremiah laugh, so this was a win. a smile was a win.

“what if I just want to spend time here with you?” he asks. the way his eyes shimmer under the nightstand light lure you in. how could you say no?

“it’s the last night of summer.” you say inching closer to the side of the his bed. you want to hang out with the people sitting in the car waiting for your arrival with him. but would you really skip the chance to have one last time alone?

his arm extends outward, finger tips grazing the back of your knee, “and?” he asks, head tilting upwards to look at you. he makes you swallow nervously. his stare turns butterflies in your stomach.

“and I want to spend it with you too.” you pull on his arm slightly, his weight too much for you to pull him upward out of bed, “so come join us will you? please?”

“alright, alright I’m coming.”

[ist4rgirlo]

── 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐜.𝐟 : 𝐕

Summary: Being Belly & Steven’s older sibling has it’s pros and cons. protecting them and taking care of them is a must, but do you really have to put their feelings first instead of your own?

Prev ; Next || Conrad Fisher x fem!reader || My blog

Warnings: angst, fluff, talking about panic attacks, swearing, crying (lmk if i missed anything!)

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It was the morning after the incident — thank god I woke up in my own room now. I was still exhausted, tired from last night. I never thanked that person that helped me last night, I never thanked him.

It was 9 in the morning, I decided to just stay in my room. I can’t face them — I just can’t, how can I? I’m still hurt from it, from what they said to me.

There was a knock on my door. “Come in!” I sat up and looked at the door — It was Steven. “Hey sis, goodmorning” Steven walked towards me, he was holding a plate with food in it. Gosh I love Steven, he was the only one who truly cared.

“Hey Steve” I said, looking up to him — smiling at him. “I got you breakfast” he said, titlting his head. He smiled, raising his shoulders.

I stood up and hugged him. We always had each other even from the start, even when we were little. He understands me and I understand him. That’s what I love about our relationship.

“Thank you, Steve. For everything”

“Ofcourse sis. Anything for you” Steven pulled away, rubbing my shoulders. “So, I heard that you had a panic attack last night. You want to talk about it?” He sat down — asking me to sit down with him. He placed the plate on my lap.

As I started to eat my breakfast, Steven said “It’s okay if you don’t want to, I can understand” looking at me — smiling gently.

I looked back at him “No it’s okay, we can talk about it. Just wanted to ask you, who told you?” He looked down, fidgeting with his fingers. He shouldn’t have asked — he thought.

“Oh uh, it was Conrad”

Ofcourse it was him, he was the one who helped me. He was the one who went up to me last night, at the beach.

“Oh, ofcourse” I said looking at him, I smiled — nodding. He just looked at me waiting for an answer. Waiting for me to tell him what the reason was behind my panic attack.

“It was just too much for me last night. I guess I just exploded. I never meant to yell at mom or Belly, I was just too tired. It was like I was in the middle of everything — it wss my first time having that incident, Steve. I thought I wouldn’t make it.” I told him, plopping down on my bed — sighing deeply, putting my arm over my eyes.

“I am so sorry that happened to you sis, I should’ve been there by your side — defending you, I should’ve followed you.” Steven’s voice was filled with worry, with disappointment. I might’ve struggled a lot last night, he thought.

Hearing the sadness in his voice, I sat up — putting my arms around his shoulder “Steve you shouldn’t be sorry, it’s okay. I’m okay now, don’t worry” I looked at him then I leaned my head on his shoulder while he leaned his head on top of my head.

“I got you always, sis. You know that”

“I do, Steve. I also got you, always. I am so thankful for you”

We stayed like that for a moment until Steven had to go because Laurel was calling for him — he had this thing with Shayla — it was probably about the deb ball.

TIME SKIP

After mopping around in my room and doing god know’s what, I decided to go get ready to go out. I couldn’t stay here in my room all day so I decided to go to the beach and get some fresh air.

As I walk downstairs, I saw Susannah — she was with Belly & Laurel in the living room. “Goodmorning, Y/N!” Susannah greeted me, I greeted her back then walked out of the door — completely ignoring my sister and my mom.

Conrad and Jeremiah were in the living room, playing games. I hesistated between going to him or not but I chose not to go to Conrad just to thank him for last night — it’ll just add fuel to whatever heat is going on between me and Belly. It was best to keep quiet and not say anything.

I went out of the door and went straight to the beach.

For me, beaches have a soothing ambiance that nothing can beat. The earthy and salty scents of the sea breeze. The sounds of the ocean and gulls. It calmed me, it is my way of coping.

“Hi, pretty girl” It was Jeremiah — I looked up to him then I pat beside me, telling him to sit down. “Hi Jere” I said smiling. He sat down letting me lean on him.

He put his arms around me, rubbing my shoulders “How are you? I heard you had a fight with Belly yesterday, they were talking about it earlier.” He said — brows furrowed.

“Interesting, I thought they were over it, I guess not. But yeah, we had a fight yesterday but I’m okay now. I don’t really care anymore” I shrugged — not really wanting to waste my time just thinking about that stupid fight that we had.

Jeremiah chuckled “It’s good that you’re unbothered about it right now. You shouldn’t waste your time on that, enjoy your last week here in Cousins!” I just smiled and nodded. I don’t want to promise him anything, knowing that I already made up my mind.

Jeremiah stood up, offering me a hand “You wanna go get ice cream?” he smiled widely — I nodded, giggling.

“So what you gonna get?”

“The usual”

“Coffee” we said at the same time. Jeremiah made a face, a dirty face.

“Ew” he said, teasing me. “Uh don’t you ever! I never teased you about your obsession with milk” I elbowed him in the stomach, he looked at me chuckling.

“I’m just kidding” he said smiling — wrapping an arm around my shoulder as we walked towards the ice cream shop.

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It was night now, they were all eating dinner but i’m here in the pool swimming — I didn’t feel like eating, it was too awkward for me plus I was still full from earlier because Jeremiah spoiled me with food too much.

I always loved swimming, ever since I was little. Swimming and the beach are one of the things that I love. Swimming just makes me feel a lot better, it make me keep my mind off of things.

I swam and just enjoyed the coolness of the pool. As I returned to the surface — I saw Conrad, a plate beside him, filled with food. He wasn’t smoking this time, he was just watching me swim.

“Hey” Conrad said, looking at me — smiling. I looked at him, I didn’t want to talk to him — I wanted to ignore, to get away from him. I can’t keep hurting my sister. Why is it so hard?

“Oh hi” I turned around, not wanting to look in his eyes. “Uhm, I got you food” Conrad said, I turned to him — I saw him holding up the plate with my favorite, “I made it” he smiled.

I turned and looked at him — confused, why was he doing this? Belly didn’t tell him that we had a fight? Did no one tell him about yesterday? but it’s impossible, he was the one who helped me when I was having a panic attack — maybe he never asked.

He looked at me, his smile faltered. “Hey what’s wrong? why are you ignoring me?” he asked, his voice laced with worry. “I am not ignoring you, Conrad. I’m just confused why you are here and why you made me that food” I looked at him — disappointment started to fill his face, his heart was slowly breaking.

“Oh, i’m sorry” he said, putting the plate down — looking down. I needed to do this — so he would stay away from me. I had to do it, for my sister, for me.

I swam to him — still keeping distance. “You don’t have to say sorry, I guess they just never told you what happened yesterday.” Conrad tilted his head, confused about what happened tomorrow.

“Well I never really asked.”

“Even though you saw me have a panic attack last night?”

“Yeah, it was your business. I didn’t want to just butt in it. I respect your privacy too” Conrad looked at me with his gentle blue eyes.

How can I stay away from him when this is how he cares for me?

“Me, my mom and Belly fought yesterday” I said before swimming away from him.

Conrad stood up, “What? Why did you guys fight?” his voice laced with concern, his brows furrowed — his lips started to frown.

“Well, Belly saw me getting out of your room yesterday” Conrad frowned, his shoulder slumped. Why were you the only one that Belly yelled at — he thought. Why did you have to take the blame?

Conrad’s heart was beating so fast, he wanted to hurt himself. He never wanted this, for Belly and Laurel to accuse you of something you didn’t do. “I am so sorry, Y/N. I-I should’ve been there for you, I should’ve defended you. I should’ve taken all the blame”

“Conra-“

“No… no it was all my fault. I shouldn’t have taken you to my room, now.. now Belly and Laurel is mad at you. I am so fucking sorry, i’m so stupid. Fuck!” He sat down, his head was in his hands. His face filled with frustration. He could’ve taken all the blame — he thought, it was his fault afterall.

I swam all the way to him, my hands on his knees. “Conrad it’s okay, breathe. I’m okay now, everything will be alright. Soon” I took his hand and removed it from his face, I caressed his face and wiped his tears.

He started to lean in but I backed away — I know where this was going — that’s what I thought but in his mind, all he wanted to do was hug me, was to be close to me because it felt like he was losing me, like he was going to lose me.

“Soon?” He asked — I swam all the way to the end of the pool and got out of the pool, he stood up — walking towards me, giving me a towel from the chair.

“I’m planning to go back home tomorrow.” I said, turning to him — we were now face to face. He looked at me with his brows furrowed.

“What? Why?” He said trying to reach for my hand but I pulled away. “It’ll just make things easier, Conrad. For everyone, for me.” I said looking up at him.

I had to stay away from him, this was the only way — was to go back early. I wanted to stay here in Cousins, I wanted to stay with Susannah but I just can’t. I can’t enjoy my last week here when all I can think about was about was him and Belly, together.

“You.. you don’t have to do that y/n. Please just stay, mom would want you to stay. I would never go near you again if that was the only reason why you wanted to go back home.” Conrad was panicking — trying to convince me to stay because he knew that whenever I was here, I never wanted to go back home. This time was different.

I looked at him, holding his shoulders gently, “Conrad, I have to do this. It would be easier for me to focus on college.” he pulled me closer and hugged me, his head was on my shoulder.

“I don’t want you to go, I don’t want to wait another year just to see you”

“Please Conrad. Let’s not make this hard for the both of us”

“It’s our last week, just please… please stay” Conrad pulled away, holding my shoulder gently — looking at me in the eyes.

I pulled away, I took my towel and started to walked towards the door. This conversation wouldn’t go anywhere, I don’t think anything can change my decision.

I went inside the house — I saw all of them in living room, Conrad was right behind me. Belly was about to stand up and walk towards me, probably to yell at me again because i’m with Conrad.

“Belly, come on. Stop it” Conrad looked at Belly, stopping her on saying anything bad. Belly looked at him — confused and mad because Conrad was defending me. “Nothing happened, I just talked to her so stop.” Conrad looked at everyone, making sure Laurel heard him too. He walked towards the couch and sat beside Steven.

“I’m planning on leaving tomorrow.” I said, as I walked towards the kitchen to get a drink. Jeremiah stood up from the couch after hearing me say that, “You’re leaving? why? it’s too early plus we’re leaving sunday, just stay.” he said walking towards the kitchen, grabbing me

I shrugged, “Just thought it would make things easier for everyone” I looked down, trying to stop myself from crying. I dont want to leave but they’re making it hard for me to stay.

“Oh special girl, do you really want to do that?” Susannah asked, her eyes filled with worry. She didn’t want me to leave but she didn’t want to push me into something I didn’t want to do.

I looked at her and nodded, “College is coming soon so I need to focus on that.” Laurel looked at me, she knew what the real reason was, she knew I was tired. She knew that I had to get away from her, from Belly, from all the problems.

Belly sat down beside Conrad then leaned her head on him “Well.. do you want me to help you pack?” she asked, looking at me. I looked at her, surprised that she’s talking to me.

“No, It’s alright. I already started packing earlier so I don’t think I need any help.”

“Oh uhm okay, I guess we’ll just see you when we get home?”

I just nodded before going upstairs to shower. I went in my room first to get my clothes then went straight to the bathroom to clean myself. I can finally let my feelings out.

I sat in the bathtub and cried and cried until I had no more tears to shed. In spite of the fact that I was on my last day here, Laurel did not seem to care at all, it hurt me to receive this type of treatment. However, I made the decision to leave early on my own. I must endure the pain, I must endure the suffering but it's okay , the pain will be over soon, it’ll be over tomorrow — I thought. I’m going to be alright.

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It didn't occur to me that Steven was having a difficult time as well, I thought I was the only one having a hard time. As I was crying in the bathroom, I did not realize that he was also crying outside listening to me cry — he was crying because I was crying. The reason he was crying was because he did not know what to do, what to say to me in order to keep me. He knew that no one would ever be able to change my decision. All he wanted was to spend time with his family, with Susannah, Conrad, and Jeremiah. Why did it have to be like this?

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I Dare You

Pairing: Jeremiah x Reader

Warnings: explicit, smut, 18+, unprotected sex, angst.

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Eli Pov

Huddled around the living room of the Fisher's summer house was not where I expected this night to go. Taylor came into town to play with Belly in the "Play it Forward" volleyball tournament and somehow managed to convince Jere and Conrad to stay home with us. Steven would've but he had to make an appearance with Shayla. "I'm gonna go get drinks and snacks Connie come help me yeah?", Jere gets up taking his brother with him. "So Eli you and Jeremy aren't like a thing right?", Taylor whispers to me. "Umm no we're just best friends kinda grew up in Boston together just never had the chance to make it out here till now.", my body subtly tenses up.

"Okay cool cause honestly, he is so fine I may just make a move on him while i'm here.", the confidence in her voice is deafening even at an indoor level of 3. "Go for it. He's a single guy who can date anyone he wants.", I want to vomit as the words leave my mouth. "Taylor you already went after Conrad don't you think it's a bit weird to go after his brother now?", Belly jumps in. "Do you want to have that conversation Cinderbelly?", a vicious tone decorated her words, and eyes glare in her best friends direction. "That was last summer and the boys and I are fine. Conrad is just a dick.", Belly rolls her eyes.

"I'm gonna leave you guys to umm..yeah.". Rushing out of the room I end up bumping in my curly-haired best friend in the kitchen. "Hey Eli everything okay?", his hands were resting on my arms sending bolt of electricity through me. "Just coming to see if you needed any help.", instinctively I pull away propping myself against the wall to keep my cool. "No I think we are all good. I even got you your favorite chips, Ruffles.", he boasts in a sing-song voice. "Well don't you just know me so well.", my words offer a pat on the back before we head back to the living room.

"Taylor, are you excited for the game tomorrow? I know Bells has been bouncing off the walls all summer.", Jeremiah asks plopping next to her but, across from me. My stomach churns at the sight, I have no reason to be jealous this is a normal sight for me to see quite literally. Parties, at school, even when we just go to the mall they drawn to him like moths to light not that I blame them. Jeremiah Fisher is the light at the end of the tunnel, always has been. Taylors body leans against his both laughing at some inside joke that came u in the last 10 seconds.

"Eli, why don't you pick the game we play?", Conrad playfully pushes my arm. "Um I don't know what games do you guys have here?", I ask. "Truth or dare!" Belly yells, everyone agrees stuffing snacks into their mouths. "Sounds like fun.", I manage the words but, not sure if I actually mean them. "Jeremy, truth or dare.", shocker Taylor starts us off. "Truth.", his eyes lock on mine for a second though it feels longer. We've been friends for so long he knows when i'm upset by the slightest turn off my lip. I can feel him checking up on me in this small stare. Once he is reassured he turns back to Taylor.

"Boring but, whatever. Is it true that you lost your v-card when you were 14?", Taylor smirks in his direction. It bugs me how intrusive she can be but, she ain't my best friend. "Umm actually no. I'm still a virgin.", Jeremiah explains. I can see the heat rise to his cheeks, the hint of embarrassment becoming apparent in his features. Conrad clearing his throat brings us all back from our dazes, "Belly truth or dare?". "I'm feeling dangerous hint me with a dare.", her smile brightens the room, everyone soon forgetting about the last 2 minutes.

From across the way I shoot him a reassuring smile, and nod of comfort a thing usually reserved for when we have the classes and need vote of confidence back home. His wide-tooth smile tells me he got the message, my body feeling like it's floating. "I dare you to drink pickle juice straight out of the jar and not tell the moms.", Conrads throws his challenge in Belly's direction earning a laugh from the rest of us. "So mature Conrad.", Taylor cackles at his childishness. "Easy.", Belly's confidence oozes out of her tone as she strides to the kitchen grabbing the huge jar of pickles.

After a struggle..or two Jere helps her get the lid off. She brings the jar to her lips and drinks the juice until Conrad stops her though it wasn't before he finished laughing his ass off. Our laughs all mix in the air the game continuing and everyone getting a stupid truth or childish dare, the more the game went on the closer I noticed Belly's best friend got closer to Jere till she was practically in his lap.

"Eh sorry guys. I hate to ruin the fun but, I think i'm gonna head out to the dock and get some fresh air.", the words leave my lips and my feet carry me to my destination, everyone's eyes following my every move. I can hear a few whispers closing the door behind me, rather than allowing that to stick I listen to the sound of Cousins. This is my first time here, for years Jeremiah has begged me to come and meet everyone, experience the summers he has loved his entire life but I never could make it because parents wouldn't let me or they planned some stupid family vacation that wouldn't come to par with The Fisher's summer house.

The salt-water air filled my nostrils with a feeling of warmth and comfort, soft hums of the water soothe my body. Susannah loves to take photos and sends any and every picture she gets of Jere and I to me, sometimes she will sneak in just him alone to make my day..damn her mother's intuition either that or my feelings are just stupidly obvious to everyone except the person that matters. The moment of each picture replays in my mind from the time we were baking a cake for Susannahs birthday and Jere let the batter go everywhere when we tried to mix it, to our most recent junior prom photo.

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~Flash Back~

"Come on E you have to go it's the law.", he argued. "There's no law saying I have to go to prom. Besides, I'd rather just have a movie night we can get munchies and just chill.", I whine. "But it's PROM! As in once in a lifetime high school experience, you're only a junior one time this is our time!", his blue-eyes sparkled when he talked about this one night that seemed to mean the world to him..how could I ignore that?

"Okay, fine but I refuse to third wheel with you and your date.", my tone a bit colder than I intended. "Technically, you're the second wheel.", he bumps his shoulder into mine. "Wait huh?", the confusion prominent though my heart was secretly doing flips i'm surprised it didn't give out. "Oh I didn't mention that part? Well, you agreeing to go to prom isn't just agreeing to go to some school function it's also saying you'll go with me? You're my best friend there's no one else I'd rather enjoy the night with. Plus if i'm your date one you are practically guaranteed a good time and two it may just be the one thing you need to get you more involved in school functions.", he winks in my direction causing my knees to go weak.

"One seems like a pity date and two why do I need to be involved again?", I attempt to argue rather than show his effect on me. "We're gonna be seniors next year and I wanna experience it all with you. We've been friends since we were six, gone through elementary school together were we always went to the dances together even if I had to bribe you with a snow one afterwards. Middle school where puberty was awkward for us both, which we made a pact to never speak of so I shall move on. Lastly, first day of freshmen year we vowed to do this whole thing together same as always. The future is coming and it is sometimes really scary to me to think about not seeing you everyday or having you around all the time.", his words are laced with sorrow towards the end, our usual happy go lucky Jere now petrified of what's coming.

"You are so lucky I love you Fisher. Of course i'll go with you. Here's what I propose you give me the best night of my life and I'll personally ensure you the best senior year ever.", I stick out my pinky as means of demonstrating the seriousness of my proposition. "You drive a hard bargain ma'am but, I shall agree.", his smile is back and wide. With our pinkies intertwined we kiss the index finger knuckle of our own hand solidifying this promise.

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"Hey stranger why'd you run off?", a familiar voice jolts me out of my thoughts, the promise echoing in my ears. "Oh hey J. Just needed some air.", I force a smile. "Game got boring after you left. Besides, you seemed down had to make sure my favorite girl was okay.", he playfully bumps my side. "I'm okay.". "That's a lie come on tell me.".

"Shouldn't you get back to Taylor.", I spit a bit more aggressively than anticipated. "Ah there it is.", he pokes at me. "Taylor is just being Taylor she flirts with everyone. I'm not into her like that.", he adds. "It wouldn't matter if you were. She's everyone's type.", masking the sadness in my words was harder than I thought. "Not mine.", I can feel his hand moving closer to mine resting on the dock.

"What's your point Jere?", the harshness in my voice seems to set him off. "Could you quit with the self-loathing my god can't you see how much I care about you?". "I know how much you care. You've spent our entire friendship proving it to me.", my words a bit calmer. "But clearly you don't know me.", disappointment crystal clear in his words. The air felt dense, an uncomfortable feeling for us. I can tell there is something on his mind but am terrified of what it could be.

"Just say it Jere. Whatever is on your mind please just say it.", the tears well in my eyes but, I do my best to hide them. "Eli, I've known you since elementary school god I even remember the moment like it was yesterday. It was snack time after recess and Gina had stolen your Scooby-Snacks, you tried to get them back but she stuck her tongue out at you and ran away tossing the empty bag onto the floor next to you. So I gave you my Goldfish now while they aren't as good as the Scoobs I figured you needed the snack more than I did.", a smile creeps onto my face.

"You told me your mom packed you two snacks that day however, Conrad debunked that lie later on. I was crying because I only got Scoobies once a week and that was my last bag until my mom got paid...leave it to Jeremiah Fisher to be my knight in shining armor.".

"That day I knew that no matter what it took I needed you to be in my life. Soon enough we were best friends doing anything and everything together everyday of my life I prayed to god to let me keep you and vowed to care for you.", his words were genuine laced with a sentiment I rarely hear.

We've always told each other everything, and sure we have plenty of deep-conversations but, never like this...it's slightly terrifying. "You've done that. You're there for me, and push me to do all the things i'm afraid of. Never allowing me to miss out on life, taking me out to dances or pep rallies or even just to a random bowling night hell you drag me to parties I wouldn't be caught dead at. I spent so much of my childhood reading to escape the real world but with you J I love the real world.", it takes a beat before I realize we are face to face.

"I love you Eli, always have.", his blue eyes soften the slightest glimpse of a sparkle present most likely a reflection of the moon. "I love you too Jere. You know that.",  an earnestness in my voice catches him off-guard. "As more than my best friend.", he tacks on with a hint of nervousness. "Way more than that.". “Truth or dare.”, he asked confusing the hell out of me. “Huh?”. “Truth or dare.”, he reiterates.

“Dare”, my voice is above a whisper.

“I dare you to kiss me.”, his light blue eyes are searching mine for some type of sign.

A wave of confidence washed over me and the next few moments were slightly out of character but, I didn't care. My hands grabbed ahold of his button up and smashed my lips against his. It takes him a second to register my movements before he returns my actions, his strong hands keeping me as close as possible pulling away only for the quickest of air our lips still brushing against the others.

"I've wanted to do that for such a long time.", he is breathless while keeping our foreheads together. "Believe me so have I.", I giggle. "So what does all this mean?". Way to be a buzzkill Jere I think in my head.

"I want you Jeremiah now and always in every way possible.", the words floated into the air as if to sink into his head. The look in his eyes getting brighter by the second. Without another word or even simple thought we are making our way back to the house. "Hey guys! We're gonna go meet Shayla and Steven at the party its wild ya'll wanna come?", Conrad bombards us when we make it into the backyard.

We collectively hide the last few moments by answering quickly.."No, it's okay probably gonna head to bed.". We have been together too long and frankly that may have been to quick of an answer. "Okay weirdos.", Taylor snickers. "I swear they are like Siamese twins.", Conrad jokes before walking away with the two girls trailing behind. Walking into the house the blonde boy breaks the silence, "Can I be honest about something?".

"Always.", by gently intertwining our fingers it provides him some comfort so he can continue his thought . "I begged my mom to let you stay in my room. I kinda promised her that I would sleep on the floor or that we could even try to get two beds in there. You didn't know Belly and I wanted you to be comfortable.", a hint of pink hits his cheeks, the similar heat rising in my face. "I appreciate that. Staying with Belly isn't too bad but, I also wouldn't have minded staying in your room.", I lead us up towards his living quarters.

"Where are we going?", he raises his eyebrows. "To be together. Something that should've happened a while ago.", I smile softly. The butterflies in my stomach are sent into a frenzy, initiating anything is completely out of character for me but, I'd be lying if I didn't say there was a bit of a rush that excited the hell out of me.

"Eli are you feeling okay?", he asks me when we make it to his room. "Do you want this? Us?", I propose the question dangling above us. "More than anything I thought we made that one clear.", the warmth of his hands cups my cheeks allowing me to lean into the touch. "Then prove it.", my eyes were fixated on his, a mix of lust and love beginning to form. "Are you sure?", he was searching for any sign of hesitation in my features and when he was sure there was none I found myself pinned to the wall.

"Once we do this there's no going back?", his voice was raspy and almost breathless the feeling of his hands digging into my skin sure not to hurt me. Rather than provide an answer I press my lips against his with a sense of hunger neither of us knew was possible from me. "Mmm, please I need words. Verbal consent.", though he was in a trance the fact he was still asking sent shivers down my spine in the best way possible.

"Yes Jere. Please I want you.", my eyes meet his pleading for his touch. He presses his lips against the skin of my neck, allowing his hands to travel around my body. A sense of urgency and hunger began to rise between us as soft moans escape my lips. My fingers tug at the hem of shirt removing it, the tips of his fingers dancing along my hips.

After gathering some momentum I manage to move us over the bed, my body landing ontop of the soft duvet his long, muscled body hovering over me leaving love bites along my neck. "Mmm", a few hums leave my now swollen lips while my fingers tangle themselves in Jere's hair. I have wanted this moment for so long I'm not sure I'm even that nervous I trust this boy more than anything, he would never hurt me or do anything I didn't want to. Every time he kisses or even grazes my body it's as if I'm on fire, a feeling that I never want to lose.

"A penny for your thoughts my love.", a look of curiosity decorated his features, a glimmer of concern taking presence in his ocean-blue eyes. "I just..I've thought about this moment for god knows how long and I'm glad it's you here with me now.". "Me too. God I love you so much.", he pecks my lips softly. "I love you more.", I whisper. HIs fingers begin to fumble with the button of my shorts intent on removing the denim from my skin.

In the midst of him removing my bottoms I catch a glimpse of the bulge fighting his swim shorts. "So I wanna know something?", he inquires drawing his hands up and down my side. "What would that be?", I bite my bottom lip.

"What happens when I kiss you here?", a soft kiss is planted on neck under my ear; I moan.

"Or here?", the collar bone causes me to shudder slightly.

"Here?", his lips trial down my chest, the heat between my legs rising.

"Best for last.", as soon a kiss lands on my thighs I'm afraid I could come undone just from this.

"Quit teasing.", I manage doing everything I can to keep my legs apart. "Needy are we?", his smirk is devilish. He runs his thumb over my mound, my backing arching off the bed. The motion continues while my thighs become decorated with hickeys...how the hell can I hide those in the summer? "Fuck Jere.", I can't help but whimper in pleasure begging for more. Within mere seconds his tongue and fingers join together causing immense pleasure pushing towards an edge I have never accomplished myself.

Every pump of his fingers collided with the lap of his tongue, my hands were tangled in his blonde locks pulling him closer if that were possible. I began to grind against his mouth the heat rising in my belly reaching my peak. Vibrations of his mouth against me was the last thing to push me over the edge. "Fuck!", my body releases covering his face in my juices. "You taste amazing baby.", he coos wiping his lips with a near by towel. A rush of pink hits my cheeks and I wanna hideaway which is odd to say when I'm physically and emotionally nude in this current moment.

"You're so beautiful Eli.", his eyes trail along my body as if he would be tested on every curve, dip and beauty mark that covered me. Without another word I connect our lips in a loving, passionate kiss. With enough strength I manage to flip us over, leaving me on top and taking him by surprise. I like this new found confidence I have.....

My kiss leaves his lips and works their way down his chest, the soft hums from him filling my ears with bliss. "Baby I need you.", he manages breathlessly, as I remove his swimming trucks..my eyes widen at his size less with fear and more with surprise while precum drips down him slightly. The tip of my thumb runs over it earning a moan from Jeremiah, fueling my confidence. My arms carry me over his body, his tip rubbing against my entrance soliciting a shudder from us both.

I slide onto him slowly wincing at the initial feeling that was soon overcome with pleasure when I began to rock my hips. "Oh god just like that.", his voice sounds dazed, while his hands grip my hips guiding my movements. My lips dance around his neck, as my hips make circular motions our moans mixing together praying no one has returned home early. He gathers his strength and flips us over taking over the motions thrusting at a good rhythm, the moment full of exploration and passion.

“I’m close Jere.”, I finally manage. The skin on my body is covered in hickeys, sweat glistening on us both. “Me too baby.”, he groans. The build up began in my stomach and grew more as my climax approached soon to take us both over. His body collapsed on top of me as we rode out our highs him still resting inside of me. “We didn’t use protection.”,I breathlessly say. “I’ll get a pill for you.”, he says planting a kiss on my head.

“That was..woah.”. “You’re telling me.”. We both laugh and clean ourselves up a soreness beginning to take presence between my legs. “I really hope Belly and Taylor don’t ask me to play volleyball tomorrow.”, I giggle. “Sounds like you’re coming down a cold to me which means cuddles and movies all day just you and me.”. He chuckles tossing me his hoodie.

“I dare you to try that.”. I pull the fabric over my body. “And I dare you to be mine.”, his muscled arms pull me to his body. “I’ve always been yours Jeremiah Fisher.”. My lips collide with his once more.

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The Girl Next Door- Part 2

A/N: Hey! Here is Part 2! Sorry it's not much, I've been away and haven't had much time to write, but part 3 is already in the works so it'll be out soon!

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Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2

Jeremiah Fisher x OC! Isabella Sullivan

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I dragged Ella with me across the sand to my car. Together we maneuvered a wasted Conrad into the backseat, and as we went to get into the car ourselves we both stopped before our butts reached the seats.

“Steven! Fuck!” We said in unison, meeting around the back of the car.

“I’ll look at the dunes, you look by the water, meet at the car,” Ella said and we split. Like idiots, we split because when I found Steven by the water being practically carried by Shayla I went back to the car and now couldn’t find Ella. I pulled out my phone to call her right when a flashlight shone through my driver's side window.

“You kids been drinking?”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

If I call her now she will be ratted out to the cops with the rest of us and Ella's parents would kill her. The Sullivans were pretty chill with letting her be independent but they were strict with her about grades, and image, Mr. Sullivan being one of the most successful lawyers in Massachusetts and all. The Sullivans were an influential family in the area and that came with responsibilities. Plus Ella has been dreaming of Harvard since when we were little. Her Dad went to Harvard Law and she grew up in love with the school. I can’t blame her, if I was as smart as her I’d go to Harvard in a second. It’s a beautiful school, she’ll fit right in. 

She’ll fit right in if she doesn’t have underage drinking on her record. 

I couldn’t call her.

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After being followed home by the cops, they walked us in and spoke to Laurel. That was it, barely a slap on the back. I left Ella for that. I raced up to my room, ready to practically shoot myself out my window to go back out and find her. But as I turned to my window I saw Ella, sitting on the closest branch, tapping on the glass. Urgently I opened it and helped her inside.

“I’m so so sorry, I dipped. I just saw the cops by your car when I got to the top of the hill and I didn’t mean to ditch you guys, but I got so worried about-”

I silenced her when I pulled her tight into me for a hug. Her arms wrapped around my neck as one of mine held her waist and the other cradled the back of her head. I breathed in her scent, reassuring myself she was safe. She was with me. I pulled back slightly, pushing her hair behind her ear.

“You’re sorry? Of course you dipped, I get it! I left you! I was gonna call you but then I didn’t want you to take the fall with us-” She pulled me back in. With her face buried in the crook of my neck, I was effectively silenced.

“Thank you.” 

We stayed there for a moment, a comfortable silence washing over us. I could stand with her all night, screw sleep. But we both started work tomorrow, so when she pulled back, I let her. 

I expected her to release her arms, say bye, turn around, and leave. However her arms stayed stationed around my neck, and she just stared into my eyes, mine looking right back at her. I swear I could feel the energy between us shift. Our bodies are still close together as I shift my gaze to her lips, and when I meet her eye line again it appears her eyes are wandering back up again too. Had she looked at my lips?

I let my hands move from her waist to graze up and down her back. The selfish part of me had them sit a little bit lower on her body when I was done. She melted into me then, head falling against my chest as her arms slid down from my neck to hold the tops of my arms. I heard her exhale as well as felt her breath against me. She used her hold on me to push me back while simultaneously pulling back herself, but before she got too far I landed a quick kiss to the top of her head. Once I saw her face again she was smiling.

“Drive me to work tomorrow?” She asked. She was lifeguarding with me at the club and Steven was working the concession.

“Come over a little earlier and I'll make you breakfast.” I winked at her and she laughed. 

“Oh, how could I resist the delicate science that is your morning eggs?” He both laughed together now, but I felt my heart deflate as she walked back over to my window and swung a leg out to the branch. 

“See you tomorrow J.”

“See you tomorrow Sunny.”

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I’ll always remember that day. We were 13, Ella sat at the table while Conrad made some sandwiches for lunch on the counter. I hadn’t known she was over when I came in the back door from the pool.

“Oh, hey Sunny!” She looked at me as I stood next to Conrad observing his sandwich-making skills. I could make a better sandwich.

She was smiling, but a bit of confusion could be read from her eyes and eyebrows. “Well, that’s a fun new nickname. Where’d that come from?”

I furrowed my brows, “What do you mean Conrad and Steven call you that all the time?” 

Conrad looked at me then, then to Ella, looking confused himself. “Bro, no we don’t.” He and Ella laughed together and I felt myself growing a bit embarrassed. He held out a plate with Ella’s sandwich as she walked up to the counter to grab it. 

“Yes, you do! I hear you all the time!”  I tried defending myself. Conrad went still, jaw open, before breaking out in a big laugh.

“Dude we call her Sulli! Like, Sullivan? Her last name dumbass!”

Ella now stood at my side, resting her plate on the counter as she stood with us. My cheeks burned amber. How did I mishear that? Conrad laughed, and though I saw Ella trying to hold in her laughter, some giggles slipped through. 

Conrad walked over to the fridge to put things away, and as we were out of his view Ella put her hand on my arm and leaned up to whisper in my ear. 

“I like it. I’ve never had a cute nickname like that before.” And by the time she pulled away, my frown had turned into the giddiest smile. 

From then on, she was my sunshine, my Sunny.

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Midnight Grapes

Pairings: Conrad Fisher x Fem! Reader summary: Y/n wants love so she decides that the best thing she could do is eat grapes on New Years Eve. warnings: fluff, kinda short. a/n: This one is a little bit short but I hope you guys are enjoying the little series. Lots of love!!

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Y/n always looked for love, she had so much love to give but felt herself falling in a pit of loneliness. Sususan had always told her that her time would come and that she would be destined to end up with one of her boys. Something that she didn’t hate at all, ever since she knew Conrad Fisher, all she could think about was him. But in the meantime all she could do was wait. She had been single long enough and quite frankly she was tired of everyone having a partner beside her.  Steven was dating Shayla, Belly was dating Cameron and Jeremiah was being Jeremiah. So besides her the only quote on quote single person was Conrad but he would occasionally hook up with anyone that he pleased which left the girl desperate. She didn’t want to spend another summer watching where kids make out with people while she would awkwardly stand on the sides. This year was going to be different, 2023 was her year.

So she did her research and the best thing she decided that was going to help her out was to eat 12 grapes under the table on New Years, so that’s what she did. When the 31st of december came around the corner Y/n held onto a bowl of grapes. She would jump into conversations with anyone that came around her but the only thing on her mind was getting under the table when the clock hits 11:59.

“You seem a little bit quiet.” Conrad said while looking down at her. He notices the bowl in her hand and tries to reach in to grab a grape which Y/n quickly avoids by slapping his hand away.

“Get your own grapes Conrad, these are not for you” Y/n said while covering her hand not letting him touch the bowl.

“Didn’t they teach you in kindergarten that sharing is caring?” Conrad said, raising and eyebrow at her.

“hilarious, but I need this grapes for a thing I saw online. So if you excuse me in two minutes I’ll be enjoying my grapes.” She said glaring at him and getting on her knees to get under the table.

“Oh, you're doing that grape thing Jeremiah was talking about last week? I thought you were joking” Conrad said confused as he watched her get comfortable.

“Well, sweetheart, does that look like a joke to you?” She gasped when Conrad let her talking alone, but she decided it was best to stay there because if she followed him she wouldn’t be under the table when she started eating the grapes. She looked at the clock watching it tick by slowly.  Y/n could hear the people in the party slowly preparing for the countdown but her thoughts got interrupted by Conrad sitting next to her under the table.

“I thought you said this was a joke” Y/n said while spotting Conrad’s bowl filled with grapes.

“I still think it is, but if it works I can’t be the only one that doesn’t have a partner. So shut up and eat your grapes” Conrads said, taking bites of the grapes in his hands. Y/n followed his actions, eating the grapes as quickly as they could in a minute.

“To have a girlfriend this year,” Conrad said, raising the last grape towards her.

“To have a boyfriend this year” Y/n responded, holding up her last grape.

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Y/n got up from her couch from the loud noises coming from her front door. Her plans of the day consisted of staying in bed and watching romance movies while drowning herself in chocolate  but right now her plans are being ruined. She groans, nearly dragging her body to get the energy to open the door. She slowly opens the door and her mouth quickly opens when she takes the view in front of her. There he was, Conrad Fisher, in all his glory holding a big bouquet of flowers and a sign that read Will you be my valentine?. Maybe the grapes really were in her favor.

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The perfect summer 🌺

All eyes might be on Belly this summer but there’s one person who’s not looking

Info: (series idea)

Y/N is Belly and Stevens younger sister

Follows the plot of the show

Belly is a year older

Reader x Jeremiah

Conrad x Belly

Steven x Shayla + Steven x Taylor

Reader drinks

Female reader

Swearing and some crude humour

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ive decided that once im on summer break (which is in two weeks for me here), i will gladly write for tsitp, i'll be taking suggestions for it so if anyone wants to send some in, please do!!

I'll mostly only write jeremiah x reader, or even steven x reader if anyone's even into that 😭 and i'll do shayla x reader too if that's a thing people wanna see. (i'm just not a conrad girl, i'm sorry yall!!)

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As a Delena who ships Bellyjere I get annoyed at the hypocrisy of Stelenas in the fandom who criticize Conrad for kissing Belly at the end of season 1 because he was suspicious of her and Jere when seeing Jere reject a girl's kiss and Steven told him about Shayla's theory but refuse to hold Stefan accountable for seeing Katherine after Damon did and actually saying in 1x6 he knew of Damon's feelings but didn't care because he wanted Katherine. I don't think Conrad is a worse brother even though I think he's a worse love interest for Belly and think both brothers are manipulative and poor at communicating and understanding each other and flawed in general. I didn't have a ship preference before season 2. I dislike Conrad in the books and do see him as a worse brother in there but in the show he's more considerate and I hope they don't make him as unlikable as the books next season. Conrad knew Belly had feelings for him before he kissed her but she never told him she liked Jere and she was responsible for kissing him back so Conrad doesn't deserve more hate than her for that. Damon told Stefan if he didn't chase Katherine he would and he started dating her while on leave from war and when he went back Stefan started pursuing Katherine. Stefan literally said in 1x5 "He claims he was with her first...All I know is that I've done things I'm not proud of." Even during Stefan's love confession he said he knew he was in competition with Damon for her affections. Damon confessed first, which is why after overhearing Stefan he asked Katherine if his love wasn't enough. He also got jealous of Damon gifting Katherine a necklace and told her to leave Damon for him. Katherine would refuse to kiss Stefan in public when he tried to kiss her at the ball since she was cheating with him and it was public she was with Damon, being comfortable kissing Damon in public places like a store because she was with him first. They blame Conrad for not knowing about Jere and Belly since he saw him leaning away from the girl's kiss but don't blame Stefan for not knowing Damon and Elena slept together when he saw Damon leaning away from Charlotte when she tried to kiss him even though Stefan knew the reason for the breakup was Elena's feelings for Damon.

Hi Anon! Sorry for taking so long to reply, I don't even know if you do even remember this ask but since I'm here. First, I have to clarify that I'm a Delena shipper as well, but I'm on the Conrad x Belly ship all the way. There has been a lot of discussion between whether Conrad is more of a Stefan or a Damon. Have to admit, it's confusing even to me, someone who dislikes Stefan quite a lot and loves a Conrad an awful lot. Howewer, as much as I dislike Stefan I can see the similarities that can be brought upon the two of them. It is true that Stefan's more quiet, introverted nature goes better with Conrad's own personality. However, the dynamics, inner selfs, as well as the burdens Damon and Conrad carry within them, brings them together. So, to me Conrad=Damon. I could dig deeper into this but it will have to be another time. Also, taking into account that I take their prevampire selfs as the blueprints, Damon was a sentitive, introverted boy who was in love with Katherine. He wasn't as extroverted as he becomes once he's been converted but guess who was? Oh right, Stefan. To me prevampire Stefan behaved like a jock would behave in high school. He grew up admiring his vile father while Damon despised him and Stefan couldn't understand why Damon would leave the war for starters. In this sense, I see Damon as the castaway sensitive boy and Stefan as, again, the jock. The jock who would persue the girl even knowing his brother loves her. I'm not gonna take into consideration Katherine's possible use of spells here, the thing with the eyes, compulsion, I think it's called, cause I believe Katherine to be honest when she said she wasn't doing any tricks on them and all the feelings involving that triangle were real and genuine, even if Stefan likes to deny it (fun fact I actually really like Stefan and Katherine together, I would've paired them together at the end but I think that just may be me) Anyways, points being made I think that Stefan should be held accountable for getting himself in that triangle, as well as, of course, the main offender for it, Katherine. Now, Conrad didn't know about Belly and Jere in any way. Belly may have been wrong here, but they were all teenagers really and if the boy you've always loved finally confesses his love, wouldn't you forget about everything and kiss him? I know I would. Well to sum this mess up, I'd say that I guess why Stelenas who are Conrad x Belly might be biased. We're all biased in these fandoms, me more than so. My preferences and my allegiances been stated I wouldn't held Conrad accountable because as I said, he didn't know and I would held Stefan, but I think he's aware of his selfishness and that's why he's so focus on being a good person(vampire?) throughout the show. Hope this answer satisfied you if you're reading this🧡​