#Jeremiah fisher fic

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Sparks

Pairing - Jeremiah Fisher x Fem!Reader Summary - Jeremiah goes to you for everything, and when you give him a vital piece of love advice, it dawns on him that he is, in fact, in love with you. Warnings - None? Slight mention of underage drinking. Words - 2K

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As was common, Jeremiah was at a loss for his several hookups. And, as was even more common, he went to you to debrief and to ask for advice. While he had hookups and situation-ships way more than you did (or anyone in Cousins for that matter), he struggled with how to manage them. At least he did until he started asking you for advice.

He threw himself onto your bed, forcing you to shut the book you had been deep inside. There, staring up at the ceiling, he let out a huff. "What, or should I say who, is it this time?" You raised your brow at him, watching as Jere's wide pupils stared up to the ceiling as if he were replaying some memory over and over.

"Luke." He let the name out in a sigh. "And, And!" He suddenly added as if he had almost forgotten in his daydreaming gaze, "Abi."

He finally sat up, staring at you with them puppy eyes you could never resist. "Two?" You questioned.

"Yes." He said, barely embarrassed by such fact; at this point, it was to be expected. "Reframe from any criticism please."

"I'm not gonna criticise you, Jere." You told him, a sweet smile gracing your lips. "If anything, I don't see what the problem is here."

He took a second before shrugging, "I just- I feel wrong, you know? Guilty." He explained. "Like I'm going behind their backs."

"Okay then, well you either need to tell them both the truth or pick one."

Jeremiah thought about the options for a moment and ran both scenarios through his head until making his decision. "I have to pick one." He said before looking at you, uncertain, "Right?"

"If that's what you want." You comforted him.

At that, he let himself fall once more. This time, right into your lap as he made a dramatic sigh as if this decision was a life-changing one. "What if I don't know what I want?" He questioned, gazing up at you, his sea-blue eyes catching you into his trap.

You let a sniffle of a laugh as you looked down at him, "Oh, trust me Jere, you've no idea what you want. But, that's okay too, sometimes you have to experiment with different people until you know what you want." You went on.

That seemed to spark another question for him, one of which wouldn't leave his head for the next few weeks: "How do I know? Like, how do I know that this is someone who I want a relationship with? A proper relationship, not just a hookup."

For that, you needed to think. As much as you gave Jereimah advice after advice, that was a question he had never asked. "I suppose it has to be someone you feel that spark with. But not just a sexual spark." As you were certain Jere sometimes mistook it for. "A spark that reaches to a deeper, emotional level. Where you feel safe but excited at the same time. A balance, I guess." That was what you assumed anyway. You hadn't had many successful relationships yourself.

But your words had seemed to prompt something for Jere. His eyes washed away, his mind sucking him into his thoughts. Until, after a long moment, he sat back up and with furrowed brows, asked, "How do you know all this? It's not as if you're happily married."

"No need to remind me." You giggled, slapping the side of his forearm.

Of which he chuckled at and defended himself, "I'm serious! You talk all this wise shit and can't even get yourself a date."

You could have scoffed, "I can get myself a date, thank you."

"Really? When was the last time you went on one?"

Then you did scoff, grasping the pillow from behind you and chucking it at Jeremiah's head, only erupting more laughter from the both of you. "You are so rude!"

Only once your mini pillow fight died down and Jeremiah returned home, did that question take over his whole mind. He strolled into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of milk as he thought over it: how did he know? The only time he felt a spark that wasn't sexual- well, he couldn't quite remember. Everything you had described, the safety but excitement, the emotional connection (and the sexual), well the only person he could ever even suggest he had felt that for was you.

"What's up with you?" His brother's voice broke him from the glare he had been giving the countertop.

His eyes widened, "Huh?"

Conrad and Belly, who had been trailing behind him, both giggled. "You're just a bit...out of it, you know?"

"Thinking."

"That's a first." Conrad laughed.

Jeremiah snapped, "Hey!"

"Go on then," Belly pushed, "What is it you're thinking about?"

The boy sighed, replaying your words once more. "A spark."

"Why's a hookup causing you an existential crisis?" Questioned Conrad, watching his brother in such a focused state that it was becoming a concern.

"It's not a hookup." Jere admitted. "It's Y/n."

Suddenly, that name peaked Belly's interest. She leaned closing, placing her elbows on the kitchen island as she watched the boy carefully, "What about her?" She prompted.

"I went to her for advice, as I always do, and now I can't get it out of my head. She was explaining how for love, you need a spark, an emotional connection, safety..." He stopped there, ever so stunned by his recent realisation.

"And?" Belly pushed on, one brow raised.

Jeremiah sucked in a breath, not making eye contact with either of them as he said, "She basically just described everything I feel for her."

He looked at his brother and his best friend. It was silent. At least for a moment as he took in their unreadable expressions; were they stunned? Embarrassed? Futile? Then, breaking the silence came Conrad's laugh. "You have a crush on Y/n, great." He shook his head. "It took you long enough."

Jere's brows instantly furrowed as he straightened his back, "What? How did you-" He couldn't get his words out.

Conrad looked to Belly, "Come on, back me up. It was obvious."

Jeremiah looked to his friend and Belly could only shrug. "It sort of was." She agreed. "But, now you know, you can ask her out!" Excitement was painted on her words. Belly had been waiting for this for almost longer than yourself.

"I can't do that. She's- She's Y/n. She's my best friend. It'd be weird." The idea was so foreign that it was unbelievable.

"She's your best friend who you're in love with!" Belly argued. "Think about it, please."

With that, she and Conrad left Jeremiah to his thoughts. Once more, you never left his mind. He had been trapped.

For weeks, it was all he could think about. He'd gaze across the other side of the pool at you. Shades covering your eyes as you bathed in the sunlight. There he was daydreaming of everything you would do as a couple. Granted, it was pretty much the same as how things were now, only littered with kisses and hugs and greater smiles than either of you had ever made before.

It came to the point where he was just bursting to tell you. But he waited. He had to wait until the right moment. He couldn't do it by the pool, with Steven and Belly watching. He would wait for the perfect moment. And when the group of you arrived at a local party, he knew maybe tonight would be the night.

A few drinks down, he caught you by yourself. You had wandered to the backyard, sitting on the stairs that led to the porch. He lingered by the patio door, watching you as you sat alone for a moment. Your curious expression was emphasised by the fairy lights which tangled over the wooden fencing, flashing pinks and purples across your cheeks.

You didn't even know Jeremiah was there until he came and sat next to you, your shoulders nudged up against the others. "Enjoying the party?" A smooth smile hung from his lips as he grasped the red solo cup in his hand.

You nodded and glanced over at him, "Yeah, yeah, just needed a break." You excused.

Jere smiled, looking back through the patio doors and the booming party he could still overhear. "That's understandable." He gazed back at you and fell, once more, into your eyes.

"What about you?" You nudged his shoulder playfully. "You're never one to miss a moment from a party. Shouldn't you be looking for Luke? Or, or Abi!" You spat out their names as they flooded back into your memory. You had lost count of all the people Jere had hooked up with.

His smile faulted at the mention of their names, "Erm, no, no. I actually ended things with both of them." He admitted.

"Oh, why?" You raised a brow. "Ended up telling them the truth?"

"No, no." He answered before he looked to the ground, licked his lips and questioned if this was the moment. Something in his mind said fuck it, and he did. "But it was actually because of something you said." Jeremiah couldn't tear his eyes away from you as that curiosity built on your expression once again. "When you were explaining it to me, everything that love made you feel, all the sparks and the connections. That you should feel safe with them but it should be exciting all the same. Well," He took a breath and ran with it. "You're the only person that makes me feel that way."

The air soon became thick with Jeremiah's words as they floated around your mind. This was Jere, your friend, your best friend. The one who had talked non-stop about her and him all while you were nothing but a bystander. Yet, here you were, sitting away from the party the boy was usually the centre of as he professed his love. And you could never deny your feelings in that it wasn't reciprocated.

This time, it was your turn to look to the ground, lick your lips and say: Fuck it. "Jere, I can't deny that you aren't utterly brilliant. I mean, you're incredibly beautiful, and you know it. You're charming and comedic, you bring a room to life. And I love being at your side for all of that, I want to be there in the future too." You took a breath, wondering if your next words were about to ruin that smile that was glued to his lips. "But, it's because I want that, that I want to be your friend. Just your friend." Like that, the smile dissipated. "I can't be some other hookup that you start complaining about because they get too attached, or too clingy. I won't let that be me."

He jumped to take your hands in his. What used to be a simple gesture between the two of you, had suddenly become complicated and you questioned if you should let go. "That's not what you are to me. I would have already tried that on you if that was what I wanted, trust me." He admitted. "This isn't me asking you to kiss me, or to have sex with me or whatever I do nowadays. I'm sat here asking you to be my girlfriend."

The word had been said. It was in the air and it was up to you what you did with it.

And so, you tightened your grip on his fingers and said, "I want you Jere and I trust that you want me to." From there, you leaned in before he could respond, securing a yes with a kiss.

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Heyyy I was wondering if you can do a very jealous jeremiah fisher? Which turns into a angry confession and makeout session🙏🏻

false prophets - j.f

summary: request

jeremiah fisher x reader

every day that jeremiah wakes up and hears y/n talks about some guy is another day that he wants to drown in the ocean. he’s sick and tired of waking up feeling like she’ll never want him, and that he’ll never be good enough for her. all the years she’s been coming to the beach house have been perfect, besides his burning affection toward her.

his dreams, day and night, consist of her, and then she haunts him the next morning. he hopes his acting skill are good enough to hide the feelings behind his fraudulent smile. unfortunately for him, it’s almost clear to everyone. everyone but y/n. he vents to steven almost daily, and conrad knows his brother like the back of his hand. jeremiah is hard to read sometimes, but when it comes to y/n, he’s like glass.

y/n is the furthest thing from oblivion, but everyone is completely confused as to how she hasn’t seen jeremiah’s feelings for her. it feels so one sided to her. their thoughts mirror each other. she’s a strong believer that jeremiah would never want her. he goes for people completely different, and the self-hatred just bounces back when she sees him with another. all of her friends know they’re going to end up together one way or another, but their stubbornness is the wall between them.

their interactions have become painfully awkward as jeremiah just feels sick when she talks about someone else. it’s the same with her, just wanting to run away when he talks about another girl he met at a party. and when the other gets their heart broken, they know the other could mend it back together.

the time was getting later and later, and jeremiah watched y/n empty another drink. he took turns dancing with random people, hoping to maybe get her eyes on him. he only thought about her when he was with another girl. when his hands connected with someone else, he pictured y/n.

y/n was practically torturing herself by eyeing him the whole night. it was hell, the mix of blaring music and neon lighting. when her eyes landed on a new person with him, she just grabbed yet another drink. something about the sight made her blood boil up. it was only her and jeremiah in the room at this point. everyone else was just for decoration as she stared him down.

she looked over at a boy in the corner, immediately recognizing him as someone jeremiah hates. it’s not clear why, but jeremiah gets so irked by this guy. y/n knows it’s a perfect opportunity to retort back at jeremiah. so, she walks over with the can in her hand, dripping condensation onto her knuckles.

it doesn’t take very long for jeremiah to notice the flirty language. she’s basically leaning on him, giggling and batting her lashes the way guys around cousins enjoy. the smirk on the guys face made that obvious, and his hand on her side made jeremiah shiver. jeremiah hated seeing him touching her in all the places he wishes he could.

it felt like someone had be lit, ready to explode. he couldn’t stop himself from storming over, grabbing y/n’s hand and pulling her away. he saw the annoyed look on her face, but somehow she didn’t look angry. some part of her face came across as if she had accomplished something.

“what the hell?” she complains and jeremiah can hear the drunkenness in her words.

“y/n, you can’t possible have been interested in him,” he rolls his eyes.

“the world doesn’t revolve around you and your likes, jere,” she says. “you don’t control my life.”

“well, maybe i should! i know he’s not good for you and i don’t know why you’re so blind to realize it.”

“are you serious?” y/n laughs sarcastically. “i’m the blind one?”

“you’re drunk,” he speaks the two words harshly, leaving y/n’s nose to scrunch.

“so what? i was having a decent night for once and you pulled me away from a guy.”

“yeah, why do you think i did that?” he shouts. “i couldn’t stand watching him run his hands all over you and i hate this fucking act i have.”

y/n tries to focus her blurry eyes on him, absorbing each word he said to her. “what act?”

the powder keg exploded inside of jeremiah, y/n being the spark. he took broad steps toward her, grabbing her head gently and pulling her lips against his. he immediately was confronted with the taste of alcohol on her lips, then more on her tongue. the way her hands moved up to his arm sent electricity through his veins. the loads of perfume she put on hit his nose as it mixed with the smell of his cologne. he wishes he could see her beautiful face, but with his eyes shut, he takes in the glory of kissing her.

when he pulls away, y/n sighs lightly. she didn’t want it to stop. “that act,” he tells her. “i’ve been in love with you for years and if i waited any more it would’ve killed me.”

in response, y/n just starts kissing him again, their tongues against each other and light huffing from them. jeremiah barely knew what to do with his hands. he’s dreamt about being in this position for as long as he can remember, but he hardly recalls anything from the distraction of y/n.

her lips were soft on his, but her grip on him was aggressive and claiming. her hands floated up to his scalp without stopping the kiss. jeremiah gently guided them to his car, leaning her against the door as he took in every moment that y/n was giving him. when she’s the next to pull away, she smiles at him, gazing into his blue irises. “i’ve only had eyes for you, jeremiah.”

“good,” he grins. “i’m still pissed that you were hitting on the worst person i know.”

he leans in again to kiss her, making y/n chuckle into the air. “stay mad,” she jokes.

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summer blues

pairing: jeremiah fisher x fem!reader, bestfriend!steven conklin x fem!reader

summary: All summer, you had been in some strange sad limbo, and you had blamed Jeremiah for that. For all the girls he had kissed at every party, for the way he made your heart beat and palms grow clammy. But really, was it his fault when you were the one who pushed him away?

word count: 3.3k

warnings: underage drinking, swearing, general sad thoughts. dumbass idiot jeremiah. unedited!

a/n: i went thru like the full range of emotions writing this fic, idk how i feel abt it but this is my comeback after three months of no writing. anyways, hope u enjoy!! 💞. reblogs are appreciated as always!

The sun sets low, casting a warm glow upon the unfamiliar garden. The air is thick with the hum of laughter and music that drifts from the house, and everything seems perfect. It should be perfect. This is the stuff summer dreams are made of, and yet, you’re sitting on the outdoor furniture, alone, and left to your own devices.

Summer so far has been nothing but longing. You had watched as the one boy who had captured your heart at ten spent days at the beach with girls you didn’t even know the names of. And sure, it’s not like you have anything, not even close. But could you blame yourself? Jeremiah was nothing but perfect Carolina-blue eyes and golden skin. He was your summer dream.

The house party was meant to be a distraction, that’s what Steven had said when he tugged you into his car. It’ll be fun, you need to stop being sad all summer. He was nothing but adamant to make this summer the best yet, especially with the overhanging weight that Conrad and himself would be moving to college next year. Steven had never been fond of change, especially not when it came to summers at Cousins.

Steven had long since abandoned you to dance the night away with pretty girls and hooting boys, so instead here you are, sitting alone at a party, trying to fill the Jeremiah-shaped cavity in your heart with fruity drinks and loud music. 

Jeremiah hadn’t been in sight when you first arrived at the party, and maybe that was a good thing. You could enjoy yourself for once, without your wandering eyes finding him somewhere with his hand on a girl's waist. Even just the thought of it made you sick to your stomach.

But sometime between then and now, he had shown up. Figures. And now you watch as he makes his way out of the big back doors, down the patio steps, past the pool, until he’s sitting with you in the makeshift gazebo, fairy lights sparkling above.

“Hey trouble,” Jeremiah greets as he sits on the plush outdoor sofa next to you, sidled up close enough that he bumps his shoulder with yours in welcome.

“Hey,” you parrot back, not meaning for the obvious buzzkill tone in your voice.

“What’s got you all bummed out?”

“Dunno.” you reply, eyeing the cold drink you’re balancing on your thigh which leaves a cold ring of condensation on your bare skin. “Did Steven send you to get me?”

Jeremiah’s eyebrows draw together in confusion as he cocks his head to the side. “No? Why would he need to? Can I not check up on my favourite girl?”

You let out a bemused snort, running your finger around the brim of your glass, eyes still not meeting his. Maybe you have had too much to drink.

“Come dance with me,” he says instead, hand outstretched, waiting for yours. You let your head fall against the back of the sofa.

“Not in a dancing mood.”

You don’t know if it’s the drinks or if it’s real, but Jeremiah shakes his head, a soft smile gracing his features as he tucks the stray strands of hair that have fallen in front of your face behind your ear. His hand lingers there a few seconds too long.

“What happened to dancing the summer away?” He questions, and when you finally look up to meet his eyes, he’s much closer than you expected.

“I was fifteen when I said that,” you note, which was almost two years ago now. How does he remember these things?

Jeremiah doesn’t respond immediately so you take your eyes off him, instead you watch the house glow to life, light filling the windows as the dark night begins to blanket the sky. The garden itself is empty with most of the party opting to escape the summer heat by seeking shelter indoors. A few girls are busy by the poolside, and you notice one of them keeps diverting her gaze back to where you and Jeremiah are sitting. Typical.  It was like every girl in Cousins was obsessed with the prospect of at least one of the Fisher boys taking fancy in them. Was it bad that it always made you jealous? Everyone who sees him, wants him, and you wish you could keep him as just yours.

“You have an admirer,” you point out, nodding to the girl by the pool. You must admit, she’s gorgeous. Pretty brown eyes and gorgeous hair that even when wet seems to frame her face perfectly. You slink further down in your seat.

Jeremiah simply rolls his eyes at you. “Well she is pretty.” 

And you know he means it as a joke. Can tell by the stupid grin and the tone of his voice. But the words are still like a dagger to your heart, twisting and turning until you can barely breathe - and oh God, you need to get out of here and away from him. 

You set the drink down by the sofa, it meets the wooden deck with a too-loud clink before you stand abruptly. You brush down the skirt that had ridden up your legs as the ring of water on your thigh left behind by the glass soaks the edges of it. “I need to go,” is all you can murmur out.

“No, wait-” Jeremiah begins, standing to follow you.

“It’s fine,” you push, faux niceties lacing your voice, smiling as much as the ache in your chest will let you. You can feel the frown on his face burn into your back as you turn to leave, but you choose to ignore it, instead making your way back into the large lively house.

As you pass the pool though, the girl who has been eyeing Jeremiah gets up with a giddy look on her face, she calls to him in a sweet honeyed voice and it makes you sick. 

You climb the patio steps, making your way through the lavish interior of the house.

You push through the crowd of people within the house. You just need a moment to yourself, to gather your thoughts and figure out just what the fuck was going on with you. Carefully, you slip into the bathroom, pushing the door shut with the weight of your body before leaning against the sink. You take deep breaths, trying to calm the beating of your heart.

All summer, you had been in some strange sad limbo, and you had blamed Jeremiah for that. For all the girls he had kissed at every party, for the way he made your heart beat and palms grow clammy. But really, was it his fault when you were the one who pushed him away?

Being in love with Jeremiah Fisher was anything but easy, not when you had to dance around the intricate friendship that had blossomed since you were eight years old. You didn’t know what love was until you were fifteen, sitting on the pier with him as you skidded rocks across the ocean. When he had smiled that smile and his eyes sparkled like the entire cosmos was within them. From that very moment on, you were doomed. Every brush of his hand against yours felt like a calculated step, and it was your fault for deluding yourself into believing he had space in his heart for anything more than a friendship with you.

It’s only a million times worse when you’re as close with him as you are, casual flirting and lingering touches was nothing but the norm. So it was especially difficult when he’d grab your hand and lead you through a crowd, or whisper some stupid inside joke just for you in a crowded room, when such a simple touch set your body alight with sparks. 

“Knock knock,” you hear the door open softly, Steven’s head poking through. You had forgotten to lock the door, you realise. “Jeremiah thinks you're mad at him.” He informs, voice careful and soft as he closes the door behind him, making his way to you and placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You shake your head, unable to find the words to express the turmoil within yourself. Instead, you offer a weak smile letting out a shaky exhale. “Well, I’m not.”

Steven looks amused as he leans with his back against the sink next to you, tilting his head so it falls into your field of vision. “You sure?”

“Very sure.” You confirm.

“I think you’re lying.”

You take another breath, “I’m not mad, i’m just…” your voice trails off as you try to find the words.

“Angry, confused, sad?” Steven offers.

You shake your head as you poke his shoulder, “would you let me speak?”

“Yes ma’am, sorry ma’am,” he throws his hands up in surrender.

“I’m just… tired,” you say, defeated. Steven gives you an apologetic look. He’s known about your not-so-little crush on Jeremiah. How could he not when he seemed to be the only person who could light you up when you were dim and down? 

“I’m tired of having to watch him go out with other girls every other day. I mean it’s not like we’re exclusive - we’re definitely not - but I just wish I didn’t feel like throwing up everytime.”

For a second, Steven doesn’t say anything, he looks at you with those eyes he does when he’s thinking. “What’s that thing Susannah always says?”

“What?”

“About…” He blows out his bottom lip as he struggles to remember the words, “about how love is like a flower, it needs time to grow and blossom and you need to nurture it.”

You pause, before cracking a smile. “Never in a million years would I have even imagined you quoting one of Susannah’s cheesy pieces of romance advice.”

Steven rolls his eyes at you, but he can’t help the smile that creeps up on him too. “Look, the point is, love isn’t supposed to be easy. Like, at all. But you really like Jeremiah, and I get it, he can really suck sometimes, especially with the whole hooking up thing,” - he looks up at you as he finishes his sentence, - “but if you love him as much as you let on, you’ve gotta just go for it. You need to stop pushing him away because of your irrational fear.”

Shaking your head, you turn fully to face Steven, crossing your arms defensively across your chest. “Okay, it’s not irrational, it’s completely rational. What if I just end up ruining everything? That’s a super real possibility. I don’t want to lose Jeremiah as a friend, and the risk of running that possibility is way too high.”

“God,” Steven lets out through a sigh, he looks like he wants to strangle you. “Listen to yourself! Maybe if you haven’t been moping around all summer you’d be able to see it.”

“See what?”

“Just go out there and talk to the boy.”

“This’d be a lot easier if you just told me.”

“I think you’d appreciate me a lot more if you figured it out for yourself.” Steven tells you, and he says it in a way that leaves little room to bicker back. He gives you an encouraging nod and a soft smile and for a minute you think he’ll say another stupid thing like go get ‘em tiger! But he graces you with silence and leaves you alone in the small bathroom.

You look back at yourself in the mirror. Maybe Steven is right. 

‧₊˚☆༉‧₊˚.

Jeremiah is sitting on the steps of the patio when he hears the sliding glass doors open and shut and the shuffle of Steven’s old sneakers. Immediately, his head swivels so he’s facing his long-time best friend. “So what’d she say? Is she mad?” He blurts out immediately.

“Woah, slow down lover-boy,” Steven says, amusement in his tone. He takes a seat next to Jeremiah, placing his hands either side of himself. “Well, she’s not happy.”

“What the fuck, bro,” Jeremiah grumbles, “you were meant to deescalate the situation.”

“Actually no, I was checking up on my friend, who I care about, and who I haven’t been dancing around all summer long.” Steven corrects.

Jeremiah looks away, unamused, “okay I get it. I haven’t been the best person to her lately.”

“Really?” Steven gasps, faux surprise lacing his tone, “You’ve been avoiding her like the plague and hanging around with random girls like you want her to be upset.”

“I don’t!” Jeremiah is quick to retort. “I’m just…”

“You’re just being a dick.”

“That’s not fair-”

“Look man, I’m not trying to upset you either, but I really don’t get why you’re so scared to confront your feelings. You like her, you like her a lot and it’s so fuckin’ obvious.”

Jeremiah opens his mouth, ready to argue back, but Steven leaves no room for it.

“She literally craves your attention and you’re out here, making out with other girls like she’s not right there. Is this some weird attention grab sort of thing? What, are you trying to make her jealous? This isn’t like you, Jere.”

Steven’s words cut deep. So deep Jeremiah thinks they’ve scarred him, but maybe it’s for the best. No, it’s definitely for the best. 

“Think about it,” is the last thing Steven says, before he stands up, giving Jeremiah a reassuring pat on the back, and disappears into the crowd of party-goers within the house.

‧₊˚☆༉‧₊˚.

When you finally feel ready enough to leave the bathroom, you think for a moment about Steven’s words. They kick around in your head. You chuckle to yourself, who knew you’d ever be taking legitimate advice from Steven? But instead of confronting your problems like you should, you pour yourself another drink, turning on your heels as you ascend the glossy white stairs. Whoever’s house this is - in the words of Steven himself - they’re fucking loaded. 

The upstairs of the house is empty, albeit a few straggling couples making out in the hallway. You ignore them, noticing the gorgeous open balcony that conjoins to the hallway you’re currently walking down. It’s quiet and empty, a perfect place to spend the rest of the night in peace.

The moon hangs low in the sky now, reflecting off the ocean ahead, and as you step out onto the balcony the cool Summer night’s air bites at your skin. 

It's a glorious view for what should’ve been a perfect night. Laughter and music wafts up from the party below, and you let out another regretful sigh, your heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words. As your eyes linger on the ocean, you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. You turn to see Jeremiah standing beside you, and when you look at him, he gives you that sweet smile.

“Hey trouble,” he begins, “you alright?”

You shrug, turning your back to the balcony as you slide your back down the railing, slumping to the floor with your knees tucked under your chin. “Trying to be.”

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

Jeremiah with such a soft voice felt unnatural, and a part of you felt guilty for rendering him so quiet. Silence stretches between both of you like a chasm, as you struggle to find the right words within you to tell him how you truly felt. Instead, Jeremiah fills the silence, his voice hesitant but filled with a quiet determination. “I’m sorry.”

You gave him a perplexed look, “what are you apologising for?”

“For this entire summer,” he says, sitting on the ground next to you as he takes the cool glass from your hands, fingers brushing yours, before he places it on the ground. You tilt your head, curiosity in your eyes as you wait for him to continue.

“I’ve been an asshole. Like, bigtime, and I'm really sorry.” He takes a deep breath, takes your hand in his carefully, softly, like you’re something to be worshipped. To him you are. “And, I… need to tell you something.”

You look up at him, heart racing with anticipation, “what is it?” you all but murmur.

He takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. “I just-” and when he can’t find the right words, because how is he meant to compress everything he’s ever felt for you into one sentence? It’s impossible. He instead uses his actions. 

His hands untangle from yours, grabbing the sides of your face before pulling you into a kiss. He kisses you. He kisses you and the world falls away and there’s nothing but him. At first, you don’t know what to do, it’s all so sudden, but when it finally registers, you want to cry. Not sad tears, and not entirely tears of joy either, tears of relief, tears that carry the weight of all your longing.

When he finally pulls away you’re quick to pull him back, holding him as close as humanly possible as you kiss him with all the fervour you can muster, hoping and praying he can taste the apology on your lips. But when it gets too much, and you need air, you pull away again. He looks at you, and you hold onto the fabric of his shirt tighter because this all feels like a dream.

“She isn’t you.” He murmurs, soft enough it could be carried away by the summer breeze.

“What?” you whisper back, as to not break the sacred quietness.

“She's. Not. You. None of them are, none of them could even dream of being you. They’re not funny like you, not gorgeous like you. They don’t know me like you do - Shit, I sound like a sap.”

You chuckle, “no, please do continue.”

He shoots you that heartstopping grin. “Oh, so you do like it when I flatter you?”

“Love it,” you answer, mirroring his grin.

His features soften for a second, and again, the apologies cascade from his lips. “I’m sorry, for being such an asshole. You deserve so much better than me, I’ve been the worst, and I didn’t mean to make you upset or jealous, I was just… nervous. God, you make me so nervous I do the dumbest shit.”

“I make you nervous?” You can’t help the disbelief in your voice.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” He says, nothing but sincere. He smiles then, and that makes all of it worthwhile. 

You don’t know for how long you manage to get lost in him, but when your thoughts begin to wander, you let the thoughts flow freely from your lips. “Remember when we were ten,” you say, recounting the memory that started this all, “we had snuck out to the beach. We got home so late that night, and we tried to sneak back in, but of course that never works with Susannah. She had said something like-”

“No more sneaking out for the both of you,” Jeremiah continues, “she said we’d had too much fun.”

“But we did it anyway.” You finish, dumbfounded that he remembers that at all. “How do you remember all these things?”

“Because it’s you.” He says it like it’s obvious by now. His pretty blue eyes don’t leave yours for even a second. “I don’t think I’ve loved anyone the way I love you.”

You look at him with that stellar smile he loves so much, but before he can speak, you’re interrupted by the familiar presence of the boy who played cupid. 

Steven shakes his head, clear amusement in his eyes. "Finally,” he breathes out, as if it pained him to see the both of you dance around each other all summer. It probably did. His hands are wrapped around a cool glass, it’s empty. “I think this has been quite a night.”

You nod, blissful, turning to meet Jeremiah’s blue eyes. They speak volumes in themselves, a deep ocean blue that sparkles with some form of admiration, you can’t quite figure it out. “Let’s get outta here,” he says, pushing himself off the balcony floor as he extends a hand for you to take, which you do.

Maybe, this summer could be perfect after all.

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[bonesandchalamet]

summer is with you - j.fisher

part one (a glimpse of summer) - but can be read on its own!

masterlist

pairings: Jeremiah fisher x reader

warnings: fluff

a/n: THERE ARE NO SPOILERS OF SZN2 OR BOOK 2!!!

the door to your bedroom creaks open, you can hear him shushing the old hinges for their squeakiness.

you feel the mattress dip and can smell his shampoo, the smell makes a smile form to your lips as your eyes flutter open to see him staring at you. you could get used to waking up to his beautiful blue eyes.

“good morning.” he whispers gently placing a kiss to your forehead that makes your nose scrunch. you mumble the words back and flip over onto your other side for more sleep. usually you’re up and at ‘em, but summer time is meant for relaxing and taking each day one at a time. you’d have enough Jeremiah for three months.

“what are you doing today?” he asks nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, you can feel his caramel colored curls tickling your skin making your body’s ticklish reflex kick in and kick his shin.

“trying to sleep.” you mumble shoving your face into your pillow.

“I have work in an hour, will you wake up for me?”he peppers, whatever part of your face is visible to him, with kisses before he finally leaves your bedroom.

the same hinges squeak yet again, but this time he doesn’t shush them, he just allows them to wake you up, and if that wasn’t enough Conrad’s stomping feet up the stairs certainly did.

“morning!” he calls into your bedroom completely ignoring that you hadn’t even risen out of bed, but the commotion of a summer morning certainly does.

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salty hair, golden tan lines, a good book, and frozen lemonade are your company at the beach until Jeremiah’s shift was over. you lay sprawled across your towel listening to the seagulls and the ocean waves crash against the sand while reading.

any minute now you knew you would hear the clap of his flip flops against the sand, you can feel the excitement bubble in your stomach.

“y/n!” you hear him call as he runs against the thick sand, his flip flops kick sand every which way until he finally collapses against the edge of your towel. he’s wearing his red swim trunks from lifeguarding, and was throwing off the tank top they made him wear.

“hi,” you smile up from your book deciding it was no longer important. the beautiful smile and tan skinned boy in front of you was much more exciting than words on a page, “how was work?”

“boring, per usual.”

he takes the chance to kiss your chapped lips, and it’s like he’d been waiting to do it all day. the passion and desire behind it, made you melt as you reciprocate the same energy. his hand tugs on a strand of knotted hair from the waves, your mouth opens in response allowing his tongue to slip inside your mouth. he’d waited hours to kiss you.

“what’s all this for?” you pull away placing your hand on his visibly rising chest. his smile widens allowing you to see his pearly white teeth as he just shrugs, “can a guy miss his girlfriend?”

you nod pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before collapsing back against the sand, “just lay with me, jere.” you open your arms up and he doesn’t take a second to think before resting his head against your chest.

“I could spend all day here with you.” he sighs settling his body against yours. your legs naturally intertwine with one another, his fingers rake through your hair.

“cousins and you are my favorite.” you say with a long happy sigh as you close your eyes. you listen to his breathing pattern, the seagulls chattering, and the sound of the ocean. you could lose track of time here, and somehow you always do, because august always comes so soon.

“you’ll always be my favorite part of cousins, y/n.”

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[thesummeriswerved]

You Belong With Me

WARNING: DARK CONTENT, dubcon, somnophilia, unprotected sex

Jeremiah Fisher x reader

Butterflies erupted in your stomach and you clinged to his back like your life depended on it. It wasn't often that Conrad took advantage of your pure sleeping form but it was secretly your favorite thing to wake up to the feel of his cock inching inside of your welcoming walls.

You were never not ready for him. You were still half asleep but your whines and whimpers encouraged him to increase his speed as his lips met yours in a passionate kiss.

His lips were soft and molded to yours in a way only his could. You arched your back into every thrust and your eyes finally opened on a moan.

"Conrad-" Your pleasure quickly turned to horror when you realized that it wasn't Conrad on top of you. It was his brother, Jeremiah.

"Shh sweetheart, it's okay. I've got you." He coos as he continues his thrusts, slowing down only to go deeper as you tried to process what was happening. You grabbed for his shoulders, trying to push him away from you as his lips attacked your neck.

"You have to stop, Jere." You pleaded as you fought against the pleasure you were still feeling with every perfect motion of cock against your g spot. You couldn't stop it if you wanted to. Even though you knew it was wrong.

"You were supposed to pick me. It was always supposed to be us. You're mine baby. Look how easy we fit together." He whispers as he increases his pace again, snaking a hand down in between your legs and circling your clit with precision. Your head flew back at his electric touch and even biting your lip wasn't enough to silence your cries of pleasure as you started to clamp down on him. He erupted with a growl and left love bites all over your neck as you both came down.

"That was wrong." You finally broke the silence as his movements came to a stop and you felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes. He's quick to wipe them away as he forces you to look up into his ocean eyes.

"The only thing wrong is that you're with my brother when you belong with me. And I'm not leaving this bed until you believe it." He warns before leaning down and capturing your lips and your tears silently continue as the fight flees your mind and body.

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[stargazing-imagines]

Sick — Jeremiah Fisher x Fem!Reader

Description — you are staying with the fishers and the conklins for the summer, and you get a job as a daycare worker at the country club, but what happens when you catch the germs of the little ones?

Warnings — mentions of sickness, cuddling with a sick person *social distance ya’ll* that’s it

Fandom — the summer I turned pretty

Requested — no

A/n: hope you enjoy this one, and remember! Wash your hands!!

“Thomas, Savannah you get back here!” You shouted as you were chasing a bunch of 3-4 year olds down the hallways

“Try to catch me miss Y/n.” Said one little girl as she giggled

You shook your head, as you noticed the kids distracted you picked up Savannah, while grabbing Thomas’s hand, dragging them back to the day care room

“What did I tell you about leaving this classroom?” You asked

“We’re sorry miss y/n.” Said Savannah as she looked up at you with sad eyes, you sighed

“It’s fine just don’t do it again, now go eat your lunch.” You said, after you said that, a voice disrupted your thoughts

“Miss Y/n.” Said one little girl “your boyfriend is here!” She said as she nibbled on her cheese cracker giggling

The rest of the kids giggled as one little boy made kissy faces, Miss Amy walked up to you

“I’ll settle these kids down, why don’t you talk your hour lunch break?”

“Sounds perfect, thank you.”

Miss Amy smiles at you as she looked back at the kids

“Miles you put that down!” Said Miss Amy “your bento box is not a toy!”

“I don’t know how you do it.” Said Jeremiah as he walked side by side with you down the hallway towards the dining hall

“It’s nothing.” You said “but I do hope I don’t get sick, apparently there is something going around, they called that three teachers are out sick with the flu.”

“Well let’s hope you don’t.”

Well… let’s just say that you jinked it, the next day you found yourself with a fever of 102.3

“Those kids.” You said as you sat the thermometer down, you were in your thoughts until belly came in

“Woah y/n… you look beat, are you ok?” Asked belly as she walked close to you, but you stopped her with your hand

“Don’t. Come. Close.” You said with a raspy voice

Belly walked close to you anyway, when she did she placed the back of her hand on your forehead, but taking it off within seconds

“Oh my gosh…” said belly “your burning.”

“Yeah.” You said as you past by belly back to the door of your room “now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to bed.”

“I’m staying home today.” Said belly “I’ll take care of you.”

“Thanks belly but I rather you not get what I got.” You said as you smiled at her, shutting the door

“Knock knock.” Said a voice, it was Susannah who had something in her hands “belly told me, how are you feeling?”

“Well… my nose is stuffy, my throat hurts, oh and I’m achy.” You said as you sat up

“Well I made some chicken soup and I thought you might want some.”

“Thanks.” You said as you sat up from your bed.

“I’ll leave you alone.” Said Susannah as she gave you a small smile before walking out

It has been a few hours, more say 2 hours has passed. You were reading a book before you heard another knock, this time it was Jeremiah at the door.

“I hate that your sick, because your going to miss the awesomest party ever!” Said Jeremiah as he stood at the doorway, you chuckled.

“Awesomest isn’t even a word, but yeah.” You said as you looked at Jeremiah “you guys have fun.”

“Call me if you need anything.” Said Jeremiah as he bends down to kiss your forehead, but you jerk away

“Sorry but, im kinda contagious here.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Said Jeremiah as he gave you a kiss on the forehead anyway

“Alright, but don’t come to me when you get what I have.” You said “it’s not fun.”

“Whatever!” Shouted Jeremiah from the hallways, you chuckled before getting back to your book.

A week later

“So… how does it feel to be in my shoes.” You said as you were standing at the doorway of Jeremiah’s room. Turns out, he got what you had. Yours was still lingering but you were feeling better.

“This is torture.” Said Jeremiah, he sneezed again before looking at you “but it was worth it.”

You rolled your eyes before walking out of the room

“Love you!” Shouted Jeremiah

“Whatever!” You shouted back

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[ist4rgirlo]

Hi I have another Conrad fisher x sister request so reader goes swimming and her leg gets stung by a jellyfish and she gets out of the water and goes back to the house and calls Conrad from upstairs and he comes downstairs and makes her sit on the kitchen counter so he can clean it and he comforts her when it stings ( idk if u write for jere if u don’t forget this part if u do please add that he hears her crying downstairs and hugs her to help her move less to like hold her down and comfort her ) and throughout the day Conrad monitors her temp to make sure she doesn’t get a fever <3 ( this is long and so detailed idk if it’s a good or a bad thing I’m sorry also u don’t have to write it now or like at all if you don’t feel like writing platonic ik 3 requests in a row is a lot so tyt and write it when u feel like it <3 ) 

ONE SHOT !

Summary: Jeremiah and Conrad taking care of their sister.

Warnings: JUST FLUFF, maybe a little bit swearing and crying.

Requested by: Anonymous

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''Connie!'' she exclaimed. I heard my mother yelling loudly, her voice sounded concerned -- here I was, being stung by a jellyfish and crying like a little baby because of the sting I got.

There were two of us in the kitchen when Conrad came running downstairs, looking for mom. The second he saw us, he immediately ran towards us, his eyebrows furrowed, and his voice filled with worry "What happened?"

"Well your sister was trying to surf earlier, I told her no because there would jellyfishes out there but she wouldn't listen!" Mom scolded me, I looked at Conrad with tears in my eyes -- his mouth frowning.

I saw Conrad going beside my mom, rubbing her shoulder, "She's going to be fine, don't worry. I'll clean it mom" my mom just nodded before she went back upstairs to continue cleaning.

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"IT BURNS!!!" As I screamed, I got up from my seat and sat down on the floor, lying down there sobbing like crazy, I heard Jeremiah run down the stairs, he immediately running to the kitchen after hearing me scream.

"Connie please PLEASE make it go away" I yelled.

"What happened, Connie? y/n?"

"She got stung by a jellyfish"

"Oh you poor girl" Jeremiah frowned before walking towards me, holding onto me -- trying to keep me calm as much as possible.

Conrad panicked, "Shh shh, you're going to be alright okay okay". He went and grabbed me and sat me down on the kitchen counter while Jeremiah was by my side for emotional support.

"Okay, I have to clean so It might sting okay" Conrad said, going towards the cabinet to get some peroxide then kneeling down so he can see my feet better.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH" I yelled, accidentally hitting Conrad on the head. Jeremiah chuckled, laughing at me and Conrad.

Conrad winced, looking up at me and glaring at me. I just smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry" he just smiled and went back into cleaning my feet.

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After Conrad had cleaned my feet, they decided to put me into a bathtub and soak my feet in hot water for a while.

He then set me down on the couch so that he could monitor me every so often and also see if I had any bad reactions to the sting as a result of it. After that he made sure that I was asleep.

Throughout the day, Jeremiah sat beside me till I felt better, he was just there comforting me, making sure that I'm okay. Conrad would come and bring me food and he would always check whether or not I was okay.

"You okay, sis?" Conrad sat down beside me -- patting my head. Jeremiah looked at me and smiled.

"I'm alright now, thanks to you guys" I smiled up a him and Jeremiah before leaning my head on Conrad's shoulder -- feeling myself drift to sleep.

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[jahayla-parker]

Sideline Support : Jeremiah Fisher x Reader

Description: Jeremiah Fisher is there for his girlfriend through win or lose. Looks at various situations where he’s there to support her, including 3 wins and 1 loss.

Warnings: mentions of injury, mentions of food/eating, sports, angry coaches, a couple curse words, stress/pressure, but otherwise fluff.

Y/n took a deep breath and tried to calm her mind.

Her team was relying on her to help guide them towards a win against their rivals.

Not only was she one of their best players, she was also a starter and the team captain.

Her coach and teammates all expected her to remain positive and encouraging no matter what happened.

Meanwhile they also simultaneously expected her to do her best and help her teammates do their best.

So it was crucial that she clear her mind before the match.

She had a big exam to study for tomorrow but that would have to wait until after the game.

She’d studied before hand as well, but had to stop a few hours prior to the match to switch mindsets and prepare for the game.

As she took another deep breath, she shook her head and pushed the air out through her lips making them vibrate.

She tossed her bag in her locker and locked it up.

As she stepped into the hall, she saw the lower team playing in the gym.

She wasn’t sure how the match was going, having had studied during it.

She knew her coach wouldn’t be pleased she hadn’t watched their other teams.

But she had family matters to attend to after she got home tonight.

So she decided to watch the last several points of this set to make up for it.

Y/n watched through the thin window in the gym door until it was safe for her to enter.

She crossed the hall and slipped into the gym once it was clear.

Y/n watched the last several points and cheered the team on.

She slipped back into the hallway as the team concluded their game and began setting up for varsity.

Y/n stretched a bit in the hallway as she greeted various teammates on their way into the gym.

Once she’d seen most of the girls, the others seemingly still in the training room, she went to fill up her water.

As she set the bottle down to screw the lid she felt someone wrap their arm over her shoulder.

She turned and glanced up with a smile, already knowing who it would be, “hey Jere”.

Jeremiah smiled back and winked, “hey beautiful, you ready?”

She took a deep breath and nodded.

“Hey, where’d the smile go?” Jeremiah teased, squeezing her shoulder and bringing her closer to him.

“You’ve got this babe” he encouraged, smiling down at her.

She felt her cheeks warm as she smiled softly, “it’s just a really important match tonight”.

“I know y/n/n” he nodded, “that’s why I’m here!”

She laughed and went back to screwing the lid on her bottle, “you always come Jeremiah”.

He chuckled, “okay fair, would you rather I only come to the ‘really important’ matches so it’s more meaningful?”

She heard the playful tone in his voice, especially as he recited her choice of words.

But she wanted him to be certain that she wanted him here as often as he could be.

“No!” She panicked, pushing him playfully as he smirked at her reaction.

“I love you coming to my games, you know that” she defended, “I’m just feeling the pressure tonight”.

Jeremiah hummed and gave her a sympathetic grin, “well, no matter what happens, I’m on your side”.

She nodded and smiled at him as she turned back to him, “I’m counting on it”.

“Front and center y/n/n” he promised, holding his pinky to her.

Y/n giggled and hooked their pinky fingers together, “front and center”.

“Tie me?” She asked, handing him her hair tie and putting her back to him.

Jeremiah chuckled as he suppressed the urge to make a joke.

Y/n caught on anyways and smacked his chest softly as she turned back to him when he was done and rolled her eyes.

“Y/n have you seen the ball cart?” One of her teammates called out.

“Oh, hi Jeremiah “ she added with a wave upon seeing him.

“Hi y/tm/n” Jere greeted kindly.

Y/n smiled, “it should’ve been out there. If not, there’s a spare varsity one by the third door to the storage room. I’ll help”

She turned back and smiled at Jeremiah.

“You’ve got this!” He beamed, giving her a soft peck on the cheek.

“Good luck!” He cheered to both of them as he slipped onto the gym

“Was there anything else missing?” Yn asked as she walked with y/tm/n to the storage room next to the home team’s locker room.

“Nope, jv had everything else ready” She answered, “I see Jeremiah came again”

Yn blushed and nodded as she pulled out the other ball cart from the corner.

“He’s like your own little cheerleader” she exclaimed

Yn laughed , “I mean yeah, he always has been. That’s just Jeremiah, he’s always so supportive, but he’s here for the whole team too not just me”.

“Girl the only reason he cares about the team is because you’re on it” He teammate giggled.

Y/n blushed and bit her lip bashfully.

“I mean, unlike most boyfriends who can be caught starting at our teammates whom they’re not with and checking out their asses, your boy only watches you” y/tm/n winked.

Yn blushed madly as she fumbled for words.

——Time Skip——

Y/n noticed the tension and sadness on her teammates’ faces as their coach walked away from the huddle to speak to the assistant coach in private.

She glanced at the scoreboard to see the timer as to how much time was left in this timeout.

As she turned back to her team, she whispered “hey, guys, look it’s okay. We’ve been down by far more before and still won”.

Her teammates rejected expressions didn’t change as they stared back at her.

“Okay, sappy sentiments over. Now, middles we need to stay strong at the net, we have to slow the hall down. Outsides and right side be ready for the tip, once or blocks get there they’re going to adjust” She advised.

The girls nodded with less dim eyes this time.

“We have to keep talking, don’t let the fact we’re down a few points bring the energy down. We’ve got this okay?” She asked hoping they did in fact have it, but it wasn’t up to her.

Her team agreed and did a small cheer before running back to the court.

As she got in her position she did a quick scan to look over at her boyfriend in order to calm herself.

The smile on Jeremiah’s face as they made eye contact worked perfectly for what she wanted and needed; her anxiety dissipating.

Y/n did her approach off the net and called for the setter to set her for an attack.

She watched as the ball left her teammates hands and waited until it hit the appropriate spot to begin her attacking footwork.

She felt weightless as she unconsciously did her approach, her arms swinging back flawlessly as she neared the net.

As she launched herself into the air, within milliseconds her eyes searched and located the open spot on the other side of the net and the center of the ball.

She lifted her arm up until her elbow was by her ear and hit the ball, her arm swinging forward as she swung through the attack.

As Y/n landed and began to prepare for the other team to give the ball back after passing it up, she watched the ball spike aggressively onto the gym floor just before the other team’s defensive specialist.

She let out an excited cheer as she turned around to face her teammates who were cheering and huddling together for her.

She let her teammates congratulate her and pat her on the back before they did a quick team cheer.

As she turned back to the net to get ready for the next point, her eyes cast over to Jeremiah.

It was clear he’d already been cheering with everyone else but when he saw her eyes on him he smiled even wider and cheered again.

She bit her lip and shook her head to clear her mind as she turned back to the game.

—— Time Skip——

Y/n stepped back from her team huddle as she steadied her breath.

It was match point.

It had been an intense and close match, the teams evenly skilled.

Their team had 23 and the away team had 24.

It was her serve.

If she missed it, it meant the other team won.

If she got it over and in, there was a chance her team could still win the point to tie.

If she got an ace or otherwise did an effective enough serve to keep the other team from sending the ball back, they’d be tied instantly without having to worry about her teammates doing anything that might meaning lsoing the point.

Three points and they’d win.

She could do three serves.

She’d don’t far more consecutive serves before; heck, she’d done back to back aces that were well into the twenties before.

But the pressure was high.

The outcome of this game would set the energy for the season.

It was not only that they were their rivals.

Because they were rivaling schools, it meant a lot of students showed up to support.

As such, there were so many watching her and it wasn’t just her team relying on her to do these serves.

It also meant if they lost the game that they’d have less of an attendance at the next games for the season.

Which would be disappointing in general but her team also got encouraged by the fan section during times they’d be down in points in a match.

So, less attendance meant less chances for that and more work for yn to handle herself.

Whenever she was as focused as she currently was, she could get in the zone.

In other words, she could block out everything and everyone.

She had to.

She had to focus on just her and the volleyball that would soon be in her palm.

If she focused on anything or anyone else, she would risk getting into her head too much and messing up.

Her coach and team knew this, hence why they’d had no problem with her stepping away during this timeout.

Jeremiah knew this as well, which was good because while he was normally her source of reliable encouragement and her rock, she needed it to be just her in this moment.

When she heard the buzz of the refs whistle, she nodded at her coach as they made silent eye contact.

As the other teammates huddled closer and cheered, she walked to the end line.

The line judge rolled y/n the volleyball before getting back into position to watch the court and make a ruling should it be required.

Instead of looking towards the crowd to see her boyfriend, she briefly glanced at her coach to check where he wanted her to serve.

Upon seeing him hiding two fingers from the other team with his clipboard blocking his hand from the net, she nodded once and turned her eyes back to the ball.

She knew the crowd would be cheering, something that drove her crazy during the games when the team serving had their own fan section yelling.

Most spectators who’d been to enough games or knew the sport better knew it was often best to be quiet for your team during the serve and loud when the other team was cheering.

But it was never truly silent as no matter what, someone didn’t know this.

And it being so early in the season, it certainly had to be very loud as no one had realized the trend yet.

But she knew Jere would be quiet for her.

He and Conrad would usually even try and shush people sometimes when it was an intense serving point.

Jeremiah had played a bit of volleyball himself casually during the summers.

Conrad, as always was more competitive with his playing of volleyball.

But both played football outside of summer, not volleyball.

That was y/N’s sport.

But their experiences helped them be great supporters and spectators for the matches.

Nonetheless, Yn was able to block out all of the support from everyone when needed.

Sure, that sounds weird.

But her mind could make it quiet, as if she was simply at practice just her, the net and her volleyball.

She was truly grateful for that skill tonight.

When the up ref blew his whistle to signal that she could begin her serve, she relied on her habitual response to begin and get prepared.

As she felt her auditory senses shut down unconsciously, she took a deep breath and then looked down at her feet as she bounced the ball exactly three times.

She narrowed her eyes on the volleyball as she steadied it in her out stretched y/n-d/h (your non-dominant hand).

Keeping with her typical routine, she spun the ball slightly until the brand/logo was facing her and perfectly centered.

She took another deep breath as she dropped her arm minimally and tossed the ball upwards.

With no sounds reverberating in her mind despite them being present to all others, she focused on watching the toss.

As it came down to the correct point, she began her quick approach towards it.

She let out the breath she was holding as her feet landed back on the floor and the ball crossed over the tape on the net.

The sounds of the gym came back to her effortlessly as she unconsciously adjusted her focus again.

However, it wasn’t needed.

For, the ball had been shanked out of the court by the receiving player on the opposing team.

The cheers she heard around her were such a stark contrast to the self imposed silence she had moments before.

She smiled and let her teammates pat her on the back and offer her congratulations on her way back to the end line.

She remained friendly but truly wasn’t listening anymore, already ready to repeat her previous behaviors.

Jeremiah smiled to himself as he watched Y/n side eye glance at their coach as she stood at the end line again.

He silently fiddled with his fingers inside the pocket of his hoodie as y/n took notice of her coaches two fingers on the clipboard and then their coach’s signal to do a short serve.

Jeremiah held his breath in anticipation as she turned her gaze back to the game.

He knew zone serving was already a skill not everyone had.

But that combined with a specific area of the zone was increasing the pressure.

And he knew his girl well enough to know she was feeling said pressure.

However, he let out his held breath as the ball tipped over the net and landed on the floor just on the other side of the net.

The crowd, Jeremiah included, errupted in excitement at the seemingly easily earned point.

Y/n wasn’t ready to celebrate yet though, and he knew why.

There was one more point to go.

They were only up by one and needed to be up by two to win

He watched as y/n glanced over to the other teams coach, waiting to see if they’d call a time out.

Sure enough, she was right in her expectation.

The other coach quickly signaled to the ref for a time out.

Y/n rolled the ball back to the line judge as she made her way to the benches.

Her coach encouraged her to drink some water as he reminded his team to be ready for the ball to come back over after the serve and not be standing around unprepared.

Y/n haphazardly tossed her bottle back down as she toon in his words.

“Y/n, just go back there and do your thing. No matter what, we fight until the ball hits the floor. But, let’s just end this game and go home alright?” He asked looking at Y/n

She nodded and she and her teammates cheered each other on.

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Y/n nearly toppled over as her teammates rushed her upon winning the last point.

It hadn’t been off her serve, but rather off a back row attack she made during the last play of the long rally that took place after her serve.

Y/n smiled widely, excited to have won and proud of her performance tonight.

But her eyes nonetheless scanned for Jeremiah as the fans began to enter the court.

Suddenly she felt herself lifted into the air, a screech leaving her lips in surprise.

However, she quickly realized whose hands they were and giggled as he set her on his shoulders.

After a few short moments of celebration, Jeremiah set her down so she could go do the end routine of the game, such as acknowledging the other team and talking with her coach and team.

Yet when she left the team meeting and returned to the gym, she was again swung up into the air and spin around.

Jeremiah smiled widely at her as he spun in circles making her laugh.

He set her down and steadied her as he exclaimed, “you killed it y/n/n!”

She grinned shyly and walked into his embrace as she talked with him and a few other spectators.

—— Time Skip ——

“Stop telling me no” Jeremiah teased, tickling y/n.

She laughed and squirmed against his side but didn’t let go of the hold she had on his waist.

“Now, I’m going to try it again,” he huffed, smirking down at her as she cuddled against him as they walked to his car, “you were incredible tonight babe”.

As she opened her mouth to argue, he paused and turned slightly to give her a stern look; well as stern of one the constantly bubbly boy could manage.

She clicked her tongue and sighed, “fine, thank you Jere”.

Jeremiah rolled his eyes, “your team won the game y/n/n”.

“I know” she agreed, shrugging slightly as they resumed walking.

“Okay, I’m not Conrad. I don’t understand this whole ‘we won but I’m not happy’ thing” Jeremiah teased, but she could sense the slight disappointment he had over not knowing how to help and thinking Conrad would’ve.

She was the one to stop their departure this time, turning to face him and cupping his cheeks with her hands.

“I am very happy about that Jerebear, I love your positivity” she began, his cheeks becoming rosy at the nickname as he smiled bashfully.

“And I know I should just be happy, but I can’t help but see ways I could’ve done better” she explained softly with a small shrug to show him it wasn’t that belig of a deal.

“Like what?” Jeremiah asked, leaning further into her left palm.

She smiled at how adorable he was and hummed as she confided an example, “I missed most of my hits tonight Jere”.

He shrugged, “everyone has an off day”.

She nodded softly and gave him a thankful grin.

“Besides your off day is still far better than anyone’s normal day” he whispered, not wanting to start things with the players still leaving the gym behind them.

She laughed and genuinely smiled widely at him as she bit her bottom lip, “thank you handsome”.

He smirked, “that’s what I’m here for!”

As she opened her mouth to respond, she was once again cut off.

But this time not by an attempted glare from her boyfriend, but rather the sound of her empty stomach.

Jeremiah’s eyebrows shot upwards and he smirked again.

“Well, that and, that”. He said pointing to her stomach.

Her hands left his face as she crossed her arms over her stomach and giggled.

Jeremiah smiled and shook his head, tugging one of her hands back into his, “come on, let’s get you your victory dinner!”

Jeremiah pushed the plate of fries closer to y/n as he sipped on his drink.

She glanced up at him with a smile as she took another fry.

He silently pulled his phone out and took a picture, laughing as she scoffed at him.

“I had a fry halfway in my mouth!” She gasped.

Jeremiah shrugged, “still looked down right beautiful to me”.

She grinned, flattered, as he smirked at her.

“It doesn’t go on Snapchat though” she warned, tossing a fry at him.

He picked up the fry as it bounced off his chest and onto the table, quickly dropping it in his mouth with a satisfied grin.

“Nah, just my collection” he promised.

She didn’t even have to ask, she learned years ago before they even started dating that Jeremiah had a little folder of photos he’d taken of her over time that she had requested not be shared with others.

It ranged from her giving him an over dramatic smile whilst in bright pink braces, her poor attempt at being mad at Steven over something she doesn’t even recall having happened, and up to things like tonight where she had a fry hanging out of her mouth.

He loved them all as he claimed they showed all sides of her.

And while he wanted to show her off to the world, feeling she deserved all the attention, he selfishly didn’t mind keeping them private.

This way he knew her in a way no one else did, and he loved that.

Y/n finished a few more fries and then lifted her phone of the table to snap a photo of him.

Jeremiah merely held up his burger for the photo and grinned.

She giggled and looked at the picture, “now for a caption….”

Without missing a beat, Jeremiah mumbled, “dinner of champions” through the food he had in his mouth.

Y/n slapped her hand on her face as she shook her head, “you’re so freaking sweet”.

He laughed as he wiped his face with the napkin next to him before reaching over and grabbing her hand.

“I mean seriously,” she began before he could respond, “how are you this sweet and hot? It’s insane”.

Jeremiah laughed loudly as his dimples deepened and cheeks flushed crimson, his blue eyes alight with glee as he tried to calmly brush off the compliment.

“If one of the other girls ties to steal you I’m quitting the program” she said leaning over and sipping from his drink, “I’m dead serious”

Jeremiah shook his head, squeezing her hand, “no one could ever steal me from you y/n/n. I’ve loved you for years, gorgeous”.

She beamed, “I’m just saying, I will”.

He laughed and shook his head, “don’t quit, I like being on the sidelines for your games”.

“And I love you being there Jerebear, but I’m more protective than I am competitive” she smirked, “so if a bi-“

Jeremiah laughed and held his free hand over her lips, tenderly stroking her jaw with his thumb.

“you have my word, you’re the only one I want to be with and cheering on, babe” he swore, smiling at her.

—— Time Skip——

“Hey, have you seen y/n?” Jeremiah asked y/tm/n gleefully as he nearly ran into them on his third circle of the gym.

“Oh, hey,” y/tm/n laughed, “uhh yeah I did. I believe she’s still in the athletic room getting taped!”

Jeremiah tried to hide his concern and forced a kind smile and nodded at y/N’s teammate , “thanks y/tm/n”

“Of course, but just so you know, we’ll be staring warm ups soon” she warned, as if he wasn’t already aware

That’s precisely what had him worried.

It wasn’t uncommon for her to go to the trainer and get her shoulder tapped as she often over did it and would strain the muscle.

But, that usually only took a few minutes and was so routine she would get it done as soon as she got to the gym and not this close to her match.

Just in case she was advised to ice before hand for swelling, so it had time to safely warm back up before their actual warm ups.

Plus, he knew she had her shoulder taped the day before last, prior to the last game and the tape used for her shoulder lasted several days.

So he tried, but failed, not to sprint down the hall to the training room.

As he slid to a stop in the doorway, his eager eyes found her instantly.

She was sitting up on one of the med tables, propping her leg up as the main trainer was apply athletic tape to her knee.

He stood awkwardly in the door, knowing as he didn’t go to the same school nor was he an injured player, he didn’t have a permission to enter.

However, one of younger players from the lower team spotted him and called for y/N’s attention.

Jeremiah sighed and mouthed sorry to y/n as she turned to face him.

She shook her head softly and smiles to say it was okay

After examining what stage the trainer was at with the tape she looked back at Jeremiah and held up one finger with the offer of another small smile.

He nodded eagerly and took a few steps out of the doorway so someone else could come and go if needed and instead rested against the bricks next to the sign to the room.

As she stepped out into the hall, he promptly spun to face her, his hands instantly finding her upper biceps as he glanced at her knee worriedly.

“Jere” she giggled, “it’s not a big deal! I’m okay I promise”.

He nodded slowly as he looked back up at her, “then..?”

She kissed his cheek softly, “you know how my knees are. I just was helping jv warm up and it must’ve twisted wrong”.

“Are you okay?” He asked his eyes widening again.

She giggled and stoked his cheek, “yes honey, I just said I’m fine. Relax. Besides I’ve had worse”.

The unamused look he gave her made her sigh softly, “Jeremiah, I promise you, I’m okay. I iced immediately and it’s had time to warm up since then so I don’t do the ball handling drills cold, and y/t/n taped it to add support, plus the knee pads should offer protection too.”.

He let out a sigh of relief as he took in her words.

“You’re still going to play?” He asked, not as a judgment nor in disappointment, but just to be sure.

“I was cleared, I’ll be careful though” she assured him with a smile.

He nodded, “no, I - that’s great, I’m glad you’re playing”.

“Why wouldn’t she be?” Conrad’s voice called out as he suddenly appeared behind his brother.

“Oh, hey Con” she greeted him with a hug.

Jere pointed at her knee, the tape sticking out of her knee pad .

“Oof” Conrad commented, “probably shouldn’t say break a leg then huh?”

Jeremiah smacked the back of his brother’s head, “that’s not even for sports, you ass”.

Y/n giggled before kindly excusing herself to go to her team.

Conrad rolled his eyes as he watched his brother cautiously watching the way Y/n landed each time, making sure her knee wasn’t twisting wrong or buckling under her as she landers.

“What would you even do?” Con teased.

Jeremiah turned to him as the next point was awarded, “What?”

“If something did happen, what would you do? Rush the court to carry her to the trainer five feet away?” Conrad joked, trying to get him to relax.

“I don’t know man, shut up” Jere replied with an embarrassed laugh as he realized he was being perhaps a bit over protective.

“That was impressive!” Conrad greeted as Jeremiah cautiously set Y/n back on the ground, eyes watching her knee the whole time.

She smiled, squeezing her boyfriend’s arm to calm him as she thanked Conrad.

“I’ll go get your bag” Jeremiah offered, kissing her cheek before going to grab her stuff she’d set by her chair prior to the match.

Y/n watched him greet her teammates that were still around after the meeting as he grabbed her bag.

Turning to his brother she pursed her lips, “how was he?”

“How do you think?” Conrad smirked, but when he saw the guilt on her face he laughed softly to break the tension.

“He’s fine, just cautious” Conrad added, “don’t worry”.

She sighed softly and nodded, looking down at her leg, “probably shouldn’t mention it’s throbbing right now then”.

“Do you need the trainer?” Con asked, eyes on her knee just as Jere’s had been all night.

“No, no, it’s expected. I just need to ice when I get back and -“ she began

Suddenly her bag was sitting beside her on the ground as she took in a gasp of air when her boyfriend lifted her up upon his return.

“Jere!” She giggled as she coughed her breath

“I heard you” he advised, raising an eyebrow at her as he secured his arms under her, “Con, can you get her bag?”

She rolled her eyes softly, “I don’t need carried though”.

“Hmmm, I disagree, can’t have my girl in more pain, now let’s get you home?” Jeremiah questioned softly.

“Jesus babe, what part of you isn’t taped?” Jeremiah huffed as he stood before her.

She glanced up from the bench as she finished adding another band of tape to her lower knuckle.

“Hey cutie” she blew a kiss before going back to her task.

“Let me” he offered, kneeling and taking the tape from her.

As she held her hand out to him, he focused intently on having the applied tape securely support her fingers without being too tight for circulation.

She smiled at him as the tip of his tongue peaked out against his bottom lip slightly as he focused so deeply.

“Thank you handsome” she replied as he looked up upon finishing taping her hand.

He nodded with a smile, placing a kiss to her knuckles before letting go of her hand.

“Mmm, I know that look” he said, still kneeling before her as she sat on the bench.

She forced a smile and he sighed with a raised eyebrow to show he wasn’t convinced.

“Coach y/c/n was getting on us. Practice last night didn’t go well and now he’s mad and worried we won’t do well” she sighed.

Jere nodded, “and now you’re having to convince everyone to be positive while he’s being a grump?”

She giggled softly and nodded, “yeah, pretty much. But to make it worse, if we lose this game…”

“You don’t go to districts” he said, completing her sentence for her.

She nodded with a sad sigh, “no pressure right?”

“Honey, just focus on playing your best and having fun. The rest will follow. I know they’re a good team “ he said seeing the look in her eyes, “but so is yours. Most important thing is you enjoy the game. If it ends up being the last, you don’t want it to be made worse by not having at least enjoyed it”

She hugged him and nodded against his shoulder, “you’re right, thank you sunshine”.

Tightening her ponytail in frustration, she glanced to the crowd to look for Jeremiah.

He gave her a sympathetic curl of his lips and nodded in silent understanding.

She sighed and turned back to game.

“Okay..” she whispered.

Her teammate heard and quietly agreed, “yeah..”

Y/n threw herself across the gym floor in a futile attempt to go for a ball that certainly wasn’t hers.

She wanted to cry in frustration as she watched the ball hit the floor several inches away from her outstretched hand.

The blow of the ref’s whistle made her close her eyes to keep calm as she stood back up.

She felt her knee and shoulder scream from the inelegant way she had gone after the last ball.

But she resisted the temptation to sit down on the bench and call it quits.

She instead, took a shaky breath through the pain and focused on the other side of the net; not brave enough to see if Jere had noticed her pain.

Y/n still had her head hung when Jeremiah reached her.

She’d minimally acknowledged the teammates who’d all patted her back given her seemingly frozen posture upon their loss.

Their coach wasn’t known for handling losses well and tonight was another reminder of that.

As captain, she already felt responsible but even more so after his inappropriate screaming over their loss.

So when Jeremiah reached her and placed his hands on her back, she barley noticed.

However, she opened her eyes upon feeling the warmth and texture of the hand she knew so well seeping through her jersey.

She saw his shoes before her as his hand rubbed her back.

When she calmed down some, she was able to now hear he’d been whispering soft words of encouragement to her.

She leaned back and looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

“Oh y/n/n, no, please don’t cry” he pleaded as he dropped to his knees before her and wiped them away with his thumb.

“I’m sorry Jere,” she mumbled.

“You don’t need to apologize for crying Y/n. I just don’t want you feeling like this is all” Jeremiah explained kindly.

“No, I’m not apologizing for crying Jere” she argued quietly.

He rose an eyebrow at her, “why then?”

“We,…I, lost” y/n reminded him.

“So? It’s not on you , and even if it were, why apologize to me?” Jeremiah pondered aloud.

She sniffled, “you came all this way to support me and we didn’t even-“

“Hey now,” he took a deep breath, “babe, I’m here for you; win or loss. I didn’t come here to see you win. I came hear to see you. That’s all “.

“Are you sure?” She whispered wearily.

“Extremely” Jeremiah declared.

She smiled tenderly and touched his cheek, making him smile.

“I’ll always be on your side no matter what.” He assured her.

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Babe-Jeremiah Fisher

A/n: This song describes him so well. If you don't understand then I'm sorry, I would tell you but I would be spoiling the books. But I'm team Conrad all the way so yes he's my favorite. Jere isn't really my favorite, but I love Gavin. He's so funny. But please enjoy this one!

Song: Babe

Written: Sugarland (feat: Taylor Swift)

-Samantha

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'What a shame, Didn't wanna be the one that got away, yeah, Big mistake, broke the sweetest promise, That you never should have made, I'm here on the kitchen floor, you call, but I won't hear it, You said " No one else" '

Your POV

My head was resting on my arms while watching my phone ring for the tenth time this evening. I didn't have the heart to pick it up just to hear Jere's excuse or apologize. The only thing I had going through my head was the day he told me about him sleeping with someone he knew at his school.

That day is so clear to me and it hurts so much just thinking about it. I really wonder if Conrad or Belly knew about this. Hell or even Steven, Laurel and Susanna. I want to call one of them, but I'm so scared about Jeremiah knowing and trying to get the phone to talk to me.

Jeremiah's POV

I stood outside holding my phone and let out a frustrated groan. I just don't know understand why she won't let me explain myself. I was about to call her again when I heard someone speak.

" I would just give her space, Jere."

I turned to find Belly. " I can't stand her not answering. I really need her to hear her voice." I said

She let out a sigh. " Jere, you know what you di..."

I looked back at her and looked away with guilt. " I know! I don't need everyone reminding me!" I said loudly

Before either of us could say anything Conrad and Steven came running out.

" Guys chill." Steven said

I let out a small scoff and turned the other way. " Bro, we know you're upset even though you basically chose that path for yourself, so don't go yelling at any of us." Conrad said

I could hear all three of their footsteps return back inside. I made myself sit down on one of the lounge chairs while holding my phone in my hand.

Your POV

'What a waste, Takin' down pictures and the plans we made, yeah, And it's strange how your face doesn't look so innocent, Your secret had it's consequence and that's on you, babe'

I made myself move to my bedroom so I could throw all the pictures out. I knew if I didn't it would just haunt me for what he did to me. I couldn't get that night out of my head. The next thing I knew was the tears were running down my face. I couldn't make them stop even if I wanted them too.

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I felt the sun on the side of my face which told me that I probably cried myself to sleep last night. I heard my phone ding, so I looked at it just to make sure it wasn't Jere, but when I saw Connie texted me I was shocked to say the least.

'Hey, um Jere...may be my idiot brother, but I'm always here if you want to talk. I'm always one call away even though you live like two houses down.'

I let out a breathy laugh and text him back. I then got up to see my room trashed. I decided to take time to get myself together.

'Flashback'

I was sitting on the couch in the Fisher's house waiting for Jere to come, since we had plans today. I was starting to get worried when I heard his laugh come from the front of the door. I walked up there to find him talking to someone.

'Since you admitted it (oh), I keep picturin' (oh), Her lips on your neck (oh), I can't unsee it (oh), I hate that because of you (oh), I can't love you, babe what a shame, didn't want to be the one that get away'

"Jere?" I said

He turned around with a surprised look. " Wh...at are you do...ing here?" he stuttered

I looked at him confused. " Um...we made plans, remember."

He turned back to the girl he was talking to, before turning back to me. " Can we talk in my room?" He whispered

I nodded my head. I heard him telling the girl that they would talk soon. When I made it to his room I couldn't make myself sit, so I decided to just stand in the middle of his room.

" I know what you're thinking, but..." Jere started while walking in

" But what, Jere?" I asked

He just looked down. I could just tell that there was more to the story here. " Jere, please just tell me." I whispered trying not to show any emotion

He looked up through his lashes and said, " Tell you what?"

I looked at him with hope that it's not true, but deep down I knew it already. " The truth." I begged

" I think you already figured that out." he said

I could feel the tears starting to fall. " No, no, no." I whispered more to myself

I let out a choked sob before falling to my knees, I knew I should get up and leave, but all I could feel was numbness. " I'm so sorry." He whispered while pulling me into a hug. I pushed him off me, I looked at him through my blurry vision. " Don't touch me!"

He nodded and moved back. I made myself get up to walk to my house away from him and everyone.

Conrad's POV

I was heading to go to the kitchen to grab a drink, but saw Y/n heading for the door. I thought Jere and her were going out. I walked up closer to her only to realize she was crying. I gently placed my hand on her shoulder. I could feel her tense up which made my heart break a little for her. " Hey, Y/n/n. Tell me what's wrong?" I said concerned

She just shook her head. I pulled her in for a hug which she immediately melted into. " Ask your idiotic brother." She whimpered

She pulled away and gave me a small sad smile before heading out. I ran back upstairs to Jere's room. " What the hell did you do to her?" I said

He looked up. " Nothing."

I gave him a look. " Bull Jere. Tell me what you did."  

He just stared down at his hands. I whispered, " You didn't cheat on her did you." I held my breath praying it wasn't true. When he didn't answer I was shocked. " OMG!" I paused " Jere, come on! You had the best girl you could have asked for." I stated

All I got from him was silent. I shook my head in disappointment and walked out.

'How could you do this babe? You really blew this, babe, We ain't gettin' through this one, babe, How could you do this babe? This is the last time, This is the last time, This is the last time I'll ever call you, babe,'

Your POV

All I could think about was it was my fault. Did I do something to drive him to do this? I cried to my mom all night. I knew she didn't like seeing me like this, and I felt bad for piling all this on her when she already had her problems.

'Flashback Ends'

'How could you do this, babe? I'm here on the kitchen floor, you call, but I won't hear it, You said "No one else," We ain't gettin' through this one, babe, I break down every time you call, but I won't hear it, This is the last time, We're a wreck, you're the wreckin' ball, This is the last time, You said " no one else", This is the last time, I'll ever call you, "babe". '

Once again I'm in my kitchen sitting on the floor this time watching my phone go off with a picture of Jere and I. I know I shouldn't be crying because he doesn't deserve my tears, but I couldn't help it. I want to text him or at least answer just to tell him it's been over since I found out that he cheated on me.

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I knew I was going to regret the next decision I was going to make, but I had to tell him. I picked my phone up and went to our messages. I hesitated to write, but I knew it would make me somewhat better that he knew.

' Hey Jere, this is hard for me to say, but I know I need to say it. I would love for you to stop calling me for now, maybe just maybe in the near future we can be friends, but that's not an option right now. I just want you to know what you did really broke me and it's hard like really hard for me right now, so this thing with you and I is over and has been over ever since you the day you admitted to cheating. So this is my last good-bye, Jere.'

My thumb was right over the send button. I don't know why it won't push it. It's like my body is numb, or it's telling me not to let go. I know I need to let go and accept that it's happening. I forced my hand to move. Once it was sent I dropped my phone and the tears came down faster.

Jeremiah's POV

I heard my phone ding. I saw that she texted me. I started reading it and broke down. I only kept telling myself how stupid I am and it was making me feel even worse about the whole thing that I did. I just had to accept the fate that this thing with Y/n and I was really over.

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Omg! I feel like this one is pretty good. I feel like my writing is getting somewhat better these past years and I'm proud to say this. And I am so thankful for all you for reading and commenting plus voting. It makes me so happy! Again I really hope you enjoy this one!

-Samantha

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[berryflops]

" summer days " | jeremiah fisher

synopsis: summer days are always fun. but they're even better when jeremiah fisher is giving you flowers on every single one.

warnings: fluff, slow burn, oblivious reader, kissing, swearing | word count: 1,325

You slammed the car door behind you and twirled immediately. The sun was shining down and heating your skin. You knew you'd get a sunburn later if you started tanning in this heat, but the comfort of Cousins weather on your skin made you not give many shits.

"Get the bags, hon." you heard your mom call. You rushed towards the trunk and popped it open, dragging out your duffle. You heard footsteps behind you and saw a head of blonde hair before your luggage was lifted out of the car.

You turned to be faced with Jeremiah, the youngest Fisher and your neighbor throughout the summer in Cousins. His eyes, ocean blue eyes, stared into yours with a grinning glint.

"Hey, Jeremiah." You perked up cheerily, raising your shoulders and making a close-eyed smile. Jeremiah laughed, taking your duffle from your hand.

You turned and walked towards your house, skipping up on the porch and shoving open your door. Jeremiah followed you, dropping your bags by the coat hangars and shoe stands.

When you turned to face him he'd taken something out of his back pocket. You recognized a flower, a tulip specifically. You giggled, throwing your head back when a sudden memory rushed your mind.

Jeremiah was grinning across from you, the first day of the summer already complete with a swim in the ocean and ice cream for lunch. Now the two of you were lying on towels at the beach. Jeremiah's hair had bits of sand laced into it.

"What's your favorite part of summer?" he asked suddenly. You sat up and thought about it, delving into every crevice, every memory of summer you had.

"Flowers." you announced suddenly, looking him right in the eye. Jeremiah double-tracked, looking back at you right again.

"Flowers? Out of all the amazing things around Cousins, you say flowers?!" he exclaimed, hands gesturing around the place. You laughed, shrugging.

"Flowers are awesome, and pretty, and the clearest display of love that there could be." You grinned, voicing your thoughts the way you always did.

Jeremiah smirked, looking at you once again. "Flowers, huh?" you nodded reassuringly, confused when he held out a pinky.

"I promise that every single day of every single summer after this one, I'll be giving you a flower. A different kind every time, and I'll never forget for as long as we're friends." he shoved his pinky in my face repeatedly. "Deal?"

You shook your head disbelievingly. "Deal, I guess." you held out your own pinky, giggling when he beamed. Flowers every day. Didn't sound real, but if he did it it wouldn't be too bad. Would it?

"Thanks, Jere." You took the flower, tucking it behind your ear and posing theatrically. Jeremiah tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead and smiling down at you.

"We had a deal, didn't we?"

You woke up at your alarm, the ringing noise coursing through your ears. You groaned, slamming your hand on your dresser in an attempt to stop the alarm.

"God, stupid school alarm." you swore, turning over and pulling the covers over your body. You heard a knock at your door and let out an indignant noise.

No matter your protests you heard the door open. Someone pulled the covers off you, turning you over. You squeezed your eyes shut before blinking them open, Jeremiah's blonde hair greeting your eye-line.

"You had to wake me." you moaned, flailing your limbs in the air. Jeremiah laughed, making a show out of getting down on one knee. He took out a flower, a daisy, from God-knows-where and placed it gently on your chest. You giggled, sleep intoxicating you.

"Thanks, Jeremiah."

He shrugged, standing up and kissing your forehead. "We had a deal, didn't we."

Your third day had passed by with sightings of Jeremiah that failed to grant you with a flower. Eventually you'd decided he was taking a break, considering flowers are limited.

You sat outside the Fisher house, waiting for the boys to come outside and drive you to the bonfire. You turned when the door opened, facing Jeremiah holding a Sunflower.

"Thank you for my daily dose of the best part of summer." you smiled, standing up and kissing him on the cheek. Jeremiah kissed you on the forehead as a response.

"We had a deal, didn't we?"

A week had passed, each day with a flower. Jeremiah surprised you in a way that wasn't surprising each time, and it finished with a kiss on the forehead along with his signature words.

"We had a deal, didn't we?"

You were sitting in Belly's room, laying on her bed stomach-first. The two of you were having your own casual conversations, gossiping like you tried to do every summer.

A knock at the door shut you both up. You glanced up to see Jeremiah standing in the doorway. A smile worked its way onto your face. You hadn't gotten your daily flower yet.

"Seven o'clock, the docs. Don't be late." he winked, closing the door behind himself. You glanced at Belly and the two of you let out a squeal in unison, suddenly fluttering to find what to wear and how to plan. Girls doing what girls do.

You approached the doc, wearing a sage green knee length silk skirt that Belly had picked out, paired with a simple white baby tee. You jogged lightly towards the last few steps, slowing down when you saw Jeremiah sitting at the end.

His back was facing you as he sat on a picnic blanket, a spread of muffins and treats around him. When your footsteps stopped, the platform slippers you were wearing easy to detect, he turned around.

He held a bouquet of flowers in his hands, the colors bright as they shone in the moonlight. You smiled, a flood of glee running through your body. You felt so everlastingly happy, so everlastingly surprised, that you were stunned.

"Hey," he smiled, taking a step towards you. "I wanted to ask you something tonight." you took a step towards him, tilting your head in mock confusion.

"Yeah?" you asked. Jeremiah chuckled, throwing back his head.

"Yeah."

He handed you the bouquet and took one more step, close enough to lean in and kiss you if he wanted to.

"Y/N. I've liked you for ages, for an insane amount of time. I've tried not to show it and tried not to tell you but this summer I just gave up." he took a deep breath. "Every flower I've ever given you meant something to me. Every flower I gave you represented a small cell of how much I liked you."

He took one flower out of the bouquet and placed in behind your ear, gently. "I'll have to give you flowers till infinity. Because the feelings I have for you, the love, grows every single day."

You couldn't take it any longer, and so you kissed him. You pressed your lips softly to his, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you. You set down the bouquet to kiss him again, and again, over and over till both your breathing patterns were unsteady.

"So I take it you like me too," he whispered into your ear, causing a giggle to erupt out of you.

"Yes, you dimwit," you exclaimed, pulling him down for another kiss. Jeremiah obliged, but broke apart suddenly.

"Wait!" he looked scattered for a moment. He patted down his pockets, taking out a small box.

You gasped when he opened it, breath catching. Inside was a ring, decorated with different flowers all over the band. It was gorgeous, and he held it out shyly.

"Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?" you squealed, kissing him softly once again.

"Yes, yes, yes." you muttered in between kisses, pulling away when he slipped the ring on your finger. "Thank you, Jeremiah."

His eyes lit up teasingly. "We had a deal, didn't we?"

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[willowrites]

requests are open! main masterlist

STEVEN CONKLIN X READER

love and regret

warnings: nothing really just light making out, angst, and heartbreak

deb escort

warnings: nothing really, just slight kissing!

CONRAD FISHER X READER

sober thoughts drunk actions

warnings: drinking, making out, cheating (not really)

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[harrysloveboat]

divider credits to @silkholland , banner credits to myself

❥Conrad Fisher

❥Jeremiah Fisher

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[mvltisstuff]

going, going, gone - c.f

summary: y/n’s the only person who can get conrad, and he realizes that maybe he’s been falling for the wrong conklin.

conrad fisher x conklin!reader

gif from @conradfiisher

a/n: this will likely have a part two, so it probably won’t end here!! no promises as to when pt 2 is out but it will be there eventually ;)) this is literally me wishing i could slap some sense into belly

part two

“hey,” y/n greets, stepping into the beach house and finding conrad unpacking.

“hi,” he smiles lightly. the past few months have been nearly impossible. trying to crack conrad open is like trying to break into a safe. it took y/n forever to be able to understand conrad, and now that she finally did, there was an undeniable spark. she could sense the tension in his mind, knowing that something had set him off. he looked like he just wanted to break down, but he didn’t want to. if he did, he doesn’t know how to put himself back together.

“you ok?” she asks, cautiously. he’s almost like a wild animal, get too close and he runs away. especially since susannah died, he hasn’t been able to find a connection like the one he had with his mother.

“fine,” he mumbles, folding a few blankets onto the couch and placing some pillows beside it.

“conrad, don’t play this game with me again,” y/n sighs, stepping closer to him. he pauses in his movements to look up at her, slapping one last piece of decor on the mantle. “can we at least talk about the exam?”

“i, um,” he stutters, unable to find the right words that have disappeared in his mind. it’s like he completely pushed out the exam, all the other events had forcefully taken the excitement from it. “i feel really good about it, but it’s just an exam.”

y/n can tell in his slumped stance that something is truly disturbing him. he looks broken, and whoever did it certainly failed to put the pieces back together. it appears that they didn’t even try. “talk to me, conrad. please?”

he stops, breaking eye contact. he can’t look at her while he tells her because she can’t see his face when he says it. he doesn’t want y/n to see him crack under the pressure again.

“jeremiah and belly were making out on my car when i came out of testing. i walked out and there they were.”

“what?” y/n spits out, thinking about everything belly had told her before. “i thought she said she moved on-“

“yeah, i did, too,” his voice breaks, still avoiding any looks to y/n. if y/n sees him falling apart over belly, y/n would probably say something. the last thing conrad wants is for belly to know the affect this had on him.

“conrad, you know you can talk to me, right?” she steps closer, wanting to reach out her hand to him but knowing he probably doesn’t want it. he wants belly’s. “anything you say to me won’t get back to her.”

he slightly turns, finally letting his eyes wander up y/n’s body until they meet hers. he’s always found a trust in y/n. she’s been there since they were little kids, but it’s always felt different. there was an innocence to her, she felt like home and he could always run back to her if he needed her. he wouldn’t be able to handle it if he ruined that.

“i’m just so tired, y/n. it’s just one step forward and two steps back. i thought we could finally be over this, but they both just stabbed me in the back. on my car, during my test, in my hoodie. my mom always said belly was destined for me, but it just feels like jere took that.”

y/n can feel the hurt as well as see it on conrad’s face. she’s able to read him so well now that he’s not afraid to open up. she feels like they’ve gotten through a door, a point where they can share secrets and find a safety net in the other. “belly doesn’t deserve you, conrad. she’s not as mature as you, and you can thrive without her, i swear.”

“i’ll be ok, i just need a break from all this shit,” he groans, allowing y/n to finally walk up to him and hold his hand. “i don’t know if we can go back to the way things were after this.”

“i know i can’t change what happened, but i need you to understand that you’re not alone. at this point, you come first to me.” he nods, and y/n can see the sunrise in his face a bit more, but his mind is still covered with darkness. “if you need anything, please call me or come see me, ok?”

“deal,” he cracks a little grin, making y/n smile a bit in return.

“take care of yourself, connie,” she says before opening the front door. she starts the long drive home knowing what’s waiting for her there.

she plants her stuff down on the counter, letting her body relax after the hours behind the wheel. she starts to clean up some of the mess that she left on the counter when she hears squeaky footsteps come down the stairs.

“hey, you’re back already?” belly says, lurking into the kitchen to lean against the frame. y/n doesn’t say anything, she just looks at her and continues to organize everything. “what’s wrong, why do you look like that?”

“honestly, belly, i’m just trying to figure out what to say to you.”

“what do you mean?” belly asks, trying to think about why her older sister could have a reason to be mad at her.

“i stopped at cousins on the way home,” y/n informs her, belly knowing exactly where she left conrad.

“y/n, you can’t be pissed off because of what he told you-“

“no, belly, i have every right to be pissed. i’m pissed for conrad. you left him in the dust and you have no shame about it.”

“it just happened, jeremiah and i. i never wanted to hurt conrad, but im in love!”

“yeah, you were also in love last week with conrad. and the week before with jeremiah. you need to move on from them, bell,” y/n sighs, allowing belly some time to build another response.

“who are you to even say that?”

“because i’ve been there for both of them! i was there for jeremiah when you wanted conrad. i’m there for conrad because you are playing with their hearts like they’re toys. i can tell your hearts not fully in it with jeremiah, but i’m not gonna let you destroy those boys even more.”

“how am i destroying them?”

“belly, wipe that innocence off your face. you’ve managed to rip apart the fisher brothers because you cannot pick which one you like more.”

“but-“

“no, belly! listen to me,” y/n cuts her off before she can try and make anything better. “you couldn’t even contain yourself at susannah’s funeral because you were too worried about conrad. i know we are all grieving, but you are acting like you’re more worried about which brother likes you more. it’s exhausting having to clean up the mess you make over and over again. you’re slowly ruining this bond for me, for steven, for mom! you know i love you more than words, but if you keep playing with their feelings, belly, this family is going to be destroyed.”

“y/n, susannah told me-“

“use susannah as an excuse one more fucking time, belly.” the room goes deadly silent, y/n sick of the excuses and victimized mentality of belly. when steven comes stepping quietly into the room, he ganders softly into the chaotic mess that has formed between his sisters. she swipes her keys back off the table, grabbing an extra bag out of the closet. “i’ll be back.”

“where are you going?” belly says, eyes full of tears from her fear of confrontation. her voice was shaky, and y/n could still feel a sting of guilt in her chest. she hated to build a bigger wall between everyone, but belly had to hear it.

“i’m going to look after conrad, because you failed to do it,” y/n ends their conversation, slamming the front door behind her and moving to the car. she left the house with a terrible tone, but someone else needed her more. belly had jeremiah, taylor, steven, laurel, anyone she wanted. conrad had y/n, and that became enough for him.

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[wqterlillypdfs]

👀 jeremiah x reader fluff please ? like a beach picnic sorta thing ?

lyla, omg this request!!! i'm always up to writing for my favourite book boyfriend <333

summer love, beneath the sun

pairing: jeremiah fisher x fem!reader (can be read as gn) summary: upon your long awaited return to Cousins, your long-distance boyfriend Jeremiah Fisher has a special surprise planned for you... word count: 1.5k warnings: pure fluff! none other than that i think a/n: i had such a strong vision for this fic but idk if i did it proper justice! i kinda hate the ending though uhfvdjskm...

Jeremiah Fisher is nothing short of a romantic. He takes special care in absolutely spoiling you with his tooth-rotting sweetness, and today is no different. It had been a long and busy first week back in Cousins meaning you barely had any time at all to catch up with your boyfriend. Jeremiah had promised you a special evening today, just the two of you, and when you had asked him what he was planning, he simply winked at you and told you to wait and see.

So now you’re sitting on the curbside in front of your house, both your hands firmly planted on the harsh pavement below you. The sun was already starting to set and the late summer day’s humidity was making the air stick to your skin. 

You heard the familiar hum of Jeremiah’s big red jeep before you saw it, you smiled to yourself as you watched the jeep roll up next to the curb just a few feet from where you were sitting. Quickly, you pushed yourself to your feet as Jere got out of his car. His arms immediately enveloped you in a tight hug, and you left no time to hesitate before you hugged him back, resting your cheek on his shoulder as he swayed you side to side. 

His hands slip away from your torso to grab you softly by the shoulders. “I have missed you so much,” He states, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before pulling you away from him to look you in the eyes properly. 

He hums, as his features take on a more quizzical look, soft fingers come up to cup your face as he tilts it from side to side, “did you get prettier? I didn’t think that was possible.”

“Stop teasing!” you protest, but your words come out through a fit of laughter, reaching a hand up to tousle his dirty blonde curls, “and actually, I missed you more.”

He nods his head to the side like he’s thinking before saying, “unlikely, and also impossible.”

With a defeated sigh, you give into his antics and let him win this one time. “Okay, fine. But can you please, please, tell me where we’re going? This suspense is killing me!”

Jeremiah laughs heartily, before taking your hand and twirling you around, “it’s a surprise,” he reminds you, “and I hope you’ll love it.” He takes that same hand - and in a show of his usual over-the-top-gentleman-ly behaviour - ushers you to the door which he opened smoothly with his other hand.

You stepped up into his Jeep, relishing in the familiar scent. The leather seats and the smell of the ocean. Jere shut your door before walking around and sliding into the driver's seat. You grabbed the aux cord as he shifted into drive, scrolling through your music library until you found your shared playlist.

The car ride had you feeling like you were on cloud nine, absolutely enamoured in the presence of Jeremiah after being away from him for so, so long. The two of you scream-shouting to your favourite songs and laughing at how horribly out of tune you both sounded. There was no higher form of bliss than what you were feeling now. By the time Jeremiah had stopped the car, you were parked just next to the beach, across the road from you was a small street of local food shops, including your most favourite ice creamery. A sudden thought entered your head and it made you swoon, was this Jeremiah’s special surprise? Was he planning on taking you to a sweet ice cream date?

You reach across the centre console to quickly grab Jeremiah’s forearm before he unlocks the car to get out. “Wait, is your special surprise an ice cream date?”

Suddenly, Jeremiah feels like he’s fucked up. Looking down at your big doe-eyes while he contemplates what he’s about to say next. No, the surprise was not in fact a date to the ice creamery. He had something else in mind and now he wasn’t even sure if you’d like it. And he was more than one-hundred-percent against letting you down, “well, no…” he starts, watching your expression carefully to note any sign of change or disappointment, “but we can do both if you want?”

Jeremiah looks like he’s walking on eggshells to try not to disappoint you, and while you feel guilty you also find it a bit endearing that he’d willingly change the plans he’d made for you to do something that would make you happy. “No! It’s okay,” you quickly counter, “I’m sure whatever you have planned will be just as great.”

He nods, and at first it seems unsure, but then he smirks and says, “oh trust me, it will be.”

You roll your eyes playfully as you shove his shoulder. He sends a wink your way before getting out of the Jeep and helping you out of your side, but before you can get very far on the hard deck that meets the sandy edge of the beach, Jeremiah pulls something out of his pocket. An old red bandana hangs from between his fingertips as a sly smirk forms on his lips. “First, you need to put this on.”

Crossing your arms across your chest, you scoff to yourself, “you’ve put a lot of effort into this.”

“Yes, well you're worth it all, my love,” he says in an awfully cheesy tone, paired with batting his big ocean blue eyes.

“Eugh.”

“Eugh,” he agrees, before gently wrapping the bandana around your face, covering your eyes. “Can you see?” he asks for confirmation to which you shake your head.

“I’m a blind man, Jeremiah,” you tell him. He chuckles in response before placing a hand on each of your shoulders and slowly guiding you away from the pavement of the road, and onto the hardwood deck.

You weren’t joking though, with the blindfold on you really did feel blind, your walk was stiff and unsure, and your hands occasionally shot up to brace for impact whenever your shoes caught in a particularly large gap in the deck. But nonetheless, Jere’s grip on you never loosened, and he was so careful to make sure you were safe.

"Just a little bit further," he whispered into your ear, and all but a few minutes later, he made you turn and led you down a set of stairs until your sneakers hit the sandy floor of the beach. A few more steps later, Jeremiah pulled the blindfold off your head. You squinted as your eyes struggled to adjust to the light, blinking a few times before you registered the sun just starting to set over the horizon, splitting the sky into beautiful shades of blue, purple, and pink, the reflection shimmering across the water.

It took you a few seconds (which were painstakingly long for Jeremiah) to notice the real surprise he had set up for you. On the sandy shore of the beach laid a blue plaid picnic blanket which you recognised as Sussanah’s, accompanied by a picnic basket, as well as a bouquet of beautiful flowers.

The staggering rocks that were a few metres away to your left and the tall green reeds that blended into a thicket of trees on your right made the section of the beach that Jeremiah had taken you to feel somewhat secluded; a private section of the beach just for you two.

Honestly, you couldn't believe your eyes, “all this for me?” you gasped, turning to face Jeremiah who had the audacity to look shy.

He was quick to put on his confident front, pulling you in by the waist and craning his head down until your noses were almost touching.  “Who else would it be for?” he teased, brushing a few stray hands of your hair out of your face.

You felt the blush creep onto your cheeks and you instinctively diverted your gaze back down to the sand. You had no idea how to respond.

A breathy laugh escapes his lips and he pulls away, grabbing your hand and leading you to the picnic blanket. He sits down on the soft fabric before beckoning you to do so as well. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you lift the flap of the picnic basket to take a peek inside, and you're pleasantly surprised to see that it’s filled with some of your most favourite snacks and foods.

“So.. what do you think?” He asks, as he leans on his side to face you.

“This is so much better than ice cream.”

He laughed again, before pushing himself off the blanket and reaching over the basket to place a hand on your cheek. He caught your lips in a sweet kiss that smeared your glittery cherry lip gloss over your chin. When both of you finally pulled away, Jeremiah tugged your waist down so you were lying next to him, your head resting on his chest. 

This summer had only just begun, and yet you felt as if you could stay like this forever.

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[bonesandchalamet]

the fourth - j.fisher

masterlist

pairings: Jeremiah fisher x fem!reader

warnings: minor spelling/grammatical errors + fluff

a/n: super excited for the second season 😁😁

the Fourth of July on cousins beach was something else. it was far different from the normal parties at home. there were fireworks for miles at almost every hour of the night. the sky lit up in colors of red, white, blue, and sparkling shimmery gold.

there was nothing more magical than cousins beach lit up under the beautiful dazzling display.

however, you could think of a view much more beautiful to stare at. Jeremiah fisher.

he was one of Susannah’s boys that you began to develop a crush on. you’d seen him lifeguarding the pool from time to time. he’d been on the stand at your very first time at the country club, and while he was rotating around the pool, he crouched down to where you rest against the ledge, “you shouldn’t be in this pool.” he says, a playful smirk forms against his lips, “you’re making my job harder.”

from that point forward, you made it your mission to show up to that damn country club and in whatever skimpy bikini you could find to impress him. it’s what got you invited to the summer bash on the beach with his friends.

“this is Steven, who you’ve met he works at the club, belly, and my brother conrad. guys this is y/n.”

“you come here every summer?” belly asks, she’s the first to whisk you away from the three boys while they searched for the keg or any sightings of drinks.

“no, this is my first time.” you follow her along the sand, allowing the grains to slip into your sandals before situating yourselves towards the water.

“I can see you have an eye for Jeremiah.” belly nudges your shoulder before quickly turning her head in search of the boys. there wasn’t a sight of them for miles, so the coast was clear to chat of them, “he likes you too. he talks about you a lot.”

her emphasis makes you blush. having not known Jeremiah well enough, or even close enough, you’re unsure if he does this often. you’re unsure if it’s compliment that he speaks about you, or if he does this so often it’s annoying for his friends.

you don’t have too much time to question her before Jeremiah is kicking sand in your face and plopping down against the sand beside you. he’s brought two red solo cups, one for you and the other for him.

“thank you.” you smile. you take the cup from his hand, fingers briefly touching, his hand is wet from the condensation of the cup. you’re blushing even harder than when belly was talking about him, and you’re so thankful for the stars and the dark skies to mask it.

“I think shayla is here we should go find her.” belly suggests to conrad and Steven. while the three get up you catch belly’s eyes and she flashes a wink in your direction. you owe her for next time, and you’re sure there will be another.

“so you’ve never seen the fireworks here?” he scoots closer to you, thighs briefly brushing against each other.

you feel the butterflies in your stomach erupt as you look over into his eyes. the stars reflect in them, you can feel your heart beating faster when he looks over at you.

just as you begin to reply, the eruption of the crackles in the sky startles everything in you. you subconsciously jump closer to him, and feel his arm wrap around your shoulders, “I got you, it’s okay.” he chuckles while pulling you almost into his lap.

“I’m sorry I’m not normally scared.” you reply with a chuckle. you’re hesitant to relax against his body. he smells of sun tan lotion and a mixture of cologne, you could get used to that.

he turns his head in your direction. a small smile forms against his lips, “you’re beautiful under these stars.”

you inch closer, eyes glued on his lips. this is the only thing you could ever want. a kiss under the stars, fireworks erupting in the background. you want this.

you wonder what his lips taste like. do they taste like the beer he just drank? or perhaps the cherry popsicle he was previously sucking on that turned his lips bright red. the curiosity was killing you.

“that one’s pretty.” he swivels his head in the direction of the sky, index finger pointed at the golden shimmer against the darkness. you watch them for a moment, how they shimmer and dazzle.

for a moment, you feel the world stop around you. like life beyond you is just background noise and the fireworks are all you can see. you feel like a little kid again, wondering what life was like on cousins at age eight. you wonder how cute Jeremiah was then. you wonder if his family and belly’s did sparklers or cozied up under a fire to witness these very same Fourth of July fireworks.

it’s then when he takes his chance. he gently places his index finger under your chin and turns your face towards him. the curls that brush against his forehead gently tickle your forehead as he leans in. his lips fit like a glove. they taste like a mixture of cherry popsicle and bitter wheat beer he was illegally drinking.

you can feel fireworks in your own stomach erupting. they shoot up and dazzle over and over as he keeps kissing you. his hand is wrapped around the base of your head, fingers tangled in your hair.

“you taste like beer.” you say finally pulling away for air. you feel like you’re floating above water. heart is full of so much joy you’re smiling wider than you ever thought you could.

“is that why you stopped?”

you shake your head brushing a couple of strains of hair that stuck to your face from the wind, “no, I never wanna stop.”

“good,” he pauses for a second, fingers lacing into your hair again, “me neither.”

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Finally think I'm ready to write some Gavin/Jeremiah fics 🙈🙈🙈

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