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thesummeriswerved · 9 months

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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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buckysdolls · 8 months

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After Summer (Jeremiah Fisher x O/C)

Chapter 3- Summer Lovin'

Last Summer

Everything changed last summer when he kissed me. It was the last day of our summer at the beach house. I was enjoying a late night in the pool relaxing in the water. Jere, obviously in Jeremiah fashion, cannonballed into the water and our laughter echoed each other when we both came up from the water.

“Can I tell you something, Fel?” His facial expression turned from laughter to seriousness, when I noticed this I too returned a similar look. He swam closer to me, I was intimidated by how close he was to me but part of me felt excitement. I couldn't quite believe it when his lips hovered over mine. There were inches between them and all I wanted him to do was smack them together. I was almost sure that was about to happen, would this mean that our friendship would be tainted? If something went wrong would we ever be able to be just friends again? Maybe he wasn't leaning this close to kiss me, maybe I had something in my hair. His left hand started on my cheek, his thumb rubbing softly under my eye. I felt every movement as he moved his hand to my neck where he touched me gently. I watched as his eyes went from want to need in seconds. The next destination for his fingers to roam was my midsection, he ran his fingers across the line of my bikini bottoms.

“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” His voice was soft whispers as he leaned into my ear when he spoke. I didn’t speak, I hummed in agreement and nodded, I was speechless. I heard him growl in pleasure as he then moved his hands to my waist, he squeezed and manoeuvred my hips into the moment that he kissed me. It was needy as if he had wanted to do this in forever but the way he stroked me delicately the kiss was full of care and control. I’d only ever kissed Jarrad and one other boy when I was fourteen. Jeremiah had kissed so many and though that scared me I felt utterly safe, like I was his first kiss all over again. I don’t know what came over me because I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him, his hands found their way to my back and ass to keep me in the position we were in. It wasn't till he pulled away to look up at me, a look as if to ask if I was okay and that was when the feeling of the kiss changed. I leaned back down and this time it was delicate and slow. It was a kiss that felt cherished and special. That night we spent observing the sky, we pushed the sun loungers together and I snuggled into Jere, one leg hooked over his legs, my head resting on his chest. He had one arm around me and the other behind his neck.

“What are we Jere?” I was scared to ask but I needed to know. I was scared because I didn't want this to be a one time thing like Jere was often prone to. Jere lifted my chin so that our eyes connected.

“You’ve been my best friend for ten years Fel, but there were times I wanted it to be more. I think about you day in and day out and that's all year round, not just summer. I think you're so beautiful and I love the way you have tiny snorts in your laughter. I love it when you wear your strawberry lip gloss. I love it when you pull your hands into your sweatshirt when you get nervous. The year you bought Jarrad here was the most difficult. Watching him hold you, kiss you and whisper things in your ears was vile for me.” I smacked his chest playfully as he scoffed the last part of the sentence.

“C’mon, we weren’t that bad” He was right I did add a tiny snort in my laughter, I don't think I'd ever noticed that before.

“It was bad enough. What I’m saying is I don’t want any high school seniors digging their dirty claws into you this year.”

I was confused. He didn’t give us a label but it also felt like he was making us exclusive. He planted a kiss on my hair and held me tighter to him. I woke up the next morning, not on the sunlounger but in my bed in a t-shirt that definitely wasn’t mine, but definitely smelt like Jeremiah. I looked over at my phone, I’d received several messages but only one that mattered. ‘Good Morning Beautiful Fels.’ I dropped my phone to my chest and pressed my hands to my face to hide the smile that was beaming across my face. My smile soon faded as I realised it was the day summer ended as we were leaving the beach house. I would be four hours away from Jeremiah and Finch college. He would be enjoying college life whilst I fretted over my final exams.

After that summer everything went wrong.

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absurduty · 6 months

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FORTUNATE

INTRODUCTION

abridgement: in an affluent society, the children of three wealthy families strive to compete, balancing love, hatred, and ambition.

enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, drug addictions, mostly happy moments (?), puppy love, academic rivals, anxiety, eating disorders, intense friendships, homophobia, classism,

A/N: Couldn’t add Percival due to the 10-image rule 💔

CAST

[ HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN AS…

ALISTAIR HAYES CARTWRIGHT]

“The oldest of the Cartwrights. He isn’t around much. He considers us children and himself to be the most mature.”

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[EWAN MITCHELL AS…

ATTICUS LUCIAN CARTWRIGHT]

“The second oldest Cartwright, although there is much more of a fiery rage in him than his older brother.”

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[SASHA PIETERSE AS…

ATHENA ROSE CARTWRIGHT]

“The All-Praised. You could call her the Patron Saint of house Cartwright. Kind, generous, but fierce. She was sunshine, Iris was midnight rain.”

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[TOM BLYTH AS…

AURELIUS PIERCE CARTWRIGHT]

“As ambitious as Atticus, but more extroverted. Perhaps Atticus' shadow is all he will be.”

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[ADRIANA LIMA AS…

IRIS VIVENNE HARLOW]

“Ambitious, anti-social, but polite. Cut from the same cloth as Atticus, but more gentle. She has that same fiery rage, but only on the rink. All-Praised just like Athena, but in a different way. If Athena is science and maths, Iris is Latin and history."

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[GAVIN CASALEGNO AS…

SILAS HUGO HARLOW]

“Reckless, playful, humour-able. The golden retriever of the Harlow family. Straight a’s, if it weren’t for him getting sent out every lesson. He loses a lot of points on attitude.”

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[ANGELINA JOLIE AS…

SIRI HELENNE HARLOW]

“The sweetest girl. I think no matter the family, they all agree on something. Protecting precious Siri. Best friend to Aurelius, Percival and Georgina. Ambition to become a doctor, and her favourite character is Primrose Everdeen.”

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[CHICO LACHOWSKI AS…

CORNELIUS ASTOR HENDRICKX]

“Handsome, rich, smart. Goes both ways. Closest companion to Iris and most hated companion to Alistair.”

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[INDIA EISLEY AS…

GEORGINA ESTELLE HENDRICKX]

“Best friend to Siri. Aurelius merely tolerates her because Siri likes her. Loves history, latin, and sports. A perfect friend to Siri since those three things are what House Harlow stands for.”

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seredelgi · 8 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Summer I Turned Pretty (TV 2022), The Summer I Turned Pretty Trilogy - Jenny Han Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Isabel "Belly" Conklin/Jeremiah Fisher Characters: Isabel "Belly" Conklin, Jeremiah Fisher, Conrad Fisher (The Summer I Turned Pretty) Additional Tags: Kissing, Groping, POV Jeremiah, Unreliable Narrator, POV Third Person, Smut, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Underage Kissing, Orgasm, Simultaneous Orgasm, Possessive Behavior, Dirty Talk, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Swearing Summary:

"He had felt it in the way Belly melted against him during the kiss. There was no doubt left in him that she had nothing binding her to Conrad any longer, and whatever pallid remnant of him she still held in her heart he would wash away with his undying love, and she will finally be his."

OR a revisitation of the motel scene.

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gayashelljatp · 8 months

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Jeremiah Fisher x Steven Conklin | Hush now, i know we're a little too fucked up to stay still, love

Tags: Drunken Shenanigans, One Shot, Flirting, Drunken Flirting, Underage Drinking, can be read as platonic or romantic, Jeremiah is responsible for the first time in his life, Steven is a drunk flirt, They kinda in love but kinda not, I was having fun writing this, Not Beta Read, Fluff, Short & Sweet.

Summary:

Steven has had a little too much to drink and Jeremiah is trying to get him to bed. Drunk shenanigans ensue. or Jeremiah and Steven drunk fic.

Content Rating: Teen and Up.

Wordcount: 1,076

READ THIS FIC ON AO3

Notes (Same as On AO3):

Hi, it's my first fic in this fandom! I'm really excited to share all of The Summer I Turned Pretty fics I've had in my vault. I'm Ace I write mostly for Julie and The Phantoms on this account. But I'm branching out posting and writing gay shit for other fandoms.

In honor of season 2 of The Summer I Turned Pretty being out!!! Here's a cute fic where typically, Jere is the drunk one, but I decided to be unique and reverse the roles of Jere and Steven.

This was made around Valentine's Day, so I felt the cute vibes. Here are the songs that inspired this fic: 'Everytime' by Ariana Grande, 'The Night Is Still Young,' and 'Lowkey' by Niki are the biggest influences in this fic. The title of the fic is from 'Lowkey' by Niki.

(Here’s a Spotify playlist of this fic)

Enjoy the fic & Remember to give feedback!!! It is always appreciated.

Extra Notes (Tumblr Exclusive):

Present me so this my fanfic that has done really well on AO3. So I decided to post it on my Tumblr first. I don't know how to use this platform very well so a little help could go a long way.

It was a normal summer night in the Fisher's beach house: the Conklin and Fisher teens were split: into two groups. Belly and Conrad are at the pool talking for hours. Meanwhile, Steven and Jeremiah, both boys, we're getting drunk off their asses. Both enjoy each other's company.

Jeremiah, who has been trying to blackout less, was holding his mojito in his hand, trying not to down it in a second. Meanwhile, the Asian teen in front of him was drinking that up like water.

“Okay, buddy, that's enough,” Jeremiah says sweetly before grabbing the bottle off the table trying to get it out of Steven's reach.

“Jere, give it back,” Steven pleads as he tries to snatch the bottle back from Jeremiah's grasp. Steven pulls out all the stops and grabs Jeremiah's waist trying to get him still. Steven's face was not not situated underneath Jeremiah's chest.

That action alone stopped Jeremiah in his tracks. Soon redness starts to creep into his face. It covers the tan face: of the blonde boy. If this couldn't get any worse for Jeremiah he decided to look down. He locked eyes with Steven smiling dumbly at him. His eyes pierced through Jeremiah's soul, and his lips were parted, showing a few of his teeth. It was the most beautiful sight he's seen.

Jeremiah stutters, not knowing what to do or say next. He's never seen Steven smile at him like that before, and it was doing something to him. “Steven, it's time to stop drinking and get you to bed,”

“No!” Steven exclaimed loudly. Clearly, the boy was intoxicated to the point that he lost control of his volume. “Jere, I don't want this night to end,” Steven begs. He soon gets off Jeremiah and then stumbles back down on the couch. He reaches for his phone and starts playing random dance-pop music.

Steven then clumsily gets up and starts dancing offbeat to the song. He flailed his arms and shook his hips; it looked like he was in pure euphoria. “Dance with me,” Steven invites Jeremiah with the most intoxicating smile.

Jeremiah couldn't deny the invite. Maybe dance a little, then tuck the guy into bed. He puts away the bottle. Jeremiah takes Steven's hand, and they start rocking out. They laughed as their bodies intertwined. Jeremiah tried to dance more to the beat of the song. but his drunk best friend was still dancing to the rhythm of his own beat. Jeremiah couldn't lie, he looked kinda cute.

A few songs later, Both of them were tired of dancing. Steven decided to sit down: on the floor. Jeremiah then plops down on the floor to join him.

“Okay, I think that's enough fun for you,”

“There's never enough fun for me. Jere, don't be a buzzkill, please,” Steven pleads in a whiny tone. Steven desperately tried to convince the blonde boy to stay with that frowning face. But it was time for Jeremiah: to be the responsible one for the first time in his life.

“Steven, I’m serious, you need to go to bed,” Jeremiah whispers, trying to soothe the teen as he grabs the other boy's hand. Maybe if he was gentle enough, he could get Steven in his bed before sunrise. But that was going to be a challenge.

“The night is still young,”

“Steven, it’s almost 2. That’s not very young,” Jeremiah playfully says both of them laugh in tandem “Besides, you have a shift in the afternoon, So, time to get your ass to bed,” Jeremiah added with a frustrated huff. Jeremiah hated being the responsible one, but for Steven, he will gladly be the buzzkill.

“I don’t care about my job right now,” Steven says, slurring a few words before announcing very loudly, “Come and catch me!” Steven ran out of the living room like a maniac entering the backyard.

Jeremiah had no choice but to start chasing after his drunk best friend “Steven, come back!” He exclaims loudly. Damn Steven was faster than Jeremiah expected, He guessed being lean did pay off for something.

Jeremiah chased after him all around the massive Fisher’s backyard. Steven the whole time was spewing out random words while running. Jeremiah trailed him all the way back to the living room.

“Thanks for the workout buddy,” The blonde let out breathlessly. Steven hasn’t acted this rowdy since the first time he got really wasted, But when that happened they had the whole summer gang to deal with him.

“Like that one song ‘The Scripts’ sang, ‘I'm not moving.,” The boy added as he crossed his arms and stayed sat down. Only a drunk Steven could reference a song from 2008.

“Okay, Mr. I don’t care about my job. You don’t care right now, but Laurel will kill me if she sees you wasted in the living room,”

“The only way you're getting me off this floor is if you drag me out of here, I’m not budging,” Steven challenges. He knew there was no way Jeremiah was gonna do anything. But much to Steven’s surprise: Jeremiah got up and did start dragging Steven against the hardwood floor.

Steven was making the loudest noises and groaning while being dragged by Jere, but that all stopped. Because all of a sudden, Jeremiah picked him up bridal style and carried him up: to his room. Jeremiah didn't want to manhandle his friend, but he knew that nothing was gonna happen if he didn’t do it.

Jeremiah plops his best friend onto the carpet and proceeds to: fix the bed for him to lie in. After Jeremiah: was done preparing the bed for him. Jere pats the bedsheet and watches as Steven clumsily climbs onto the bed.

He then tries to tuck Steven into bed. Then the other boy wraps his arms around him. “Steven this is nice but let go I'm trying to tuck you in,”

“Stay please,” Steven croaks out. He sounded really desperate. Jeremiah couldn't really deny his best friend.

“Good night Steven,” Jeremiah whispers before he turns around and kisses Steven on the cheek. He didn't know why he did it but it just felt right at that moment.

Steven's face warms up. His drunken state didn't help but he was very flustered by that but he manages to say “Good night Jeremiah,”

The blonde boy closes his eyes and accepts his fate. Jeremiah lets Steven be the big spoon and cuddles him to sleep.

Post Notes: Hope you enjoy the fic & Remember to give feedback!!! It is always appreciated. I don't know how to use tumblr hope I used it correctly.

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thesummeriswerved · 9 months

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

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thesummeriswerved · 2 years

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I haven't seen anyone write any fics about actual Gavin yet. Is that something yall would be interested in? I've got sooo many ideas 🙈

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buckysdolls · 9 months

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After Summer (Jeremiah Fisher x O/C)

A/N- Make sure you've read the prologue, you can find it on my masterlist :)

Chapter 1- Summer Without Them

I intended to be alone on the beach, it was 1am and I believed no-one would be there. Yet, Conrad was, the tide was out, the sea was barely reaching the ends of his toes. I continued my light footed walk down to him, he had his legs pulled up to his chest with a joint in hand. Our time at Cousins so far hasn't been easy, not like it usually is thanks to the moms getting shit together. On our arrival the boys found out their beach house was to be sold, they were reintroduced to their cousin Sky, Jeremiah and I still hadn’t said a word to each other and Conrad and Belly were still trying to work out their issues. No wonder Conrad was sitting out here enjoying a joint.

"This seat taken?" I asked Conrand as I wrapped my hoodie around myself to shield the cold breeze that tickled my bare midriff.

"No, please" Conrad didn't look up at me, I know he knew it was me from my voice. Once I was sitting in the same position as him, he looked over offering me his joint and I took a hit. I coughed slightly which caused Conrad to chuckle.

"It's bad for you." I told Conrad as he continued to watch me.

"Then why'd you take it?"

"Same reason as you? Take the edge off a little bit" I gave Conrad as big of a smile I could, which wasn't very big. A quick silence lingered before Conrad spoke up.

"Why are you awake at this time?"

"Couldn't sleep. It's not the same without Blake and Susannah. Jeremiah down the hall. It's overwhelming."

"You do know Jeremiah’s still moping around even after being crowned homecoming king."

I was strong willed, gosh I’d been through enough shit to say that. Other people called me stubborn but I was so tired from just about everything that that conversation with him seemed like effort. Jeremiah hadn’t made much effort either, he looked drained though so I didn't know if he was actively avoiding me or if he was tired too. We’d only spoken through looks, it took every inch of me to not collapse, jump and lay in his arms, feel his muscles tighten around me and have him run his fingers through my hair. For ten years he was the only boy I’d ever thought about day in day out, the only boy I’d texted everyday. It was always a text that said ‘Good Morning beautiful Fels.’ He was my light and warmth; everything that love should be… it was him. Even two summers ago when I was dating Jarrad and brought him to the summer house, all I could think about was what it would be like to kiss Jere. It was no wonder Jarrad ended things with me a couple days after leaving the beach house. He told me he could see how drawn Jeremiah and I were to each other and he didn’t want to be second best. Yes, I was angry at him for leaving me on that beach but I’d had time to process that evening and I knew he did what he had to do to protect his heart. I could never stay angry at my Jeremiah.

"He's just trying to put on a brave face in front of you. He still loves you" I stuck my hand out indicating I wanted another go at the joint to relieve some of the pressure of the way this conversation was heading.

"What about you? Why are you here?"

"Mom. Blake. The house getting sold." I looked away from Conrad and out to the sea when he said his name. I thought of the house that we'd spent all our summers in and sighed at the thought of knowing this summer would be the last in it as their Aunt Julia prepared to sell it. Then my mind wandered to Susannah and how she’d passed a few months before Blake. Our families had been battered, we were all bruised.

"I'm sorry…" before he could continue I stopped his apologies by interrupting.

"Don't be sorry. You want to talk about it? Any of it?"

"I miss them both Fel." I laid my head on Conrads shoulder and his head fell on top of mine, we held hands and we both looked out to the sea together.

"Let's enjoy this summer Conrad. Well do everything we can to save it, Belly is making sure of that. Well do everything Blake loves too. Especially the fairground and arcades."

Disconnecting from Conrad I stood up, wiped the sand off from my backside and legs and began ruffling his hair.

"Changing the subject. Is this the summer of Conrad and Belly?" Conrad cracked a laugh and tried to swat me away as I tried to poke at him, it was the first time I'd properly laughed in ages.

"Maybe. I'm trying to get things back to the way they were. Will you forgive Jere?" I wrapped my arms around the neck of Conrad to give him a quick embrace not even acknowledging his question.

"I'm going back inside. Are you coming?" We stood up together and made our way up the beach towards the path that would lead us back to the house. Conrad was like my brother, he was someone who knew everything about me, all my teeny tiny little secrets. Like who my first kiss was with, the first time I smoked weed or got drunk at a non-legal age. The secret that I’d crushed on Jeremiah for long. Susannah, Laurel and my mom always gossiped like teenage girls that somewhere amongst the group love would blossom, but never between me and Conrad. I knew Conrad’s heart belonged to Belly and he knew mine belonged to Jere.

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buckysdolls · 9 months

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After Summer (Jeremiah Fisher x OC)

Prologue

Felicity looked out at the sea of people in front of her. She didn’t even recognise half the people, she wasn’t sure if it was because of the tears forming in her eyes rendering their faces unrecognisable, or if she genuinely had no idea how many people her brother Blake, actually knew. Standing in front of these people Felicity wondered if she would ever be able to touch the lives of this many people just like Blake had. The decision to share her brother's eulogy was the easiest decision she’d made in her eighteen years on this planet; she wouldn’t let some random vicar talk about her brother like they knew him. They didn't. Nobody knew her brother like she did. Nobody except the four faces she stared directly at, the four faces who she knew could help her pull through this. Conrad, Belly, Steven and finally Jeremiah. Their eyes met and their sorrow matched each other. Felicity observed the tears trickling down Jeremiah’s cheeks and the gloom in his usually sparkling blue eyes was an exact replica of the last time she saw Jeremiah two months ago, a few days after her brother’s body had been pulled from the car wreckage. He was pleading with her to not end it with him, telling her he would be there for her during this time but her mind was begrudgingly made up, they would be better off as friends during this period of her life and waiting till things were better before committing. That conversation ended with him driving off in his car leaving her alone on the beach where the six of them had once enjoyed innocent childhoods. He left her alone, when she needed her best friend the most.

With a shaky sigh, Felicity steadily unfolded the paper that she had been clutching in her hand. She smoothed it out as she placed it on the church podium before taking a deep breath. Looking up at the words from her paper she captured Belly giving her a reassuring smile which gave Felicity the encouragement to speak up.

“Blake was the best brother a girl could ask for. He did everything a brother was supposed to do… make me laugh, tease me about the endless crushes I had, mainly the ones that were his friends. Most importantly he protected me and loved me. I would do anything to have one last day on Cousin’s beach with him and our friends. One last dinner with our parents sharing a KFC bargain bucket. I’d do anything to watch him play one last game of football and I wish I could cherish that look of concentration, pride and fulfilment on his face when he played. His future was so bright, one stupid mistake took that all away from him."

In that moment Felicity took a pause as a heartbreaking wail emerged from the body of Blake’s grieving girlfriend, who was being cradled by Felicity's mother.

“Right now he should be celebrating, enjoying his summer knowing he'd just passed his second year of college. In his last game of the season he was being scouted by the NFL. That's how amazing Blake was. Sports was his world. Every opportunity he took it by the balls because that's how much he believed in himself… his confidence was unmatched. I know he's looking down at us all today and telling us to carry on with life, don't give up just because he's gone. And we will carry on… for him."

Felicity turned her head to the left of her to look at the portrait of Blake, he had the biggest grin, he was always told his smile could light up a room. As she continued to look at him she said "I miss you so much… I love you" and with the closing statement she gently wiped away a few stray tears, folded up her piece of paper and made her way back down the steps that lead to the congregation where her doting father met her, wrapping his arms around her shoulder leading her to their seats. Felicity was surprised she'd managed to make it through her eulogy without fully breaking down, she wanted to be confident just like Blake whilst she delivered it.

"He'd be so proud." her dad whispered.

After the funeral, the celebration of Blake’s life continued back at their family home which meant Felicity could hide away upstairs, she didn’t have to speak to anyone or put on a brave face, it was exhausting. Jeremiah had entered the home followed by his friends, he was inches away from reaching out for Felicity’s arm to console her. It would be the first time he spoke to her for months. His hand touching her shoulder had scared Felicity until she looked up to see who the hand belonged to. Seeing Jeremiah, Felicity was instantly calmed and felt at home under the touch of him until it triggered the thoughts that had led to her feeling betrayed by him…

It was a muggy, windy evening, Felicity felt as though her own tears crashed into her skin like the waves to the shore in front of her. Her head rested on Jeremiah’s as he comforted Felicity, holding her close to him, his fingers brushing her bare, goosebumped skin. He himself had tears strolling down his cheeks as he listened to the whimpers of Felicity. He knew for the last few days he was losing Felicity, she had become withdrawn, quiet and both physically and emotionally unavailable. Now wasn't the time to be selfish, but he loved her so deeply, he’d waited years for their relationship to reach the point it had.

“Jere” Felicity’s head raised as she shuffled away from him. Jeremiah's heart instantly sunk as he heard the bleakness in her voice.

"I can't do this" her voice cracked in pain as she blurted the words out as quickly as she could.

"Do what?" Felicity watched the confusion wash over Jeremiah.

"Us Jere. I'm not what you deserve right now… not anymore."

"That's bullshit Fel. You're everything I need" Jeremiah’s hands instantly grabbed the cheeks of Felicity, his eyes searching her in hopes of their spark and he found the spark but it was dying embers. Clutching the hands on her cheeks and allowing her eyes to close and her head to slightly tilt knowing this would be the final time she felt Jeremiah she shook her head.

"Not anymore, not with what's happened with Blake. I can't be with you, Don’t make this harder than it already is."

"Don't do this Fel" Jeremiah's voice cracked as he cried.

"I need you as my best friend Jere, I need you to understand I can't be the girlfriend you need. I'm broken… without Blake I'm broken"

"I can't be your friend Fel. I love you." In a move that shocked her Jeremiah ripped himself away and stood over her.

"If you love me then stay with me, be my friend. Please Jere" Felicity was shouting through her tears, her own arms wrapped around herself as she watched Jeremiah start backing away from her shaking his head.

"I'm sorry Fel." Jeremiah turned his back on a devastated Felicity, leaving her alone and even more broken than before.

Felicity brushed Jere's hand off her shoulder and bolted up the steps to her room. Felicity stripped off from her black dress and heels and changed into her pyjamas, plopping herself on her bed and scrolling through the countless messages she'd received throughout the day. Downstairs Belly had convinced Jere to let her go upstairs to talk to Fel. Felicity heard light footsteps and noticed Belly standing at her door wearing a faint smile. Felicity tapped the space on the bed next to her suggesting Belly came and sat next to her.

"Cousins." Belly slightly chuckled.

"What?" You looked up from your phone towards Belly.

"Come to cousins with us. We're heading that way tomorrow."

"Without Blake?"

"I know, I know it won't be the same. You need a break, Fel. Come with us." Felicity shook her head, she was confused in her feelings. Every summer the Anderson’s, Fisher’s and Conklin’s spent the summer’s together in Cousins. The mother’s were inseparable and Felicity often wondered if her friendships would last like her mothers. She knew Laurel and her own mother would not be going this year, instead they would be in New York for Laurel's book tour. Felicity thought of a summer with just the five of them, the laughter summer brought, the sea salt breeze through her hair and the soft sand between her toes, those thoughts brought her happiness and peace until she remembered one important detail.

"Jere won't want me there… the way things ended"

"Jere wants nothing more than to see you. Your his teammate for all things pairs"

"And Steve won't have a pair this year so… it makes sense for me not to go…"

"Don't be silly. Please come, Felicity. If things get too much we can drive you home?"

The compromise seemed to put her mind at ease and Felicity agreed to travel to Cousin’s with her family friends.

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