#i love Jeremiah i do that's why i wanna hurt him

[fitzells]

request for conrad bringing his girlfriend to the boardwalk in e4 with the group??? maybe a distraction kiss during the laser tag game so bellys team wins instead

i’m like a conrad fisher blurb machine. seriously. requests still open for all characters. hope i did this justice!!!! belly conklin i love u and ur need to win everything u are the love of my life. this NOT PROOFREAD! and not written very well i can do better trust. ok bye.

You like seeing him happy. It suits him. His entire face just lights up the minute his lips contorts into a grin, it’s contagious. He needed this day, with his friends. With Jeremiah. With you. He really needed you here in Cousins; but Conrad Fisher is not known for being vulnerable, he’s not even remotely close to an open book. So, a couple of days ago, when he opened the front door to be greeted with you, Jeremiah and Belly; it took all of his strength to stop himself from breaking down on the spot.

He hadn’t seen you in a while, and you both blame it on the distance; really, you do. That’s why you love summer so much. Cousins. The beach-house. It’s just for you and Conrad; for a little while, it’s just magical. He knows he could be putting more of an effort in, but he really doesn’t want you to see how low he gets. You’re his sunshine; and he really doesn’t want to dampen that.

You were tucked into his chest now, peering up at him and feeling the pure serenity rushing through your veins at the sight of him smiling. You love him so much it hurts.

“Laser tag!” Belly snaps you out of your daze, her fiery competitiveness making you jolt a little. “Hey, Conrad; hands off my girl. No mind games, I’ve got my eye on you.”

She gestures for you to stand over with her, Taylor and Skye. Taylor narrows her eyes at Conrad, and sends you a happy little grin as she reaches her hand out for you to grab at. You shrug your shoulders, swivelling your head away from your boyfriends attempt to kiss you a quick goodbye; and all of your friends laugh loudly at the rejection.

“Yeah, Conrad.” You snide. “No mind games.”

He flips you off.

“We actually don’t need mind games. We’re simply the better team.” Steven declares. Conrad and Jeremiah yell out agreements as the three of them wrap their arms around each other.

You spin on your heel and face your three teammates. “Four against three. We have an advantage he—“

Conrad boos loudly. “You have no advantage.”

“Ignore him.” Belly chimes in, the two of you standing before Taylor and Skye. You nod. “We have to beat them. Game face on; in it to win it. Team Belly for life.”

“Oh please, that’s the worst pep talk I’ve ever heard!” Your boyfriend laughs. Steven and Jeremiah spew out words of agreement.

You raise your eyebrows. “Okay, Fisher. You wanna trash talk? Because remember that night I went to visit you and your dorm hall was empty and you wanted to—“

His face falls, and turns bright red. “Alright! Let’s play.”

Belly pulls you in for a hug. “Hit him where it hurts, I like it. Also.. I’m gonna need to hear that story later.”

You grin.

The game is actually not as lighthearted as one would think. So, maybe you’re all in your late teens; and maybe it’s a game aimed for six year olds’ birthday parties, regardless; you have a competitive streak that could possibly be labelled a little toxic. You need to win, badly. You’ve hit Steven and Jeremiah, easily. Your main target is Conrad; and you can’t seem to find him anywhere. Until you do, and you smile sweetly.

“Hi.” You whisper. He smiles and greets you back.

You hold your hands up in surrender. “I come in peace.”

You get a little laugh from him; and he shakes his head. You melt a little. “You know, you’re cute when you’re all competitive. Maybe slightly hot, too.”

You gasp. “Only slightly?”

“Super.”

“If I promise not to shoot, will you kiss me? Please.” You hit him with the puppy dog eyes and suddenly he finds himself not even caring about this game anymore. He loves you so much it makes him feel ill.

“Promise you won’t shoot?”

“Promise I won’t shoot.”

He pulls you in by your waist and kisses you softly, then a little harder. Your hands find his hair and you stand up on your tiptoes to deepen it. This is way too lovey dovey for an arcade. You fear not even Cam Cameron could prevent you guys from getting kicked out if some overprotective mother stumbles upon you.

He’s zapped in the back, and he freezes. Grimacing in aggravation when he hears Belly’s evil cackle from a few feet behind him. She doesn’t stop zapping, maybe enjoying it a little too much. You bite down on your bottom lip to trap your laughter.

“You promised.” He whines.

“Promised that I wouldn’t shoot. Unfortunately, Belly is a force to be reckoned with. The woman cannot be contained.” You shrug, and Belly hits him with a yeah, suck it Conrad.

He sighs. “So that was planned, then.”

“Yes and no.”

He falls in to step with you as Belly races forward to claim your spot as the winning team. “And no?”

“I was told to kiss you. Just not like that. That was..” Your voice trails off. “Wow. That was just wow.”

He laughs, and you laugh with him. “I love you, you know that? Like a lot.”

“Good. You should love me.” You exclaim, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m the world's best girlfriend.”

He nods, pushing the stray hairs on your face behind your ears. “You are. Seriously.”

You kiss him again, this time there’s no ulterior motive. You’re just sickeningly in love.

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[heavcnslyre]

chapter seven — j.f. ( masterlist )

AFTERGLOW.

“tell me that you're still mine, tell me that we'll be just fine,

even when i lose my mind”

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you wake up the next morning a few minutes before five, and you’re immediately wide awake. suddenly, you really regret going to bed so early. you often sleep in while at cousins, at least until nine, so waking up at five in the morning feels like your nightmare. after almost thirty minutes of trying to convince yourself to go back to sleep, you finally give up. you stand up, stretch, then throw on an oversized crewneck as you sneak out your door. you slowly tiptoe downstairs, careful not to make any noises, and out the door, cherishing the fresh breeze as it gently brushes your face.

you slowly make your way to the beach. the sun was yet to rise, but it wasn’t completely dark out. the air was colder than usual due to the storm last night and there was debris everywhere, but otherwise, it was a beautiful morning.

you find a flat spot in the sand and sit down, facing the ocean. the waves were choppy, as they often are after a huge storm. if you were honest, this was how you liked the beach. the waves were fun to watch when they were like this, and you knew that they’d calm down by daytime so it would be safe to surf later. the silence on the beach with nothing but the crashing of the waves to fill the sound…perfection. it almost put you back to sleep.

as you watch the waves, images from your fight with jeremiah come back to your mind. you felt like an idiot, honestly. you had used your own insecurities to pick a fight with him and blamed him for how you felt, when truthfully, you never even asked him how he felt. maybe he really never meant to hurt you. you just wished that instead of fighting, the two of you had talked. really talked. you’ve never fought with him like that before. you really have never fought with him at all before.

soft footsteps approached you from behind, and suddenly, jeremiah was sitting next to you. he looks out at the water, not looking at you, but you watch him closely. your heart began to race as soon as you saw him. he seems so calm. he always does, honestly. he has never been one to let emotion drive his mood. except for last night, of course. but you blame yourself for that.

the two of you sit in silence for what feels like forever, your mind going in every direction, attempting to piece together some sort of apology. before you can say anything, jeremiah takes a deep breath.

“the day i knew i was in love with you was my eleventh birthday,” he says, as if he was casually discussing the weather. your head whips over to stare at him, wide-eyed, but he still was staring at the water. “i remember, so vividly, waking up in the middle of the night because you were in my room, decorating it. you were, uh, trying to do it quietly, but you were ten, so that wasn’t the easiest. i woke up and saw you doing that and pretended i was asleep because i didn’t wanna ruin the surprise. the next morning there was a homemade birthday cake on the counter and you… you had flour on your left cheek. my mom told me later that you insisted on making the cake for me yourself.”

he risks a glance at you and you’re still staring at him, wide-eyed. he continues. “i obviously didn’t know what love really felt like at eleven. but from that day on, you were the only person i ever cared about. i always wanted to be around you. i talked about you constantly. my mom knew it before i did, actually. at the end of last summer she asked me why i hadn’t made a move yet because the two of us made it painfully obvious we had feelings for each other. and i guess i didn’t really have an answer for her other than that i was scared.”

you stare at him, looking between his eyes. “scared?” you ask, your voice coming out small. he clears his throat.

“you’re my best friend, (y/n),” he says. “i can flirt with anyone and get with anyone else because it doesn’t matter…but with you, it does. i’ve always known that if you and me were going to be together, it needed to be perfect. that’s why the first night on the beach, when you told me you were dating peter, i got so upset. i guess i thought that was going to be my perfect moment. that’s not your fault, though. i made up this story in my head and i just…i didn’t know how to act when it didn’t go perfectly. i guess for a while i kinda thought i lost my chance with you.”

you don’t answer him, you just stare forward at the waves, which seem to be calming down. he clears his throat. “i’m sorry, i just needed to make sure you knew everything.”

“no!” you exclaim, “no, don’t apologize. i’m just… i don’t really know what to say.”

“you don’t have to say anything,” jeremiah assures. “i didn’t come here and expect you to declare your love for me back, i just needed to uh, put that out there. i don’t like when you’re mad at me.”

you stare at him closely. his body language seems to have stiffened and he avoids your eye contact again. you shake your head. “jere, i did all that for your birthday because i realized that i loved you, too.

“you were always so perfect to me. you taught me exactly how i should be treated by a guy, i genuinely never felt more respected than when i was with you. i…i kinda feel like i’ve just been waiting for you my whole life. like, every guy i talked to, i constantly compared to you. even peter, who i thought would break me out of this. he was never you, and i think that is what ruined a lot of my relationships. you are the only person i’ve ever truly wanted, i guess i just never knew how to admit it fully.”

before you can say anything else, jeremiah takes your face in his hands and kisses you. it was exactly like how you had imagined it your whole life. he was so gentle with you yet kissed you with passion, as if his entire world depended on you in that moment. you melt into him, tangling your hands in his beautiful, soft, hair as he moves his hands to hold your waist, pulling you closer to him. when you eventually pull apart, he rests his forehead on yours. he has an uncontrollable grin on his face. so do you.

“been waiting for you to do that all summer,” you say.

“i’ve been waiting to do that for years,” he replies. you laugh and cup his cheek in your hand, rubbing his face softly. the two of you stare at each other, dopey, lovestruck looks on both of your faces.

“jere?”

“hm?”

“you should be belly’s escort to the deb hall.”

“what?” he asks, shocked. “no, i can’t, not now.”

“she’s one of your best friends,” you say. “she deserves to have someone good take her, like you said. you’ll take her as a friend. i think she would really appreciate it.”

jeremiah sighs. “are you sure? i…i don’t wanna do anything to ruin this.”

you laugh. “jere, i swear to you, i wouldn’t let anything take you away from me. no matter what we are.”

he kisses you again, somehow with more passion this time. you smile into the kiss, feeling the same butterflies in your stomach that you had gotten from him your whole life. you had a feeling that you would always get butterflies when you’re with him.

the two of you end up laying in the sand, your head on his chest, listening to both the waves and his heartbeat. he holds you tightly and you cherish this moment. you knew that no matter what happened with the two of you, you’d always have this moment. you could always remember him like this.

eventually, after the sun rose, you head inside. you sit on a barstool as jeremiah starts a pot of coffee and searches in the pantry for something to make for breakfast. you sit and watch him, imagining if this was always your life. imagining early morning lie-ins with him, making breakfast for each other, spending your days together, supporting each other through everything. most of all, you imagined being with him year-round. you had never once spent a winter together, and suddenly, that was all you could think about. jeremiah caught you staring at him and laughs. “what’re you thinking about?”

“oh, you know,” you sigh dreamily. “marriage, kids, retirement. everything.”

he laughs again. “moving fast, huh? big plans.”

“of course,” you nod. “you making me coffee just convinced me that was next.”

he winks at you as he hands you a cup of coffee, made exactly how you like it. “good. that was my plan all along.”

a few minutes pass before belly wanders into the kitchen, yawning. she stops in surprise when she sees the two of you. “what are you guys doing up so early? and…um, together?”

you laugh and take a sip of your coffee. “just talking. what are you doing?”

she rubs her eyes as she sits next to you at the bar. “ugh, early deb practice. last couple weeks and they’re really drilling everything into our heads.”

“oh, speaking of,” jeremiah spins around and glances at you. you nod, and he faces belly. “i’d still love to be your escort, if you’ll have me.”

belly looks between the two of you and you give her an encouraging smile. she turns to jeremiah and smiles. “thank you, jere. you have no idea how much you’re saving my ass.”

“anything for my conklins’.” he winks at you then turns away, back to the eggs he had started cooking. belly gives you a ‘what the fuck was that’ look at you wave her off, mouthing that you’ll explain later. soon enough, jeremiah serves both of you perfectly cooked scrambled, cheesy eggs. belly shortly after excuses herself to get ready for practice, and jeremiah checks his watch sheepishly.

“i uh, guess i should go get ready too, right?” he asks you. you nod.

“oh yeah. you gotta make an appearance so everyone knows you’re real,” you say. he gives you a weak smile, then comes to stand in front of you.

“are you sure you’re okay with this?”

you grab his hand. “jere, i promise i am. anyways, we’ve kissed like, two times. i cant get too possessive this early.”

he laughs and kisses you softly. “what about three times?”

“still too little,” you say thoughtfully. “gotta get to like, sixty before i can start voicing my opinions.”

jeremiah hums and kisses your forehead lightly. “sure. so, by tomorrow night?”

you laugh and push him away lightly. “go, get ready. go be belly’s prince for a few weeks. i’ll be here when you get back.”

with one last kiss he leaves, but he turns around and gives you one last smile before he fully leaves the room and goes upstairs. you take a deep breath and rub your face, attempting to conceal the redness which you were sure was appearing on your cheeks. jeremiah had a way of making you feel like the only girl in the world. you hope, more than anything, that would never change.

#jeremiah fisher x reader #belly conklin #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x y/n #jeremiah x reader #tsitp belly #tsitp cast #tsitp conrad #tsitp #jeremiah fisher x you #the summer i turned pretty

[girlwiththeobsessions]

love sick c.f.

this book has also been published on wattpad. same username as the one on here. i update faster on there.

you and conrad had a secret relationship two summers ago, when you were 15 and he was 16. you broke up with him because your younger sister, belly had liked him, and you were afraid of hurting her. now, flash forward, you were 17, and you thought you had gotten over him, but maybe you haven’t

iv. deb shopping

part 1 part 2 part 3

i had no clue what was going on with conrad, why he was acting so different this summer, making me wonder what happened to the same conrad who would go on and on about infinity.

i slept in that morning, because of the fact that i stayed up way too late at that bonfire, but i eventually got up since i had work today.

when i went downstairs, dressed in a white lifeguard tank top, and red shorts, laurel, steven, and jeremiah were downstairs.

conrad was on the couch, and jere was making a 'hangover smoothie' for him, while steven was standing behind him, looking over his shoulder.

"do we really have to physically sit for our portraits?" jeremiah complained to laurel. "can't she just- look at a picture on her phone or something?"

"right?" i agreed with him.

jeremiah backed up a little from steven, having enough of him hovering over him. "okay, get out." jeremiah pointed at the door.

steven laughed. "what. why?"

"she needs to see you in the flash to capture you essence." laurel said, fixated on her laptop. "while you're still young, and full of hope."

"so poetic, mom." i joked, while steven and jeremiah laughed.

"her words." laurel rolled her eyes at us with a smile.

"well, conrad does not have hope, actually. he's hopeless." jeremiah insulted, causing me to laugh a little. "but! my hangover smoothie, it cures all."

"can you please just hurry up." conrad rushed him from the couch.

"just go back to bed. alright?" jeremiah shot back to him, and steven started looking over his shoulder again.

jeremiah put a hand on steven's chest. "alright, seriously, steven. get out. this is a delicate science."

"she hasn't painted you since you were little. i think it would be nice to have these portraits for when you're older." laurel added in.

"oh, no." steven joked. "when i'm older, they'd have like, holograms i can watch of myself, you know."

"or, this is why we have technology." i say. "where we have pictures? on our phones?"

jeremiah started the blender, causing conrad to jolt awake.

"just sit for your portraits." laurel told me and steven. "you don't see conrad complaining.

"he'll complain when he's actually conscious." i shot back at laurel.

jeremiah went to the couch and tapped conrad. "hey. here."

"come on, man. hurry your ass up, i can't be late to my first day of work." steven rushed jeremiah. "those little country club boomers are gonna tip me so hard they won't know what hit 'em!"

i made a disgusted look at steven. "ew. steven, i swear."

"come on, y/n." jeremiah laughed. "my boys gotta get that bread."

"stop." i shook my head at him.

i look over to see belly walking in the kitchen, and i give her a small smile.

"good morning." jeremiah says to her in an enthusiastic tone.

"belly, where have you been?" laurel asks her in a serious tone. "is that a bruise."

belly stands next to me and i run my fingers over the bruise. "mom, relax, she tripped when we were at the bonfire and landed on her face." i lied, i knew belly wouldn't wanna tell the actual story

"doesn't look that bad." conrad said from the couch, i look over at him, and made eye contact with him for a few seconds before returning my focus back to belly.

"uh, cereal?" jeremiah asked belly.

"yeah, hit me." belly softly responded.

"oh, my god!" susannah ran into the kitchen. "belly and y/n are going to be debutantes!" she hugged both of us.

belly laughed. "it's really not that big of a deal."

i'd forgotten all about the whole deb thing. it'd be hard trying to balance a summer job and being a deb, on top of that, i'd have to find a date.

"i'm sorry, like those two? my sisters, right there?" steven teased us.

"shut up, cretin!" i shot back.

"okay, this is going to be so much fun!" susannah fantasized. "just you wait. there's the tea, the auction, the- ball, of course.. i gotta write this down. we need to go shopping!"

"this sounds expensive." laurel said.

"oh, don't worry, laur, it's on me." susannah smiled. "it was my idea after all."

"y/n, are you sure you wanna do this?" laurel asked me. "it doesn't seem very you."

in truth, not really. but if it made susannah happy, it made me happy. i had to do it for her.

"it's not." conrad, once again, added his two cents from the couch.

i don't know how he went from how he used to act towards me to.. this.

"conrad, could you please be a little more supportive?" susannah told him. "now, which one of you are gonna be belly or y/n's escort to the ball."

"not me." conrad immediately responded.

"shocker." i say, in a sarcastic tone.

"i went last year." conrad finished his sentence.

"me neither. i swore off balls." jeremiah told us, causing steven to laugh. "the dances dude!" jeremiah said, laughing.

"wow, guys!" i say, sarcastically. "stop fighting over us."

"i'm not going with either of you." belly finally spoke up. "i am going to find my own date.

"it says debutantes require instruction, morals, and social etiquette." laurel read off her laptop.

"i'm going for a swim." conrad leaves through the back door, as i watched him go.

"yeah, y/n could use some etiquette." steven laughed.

"and you wonder why you don't have a girlfriend." i rolled my eyes.

all the sound drowned out as i watched conrad from the window, in his shorts, and no shirt on. i missed how things used to be.

i felt a hand on my shoulder. "you alright, y/n?" jeremiah asked me.

"yeah." i tried push aside anything feelings. "we should probably go soon."

"wait." susannah spoke up. "before you go, we have shopping to do!"

"seriously?" i asked. "i have work. i'm not going shopping."

but that wasn't true. susannah is a really convincing person, so before i knew it, i was shopping around stores with susannah, laurel, and belly, for the debutante thing.

i tried on different dresses, all colors, and different accessory's, hats, sunglasses, and bow, bags over my hands and arms.

then, i had to try on a debutante dress, i found a beautiful white long dress, i loved it, but maybe conrad and laurel were right. this whole thing was not my scene.

what have i done?

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END OF CHAPTER

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[kolsmikaelson]

heyyyy

can i request a fic for conrad x fem!reader? one where you know when belly gets hurt at the bonfire? instead of belly, can it be the reader? after the reader gets hurt, conrad gets super mad at the person that hurt the reader and is all like “don’t ever touch her again”? after that it’s all fluff!

thank you!!!!!

lover boy — conrad fisher x fem!reader

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“no, thats my beer.” conrads drunk voice utters loudly, reaching to grab the bottle back from the boy that took the beer that he was reaching for. “what’s your problem man? it’s a party, relax.” the brunette scoffs.

“it’s just a party,” conrad repeats, mimicking the boys words. “okay? that’s still my beer, man.” he sneers.

“i don’t give a shit, give me my beer back.” he pushes the boy to the sand. the boy pushes himself off of the ground and lunges at conrad landing on top of him, conrad pushes him off and stands up, holding his hands up in fists.

a mob of people surround the two, watching them throw punch after punch. the hollers cheering the boys on is what catches your attention, getting up from your spot beside jeremiah and belly you take short strides towards them. you push your way to the front only to be met with conrad flat on the ground, with the boy back on top of him.

“what the hell? get off of him.” you all but shout, putting your hand on the boys shoulder to pull him away. the brunette looks back at you and scoffs, shrugging your hand off of him. you reach back, this time with both hands, ready to push him away, instead he stands to his full height and shoves you to the ground.

immediately conrad is on his feet, holding his hands out, pulling you to a standing position. “you okay, angel?” he asks, eyes focused on yours as he rubs his hands up and down your arms. giving a slight nod, you mutter a quiet yes before thanking him.

“the hell was that, huh? you keep your fucking hands off my girl.” conrad says, voice low and laced with anger. with every word he says, he steps closer to the boy. “got it?” he throws a punch, effectively knocking him to the ground. he nods and spits blood onto the ground beside him.

“yeah, yeah whatever. you got it lover boy.” he brushes the threat off as if it were nothing, pulling himself into a standing position before turning on the balls of his feet and stalking away from you and conrad, pushing his way through the crowd of people.

“d’ya wanna get outta here now angel?” conrad asks, a smug look covering his face.

“mhm, yeah gotta get you back home before you try and defend my honor again, maybe even your beer too.” you snicker, teasing him before cupping his face and pulling his lips towards yours. when you break apart conrads cheeks have a deep red blush tinting them.

when you arrive back at the house conrad lets you lead him up the stairs and into his bedroom. “connie? baby?” he hums in response, signaling that you keep speaking.

“what was that back there? i mean before he pushed me, why were you fighting?”

conrad sighs, knowing you’d ask sooner rather than later. “its just- all the stuff with my parents you know? i don’t know, it just has me feeling like crap lately. i know it was stupid to get so defensive over a fuckin’ beer but,” he trails off shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head, not knowing how to finish his thought.

“‘s okay connie, you don’t have to explain it. i understand.” you say sweetly when you see the tears in his eyes. “i’ve got you, and i love you connie.” you add, hoping to convey that you weren’t mad about what happened.

conrad wraps his arms around your waist pulling you flush against his chest, uttering a soft but sweet ‘i love you too’ into your neck.

“sure you’re okay, angel?” he asks looking into your eyes, changing the subject. “mm yeah i’m okay, guy pushes like a little kid.” you joke thinking back to when he shoved you.

“good. he looks like he does too.” conrad hums, holding back a smile.

“angel?” he questions, eyes closed as he rests his head on your chest. “can you mess with my hair? helps me calm down, relax y’know?”

you answer him wordlessly when you bring a soft hand to the back of his head, running your fingers through his soft hair, causing him to let out a soft sigh of contentment, “y’know you don’t even have to ask babe, love doing this.”

“now c’mon we’ve gotta get some sleep.” he groans, not happy about getting up from his spot curled next to you.

“okay you big baby, the sooner we’re laying down the sooner i can play with your hair.” smirking, you know you’ve won. conrad quickly stands, pulling his shirt off and lays on his side of the bed quicker than ever.

“connie!” you exclaim, giggles leaving your mouth when he tugs at your wrist softly, causing you to land right beside him.

“g’night love.” you press a sweet kiss to conrads lips before turning the lights off.

“sweet dreams my angel.” he smiles to himself when he can tell your breathing evens out and soft snores fill the quiet room. he presses one more kiss to the crown of your head as he closes his eyes.

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[perfectlywrongformend3s]

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!

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Infinitely Jealous

Conrad Request

A/N:HIII!!! I KNOW I HAVEN'T POSTED IN AGES I'VE REALLY MISSED IT. WITH THE NEW SEASON OF THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY I FELT A SMALL SPARK OF INSPIRATION AND GOT THIS REQUEST FROM @shqtteredcrystql1. NOW BEAR WITH ME MY WRITING SKILLS HAVE DETERIORATED A BIT SINCE I LAST POSTED AND I'M STILL WORKING ON MY SMUT WRITING SPOILER ALERT. I AM OPEN TO FEEDBACK OR EVEN ADVICE. I AM TYRING TO WRITE MORE WHEN I CAN I JSUT NEVER WANNA GIVE HALF BAKED IDEAS. OKAY I WILL STOP BABBLING ENJOY!

P.S please don't hurt me for using Conrad and Belly's infinity for this I just love the concept. okay thank you.

Warnings: Explicit language, smut, cheesy lol, Teen Drinking, Protected sex.

word count: 3.2k roughly

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Y/N POV 

The stench of alcohol fills my nose as drunken teenagers dance the night away with whatever is in their system. I came to this stupid beach party with Conrad and Jeremiah who both ran off to do god knows what not that this was a new occurrence.

Jere has always attracted girls like moths to light meanwhile Conrad ventures off to do whatever he does and if someone happens to join them he won't push them off so long as they don't try to actually get to know him least that is how he has been the last few summers. 

They started bringing me here with them 7 years ago when we met. I've always been closer with Conrad. Jeremiah had Belly and Conrad had me though you never want to go to boardwalk with the four of us unless you're wanting some quality entertainment.

The Fisher boys always know how to have fun the Conklin's and I can never say no even if it means coming to a dumb beach bonfire. I'd go anywhere with Conrad it's been that way since we met this includes an impromptu trip to the other side of the country to attend a Universal Studios Horrors night as my birthday present. 

We were grounded for 2 months after that one but it was worth any time with him was. He'll only ever see me as his best friend though he has made that crystal clear he's been in touch with this Deb he met last summer "Nicole", they've just been talking but it seems like they could be more this summer or just a casual summer fling of convenience. Maybe this summer I'll find my fling.

"Hey don't think I've ever seen you around here?", a voice pulls me out of my thoughts. "Huh?",  I connect with brown eyes belonging to someone tall, dark skinned, curly dark hair and muscular. "I said I've never seen you around here.", he repeats himself. "Funny because I've come here every summer for the last 7 years." a laugh decorates my words with a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh yeah?  Which house is yours?", he plays along. "First of all creepy and second I'm a guest with the Fisher's.", I giggle. "Ah great guys always fun at a party." his attitude changes from interested to standoffish. "We are just friends all of us.", I smile kindly. "Good to know..care for a drink?", he extends his hand to me with a kind smile. 

"Sure why not.", I take his hand. "I'm Lucas.". "Y/N.". "And I'm Conrad glad we got the introductions out of the way now let's get beer.", my best friend pops up out of nowhere. "Uh okay sure I'll be right back.", Lucas runs off wearing a confused expression. "What are you doing?", I hiss at the brown-haired boy. 

"Hanging with my best bud what do you mean.", he slings his arm around my shoulder with a smirk planted on his lips...his lips..focus. "No why you're doing is ruining a potential new friend.", a stern tone clutches onto my words. "Friend huh? Yeah sure whatever.", he scoffs. "Go makeup with Red Sox girl some more.", I roll my eyes pushing his arm off of me. I knew it was Nicole but saying her name out loud stung.

"Jealous?", I don't have to look at him to know a sly look sits on his face. "As if. Have I ever been jealous of the girls you've dated?", my arms sit crossed just beneath my chest. "I'm sure you have been.". "Check your ego bro.", I turn to walk away when he says, "I have you to keep me humble don't I?", a chuckle follows. 

"Whatever I'll see you later.", the sand envelops my feet treading to find Lucas. "Y/N over here!", a voice calls me over belonging to Lucas over by the fire. "Your bodyguard still with you?", he asks when I finally make it over to him. "Funny uh no I gave him the night off.", I smile. "Good to know.", he playfully bumps my shoulder handing me a beer can unopened. 

"So do you come here just for summer or do you experience Cousins in all four seasons?", I ask. He takes a seat in the sand waiting for me to join him before answering. "I actually go to boarding school so I experience a little bit of all four seasons on holiday assuming I don't run off to Mexico for Christmas or spring break.", he laughs. "You don't seem the other spoiled boarding school brats we run into here.", confusion swirls in my head. 

"I mean would you prefer for me to? Ugh my parents shipping me off to some lame ass boarding school with their credit card knowing I have a trust fund to carry me for the rest of my life even though I'll probably blow it on some stupid shit as soon as I'm 25.", his tone becomes snarky, and attitude narcissistic quickly replaced by the charming side once more. 

"Entertaining I will say but not my vibe.", a laugh escapes my lips. "Good cause that's not who I am.", he chuckles joins the air. We spend the time talking soon leaving the fire to walk along the beach taking about just how different our lives are. He was good company, but I kept thinking about Conrad and what he was doing, who he was with, why he wasn't with me. 

Yes, I know I basically told him fuck off but it's not like he ever listens he's my best friend and he knows y/n speak by now. Conrad maybe smart enough to get into Brown but sometimes he needs a little push in the right direction. "Y/N are you listening?", Lucas jumps in front of me. My face drops into a frown feeling bad i hadn’t been pay attention.

"Y/N quick it's Conrad!", Steven yells. My feet carry me as fast as they can without getting caught in the sand back to the group of teens surrounding a fight with none other than my stupid best friend in the middle of it.

"Con! Quit being stupid!", I push my way through the crowd and try to pull him off the random dude. My attempt was moot until Jere finally stepped in and broke up the fight around the same time as sirens began sounding. 

"Cops!". The teens that once covered the beach dropped their drinks and scattered like cockroaches. "Y/N let's go grab some ice cream and I'll take you home.", Lucas grabs ahold of my hand gently tugging me away from the guys.

"Like hell you will.", Conrad pulls me towards him. "You don't own her man. She can come with me if she wants to.", the alluring guy I was talking to all night disappears taken over with frustration and anger.

"We brought her, we will take her home besides she just met you like I'd ever let her endanger herself like that. Besides your place isn’t her home. Mine is.”the brown hair boy mocks the curly haired boys statement. "I never said anything about my place quit putting words in my mouth".

 "Would both of you just shut up!.", my outburst took both of them aback. "Lucas I'll see you around. Conrad let's get your stupid ass home.", annoyance prominent in my voice as I drag them away from each other. "Give me the keys Conrad.", I hold out my hand. "Not a chance.", he pushes past me and gets in the drivers side of his sedan. 

"I can't fucking believe you.", his tone accusatory. "Believe me about what?". "That boarding school trust fund fuck boys are your type.", his hands grip the wheel tighter than normal meanwhile I completely lose it.

"And how the fuck would you know what my type is huh! You have never cared nor taken an interest in the guys I have talked to. God acting like my dad I don't need your protection okay I can take care of myself.", I can feel my cheeks turning hot with anger. 

"You are so wrapped up in your own world you don't even notice that I do care about who you are with. You deserve more than that jackass.", tension settles in the air, suddenly this car feels like a tiny box."All that guy wanted to do was hook up with you.",his voice was filled with a know it all tone.

"So what if that is what I wanted!", he is surprised by my response. "You don't wanna lose it to some random one night stand.". "And if I do?", I didn't but he didn't need to know that.

"I know you Y/N you want to lose it to someone you care about and you know cares about you.", his grips loosens. "Maybe it's just not meant for me.", I can't let my guard down. 

My eyes follow his hand as it leaves the wheel and lays flat against the skin between my thigh and knee. "Don't say that.", we finally pull into the driveway of the beach house quietly making our way in the house careful not to wake Laurel or Susannah. I make my way to the kitchen grabbing some powdered donuts from the pantry. 

"I wasn't trying to upset you..honestly. You're my best friend and I never want to hurt you but lately I just keep fucking up.", he follows me after Jere, Belly and Steven trot upstairs to their rooms. "It's fine Connie you were right I don't wanna lose my virginity to some dude I met on the beach at a lame party.", I avoid looking at him. 

"I wouldn't want that for you either.", a gentle tone takes over his voice. "You're not fucking up anything by the way I mean I'm still here aren't I?", I attempt to lighten the mood. "Surprisingly so.", he chuckles. "What's going on in that brilliant head of yours?", I finally bathe the strength to look at him without melting. 

The way the front pieces of his hair kind of flop in front of his eyes, he's constantly pushing them behind his ear mainly when he's nervous but he also refuses to cut it Susannah loves it. His brown eyes seep into mine without even trying encapsulating me in a daydream. 

"You...me...y/n you think I don't care who you date but I do.", a nervous Conrad is not something I don't see often or ever really. "Let's not have this conversation again please.", I beg. "I have feelings for you.", he blurts not looking me in the eye. "What?", I'm taken aback praying he said what I heard.

"I like you Y/N and I have since we met I'm just so screwed up and I didn't wanna drag you down with me especially with my mom. You're the only other person besides me who knows about my parents and they don't even know that I know.", the sound of the stool screeching against the floor as he stands up out of the chair echos string us both. 

"Con you're not screwed up..", I gently take his hands in mine connecting our eyes. "You just need to develop better communication skills.". "How's this for practice?", his body leans over mine slowly coming down to bring his lips to mine. 

Is this really happening? Am I about to kiss Conrad Fisher, I've only ever dreamed of this moment never anticipating the reality god don't let me mess this up please. The soft skin of his lips gently connect with him, his hands disconnecting from mine caressing my cheeks instead leaving my hand to go to his shoulders pulling him closer afraid to lose the moment. 

I've always felt safe around him but, here in this moment it was cloud nine times a million. I didn't want it to end but we had to breathe eventually. "So?". 

"Well ahem.. a kiss isn't communicating however you can take that as an I feel the same way..", I anxiously pull my bottom lip between my teeth. "I love how you do that when you're nervous.", a nervous laugh escapes his lips. "We should head up to bed it's getting late.", as much as I don't want to I pull away from his body, his warmth knowing he'll be different in the morning. 

"Stay with me tonight.", it comes off as a statement rather than a question making my heart jump with excitement. "Your mom would flip if she caught us in your room.", I raise a brow. "Not if she doesn't find out or I come up with a really good excuse as to why you were in my room, and my bed.", he keeps me close.

"I don't know Con.". "Please.". "Okay fine.". 

Pleased with my appliance to his wishes he leads us upstairs to his room carefully closing the door. After removing our shoes we lay in his bed facing each other, the light of the moon casting a light so bright I could see his whole face in the dark.

The soft touch of his hands push some hair behind my ear before pulling me into our second kiss of the evening. 

Without thinking I immediately kiss him back, our bodies manage to close any gap left between us in a matter of seconds the moment enclosing us in a world of our own. I pull back slightly we are still nose to nose but rarely any space is between us. 

With as much confidence as I could muster I whisper the words I've wanted to say for months, "I want it to be you.". He is slightly surprised by my statement but doesn't break our contact, a small smile daring to turn up the corner of his mouth. "Are you sure? That wasn't what I was trying to do not now.", the words are soft spoken. 

"I'm sure unless you don't want to?", my eyes search his for an ounce of rejection. "Believe me I want to I just don't want you to feel rushed or pressured.". Without another word my hand takes a hold of his guiding it from the softness of my legs up to rest on my hips slowly and ever so gently. "Please Connie." with that I connect our lips once more. 

He takes this as his green light deepening the kiss turning me onto my back so he can be onto careful not to crush me under him. My fingers dance under his shirt against his stomach and chest, he smiles into the kiss before moving to my neck tenderly nipping at the skin a gasp escaping my lips. 

"We have to be quiet baby.", he whispers into my ear sending shivers down my spine in the best way possible. We both sit up swiftly removing our shirts, he gently pecks my lips allowing himself to kiss down my jawline, neck and along my shoulders till his hands reach the clasp of my bra. 

"May I?", his breathe tickles my neck and I nod. The white lace is soon gone leaving my top half completely bare and exposed, to my own surprise I'm not as nervous as I'd thought I'd be but how can I be when it's him.

He begins to kiss from my shoulder back down my chest gently laying me back down before reaching my jeans. I can feel his fingers undo the button and zipper tugging the denim off my hips and down my legs. 

A cold breeze hit my sensitiveness causing me to shudder. One step further and my panties have fond the rest of the clothes on my the floor. His eyes meet mine again a smile plastered on his face before speaking in a hushed tone. "Okay I'm gonna be honest it does hurt the first time but I promise I'm gonna do everything I can to make sure that you are ready before then. Do you trust me baby?". 

"Of course I do.", I smile. 

Our lips attach themselves once more as his thumb begins to rub my bud an action responsible for my hips bucking up. "It's okay.Relax", he reassures me against my lips.

My mind goes foggy overcome by his touch, of course I've touch myself but his hands against my most sensitive part was a whole new feeling of pleasure I've had yet to explore. 

When he feels I'm ready he slides a finger inside pumping in and out slowly, our moans mix together in the air trying to remain quiet. "I'm going to add another okay?". "Okay.". I feel his index and and middle fingers sliding in and out of me a wave of pleasure washing over me. I kiss him to try and cover my moans a futile action as I end up moaning against his lips instead. 

"Fuck yes just like that.", my hips begin to grind against his fingers giving him confidence to speed up slightly. My stomach begins to tighten as my climax winds up, he plants soft kisses along my chest continuing his motions only heightening my moans. "You are so beautiful y/n.", his whisper causes butterflies to let loose in my stomach. 

"I think I'm ready Connie.", I couldn't hold back anymore. I wanted him, all of him more than anything in this moment. "I think so too.", all contact is taken away so he could remove his jeans but I can't help the whimper that leaves my lips at the loss. 

The moment stand still our eyes locked on one another taking in this sight of each others exposed state, emotionally and physically bare. I prayed he couldn't hear how loud my heart was beating I've wanted him for so long to be more than my best friend and here he is, here I am giving him my first an I wouldn't change a thing. 

"Do you have protection?", I ask. He nods before reaching into his drawer and pulling out a shiny gold foil, putting on the condom and hovering over me once more. "I want you to be mine.", the words fall graciously from his now swollen lips. "I am yours.", I'm quick to answer.

"No I mean I want us, you and me. Boyfriend and girlfriend. This isn't just a one time thing. Be mine? Please.", a vulnerable Conrad is a side we rarely see and only in his most emotional state thought I've always been his soft spot. "I've always been yours whether you knew it or not my love.", I don't blush at the statement instead I smile and plant a small kiss on his nose. 

"This may still hurt I'm gonna go slow and let me know when I can move okay?", his lips lower to mine. His tip rubbing against my clit earning a small moan. "Okay.", I force the one worded answer out. As he kisses me slowly his member enters me...holy shit...a stint of pain swells inside my body, "Please move Con.", I manage. 

The thrusts replace pain with bliss, his minty scent fills my olfactory nerves, the soft touch of his lips and hands dance along my skin with sweat glistening on us both.

"Fuck you feel good baby.", he's as breathless as I am. His hands grip my hips imprinting small marks on them while my nails dig into his shoulders and back my entire body buried in ecstasy. 

"More.", I beg. I can feel him smirk into my neck picking up his pace and pushing deeper into me causing my back to arch off the bed our chests colliding. "Oh god." I moan gripping his shoulders so tight my knuckles are white.

"You're okay we're almost there.",his words soothe me and I allow myself to fall back against the mattress. As if they have a mind of their own my hips being to move meeting his hurts with equal enthusiasm and energy. "Just like that.", he groans into my skin. 

The knot in my stomach grows and grows I'm toe curling close to my end as is he. His speed picks up, ours moans mix praying we don't wake anyone. Mass amounts of Conrads groans fill the air when I begin to clench around him neither of us could hold on any longer.

 A white haze clouds all my senses as my entire body shakes with my orgasm. I feel him finish with me both of us panting and completely gone for each other and the moment we just shared.

A few minutes pass allowing us to collect ourselves before he quickly jumps grabbing an old t-shirt to clean us up. His care is gently and appreciated as some soreness begins to settle between my legs. 

"So how was I?', my cheeks turn red as I ask. I grab his shirt off the floor and pull it over my head covering myself.  "Perfect.", his arms wrap around my body spooning me, comforting me in a way I've never known a person could.

"Thank you for being my first.", the words are spoken just above a whisper. "Just hope you don't regret it.", his body tenses nervously against my back a sadness coating his words. "I could never regret you Conrad not about this, and not about us...we're infinite.". 

"Infinite.". he repests. "I should probably go to mine and Belly's room before anyone gets suspicious.", I try to get up only to be pulled back by Conrad. "You aren't going anywhere. I told you I will find a great excuse as to why you were in here.", I giggle at his statement.

"And what about the clothes that covering the floor?", I cock an eyebrow at him. "I've been meaning to do laundry.", he answers. 

"That includes my panties?", I can't help but laugh. "They got mixed up?", he shrugs. "My boyfriend ladies and gentlemen the best liar.", we both erupt in a fit of laughter though it is short lived as my eyelids begin to droop closed.

"Goodnight Connie.", my whole body relaxes into his chest sleep taking over. 

"Goodnight my infinity.", him kissing my head is the last thing I remember before being swept away in sleep. 

Infinity.  

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seventeen going under (j.f) (ch. 11)

seventeen going under (j.f)

A/N: hey guys ❗️❗️Thanks for all the positive feedback on the story so far - i can’t believe we’re getting to all the drama already I feel like I just started this story :(

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synopsis: the aftermath of Vivian gate and the start of the Conrad x reader lore

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I don’t remember when I passed just being a little tipsy to full-on drunk. The line was blurred but I think it was somewhere between my last beer and the third shot of vodka. Jeremiah kissed Vivian. He told me I was “the one” and then kissed Vivian. Had he even meant it the way I took it? I didn’t even know at this point. 

Conrad drove me home, I remember that. I remember crying in the passenger seat of his car into my hands and him not speaking. I don’t think there was really much to say. Nothing that would have made me feel better, anyway. He parked in his driveway, I thanked him for bringing me home, and then I went to my own house and raided my mom’s alcohol cabinet. Both of my parents were upstairs asleep and between stifling my sobs and carefully moving the glass bottles, it stayed that way. 

For the last few minutes, I’ve been drinking water and sitting at the kitchen table waiting for my breathing to even out. I stopped crying, but my heart was still racing and nothing was making me feel better. I felt worse. 

I took another drink of water to try and even out my vision. It didn’t work. I sat up from the kitchen table and stomped out the door, heading straight for the Fisher’s. I didn’t even know what I was doing. I just felt the cement under my bare feet and the cool air on my skin and the rage in my heart. 

I think it was his window I was shouting at. They all looked the same. “Hey, dickhead!” I called. “Come out!” No response. I tossed a rock at the window and then prayed it wasn’t Susannah’s window by accident. Then I threw another. “JERE!” I yelled louder. 

The front door opened but I tossed another rock and then another and then another until whoever came out of the house grabbed my arm and whispered “Stop it.” 

I looked at the veiny hand that grabbed my arm and followed the body up to a face. Conrad. “You’re not Jeremiah,” I stated. Duh. 

“And that’s not his window,” he said, pointing upward. I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest and looked up at the dark room beyond the window. It was all so blurry. Was Jeremiah’s room facing the backyard? “What are you doing out here?” 

“Looking for Jeremiah,” I said. 

“Obviously. Why?”

“You know.”

“Are you drunk?” He looked at me curiously because I was sober when he dropped me off and really, that wasn’t that long ago. Now that I think about it, I didn’t even know if Jeremiah made it home yet. 

I shrugged. He grabbed my arm again and pulled me to the porch. “I don’t wanna go inside,” I said. 

Conrad stopped moving forward and sat down on the steps instead, patting the spot next to me. “Is this about Vivian? You got wasted because he kissed Vivian?” I nodded. “Do you like him?” 

“I love him.” Conrad searched my face to try and decipher if I was saying that with alcohol laced between the words or truth. I don’t think he could tell. “How do you think I’m dealing with that?” 

“Let me walk you home, okay?” He offered, holding out the palm of his hand for me to take. I didn’t. I just stared at it. All the lines in it like his love line or heart line or lifeline or whatever the hell it’s called. I traced my finger along it. “What are you doing?” 

I shrugged again. 

“Did you love Aubrey?” 

“Didn’t you ask me that already?” I might have. 

“Did it hurt when you broke up?” 

“Not really.” 

“Then you didn’t. Did you? Me and Jere weren’t even together enough to break and I feel like I’m dying. Like my heart is gonna fall out of my chest and then I’ll just be hollow. A hollow, sad, drunken mess.” Conrad was quiet. He laced his fingers between mine and squeezed once. Not three times like Jeremiah. I added the other two. 

“He was drunk, too.” I gave him a look. An ‘are you serious right now?’ Look. He shrugged and added, “not to make excuses for him.” 

“That was an excuse.”

“I know.” Conrad sighed. “Can I tell you a secret right now? While you’re too drunk to probably remember it in the morning?” 

I nodded my head. He took a deep breath, unsure of where to start. His voice was shaky and desperate and forced. Like he had to spit it out before I could slither its way back down his throat and into his stomach to disintegrate with his stomach acid. “My mom's cancer is back.”  

I think my jaw dropped. Literally. I think it fell open so far, that it cracked. My hand covered my mouth in awe and I stared at the older Fisher. Always my protector, my caregiver. The one to glue us all back together. Now, he was shattered. 

“I read some emails off her laptop a few weeks ago and I didn't mean to see it, I just did.” He shrugged and looked down in his lap at our hands. I just now realized we were still holding them together but I didn’t bother to separate them. “She’s sick again, Yn. And I don’t know if she’ll get better.” 

“Does she know you know?” I don’t know why that was my first question, it just was. “Does Jeremiah know?” Was my second. 

“No. And please don’t tell him.” His eyes pleaded with mine like that would be his dying wish. Like if Conrad was the sick one, he would be begging me for the same request. “You can’t tell him before I do. Or mom. I don’t know.” 

“Are you going to tell her you know?” He shook his head. “Why not?” 

“If she wanted me to know she’d have told me, right?” I shrugged. I didn’t know. Susannah was an enigma. “It’s summer soon. I can’t ruin that for Jere.” I think I get it. I nodded like I did but then I got dizzy and put my head in my hands. 

“How did this happen?” I asked, mostly to myself and mostly about the fact that I’m drunk and Jeremiah kissed another girl and I saw. Jeremiah kissed someone else and Susannah is sick and I’m on the porch with her other son who was begging me not to tell my best friend. 

“I don’t know. Relapses happen all the time, I think,” Conrad said. I nod, even though I know that and that’s not what I was asking. “You won’t tell?” 

I looked at him. How eyes were watering. Tears pooled by his lower lashes, threatening to drop at any second. He looked like he was trying to hold it back. Like he didn’t want to crack and shatter and break in front of me. How can I agree to that? How can I promise not to tell my best friend? 

I almost said no until I remembered his lips on hers. His hands were in her hair. Her hands were under his shirt. And then I nod and say “okay. I won’t tell.” And then Conrad is hugging me. 

And crying. He’s crying. His tears are soaking my shirt and I’m so drunk, I feel it extra. I feel the wetness extra, the sadness extra, the anger. Angry at Jeremiah, angry at Conrad for making me promise that, angry at Susannah for not telling the boys, and angry at God. Angry at a God I don’t believe in for making Susannah sick again. 

I hugged Conrad back as tight as I could. His hands gripped my shirt, holding on for dear life and I squeezed my arms around his neck to hold him as close to my body as possible and he sobbed even harder. If that was possible. I wanted to make it go away. All of it. All of it needed to go away. 

“Do you wanna go inside?” I asked him. It was getting cold outside as it sank further into the night. I don’t know how long we were outside or how long he was crying. It all felt too long but too short at the same time. Conrad nodded against my shoulder and we stood up at the same time. I followed him up to his bedroom and then we were behind closed doors and he cried some more. 

How can I fix it? I needed to fix it. How can I make it go away? How can I make the pain in his chest go away when I feel so much inside of my own chest that ends up lingering for too long? 

Conrad sat on the edge of his bed and put his head in his hand, tugging at the ends of his hair. He’s tugging so hard I wondered if he was just trying to make himself feel something other than grief for the mom that’s still alive. I grabbed his hands and untangled them from his hair. They found my waist instead. 

He gripped my waist so tight I bet his knuckles turned white. He leaned his head against my stomach and I tried to settle it down but all the vodka was making it make weird noises that he ignored, thankfully. I put my palm on the back of his neck and played with the hair there when he looked up at me. “Thank you.” 

“For what?” I asked. 

“For being here.” 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” 

Conrad shrugged and we looked at each other for a long time. So long that it got too quiet and I felt like I needed to say something but there wasn’t much to say, was there? 

“How would you feel if I kissed you?” Conrad asked. And I guess, he found some words to say. Just not the right ones.

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Things Left Behind | Al & Nick | [closed]

@notghcsts

The whole thing was weird, and Nick didn't feel particularly comfortable talking about things. But he sort of understood, or so he thought. Even if nobody survived to see it, it was there. It existed. Just like The Dead. They were here. They were people. And all this violence, he was tired of it. The bloodshed needed to be reserved for The Vultures. That was it. Not these people.

"Alright, I'll talk," he agreed. "Consider it a truce. Guns down." And he found himself facing the camera and being asked about his life, away from the group.

He thought for a moment about where to start. Where had his life really begun? Was it back in El Sereno? In Mexico? When he met Luciana? On the Ranch? Was it the day he got clean and stayed that way? He knew the two days it ended; when he got the news his dad died, and when his mom died. And that was why they were out here.

"Tell you about my life... well... I'm Nick, and I'm 21. And my life was... it was a pretty good, normal life for a while, I guess. Nothing to tell. Just my mom and dad, me, and my little sister, growing up in Los Angeles. It was good. We loved each other. Me and my sister were always doing stupid shit together. Me more than her, probably. But we were close... until I ruined it. I ruined a lot of things, I guess. I um..." he paused, thinking about his words while he scratched at his neck.

"I got into drugs when I was 14. My Dad was depressed, and he wouldn't talk to me. And I guess I had a lot of feelings, and things going on, and I thought... if we're not supposed to talk about that shit, then I didn't wanna feel that shit. And I thought it helped. But it just created a bigger divide. He died while I was in rehab. Mom wouldn't say it, but I know it's my fault. It was too much for him to take. And whenever I found myself thinking about that... I put a needle back in my arm. It's been a long time since I've wanted to do that. But I've done some shitty things to be able to. My lows were really low. I dunno. I guess my life really started after everything ended. I was still using when it all went to shit. Went through withdrawals in a cell when the military took over. And I was fucking desperate for a while. Looking for whatever I could find. And... things started making sense out here, in ways they didn't before. But that's not who I am now. And I don't think my addiction ever defined me the way people thought it did. And I think... I've made a lot of mistakes, that have hurt and killed a lot of people. But... I'm still trying to get it right. I wanna get it right. And I think I'm ready for a new life."

He was thinking about all those people that died because of him at the border. How Travis died because of him. Because they had to save him, again. He didn't regret killing Jeremiah, but he pulled the trigger. That was the first time he'd killed someone on purpose. And the dam... he wondered how many people died then. He had a good reason, and he was saving lives, and it was part of the plan, but still. And Mom. Mom died to make sure they all lived. To make sure he lived. Death followed him. Maybe that was why it was so natural for him to walk with the Dead.

[frogsare-friends]

i feel liks belly and jeremiah's main 2 fights in book 3 get overshadowed by cabo all the time. so let's talk about them. (and specifically how belly was toxic in them bc i only ever see how jeremiah was toxic, if you want a jeremiah toxicity review just ask but this is just for belly :) ). so, basically, belly doesn't communicate to jeremiah why she doesn't want him to go to cabo. she just calls all of his friends stupid and all any of then ever do is basically nothing. and he's like wow that's what you think of me and she's like no, not you. but, if someone tells you both you're just like your friends, and your fruends are dumb, you're gonna think they think you're dumb. and esp and all that but he can't actually read your mind belly. and then when he says just bc i'm not premed for her to pull out the "don't put your inferiority complex onto me" was not only so uncalled for and unnecessary, but honestly downright mean. that's really the only word i have, it was mean. and she digs at his insecurities throughout this whole fight, then throws it in his face for feelung insecure. and then after cabo whem she finds out about lacie. obviously she was hurt, she was allowed to be. that must suck knowing someone you broke up with slept with someone else. but he was also allowed to be upset. he gets so much hate for crying but honestly i get it, and you can't control your emotions and just not feel things. the breakup sucked and, again how she dug at his insecurities throughout the fight, i would wanna get my mind off of it too. and i woukd cry if i thought someone i was in love with was breaking up with me for good. and belly also hit him. like, sure she can say meam stuff to him it might not be right but i wouldn't hold it against her AT ALL. and i don't really hold the slap against her either. but let's not forget he was crying begging for her to stay (which she didn't have to, but just bc she was hurt doesn't mwan he really did anything wrong. it was shitty not to tell her but he was single he can sleep with whoever he wants to) and she slapped him. if jeremiah had slapped belly in ANY situation, dating or not, nobody woukd EVER hear the end of it. i'm just saying

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[eunoia-writes]

let you go • Mamma mia AU • Chapter Four

Summery: When Eleanor Robinson finds her mums old journal she comes to find the reality about who her dad is.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol and substance abuse, mentions of death/cancer

Chapter four - lay all your love on me

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“Mum.” Eleanor said softly as they sat in her bed y/n had the morning off so they both decided to spend it watching whatever was on before y/n went to work and Eleanor to see Conrad, Jeremiah and Steven.

“Yes honey?” Y/n asked her hand running through her hair as she looked up at her

“Will you tell me about them?” Y/n bit her lip nodding

“What do you wanna know?” She questioned as they both say up

“From what I read in your diary it seemed like you really loved Conrad.” Eleanor said picking at her nails before y/n stopped her from doing so

“I did.” Y/n said softly

“What was it like?”

“What do you mean?”

“Loving him. What was it like?”

Y/n smiled softly “I wasn't the jealous type before I met him but after I did it was almost like every woman I saw was a potential threat. I hate to admit it but I possess. It was like everything was him, he was all I could think about. Sam used to describe it as for Conrad, it was like shooting a sitting duck, a little small talk, a smile and I was stuck. still now, I don't know what he did to get me so good and make me fall so easily but he did.” Y/n explained with a smile on her face

“sounds like you really loved him.”

“I did.”

Conrad was Infatuated by her, completely.

He adored the way you could visibly see the emotions shift in her eyes whenever someone said something hurtful or when she was entranced by something she loved. He wanted nothing more than to have his camera on her capturing every little thing she does so he can play them on repeat forever.

He was smitten and so was she.

Everyone could see how much they adore each other with just the looks he gave her and the secret glances she had at him. Sam tells her repeatedly that she always has ‘heart eyes’ around him, but she’d alway brush it off because at the end of the day they were just friends.

Until the day he kissed her. Well, it was mutual, they both leaned in but Conrad was the one to initiate everything. Granted, he wished he’d done it a lot sooner when the thought of

“We could’ve been doing this the whole time?” He thinks about that moment every time their lips touch.

Actually, he thinks about it in many different situations.

Like when he watches her dance around her bedroom singing different songs without a care in the world or when she rests her head in his lap while they are watching a movie…if you asked either of them about what happened in the movie they wouldn’t be able to tell you, they are to focused on each other’s touch and presence.

Or when She squeezed his hand interlocked with her own after downing her glass of vodka along with Sam as he just laughed at her never being able to say no to Sam even more so when she’d had a drink.

“Do you have to go?” Y/n asked caressing his arm

“it’s easier if I go now rather than having to explain to Sam and Shayla why I’m here.”he said, turning to her

“So What If Sam and Shayla know.” She mumbled as he sighed

“you don’t mean that…it will just complicate things and I like us the way we are.” He said softly

“I’m just tired of having to hide it from everyone, I’m tired of not being able to kiss you when I want to, I'm tired of having to pretend that all these feelings aren’t there because they are.” She explained as he smiled

“I know.” He said

“can we at least tell Sam so we don’t have to keep sneaking around my house.” She said as he laughed slightly

“If you're telling Sam Then I can tell Thomas.” he said which didn’t phase her in the slightest as he leaned down kissing her softly

“So does that mean you’ll stay?” She asked but he shook his head

“nope I’ve gotta meet Thomas tomorrow so I need to be at mine to get ready.” He said, making her pout and sigh

“Okay okay.” She mumbled as he got up and started getting dressed into the clothes they had previously discarded on the floor. As they left Y/n’ room and made their way to the front door

“I’ll see you later.” He said before he kissed her softly

“See you later.” She said just as He was about to walk away they heard sam's voice

“y/n?” Sam said she turned to her

“Hey.” was all she said

“oh hey Conrad .” he said before pausing “wait…what are you doing here?” She asked walking over to y/n and Conrad

“Well ummm…” he started y/n looked at him waiting for a response “y/n and I are kinda a thing.” He said with a smile

“Well finally you can stop pretending you’re not making heart eyes at each other.” Sam said as y/n smiled widely “obviously we're not telling everyone yet because it’s new and we wanna keep it ours.” Y/n said as Sam nodded

“So you're official official?” She asked,

“yeah.”

“Well then…I’m happy for you and all but don’t be too cute and make me wanna throw up.” She said before disappearing into the kitchen

“Bye Conrad.” She softly kissed him once more before he walked out and down her driveway turned back to see her standing leaning against the door frame watching him leave.

Yeah…They’re smitten.

“Y/n there’s someone asking for you at the front desk.” Alice said knocking on her office door y/n let out a sigh before waving her off and getting up from her desk making her way out to the foyer

“Absolutely not.” She said to herself as she spotted Conrad leaning against the desk. Y/n turned on her heels as soon as she saw him but he was hot on her tail

“Y/n please, talk to me!” He begged filling after her

“What could we possibly have to talk about.” She didn’t stop once just walking back into her office conrad closing the door quietly behind the both of them

“Nothing… everything.” He started as she sat on her couch refusing to look at him lI never stopped loving you.” He said as she finally looked up at him

“You left me Conrad, you don’t get to come back after 16 years begging me to let you talk, you don’t get to tell me you still love me!” She yelled at him already getting emotional

“I did come back!” He yelled back

“What?” Her voice was silent almost a whisper now

“I came back every summer for a week at least.” He told her but she shook her head not wanting to believe him

“No”

“Yes I did the first time Thomas told me you moved away But I came back every year how I didn’t see you once is beyond me but I came back.” He said her chest was tight she felt like she couldn’t breathe

“What about belly?” She whispered as she sat down next to her

“I never married her. I couldn’t.”

“Then why didn’t you try to find me.”

“Because I knew you’d never take me back.” He was awfully close right now so close she could feel his breath on her neck

“You’re right and that’s not going to change.” She stop up from her spot moving to the door conrad right behind her

“Y/n please.” He begged but she shook her head

“No Conrad.” She turned to him with tear in her eyes and in that moment he just kissed her.

the next thing she knew it was 6am and they were still on her couch with just a blanket covering their skin. At that moment she felt 18 again. She felt like she’d just met him all over again.

“Y/n!” They heard from outside the door she mumbled a shit before jumping out of her spot and scrambling to put her clothes back on

“Conrad…this can’t… this won’t happen again.”

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[zoeyloves-you]

finding out || s.c x fem!reader

Warning: fluff, Conrad kinda being mean to reader, jere being a sweetheart about it.

Summary: Y/n and Steven have been sneaking around since he came to cousins. the guys find out when they go out side to the pool.

Work Count: 575

You and Steven have been sneaking kisses and going into each others room every night since he's been here. You know for a matter of a fact that your brothers are going to flip out with they find out that their best friend and sister have been sneaking around.

You think Jeremiah is going to be the big brother about the situation because he doesn't flip out on you unlike Conrad.

You had just went down stairs for breakfast and no one was up yet, or so you thought. you grabbed the milk out of the refrigerator and grabbed your favorite cereal out of the pantry. Putting the milk back you feel arms wrapping around you. giggling you turn around and see Steven, kissing him and moving his hair out of his eyes.

"good morning sweets" he says, you just laugh and kiss him. "what? it that not a good name?" he panics. "no, no, it's just funny babe" you laugh about it again. He pouts and kisses your forehead. You walk back over to the island and start to eat your cereal. "so wanna go swimming in the pool today?" he asks, "sure i don't mind" you smile and finish up your cereal and walk upstairs.

walking out the sliding door you find steven already in the pool. "well look at you pretty girl!" he hypes you up. you laugh and jump into the pool and rise back up to get air. he swims up to you wraps his arm around you. " your so beautiful." he mumbles, you smile. "your so handsome." pushing his hair out of his face and kissing him.

"what the fuck?" you hear from behind you. your head turns so fast you think your going to get whiplash. "connie, jere what are you doing here?" you ask in panic, your heart is thumping in your throat. "we were going to swim, but now i'm wounding why my sister and our best friend is kissing each other." conrad asks, his face is red and it's not from heat, but from anger. jeremiah is just shocked and wont say anything. "can we please just inside and talk, please." you plead not wanting him to get anymore angered.

he simply just nods. steven and I rush to wrap a towel around ourselves and rush inside. you both sit in front of them. "well I guess i just start from the beginning." you say looking at your hands.

you ans Steven explain that you've had been sneaking away with each other and having feeling with each other. after a moment Jeremiah finally speaks up. "y/n/n i'm just glad that your happy and found someone who like you." he says with a smile. you feel relief that his okay with it. "thanks jere bear." he chuckles. Conrad seems to be putting thoughts together but finally says something. "y/n/n i'm so glad that your happy. i'm sorry for getting upset with you and i shouldn't have. but Steven if you hurt here your dead." he says seriously.

Steven just smiles nervously. "i would ever hurt y/n/n, i really like her." he looks at me and kisses my forehead, i smile. "ew bro don't you dare do that in front of me." Conrad says with a sour looks. we roll our eyes and get up tackling them.

"i love you guys."

"we love you to y/n/n"

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[kureis-writing-hell]

The Virus Made Me Do This

I had a little prompt idea with my lovely @tristansarchive where I do his current fav ship and he writes my own (still looking forward to it babe). I had a lot of fun! I love Jerome with all my heart and I think I could do him better actually, but idk how to now. Next time :3

It's an au where someone makes a soulmate tracker, deadly virus and uses it to kill all baddies in Gotham. I'm pretty sure everything is explained well in the fic!

TW: a little, a tiny bit incestous ig. The characters are twins. It can be read whatever considering soulmates doesn't have to be romantic, but it's written with all the shippy intentions.

*

The urge to open the door was so heavy Jeremiah couldn’t stop shaking. Or was it really that? He could be just afraid. Yeah. Definitely it was fear and anticipation. Fear of what, though? Meeting Jerome after all those years? Facing the brother he selfishly threw under the hypothetical bus and left alone to bleed out under the care of their mother? The fear of seeing Jerome dying?

Maybe all at once?

Jeremiah shook his head. No. All he was scared of was Jerome. His brother and whatever was hidden behind this door. Jerome was a sick maniac and if Jeremiah allowed himself to think anything else, he would crumble himself, probably lose his mind and end up sharing the room with his twin. And Arkham wasn’t really Jeremiah’s style.

It wasn't Jeremiah's fault that the new Gotham virus had a DNA sort of targeting, and he shared his DNA with Jerome. Jerome, who was one of the biggest threats to Gotham. Jerome, who murdered so much people. Of course his brother would have crazy enemies. And of course the vigilante who made killing all baddies in the city their lifetime goal would target Jerome as well.

Suddenly, Jeremiah felt a pang in the area where his heart was. A painful ache. He grasped his chest, curling a little. There was immediately a hand on his back, Ecco trying to comfort him.

"Are you okay?" she asked, rubbing comforting circles into his shoulder blade. The ache began lessening enough for Jeremiah to straighten slowly and look at her.

"It's just a little pain. I'll be fine."

The worried look the woman sent him didn't help Jeremiah's own worries. The virus was deadly. There was no cure and the GCPD was trying to sweep the case under the rug because the virus targeted only criminals. And Jeremiah. Jeremiah and his damned, cursed DNA.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Ecco looked at him in that soft way she always did when Jerome came out between them. She knew a lot about both of the twins, thanks to Jeremiah. He had no secrets to hide from her, after all. She knew everything.

"I'll be fine." Jeremiah fixed his glasses nervously. "I have no choice. You heard the doctor. I have to be with him."

The virus was bizarre, but honestly, everything in Gotham was. It targeted people based on their DNA, so obvious someone had to be behind it all. It killed within a few days since the first symptom showed up - a heartache like pain. But it was getting weirder from there.

The virus worked as some sort of magical matchmaking as well. Besides the obvious deadly purpose, for some reason, it also pushed people to go find their soulmates. There weren't a lot of cases just yet but everyone, Jeremiah included, felt an urge to be very close to some people. Then the symptoms lessened and the time the patient had stretched to a week or so. It was still deadly, it just took more time to finish the victim.

Jeremiah still refuses to believe that. There had to be some sort of more logical explanation as to why he wanted to spend every single second of the rest of his life with his bonkers twin. Jerome wasn't his soulmate. He was the worst curse Jeremiah could be graced with.

"I'll go with you," Ecco finally sighed and reached for the door handle. Jeremiah grabbed her hand.

"No. No need. Just stay here. He's tied to the bed, he won't hurt me."

After a moment of contemplating that Ecco finally nodded and stepped aside.

Jeremiah swallowed, fixed his glasses again, bit his lip and finally opened the door.

The gap was small enough for Jeremiah to squeeze through. He closed the door softly behind himself, gathering all his nerves, looked up from the floor and met a pair of green, wide eyes.

Saying that Jerome was tied to the bed was understatement. He was basically the one with the bed, there were so many belts around his body. That brought some relief to Jeremiah. But then Jerome smiled.

Jeremiah knew about the scars, but didn't think they would look this macabre. Jerome had a permanent smile on his face, that looked even creepier when he smiled himself. Showing all of his teeth to Jeremiah.

"That's a shocker." Jerome let go a giggle and licked his dry lips. "And I thought I would have to blow up half of the city to get you out of your hole!" He laughed the same, weird way Jeremiah could remember from their childhood. The sound used to make him smile too, but now he only shivered.

Jeremiah noticed he's clinging to the door with his back. He slowly straightened, fixing his clothes, still shaking like a leaf. Jerome was watching him closely.

"Who would think all it took for us to meet again was a little cold. And look! We can be one again! Bonnie and Clyde! Jules and Vincent! Kill and Bill!"

The laughter filled the room again. Jeremiah opened his mouth, not sure what he wanted to say. It wasn't just a cold. They were never "one". Jerome you're delusional.

But Jerome was faster. He shut his mouth, looked at Jeremiah again and his eyes widened. He gasped.

"No! You got it too! You can feel it too! Of course you got it, I heard the whispers, it's related to DNA!"

The pure, glowing glee on Jerome's face made Jeremiah want to punch him. He didn't move from under the door, though. That, of course, gave Jerome a free space to continue.

“Hey, hey, did ya know? Some birdies sing that this shitty virus is a destiny tracker! It makes people want to die in the arms of their loved ones, or some bullshit like that. Isn’t it hilarious?”

“And cruel.”

Jeremiah barely opened his lips, barely even whispered, yet the words seemed to jump around the room like an echo. Jerome quieted down, watching Jeremiah with high lifted eyebrows. There was a smile, dancing on his chapped lips, but a different one than from a moment ago. Not a crazy, manic grin. A soft, amused smile. And it was even worse than before.

“Cruelty can be fun too.” If Jerome wasn’t tied to the bed he would shrug, with that infuriating smile still visible on his face. “Don’t you agree? Don’t tell me you’re not even a little amused right now, being oh so cruel to me.”

“I-I’m not-” Jeremiah’s words jumped a little, he stuttered pathetically and so shut his mouth down. He wasn’t amused. And it wasn’t him that was cruel right now, for sure.

“Oh please. You vanish for years and then show up out of nowhere, without even giving me a little kiss? That’s not how brothers should greet each other!”

It totally is - Jeremiah thought bitterly, and then marveled at Jerome’s expression once again. Give it to his unstable twin to throw something like that right in Jeremiah’s face, with the softest, gentlest expression ever made by a human being.

Then, suddenly, the expression was broken. Jerome grimaced, even whined a little, curling as much as he could on the bed. Jeremiah recalled his own pains, mainly his heartache, and without thinking jumped towards his brother. He grabbed Jerome’s shoulder, trying to will the other’s pain away. And, right then, when Jeremiah was ready to take his pain and bear it on his own, Jerome grinned.

“Oh, so you do care.”

In a second Jeremiah blushed, all the way from his forehead to his barely visible collar bones.

He stepped back, angrily taking his hands away from his twin. Jerome followed his movement with sparkly eyes, with that sunny smile stretched across his face. Jeremiah had to remind himself that they were both under the influence of the virus. And that it was Jerome he was dealing with.

The things he wanted to do, Jerome had to feel twice as hard. He was always the more intense of the two of them. 

“Can’t you be serious for once?!” Jeremiah stomped his leg, tightening his fists in frustration. Jerome giggled at the showoff.

“Why would I?”

“We may die!”

“So?”

Jerome’s question was so out of nowhere Jeremiah had to pause and get confused for a moment. He didn’t understand why his brother wasn’t at least a little concerned. He was crazy - that’s for sure - but did he also want them to die in agony?

Suddenly, Jeremiah gasped and clutched his chest again. He curled a little, feeling the jolt of pain across his chest, his heart. At the same time Jerome swore and gasped. It made Jeremiah look up, search for his twin, suffering as well right now. Their eyes met. Identical, green eyes. It didn’t matter that Jerome was covered with scars now. Jeremiah didn’t even find his look scary or grotesque now.

“Maybe it would be nicer if we hugged?”

Jerome was rasping but still sounded unusually soft. He had to notice it, because he grimaced slightly and wiggled his eyebrows, to add to his words a little, nasty context. Jeremiah wasn’t fooled though. He still didn’t come closer again, keeping his hand over his chest.

“I’m… not really allowed to do that.”

“Oh now you’re following rules?”

Well, he was right. And it wasn’t like anyone was there to witness his embarrassment. He still frowned at Jerome.

“You won’t try to run?” Maybe Jerome was tied to the bed, but Jeremiah knew him. His twin knew how to escape every situation.

“Please, I can barely stand right now. You probably do too, huh?”

He was right. The virus came with a general weakness of the body. And pains. Mostly joint pains but also muscle pains that were a living hell if Jeremiah moved too much. Honestly, he would kill for a nap right now. And, could be the virus or not, Jerome’s chest looked like a nice bed. For the first time since entering the room Jeremiah allowed himself to look Jerome over. He had to exercise. A lot.

Trying to hide the comeback of his blush Jeremiah crouched and began untying his shoes. He didn’t see how Jerome’s amused eyes glimmered with excitement. He knew they did, though. Of course. Jerome didn’t change even a tiny bit since they were kids, maybe minus losing the final screw. 

“This is only for a moment,” stated Jeremiah, rather trying to convince himself than point it out to Jerome. “I have to go home soon,” he lied. After all, the doctor told him that to keep them both from dying too early he had to stay in close proximity to his brother.

“Sure, broski.”

Jeremiah straightened and glared at his twin. Jerome was smiling cutely at him, obviously knowing he was being annoying and doing it on purpose.

“It’s only because of the virus.” Jeremiah lifted his chin a little, feeling a tiny wave of confidence. “Once it’s over I will vanish again and we will never see each other ever again.”

A look slipped through Jerome’s scarred face. For a moment Jeremiah let himself enjoy the hurt expression - oh so rare - that his twin allowed to slip. But then he felt guilt that always showed up when Jerome was as much as mentioned. He immediately lowered his head, suddenly unable to look into Jerome’s eyes again.

Jerome, of course, noticed.

“Then I hope we’re gonna die,” he rasped, cheerfully, making Jeremiah shiver.

Oh, he meant that.

Without adding anything more, worrying that he will back off if he procrastinated even a moment longer, Jeremiah slipped his shoes off. He grabbed an itchy blanket from a nearby chair - Arkham’s rooms were unbelievably cold, especially in the medical wing - and began climbing onto Jerome. As if they were kids again. As if no time ever passed.

But he paused. Right after putting his hand by Jerome’s side. Jeremiah blushed again, fixing his eyes on his hand. If he looked at Jerome right now he was sure he would just run out of the room. He could feel Jerome’s eyes on him, expectant but amused. It was so easy to imagine the look on his face for Jeremiah. And even easier to imagine Jerome’s laughter if he got up and ran. And then the guilt that would for sure come next.

So, Jeremiah gritted his teeth and slowly slipped into the bed, onto the hard mattress and Jerome’s chest.

It required a little wiggling. Jerome was tied, so he couldn’t move. Jeremiah had to find a position comfortable enough for him and his twin. His hand painfully landed on Jerome’s stomach, which Jeremiah quickly, and silently, apologized for, then he got stuck on all four, trapping Jerome under his body, making him giggle uncontrollably. It was a disaster, and for a very hot, embarrassed moment Jeremiah thought about chickening out again.

When he was about to shake his head and move away, Jerome lifted himself a little. It was too late when Jeremiah noticed that the belt on his stomach was tied too loose. Jerome’s tight hit Jeremiah’s, Jeremiah yelped, slipped on the mattress and fell onto Jerome’s body, hitting his face right onto his twin’s chest.

Jerome, of course, erupted in a loud laughter. Jeremiah fixed his glasses, glaring at his twin angrily. Without a word, deciding that it couldn’t get worse, he covered both of them with the blanket and hid his face in Jerome’s Akrham uniform.

“Arent’cha glad I got some friends around this place? They left a few holes here and there a bit loose, y’know?” Jerome kept laughing. Then choked, coughed and giggled again. “Maybe friends is too big of a word. Pawns? Sidekicks? Toys? What do ya think?”

“I think you’re sick,” Jeremiah murmured into Jerome’s chest, not sure if the words were aimed at his brother or at himself. Then he inhaled Jerome’s scent and realized it didn’t matter, because he wasn’t going anywhere soon.

“Duh! You too. We got a virus, don't you remember? Did my cute lil bro get dumber with age?”

“Probably.” Jeremiah closed his eyes. That nap was so close now. Sounded so nice. But then Jerome decided to start wiggling, waking Jeremiah up again. “What are you doing?”

“My back is itching as all hell.”

Jeremiah rolled his eyes. Before relieving his twin, he took off his glasses and put them on a nearby table. He came back to his position, wrapped arms around Jerome and scratched his back a little.

“How’s that?”

“Perfect.”

He didn’t even try to point Jeremiah towards the itching spot. Only after a moment Jeremiah noticed what Jerome made him do. Hug him. The virus was affecting them both after all.

Jeremiah was drifting off again, snuggled to Jerome, when he heard his brother open his damned mouth again.

“Would be pre-tty awkward if I got a boner now huh.”

Deciding to ignore that Jeremiah let the sleep overtake him.

#gotham #jerome valeska #jeremiah valeska #gotham tv #gotham fanfic #dc universe #dc joker #the joker #incestous #soulmates

[conradfiisher]

Saw someone call belly a bitch who was purposefully hurting Conrad :( it’s so unfair how nasty people are being to her and saying Jenny can’t write and being annoyed it’s not like the books where if Conrad opened up she would’ve taken him back. She changed belly in the beginning of the season. Specifically the tire changing scene where she promised Jere she would be there for him after he blamed her for all his problems. Like she’s slowly been trying to prioritize that bc she thinks that’s FIXING everything that went wrong since everyone kept telling her she fucked up (there’s a good analysis here https://www.tiktok.com/@jssscabri/video/7265919243781262624?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=mobile&sender_web_id=7265983392725370411 this girl rocks haha) which is different from the books where she pined after Conrad the WHOLE time. Like Jenny just made her enter the denial stage we see in book 3 earlier! Like she’s acting no different than book 3 because she doesn’t wanna feel her grief and she clings to Jeremiah because she believes this will fix things and make things better. Does it hurt Conrad in the process? Yes but I don’t think she’s intentionally trying to hurt him and be a bitch idk it just makes me so frustrated. Yes it would’ve been nicer and less shit on belly if she were like the books but I can see why Jenny didn’t want to make her a girl who just sat around waiting for conrad and if you view the season like this I think it makes a lot of sense and foreshadowing of the arcs in book 3! Idk it just kinda hurts to see people especially bellyconrad shippers hating on her so hard and acting like she doesn’t deserve Conrad! Conrad would never think of belly this way even with all that’s happened!!!! Don’t be rude people!! They’re gonna get through this we just gotta trust the process

Hi! I can get why people are mad at her but the ones who reduces Belly to just a "b*tch", they need to look deeper. They can't treat her like that, bc she's been trough a lot and she's just 16. So she has a lot to learn yet. Omg this girl, she absolutely does! I've been watching her videos lately and I love them tbh. Sometimes reading people's opinions makes me so angry lol bc some of them just don't get it, so I totally get why you get frustrated. Exactly!! Jenny had to change a few things, bc like you said we can't have 3 season of just Belly waiting for Conrad and like doing nothing with her life. Life goes on and things change so we just have to trust Jenny! And yeah, they're gonna get through this and so are we!!

#ask #anon

[girlwiththeobsessions]

love sick, c. f.

previous part

you and conrad had a secret relationship two summers ago, when you were 15 and he was 16. you broke up with him because your younger sister, belly had liked him, and you were afraid of hurting her. now, flash forward, you were 17, and you thought you had gotten over him, but maybe you haven’t

vi. belly's birthday

TODAY WAS BELLY'S 16TH BIRTHDAY.

i had the day off from work, since it was her birthday.

laurel had breakfast on the table ready for belly, and susannah had gotten her baby blue and white balloons.

all of us were downstairs, waiting for belly, and finally, she came downstairs.

"morning, everyone!" belly said with enthusiasm.

"there's the birthday girl!" susannah hugged her. "looking like a vision in floral. happy birthday!

jeremiah leaned down to hug belly. "happy sweet sixteenth bells."

"belly's getting old finally!" steven teased. "happy birthday.

"happy birthday sweetheart." laurel hugged her with a warm smile.

belly laughed. "thanks everyone."

i hugged belly. "happy birthday, belly. mom made your pancakes."

"actually, uh- i'm not really hungry." belly told me and laurel.

"oh." laurel said, but i knew she was disappointed.

"shall we open gifts?" susannah shrugged.

"you're gonna love mine." jeremiah confidently told her.

one thing i did notice though, was conrad hadn't said happy birthday.

we went into the living room, to open gifts, belly had opened her gift from laurel, and it was a book.

"it's the latest edition." laurel spoke up. "i got it from a rare book dealer."

"thanks mom." belly said with no enthusiasm.

laurel rolled her eyes with a smile. "turn to the book marked page."

belly obliged. "oh, yeah i remember susannah telling us to recite this." belly laughed, all of us reciting the sentence.

"open mine now, belly." susannah handed her a gift.

belly opened the gift, and it was a pearl necklace. "oh wow, they're gorgeous, thank you, susannah."

susannah went over to belly, to put the necklace on her. "my mom gave me these pearls for my sweet sixteen."

"they look great on you, belly." i smiled at her.

"oh! i'm next." jeremiah gave a gift to belly.

"it's a good luck charm. to help you pass your drivers test." belly put the charm on her wrist.

"perfect. thank you."

steven threw a shirt at belly. "think fast!"

"wow steven! i can't believe you actually spent money on me." she sarcastically smiled.

it was a princeton shirt. "relax, i just didn't want you stealing mine when i get in next year."

"i didn't know you were still considering princeton." laurel said.

"you know, i think i'm gonna apply for some scholarships, and dad thinks i can get some financial aid." steven told her.

i went over to belly, handing her my gift, with a smile. "open it."

belly tore off the wrapping, opening the gift to see keys.

"what are these?" she asked with a smile.

"car keys. with the help of susannah, once you pass your drivers test, there's a car waiting for you, it's at home." i explained.

belly's jaw dropped. "y/n! thank you so much!" she went to hug me.

i laughed and hugged her back. "you're welcome."

"conrad, do you wanna give belly her gift?" susannah asked.

conrad stayed silent for minute before responding. "sorry, i forgot."

my heart shattered when i looked to belly, seeing her smile drop, her looking so sad. how could he forget?

"uh- that's cool." belly played it off. "i wasn't really expecting anything anyway."

"listen.. i gotta go." conrad broke the tension. "i promised cleveland i show him some knots today, so.. happy birthday belly."

"hey." jeremiah called to belly. "why don't we take my car and practice driving before we have to pick up taylor from the bus stop.

"okay." belly agreed. "y/n, wanna come?" belly asked me.

"no, you two go ahead, i have.. something to do."

i got up, going the same direction conrad went.

i had caught up to conrad, grabbing his shoulder, causing him to spin around, facing me.

"really? you forgot?" i asked with anger in my voice.

i was going to take a more.. calm approach, but i was just so angry, my emotions got the better of me.

"well-" he began to speak, but i already know whatever he was going to say was going to be stupid, so i just cut him off.

"listen, i don't know what the hell's going on with you, but you've been acting like an asshole." i insulted.

he rolled his eyes at me. "grow up." this wasn't the same conrad i had seen last summer, i looked into his eyes, he had no remorse for what he said. "i forgot a gift one year."

"it's not just that!" i was starting to lose my patience with him, using my hands to emphasize my point while i spoke. "you've been- just been a dick since we've gotten here! you weren't always like this."

"oh, so now suddenly you care? didn't seem like you did two summers ago." conrad stared coldly into my eyes.

are you serious? he wanted to do this?

"seriously?" i blinked a few times before speaking again, and i scoffed. "you wanna go there?"

conrad sighed, he could probably sense as well that this was starting to escalate. "just forget it."

"fine." i simply said, before walking away, leaving him there.

how could he say that i don't care about him? when that's all i've done for him.

TWO SUMMERS AGO

me and conrad were at the beach, there were so many stars in the sky, and it was pitch black outside.

we both couldn't sleep, so we had decided to go the beach.

"can't sleep?" he asked, seeing me downstairs.

i turned around to see it was him, a smile appearing on my face. "nah."

he motioned his head at the door, basically silently asking me if i wanted to leave. i nodded my head, putting on my shoes.

we were at the shallow part of the water, the water going up to my knees.

i looked at the sky, he glanced at me. "what do you see up there?"

"a star shaped like a bunny." i joked. "you see it?"

"yeah." he said, and i started to laugh.

"you liar." i splashed him with water.

his body turned to me and he splashed me back.

we kept on splashing each other, and i kept laughing.

he had grabbed my wrist to get me to stop splashing him, pulling me close to him.

i stopped splashing him, looking into his blue eyes, and he looked into my eyes.

he took the hand off my wrist and cupped my cheek, i looked down at his lips, getting more and more nervous by each second.

he started to lean in, and then he kissed me. i kissed him back. i couldn't help it.

i knew if belly found out, she'd probably hate me, she liked conrad since she was little, but i just couldn't help myself.

END OF FLASHBACK

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END OF CHAPTER

#conrad fisher #conrad fisher x reader #conradfisher #conradfisherxreader

[thornonthevine]

(this is a long list, take your time) Characters reacting too:

Someone pinching their cheeks

Someone playing with their hair

Someone playfully hitting them

Someone asking to date them

ONLY DOING THE KIDS CUZ I GOT LAZY

Pinching there cheek

Isaac: *he would smack your hand away and death glare at you*

Malachi: *he would move away from you and give you an angry confused look*

Micah: *he would blush and gently move your hand away*

Mordecai: *would smile and do it back*

Jeremiah: *he would chuckle and forget about it moments later*

Eli: *would squirm away and whine*

Joshua: *he would blush and hug you afterwards*

Josiah: *hes confused but found it a little bit comforting*

Ezekiel: *would basically do that same as Josiah*

Gabriel: *your dead*

Matt: *he would be confused and would gently do it back to you*

Abel: *he's gonna bite you.*

Playing with there hair

Isaac: *he hates it. He would squirm away and dramatically fix his hair*

Malachi: *doesn't mind it IF YOU ASK. He would let you make it last for a few seconds and that’s it*

Micah: *he would stand there and let it happen. He would give you a confused little cute look and waits for you to stop*

Mordecai: *he would look at you like this 🙂 and would wait for you to be done when you are he hugs you..good luck trying to get him to let go.*

Jeremiah: *hes a bit confused at first but finds it comforting after get used to it and would probably play with yours as well*

Eli: *hes very confused but gets use to it quickly and doesn’t really have a reaction when you do it after the 6th try*

Joshua: *HE LOVES THAT SO MUCH 😭😭 he’s like a dog when they get headpats he literally loves when anyone does anything with his hair*

Josiah: *hes confused…just confused*

Ezekiel: *kinda likes it and finds it nice*

Gabriel: *he just looks at you with a smug smirk while you do it*

Matt: *hes like joshua ngl he loves you sm*

Abel: *well…he likes it??…I think.*

Someone playfully hitting them

Isaac: *he would look at you in disgust and disbelief he would yell at you and tell you to never do that again.*

Malachi: *…he’s malachi what do you expect*

Micah: *hes confused and hurt. He would look at you and ask why you would do that when you tell him it was a playful hit hes still confused and just sits there in silent*

Mordecai: *he just looks at you and would tilt his head wondering why would you try to hurt him? When you realize he’s confused you ask him what’s wrong and he tells you that you tried to hurt him when you reassure him your just playing around he would giggle and playfully and gently hit you back*

Jeremiah: *he chuckles and playfully hits you back..it might just turn into a play fight*

Eli: *he would look at you with confused little eyes and would scoot away from you upset you hit him..when you tell him your joking he would lighten up a little bit and would scoot back next to you*

Joshua: *hes confused at first but gets the gist of it fast and would also playfully hit you back as well but he makes sure it’s gentle and would ask he he actually hurts you after*

Josiah: *he looks at you and would quietly ask why you would do that when you tell him it’s a joke he would just say “oh.” And would go back to whatever he’s doing*

Ezekiel; *lowkey does the same thing as josiah*

Gabriel; *your so funny for thinking your getting away with that!!!*

Matt: *hes confused..well more sad when confused he would ask why would you do that and when you explain it’s a joke he would still be confused..it would probably just go into a spiral of him asking questions*

Abel: *he would smile and would playfully bite you*

Them getting asked out on a date

Isaac: *he would look at you up and down and denies.*

Malachi: *he looks at you with confusion and he would shake his head no and would ignore you*

Miach: *he would probably ignore you*

Mordecai: *hes very confused. He would ask why you wanna date him and when you say your reasons he just looks at you and hugs you..his answer is yes*

Jeremiah: *he smiles and says “really?” He blushes and most likely says yes*

Eli: *your getting ignored*

Joshua: *he would say “I’ll think about it” and forgets about it*

Josiah: *no..that’s all your getting from him*

Ezekiel *he would try to date you. I don’t really think he likes all that dating stuff tho*

Gabriel: *this smug little flirty basterd. He would flirt with you for a few minutes and then would probably say yes*

Matt: *he would say yes but in a confused type way*

Abel: *no*

#children of the corn #children of the corn the final sacrifice #children of the corn urban harvest #children of the corn the gathering #children of the corn fields of terror #children of the corn isaacs return #children of the corn revelation

[waitimcomingtoo]

I knew it. I knew tumblr glitched again. Here it is when you have a chance. Teacher!tom has an unruly elementary class to put up with but things change when the new music teacher shows up. Eventually feelings develop between the two and only their students are willing to do something about it.

Here Comes The Sun

pairing: teacher!Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

“Jeremiah. Please. If I have to ask you to stop drinking the Elmers glue one more time, I’m gonna have to send you to the principle.”

“It tastes like white!” Jeremiah cheered before squeezing the bottle into his mouth again. All around him, Toms students were screaming and making trouble. His class was known to be unruly, and this day proved to be worst than most. Before Tom could take another step towards just one of his many misbehaving students, a woman he had never seen before slipped into the classroom and knelt down beside Jeremiah.

“Woah there. We don’t want to drink that, my friend.” You chuckled as you took the bottle of glue from him. “It’s not good for our tummy. Why don’t you try milk instead?”

“I’m black toast and taller ants.” Jeremiah told you.

“You’re lactose intolerant?” You connected the dots. “Tell you what, you come find me at lunch time later and I’ll give you a lollipop. Do you like lollipops?”

“Yes.” He nodded eagerly.

“Cool. Can you tell me your name so I know who to give it to?”

“This is Jeremiah.” Tom appeared behind his student and patted his back. “He does this a lot.”

“I had a feeling.” You laughed as you stood up. “I’m Miss. L/n.”

“Mr. Holland.” Tom reached out to shake your hand. “Nice to meet you. Jeremiah, why don’t you go sit down for some quiet time, okay?”

“I’m Y/n.” You said as soon as he left.

“Tom.” Tom laughed. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“I’m the new music teacher.” You told him. “I’ve been making my rounds and introducing myself to the other teachers. Your kids are still a little young for music so that’s why you haven’t seen me.”

“Oh. That’s a shame.” Tom pursed his lips. Of course the gorgeous new teacher who could magically tame his kids wasn’t on his floor. He knew he’d barely see you, and he really wanted to see you.

“Is it?” You smiled coyly.

Just then, a scream ripped through the classroom. No one was hurt, they just wanted to scream.

“For the kids, I mean.” He covered up his accidental flirtatious remark. “We could all use a little music in our lives.”

“I completely agree. It calms the kids right down. It’s like magic.”

“I could definitely use some magic.” Tom laughed over the noise.

“When I play In My Life, they get so quiet, you’d think they were asleep.” You told him your secret.

“I love that song.” He smiled softly at you. “I love Here Comes the Sun too.”

“Me too!” You gushed. “My favorite is I Wanna Hold Your Hand though.”

“I like it too. I have a feeling we’ll get along.”

“Mr. Holland, you may be my first friend here.” You smiled shyly at him. “I’ll see you around.”

Tom watched as you left with a happy smile on his face.

“Is that your girlfriend?” Amanda asked, making Tom jump a little. He looked at her and then out at the class, who was suspiciously quiet. They were all staring eagerly at Tom.

“No. That’s the new music teacher.” He said skeptically as he made his way to the front of the class.

“She’s pretty.” Another student spoke up. All the kids nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, she is.” Tom laughed shyly. “Now, who wants to do some math?”

October

“Hi.” You knocked on Toms doorframe as you walked into his classroom, the same thing you did every day. He sighed in relief at the sight of you and made his way over to you.

“Hey little darling.” He greeted you. “How is your Tuesday treating you?”

“I’m gonna assume it’s treating me better than yours is treating you.” You chuckled as his students screamed and ran around behind him.

“What gave it away?” He asked sarcastically as a paper ball flew over his head.

“I had a hunch.” You played along. “How are you holding up?”

“Not great.” He sighed. “I’m getting a migraine and it’s not even 10 am.”

“Would apple slices make it better?” You presented a bag of apple slices from behind your back.

“They might.” Tok said sheepishly. You held the bag out to him and let him take a few, rubbing his arm to soothe him as he took a bite.

“Thank you. You’re a life saver.” He said with his mouth full.

“I have some Motrin in my bag if you want.” You offered. “It might help with the migraine. And your PMS.”

“Funny.” He narrowed his eyes at you. “Thank you again.”

“No problem. Why don’t you step out for a minute and I’ll look after your class? I’m off this period anyway.” You squeezed his arm to comfort him further.

“Are you sure? They bite.” He grimaced, and you let out a laugh.

“So do I.” You shrugged, making Toms eyes widen.

“That was a joke.” You said quickly. “Take a minute, gather yourself, and then come back. I’ll be here as long as you need.”

“You’re an angel. Thank you so much.” He brought his arms around you and squeezed you.

“I thought I was a little darling.” You chuckled into his ear as you hugged him back.

“A woman can be more than one thing.” Tom teasingly rolled his eyes.

“Very true. See you in a few.” You squeezed his hand. He gave you an appreciative smile before leaving the classroom. You made you way to the front of the class and clapped your hands.

“Hi my friends.” You shouted over the noise. “What have you been learning today?”

The students quieted down at the sight of you and one girl raised her hand.

“Yes, Carly?” You called on her.

“Are you and Mr. Holland dating?” She asked politely. The rest of the students nodded and looked at you, as if they all had the same question.

“No, we are not dating.” You laughed nervously. “Boys have cooties, haven’t you heard?”

“Do you like him?” Another student raised her hand.

“He definitely likes you!” A girl called out.

“Now class, I know it’s fun to speculate, but Mr. Holland and I are not together.” You told them. “You know who is together though? Q and U. They’re married, in fact. That’s why they’re always together in words like quiet and question. Can anyone else give me a “qu-“ word? Yes, Elizabeth.”

“Croissant.” Elizabeth answered.

“So close.” You nodded. “That’s actually a “cra” not a “qua” sound.”

“Not the way Mr. Holland says it.” Another student cut in.

“That’s because he’s from the O.K, Josh. They speak differently.” Elizabeth turned around in her seat and rolled her eyes.

“Oo, very close again.” You tried not to laugh. “Mr. Holland is from the UK.”

“Oh.” Elizabeth turned back around in shame.

“That’s okay.” You assured her. “Everyone makes mistakes. How do you guys feel about Mr. Holland anyway?”

“I love him.” One of the boys raised his hand. “He lets us have snack time. Mr. Osterfield’s class doesn’t do that.”

“I like him too.” Another boy chimed in. “He gave me extra time on my math test when I couldn’t figure out what 9x10 was.”

“Do you know the answer now?” You asked him.

“Uh huh.” He nodded eagerly. “90.”

“Great job.” You clapped for him. “Maybe you’ll be a math teacher one day.”

The boy smiled and shrunk down in his seat, proud of himself for knowing the answer.

“Hello, class.” Tom came back into the room and smiled at you. “Did you all behave for Miss L/n?”

“Yes they did.” You beamed at the class. “What a smart, well behaved class.”

“Are you sure you watched the right class?” Tom said out of the corner of his mouth so only you could here.

“I’m sure.” You chuckled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Holland.”

“See you tomorrow little darling.” He smiled softly at you as you walked out of the classroom. He sighed happily and went to his desk, immediately noticing a packet of apples slices you left for him.

“Mr. Holland! I have a question.” A student calling out caught his attention.

“Yes, Amanda?” He asked.

“Is Miss L/n your girlfriend?” She asked, making Tom go bright red.

“What? No. What? No. What? No.” Tom stammered.

“You like her!” Amanda gasped. “I knew you liked her. I told you Elizabeth. Carly and I were right.”

“Whatever.” Elizabeth rolled her eyes again.

“I have a question.” Tony raised his hand.

“Yes?” Tom asked nervously.

“When are you gonna ask Miss L/n out?” Tony asked, making the class nod.

“This is not appropriate for class time.” Tom laughed nervously as he made his way to the blackboard.

“But you guys are so perfect for each other!” Carly whined. “You need to ask her to be your girlfriend. She’ll totally say yes.”

“You think so?” Tom asked them shook his head when he realized he was asking third graders for relationship advice. “I mean, this is not up for discussion.”

“But you guys belong together.” Amanda gushed.

“She totally likes you.” Jennifer piped up.

“Ask her out already.” Joseph called out.

“Please? I’ve always wanted to go to a wedding.” Kaley said and all the girls agreed.

“Me too. Can I be the flower girl?” Elizabeth raised her hand to ask.

“I wanna be the flower girl.” Carly whined again.

“Her niece Sophie would definitely be the flower girl.” Tom chuckled, then shook his head again. “Not that we’re getting married.”

“Why not?” Candy pouted.

“Because she’s not even my girlfriend.” Tom reminded them.

“So ask her out.” Jason said simply. “She’ll never be your girlfriend unless you ask her out.”

“I think that’s enough of this topic for today.” Tom clapped his hands as he diverged from the topic. “Who wants to do some sentence structure?”

November

“Jason, please stop biting Candy.” Tom begged. “That’s just her name. She is not actually candy.”

His attention was immediately drawn to another student who was misbehaving.

“Elizabeth! Get that out of your mouth! Erasers are not food. I say this everyday.” Tom whined as he made his way over to Elizabeth to take the erasers from her. His eyes drifted to the boys, and he immediately regretted it.

“Oh my God. Joseph, put that back in your pants.” Tom groaned. “Please.”

“Mr. Holland! Mr. Holland!” Eric screamed from across the room. “Watch me floss, Mr. Holland!”

Tom looked at Eric, who was flossing rapidly in the back of the classroom.

“Very nice, Eric.” Tom nodded stiffly.

“Who’s Eric? My name Jeff!” The child quoted the outdated vine, making all his friends laugh.

“Okay.” Tom said weakly.

“Epic chungus moment.” Eric and his friends shifted into a T pose. “Bruh bruh bruh BIG OOF bruh bruh bruh.”

“Okay.” Tom repeated.

“Mr. Holland?” Tom felt someone tap him from behind.

“Yes, Jeremiah?” Tom knelt down beside his student.

“Watch this!” Jeremiah cheered before opening his mouth and squirting Elmer’s glue inside.

“Oh my God. Please. Don’t drink the glue. I’m begging you.” Tom pleaded as he wrestled the glue bottle from his hands.

“But Rachel is.” Jeremiah said with a full mouth.

“Rachel is - - RACHEL.” Tom yelled when he saw another student pouring glue into her mouth.

“No drinking glue.” Tom snatched the bottle from Rachel. “This is not a snack.”

“But I’m hungry.” Jeremiah whined.

“We just had snack time.” Tom reminded him.

“Tony ate my snack.” Jeremiah pouted.

“Why did Tony do that?”

“Because I gave it to him.” Jeremiah said simply and Tom groaned.

“Remember what I said about sharing snack?” Tom said through a forced smile. “We can’t share snacks in case someone has an allergy.”

“But you said sharing is caring.” Rachel spoke up.

“Yes, I did say that.” Tom kept a tight smile. “Sharing is caring unless it comes to snacks. Then we have to keep our snacks to ourselves.”

“But you and Miss L/n share food all the time.” Rachel continued.

“It’s different with Miss L/n and I.” Tom explained. “We’re adults so we can share snacks. She’s not allergic to anything I give her.”

“Do you think she’d like some glue if I shared it with her?” Jeremiah asked.

“Maybe, if she was making an arts and crafts pro-“

“I mean to drink.” He cut Tom off. Before Tom could answer, a scream caught his attention.

“Candy!” He shouted. “Don’t bite Jason!”

He spun around in circles, seeing children misbehaving everywhere he turned. He was getting over whelmed very quickly as just as he was going to succumb to defeat, you opened his classroom door.

“Hi my friends!” You shouted over the noise and held up your guitar. This caught their attention and they all stopped in their tracks, eyed glued to the guitar like bugs to a light.

“Hi Miss L/n.” The class said in unison as they returned to their seats.

“Does anyone here like music?” You asked as you rested your guitar against your chest. You looked at Tom and winked, and he instantly melted. Like Superman, you had burst in the room to save him. The students nodded eagerly and watched your every move.

“You do?” You gasped. “Me too!”

You stood in front of the class and began to strum a simply melody on your guitar.

“Here comes the sun, do do do do.” You sang to them.

The children fell silent as they became enthralled by the music. Tom leaned against his desk with a huge smile, unable to be more in love with you.

“Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter. Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here. Sing along, my friends.” You asked of them.

“Here comes the sun do do do do. Here comes the sun and I’ll say.” The children sang along with you.

“What’ll you say?” You asked as you continued playing.

“It’s all right.” They sang in response. You finished out the song, slowly letting the music fade out at the end.

“Thanks for listening my friends.” You spoke softly. “Now, let’s all put our heads down for some quiet time.”

The children listened to you and kid their heads down on their desks, shutting their eyes as well. Tom walked over to you and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Thank you. You are such a gift.” He mumbled in your ear.

“I try.” You laughed as you pulled away. “I learned the song just for you.”

“Did you really?” His eyes widened in appreciation.

“No. I’ve known it for years.” You admitted. “But wouldn’t it be romantic if I did?”

“That’s very romantic.” He agreed. “Has anyone ever done that for you?”

“Unfortunately, I have yet to be serenaded.” You sighed dramatically.

“How rude.” Tom teased, making a mental note of what you were saying.

“I know, right?” You added. “It’s a tragedy.”

“I think my class might be asleep.” He realized as he looked around. “You’re like a child whisperer.”

“I told you. Magic, baby.” You smiled as you held up your guitar.

“Oh, it’s definitely magic.” He noted with a grin.

“Well I should head back down. The recorders won’t play themselves.” You sighed again, a little sadly this time.

“See you later, little darling.” He squeezed your hand.

“See you later.” You waved, your high heels clicking against his floor as you left. Tom let out a content sigh, reveling in the rare silence of the classroom. Jeremiah slowly raised his hand and looked at Tom.

“Mr. Holland?” He whispered.

“Yes Jeremiah?” Tom asked.

“You know what you have to do.” Jeremiah gave him a pointed look. The rest of Toms students looked up with wide open, blinking eyes, all staring at Tom. Tom sighed again, knowing his students were right.

December

You knocked on Toms door the following week, the early December chill in the air. He let out a nervous breath as he opened the door for you, knowing it was finally time to enact his plan.

“Class, we have a special visitor with us.” Tom announced as he let you in. “Can we all give a musical welcome to Miss L/n?”

The class greeted you with excitement and you did the same.

“Hey kids.” You waved. “Good to see you all.”

“Good to see you too.” You turned to Tom and held up a bag. “Pretzel?”

“Thank you.” Tom smiled as he took a pretzel from the bag. “So, um, I have a proposition for you.”

“I’m listening.” You nodded as you munched on a pretzel.

“We always have lunch together, right?” He began.

“That’s right.”

“Would you maybe want to have dinner together one night?” He squeaked, knowing his face was bright red. Behind him, his class was dead silent, all pretending not to listen as they tried to hear every word.

“Ooo.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Like an after school activity?”

“I was thinking this Saturday.” He offered. “I could take you somewhere where they have better food than apple slices and pretzels, though I do love those.”

“You wanna give me your weekends, Mr. Holland?” You asked through a coy smile.

“You know, little darling, I really do.” He smiled back.

“Then it’s a date.” You blushed. “I’ll see you Saturday.”

“All right. Saturday.” He nodded, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Bye now. See you at lunch.” You put your hand on his arm and kissed his cheek before turning to his class.

“Well it was great to see all of you!” You grinned. “I hope you have a fantastic rest of your day.”

You winked at Tom before leaving swiftly, a silence settling in once you were gone.

“Well?” Amanda called out.

“Well what?” Tom asked.

“Did you do it?” Carly was nearly bouncing out of her seat.

“Class, I know you like Miss L/n but our personal relationship is none of your concern.” Tom reminded his students. The class let out a collective groan, and Carly looked like he might cry. They were all dead silent, and it made Tom feel slightly bad.

“Yes, I asked her out.” He admitted and the class erupted into cheers and applause. Tom rolled his eyes as an embarrassed smile tugged at his lips.

Tom walked into his class the following week and was met with an uncharacteristically silent classroom. His set his bag on his desk and looked around, growing more suspicious by the second. All his students were staring at him expectantly, yearning for him to speak.

“You guys are oddly quiet.” Tom commented. “Did Jeremiah eat another book?”

“How was the date?” Carly was the first to speak up, and everyone chimed in. They were leaning on the edges of their seats, impatiently waiting for the answer.

“Did you kiss her?” Tony asked.

“Did you guys hold hands?” Elizabeth sighed.

“What did she wear?” Amanda wondered. “I bet she looked so pretty.”

“Did you take her to your penthouse and freak it?” Jeremiah asked.

“Did I - - what?” Tom looked at his student in confusion.

“Are you guys gonna get married now?” Jennifer called out.

“No, Jennifer.” Tom chuckled. “We’re not getting married now.”

“I hate it here.” Jennifer grumbled as she shrunk down in her seat.

“Okay, we have a lot to get though today so I hope you all had a good nights sleep. If you could all take out your social studies textbooks and turn to page 116 for me.” Tom began to teach. He turned on the Smartboard and turned to his class, seeing them all sluggishly taking out their textbooks with glum expressions. He let out a sigh and rested his hands on his hips.

“You guys aren’t gonna focus unless I tell you about the date, huh?” He realized. His students shook their heads and he chuckled a little.

“The date was amazing. She wore a black dress with white music notes on the waistline. She looked very pretty. We held hands when I was walking to her car and yes, I kissed her.” He answered their questions. The class dissolved into giggles, applause, and commentary.

“All right, I told you. Now, textbooks. I mean it.” He said pointedly, and for once, they complied.

You and Tom continued to date, keeping up with your lunch dates, but engaging in weekend and after school dates as well. Tom students kept an eye out for a ring on your finger as the months went by, asking him almost every week when the wedding was. Come May, he actually had an answer for them.

May

“Class, I have a favor to ask you.” Tom announced to his class on a particularly warm morning. “I am going to ask Miss L/n to marry me.”

His class began to scream, and this time, it was welcomed. Carly started crying while Jennifer and Kaley jumped up and down.

“I know, I know.” Tom grinned. “It’s been a long time coming. That’s why I need your help. If I’m going to pull this off, I’m gonna need all hands on deck. Are you guys in?”

“We’ll do anything.” Carly promised.

“Great.” Tom nodded. “First, I need some ideas.”

“You have to show her how much you love her. You need to make a romantic gesture.” Rachel declared.

“Yes! You have to do something big so she knows how much you care.” Jennifer agreed.

“Get her a dozen roses.” Kaley suggested.

“No, he needs two dozen.” Carly said. “And chocolate.”

“You should get a flock of doves to deliver the ring.” Elizabeth spoke up.

“Or show up on a horse.” Rachel added. While the girls began to discuss, Amanda quietly raised her hand.

“Yes, Amanda?” Tom called on her.

“She’s a music teacher, right?” Amanda asked and the class quieted down to listen.

“Yeah.” Tom nodded.

“So play her some music.” Amanda shrugged.

“What do you mean?” Tom wondered.

“I have an idea.” Amanda grinned.

June

“Hey, Mr. Holland asked that you go to his classroom.” Mr. Osterfield popped into your class to tell you. “He said his students are a nightmare right now.”

“Oh, sure. I’ll be right there.” You hopped off your desk and went to the door. “Thanks.”

You quickly made your way to Toms classroom, knowing how unruly his class could be. You opened the door and stepped inside.

“Mr. Holland, are you ok-“ You stopped mis sentence when you saw Tom sitting on a stool, surrounded by all his students. They were quiet and tame, smiling eagerly at you as you shut the door behind you. The weirdest part, however, was the guitar in Toms hands.

“Whats this?” You asked through a hesitant smile.

“1,2,34.” Carly counted down to cue them in.

“Yeah I’ll tell you something I think you’ll understand.” Tom began to sing as he played along on the guitar. “When I say that something, I wanna hold your hand.”

“I wanna hold your hand. I wanna hold you hand.” His students sang in perfect unison. You covered your mouth with your hands as tears welled up in your eyes.

“I wanna hold your hand. I wanna hold your hand.” His students backed him up. They finished out the song while you stood there is happy shock, hanging on to every note. Tom set the guitar down once he finished and stood up, slowly making his way to you. He took your hands in his and smiled softly.

“You’ve given me your lunch time and weekends. Would you mind giving me the rest of your life too?” Tom asked as he presented you with a delicate diamond ring. Your eyes flickered to the ring and widened before looking back at Tom with a dropped jaw. The anticipation in the classroom was palpable as the students eagerly awaited your answer. All at once, your mouth closed into a smile and you nodded.

“You know,” you laughed as a tear of joy rolled down your cheek, “I really would.”

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