#jeremiah x y/n

[amisunderstoodgoddess]

— point of no return

rating: explicit. 18+ only

summary: you're used to hiding your true feelings for your best friend, but tonight is the point of no return in your relationship.

Author's note: fic based on the Chaise Atlantic soundtrack - seriously, there's nothing more addictive than Jeremiah Fisher and Chase Atlantic.

English is not my first language

I apologize for any errors you may find.

"Jesus, you keep settling for these idiots..." You hear your friend Jeremiah's deep voice approaching you in the empty hall; the sound of the music and the banter of your friends downstairs is now more muffled.

His disdainful stance changes dramatically in the space of a heartbeat, his beautiful blue eyes soften and harden right in front of you as he looks all over your body for physical harm.

"Wh-what?" You ask as you try to wipe your tears quickly, hoping he didn't see it, forcing a shaky smile.

"Your boyfriend, or whatever he is, just passed me on the stairs and didn't even have the decency to respond when I spoke to him and-and...hey..." He trails off when he gets the full view of your face - your face flushed and wet with tears.

"What happened? Did he do something you didn't want? By God, if he did anything, I swear it-" he's grumbling and widening his already imposing posture, obviously prepared to chase your boyfriend for explanations - ex boyfriend, you mentally correct yourself. You would have laughed, if you had any presence of mind for it.

"Jeremiah." You take his hands in yours, so small and delicate compared to his, drawing his attention. "He didn't do anything…well, actually he did, but…it's complicated."

You know he doesn't understand, not with the confused way you're acting, but you're both interrupted by the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Jeremiah acts quickly and pulls you into his room, locking the door before anyone sees the two of you.

He backs you up against the door without any warning, putting an arm to the side of your head so you can't escape. You try to ignore the swarm of butterflies that dance in your belly as he looks at you through those long dark lashes. The scent of his masculine cologne – sandalwood and something warm and rich, like the purest heat of the sun, something that seemed to cling constantly to his skin – now, suddenly enveloping you too.

A flush forms on your cheeks and you look away from him, embarrassed by his proximity.

Jeremiah is cozy. This is a fact. There's no way you can sit next to him on the couch, side by side, without his arm around you or his head resting in your lap. That's how it's always been since you became friends years ago.

But the way he's looking at you now, body so close to yours, eyes searching yours with sincere interest… somehow it feels different. It feels new.

"Tell me what happened, please." He says seriously, way too serious for him, cupping your chin with long fingers so you'll face him again.

"No-..." You take a deep breath, "it was no big deal. We just broke up. That's all." You want to say this without crying, but tears are already pooling in your waterline once again.

There are a few seconds of silence, filled only by both of your breaths. He just looks at you, carefully assessing your face.

Just when you think he's not going to say anything else, Jeremiah sighs, long and almost relieved, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You frown at him and he has the decency to at least look embarrassed.

"Sorry, sorry! I know you feel terrible right now, but honey, breaking up with that guy was one of the best things you could have ever done. I can't pretend I'm sad about it." He says smoothing the flushed skin of your cheeks fondly.

"Actually, he was the one who broke up with me." You sniff, biting your lip nervously.

Jeremiah freezes and blinks a few times like an owl, processing what you just said.

"What?!" It suddenly bursts. "W-why? Why would he do that? You decide to break up with him…fine, understandable…but why the hell would he break up with you?" He's clearly nonplussed, brows furrowed and curls brushing his forehead as he shakes his head in denial.

"I don't know. He said something vague about me being too needy...he said that sometimes I 'feel too much', whatever that means."

This seems to drive him even more out of his mind.

"What the fuck is that explanation? He wants to tell how you should be, is that it?"

You sigh and try to slip under his arm, overwhelmed by the whole situation, but he squeezes your waist and pulls you back against the door, bringing your bodies even closer.

“That's not what he meant and you know it, Jere. You're taking what he said out of context and that's not fair."

It feels like a barrier has burst after your words, something that once held Jeremiah to sanity and is now no longer there.

"Fair?" He lets out a sharp sigh and shakes his head in disbelief. An oddly cruel smile curves his full lips. "You know what's not 'fair'? Seeing your best friend settle for someone who is beneath her in every way. They don't even deserve to lick the dirt off your boots, Y/N. You deserve so much more than that."

It's your turn to smile wryly. “Then how come no one wants me, Jere? My last two relationships ended in a matter of weeks and you know it. It's the most they can handle by my side. It's time to see reality. They're right, there's something wrong with me."

You are really crying right now. Heartbroken. Not for Mike. You really don't care about him, to be brutally honest. He was just another attempt to fill the emptiness.

The emptiness that left your aching and vulnerable.

Jeremiah reaches out to you, pulling you in and wrapping you in the warmth of his broad chest. "Shit. I'm sorry, princess. I didn't mean to make you cry. I just hate seeing you like this." He strokes yout hair and you sniffle into your shirt. “But you need to know that this is not true. People can't help but want to be with you. You are light. Everyone loves you.”

He pulls your head back, making you look at him again, almost touching your forehead to his, bending his tall body to maintain eye contact with you. Pale blue eyes meet yours, watery and fragile, and for just an instant, you know your eyes betray your secret hope, keeping your own love for him secret. Your eyes disconnect from the intense eye contact and look anxiously at his lips for just a second before re-establishing the connection.

You swallow hard and try to steel your resolve.

You can't do that, you can't confuse the common charisma and intense affection that Jeremiah expresses for basically everyone, with what you really want him to feel for you.

You cannot project your own feelings onto him.

You're not sure when that had changed. When did you start to think differently about Jeremiah, your best friend and constant presence in your life growing up. You moved in your teens and you both didn't have contact for a few years. And since you came back to Cousins, you decided you couldn't risk spoiling your friendship with mixed feelings - friendship that still remained strong, like when you were kids, like not a day had passed since you left.

But Jere certainly grew up while you were gone, and so did you.

Your feelings for him were no longer innocent.

Sometimes you could have sworn the feeling was mutual. You couldn't escape his smoldering gazes when he found you in the kitchen, sitting on the stool wearing one of his hoodies that looked giant on your smaller frame. He would confidently stand in front of you, leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee while his eyes roam your legs, not saying a single word to you.

Despite that, you weren't entirely sure. And Jeremiah was too important for you to risk ruining your friendship.

It was getting tough, though. Especially with the way he was looking at you right now.

There was a risk in that, you knew that. You were friends. Your family, friends, and social group were all intertwined. You weren't entirely sure how he felt. It could all come crashing down around you if it went wrong, whatever it was.

There would certainly be questions and there was a lot to think about. But, God, it really was hard for you to think of anything while you were pinned against his bedroom door, with his thigh wedged between your legs - testing, probing, discovering...

Maybe it was the alcohol you drank earlier, maybe it was just heartbreak from the humiliation of being rejected by Mike, maybe you just went really crazy and out of your mind after all...

But before you could think, you were acting.

You look at him, your eyes are still watery but your mouth is set in a firm line, something needy in your expression. “And you, Jere?”

He sighs: "What about me?"

"You want me?" It's a challenge. You say the words without really allowing yourself to think about the consequences. Part of you is so tired of it all - of pretending and hiding.

Your eyes follow the sweeping fall of his golden-brown curls across his forehead to his Adam's apple, which rises and falls with the way he swallows. You lick your lips. You want him. You've wanted him for so long. But there was always this fear of seeking more. He's your best friend and honestly, you don't think you could handle losing him.

He no.

Not Jeremiah.

He's always been the main constant in your life and if you didn't have him…you didn't want to think about what that would be like.

So why, why did you open your mouth?

You are so scared.

You think you might be going crazy.

“Y/N.” He swallows hard. You think he might try to deny it, and, as much as you shouldn't, you're the one approaching him this time, brushing your noses together...eliminating all doubt from the context of your question.

You just need to know. Even if it hurts. Your heart feels like it wants to get out of your chest, but you choose to throw caution to the wind - you've already gone too far. Your hand reaches out, sliding over his nice shirt, feeling the hardness of the muscles along his chest. His hands wrap around your waist and are so big that they reach your back, pulling you closer.

He's looking at your mouth and you think 'fuck', grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down as you go up on your toes, crushing your mouth to his.

He doesn't hesitate. He's leaning your hard against the door, his hand tangled in your hair as he returns the kiss fervently, sliding his lips over yours and pressing your body to his.

The kiss is everything and nothing you expect.

It doesn't start out subtly or in the weird, messy way that first kisses between two people typically characterize. No, this kiss is intense, hot and tastes right. Like he's kissed you a thousand times before.

He bites down on your bottom lip, making you gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth and deepen the kiss. At the same time, one of his hands comes up to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your mind spin.

His tongue tastes like mint bubblegum as he kisses you hard, deep and, oh, it's too much and not enough at the same time, because you think you'll never get tired of the taste of him - it burns you deep. You moan into his mouth and it causes something like a growl in the back of his throat. Something dangerous and full of need.

You move against him, wanting more, but the sliding of tongues and lips eventually overcomes you and you forget what you were going to do. When he stops the kiss to inhale for just a moment, sucking, tugging at your bottom lip, you barely have time to think before he's crushing his mouth to yours again. His teeth chatter softly and you feel your heart skip and stutter and pound at the intimacy.

His other arm pulls your thigh around his hips and he pins you against the door with his body, crushing you with broad shoulders and wet mouth and desperate intentions. You squeeze a handful of curly hair between your fingers and pull, and he sighs against your mouth in drunken relief.

And when he pulls back a little, blue eyes slitted, entranced, looking chained and addicted - vaguely you think that no one has ever kissed quite like Jeremiah Fisher.

His hand is still on your throat like a necklace, the other holding your leg around his waist as his lips trace along your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You cup his face with trembling fingers and pull him back into your mouth, catching his soft bottom lip between your teeth in an amused bite.

He moans into your mouth. “Y/N…princess…I've wanted you for so long. God."

“J–Jere…” You whimper and unconsciously push your hips into him, rocking against his hard, defined abs.

"Yes dear? Are you well? Still okay?" he asks, needing to know if it was still okay for you, if you wanted to stop.

You nod quickly – God, everything's more than okay – and he grunts contentedly, pressing your hips down so you can feel…oh…hard and big, hidden inside his pants, rubbing just once against you - just so you feel what you're doing with him.

You both moan at the contact, his thick fingers curling a little more into your throat. "I need your words baby, I need you to say it's okay."

You shake your head nonstop, starting to feel distant. “Please,” you murmur. “Please, Jeremiah, just—” your voice starts to crack, starts to shake, and he silences you, kissing you before you can say his name again.

You lean against him, desperately tugging at his shirt as you become frustrated with his intense presence. You crave his skin, but all you can hold onto is the soft cotton that hides what you want.

Sensing your uneasiness, Jeremiah smiles into your lips and holds your other leg against his body, squeezing you into him as he leads you towards his bed.

You barely hit the soft mattress before he pounces on you, kissing your lips vigorously, devouring you inside and out. His big palms are flat against the mattress, perfectly framing your head where you're lying, but it's not enough.

Of course, it's not enough. You want his hands on your body, taking everything he can from you and giving you back until you're exhausted and panting.

You pull hard on the shirt that still frames his broad shoulders, dragging the fabric up and away from his skin. In a desperate sigh, you spill syllables onto his lips, and all you can do is hope he has some mercy.

“Jere,” you say again, breathless and close to tears, revealing your surge of pent-up need for him. "Take it off. Please."

And he does. Finally, impossibly, he does.

You watch with glittering eyes as he drops to his knees and pulls his shirt over his head, the warm light from his room spreading over his golden skin until he glows. A perfect package of defined abs muscles, broad chest and shoulders, strong arms with veins running the entire length, curly hair falling around his face, and of course, blue eyes a few shades darker with desire...he's a like a Greek god.

You watch him with desire, watch his shirt fall to the floor beside the bed, watch his deft hands reach out to you, fingers hooking under your own shirt that's too big for your body.

Same exchange, maybe. You lose your own shirt to his purposeful hands, leaving you with nothing more than the plain bra you usually wear and little shorts that expose too much skin. Jeremiah pushes the big body back to yours, intoxicatingly but patiently, and kisses the last breath of your lungs until you're writhing and clawing at his skin.

It's unimaginable when your skin finally presses against each other. Bare bodies and desperate desires, nothing is left but desire burning between your flesh. You moan and allow Jeremiah to have you however he wants, and he wants to trace his lips across your front in a smooth line of kisses, fluidly unclasping your bra and pushing it off your body like the thing is an offense to him.

"God, fuck, you don't know how long I've wanted this…" By the time he got the thing off your body, his lips were all over your neck and collarbones. Kissing and sucking your skin into his mouth, leaving his marks on you. Your fingers dug into his hair and pulled, the reward was a strangled moan you could feel against your skin. "Fucking long, baby."

And suddenly he was leaning down with his mouth on your breast as his hand came up to caress the other.

Another sound, something between a moan and a gasp, escaped your mouth as he licked your nipple with his hot tongue. You tried to cover your mouth with your hand, but he pulled it away and placed it on his shoulders once more.

“I want to hear you, princess.” he whispered into your damp skin, looking up at you from where his face was buried in your breast and gently biting your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. "You're so fucking perfect, Y/N," he whispered, his voice husky with desire as he teased one of your nipples with his tongue. While the hand that wasn't occupied with your breast found its way between your legs, pushing your shorts off your body with a few tugs.

"Ah, fuck…" He sighed into your nipple, tingling your skin, feeling how wet your panties were as he probed you with two fingers, circling your clit over the fragile tissue tentatively once. You let out your most embarrassing sound yet: a high-pitched moan, whimper, something like that. You'd be mortified if you had the mental capacity for it.

But Jeremiah only grew up listening you.

"Do you like it, baby?" he asks in his husky voice, kissing your belly and reaching down.

"Yes, Jere, please...I want this so badly..."

His big blue eyes blinked at you from under the heavy curtain of lashes, staring at you so intently you thought you would come at that moment.

Swallowing hard, you took a deep breath as you watched him push the soaked fabric of your panties to the side, still not taking his eyes off you. And slowly, as if he were mocking you, his lips finally descended.

You threw your head back with a silent cry at the feel of his mouth on you, and then he was there, his tongue parting your wet lips and plunging inside you. His teeth grazed your swollen clit in a single pulse of pleasure that had you squirming involuntarily, making room only for him to get his hands under you and grab your ass, pulling you closer to him. The position allowed him the freedom to tongue fuck you, moan against your folds, and the vibrations combined with the lewd feel of him inside you like that…you had already reached the point of no return.

"Damn, you taste even better than I thought baby…" He mumbles drunkenly before returning to tease your clit with his lips, his tongue running fervently over the nub. His hands moved beneath you once more, resting your legs on his shoulder. Jeremiah looked down at your glossy folds, almost shaking with excitement. "You look yummy enough to eat, kitten," he said with a wild laugh. His lips found your clit once more.

You screamed, your fingers pulling at his hair. "Jere!"

You cried his name.

He growled into your folds at the needy sound of your voice.

Within moments, you felt yourself getting more and more tense. He moaned, sucking the sensitive flesh once more and you screamed. That small action was all it took to push you over the edge. Every muscle in your body snapped and you cried his name with passion. And he continued his cares, long after your body had stopped shaking.

Impatience quickly replaces momentary lethargy and you find yourself gently pulling his head away from you, still flushed and panting. "Jere, please, for God's sake..."

You don't even know what you're begging for anymore. All you know is what you want. You want his touch, this newfound pleasure. You want it all.

He licks his lips and stands quickly, pulling his pants and underwear off his body as he lets you look at every inch of his exposed body.

His cock is the most spectacular thing you've ever seen and you try to hide your shock; he's the perfect balance of long and thick, more than enough to let you know your pussy will be full, struggling to accommodate him.

Maybe he'll leave you with a memory, a delicious pain. Something to remember that night.

You desperately want to remember that. And you want him to remember you too - like this; hot, sweaty and needing him.

He crawls across the bed until he's on top of you once more, all golden skin and defined muscles, sun-kissed hair and cock leaking precum.

You don't think you've ever seen anything as beautiful as Jeremiah.

Your mouth waters, your eyes reveal your thoughts as you stare at him. The glow in that pretty face makes you hesitantly, shyly reach out and curl your fingers around him.

"You are so beautiful." You murmur against his lips, his mouth opening with a snort and his pool blue eyes fluttering at the feel of your soft skin caressing his warm length. He's heavy and wet between your fingers and you can feel the veins pulsing along his length with each slow stroke of your palm.

"Ah princess, that's it…" he moans before white teeth hold his lower lip hostage as he looks at you from under dark lashes and heavy lids. The question hangs there, needy and urgent. You nod, fingers of your other hand encircling the back of his neck in a confident grip, legs spread wide as he aligns himself with your pussy with one hand and supports his weight on the bed with his forearm next to your face.

“Tell me what you want, my love, and I'll give it to you.” His cock jumped and you felt yourself shiver in anticipation as his head slid up and down your core. The swollen tip is shiny and wet on you and you can feel your pussy trying to pull him in with the shallow thrust when he finally presses against your entrance. He does this a few times and you whimper in frustration. He just smiles one of his wide, bright smiles, except this time there's something almost desperate there too. You wrap your legs around him and take a deep breath as his cock pushes into you, just the tip remaining immobile as he stares at you blushing back at him. He combs your hair back and places a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I'm going to ruin our friendship baby…” he breathes and your heart almost sinks before he pulls away and slides inside you again. "You understand?"

He begins to sink into you in an almost affectionate rhythm, allowing you to become familiar with his length. You grab his arms and squeeze them tight each time he pushes himself an inch deeper into you, sighing and rolling your hips with him, grunting as he slowly advances on you.

You blush even more when he chuckles evilly at your reaction. But you can't stop. You're ready to cry, hypersensitive and aroused by the last orgasm, desperately needing another.

His cock moves inside you some more, your pussy straining to pull him in. You shudder, the sensation delicious and torrid and aching all at the same time.

Your eyes close when he's buried to the end.

“Fucking perfect,” he exhales, squinting his eyes and breathing through his mouth. "You were made for me, princess."

He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in for another hungry kiss and when he hits you, you whimper, biting his bottom lip. He growls and runs his nails along the skin of your neck until he grab the strands of your hair, eliciting a loud, pent-up moan from the back of your throat.

"Please..." You start and don't finish, rolling your eyes with each thrust.

"Please what? Use your words, kitten." He's being cruel. He knows how desperate you are, how much you want him. He is trying to exert control over you.

But you don't like it? A voice from the dark depths of your mind mocks.

Yes, you do.

"I want you to fuck me, Jere," you gasped, your eyes heavy with desire. "Take me...make me yours. Please..."

"Good girl." he mutters, sending a shiver down your spine. He runs his thumb over your breast until the nipple forms a hardened peak. "So good for me baby."

You can barely breathe, you feel so full. Your nails dug into his back and you both hiss at the sensation. He thrusts into you hard, his hips rocking back and forth inside you. All you can hear is the sound of your meowing and skin hitting skin.

His hands grip your hips so hard you're sure you're going to hurt tomorrow. You beg, a strangled cry breaking from your lips as the pressure you feel builds.

And so he's turning you two; a quick, fluid movement, without leaving your body, until you're sitting on top of him as he's sprawled across the bed. You're panting and flushed, embarrassed that you're the one setting the pace now, but your desire is too high for you to remain quiet for long.

You bite your bottom lip and nod, indicating that you like this. Jeremiah smiles softly and cups your hips, pushing you back once, then pulling you forward. He groans and clenches his jaw as you circle your hips to tease his hard cock.

You feel his hands caressing your ass, squeezing, pulling and pushing you onto his cock.

"Damn, you look so good like that." he breathed, his husky voice reverent, dreamy, needy… "I can't wait to see you mess all over my cock."

Suddenly, he seems to lose his temper, pulling you up and down the base of his throbbing cock with force, making you gasp in surprise. Despite that, you feel a sly smile stretch your own lips, the satisfaction of good sex coursing through your body becomes addictive. Not that you'd have much of a basis for comparison, having only done it once - fast, clumsy and unsatisfying.

God, nothing like this experience with Jeremiah. He should have been your first, you are absolutely sure.

You rest your hands on his sweat-damp chest, forcing yourself to move your hips up and down faster. You moan, looking up at him as you tease your clit into his pelvis.

Jeremiah plants his feet on the bed and slides his hands behind you to cup your ass cheeks, opening you and lifting his hips to slam you deeper. You gasp and dig your nails into the skin of his chest, eliciting a hoarse moan from the man.

He looks at you, all clenched jaw, furrowed brows and hazy blue eyes boring straight into you. A moment passes, then another, the feeling of something big coming closer and closer.

“I could barely handle it..." he admits hastily, taking one of his hands from your ass to spread it across your belly, squeezing and massaging your flesh. “The idea of someone else's fucking hands on you, princess. Of those little guys touching what's mine…” Jeremiah lets out a shuddering breath as his hand continues up your side, thumb gently brushing the underside of your breast, causing liquid heat to pool in your core.

You whimper as he cups your breasts and pinches your nipple, moaning at the feel of his fingers sending electricity to your swollen clit, making you roll your hips harder against him.

Your toes curl and your thighs flex as you approach the edge. You lean down to capture his lips with yours, skimming your tongue along his before sucking mint and sunshine on your tongue. He moans into your mouth as you let your tongue run past his teeth and along his bottom lip.

His grip on your ass is almost painful, making you move faster. Jeremiah licks his lips and watches you as he uses the heels of his feet to thrust faster and faster into you.

"That's it love, let go for me, I want to feel you come all over my cock."

You part your lips and scream as you crush your pussy against his pelvis and come hard with your rolling hips. Pleasure rushes over you like waves as you tighten around him. Jeremiah gasps and watches your slow, hazy descent. He grabs your hips and throws you onto your back once more.

You squeal as he stands between your thighs, looking up at you with a dangerous smile before slamming into you and making you scream a loud moan. There's no patience or time for you to recover, he fucks you up during your overstimulation.

"Come on, princess, you can handle it…" You moan in response to his wild words, and grip the sheets beside you as he slides his forearms under your knees to push your legs against your chest.

You struggle to look down when you see that his gaze is fixed between your legs, nearly drooling as his watch his own cock enter your wet pussy with each hard thrust. His lips part and his messy golden hair falls in front of his electric blue gaze. He licks his lips and groans as he pumps into you harder, pushing you back against the bed.

The sight makes your pussy clench with a fresh wave of need.

You lift your hips and bend slightly as he tilts his hips, hitting your G-spot and making your toes curl. You flex your thighs and grab the pillow to scream in ecstasy as you suddenly collapse around him once more. Surprise etched across your flushed, sweaty face as you widen your eyes. Jeremiah laughs, but he's barely holding it together now, as broken as you are.

Each thrust sends the bed creaking and hitting the wall, the sound drowned out only by the loud music and shouting from the lower level of the house.

He smiles, breathless and close to the edge.

“Come for me, Jere, please...” you murmured to him, exhausted and shaky. You want to tell him to cum inside you, you're on birth control and you trust Jeremiah above anyone else. Do you really want. But all you can do is stare at him through narrowed, watery eyes, silently begging him to finish inside you.

He seems to understand you, like he always does.

He moans and pushes your legs even closer towards your chest, focusing on his own growing climax. He quickens his hips and his knees widen into the bed as he approaches. Moans escape his lips as his thrusts become erratic.

“Fuck, fuck, I've wanted this for so long,” he moans loudly, desperately. "Fill that sweet pussy. Fuck, take it all baby..."

His nails dug into yours legs as he slammed harder, his hip bones colliding with the backs of your thighs. His throbbing cock inside you soggy, wet pussy was music to his ears, pushing him over the edge.

“Fuck,” he groans and licks his lips before parting them in ecstasy, lost in the way his cock was fucking your tight pussy.

And then you hear his breath hitch. You can feel his cock swelling inside you, stretching your pussy and making you feel fuller. Jeremiah curses under his ragged breath, speeding it up until he lets out a loud groan. "I'm cumming, fuck, fuck..."

If you had any energy left, you would have cum from just the needy sound of his voice, but your body is limp and exhausted after three intense orgasms. So you just watch it carefully; the way his bushy brows are drawn together in the most beautiful agony, his golden brown curls sticking to his forehead, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his golden skin glistening with sweat, his defined muscles flexing and relaxing...

He's perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Jeremiah pulls off of you and collapses noisily beside you, breathing hard and you slowly stretch your legs out, feeling like you might get a cramp at any moment. He lifts himself up on one elbow as your legs spread slowly in exhaustion along the sheets.

He grabs some kleenex from the desk next to the bed and goes back to wipe it between your legs. "Are you well?"

"Mmhmm...yeah, but I don't think I can get up." You said softly and laughed, putting an arm over your eyes.

"Don't worry about it baby, we don't have to leave now. We can stay here all night actually." He said and you can hear the smile in his voice, the satisfaction and happiness.

For some reason that made you more embarrassed than anything that had happened just a few minutes ago. The fact that he was obviously pleased awakened a kind of self-awareness in you that wasn't present before.

God, what did that mean to him? Was it something induced by the heat of the moment? A unique thing that you would keep only in your memory?

You didn't dare remove your arm from your face, too embarrassed to really look at him right now.

He had no idea. Inside, your heart was doing somersaults and you almost thought about crying with sheer relief and happiness at having fulfilled one of your greatest desires in life.

Here, in the low lighting of his bedroom, you couldn't pretend that you probably weren't head over heels in love with your best friend.

You could never again pretend you weren't in love with Jeremiah Fisher.

But your daydreams were interrupted when he moved beside you, and soon he was sliding under the covers with you, wrapping himself around you like a cocoon, like something safe and warm and fluffy - not the sexy man who just eat you and touched you and made you come three times in a row.

“I really like you, princess,” he whispered, his voice cracking in the process, right in your ear. You heard him smile as he gently pulled your arm away from your face, forcing you to look at him.

You swallow and try not to vent the insecurity you're feeling.

"I meant everything I said, you know." He continues, his eyes clear and shining like the sky, even in the dim lighting of the room. "You are mine. Always have been."

You let one of your hands rest on his chest, feeling his heart race under your fingertips. God, you want to agree. You want to give yourself to him more than anything...

He's right, you were always his.

But there is one thing that still troubles you.

“What if I want you to be mine too?”

He lets out a chuckle, bringing his head forward to rest in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. “That's easy, love. I've been yours longer than I care to admit. And now I've had you this way, I'm not at all willing to let you go."

You sigh and smile, your eyes becoming blurred with tears once more. When Jeremiah pulls away, he laughs at the satisfied expression on your face, placing a sweet, slow kiss on your swollen lips.

His tone was teasing and affectionate as he said, “What are best friends for anyway?”

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[bonesandchalamet]

summer is with you - j.fisher

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

masterlist

pairings: Jeremiah fisher x reader

warnings: fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

“boring, per usual.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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the way that jeremiah fisher would groan into your neck when he’s close, his hands gripping onto your abdomen while his dick slowly pumped into you. his head thrown back, adams apple bobbing in his throat as he groans and moans your name.

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here with me | j.fisher

a/n: first post!! a mini tsitp angtsy fic just because:) i hope you all have an amazing and beautiful day<3

warnings: cheating, swearing, angst.

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“y/n, wait!” i can hear him exclaim behind me as i quickly walk adjacent to the fisher’s summer home and away from the pool.

my heart is thumping loud in my chest and there’s a slight ringing in my ears as i sniffle, trying to prevent the threatening tears from falling. i tuck the hanging pieces of hair behind my ears as i silently beg for my legs to move faster, rushing to the empty streets of cousins.

unfortunately, the golden curled boy was much taller therefore quicker than i was despite him being in his pool for a night swim… with her. i struggle to take a deep breath as his footsteps approach from behind.

“please, baby” jeremiah pleads, attempting to grab my wrist, “it’s not what it looks like, i promise.”

i stop in my tracks, my wrist in his larger hand. once he realizes that i’m no longer going to try to run from him, his grip on me slowly softens. at this point, the two of us are in the middle of the road. only sounds of crickets filling the air and the shimmering summer stars up above keeping us company.

i don’t even dare to look him in the eyes, his beautiful sky blue eyes that i adore. i know the second our eyes connect, that i will break. the cries that i have been trying to keep down will arise.

i look down at my beaten white converse, “then tell me what it was, jeremiah.

because to me, it was very clear that i just caught you hooking up with belly in the pool.” i spat out, my voice laced with betrayl, “it’s always been her… hasn’t it?”

i turn so our chests are facing one another, my gaze slowly crawling up from my shoes to his stunned expression. the tears are welling up in my eyes and i don’t even try to hide it anymore — he’s at a loss for words, his eyes dancing across my face as he searches for something to say

“i-” he stutters out. my head drops, slowly shaking in disbelief to myself,

“i always knew it. ever since we were seven, you’ve only had eyes for her but a part of me always hoped that you will notice me someday.” i say sadly, “all i ever wanted was for you, my best friend, to see me.”

his hand gently grazes my arm before settling onto my shoulder, “y/n, love… i do see you. you’re my girlfriend after all.”

i scoff in response, “right, so i’m your girlfriend but i’m not enough for you since you’re kissing belly.”

the moonlight shines brightly on his caramel curls, highlighting the lighter features of it that it got from being in the summer sun. every inch of my body wants to melt into his strong arms — but i know that if i allow myself to do that, that i’m giving a piece of my heart away to someone to clearly wants someone else.

how could i be so stupid? thinking that after eight years of jeremiah loving belly, that his feelings would suddenly change and love me instead. at the same time, it felt so real.

it was last summer, when the three of us were fifteen, was when he confessed to me on the beach. we had just finished a morning surf session, something only jeremiah and i would do together. he and i sat on the soft sands of the beach, completely alone as the entire world was just waking up. we watched the waves, my head on his shoulder like always when he put his hand on my cheek.

jeremiah told me that since our last summer at the beach house, he couldn’t stop thinking about me. and not just in the best friend sense. he said me that he wanted us to be together, that it was just right. how it was always meant to be us two in the end, how it was written in the stars.

it felt so… real.

we have been together since, tagged as the it couple of cousins. we surfed together, partied together, played volleyball together, essentially been attached to the hip. susannah, laurel, and rachelle (my mother) claimed they always saw it coming since we were babies. they say they always knew that their children will end up being together, or maybe that’s just what they dreamed about so that they will be sisters officially.

i snapped out of my trance of reminiscing our relationship, i look at him. my jeremiah. i could tell behind his eyes that he knew exactly what he had done, what was missing from his eyes was the sight of regret. something i had silently begged to see, because maybe, just maybe we will be able to recover from this.

“jere…” i sigh, his hand brushing small strands of hair out of my face so he can see me better. a tear slips from the corner of my eye, travelling down my cheek, “tell me that it’s hasn’t always been her.”

“y/n”

this was the make it or break it point. i pray that if he tells me that it genuinely meant nothing, then we would maybe be fine.

my lip quivers, “please just tell me that i’m the right one for you, that’s it’s just you and me until the end.”

his mouth opens slightly, but then closes.

shit.

i sharply inhale, trying to collect the racing thoughts in my head, “jeremiah, please… for us. just tell it meant absolutely nothing and that you don’t have feelings for her still.”

“y/n…”

“you owe this to me,” i cry, the tears falling faster than ever as i feel my heart starting to break, “just tell me you don’t see her like that anymore. i swear, if you just say that you only want me, i promise i’ll drop this all.

i will never mention this again. we can forget about this a- and we can go surfing tomorrow, we can take the jeep to get th- the muffins for everyone” i beg him, his thumb swipes the tears away from my cheek as his head drops, “just say you’re here with me.”

“you know i can’t say that” he whispers, almost as if he’s scared that someone else will hear him. or maybe because he knew that this was the ending point.

broken.

i step away from him. i stare at him, the boy i love more than anyone — but it’s not him. my legs feel like jello and my knees feel like they’re about to give out,

“i knew it.” i breath out, swallowing sharply, “god, i’m so fucking stupid.”

i can feel his eyes on me, but he says nothing. any ounce of our relationship that could possibly be saved if he could just say something to pick up the broken pieces.

but, nothing.

“i’m sorry, y/n.” jeremiah says sadly, “i never wanted to hurt you like this, sunshine.”

i roll my eyes as tears continue to roll, “you have no right to call me that. don’t even think about calling me when belly tells you that she doesn’t see you like that. you and i know goddamn well that she loves conrad. she only kissed you because he’s been brushing her off.”

with that, i turn away from my ex-lover and start walking away back to my own home. without even a glance back at where he stood alone on the empty streets, knowing that he had just lost the best girl he would ever have.

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all the things (and nothings) | jeremiah fisher

pairing: jeremiah fisher x reader (gender not specified)

warnings: pretty sure that for the very first time there are NONE!!!!!!

word count: 265

summary: reader is just very lucky to have someone like jeremiah in her life

a/n: please do not ask me where this came from. it was written in five minutes but i do like it. it's cute. plus i haven't posted in an actual eternity so i'm happy to have released something!! also there's a ton of (normal-length) stuff that i'm working on since my internship was going kinda slow so i'll be sure to release some more stuff this summer :) also really hope you're all doing blissfully well xxx

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I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head. —Nina LaCour

You were talking; you had been for hours. Neither of you were really sure what it was you were talking about, but it didn't matter. It never did with Jeremiah.

With him, every topic was treated as if it was of utmost importance. He would focus his entire attention on you, and stare you down with those big blue's of his. There was no "too ridiculous" or "who cares?" with him. Everything you said mattered, no matter how idiotic or miniscule.

He would remember every little detail of whatever it is you talked about last time, and make sure to incorporate it into your next discussion if it fit, showing you that he paid attention, always, and that he really, truly, cared.

You never had that before, not from your parents, or friends, or boyfriends. There was always something you said that didn't belong or wasn't of importance; you never minded. That's how it's always been, and you were okay with it. You've learned to live with it. Everyone somehow did, didn't they?

But you never actually realized how big of a deal it was. How amazing it was, to have found someone who wanted to hear about all the things that went on in your head, no matter what. It was special, and so was he, and you were lucky, so, so lucky. That you were aware of, would always be aware of.

You loved him, and he loved you, and if you were to talk about nothing for the rest of your lives—it was nice to know that that would never change.

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A Day to Forget

fisher brothers x fisher!reader TW: alludes to previous comments about weight and looks, current comments about appearance, uncomfortable presence of a father, laurel making an oopsies- Summary: Adam makes an unwanted appearance... a/n: I feel like Laurel would know that Adam and the reader have a bad relationship, so I changed it a tiny bit!

The Fourth of July had to have been one of your favorite holidays. The sun, the food, the laughter, card games, drinks, parties, you honestly could go on and on about how much you loved it. This year, you had gotten a new bathing suit your mother and brothers approved of  (not that you needed it, but it was nice to have) that you would be wearing along with some linen overalls. 

While your mother and Laurel were out with Belly to grab some things from the store, you, Conrad, and Jeremiah were left to set up the house. You were dancing around a little to your chosen music as you put out the napkins and paper plates, much to Jeremiah's disliking. There was a knock at the door and while you would have offered to get it, Jeremiah was quick to launch himself down the hall, as far away from your music choice as possible. 

It wasn’t hard to hear the disdain in his voice as he addressed whoever was at the door. This caused you and Conrad to exchange confused expressions before he went down the hall as well. You were sure they’d just shoo you away, but you made your way down as well. It wasn’t hard to catch sight of the brunette head of hair, the one thing that set you and your brothers  apart from your father.

“I just came to drop this off,” he gestures to the small box wrapped in firework patterned paper “I’m not trying to create any trouble boys.” He sounded surprised. Did he expect to be welcomed right away? You tried to peer over your brother’s shoulders and apparently had done so because your father cut off his next plea and pushed past the boys to see you. 

“Hey honey,” He looked you up and down, examining you from head to toe, you just knew he was going to make a comment about how you look. 

“That’s an interesting choice of  clothing.” Both of the boys make an exasperated clearing of the throat noise, Adam rolls his eyes and without even looking at them “I just mean, don’t you want to cover up a bit more? You are showing a lot of skin.”

“Dad, what are you doing?” Jeremia sounded more tired of this even than upset. 

“You can’t just say shit like that, dad. Especially not to your daughter of all people, sometimes I see why mom-

“Adam!” Laurel cuts off whatever Conrad was about to stay. Again you peer over someone's shoulder, they are all too tall for their own good. Crossing your arms in hopes to pull everything that is sticking out back in. 

“Laurel, finally someone reasonable.” He turns but puts his arm around your shoulders, something that wouldn’t set you off if it were anyone else. Your eyes start to water but you manage to hold it in not wanting to cause an even bigger scene. Conrad notices this and pushes Adams arm off before pulling you behind him. 

“Can’t you see that she’s uncomfortable?” Somehow he keeps his voice down, and for that you are thankful. “Just leave, it's obvious no one wants you here anyways.” 

“Yeah.” Jeremiah adds as he points to the open door, Laurel still watching from the porch. 

“Well then, I see I’m unwelcome…” he trails off before huffing and pushing the wrapped up box into your hands before stepping outside where both mothers are standing. As soon as Adam is in his car Laurel is quick to face you. 

“Darling, I am sorry. I told him to arrive later, when I knew you and the kids would be gone so you wouldn’t have to see him. But obviously he can’t listen to directions,” she sighed and rolled her eyes “I’m sorry we weren’t here.” 

“It’s fine, thank you Laurel.” You pull her into a hug and she holds you a moment longer, giving you a tight squeeze. 

“You alright, bug?” Conrad asks with concern still shining in his eyes after you pull away from the hug. 

“I’m alright. Thank you, Connie.” you smile before going to help the others grab the bags from the car.

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Sideline Support : Jeremiah Fisher x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She took a deep breath and nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi y/tm/n” Jere greeted kindly.

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

She turned back and smiled at Jeremiah.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n blushed and bit her lip bashfully.

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

Yn blushed madly as she fumbled for words.

——Time Skip——

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

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

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

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

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

The girls nodded with less dim eyes this time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—— Time Skip——

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

It was match point.

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

Their team had 23 and the away team had 24.

It was her serve.

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

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

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

Three points and they’d win.

She could do three serves.

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

But the pressure was high.

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

It was not only that they were their rivals.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She had to.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But she knew Jere would be quiet for her.

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

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

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

But both played football outside of summer, not volleyball.

That was y/N’s sport.

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

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

Sure, that sounds weird.

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

She was truly grateful for that skill tonight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

However, it wasn’t needed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was one more point to go.

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

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

Sure enough, she was right in her expectation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

——

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—— Time Skip ——

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shrugged, “everyone has an off day”.

She nodded softly and gave him a thankful grin.

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

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

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

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

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

Jeremiah’s eyebrows shot upwards and he smirked again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She grinned, flattered, as he smirked at her.

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

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

“Nah, just my collection” he promised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—— Time Skip——

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

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

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

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

That’s precisely what had him worried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What would you even do?” Con teased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jere!” She giggled as she coughed her breath

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She sighed and turned back to game.

“Okay..” she whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry Jere,” she mumbled.

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

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

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

“We,…I, lost” y/n reminded him.

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

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

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

“Are you sure?” She whispered wearily.

“Extremely” Jeremiah declared.

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

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

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When the session begins (Reader x Jeremiah Valeska)

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The click of your pen started the session. You lowered your clipboard. – “Mister Valeska.” – you began watching the criminal sit across from you. He was leaning back in his chair. Removing himself from the chair, he leaned forwards, hands folded on the table. – “Jeremiah.” – he said insisting on being addressed as. – “Of course.” – you muttered, crossing your legs. Jeremiah tilted his head to observe your posture. His gaze dropping down. – “How…” – you started ready to say your first question when he interrupted you. 

“Doctor, so formal.” – he said. – “I rather use your name.” – a smile curled up, watching your reaction. It took you by surprise for a second. Smirking, he waited for your response. You set your clipboard on your leg, leaning up against the table. – “If that is what you prefer?” – you answered formal. Jeremiah chuckled, batting his gaze down. – “Good, Y/n.” – he spoke slow, making you wonder what went through his mind. What purpose of using your name would mean for him. 

“May I?” – you asked wanting to start your session. You weren’t here for chitchatting, but to evaluate Jeremiah. He broke his hands apart, leaning back in his chair. An open gesture. – “How are you feeling today?” – you asked seeing him look bored away. – “Jeremiah.” – you addressed when he didn’t respond. He kept looking away, letting his gaze go to the wall. You sighed soft. – “We’ll be here a long time if you don’t answer my questions.”

Suddenly you saw him smirk. His posture leaning forwards, resting his chin on his knuckles. – “How was your day Y/n?” – he asked curious. You chuckled politely. – “Jeremiah, we are here for you, not for me.” – you answered with a stern stare. Him smiling cheeky at you, rocking his shoulders a bit. There was no getting anywhere with him. Clicking your pen, you ended the session. Jeremiah stared confused and panicky at you when you pushed your chair back. Getting up. 

“I’ll see you for the next session then.” – you spoke, turning your posture away from him. It was time to show him who the boss was. – “Wait!” – Jeremiah called out, slamming his fists against the metallic table. You paused, hand hovering on the doorknob. Turning back around, you waited for him to crawl. Beg for you to stay, if not you would just leave. There was no way you were letting a criminal like him mess with your head. – “Yes?” – you asked with a scowl. Jeremiah grunted, hating he had to beg and play along with this ridiculous charade just to be away from those lunatics in Arkham.

“Good.” – he mumbled barely hearable for you. – “I’m sorry what was that?” – you tilted your head a bit to the side. Staring intrigued at him. – “I’m good.” – he repeated louder with clear annoyance. You couldn’t hide your little smile of victory. – “Shall we continue?” – you asked to be clear. Jeremiah gestured at your chair for you to sit. So you did, clicking your pen once more. – “So Jeremiah…” – looking down at your papers clipped on your clipboard. – “Any recent violent thoughts?”

His reaction made it clear he thought this was pointless. – “Let me guess, you’ll show me some pictures later and ask what my first thought is?” – he widened his eyes with delight. – “If that is what you prefer.” – you replied, not giving him much attention. His jaw tensed watching you scribble down on your papers, barely looking up to him. Something inside of him snapped, grabbing the side of the table. He jumped up, pushing it aside with all his might. A deep grunt escaping his mouth as the table crashed against the wall. 

Startled, you stared shocked at him. Behind you went an alarm off. Two guards bursting in the room. They grabbed Jeremiah to maintain him. You watched as Jeremiah swayed his arms to get free. A loud laughter filling the room. Just what he wanted. You paying attention to him. – “Don’t be scared Y/n!” – he chuckled out as the guards dragged him away. Around you to where the door was to lock him back up. – “They can’t contain me!” – his laughter dying out in the hallway. Blinking rapidly, you needed a moment to process what just happened.

~~~

You already sat down when they brought Jeremiah in. This time hands cuffed. They sat him down roughly as he could only smile at you. He noticed you staring at his cuffs, showing them to you. – “How’s my accessory?” – he asked curious. – “Suits you.” – you responded hoping you wouldn’t struck a nerve. Instead Jeremiah smiled wider. – “So Jeremiah. Shall we try this again?” – you clicked your pen, crossing your leg. 

Jeremiah leaned back in his chair, giving you the stage. – “How are you feeling?” – you asked standardly. Jeremiah took a deep breath, eyes fixated on you. – “Tell me how I feel Y/n.” – he responded. – “Just answer the question.” – you sighed out, not wanting a wasted session like last time. Jeremiah wanted to cross his arms, but with his hands cuffed together it was unpractical. – “Debatable.” – he answered as you scribbled his response down. – “Shall we discuss your last outburst?” – you suggested, looking up from your papers at him. 

“What? No standard questions? Y/n, you make my heart bleed.” – he acted out dramatically. Adding such flair, you knew the taunt behind it. One firm scowl of yours silenced him. – “Can you tell me what made you cause to overreact like that?” – you asked on a professional tone. – “You.” – he answered, catching you off guard. – “I…I’m sorry?” – you questioned, pen hovering over your papers. – “Can you be more specific?”

Jeremiah smiled, clapping his hands as best together as he could. – “What a performance!” – he blurted out cheery. Furrowing your brows, you were lost on him. – “You played your part very well.” – he said, checking you out. Jeremiah got up, pressing his hands on the table. You swallowed, moving your clipboard upwards, sinking down your seat. Jeremiah leaning over the table, drawing in closer. Him coming closer made your head move back, the clipboard up till your nose. 

“Look at me.” – he spoke, keeping his gaze fixated on you. His hands coming loose from the table. Touching the top of your clipboard, pushing it slowly down to reveal more of your face. A blush on your face, made him curl up a smile. – “Aren’t you ravishing.” – he commented, almost undressing you with his eyes. Parting your lips, you sucked in a deep breath, leaning self-consciously forwards. Jeremiah teased you a bit more, allowing his lips close to yours. Feeling his thumb on your chin made you gasp silently. 

“So needy.” – he whispered, smirking. He drew himself back as you stumbled back in your chair as if you were about to pass out. He sat back down chuckling. You needing a moment to recover yourself from such an intense moment. – “You should’ve paid attention to me Y/n.” – he casually answered, having turned his chair so that he’d face the wall. Leg in a triangle resting on his knee. – “I’m a star, I need a crowd to please, but when you go and ignore me… well.” – he opened his hands dramatically. – “I break things.”

You took notes, your hand moving rapidly over the paper as it wasn’t your best handwriting. – “Next question!” – he ordered, tapping with his finger on the table. – “Right… uhm… any violent thoughts?” – you asked making it known to yourself, you looked at him. Jeremiah let his head fall back, thinking with a loud breath. – “These lunatics makes me want to murder people every day.” – he answered honestly. He was staring at the ceiling not even paying you attention. Knowing very well, you were giving him all your attention. 

Just what he wanted. All eyes on him in the center of the ring. – “I’m a performer Y/n. I need attention, you know that right?”- he looked briefly at you seeing you nod. – “How do you cope being here at Arkham?” – you asked. – “Bored!” – Jeremiah answered loudly. You kept asking questions which he responded obedient. Perhaps stalling a bit to keep you longer around. After almost two hours was there a knock on the door. A head popped in, as you nodded. Clicking your pen, you uncrossed your legs. – “Our time is up here Jeremiah.” – you told him, getting up. Jeremiah got up as well in shock. – “But… but I have so much more to say.” – he called out.

“That will be for a next session then.” – you responded making way to the door. Jeremiah rushed around the table to you, grabbing a hold of you. – “I’ve been very bad Y/n! I’ll kill someone in this asylum!” – he called out in a desperate attempt. Two guards entered, pulling him off you. Jeremiah struggling to break himself free from their grip. – “You can’t leave yet! Y/n! I’ll kill someone! Y/n!” – he yelled out as you left through the door. – “Y/n!!!!!!” – your name screamed behind you, toying with your heart.

~~~

You entered the room you were so familiar with for the past few months. Regularly scheduled to evaluate Jeremiah’s state of mind. Jeremiah already sat down. He stared bitter in front of him. Two guards behind him. His hands cuffed to the table. It caught you off guard for a second before you took a seat. Jeremiah leaned closer, catching one of the guards step forwards. He sighed agitated, pulling back. 

The guard taking a step back. You swallowed nervously watching the guards. You were about to speak when Jeremiah took word. – “I’m annoyed. Yes of course I had violent thoughts as these halfwits test my itch to kill them. I am going insane staying here with these lunatics!” – he spoke. – “Each and one of them dumber then the other. I don’t belong here, a brilliant mind as myself should be treated as a king!” – he made clear, leaning back to mock the guards. 

“I’ll murder this entire facility if this endures!” – he slammed his fists violently against the table. The guards stepping forwards as you held them off with a simple gesture. Jeremiah took a deep breath. Leaning a bit closer. – “You… you are the only one keeping me sane.” – he whispered. He looked pitiful at you, showing you his cuffed hands. – “I won’t hurt you; you know that…”

You took a deep breath, looking up to the guards. – “You can leave.” – you ordered. One of them stepped closer. – “We have orders not too, Valeska is a dangerous criminal.” – he pointed out as Jeremiah grinned. – “I am well aware of him, but I can’t do my session with you present.” – you stared firmly over to them. – “My client is entitled to a confidential relationship. One only between a doctor and her patient. You are invading his privacy by being present. It’s against the law.” – you continued, barely giving the smiling Jeremiah a glance. 

“But…” – the guard muttered. – “Isn’t my client cuffed? I think it guarantees he won’t be of any harm to me.” – you pressed on. – “I won’t ask again, privacy for my client if you please!” – The guards looked at each other, swallowing nervously. With one nod, they had decided on the matter. They walked around the table over to your side. – “If he tries anything.” – one of them offered you a small can of pepper spray. 

You accepted it. Jeremiah rolling his eyes. You waited for them to leave, setting the pepper spray at the edge of your side. You scraped your chair back over the floor making Jeremiah frown. Walking around the table, you came sitting down on the edge of the table over on his side. Jeremiah grinning, staring hungry at you. – “I believe I answered all of your questions.” – he said. You smiled. – “So is this session over then?”

Jeremiah got up, letting his hand slide up your thigh as far as he was aloud with the cuffs. – “Far from.” – he grunted staring up at you. His touch made you shudder. Heart thumping louder in your chest. – “Which questions do you have for me doctor?” – he teased, bringing his lips closer to you. Practically overcooking, you were hot as lava. – “Well…” – you said, staring down at his lips. 

Those colorful lips that practically begged to be touched. To be cherished by your lips. – “I’ll answer honestly.” – he replied curling up a smile. Taking him by the neck, you pushed his lips on yours. Jeremiah’s eyes widening for a moment. You heard his cuffs jingle, bothered that his hands were trapped down. Him kissing you back till it made you realize what you were doing. Pushing him off you, your lips removed themselves from you. 

You immediately jumped off the table, backing away. Jeremiah traced his finger over his lips with a smile. Watching him enjoy himself so much made you shake your head. No, you did not just kiss him. There was no way, you just did. Swirling in a pit of denial, you ran out of the session. – “Y/n?” – Jeremiah called out, wanting to go after you, forgetting he was cuffed to the table. Grunting frustrated, he slammed his fist against the table.

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Jeremiah got up with a sigh, already presenting his hands to the guards. He frowned when they just walked past his cell. – “Hey!” – Jeremiah shouted, gripping onto the bars. – “I’m talking to you! You need to come and get me!” – the guards paused, turning slowly back. – “And why would we do that?” – one of them asked chuckling. Jeremiah furrowed his brows. – “Because I have a session with my therapist Y/n!” – he answered bothered. The guards laughed loud. – “There is no session with your therapist.” – the other one told him. 

“What?” – Jeremiah stumbled stunned back. Unable to grasp you weren’t here today. His anger took over, grabbing onto the bars once more. – “I always have my sessions with her at this hour! She’s here!” – he made clear. The first one laughed even louder. – “She’s not.” – he told him. – “Maybe she figured you were a lost cause, just like everyone else.” – the other one laughed. Jeremiah clenched his jaw as the guards started their rounds again. – “I’ll kill you!” – he shouted at them. – “Your lying!” – his voice rasping from screaming so loud. 

His body shaking trying to break himself out. There was absolutely no way you’d cancel a session. You just wouldn’t. Everyday for the past three days now, had Jeremiah’s hopes been shattered. No sessions as you never showed up. No escapism for him out of this dreadful place. A rage boiling inside of him, increasing by the minute it exploded inside of him. Doing anything in his power to escape Arkham Asylum. He needed answers and he needed them now.

You switched the light off in your kitchen, making way into the living area. Gasping loud at the sudden figure in your apartment. Jeremiah taking casual his hat off. – “You’ve been neglecting your sessions Y/n.” – he stated. – “You’re in my apartment.” – you blurted out as a response. Shocked that he even broke out of Arkham. Jeremiah chuckled, looking down at the hat in his hands. – “It is unlike you to miss our sessions. 

Surely you wouldn’t think our kiss would have something to do with it.” – he spoke, batting his gaze up to you. Your eyes widened, staring in shock at him. – “We… we didn’t kiss.” – you told him, still in denial. Jeremiah tsked his tongue, approaching. – “I might be mad, but not delusional Y/n.” – he came to a stop inches away from you. With a brisk push of his finger, tilted he your head back by your chin. 

“You and I both know how very much real that kiss was.” – you swallowed at how luring his eyes stared down at yours. – “So don’t go lying to me again.” – he whispered bringing his head closer to yours. He smiled, suddenly turning around. You stumbled back as you did once before when he first had you in his clutches. Effected by his charm on you. – “I thought we were making progress with our sessions Y/n. Last one was my favorite.” – he smirked over his shoulder to you.

“You surely aren’t done with me yet, are you? Certainly not after that kiss.” – he spun back around, approaching sturdy making you back away against the wall. Jeremiah pressing his arm above your head on the wall. – “For I am sure not done with you.” – he spoke, letting his finger slide up your jaw. – “So tell me doctor.” – he stared down at your lips, licking his seductively. – “Why’d you neglect me after our kiss?” – your senses were overreacting. 

Heart beating faster. Pulsating in your neck. Palms getting sweaty as lust was begging to take over the wheel. He tilted your head back, his hand against your jaw. – “I…I…I…” – you stuttered, barely getting any words out. – “Yes.” – Jeremiah said patiently waiting. – “Kiss me.” – you begged seeing him smile wider. – “With pleasure doll.” – he breathed out before bringing his lips closer. You were getting on the tips of your toes, needy for his lips. 

Jeremiah chuckled pulling a bit away, watching you yearn desperately for him. – “Only if you continue our sessions?” – he asked. You nodded vigorously, grabbing him by the shoulder to need those lips on yours now. Finally he allowed you the taste of his lips, kissing them forcefully. A therapist having fallen for her patient. There was something about Jeremiah that made you loose control. Control like you have never let loose before.

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[jellyfish-er]

That Summer: Chapter 3

y/n POV

Jeremiah and I pulled into the driveway with a screeching stop. We had narrowly escaped the cops and drove home like rabbits on crack. We sat in silence while staring at the headlights. We were still processing the hell that had happened in the last fifteen minutes. We silently crept through the back sliding door and checked to see if there everyone was asleep. As per usual the moms were passed out on the couch with an old fashioned chick flick playing on the TV. Jeremiah instructed me to go to his room while he shut down the house. I did as he said and crawled my way up the stairs until I felt my way around the dark in knowing what room was his. I have been sitting on his bed for about 10 minutes waiting to hear the doorknob turn. When it finally did I saw Jeremiah slowly creep through his door trying to not make any noise. He did so successfully and was able to sneak on to his bed next to me. “So are we gonna talk about this situation or are we gonna be like Belly and Conrad and have an awkward situationship for like a year.” I let out a laugh and lean in his direction. “ What Belly and Conrad have is so complex I can imagine how she feels. What we have is as simple as it gets. I love you.” My mind goes blank as I realize what I just said. I look down red in the face and cover my mouth. I can hear Jeremiah let out a minuscule giggle before he takes my chin with his hand. I look him in the eyes. He has the most goofy and happy grin on his face. His eyes are lit up like a child’s. I see the ever present blush on his face as he opens up his mouth to say something. “Y/n do you really mean that because if you do that makes me the happiest man to ever walk this earth.” I smiled with joy and looked down. This time when he brought my face up he looked at me for a few seconds before leaning in to kiss me. This was my life. I had kissed Jeremiah Fisher 2 times in the span of 24 hours.

We sat like that for a while, sloppily and passionately making out. When I decided to be bold . It was a split decision. I pushed Jeremiah onto his back so I was straddling him. His hands started to roam up and down the sides on my body. Before ending up laying firmly and the skin right on my hip bones. I moved from his lips to the skin next to his lips. I slowly started to make my way down his neck. I left small bruises along his body and before I knew it he had stripped off his tank top. Before we knew it I had reached the lowest part of his chest. I perked up when he made me flip into my back so he was on top of me. He started to leave hickeys down the side of my neck when he wanted to take off my shirt. “Y/n look at me.” I heard him say quiet and soft. And I did, I looked him in the eyes long and hard. “Do you want to take your shirt off? I won’t make you if you don’t.” He brought a hand to my cheek. “It’s not that I don’t want to Jeremiah, it’s just that I’m not like all of those other girls you’ve hooked up with. I’m not a walking chopstick, I have scars, stretch marks and rolls.” Jeremiah looked at me as if he might cry. He grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me softly. “You’re so perfect y/n. That’s why I love you. I’ve hooked up with a lot of sluts in my time but I have never loved any of them like I love you. I love every mark and every scar. Those “rolls” are just who you are. “ he pulls me into a hug so hard he might cut off my oxygen supply. We sit there like that for what seems like hours. He kisses the top of my head multiple times. He lets me wear on of his sweatshirts and wraps us in a blanket. As we watch the sun rise he finally blurts out “By the way, it’s really hot when you say my full name.” I laugh. “Oh yeah Jeremiah Fished.” He kisses my forehead. “I’m so turned on.” I shove him so he falls off the bed. What a morning for the books.

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[alexendria-rose]

Say it to my face~ Jeremiah X Reader

A/N- I had this great idea when listening to this song so I decided to do it lol hope you like it!

Plot- Jeremiah Fisher and Y/N have been the bestest friends since honestly their whole life. She’s been best friend with the whole crew Belly, Jeremiah, Steven and of course Conrad. They’ve all grown up together. But something was always there between Jeremiah and Y/n the flirting, and the teasing of course that was always Jeremiah fisher but something about his flirting towards you was different… why won’t he just say it to your face you know of his reputation but you couldn’t help but fall.

Tell me, what's the situation?

I've been rackin' on my brain

Just want some answers if I ask you

But I know you'll never say it to my face

Say it to my face

You knew being attracted to Jeremiah fisher was like floating but never coming down but you just couldn’t help but float. What was this situation between you two it’s been racking your brain every since you’ve come to the summer house to spend the summer with the fishers. You wish you could just go up to his his face and ask him what he felt, why he treated you differently then he did to Belly. You were like sister to him right? Wish he just say it to your face. You sigh looking at yourself at the mirror trying to muster up the courage to put on a happy face it was for belly. Her birthday was tonight and you had to put a happy smile for her. She was the closest thing to a sister and you didn’t want to bother her with all the thoughts in your head. You flatten your dress putting on the flower crown Susannah made for Belly birthday dinner. You walk down the stairs with a big grin on your face. “BELLY BUTTON IS NO LONGER A BABY!” You shout running up to her engulfing her into a big hug. She laughs shaking her head. Taylor also giggling besides her. “TAYLOR” You whip your head at the cute little blonde in front of you.

“Hey N/N!” She shouts opening her arms wide for you. “How’s the life babe” she smiles as you’re hugging her back.

“Oh you know… confusing?” You question unsure on how to respond. She rolls her eyes shaking her head mouthing a certain name so no one else around could her. You shrug slightly with a lopsided smile “you know it” you you mouth back. She rolls her eyes grabbing you and belly’s arms.

“Come onnnn let’s enjoy your birthday dinner babes!” She explains leading both of you to the kitchen to see everyone else with their flower crowns. You look over to Jeremiah and everything slows down in your mind atleast. He was was literally an angel in front of your eyes and you couldn’t get him off of your mind. All you wanted was him. He looks at you grinning.

“Hello gorgeous girls.” He smirks slightly eyeing you up and down a bit before turning his gaze back on Stephen. Cam was even here his attention was just directly on Belly, he was such a sweetheart but only if he knew her heart was always going to be with Conrad just like yours will always be with Jeremiah. Susannah always told you and belly that you were destined for one of her boys. You always hoped that she would be right.

The whole group was laughing and all were in conversation with each other. That’s until Jeremiah called out Cams name.

“So Cam.” He says looking over at the two couple. “Is it okay if I call you Cam Cameron?” Cam chuckles a bit at the nickname Jeremiah started, well technically Cameron started.

“Yeah, man. Feel free. That’s funny” Jeremiah grins nodding at bit.

“Cool.” He whispers under his breath.

“I’m glad your here Cameron.” Susannah interrupts. “I actually know your mom Denise, from the club.” She glances at him with a small smile. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” Oh how much you loved Susannah she was such a sweet soul. Cam relaxes his shoulders back looking at her with a sweet but subtle smile.

“Thank you so much for having me Susannah.” “My mom says hi.” He says Susannah humming a bit. Your eyes shine brightly at the food.

“Cam have you ever had Mieok-Guk before?” You ask grabbing a bit of the food. Oh how much you loved the moms cooking.

“It’s a Korean birthday tradition.” Laurel says handing some of the food to Cam.

“No. Looks so good! Thank you.” He grabs it out of her hand adding some to his plate.

“Belly told me you’re a vegetarian so I didn’t put any meat in it.” She states looking at him. Can thanks her taking a small bit of the food. Before Jeremiah puts his input.

“Why don’t you eat meat Cam Cameron?” Jeremiah asked tilting his head a bit. You knew he was teasing him but sometimes Jeremiah will say whatever came to his head… well sometimes.

“Uh, the meat industry is, like, the number one contributor to global warming.” Jeremiah nods a bit.

“Hm.”

“And I just, I like animals.” Taylor looks at cam.

“We’ll just don’t come for my leather jackets.” She chuckles.

“Oh I’m pretty sure you mean pleather.” Stephen says teasing Taylor. She frowns and flips him off while he laughs a slightly. Jeremiah joining the laughter.

“Oh well you know, belly actually eats meat.” Jeremiah says slowly pulling a grin to his face. You roll your eyes knowing damn well where he was going with this. “So you let her kiss you with those lips.” Belly looks at the boys with a serious face.

“Guys. Stop.” She says as we all begin to laugh at the little joke Jeremiah says.

“No, I don’t judge people for eating meat. I don’t know, it’s like a personal choice.” He says. Jeremiah smirks to keep up teasing belly

“So you know if her lips touch a dead animal and then those dead animals lips touch your lips, right?” He starts to laugh again until you kick him under the table “ow!” He looks at you with a teasing shock face. You shaking your head mouthing a “stop it”

“I don’t mind at all. Um in fact!” Cam says leaning over to belly giving her a small peck on the lips. Belly blushes a bit. Damn he just did that in front of everyone. I mean go Cam. You look over to Conrad who looks down at his meal again a jealous but upset look on his face. The moms do a small Awh while the boys start pretending to vomit.

“All right all right!” Laurel says to stop the horrifying sound of their vomit noises. “Belly’s allowed to kiss!” She looks over at Cam pointing a finger at him. “But that’s it” she starts bursting out laughing. You try to hide your smile covering your mouth to try not to upset Belly in anyway.

“Mom please. No. You’re so not funny.” She groans “no more wine for you, okay?” This went on for ages the family just teasing each other. You wished that belly knew how loved she was by this amazing family. You, Taylor and Belly get dressed for the party that the Deb’s were throwing. You told yourself that you were going to have a good time. Taylor begged for you to dress to impress.

“Taylor you know I’m obsessed with Jere. I’m not going to be hooking up with anyone.” You pouted. Taylor giving you a look.

“I never said you had to hook up! Just flirt around and this outfit will do the trick!” She pleaded showing you this beautiful dress. Of course a black mini dress this was Taylor she had the most amazing outfits. You sighed grabbing the dress holding the fabric between your fingers.

“I guess it is a gorgeous dress.” You say looking up at her with pout still on your face. She grins.

“You’re going to wear now aren’t ya!” You shyly nod at her comment as she squeals. “Yes girl you’re gonna look so sexy and literally kill Jere with your hotness!” She get flustered at the comment giggling.

“Shut up, not even he will never admit to me, and I doubt he even finds me attractive in that way.” You look towards the full length mirror with the dress close to your body looking at yourself imagining with yourself in it and small smile coming to your lips. It was worth a shot to try to get his attention somehow.

“Come on girl, let’s get you hot and sexy for this party, Jere is taking us!” She exclaimed grabbing her makeup bag. You look worriedly at Taylor. Now you were scared.

You walk down the stairs actually impressed at what Taylor could do. Jeremiah was faced away from you talking to Susannah that was until she was grinning looking towards you. Jeremiah not noticing the fact she was.

“Jereeee, come on! Belly is already on her way with Cam to this party!” Taylor says trudging behind you pouting.

“Oh don’t you look beautiful Y/n.” Susannah says with a grin on her face. Jeremiah turns to face you and everything around you felt like slow motion. He was shocked to say the least.

“Wow.” He breathes out looking you up and down till you got to the last step of the stairs. He takes your hand spinning you around to get the whole outfit pictured in his mind. “You look absolutely gorgeous Y/n”. You get a little flustered at his comment. He’s definitely called you gorgeous before but this time felt so… different.

“Thank you Jere, but this was all Taylor. She worked her magic.” You looked back behind Jeremiah to see Susannah walked out of the room. Jeremiah leans towards your ear whispering.

“You didn’t need all of that to get my attention.” He says pulling back giving a smile to Taylor. Just completely ignoring what just happened. “You ready to go?” She scrunches her eyebrows.

“Ya lovebirds. I’ve been ready for awhile now.” She teases.

You guys get to the party, Jeremiah running inside to meet up with his friends. Taylor walks by your side as you walk in music blaring and the smell of alcohol burning into your nostrils. Taylor looks at your grinning. “He totally noticed you bitch.” She claps her hands excitedly.

“Did he see he whispered in my ear! He said i didn’t need to do all of this to get his attention.” You mumbled tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“What! Y/n! That’s just a huge step!” She jumps up and down. “God I’m so team (Ship name)” you laugh at her comment.

“Where the hell did that ship name come from?” You shake your head pushing her shoulder with yours. “I secretly love it babe.” She squeals and runs over to belly. You roll your eyes playfully walking around the house getting a red solo cup filled with alcohol taking small sips so you can just enjoy the night.

The night was going so well. You mingling with people here and there. You were dancing the night away with Taylor when you accidentally bump into someone. “Oh my god I’m so sorry!” You look up at the figure to see a man with beautiful black hair and dark brown eyes. He was sure handsome… but he wasn’t Jeremiah.

“Oh hello beautiful, nice to bump into you.” He smirks softly. I blush slightly, you look back at Taylor she winks at you giving you a look “do it bitch if you don’t I will.” She walks away to let you enjoy your time and he was great but once again he wasn’t Jeremiah. But maybe he’ll be someone to help you get over Jere. His name was Matt and boy he was super sweet and his personally was the best you’ve ever seen. He was bubbly, and bright. Just like a certain someone. You both walk towards the couch in the room. “So what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here?” He asked leaning more towards you.

“What a beautiful girl like me can’t be here?” You joked putting a defensive hand to your chest in a joking matter.

“No that’s not what I mean-!” You laughed a little bit.

“I was just kidding!” You giggled covering your mouth as you did so. “Well I wanted to have some fun but also it’s one of my best friends birthday she also wanted to have some fun tonight.” He smiles a softly.

“Well personally I’m glad you came.” He puts his hand on your cheek rubbing your cheek softly. He brings his face closer to yours. He was going to kiss you. Wait he was going to kiss you. You inhale a bit nervously moving in closer, and that’s when it got ruined by a certain someone. Jeremiah grabs your wrist pulling you up.

“Wait jer-“ He doesn’t stop pulling you away from Matt, bringing you outside. “Jeremiah Fisher!” You hiss pulling your wrist out of his hand. You were outside of his car, he looks towards you anger written all over his face. “What the hell Jere!” You scream at him. “Why did you do that! Huh! I can’t have fun!”

“Y/n, get in the car please.” He pleads looking at you with all sorts of emotions. You scoff pinching the bride of your nose shaking your head.

“Fine.” You grumbled jumping into the passenger’s side. All there was silence. He wasn’t going the way home. “Jere… where are we going…”

Tell me, tell me, tell me

How you got me so frustrated

When you ask me to be patient

Not convicting you with nothing

I'm just asking you to say it to my face

Say it to my face

Tell me, tell me, tell me

“Please be patient Y/n.” He mumbles. He stops by the beach exiting out of the car. You get more frustrated, trying to calm your frustration you take some breaths. He comes around to your side opening up your door grabbing your hand. “Walk with me please.” He pleads with you looking at you with those golden retriever eyes.

“Okay.” You say frustrated at his actions he just caused minutes ago. But why would even do what he did. He has reputation for literally sleeping with anyone and everyone. Making out with whoever he saw. But little did you know. He did not make out with not one person at that party except for just… watching you, making sure you were safe, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

You sat down by the beach together your knees to your chest holding them close to your body “Jeremiah what’s going on. Why did you do that.” You look at him but his eyes were towards the water. His eyes glistening at the reflection of the water on his eyes. His beautiful ocean eyes. He slightly looks towards you.

“I don’t know why I did it Y/n…” He whispers softly. You rolls your eyes shaking your head.

“Jer-“

“I just knew I wanted too.” He purses his lips looking towards you with those eyes again. God those eyes.

“Jeremiah I’m confused.” You tilted your head no longer angry but more concerned. “I was actually having fun for once… I was enjoying myself. I felt seen.” You explained looking towards the water. Jeremiah grabs your hand softly. You look towards him. His eyes never leaving yours.

“I didn’t like the feeling I got seeing him with you.” He signs looking down at your hand rubbing small circles on the back of your hand. “I just watched you the entire night… I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Like I couldn’t this whole summer, and multiple summers before.” You look down shocked. Is he- he lifts your chin up making sure your eyes don’t leave his. “I don’t wanna anyone to touch you except for me, I don’t want anyone to look at you the way I look at you. I-“ say it Jeremiah fisher. Say it to my face. He brings your face close to his. “I’m in love with you… I have been. Since the first moment I saw you with those pigtails and those cute little glasses that would fall off your face.” Your eyes widen at the confession.

“Is this real..” He puts his hand on your cheek.

“Ye-“ You smash your lips into his, his reaction was taken back but he relaxed into you grabbing your neck slightly bringing you even closer to him you held onto him tightly wrapping your arms around his neck melting into his arms. You both pull back slightly for air his forehead meeting your eyes. He looks down with a small smile on his face, as you just look into eyes.

“I’ve been in love with you ever since you’ve looked at me Jere… I’ve been madly deeply in love with you.” You breath out. He looks into your eyes grinning ear to ear. He grabs your chin with his index finger and thumb bringing your face even closer.

“I want you and nobody else n/n, because I’m so deeply in love with you too.” He pecks your lips softly, bringing you close to his chest pecking your forehead before bringing you close to his chest, you both stay there never wanting the night to end.

A/N-omfg WHAT DID YOU THINK! Should I write more do a part two! Plz I wanna get more into writing 👀 lemme know what you think in the comments below.

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[workinatdapyramid]

august 𐐪𐑂

steven conklin x fem!fisher!reader

WARNINGS: fighting, cursing, underage drinking, shayla isn’t in this soz, angsty teens lol, mentions from scenes in the books!, reader doesn’t like taylor, book taylor personality ( show taylor >>>> )

SUMMARY: it wasn’t belly that found out about taylor and steven, it was his best friends little sister

m’s blah blah blahhhhh: we need some more steven appreciation on here… GIVE MY SWEET BOY SOME RECOGNITION!!!

take a peak ;)

this is kind of long… i kinda got carried away LOLZ SORRT NOT SORRY

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“twenty bucks she calls you jeremy again.” belly chuckles.

you, belly, and your older brother stood at the curb waiting for bellys best friend taylor at the bus stop. today was bellys 16th birthday which meant hurricane taylor visiting for the day.

you weren’t exactly fond of her ever since the summer she came to visit when you guys were 14. yes, you had to play nice with her for belly but stringing along your older brother jeremiah wasn’t exactly a good start to a friendship.

you chuckled beside the newly 16 year old as jere teasingly pushed her into you from his place beside her.

“i don’t.. i think she learned from last time.” he argued. “you think?” you teased, making a mental note that jere will infact be handing over that $20 before the end of the night.

“that’s how she flirts with you” belly mocked facing you as you both made smooching noises.

the bus pulled up infront of you guys, the brakes making a loud hissing noise.

“here she comes.” you say rolling your eyes as the short girl barely fits through the bus doors with the pile of balloons tied to her wrists.

the long time best friends squeal and hug reuniting for the first time since summer began causing you to roll your eyes even more.

jere turns toward you mouthing be nice

“belly you tart! you finally took my advice this outfit is snatched,” taylor spun the brunette in a circle admiring her dress. “isn’t belly looking like a snack?” she asked jeremiah a hint of something mischievous in her eyes.

“always.” the curly headed blonde smiled. he reached for taylor’s bag being the kind boy your mother raised him to be. taylor smirks batting her eyelashes up at the tall boy.

“thank you. you’re such a gentleman, jeremy.” she giggles.

you stood off to the side watching the interaction laughing to yourself knowing your brothers going to be $20 short when we get home.

“hey taylor long time no see.” you smiled offering the girl a polite side hug.

“omg y/n i didn’t even see you there, when did you get hot?” she questioned looking you up and down.

gosh this was going to be a long day.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

you sat beside taylor, jeremiah and belly across from you. a banana float melting in the middle of the table as belly opened her gift from her best friend. a pink bikini. jeremiah teased her about but you knew deep down he can’t wait to see her in it.

taylor takes a bite of the frozen treat as she said, “okay, so, whats the plan for tonight? where’s the party?”

“well, susannah always plans a big lobster dinner.” belly smiles as she puts the bathing suit back in the bag.

you and jere smiling towards each-other, being big fans of the birthday dinner tradition.

“boring. no.” taylor whines causing the three of you to look towards her with furrowed brows. “it’s your 16th birthday. we have to go out” the red head continued.

“no, no, no. these dinners are really, really fun.” belly tried to reason with her stubborn friend.

“yeah, and my mom had the idea to make it midsommar themed, so she got flower crowns especially made for us and everything.” you added taylor quickly glances at you then turns back towards her best friend.

“don’t you think you should be spending your birthday with people your own age?” taylor says taking another spoonful into her mouth.

“i am. you’re here.” belly said clearly annoyed by her bossyness.

“hello? am i invisible?” jeremiah cuts in trying to defuse the tension. he was really good at that. “and i guess steven.” taylor smirks. you shift uncomfortably hoping no one notcied. your brother obviously did scoffing at taylor’s remark.

you look towards belly, her already looking back. everyone in the house knows about your crush on steven the same way they knew about belly with conrad. ever since you were younger the boy was your prince charming. always being there in to cheer you up or piss you off but hey, that’s steven.

“and cams coming, too.” belly quickly changes the subject. you sigh silently thanking her.

“yay, i’m so excited to meet the guy who finally got you to take your eyes off of you-know-who.” taylor jokes.

as quickly as belly was to change the subject she quickly regretted it.

“taylor.” belly warned glancing towards jeremiah.

you coughed.

way to go taylor.

queen of making people feel uncomfortable..

“i have an idea. we can go to nicole’s big blowout at her place tonight. maybe go after dinner?” jere once again defusing the tension

you watched as taylor started at belly

“um yes!” taylor squealed in a matter of fact voice.

“woah, only if bells wants to go? it’s her birthday after all. we gotta do what whatever she wants. boring dinner or not.” you tell taylor not missing the look she gave you. you felt jeremiah lightly kick your leg under the table. you looked towards him. giving him a ‘what?’ expression.

you know how taylor can make belly feel like a side character most of the time and you’ll be dammed if you let taylor do that on her birthday.

belly smiles toward you silently thanking you for having her back.

“who’s nicole?” taylor asked jeremiah turning her harsh glance away from you.

belly smiles excited to fill in her best friend with the plans she’s made over here in cousins.

“she’s my big sister for the deb ball. she’s super nice and just really cool and fun and-

“ugh, i’m, like melting right now. can we go back to the house? i want to change into my bikini and jump in the pool.” taylor interupts belly looking at jere as she finished her sentence.

you roll your eyes standing up from the table as jeremiah says sure

taylor skips toward the car

jeremiah walking next to her as she called shot gun.

“come on bells.” you say putting your arm around her shoulders offering her a sympathetic smile.

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back at the house you, belly, jeremiah, steven, and taylor were in the pool. belly and taylor on one side jeremiah and steven on the other side.

you swam towards the two boys who were hanging off the edge of the pool deck.

“oh hey y/n/n you spying on us?” jeremiah teased. you rolled you eyes splashing him with the cold water. you hated when he called you that. stupid nickname that only reminded you of being a kid.

“stop calling me that i’m not five anymore.” you stuck your tongue out at him, he playfully did it back.

“yeah man cmon y/n’s all grown now. she’s not my little y/n/n anymore.” steven jokingly puts his hand over his heart in agony.

you dunk his head under the water in return, trying to hide your blush from him. it was moments like these where you had hope for something more. where you didn’t just feel like his best friends little sister anymore.

steven quickly comes up from the water his dark wet hair covering his eyes.

“oh yeah?” he challenged lifting you up and dunking you under the water.

you resurface hearing jeremiah and him share a laugh and a high five.

“oh screw you steve-o” you yelled splashing the boy who had your heart.

“any time any place.” he smirked.

gosh that smirk

jeremiah fake gags as your cheeks stained a pretty pink. steven always knew how to give you butterflies.

“we know you’re gossiping about us over there.” you hear taylor say causing stevens glance to change towards her.

as quickly as he gave you butterflies they were fast to be replaced with a pit in your stomach. you shift your gaze down as the two go back in forth with playful banter.

“let’s play chicken! i call steven!” taylor yelled.

you quickly moved towards the pool stairs to hide your frown from the others.

“i’m gonna go see if mom needs any help with dinner.” your voice barely above a whisper. the cool breeze causing you to shiver as you climb out of the pool

“you sure y/n/n?” jeremiah asks you, clearly noticing your mood change.

“yeah it’s fine there was an uneven amount anyways.” you grab your towel and head for the house not turning back

jeremiah turns towards belly, both teens sharing a knowing look.

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you sat on the couch of your second home sulking in your wet towel. mentally cursing at yourself for letting her get to you. you should be out there having fun. it’s bellys birthday for crying out loud.

your thoughts were soon cut short as connie, your oldest brother walks into the living room.

“hey dimples,” he says standing behind your seat on the couch, “why aren’t you out there with the others?” he asks ruffling his calloused hand through your wet hair.

you softly smile at the nickname. connie called you that ever since you guys were younger. oh how you missed your sweet brother

“taylors here.” you mutter pushing his hand away. he chuckles plopping himself down on the couch next to you. “aw, you mean your best friend?” he teases. “yeah fuck you” you shove him lightly chuckling.

“you can’t let her get to you kid. that’s just how she is” he sighs.

“yeah the same girl that hates you because you didn’t like her that summer she was like 14? that’s just how she is.” you roll your eyes doing finger quotes at the last part. connie laughs.

“why don’t you just tell steven how you feel already so you can stop sulking around all summer?” he asks.

you quickly sit up turning towards him with wide eyes. “you’re one to talk mr dark and mysterious. i don’t see you confessing your undying love for belly!” you challenge him reaching over smacking him with a throw pillow.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about… shut up.” he whispers.

you laugh shifting closer to your brother you lay your head on his shoulder. “besides he only see me as a kid anyways. i’ll always be just conrad and jeremiah’s little sister to him.” you sigh closing your eyes.

you stay like that for a while. just enjoying eachothers company. ever since april conrad’s been distant towards everyone so you miss having moments like these with your brother.

“aw my sweet angels.” you hear your mom squeal as she walked into the kitchen.

“hi mom hi laur.” you smile getting up from the couch and greeting your favorite women with a hug.

“do you need help with those?” conrad points to the brown bag full of corn on the counter.

“yes actually, we were supposed to keep dinner light but you know your mom.” laurel playfully side eyes her best friend.

“what?! it’s bellys 16th birthday.” she smiles. “and she’ll love it mom.” you smile back.

“wanna shuck these for us since your not busy?” susannah asked you and conrad pointing towards the corn.

“omg do you hear that? yeah i think bellys calling me. i gotta go hang with taylor and the birthday girl sorry love you bye!” you quickly run back outside.

“i’ll do it mom.” conrad rolls his eyes grabbing the bag.

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once outside you see steven sitting on the porch and jere climbing out of the pool. taylor and belly were probably off walking along the shore down by the beach.

jeremiah notices you and takes his leave inside claiming his need for a shower leaving you and steven outside.

“are you alright?” steven asks straining his neck to look at you standing behind him. "you kind of left in a hurry before."

you walk over sitting next to him on the porch steps.

“i’m fine conklin.” you laugh shifting your arms around your stomach. you tried so hard not to seem nervous around him but he could read you like a book.

steven chuckled looking away from you back towards the ocean. “okay.” he laughs. “but you could talk to me about anything. i’m serious i’ll always be here for you y/n/n.” he says more seriously this time.

you turn to him to see he was already looking at you. you search for something to say, anything, but you couldn't so you settle for a comforting smile. your breathe starts to quicken as you realize how close you guys were. steven noticed it too. his chest moving up and down at a fast pace.

“i just sometimes wish things were different.” you whispered half hoping he didn’t hear you but you knew he did.

“how so?” he whispered back. his gaze locked on your eyes intense.

for a moment you could’ve sworn his eyes flicked to your lips then back up to your eyes but theres no way.. right?

steven wouldn’t kiss you.. would he? no.

he just sees you as his best friends little sister. nothing more…

you're internally screaming as he slowly leans in

your eyes flutter shut waiting to feel his soft lips against yours

this is it.

finally

this is what you’ve wanted your whole life.

“oh hey y/n” you hear taylor yell as her and belly walk back up to the house.

steven quickly jumps up not saying a word as he rushed into the house.

you wanted to die.

just shrivel up and die.

you blink rappidly getting rid of the tears forming in your eyes and smile up towards the two girls.

“i’m starving! let’s go wash up before dinner.” belly smiles pulling you up from the steps and walking into the house.

it’s just one day it’s just one day it’s just one day

you kept reminding yourself as you trailed behind the hurricane pouring on your love life

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the table was littered with plates filled with delicious food. there was vases of flowers in the middle that matched with the flower crowns on belly, taylor, and your heads. the dinning room was filled with chatter and giggles from everyone getting along.

susannah and laurel sat on opposite ends of the table refilling the hungry teenagers plates. taylor, belly, you, and cam on one side and jere, conrad, and steven on the other.

“thank you so much for having me susannah! my moms says hi.” cam, bellys boyfriend smiled holding his fork up to show his thanks for the food.

you laugh along with the others as the moms interrogate bellys first boyfriend. cam cameron was the nickname everyone called him. you liked him. it’s like he fit right in with the rest of you guys. you were so happy for belly.

“why don’t you eat meat, cam cameron?” jeremiah asked the shy boy. he tries his best to seem intimidating but ultimately cracks his signature smile. classic jere.

“i like animals.” he answered simply. not bothered by all the questions thrown his way.

you adjust the flower crown on your head accidentally making eye contact with steven. you guys haven’t spoke since almost kissing on the stairs. you intend to keep it that way not wanting to have that talk.. the 'you're my best friends little sister we can't do this' talk.

you quickly look away feeling the pit in your stomach return.

“just don’t come for my leather jacket.” taylor chuckles from the other side of the table. you genuinely laughed. she was kinda funny sometimes.

your laugh quickly disappeared once you heard steven teasing her. he just always had an answer when it came to taylor didn’t he.

you finish the rest of your lobster with a sigh patting your well fed stomach.

“that was really good mom.” you said. causing sighs in agreement around the table.

“i agree! thank you too y/n. kinda glad you went inside to help cook after all.” steven said looking at you. the first thing he said to you since what happened on the porch. you look at him with a blank expression.

jeremiah changes the subject going right back to interrogating cam cameron about eating meat which ended in him quickly pecking bellys lips.

you laugh but quickly glance towards conrad who was already looking back down at his plate.

steven and jeremiah both pretend to retch. “i’m sorry i just don’t understand why anybody would want to kiss somebody who once fully shat in the bathtub.” classic steven says embarrassing his little sister.

“i was like two years old!” belly argues

“two? more like six!” jeremiah and steven yelled at the same time. the two immature boys erupt in laughter.

you playfully roll you eyes at the two while belly yells at her brother to shut up.

“i remember when i visited last summer, and you and you dared him to pee in the fireplace, and you stink up the entire house for days. do you remember that?” taylor points towards your brothers and steven. you all laughed reliving all the memories this house held.

“you know i’m thinking.. maybe we should go to nicole’s party.” belly turns toward taylor and you smiling.

“yes!” you and taylor said at the same time.

boy did you need alcohol in your system after the day you had.

after a few more jokes and steven and bells bickering everyone decided to get ready for the party.

you were touching up your makeup in your bedroom when you heard a knock at your door.

“its open” you said not looking towards the door as you reapplied your mascara.

“hey little fisher” you heard steven say as he closed the door. you almost dropped the mascara wand. you turned around facing him uttering a small hey.

“i know we are about to leave for the party but do you think when we get back home we could talk about what happened on the porch?” you could tell he was nervous. he didn’t meet your gaze at all and he was fidgeting.

“but nothing happened on the porch” you felt a pang in your chest.

he sighed, “i know but that’s the thing..” he said stepping closer to you. “i wanted something to happen.” he finished.

you swallowed. “oh” was all you could say.

you guys stood there for a while. silence filled the room.

“i also wanted it to happen. so yes, we can talk about it when we get home” you smile. you can’t believe this is happening right now.

“okay.” he smiled

“okay.” you said as he turned around to leave your room looking back at you one last time.

once you were sure he walked away from the door you jumped up and down looking at yourself in the mirror.

“fuck yeah y/n fuck yeah.” you whispered to yourself smiling ear to ear.

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gotta give it to jere he always knew how to make a scene. you and belly sat on the couch hysterical watching cam cameron and jeremiah singing horrendously along to summer loving.

maybe coming to the party was a good idea after all. “i can’t stand to watch this any longer i’m gonna go find a bathroom.” you laughed getting up from the couch.

you squeezed through all the drunken bodies dancing together on the makeshift dance floor in the living room. you found nicole standing by the drink table.

“oh hey y/n” she greets you with a tight hug. “are you having fun?” she asks taking a sip from whatever was in her cup.

“actually i really am. you sure know how to throw a banger.” you said cringing at yourself. god why are you so awkward.

nicole just smiled

“hey um where’s the bathroom?” you asked actually needing to pee after all.

“the one downstairs has a line it hasn’t moved in ages so just go upstairs! it’s right to your left!” she said.

you thanked her as you made your way towards the stairs. jeremiah, belly, and cam standing near by.

“hey have you seen taylor?” belly asked you. you shook your head no. “i'll help you find her after i use the bathroom?” you ask. she thanked you.

the music faded as you walked up the stairs of nicole’s house. yeah the beach house was big but nothing compared to this. if you didn’t ask nicole where to go you definitely would’ve gotten lost.

you opened the door on the left but it was preoccupied by a couple hooking up. you quickly muttered sorry as you closed the door shaking your head to forget the sight.

you kept looking for an open room hoping to find one with a bathroom in it.

gosh how you hated horny drunk teenagers.

you opened the last door praying to all the gods it was free and had a bathroom. you were about to piss your pants.

you opened the door and all of a sudden the urge to pee was gone.

there in the room was taylor propped on the dresser making out with steven.

your steven.

he was standing between her legs. his hands on her waist as they made out.

your mouth was dry

you couldn’t process the scene in front of you.

you wanted to crumble to the ground and cry.

“conklin?” your voice cracked as steven whipped his head around to see you standing at the door.

taylor quickly hopped off the dresser pulling her dress down.

“oh, my god- shit” steven said as you turned around and made a beeline for the stairs.

“y/n wait!” he yelled as he ran after you.

you made it to the bottom of the stairs causing a few people to look at you running away from the brunette boy.

“y/n/n? what happened?” jeremiah was the first to notice you. you wiped the fallen tears from your cheeks as belly and cam also noticed you.

by then steven caught up to you. you went to run out of the house but was quickly stopped by him gradding your wrist.

“y/n just stop let me explain-

“explain what steven?” you yelled.

if no one noticed before they definitely noticed now.

the chattering around the house quickly stopped as you yelled at steven.

“y/n please. i’m sorry it just happened.” steven tried to plead with you. regret written all over his face.

you looked at him in disbelief.

“go to hell.” your yelled you voice broke as the tears kept spilling from your eyes.

you yanked your wrist from his grasp and looked at belly. mascara stained your cheeks. “i found taylor” you whispered before walking out the door. leaving steven there, carrying your broken heart along with his..

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AHHHH TYSM FOR READING THIS!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED ( pls be nice this is my first actual fic i’ve written! )

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[bonesandchalamet]

the fourth - j.fisher

masterlist

pairings: Jeremiah fisher x fem!reader

warnings: minor spelling/grammatical errors + fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“is that why you stopped?”

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

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

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[mvltisstuff]

going, going, gone - c.f

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

conrad fisher x conklin!reader

gif from @conradfiisher

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

part two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“who are you to even say that?”

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

“how am i destroying them?”

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

“but-“

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

“y/n, susannah told me-“

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

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

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

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A dating Jeremiah fic?

loving you is so easy | j.fisher x reader

a/n: thank you so much for the request!! i hope my writing meets the expectations for what’ll be like to date jeremiah!

warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption

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dating jeremiah is like waking up and feeling fully rested after weeks of exhaustion. he’s fun and dating him is a constant adventure. there’s never a dull moment between us two. we’re always up to something whether it be driving in the middle of the night with all windows down or it’ll be us snuggling on the couch and giggling with one another.

i lay on my stomach on the smooth surfboard as i feel the waves beneath me sway the board. the salty water from my hair was dripping down my face and the sun was hot on my back.

“are you sure this is a good idea?” i ask jeremiah nervously as he climbs onto the board with me. we both carefully adjust ourselves so we’re both seated,

he shrugs, “probably not but do you trust me? i think it’ll be fun”

“if you say so!” i laugh, he tells me to start paddling and swim we’re both standing on the surfboard together.

it’s extremely unsteady as we both wobble, attempting to keep our balance. but within seconds, we’re both in the ocean. i swim to the surface and burst into a fit of laughter,

“that had to be one of the dumbest things weve done” i tell him as he swims the surfboard towards me, “i can’t believe we were even able to stand on it.”

“makes for a good story though!” he grins before kissing my lips.

dating jeremiah shows me a new sort of love that i never knew existed. after a failed situationship after another, i remember there being a point in my life where i felt like i was unlovable. until i met the curly headed boy. he is loud and proud about us dating, making sure that the whole world knows that we’re together — he never hides it and it’s refreshing.

big, big house parties were never my thing. i was always more of a chill at home with a few friends kind of person rather than going to a huge party. i’m not really sure why but something about being in a small house packed of sweaty and drunk teenagers doesn’t seem very fun to me.

my boyfriend, jeremiah, on the other hand absolutely loves them. he has always been a social butterfly and he loves any opportunity to hang out with new people.

i never really care whenever he goes to parties without me, i trust him. he never pushes me to go to these events either because he knows that i’m not comfortable in these settings. some how today, he convinced me to go.

“come on, baby,” he pleas, “it’ll be fun!”

i shrug, folding up my throw blanket on my half made bed, “i don’t know, jere. you know i’m not big on parties.”

he flops onto my bed and looks up at me with big puppy eyes, “i know babe, but everyone’s been asking to meet you since i talk about you at parties all the time!” he exclaims,

“plus, if you ever feel uncomfortable we can leave right away, no questions asked” jeremiah smiles.

i sigh before nodding my head, “ok fine, only this once though”

he scrambled up and pulls me into a tight hug, spinning us in circles, “god, i love you so much!”

as i got ready for the party, contemplating between a pink or yellow tank top (eventually picking the pink one), i met jeremiah downstairs who was talking to my family.

“you look absolutely gorgeous” he grins, twirling me to get a 360 view, “a goddess.”

my parents awe at the sight before bidding the two of us goodbye as we leave for the party. when we pull up, there’s loud music and talking amongst the tipsy teenagers. jeremiah protectively wraps an arm around my waist as he guides us through the crowd and towards the drinks.

he says hi to a bunch of people we pass by, “oh hey man, this is my girlfriend, y/n” he would proudly say, kissing the top of my head, “isn’t she just the prettiest?”

he opens a drink for me and hands it over before jumping onto the kitchen counter,

“cheers everyone! this one is for my beautiful girlfriend, thank you for coming out tonight, baby! i love you endlessly — have a great night people!” he shouts before hopping off, my face was flushing a bright red before his hands are on my waist.

jeremiah grins at me and pulls me into a passionate kiss in front of everyone. his boys are cheering for us along with some of the girls.

dating jeremiah revealed to me that not all dream-like boyfriends exist only in fiction, but also in real life. he never forgets to message me goodnight, to kiss me goodbye, makes sure that neither of us go to bed upset with the other. jeremiah brings me small gifts that reminded him of me when they’re unexpected. loving him is one of the easiest things i’ve ever done. jeremiah showed me a new sort of love that i never knew existed. he truly is the perfect boyfriend to me and never makes me feel alone. he’s my biggest supporter and is honestly my comfort person.

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LOOK AT ME PT.2

PAIRING: Read and find out who Y/n ends up with…

SUMMARY: You were always the second choice.

WARNINGS: Heart crushing angst with a bit of fluff. UNEDITED

READ PART 1 HERE

READ PART 3 HERE

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It all happened so fast.

One moment, you were crying over Conrad, and how he had mistreated you. The next, Susannah was dead.

You felt like your heart had been torn out and stomped on. Conrad didn’t make it any better, neither did Belly.

You hadn’t had the chance to talk to Conrad after what happened, as it came out that Susannah was sick.

Then everyone went home. Jeremiah was hurting in the same ways as you were, so you comforted each other. He drove out to see you and vice versa.

You were beginning to feel a spark with the younger Fisher, you were finally happy.

Until you heard the news.

The phone call came from Jeremiah in the middle of the night.

“Y/n…” He said once you answered with a tired ‘Hello?’. You know from his tone of voice what has happened.

You swore you’ve never sprung up out of your bed so fast. You started packing an overnight bag. You were going to Boston.

“I’m on my way, Jere, stay on the phone with me” You said and Jeremiah sobbed on the other end, not being able to tell you no when he needed the shoulder to cry on.

After a rough 3 hour drive, you were at the Fisher household. Jeremiah had fallen asleep on the phone with you, but luckily you knew where the sore key was.

Popping the door open, you knew their father wasn’t home, neither was Conrad. He was at Brown. Jeremiah was all alone, and your heart hurt at the thought.

His door was cracked once you approached. “Jere?” You whispered and he took a breath in, stretching his arms before he opened his eyes, confused.

“I’m here” You said as you approached his bed. Jeremiah reached for you.

“She’s gone” He whispered, his lips quivering as he tried not to cry. The sight broke your heart.

“Oh Jeremiah” You said before getting into bed with him, hugging him close. You ran your fingers through his hair as he cried, his tears staining your shirt.

“I’m so sorry Jere” You whispered as you began to cry as well, the reality of her death hitting you like bricks.

The next morning, you woke up in Jeremiah’s bed alone. Your heart sank.

“Jeremiah?” You called out, stumbling out of bed and down the stairs, only to find him at the stove in the kitchen.

“Woah, slow down” Jeremiah said, placing his spatula down before he approached you to help you become steady.

“Wanted to make breakfast, to take my mind off of…” He trailed off and you nodded, knowing what he meant.

“Thank you, want me to do the rest?” You asked and he shook his head.

You ended up hopping up onto the counter, watching him make breakfast.

“Thank you for coming last night, you didn’t have to” He said, scooping pancakes onto a plate before he put everything into the sink, shutting the burners off.

He approached you, standing between your legs. He gave you a half smile. At that, you brought your hands up to run your fingers through his hair.

“I’ll always be here for you, Jeremiah” You said “I’m one call away, always.”

The funeral was an utter disaster for you. You arrived and sat behind Jere, your hand on his shoulder for most of the service.

When Belly and Conrad fought afterwards, you excused yourself. Their relationship seemed messy, and you didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire.

You couldn’t even look at Conrad to tell him you were sorry for his loss.

Jere found you outside, the cold air causing you to clutch your figure.

“Y/n, here” He said and placed his suit jacket over you. You silently thanked him and he wrapped an arm around you.

“How are you?” He asked and you shook your head, i’m disbelief. He hadn’t hesitated to think of you before himself.

“Jeremiah” You said and he looked up, scared he had said something wrong. You didn’t speak, you pulled him in for a hug.

“How are you?” You asked and he pulled back enough to look at you.

“I’m better” He said and you could tell he was being truthful.

The next call came in the middle of the night as well.

Jere was frantic. He had been pissed at his broker for so long for what he did to you, and what he did to Belly, but he still cared. That’s who he was.

“I can’t find Conrad, I-I’m going to Brown tomorrow, will you please come with me?” He asked, his tone sounding desperate.

“Of course, I’ll be there in the morning and we can drive together” You said.

“Will you come tonight?”

And so you did. You hadn’t quite realized it yet, but you were in love with Jeremiah.

He cared about you like no one ever had. Not even Conrad. You hadn’t thought about his brother for a very long time, and that was all because of Jeremiah. He showed you love. The kind of love you desired.

The drive to Jere’s was quiet, and when you got there, he was waiting to open the door. You immediately hugged him, taking in his scent.

“Hi” You said and gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Hi” He said and smiled back.

“Let’s watch a movie, that’ll take your mind off things” You said and he nodded his head, letting you lead the way to his room.

How had you gotten here?

The movie you decided to play was far out of your mind as you and Jeremiah stared at each other. You were snuggled up in his bed, like you had been many times before, but something about this time was different.

His eyes drifted towards your lips and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach.

“Jere, should we be doing this?” You whispered and he nodded his head.

“Yes” He muttered before his left hand cupped your face near your neck, leaning in to close the distance. His lips encased yours as they moved in sync, your fingers tugging at his hair as he became more desperate.

He grunted softly as you two kissed, tongues dancing together. Your cheeks were flushed beyond any time they had been before. You had wanted this for a long time.

Jeremiah pulled back for a split second before kissing you again, his hand gripping your waist to pull you into his lap.

You didn’t intend to go any further, and neither did Jeremiah, he had tried to go slow with you, but the way you had showed up for him and been there for him had his head on a swivel.

When you two finally pulled away, Jeremiah ran his right thumb over your bottom lip, a smile appearing on his face. A genuine one. You hadn’t seen that in months.

No more words were exchanged, you two just bathed in each others presence for the rest of the night.

The next morning, Jeremiah was stressed. You decided it would be best not to discuss what happened the night before. You didn’t want him to have more to worry about.

“You ready?” You asked him. He looked up and gave you a small smile before nodding and grabbing the keys.

The drive to Brown was frustrating to say the least. Jeremiah tried to call anyone he could that would know where Conrad was.

“Fuck!” He yelled when not a single person knew anything. You reached over and grabbed his fallen phone in silence, not wanting to irritate him further.

Arriving at Brown, Jeremiah practically jumped out of the car, leaving you behind to go to his brothers dorm. “Jere! Wait!” You called.

That’s when you saw her.

Belly.

“Wha-?” You questioned before stopping dead in your tracks. Did Jeremiah know she was coming?

You followed the two to his dorm room in silence, Belly seeming frantic. You didn’t like it. Not one bit.

She was so calm. She was part of the reason that your heart was broken the way it was. She hadn’t even apologized.

You shook your thoughts away as you snooped around Conrad’s dorm room. You found the necklace he had given Belly and your heart cracked a bit. He hadn’t ever gotten you anything like that.

It still hurt. You’d probably be scarred for life from the level of hurt you felt when you had lost him.

“We’re going to Cousins, Y/n” Jeremiah said, snapping you out of your daze “Come on” He added and grabbed your hand, leading you out of the room.

To Cousins you go.

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