#team jeremiah for me

[lemon-jellybelly]

watchin' you just ain't enough (I wanna taste the way you say the things you say)

The party is fun, but you and Jeremiah can have more fun on your own. Things get heated once you find some privacy.

title from the song "Taste" by Sawyer / crossposted to ao3 / gif by bethereforya

Shayla and Nicole were practically shouting in your ear to be heard over the music, but you could still barely pay attention to what they were saying. It was hard to focus on anything when your boyfriend was across the room, knelt down, golden curls flopping back as he tilted his head to catch the liquor from the ice luge. You were mesmerized by the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed and couldn’t help but grin on your own as he wiped an arm across his boyish smile. He was so gorgeous that you weren’t the least bit ashamed when he glanced up and caught you staring. The wink he sent lit butterflies in your stomach, and you tried to cool down by taking a sip of your drink and turning back to the girls in an attempt of nonchalance.

It didn’t work. “I didn’t realize I was being so obvious,” you laughed as they watched you in amusement.

“It’s adorable.” Nicole insisted. “You guys are like, the perfect picture of young love.” A blush warmed your ears as you took another, longer sip.

“And besides, who can blame you?” Gigi added, having joined while you were distracted. “Jeremiah looks really good tonight.” Her eyes lingered a bit too long as she continued, “he always looks really good.”

“You don’t have to remind me.”

Gigi nodded in response, lifting her arms in a show of retreat.

She was right, though, of course. While Jeremiah was always eye-catching, his white shirt was crisp enough to make his summer tan glow and just short enough to offer a glimpse of his lean torso every time he lifted his arms. Which, thanks to the current round of beer pong, was often.

It wasn’t long after you finally tore your eyes away from Jeremiah that he came in search of you. You were mid-laugh when a familiar pair of arms circled around your waist and hugged you to his body.

You let your head loll back onto his shoulder so that you could look up and greet him quietly. “I brought you a drink.” He said, tapping your thigh with the red cup in one hand.

“I have a drink,” you said, holding it up as proof.

“Yeah, but this one is fresh.” He enticed you, raising an eyebrow. “Only the best for my girl.”

You couldn’t help but beam back at him. “Well, who am I to say no to that?” You exchanged cups, Jeremiah handing you the full drink and chugging your half-empty one in its place.

When he finished, he ducked his head down to kiss your exposed shoulder, your neck, below your ear. A shiver ran through your body and though you hid behind your drink, you soon gave up on trying to keep a straight face for the girls. There was no question of who had your attention, and you wanted to soak it in without an audience.

You barely even finished asking Jeremiah if he wanted to take a lap around the party before he was tugging you by hand out of the room, and you waved mischievously at your friends as you left. You said brief hellos as the two of you made your way through the house, nodding to Steven as he mixed a drink and cheering on Belly as she crushed Conrad in flip cup. You knew the upstairs was technically off limits, but you said nothing as Jere led you up and through the first open door he found.

“Is this Haley’s bedroom?” You asked, examining the walls as Jeremiah locked the door. You’d never met the host of this party, but the girl in the photos looked about your age. You took a final sip, letting the buzz course through you, before placing your cup on the white vanity.

“I would assume so.” Jeremiah shrugged, taking your hands and turning you to face him. “But that’s not really my focus right now.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh? So what is?”

With a smirk, he cupped your chin to lift your lips to his own. As much as you loved to tease him, you loved to kiss him more, and so you gave in. As you made out, Jere slowly walked you both backward, until his legs hit the bed and he lowered himself down. His hands trailed down your back, shoulder blades to spine, hips to thighs, where at last he gripped you and pulled you down to straddle him. You giggled but the laughter quickly faded away as he slid his tongue into your mouth.

One hand remained at the back of your thigh and the other grasped your waist, holding you flush against him, as your own arms slid to lock behind his neck. “Jere,” you whispered against his lips, and he hummed.

“Sounds so good when you say my name.” He murmured, lips tracing down your jaw to attach to your neck.

“Jere.” You repeated, a bit more insistently, tugging gently on a curl at the base of his skull. He moaned quietly against your throat before sucking the skin, hard, eliciting a gasp that had your back arching into his chest. One of Jeremiah’s hands crept tantalizingly up your shirt to slide under the band of your bra, pressing you even further into him, if that was possible.

He was moving back up to kiss you when a knock reverberated on the door and you froze, faces barely a centimeter apart. Neither of you moved, hoping whoever it was would walk away, until a second knock pounded on the door and you glanced over your shoulder.

“Ignore it.” Jeremiah whispered, and you stood no chance against his sparkling blue eyes. You hesitated, but his fingers pressed lightly into your skin, bringing your focus back to him. With practiced ease, he peeled off your top, stroking the bare skin revealed along the way. If another knock came after that, you didn’t hear it.

You kissed him urgently and he responded so, deftly unclasping your bra next and tossing it to the floor. His hands were warm as he cupped your breasts, thumbing over your nipples until you whimpered. “That’s it,” he encouraged between kisses. “Let me hear you.”

“Feels good,” you sighed. But it wasn’t enough; you needed to feel his skin against yours. You sat back just enough to reach for the hem of his tee and pull it over his head, tousling his hair in the process. There was a moment before he pulled you back in, in which you admired his taut muscles and smooth skin, only to realize his eyes were combing over you the same way.

“I love your body.” He said, fingers now trailing up and down your sides. “I love you.”

You bit your lip, still shy in front of Jeremiah despite it all. “I love you more.”

For a beat, he could only gaze at you in admiration. Then, with a slight shake of his head, as if in disbelief at his luck: “come back here.”

You obliged gladly, rolling your hips back onto his lap and feeling him, hard, underneath you.

He raised his pelvis slightly to grind harder against you. Your ensuing moan was all the permission he needed to reach for your waistband. The button on your shorts released easily, and Jeremiah wasted no time in slipping his hand down the front to press against you through your panties.

His fingers easily found your clit and worked up a steady pace that had you whining into his mouth. “Fuck, baby, please,” you babbled. It was so good, but it wasn’t enough to make you cum and he knew that; he reveled in making you beg for him.

“Please what?” He asked innocently. You dropped your head to his shoulder and moaned as he increased the pressure and therefore friction against the dampening fabric. “Tell me, sweetheart, what do you need?”

You panted as he continued toying with you. “Need to cum. Please make me cum, Jere.” You could see his pupils dilate in the time it took for him to close the gap and kiss you again, harder and messier than before. You were getting so, so close. He could feel it, your body trembling against him, so it was entirely cruel when he stopped suddenly. You let out a cry. “No, no, no.” You begged. “Please don’t stop.”

“Just for a second.” He promised soothingly, tugging down your shorts. “Just want to get you out of these, want you to come around me.” True to his word, it only took a moment to rid you both of your remaining clothes and grab a condom from Jeremiah’s wallet. Then you were back in his lap, hot skin on hot skin, and then, with matching sighs, he was inside you. Your bodies fit together with ease, the once-burning stretch as he filled you now comfortably familiar.

“You’re so fucking hot,” you exhaled, tangling your hands into his hair and pulling lightly. “You feel so good.” His response was a broken moan, and the sound had your stomach fluttering.

With the guiding help of his hands on your hips, you built up a rhythm that had you both keening as you rocked back and forth. “God, you’re so tight.” Jeremiah muttered breathlessly. This only encouraged you to pick up your pace, and he tipped his head back, exposing his throat for you to lick. “Oh, fuck, yes. That’s my girl.”

The words had an unexpected effect on you, and you nipped at his throat before speaking. “Say it again.”

He tilted his chin enough to eye you. “You’re my girl. Always.” He didn’t wait for a response but brought your lips back together. Your movements were somewhat limited by your refusal to peel your upper body away from his, but both of you were satisfied by the depth he reached every time you sank back down on his cock. In fact, you may have been able to cum just like that, but you weren’t one to complain when Jeremiah wet his thumb on your tongue and brought it down to circle your clit. A steady chorus of gasps and mewls fell from your mouth at the added stimulation, but Jere wanted more. “You don’t have to be quiet, baby,” he urged. “It’s so loud out there, no one can hear, tell me how good you feel.”

You immediately acquiesced, letting your jaw relax and the sounds flow out. “I feel so full,” you whimpered. “I want this all the time, wanna be able to feel it tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” He egged you on breathlessly. “Want to walk around with a reminder of me? You can’t get enough, can you?”

“Mm-mm.” You hummed. “Always want more of you. Next time, want you to cum inside me. I want to feel it.”

You could feel his abs clench at your words. “Oh, fuck.” He groaned. “Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re gonna make me cum now if you’re not careful.”

“Want you to.” You encouraged him, but he was determined to get you off first. He dropped his head to lap and suck at your nipples, fingers speeding up below, and it wasn’t long until Jeremiah could feel you tightening around him. As you got closer, his movements lessened in skill but increased in passion, until he had you right on the brink, chest heaving, thighs trembling.

“So goddamn gorgeous.” He said, taking you in. “Come on baby, come for me.” He fucked you through your orgasm, swallowing your cries and supporting your shaky body with an arm across your lower back. The overstimulation was beginning to border on painful when his own muscles tightened and he came, too. You loved the way he looked like this: a sheen of sweat at the root of his messy curls, ocean eyes two shades darker than normal, jaw strong despite his open lips. He may have hooked up with other guys and girls before, but now he was yours, all yours, only yours. He was flirty and friendly with everyone, but this? This was just for you.

Satiated, you were both catching your breath and neither of you made a move to separate yourselves. “Love you,” you told him again, nuzzling into his collarbone.

He cradled you against him with both arms, pressing his lips at the top of your head. “I love you, too.” You rested this way for a moment, listening to his heartbeat and inhaling his scent: a sweet mixture of sweat, sunscreen, and shampoo. Above you, he tilted his head and closed his eyes, resting his cheek against your head. This was comfortable yet exhilarating, safe but bold. This was love.

The spell was broken by a sudden pounding on the door, followed by an determined attempt to turn the locked handle. When this failed, a desperate voice came through the wall: “whoever’s in there, you better not be fucking on my bed!”

You and Jeremiah caught each other’s eyes with matching guilty grins. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” And with one last kiss, you sealed the deal.

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #tsitp fanfic #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x reader #jeremiah x reader #conrad fisher #fic writing #tsitp imagine #team jeremiah for me #reader insert #self insert #smut #jeremiah fisher x you #jeremiah x you #self insert fanfic #self insert smut #tsitp smut #oc

[mvltisstuff]

mirrorball - c.f

summary: you’ve tried anything and everything to get conrad to notice you. it’s until you start losing yourself that you finally speak up.

conrad fisher x reader

a/n: y/n is lowkey giving me in this, leave some conrad requests ;)

it started off with the way she wore her hair. it was naturally down, cascading down her head with nothing new to it. she always noticed how conrad would eye girls with luxurious hair, always looking perfect even when it looked normal.

it progressed to daily trips to the gym. she bought a membership and began going every day. she saw all the other girls in the gym with their friends, boyfriends. they looked amazing, having the ideal body for a girl and the ideal bodies that conrad and his friends look at. conrad goes to the gym, too. maybe he’d notice a theme with her.

then it was the clothes. she’d change into tighter clothes. crop tops, shorts, jewelry, anything uncomfortable for one glance from conrad.

she’d loved him for years. ever since her first summer at cousins and staying next door to the fishers and conklins. conrad had been so nice all the time. he was strikingly handsome, and she just wanted him to look at her. she hated to say she was desperate, but she was. she was changing herself to be more like conrad, and less and less like herself. anything that happened to her, she pushed away because conrad was on her mind. she put herself on a pedestal for him. she observed his every move, and every person he darted his eyes at.

her makeup, her interests, her personality had become a whole new person that she couldn’t even recognize. somehow, she was still proud of herself. everyone knew something was off. belly tried to talk to her and see if something was going on. however, it was partially her.

she saw the way conrad glanced at her with affection. she saw the way he saw nicole. she saw the way he noticed girls at the bonfires. she wanted it to be her turn, but every time was shut down by someone better and new.

she ‘fixed’ herself until there was literally nothing left to fix. her entire closet had been changed along with the makeup in her bag. her daily activities had changed and she watched herself to make sure anything she was doing wasn’t contradicting conrad. the only place she was herself, was her room. and she couldn’t even accept herself anymore.

when she looked in the mirror, she picked at things on herself that she never used to. every part of her face and every part of her body had become an inconvenience. things other girls might not have. she wanted to recognize herself but the old, happy version was just a ghost at this point. as much as she wanted the old y/n, she couldn’t stop herself from preventing her from coming back.

she watched her mood deteriorate every day. it wasn’t just conrad, it had grown into something bigger. hating her reflection and just wishing she was someone else. someone he looked at, someone that everyone wanted. she tries to show off a confident front, but it all disintegrates when she disappears in front of a bathroom mirror. it’s not even alarming at this point that she doesn’t know who she is or what she wants.

her bank account had been drained of money from products and clothes that would make her more like someone else. things that were never her.

it started out as a slight obsession with a boy, and it progressed into self hatred. she wanted so badly to be enough for conrad, but she wanted to be enough for herself. she felt like that would never come. she can’t win this battle with herself.

she resorted to drinks with her friends all the time to try and forget some of the pity she had for herself. smoking pot and doing anything that takes her mind off of herself and conrad. every time she came over, she thought maybe this is it. maybe he’ll look at me and realize that i’m great. maybe he can find the old self in me.

the debutante ball was coming up shortly. she had been practicing her dances with a boy she barely knew, one her mother set her up with. this boy had nothing for her, but she had nothing for him. she still wanted him to want her because it was just more approval that came her way. she’d picked out an bewitching dress, one that transformed her into a queen. she picked one out in hopes that conrad would like it, but also so it covered all the things she can’t fix. it snatched her waist, it brought in her ribs, it made her boobs look good, it made everything better than natural. that’s exactly what y/n wanted.

even watching y/n pick out the dresses, suzannah and laurel noticed the switch in her behavior. she dodged every single dress that fit her perfectly, and ran toward every one that sucked her in perfectly. y/n would usually go for the simple, casually-fitting dresses, but now she wanted ones that turned her into a barbie doll.

she was thrilled with her choice, getting it fitted and getting her makeup done exactly how everyone else would like it. her body looked exactly how everyone else would like it. her hair looked exactly how everyone else would like it.

she looked pleased with herself, but she still saw someone else in the mirror. nonetheless, she walked out on the stage, linking arms with the boy at her side. she put on a fake smile, one that people would find enchanting to see. she tried not to look at conrad, but failed in the end.

on the other hand, conrad had to pretend that he wasn’t completely staring at her. her beauty was poisoning the whole room. he had to pretend like everything was fine when he didn’t have her. she was the only one who truly had his eye for the longest time. even conrad was slightly disappointed in seeing the change, oblivious to the fact that it all started for him. however, he wasn’t able to peel his eyes off of her with a small grin.

y/n’s heart raced in ecstasy when she saw his eyes on her. his smile was for her. she swore she could run off the floor and into his arms, but she tried to keep her cool as she was in front of almost the entire town. she pranced around in her white dress, looking happier than ever because conrad finally noticed her. all the changing must have paid off, or at least she thought so. it wasn’t until she saw him dancing with belly in the corner of her eye.

all of her positive thoughts about herself quickly vanished. she thought she finally had him, but she was so clearly wrong. all of her optimism from earlier had left her with watery eyes. she could not cry here, her makeup would be ruined in front of everyone and she couldn’t look bad in front of anyone, not even herself. again, she forced another fake smile on her face until the dance was over, and she scurried out of the room.

she stood outside, right by the entrance with a small bottle of alcohol in her hand. she’d snuck it in her purse, being able to bring it outside. she took a massive gulp of it, not being able to face her own thoughts. she wanted to give up, but it was too late. the damage to herself was already done and it would be a burnout to have to reverse it. she was a failure. she failed conrad, her family, and herself. even in the reflection of the stupid fucking glass bottle she saw a complete disaster of a girl.

she was picking at her freshly done nails when the footsteps came echoing behind her. she didn’t give a shit about who it was. no one could change her mind about anything, and there was no comforting to do. she swipes the tears off her cheeks before conrad steps into her peripherals vision.

“i thought i’d find you here,” he says.

“i just needed some air, conrad. go back inside.”

“i’d believe you if you didn’t have that bottle in your hand,” she looks down at the liquid in her hands, tempted to take another gulp of it. “what is going on with you? i’ve known you for so long and i just don’t remember this side of you, so who is she?”

“conrad, don’t start.”

“no, y/n,” he argues. “i have to know you’re ok, i barely know the y/n i love anymore.”

“well, i wish i could answer that for you, but i don’t know who she is!”

“what?” he asks sadly. she begins to laugh, almost bending over in hysterics.

“i literally changed myself so much for you,” she replies. “and you just proved that i made it even worse. i don’t recognize myself anymore, got it? i flipped myself inside out for you to just look at me.”

her words are slurred together and she’s speaking with her hands, which worried conrad even more.

“i’ve had my eye on you for years, y/n. why would you do that to yourself?”

“i ask myself that question in the mirror every. fucking. day. i just want my old self back and i barely remember who she is!”

conrad realizes the severity of her emotions. he debated whether to step closer, and he acts on it when he sees even more violent tears running down her face. “i’m not even myself anymore, i’m everyone else.”

“shh, it’s ok,” he says, pulling her into an embrace and running a hand across her back. “it’s gonna be ok. i remember you every single day. i could never forget.”

“you don’t have to-“

“no, listen to me. you were the sweetest person ever, and i was ashamed of my excitement whenever you walked into a room. i didn’t wanna freak you out or anything. you were brave, you never once gave into other peoples shit. and you still are all these things. and i’ll spend every day proving it to you.”

she cries harder into his shoulder. the last thing she expected was the boy she loved comforting her outside of the building.

“i miss not giving a shit,” she peeps out, making conrad’s heart shred a bit.

“let’s stop giving one,” he looks her, cupping her face in his hands. “you and me, we’ll do it together, yeah?”

y/n creeps out a small smile at him, a genuine one for the first time in months. “you and i.”

#conrad marry me #i love him bro #conrad fisher smut #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher fic #conrad fisher oneshot #conrad fisher fluff #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher #conrad x reader #conrad fisher angst #jeremiah fisher #belly conklin #susannah fisher #laurel conklin #steven conklin #team conrad #team jeremiah #belly x conrad #belly x jeremiah #jeremiah x reader

[multivstx]

THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER

#kicking my legs #ahhh #i want someone to look at me like that #i want a jere #also idk if im team jelly completely but i love jere #team jeremiah #team jere #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher gifs #belly conklin #belly conklin gifs #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #tsitp s2 #tsitp gifs #lola tung #gavin casalegno

[anxietyhere]

Belly looking at Jeremiah in The Summer I Turned Pretty Season 2 Episode 7 - Love Affair(2023)

#bellyconklinedit #belly conklin #the summer i turned pretty #tsitpsource #tsitpedit #tsitp #tsitp cast #belly x jeremiah #jeremiah x belly #team jelly #jellyfish #bellyjere #she so me #in love #dailywomen #lola tung #lolatungedit

[muslimintp-1999-girl]

Posting from my Jeremiah Fisher album coz I love his character so much & he's the YA/romance male love interest/lead we deserved 💛❤💖

(OK the way he looks at this photo he has framed kept on his dressing table in his room always gets me 😭����🤧. Coz in the photo bellyjere are like standing closer to each other than the rest of the group

& so this being the pic he has is so precious 🤧 and not to be angsty but it's a contrast to the photo Belly has taped on her bedroom mirror where she's mooning over Con)

#jeremiah fisher tweets that make me go feral #tsitp #jeremiah fisher #team jeremiah #team jelly #team jellyfish #bellyjere

[zhoufeis]

i binged the first season of the summer i turned pretty and everyone who is team conrad is plain wrong

#this guy annoys me so much #'oh look at me i'm grumpy and i have daddy issues and i'm mysterious and rude and i smoke pot' #i will never understand why people stan these characters #i'm team jeremiah #upbeat and always with a smile on his face who is nice to everyone and enjoys his life without ruining anyone else's #mischa for ts #jeremiah fisher #belly conklin #belly x jeremiah #the summer i turned pretty

[pairingbrainrot]

the bellyjere season 2 finale kiss but it's with a different version of XO

{Credit goes to bellyjeregifs on Twitter for the scene without BG Music!!}

#*reposting because it didn't show up in the tags for some reason* #I wasn't really in the fandom two weeks ago #and now these two live in my mind and heart rent free #as soon as I heard the original xo I went insane because I love that song #then I was reminded of this mashup of XO with Sam Smith's Stay with Me and I went even more insane when I made this #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp spoliers #tsitp s2 #belly conklin #jeremiah fisher #belly x jeremiah #jeremiah x belly #bellyjere #jelly #the summer pairing brainrot of 2023 #team jelly #or team jellyfish #(i guess) #*shrugs into the void* #Youtube #*originally posted on 18th August 2023* #pairing brainrot 2023

[dreamsuvivor]

shoutout to the girlies who would choose the safe option, the golden retriever of a boy, who treats them right, the boy they need not want, but I will always choose the one that is probably not good for me, but makes me feel fireworks inside and makes me kinda insane, the mysterious broody type that is slightly toxic, but has a soft spot for me, the one that i can argue at 2 AM but will kiss me in the rain

#i will always choose the one i want not the one i need even if it means I will end up alone #this is shoutout to all my friends who persuaded me to date the nice guy who i felt zero sparks with #this post is very much inspired by #the summer i turned pretty #and taylor’s the way i loved you #team conrad #am i gonna end up alone? #possibly #conrad fisher #i choose suffering #love #jenny han #christopher briney #jeremiah fisher #conrad x belly

[things-that-make-sa-happy]

Jeremiah Fisher | tsitp 1.06

#The Summer I Turned Pretty #tsitp #tsitpedit #Jeremiah Fisher #my beautiful boy! #with his Disney Princess eyes #sa loves tsitp #sa makes gifs #Team Jeremiah's Happiness. Always. #i just want him to be happy #please let him be happy #I wish I were better at making really dark scenes look good- I feel like this looks really weird #I tried #someone needs to take photoshop away from me- I feel like I'm annoying everyone by making so many of these #but I physically cannot stop

[heyyyitsmegia]

OMG I AM FREAKIN CRYING RN!!!

#the summer i turned pretty #dawsons creek #jeremiah x belly #belly x jeremiah #jeremiah and belly #belly and jeremiah #jeremiah fisher #belly conklin #jelly #team jelly #bellyjere #tsitp #team jellyfish #team jeremiah #joey and pacey #pacey and joey #pacey x joey #joey x pacey #the parallels are killing me #i just 😭😭😭😭 #help 😭 #Instagram

[sharkara]

team conrad or team jeremiah???? i’m team belly go to therapy

#the summer i turned pretty #el verano en el que me enamoré #belly #belly x conrad #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #team jeremiah #team conrad #jeremiahandbelly #belly x jeremiah

[axtumnalcha0s]

it’s november 3rd and bellyjere is still the only thing i think about that brings me joy

#i need to move on PLEASE #the chokehold this show has on me is sickening #the summer i turned pretty #belly x jeremiah #bellyjere #jeremiah fisher #belly conklin #jelly #jeremiah x belly #tsitp #team jeremiah

[escapismqueen]

lololol why does it feel like ive seen u go from "im conflicted between both brothers" to "fuck b-nrad, jelly till i die" in a matter of days? I mean im not complaining but i just find it funny 😂

That’s legit been my experience omg 🤣🤣I’ve always been more team jere but I always felt conflicted and guilty for Conrad but then all of a sudden I was like actually no, who am I fooling, I’m so obviously team jelly and it’s staying that way 🤣It’s like I admitted it to myself and then all the puzzle pieces came together 🤣

That’s really cracked me up omg 🤣

#tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #team jelly #jeremiah fisher #belly conklin #jeremiah x belly #belly x jeremiah #call me out 🤣

[loveinsomesacredplace]

This is a positive and optimistic Jelly fandom space, remember the mantra is fuck those books, book 3 cannot hurt you, season 3 is a blank canvas - why not fill it with joy and light?

#defeatist shipping is the saddest flavor of shipping #babes as someone who has survived many a fandom war #endgame doesn’t mean SHIT #in your heart in your head #jelly will always be together and golden #do what i do: ship out of SPITE #through the valley of pointless hyperfixations i will fear no endgame #for the canonical text of the show s1 ep 5 and s2 ep 6 show me what it is to be loved and cherished #in s2 ep 7 and 8 pure love and sunshine and our lord Beyonce will comfort me #amen #team jelly #jelly bears #belly conklin #jeremiah fisher #belly x jeremiah #bellyjere #jeremiah x belly #So truly idgaf about a hypothetical fuckass ending

[ember-not-amber]

After everything that has happened in season 2 and the last episode of this season I am 99.99% sure that Jelly will be endgame.

I see Bonrad shippers saying “Belly and Jeremiah are better as friends, there is no chemistry between them” and I think that is just them being purposefully oblivious and ignorant to the very obvious romantic tension that has been between them this entire season. I think that even a person who is completely unbiased watching this show would be able to see it because the chemistry is 1000% there.

The only example I could think of where there would be a couple with zero chemistry would be two characters who are best friends that think that their platonic love for each other is romantic so they get together because they think they love each other and that definitely isn’t Belly and Jeremiah.

Also who doesn’t love the childhood best friends to lovers trope? Lots of people love it when two characters have been best friends since they were little and then later on in life they fall for each other. Where the hell were those people when The Summer I Turned Pretty came out?

#tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #team jelly #team jeremiah #anti bonrad #instagram Bonrad shippers infuriate the hell out of me #they’re like ‘have you read the books?’ ‘have you read the third book?’ ‘they’re better of as friends’ #‘jere is best friend material. nothing more.’ ‘girlies who read the books know the truth’ #istg one day I’m going to snap and read the books just so I can understand the original story better #and make a better argument against bonrad #tsitp show #tsitp season 2 #tsitp s2 #original post

[differentlyweird]

The Difference of The Summer I Turned Pretty Books

Spoilers for book 1

So I’m on chapter 41 of The Summer I turned Pretty (book 1) Was belly always this rude or am I reading it wrong? To me it seems like she doesn’t care about Cam Cameron at all (Which is totally understandable if she doesn’t like him). But some of the things that she thinks about him are so weird and rude, all because she’s angry at Conrad. Like she’s just using him. Like when he didn’t want to go skinny dipping with her and she said he was probably going to find a “a homeless person and become friends and then tomorrow he would tell me his life story” or something like that. She also thinks super rude things about the other girls in the books.

All because she has this huge crush on Conrad. Who by the way appears to be a complete dick in this book. The show actually made his character a lot better, and we understand why he was acting so horribly. The book however makes Conrad almost seem like a bully, even in the flashback memories when they were younger. It’s so different from the show. Which I knew it would be but WOW

I can say one thing for certain: Every single character in the book is better in the show. This is coming from a life longer reader. I always defend the book over the adaptation but Jenny Han is making it really difficult right now. Of course this may change as I keep reading but I just had to get this out there because I’ve never seen anyone talk about it .

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