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brokenjere · 5 months
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details (j.f)(pt.3)
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Thanksgiving, last year
I was sitting on the couch with my feet on the coffee table and a book in my hand when Conrad walked in. He leaned against the door jam with his hands in his pocket and I’m pretty sure he was watching me for a while before finally speaking up, but when he did, he had a smile on his face. “What are you doing hiding in here?” 
I held up my book for him to see the cover. I don’t think he read it, just nodded and started walking toward me. “I’m not hiding,” I said. “Just getting out of the way.” When Susannah was in the kitchen, everyone was just a waste of space. If you weren’t chopping or peeling, you had to go and I was doing neither. 
“Where’s Jere? He wasn’t in the kitchen.” I close my book with a bookmark and set it aside. 
“He’s probably upstairs,” I told him. Conrad lifted up my legs by my ankles and sat down next to me, putting my legs on his lap. His hands rested on my thighs. “I think he’s a little overwhelmed with everything that’s going on.” 
“What is that supposed to mean?” He scoffed and I shook my head. Of course, he didn’t know what I meant because he was never around anymore. He didn’t see all the stuff that Jeremiah did every day. He wouldn’t understand. 
“He’s just tired, is all. Taking care of your mom.” Conrad looked at me, his eyebrows knitted in confusion and he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. “She needs a lot of help these days.” 
“What do you mean? She’s in there right now cooking Thanksgiving dinner,” he said, a little laugh under his voice. 
“She’s making mashed potatoes and veggies. You didn’t see Jeremiah cooking the turkey all morning and feeding her health smoothies so she’d have enough energy to even do what she’s doing,” I told him. “She’s not doing well, Con.” 
“You don’t think I know that?” He whispers. 
“You don’t seem to act like it.” Hurt flashes across his face. “You’re just never around anymore.” I tried to keep my tone light so maybe his feelings don’t get hurt but I can tell that they are. He opened his mouth to speak but then Jeremiah’s voice booms from behind us. 
“Dinner is ready,” he said. We both turn to look at him. His blonde hair is still a curly mess but he tried today. He spent too long in the bathroom with his hair gel trying to make the curls fall in the right spot. His eyes dart between Conrad and I before they land on my legs on his lap. I shift uncomfortably, swinging my feet to the ground. 
“Let’s eat,” I said, standing up and tossing my book next to Conrad. I met Jeremiah in the door, taking his outstretched hand. I can’t help but notice Jeremiah watching Conrad on our way to the dining room. 
Later that night, Jeremiah told me he was going to football camp over the summer. “It’s our last summer in Cousins. With Susannah,” I said when he told me. His eyebrows crinkled and he shook his head at me. 
“My mom is going to die before we can go back to Cousins. You know that.” 
“Don’t say that,” I snapped but he wasn’t phased. He blinked slowly and sighed. “You don’t know that.”
“I do know that. And my dad wants me to go this year, finally. So I’m going to go.” He sounded so certain. Adam always asked Conrad to go to football camp. Conrad was always his star but now that Conrad quit, I guess Adam has no other option. I almost said this to him, just to hurt his feelings, but I didn’t. “I thought you’d be happy.” 
“Why would I be happy?” I asked. “You’ll be gone for three months.” 
“You supported Conrad when he went,” he spat. Always just when I think he’s over it, he throws it back in my face. Conrad. Always, always Conrad. 
“I didn’t care if I saw Conrad for three months or not.” Liar. “He’s not my boyfriend.” 
Jeremiah stood up and ran his hand through his curls. No longer perfectly placed but a disheveled mess. “I have to go check on my mom,” he said after a minute. He turned toward the door. 
“Conrad is in there with her,” I told him. After dinner, Conrad took her up to bed and has been locked in the room with her since. 
“Of course you’d know that.” 
“Oh, shut up!” I yelled. He turned, startled that I raised my voice. “Just stop with that.” His shoulders dropped and he crossed the room swiftly, wrapping me in his arms. I let him hug me and I hugged him back and we didn’t talk. 
Conrad went home the next day. He knocked on my front door, bags in hand and dropped them on the stoop when I opened the door. “Just wanted to say bye,” he said quietly. 
“I didn’t know you were leaving so soon.” 
“I just-” he stopped and looked at the ground and he didn’t have to finish. I knew what he was going to say before he said it. I pulled open the door a little further, just enough for him to squeeze inside the house. He did without question. 
My dad forced my mom to go Black Friday shopping with her so they’ve been gone for hours. I had the entire house to myself but I still led him upstairs. He collapsed onto my bed and covered his face in the crook of his elbow. “It’s better for both of them if you stay,” I said quietly. I always felt like I was walking on eggshells talking about Susannah when she was sick. I was always afraid of saying the wrong thing. 
“I can’t see her like that,” he said. “I kept that secret to myself for too long. I can’t handle it anymore.” His voice was muffled from his arm. I sat down next to him. So close his leg was touching mine. “Plus, Jeremiah acts like he couldn’t care less whether I’m here or not.” 
“That’s not true, you’re his brother.” Conrad peeks his eye out at me and I give him a look that makes him roll his eyes and cover them back up. 
“What are you going to do this summer when he’s gone?” He asked, changing the subject. I shrugged which makes the bed move up and down. “Maybe I can come home for a while.” 
“What are you going to do for the rest of break with no one else on campus?” I asked. It was his turn to shrug now which made me blow a laugh from my nose. 
“Lots of kids stay home for break. I’ll be back for Christmas.” I picked at my nails and thought about Conrad in a knitted sweater, his hair pulled down by a beanie. He stood up then and said, “I should get going.” I nodded and stood up with him, following him downstairs back to the front door. “Call Jere,” he said as we stood on the front porch. My hand gripped the door tighter. 
“I will.” He nodded and touched my wrist as a parting gesture. We no longer hug. Not since summer. I don’t close the door until his car is down the street. I pull out my phone and see three missed texts from Jeremiah. 
Hey, con left
Hello???
Where are you? 
I don’t call him, instead I put on my shoes and cross the lawn to his house. He’s sitting in the living room, his phone on the coffee table and the TV on quiet. He turned around at the sound of me entering and he smiled. My Jeremiah. My heart jumps at the way his eyes crinkle. “Susannah sleeping?” I asked and he nodded. I walk toward the couch to meet him and can’t help but notice the perfect view of my front porch.
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brokenjere · 6 months
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bad in the bones (ch.10) (c.f)
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“We have to get back,” Conrad says. My dress is still soaking wet, dripping onto the cement underneath me. Conrad’s hair drips water onto my forehead and I wipe it away with the back of my head. 
“Do we?” He gives me a lazy smile and extends his hand to me. “They’re going to kill us.” 
“And who’s fault is that?” He tilts his head to the side and I push my wet hair out of face. His hand finds my cheek and he presses his lips against mine softly. “I’m sure there are spare clothes somewhere around here,” he says. He leads me inside of the country club and instead of going down the hall, we take the stairs up to the second floor. “I think there’s a closet somewhere in here.” He pokes around the rooms, opening and shutting door when he doesn’t find what he wants. 
“We���re leaving a trail,” I laugh, looking behind us at the water drenching the carpet. 
“Hold your dress up higher,” he remarks. I do what I’m told but huff at him which makes him chuckle. “Here.” He opens the door to a dressing room. In the corner there are clothes hanging up on a rack with a row of vanities in the middle. “I think this is where the girls all got ready,” he tells me. I walk toward the row of dresses hanging up. They’re not all white, but most of them are which feels tacky to wear. Like wearing white at a wedding. “What are you going to wear?” I ask as he opens a wardrobe on the other side of the room. 
“The boys dressing room is a few doors down. I’ll go find something.” He pulls out a purple dress from the wardrobe and holds it out as if he’s trying to picture me in it. “Put this on. I’ll be right back.” He drapes the dress over one of the vanity chairs and then disappears out of the room. I strip out of my wet dress, leaving it in a pile on the floor and slip on the purple one. It’s silky and hugs my curves exactly where they need to be hugged. It’s a perfect fit. I brush out my hair with my fingers and fix my makeup with whatever I can find on the vanity but nothing I do is going to make me look like I didn’t just jump in the pool, but it’s better than nothing. 
I wander down the hallway until I find the only door that’s cracked open. I peek inside, trying not to make a noise. Conrad is standing in front of a wardrobe similar to the one he pulled my dress out of trying to untie his tie from around his neck. “Need some help?” I ask quietly. He smiles when he sees me and nods his head. He’s still wearing his wet suit, the fabric damp under my fingertips as I undo the knot. 
“That dress looks beautiful on you,” he whispers. I drop the tie to our feet and work the jacket off of his shoulders. 
“Thank you,” I whisper back without looking up at him. The jacket drops to the ground and I start undoing the buttons of his shirt. “We gotta get you out of these wet clothes, huh?” I can feel his heart beating faster under my hands and he nods slowly. He dips his head so our noses touch and then we’re kissing again. My fingers stop working out the buttons and instead they’re gripping his shirt and pulling him closer to me. His hands grip my hips and we stumble backward until we hit one of the vanities, the edge of it ramming into my lower back but I don’t feel it. 
Conrad lifts me up and sets me down on the vanity, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I open my mouth and let him in, his tongue taking over my own. His hands slid up my thigh and under my dress, his fingertips pressing into my skin. I don’t bother trying to undo the buttons of his shirt anymore, I just rip it open and off his body, desperate to feel his skin on mine. 
Conrad pulls away from me, leaving me cold and empty. A moan escapes my lips at his absence and she smiles, tracing his thumb along my swollen bottom lip. “I don’t have anything,” he says. “I’m sorry.” 
I shake my head. “We should get back anyway, huh?” I ask. I think he can feel the disappointment in my voice because he kisses me once again, this time soft and sweet, and nods. “Then let’s get you changed.” 
Our table is empty when we return. I stop just clear of the door and when it slams shut behind us, I feel the entire room looking at us. But they’re not really. They’re looking at our people - Belly, Jeremiah, Susannah, and Laurel. They’re all huddled in a group. Jeremiah and Belly’s backs are to us. Susannah looks like she’s crying. While my feet stay put, Conrad’s move him as fast as possible to his mom. 
I can’t hear anything over the music but I can tell they’re all angry. Or sad. Conrad’s face is all scrunched up and he’s holding his hands out to his brother as if he needs to steady him but Jeremiah’s shoulders are tense. Belly’s shoulders slouch and Jeremiah yells, “you knew! You knew and you didn’t tell me!” 
“Jeremiah,” Conrad says more like a warning than anything. Jeremiah’s hands are on Conrad before Conrad finishes speaking and they’re tumbling around, a mess of flailing limps. Susannah is crying and begging her boys to stop and I snap back. I was hoping I was imagining it all but the cries are real and the fists hitting faces are real. 
“What is going on?” I ask Belly when I reach her side. I raise my voice above Laurel crying for the boys to stop. Jeremiah is on the ground with Conrad on top of him, trying to pin him down. Belly doesn’t speak. Her lower lip quivers and she looks like she’s going to cry but can’t do anything to stop it. I’m about to put my arm around her but then Jeremiah gets a punch in and now Conrad is on the ground and instead of my arms going to Belly, they’re reaching for Conrad.
Susannah grabs Jeremiah by his shoulders and he softens at her touch but when I grab Conrad, he jerks away from me. Our eyes meet and I can see him soften, just a little bit, but then his face goes stoic. “My mom is sick,” he says. “Her cancer is back and I knew this whole time.” I open my mouth to speak but he doesn’t let me. “Jeremiah just found out. While we were out there, in the pool making out, he found out.” He shoves a finger toward in the direction of the pool. 
“I didn’t know,” I mumble, shaking my head. I reach for him instictively and he takes a step back, shaking his head at me. 
“Of course you didn’t know. No one knew and he shouldn’t have had to find out like this. I should have never left with you. This was a mistake from the beginning, you even said it yourself.” I think my heart bursts inside of my chest. Cracks, actually. My heart explodes. Disintergrates. Completely combusts. 
“You don’t mean that,” I whisper. I’m suddenly very, very aware of all the eyes on us. Belly’s eyes on us. 
“I do.” He gives me a curt nod and then turns around and walks away. 
I feel like the walls are moving further and further away from me and I’m left, all alone, in the middle of the dance floor. I feel like I did when we were in the boat, paddling through the water except I’m paddling alone and going in circles. 
“You and Conrad?” It’s Belly that speaks to me first. At least, she’s the only voice I can hear. “You and fucking Conrad?” She repeats harder this time, spitting at me as she speak. I don’t want to look at her, but I do. I look at the tears in her eyes, the red flush on her cheeks, and her shaking hands.  
“Belly,” I breathe. “Belly let me explain.” I start to beg her. I’m practically going to my knees but she throws her hands up and storms away. 
I sat outside of Belly’s door all night. At first, I was knocking and begging for her to open it and let me talk. I begged her to listen to me. I could hear her shuffling for hours but eventually, it all went quiet and I was sure she fell asleep, but I kept whispering to her. Hoping that she would open the door. Eventually, she did. She opened the door so fast I fell backward, barely catching myself with my hands. “You’re still out here?” 
“I didn’t think you’d open the door,” I told her honestly. She shrugged and opened the door further, silently inviting me in. I scrambled to my feet and went into her room and she shut the door behind me. “Thank you.” 
“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked before I could finish my sentence. She crossed her arms over her chest, closing herself off to me almost completely. 
“How could I?”
“You’re my cousin. My best friend,” she pleaded, dropping her arms at her side. 
I stepped toward her but she stepped away so I stopped. “You could have told me.”
“You would have been upset. I didn’t want to upset you. I know how you feel about him.” I tried to quiet my voice to a whisper but Belly didn’t want to be quiet. Her voice was harsh and stern. 
“I’m upset anyway. Were you ever going to tell me? Or just be with him behind my back until we went home? And then what? You’re my family but so is he.” I knew what she was insinuating. That I would leave him after summer was over and never tell her. “You should have told me.”
“You’re right.” I threw up my hands. “You’re right, I should have told you but I fell in love with him, okay? And I panicked. If I had told you and you told me not to be with him, I wouldn’t be with him and that thought alone scared me more than anything.” Belly’s face softened for a moment and I felt the breath I was holding in release itself. “I’m sorry.” 
“You would have stopped if I asked you to?” She asked and I nodded. She sighed and walked over to me, plopping herself down on the bed next to me. I hesitated, but sat down too. 
“Belly, you’re my family. I can’t help that we fell in love but I should have told you.” She nodded and then put her arm around me and it was over. Just like that. No yelling, no screaming. She was just my Belly again. 
“I would never have told you to stop seeing him,” she whispered. 
“Well, I’m pretty sure we’re over anyway,” I told her. I just kept picturing his face in my mind. The way he glared at me before leaving me all alone. “I doubt he wants anything to do with me. Besides, that’s the least of his worries right now. Me and him.” 
I could see the way her face fell. I put my head on her shoulder and she put her head on mine and we sat there in silence for a long time before eventually, we fell asleep in her bed. 
The sunrise woke me up the next morning. Belly was still fast asleep next to me so I slid out of her room quietly and walked down to the beach. The path to the beach is quiet and it’s not yet scorching hot out. When I reach the sand, I take my shoes off and that’s when I see him. He’s sitting in the sand leaning back on his hands and watching the waves crash. I almost turn around. I think I should turn around. But I don’t. 
“Fancy meeting you out here,” I tease quietly, hoping not to startle him. He barely flinches. I stand behind him and wait for him to acknowledge me before inviting myself to join him. He waits so long to say anything I almost leave. 
“You stalking me or something?” I think I feel a weight leave my shoulders when he talks. His voice no longer screams in my head in anger. “You can sit down.” 
“I wasn’t sure.” I hesitate still but sit down next to him. “I don’t know what to say,” I admit. I want to put my hand on his shoulder. I want to look him in the eyes and see the same thing that I saw just yesterday at the pool but all I can do is sit as still as a statue and watch the water. 
“I should apologize.”
Conrad stays quiet. I feel him breathing next to me. I know he’s thinking about what to say because his eyebrows are knitted together and he’s chewing the inside of his mouth. “I’m sorry I distracted you this weekend. I’m sorry that this was your last summer here with your family and I ruined it.” I rush out all my words before I can regret them. “I hope that you don’t regret us but we can forget this ever happened.” I stand up, shake the sand off my clothes and start to turn away. 
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” His words shoot through me like knives. “Forget this ever happened? I love you. I can’t forget that.” I don’t turn around because I can’t look at him. I think I might break if I do. He loves me. “You didn’t ruin this summer. You made it bearable. It’s not your fault I didn’t tell Jeremiah. Please look at me,” he begs. 
“I can’t look at you because if I look at you then I’m never going to leave and I have to leave,” I tell him. Laying in Belly’s bed, I made the choice to go home. It’s already set in stone in my mind and I know that if I look at him, I’m going to change my mind. “We shouldn’t be together, Con.” 
“Stay as my friend,” he rushes out.  “I need you.” 
“I can’t just be your friend.” His hand wraps around my wrist and he spins me
around so I have to look at him. I swear there are tears in his eyes that he’s blinking away. “I can’t be your friend,” I repeat. His eyes dance from my eyes to my lips and I know he doesn’t want to be just friends. 
“Why can’t we be together?” 
“The same reasons that we should never have gotten together in the first place. Belly and your mom and all this shit you’re dealing with that you’re not focused on because of me.” Conrad rolls his eyes and cups my face with his hands and I can’t help but lean into him, at least just a little bit. 
“I need you,” he tells me again. “Please don’t go.” 
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brokenjere · 6 months
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Heyyyy
When are u going to post more chapters for bad in the bones cuz IM HOOKED I loved and ommg your writing in AMAZING
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Im working on it, I promise! Sorry it’s been taking so long, but I hope to get it done in the next week or so🩵🩵
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brokenjere · 6 months
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Next part of Details should be out soon 🤗🤗
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brokenjere · 7 months
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details (a seventeen going under story)(j.f)(ch.2)
details (a seventeen going under story)(j.f) (ch.2)
a/n: hey all! thanks for your patience with waiting for chapter two! hopefully you all enjoy it and let me know what you think or if you wanna be tagged in the next part!! I'll be working on updating my masterlist so hopefully that will be fully up to date shortly. love you all!!!
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My birthday was in September. Only a few weeks after we got back from Cousins. Susannah was still as healthy as she had been all summer, so she threw the biggest party I’d ever seen her throw. It was bigger than either of the boys’ sixteenth birthday. Bigger than my sixteenth birthday. She rented an entire ballroom and hired a catering service and a DJ. It was everything that I hated but she was so happy planning it, it almost felt like her dying wish. 
Jeremiah sat at the end of my bed as I riffled through my clothes trying to pick out an outfit. He wasn’t much help because he said everything I picked out looked good The third outfit that I held up was a blue dress that hit just above my knees. When he said, “you’d look beautiful in that” again, I huffed it at him. He laughed as he caught the hanger. 
“What’s with the attitude?” He asked. 
I stood in front of him with my hands on my hips and tilted my head to the side, “you’re supposed to help me pick an outfit and you’re not helping me by telling me everything looks good.” Jeremiah smiled at me like he always did with crooked lips and soft eyes. 
“But you do look good in everything,” he said. “But maybe I’ll get a better idea if you put it on.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I rolled my eyes. 
“Not a chance.” He gawked at me and grabbed my wrist, pulling me in between his legs. I let him and my arms naturally fell over his shoulders. 
“Not even a small, minuscule one?” 
“You know what minuscule means?” I teased him. He faked a laugh and his hands squeezed the back of my thighs. He was perfect and I kissed him making him fall back onto my bed with me on top. 
I wore the blue dress to my party with a gold necklace that had the letter J hanging right right below my clavicle. Jeremiah draped it around my neck when he met me outside of the venue. His fingertips grazed my skin as he clasped it around my neck. His hands rested on my bare shoulders and he kissed my cheek and said, “forever, you’re mine.” I believed him and when we took photos together in the photo booth, he kissed my neck and I threw my head back laughing. He tucked both copies into his back pocket and when we got home later that night, he secured it into the frame of my mirror and we fell asleep tangled up together in the sheets. 
Now as I stare at the photo, instead of my heart swelling with fond memories, it fills with dread. I grab it and shove it in the bag I packed for Brown. I throw it over my shoulder and head downstairs where my parents are pretending that they weren’t waiting for me to come down. I hear the shuffle of my dad grabbing his crossword puzzle book from his lap in a hurry as I round the corner. “I’m going to go see Conrad at school, okay?” I tell them. 
My mom blinks at me. “Oh.” 
“Oh?” 
“I just didn’t know you and Conrad were still talking. Considering.” She shrugs loosely and gives
me a sad smile. Considering. 
“Conrad and I are still friends, Mom.”
“She didn’t mean anything by it, sweetheart. How long are you planning on staying?” My dad
asks. I turn my head to look at him and he looks so eager. So hopeful. 
“The weekend. I should be home by Monday.” He nods and my mom blows me a kiss. They yell at me to be careful as I leave out the front door. 
Brown’s campus is even more beautiful than the way Conrad describes it on the phone. It’s a little overwhelming, if I’m being honest. I stand in front of my car watching all the students pass by me with purpose and hesitate to ask one of them for directions. That’s when I see him. Walking toward me in a striped, collared shirt with a grin plastered on his face. “There she is,” he calls. He runs toward me, closing the gap between us. His arms wrap around my waist and he spins me around a few times which makes me laugh. When I land back on my feet he says, “I feel like it’s been far too long since I’ve seen you.” 
“It’s only been a few weeks,” I remind him. 
“Feels like forever.” Conrad looks down at me and smiles. His hands grip my biceps and he pulls me in for another hug. I feel my body relax against his chest, something that my body has refused to do for the last few weeks. I try to remember the last time I saw him. I remember what he was wearing, the way his hair looked, the look on his face as I ran out of the house in tears. “I’ll show you to my dorm and then we can go get lunch,” he says and releases me. 
The walk to his dorm is short but the campus is beautiful. I feel his eyes on me the entire time we’re walking. His arm brushes against mine and his eyes stare down at me willing for mine to meet them. I don’t. 
His door has a blank whiteboard on it and I almost think that’s more fitting than him writing his name on it. His roommate is gone so when the door closes, we’re alone and suddenly it all feels too quiet. “How did your last chemistry test go?” I ask as I stand awkwardly in the doorway. Conrad carried my bag the entire way and it’s now lying at the foot of his bed, his hand still lingering on the straps. 
He chuckles and says, “it went well, thanks for helping me study.” 
“Anytime.” He smiles at me and waves me toward him. I take the few short steps across the room and he hugs me one more time, this time as tight as his arms will allow. 
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brokenjere · 7 months
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details (a seventeen going under story)(j.f)(ch.1)
details (a seventeen going under story)
a/n: hello everyone!! i hope you all enjoy this new story. It's a continuation of seventeen going under, so if you haven't read that yet I encourage you to do so! I'm trying to follow the story line of book/season 2 but obviously, it's going to be different. Let me know what you all think!!
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Susannah died at the beginning of June. The call came late one night as I was fast asleep, but Jeremiah’s empty breathing woke me up. I immediately knew something was wrong and ran next door without putting any shoes on. The boys were sitting on the couch in the dark not speaking. They looked like statues, I thought at that moment. Little wax figures forever frozen in time when their mom was still alive, but they were not. They were alive. 
They both turned to look at me when the front door swung shut. Jeremiah’s eyes were puffy and red. Neither of them looked like they had gotten any sleep for days, maybe. We all knew it was coming soon - her death. She was slowly getting worse and worse, it was only a matter of time. I kissed Jeremiah in the doorway as he left for the hospital to see her. Neither of us knew it would be the last time he saw her. If I had known, I’d have kissed him a little harder. 
If I had known that everything would change that night, I would have hugged him a little bit harder. I would have locked him in the house and not let him leave. I would have strapped our ankles together so that he could never leave me, but he did. He did leave me. And now, I’m sitting on the back porch watching the rain poor down flooding the grass. 
“Dinner is ready,” my mom calls from inside of the kitchen. She always likes to keep the back door open when it rains. “Come inside before you get a cold.”
“It’s too warm out for me to get a cold,” I tell her once I’m inside. She pushes a plate toward me on the counter with a sad smile. She’s been pitying me for weeks it feels like. Always giving me sad smiles and hugging me for longer than normal. Shouldn’t she be the one grieving? She lost her best friend. She watched her person die right in front of her eyes and she’s the one comforting me? I pick at the chicken with my fork but don’t eat it. “I’m not hungry.” 
“You have to eat something.” My dad comes in from the other room, kissing the top of my head once before rounding the island and kissing my mom on the cheek. She leans into him and my stomach turns. 
“I ate lunch.” I push the plate away. “I’m just going to go to sleep.” I can feel both of them watching me as I walk away with their sad eyes and wallowing stares. Being upstairs doesn’t make me feel much better. He’s all over the place up here. His clothes are in my closet, his shoes under my bed, and the notebook he gave me on the desk. I flip it open to the last page. Big, white, and empty. I’ve been meaning to pack up all his stuff for weeks now, but I can’t bring myself to do it. One minute I was packing for Cousins and the next Susannah is dead and Jeremiah is no longer my Jeremiah.
My phone starts to ring in my hand. I know who it is before I even look at the screen so I answer it, but I don’t speak. “Y/N,” he says softly. “I can hear you breathing.” I lay back on my bed and try to stop breathing. I hold my breath until my lungs start to burn. “Did you eat today?” 
“Don’t start doing that,” I whisper. 
“Doing what?” 
“Talking to my mom and checking up on me. She already talks to me like she’s walking on eggshells I don’t need you to do it now, too. You’re the one grieving.” I can picture Conrad now, rolling his eyes because all he ever does is care for other people he couldn’t imagine not doing it. Not even now. “I should be asking you if you’re eating.” 
“I ate a burger about 30 minutes ago. I can feel it traveling through my digestive tract as we speak,” he says. I can hear the smile on his face. 
“Good.” Conrad calls me every day at the same time for the last month. Sometimes we sit in silence and sometimes we don’t but he never hangs up first. It’s been exactly 32 days since I’ve seen Jeremiah. 32 days since I have heard his voice, although Conrad’s is similar. Similar but not the same. 32 days since I have felt his hands on me and exactly 30 days since his mother’s funeral and 28 days since Susannah died. My mom keeps telling me that time heals all wounds but how can I believe her when I feel like it just keeps getting worse and worse?
“When are you coming back to visit? They’re doing prospective student tours next week. Figured you could come then and tag along.” he suggests. It’s been a while since I’ve been out of the house and I think he knows that. He’s been trying to get me to visit him at school for weeks now but I keep blowing him off. I shouldn’t be, I know that but the thought of leaving the perimeter of my house feels very similar to dying. 
 “I’ll think about it,” I tell him. “Look, I should probably-” 
“Jeremiah asked about you.” We both say the same time. His words stop me in more ways then
one. I sit up and grip my phone harder. My voice stops, my breathing stops, and I’m pretty sure my heart stops. 
“What did he say?” My voice cracks and I clear my throat. “What did he want?” 
“He asked me how you were doing,” he tells me. “He asked me if you ask about him.” 
“Did you tell him that I don’t?” I don’t recognize my own voice. I keep talking about him to a minimum because when I do, it feels like my entire body is falling apart. Conrad sighs on the other side of the phone and he doesn’t reply. “What did you tell him?” 
“I told him that you were.” he hesitates. “That you were you. You were okay.” I stop myself from picturing how he was doing in that house all alone. Just him and Adam. I have to stop myself because if I’m afraid of what will happen if I don’t. “You were going to tell me that you’re hanging up, right? Before I said that.”
“Yes.” 
“Don’t hang up yet, okay?” His voice cracks so I don’t hang up. I don’t hang up for what feels like hours but we sit together all night long until eventually I fall asleep listening to him breathing. 
When Susannah got really sick, the worse I’ve ever seen her, being around the house was hard. Conrad hardly seemed to be around. It was his first year at Brown, so we all let it slide when he didn’t come home on weekends or make it to her doctor’s appointments. Jeremiah or my mom always took her. Laurel came down a lot, too but Jeremiah always got the worst of it it seemed like. One day, I came over to find him with his head in a pile of bills. 
“That’s not your responsibility,” I told him when he told me that he was sorting through the bills and trying to pay them off. 
“It’s just one less thing she has to worry about, you know? Conrad isn’t going to do it.” His voice was tense and unlike the Jeremiah that I loved. I put my hand on his shoulder and kissed the top of his head. 
“You have a dad,” I reminded him. He half smiled at me and took my hand off his shoulder. He held it tightly and kissed my knuckles. “Lets go get some food,” I suggested. “We can bring your mom home something.” 
“Normal food makes her nauseous.” There was a lot of things Susannah couldn’t do anymore. She barely could get out of bed. It was like seeing a stranger toward the end. She still smelled the same, her smile was still the same. She said all the things that Susannah said but she wasn’t Susannah. She wasn’t dancing around the house with the radio on in her apron. She wasn’t gardening in the backyard with dirt on her cheek. She was living off of saltine crackers and chicken noodle soup. 
“Then we’ll bring her back a cup of water. Come on.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the dinning room table. I felt guilty sometimes. Taking Jeremiah away from his mom like that but he didn’t deserve to sit here and grieve her before she was already gone while Conrad was off living his life. Sometimes I found him smiling. A real smile, the kind you only get when you’re really, really happy. His eyes would light up and he’d be him again. But then, everything hits him all at once and he’s sad again. 
He almost didn’t even go to prom with me. We had everything planned. Susannah even picked out the corsage but at the last minute he showed up at my door crying. “How can I go out and have fun while my mom is dying?” He said through his tears. I didn’t have an answer to that so I just let him cry but the next night, he showed up in his suit and tie with the corsage in his hand and it was perfect. It felt like nothing had changed. 
But of course, everything was changing.
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I’m 15 minutes into the last episode and I’m SCREAMING AT CONRAD HES SO SASSY I LOVE
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I had every intention on writing tonight and my laptop is dead 🪦
It’s a secret project 🫣🫣
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brokenjere · 8 months
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I need someone to talk about this with
The way I’m SCREAMING at the end of this ep pls 🤚🏼🤚🏼
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The way I’m SCREAMING at the end of this ep pls 🤚🏼🤚🏼
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hii can i ask a conrad x fem!reader fic where it’s like the fireplace scene but it has smut? ty <3
Back To December
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Warnings: smut, p in v, dirty talk, 18+, sex, oral, unprotected
A/N: this is unedited and I just whipped this up :)
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It was late, Conrad picked you up and headed down to the Cape. It was the middle of winter, lightly snowing. The ride wasn’t too long from Boston you guys talked the whole way there without a moment of silence.
“I’m glad you wanted to come” He looks over at you. You reached over and held his hand in yours. “Me too.” You smiled at him. He gave you a squeeze.
“Conrad it’s fucking freezing in here!” You giggled as you walked into the summer home. It was exactly how you guys had left it. A shiver ran down your spine, his hands slipped around your waist and he rested his head on your shoulder. You leaned your head back into his chest.
“I’ll go start a fire, go get some blankets and snacks.” He pressed a kiss into your cheek. “Okay.” You smiled. He walked off into the living room and you went upstairs to grab as many blankets as you could. You laid them down infront of the fire and looked for some snacks.
“Con, there’s no food here.” You chuckled. “Ah fuck, whatever come sit.” He smiled at you as he laid down a blanket. You walked over to him and he pulled you close wrapping a blanket around the two of you. You nestled into his side and pressed a kiss on his arm.
“It feels so weird being here.” You say looking into the fire. He stayed silent for a moment and sighed. “Yea, it’s like a completely different place. It’s weird without everyone being here.” He says staring into the fire. “Yea.” You agreed.
The two of you were quiet, the only sound filling the room was from the crackling of the fireplace. He pulled you closer into him. His hand slowly moving up your thigh. You breathed in deeply to compose yourself.
He looked down at you and his hand was under your chin. He tilted your face up to his and he kissed you. He gently bit at your lower lip intensifying the kiss. His hand slipped up your shirt in clipping your bra, slowly he pulled your shirt off.
“Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He murmured as he pulled his shirt off. He upped your breasts in his hands, He gently massaged them illiciting moans from you.
Softly he laid you down and didn’t break the kiss. He kissed from your lips down your chest. His lips attached to your nipple and he sucked leaving small marks on you.
“Fuck” you moaned.
“You like that?” He looked up as you smirking.
“Mhm” you hummed biting your lip.
He leaned back over you and kissed you, he pulled off your pants along with his leaving the two of you in your underwear. He leaned back in and grinded against your throbbing core, you felt his hard cock against you. You dug your nails into his shoulders deeper every time he rubbed against your clit.
“Con please, I need you.” You say pulling back from him. “Shh be patient and let me make you feel good.” He smirked. “No, I cant. I need you in me please!” You whine.
He pushed your legs open and his head was between your legs, his arms were wrapped around your h thighs. His warm breath on your soaked core sent a shiver down your spine making you jolt.
His grip tightened around your legs. He licked a long strip between your soaked folds darting his tongue between you. His grip loosened and he used one hand to work you. He pushed his middle and index finger into you pumping in and out as he curled them.
“Holy fuck” you moaned out. You rolled your hips onto him needing and wanting more. His mouth engulfed your pussy, his tongue danced around your clit. Your back was arched against the ground and murmurs fell from your lips as he took you into bliss. You grinded up against him, your clit throbbing more than ever. So sensitive and tender.
“Such a sweet taste.” He mumbled against you as he sucked. He traced his name into you and your hands making a home in his hair gently tugging on him.
“God I cant get enough of you.” He says pausing for a moment. His tongue darted against your clit as he curled into you. Each time he pulled his fingers out you felt the juices pooling out of you. “Keep doing that oh my fuck.” You moaned. He twisted his fingers as he pushed in and his mouth never let up. When he started to suck on your clit your leg twitched, harder and faster. “Con I’m gonna fucking cum!” You screeched. “Don’t stop!” You yelled out. He pulled off of you and rubbed your clit fast until you came. You screamed loudly and your body finally relaxed against the floor.
He crawled back unbetween your legs and kissed you, you felt him smirk against you “now I get to fuck you.” You perched up on your elbows and looked at him and say “not until I get to taste you.”
His eyes widened and he cocked an eyebrow “oh really?” “Yea really, no stand up for me.” You smiled as you moved into your knees. He stood up in-front of you and you pulled down his boxers, his cock springing out in your face. You took him in your hand a pumped him before you brought his tip up to your mouth. You picked a long strip up his shaft and put only his tip in your mouth. Your tongue swirled around covering him.
“Fuckkk y/n, it’s taking everything in me not to face fuck you.” He chuckled. You looked up at him and brought him in deeper coating his cock with your saliva. You moved against him and used your hand to pump what you couldn’t fit. His stomach muscles were tightening againt your face. You hummed moans against him making his cock twitch in your mouth.
“Keep doing that and I’ll cum.” He says as he balled your hair up in his fist . You moved faster but focused on his tip, creating a suction around him. He guided you and pushed you farther than you thought you could handle. Spit was stringing from him to you, and started coming out the sides of your mouth.
“Fuck y/n I’m gonna cum on those pretty lips.” He warned. His movements were slow as he came in your mouth and around your lips. You looked up at him and licked your lips and swallowed as he had told you to do before.
He kneeled down and helped you sit down, he connected his lips to your and passionately kissed you. He slowly laid you back down. He paused and looked at you. The fire illuminated his skin and filled the room with a warm feeling. He pushed your legs open and teased your entrance with his tip. He rubbed his tip over your entrance and clit making you jerk under him. He wanted to tease you. Pushing his tip in then pulling out, making you moan. He sunk deeply into you stretching you out. He slowly grinded into you, his hips against yours.
“Oh my god!” You moaned when he hit your gspot. You wrapped one of your legs around his body as he thrusted into you, he hit you deeper.
“You feel so fucking good, god.” He mumbled as he leaned in to kiss you. “Yea?” You smirked up at him. “Mhm.” He says and he thrusted harder. Your mouth gapped open and heavy breaths came from the both of you. You felt yourself tighter around him, everything becoming more and more sensitive with each and every thrust. It was building up.
“I’m gonna cum, please keep going.” You say as you dug your nails deeper into him. “Wasn’t gonna stop.” He says as he fucked into you. He life’s your leg over his shoulder and moved slow but deeper into you. “Fuck!” You screamed as the pleasure got more intense. Your body felt tingly and warm like you were about to explode.
“Cum baby, cum.” He says as he slows himself down. Your body froze, you came down from your high and your body relaxed. He laid down next to you and pulled the blanket over your bodies. You rolled onto your side and he pulled your bum against him. He played with your hair and kissed your cheek.
“I love you con.” You turned to look back at him. “I love you y/n.” He smiled and kissed you.
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I would like to see Belly develop into a person with interests outside of Conrad and Jeremiah. I want to see her character grow into her own person; cuz right now her entire narrative is her relationship with the brothers. The writers need to do more for her character development. She's so one noted and at her core, not very interesting.
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Snow on the beach | Conrad Fisher
Pairings: Conrad Fisher x reader
Warnings: smut, protected sex
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The drive to Cousins beach house was always one filled with excitement and anticipation, but never as much as you had felt right now on this particular drive on a cold winters night.
Conrad’s hand has been resting on your thigh, rubbing circular motions onto your skin while you were leaning against the window taking the familiar scenery in.
It was odd seeing cousins lit up with Christmas decorations and people wrapped up in jackets and warm clothing instead of swimming suits. You’ve spent every summer here for as long as you could remember but you’ve never been during the winter until now.
Conrad and you planned this trip before winter break and every day seemed to drag by slowly for you until this moment. It had taken everything in you not to run out of the house when he told you he was outside waiting.
You had to be careful not to wake your mom as you snuck out. You left a note on the counter to ease their worries, but you knew your mother was going to be furious with you. Being with Conrad made it hard to care about that at all though. All you could think about was Conrad and how happy you were to be with him again.
It wasn’t much longer before the two of you were pulling into the driveway and hurriedly making your way inside. Conrad immediately goes to start a fire while you grab blankets out of the closet to create a pile on the living room floor for the two of you.
You feel Conrad walk behind you, linking his arms around you to give you the tightest hug he could. “I’ve missed you.” He mumbles against your neck taking a moment to breathe you in.
"I missed you too, Con. So much." You lean your head back against his chest and smile up at him before turning around to wrap your arms around him too. It still doesn't feel like this is real to you. Finally being in his arms again and at Cousins beach together alone. You really didn't want this night to end, didn't want to be anywhere other than here with him in this moment.
"It's snowing." Conrad says and you immediately lift your head up off of his chest to look out of the same window he's looking out of. Your face lights up and you take his hand, rushing over to the window to get a closer look.
"Let's go play in it!" you excitedly say, turning to face Conrad who's looking a bit reluctant at first. But the moment he sees the cute little pout on your face, he can't resist. The two of you rush to the mudroom to put on your jackets. As you do, Conrad and you both are now excited.
The snow on the beach is beautiful. All the times you've been on this beach before, you've never seen it look like this. As you're taking it all in, you don't notice Conrad creeping behind you until he's lifted you up, your legs around his face and you can't help but to laugh. When he sits you down, you two run around chasing each other, playing like two little kids.
By the time you two make your way inside the beach house, the two of you are freezing. Luckily, the fire he started earlier has warmed up the place. The two of you curl up on the floor next to the fire trying to warm up, Conrad placing soft kisses to your neck as you two do this.
"Even your lips are freezing." You laugh as you playfully move away from him. Conrad laughs too before pulling you back to him.
"Thats why I need you to warm them up for me." Conrad smiles before nuzzling his nose against yours. You lean forward, smiling too, before kissing his lips. Unlike any other kisses the two of you have shared before, this one isn't short and sweet. It's urgent and needy, the two of you trying to show the other just how much you've missed each other.
“I’m nervous” you speak softly, glancing at him in the dimmed lit room as he pulls away from your lips to look at you. Your heart is pounding, face flushed. You know this time isn’t like any other moments you’ve had with him. You can feel what’s going to happen tonight and so can he. But only if you let it. It's all up to you, Conrad would make sure of it.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, okay? This.. this right here is enough for me. Just being with you is enough for me,” Conrad tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
The way he looks at you shows just how much he means it, how much he cares about your comfort and wanting to do this right with you. “No. No I didn’t mean I didn’t want to not do it. I do. You have no idea how badly I do. I’m just nervous. I want to do this right."
Conrad nods and he slowly moves his hand to your cheek, cupping your face. "I want to do this right too. We'll go slow. I want this to be all about you, whatever you need is what we'll do."
You smile at him and then your lips are pressed against his again. This time, he slowly moves on top of you as you lay down on pile of blankets you put on the floor. Conrad lets your soft fingers trail under his shirt before he helps you take it off. Then he skims his hands under your own shirt. You lift your arms, allowing him to pull it off of you in one swift movement.
Conrad can't help but to suck in a breath at you in your bra only. He'd been dreaming about this just as much as you have. He knew you were beautiful, but seeing you like this was breathtaking. He almost didn't know how much he'd be able to take. The fact that you'd be fully naked in front of him in a few seconds has his heart beating quickly.
The two of your guy's clothes comes off soon and he's pressing gentle kisses against you before he looks at you for confirmation that you still want this before he takes it any further. The moment you tell him yes, he grabs a condom and puts it on before his cock is slowly entering you as you whine and moan. He's gentle, taking his time and letting you get used to the feeling of him inside of you whispering soft praises against your skin as he uses his mouth and fingers to explore all the parts of your skin he has yet to touch until now.
Soon the uncomfortable feeling fades and the pleasure starts to take over. You roll your hips and Conrad takes this as an okay for him to move inside you. He starts slow and gentle, not wanting to rush things. Your legs wrap around his waist, and you moan against his shoulder as you lose yourself to the pleasure you're feeling.
"You feel so good, y/n" Conrad groans as he continues to thrust inside you, slowly starting to go faster. "So good and all for me."
You can't help but to moan even louder, your whole body filled with desire and love for him. Your arms wrap tightly around his neck, kissing him deeply as you continue to let yourself go and give in to the pleasure that he was making you feel. "Con... I think I'm close."
Conrad nods, kissing and nibbling your skin softly before letting go as he continues to keep moving, your words making him move even faster inside you. "Cum for me then, pretty girl. Want you to before I do."
You moan his name, eyes tightening shut as you feel yourself nearing the edge. He kisses your lips again before your foreheads rest against each other's. He holds you close as you cum. He thrust a few more times in you before he finishes too, both of you panting now. He stills inside of you, but it takes a moment before he very carefully slides out of you, discarding the condom before he lays with you once more, wrapping his arms around you.
"Was it good? Did you enjoy it?" Conrad asks nervously. You can't help the smile on your face, fearing you may never rid of it after what the two of you just did.
"Are you kidding, Con? That was perfect. Feels like I'm flying in a dream" you say softly.
Conrad laughs softy, the nervousness he felt eases and is replaced with love for you, never wanting this moment to end with you. "I'm kidnapping you and bringing you to Cousins more often."
"Sounds good with me." You smile before kissing him once stealing his shirt and putting it on before you snuggle against him.
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I've had this in my drafts since December and never finished it but I edited a few parts to be similar to scenes from the show lol. Hope you guys enjoy <3
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Seventeen going under (j.f)
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Synopsis: YN has been the Fisher's neighbor since she was in diapers. Jeremiah Fisher has been her best friend for as long as she could remember. He was always her person. This summer was different, though. Things were different. Mistakes were made and lies were told. The carefree Cousins summer that they all longed for all year long, seemed to be crashing down around them and YN could no longer hold it all up.
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bad in the bones (c.f)
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synopsis: Yn joins her cousin Belly for her annual trip to Cape Cod, post heart shattering break up, hoping that the salt air will make her forget. It wasn’t the ocean that made her heart melt back together, it was the boy that was swimming in it. The same boy that her cousin loved.
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stick season (c.f)
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Synopsis: the Conrad you loved was fun, adventurous, and loyal. he had a fierceness that you could not escape. you were certain he was the one. forever. you didn’t expect that Susannah’s death would change him in all the worst ways. inspired by stick season by noah kahan
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couldn't be more in love (c.f)
strangers again (c.f)
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dating jeremiah fisher would include.
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To all my Jeremiah girlies, this is for you. I think I'm falling in love with him.
TW/Tags: Suggestive content.
JEREMIAH's MASTERLIST.
This guy will love you with every letter in the word. I'm serious.
Like, the best boyfriend in the whole wide world.
He's available whenever you need him.
Need to do something but don't want to? He got you, he'll do it for you.
Do you need someone to take you somewhere but you don't know who? Done, he will be your personal chauffeur without a second thought.
Do you feel bad and just want someone to hug you? Take it for granted, in a second he will have you in his arms.
He supports you in everything.
It's like those little Lightning McQueen fan girls screaming from the crowd, cheering him on, except you're Lightning McQueen and he's the girls.
Rest assured that he will show you off in every possible way.
Definitely your date of birth is the password of his phone.
He has tons of photos of you, whenever you're far away or you can't see each other, he looks at them or the videos you both have together, it's like a band-aid on his heart.
Whenever he feels discouraged he comes to you, you know something is wrong with him by the tone of his voice and the first thing he does when he sees you is hug you and hide his face in your neck as a kind of protection.
You are his safe place, actually.
On the days when he feels down all he wants is to cuddle with you, look into your eyes forever (or for a long time at least) and give you lots of kisses on the forehead, along with a couple of somewhat passionate kisses from all of the emotions that he carries inside and does not know how to get out.
He is quite emotional when he is with you, much more than usual, which is why you have seen him cry plenty of times. And what you do is hug him tight until he stops sobbing and tells you what happened.
After this you have a movie night, or an afternoon, it doesn't matter, both just watch movies while he hugs you around the waist with a little pout on his lips that you can't help but kiss from time to time because of how adorable he looks all attached to you.
Always carry a hair tie or two in case you need them.
He likes to do your hair for entertainment.
And in fact with the practice he's gained from doing so much your hair, he really doesn't do it badly.
Definitely every moment you spend with him sounds like a Taylor song.
(Girls, go with the guy that all of your moments together sound like Taylor songs with. The love songs only, obviously.)
Lots of beach dates.
He is so proud to call you his girlfriend that if he could he would brag to everyone what a wonderful girlfriend he has.
"Have you seen her? She's beautiful." "I have a girlfriend, look at her, she's gorgeous."
He mostly saves those kinds of comments for girls who try to flirt with him, but he knows how to handle it.
Speaking of jealousy, he's a little bit very jealous.
It's not that he doesn't trust you, it's the guys he doesn't trust.
He's willing to get into a fight for you if some jerk goes overboard with you.
When you sleep together, he loves that you stroke his hair until he falls asleep.
He's a fool in love with you.
He likes to hear you talk about things you like and are passionate about.
You are close friends with Steven, Conrad and Belly, practically part of their group.
Whenever the two of you have some moment on any outing the group has, Steven makes fun of him, pretending to throw up.
"Oh shut up man, you act the same with Shayla around." "It's true." Conrad confirmed with a laugh as Steven glared at them. "You're both idiots."
He's quite a fan of PDA, he doesn't mind showing how much he loves you in public.
He always has a hand on you, whether it is intertwined with yours, around your shoulders, on the low of your back, on your waist, hugging you from behind while his face is hidden in the crook of your neck and all the signs of affection that you can imagine.
Whenever there are challenges in the group he is on your team or you are on his. For example, beach volleyball, games on the boardwalk, pool games and more.
When you have sex he takes it easy and smooth.
He takes the time to adore your body in its entirety, there is no corner of you that his lips and hands have not already touched.
But he's really open to trying anything you put to him in that regard.
Just as he can be gentle and soft, he can also be rough and wild. Only if you ask.
The first time both did it, he was asking you from time to time if everything was okay, if you were okay.
He always cares more about your well-being than his own. In all aspects.
He takes you to the fair and ends up winning you lots of prizes, stuffed animals, and whatever you want he wins for you.
Your parents adore him.
Susannah loves you, she thinks you're the one for her son.
Romantic dinners with food made by him.
He loves kisses on the neck, whether it's giving or receiving.
Whenever you bring up the subject of a future with him, his heart melts in his chest, he is glad that he is not the only one who has thought about a future together.
You plan the names of your future children for the excitement of it.
Also what your wedding would be like.
I only know that in a room full of people, he would only look at you, as if you had hung the moon, planets and stars in the sky.
His only one.
The love of his life and future mother of his children.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN.
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SWEETHEART | Jeremiah Fisher
Summary: After your parents file for a divorce, you’re forced to move in with your mom’s friend until the divorce is finalized. You wished you could stay with your dad and your friends, but when you meet Jeremiah Fisher, that changes. And now you’re wanting to stay in the Cousins. Too bad things don’t last forever.
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Authors Note: I’m like actually so sorry for not updating. I’ve just been really unmotivated but since season 2 is out I’ve gotten more motivation and energy to continue the series! Not proofread (like always) but please let me know if you want to be on the taglist or if I missed you! (it wouldn’t let me tag some ppl for some odd reason.)
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“Y/N, wake up!” You hear someone whisper.
You mumble something you don’t even remember, shoving your face deeper into a pillow. You think whoever was trying to wake you left, and so just as you were about to fall back asleep a pillow hit your back.
You look up to see Jeremiah with a pillow in his hand… and he was shirtless. You lazily stared at his abs before he smacked your face with pillow.
Fuck, did he notice?
“C’mon! It’s Belly’s birthday, we gotta go get up before her.” He says.
“Wha—“ You start, cut off with another pillow to face. You reach your arm out to snatch the pillow away, but he pulls it out of your reach.
“What time is it?” You ask, rubbing your eyes.
“8:00”
“What the hell—“
“It’s Belly’s birthday, we gotta decorate the kitchen before she wakes up.” He explains, throwing the pillow back onto your bed.
It was her birthday? Shoot, why didn’t anybody tell you? You would’ve gotten her a gift, you know you just met her and all but still.
“I’ll be down in a bit.” You mumble, shoving your face back into your pillow.
Maybe you could get her a gift later? What does she even like?
“Okay, make sure to brush your teeth… I can smell your breath all the way from over here.” He exaggerates, jokingly grimacing as he plugs his nose.
“Shut up!”
And before you knew it, you were back asleep. You were exhausted from the night before. After Belly joined in on your guys’ movie marathon, she shortly fell asleep and whenever you would close your eyes for longer than 5 seconds, Jeremiah would be the one to poke you, waking you up. It wasn’t until after the movies were over, Jeremiah woke Belly up and the two didn’t even have a chance to leave before you were passed out.
You rubbed your eyes hastily, jumping out of bed after you heard the multiple “heys” coming from downstairs.
Grabbing the first shirt and shorts you saw, you sped walk downstairs, following the voices.
“….Conrad, uh, do you wanna give Belly your present?” You hear Susannah ask.
It’s quiet for a few moments, before Conrad responds, “Sorry… I forgot.”
Nobody noticed you yet as you watch the side of Belly’s face fall, a small frown on her lips.
An awkward pause of silence washes over before Belly quickly recovers, “Oh. That’s cool— I wasn’t really expecting anything anyways.”
Another awkward pause happens until your mom spots you. “Ah, there’s Y/N!”
You watch as all eyes fall on you, your mom getting up from her spot on the couch and making her way to you. She pulls out a small box from her front pocket, giving it to you. She mouths the words; “We’ll talk later”
You give her a tight lipped smile, before she makes her way back to her spot. You follow quickly, giving the box to Belly as you say “Happy Birthday.”
Belly sends you an appreciative smile, “Aw, Y/N. You really didn’t have to get me anything.”
“Pfttt, of course I did.” You say, watching as she opened the box. It was a pair of earrings along with a necklace. Her smile widens, “Thank you!”
Conrad makes an excuse, before exiting the room as Belly smiles once falls again.
“Hey, why don’t we practice driving before we have to go pick up Taylor from the bus station?” You hear Jeremiah say.
Who the hell is Taylor?
-
“I can’t believe you would sleep in like that!” Your mom lectures you after pretty much everybody left the house. Jeremiah invited you to go witness “Belly’s terrible driving skills” but you mom quickly shot him down.
“I didn’t know—“ You start, uncomfortably sitting at the edge of her bed.
“Really? Because didn’t Jeremiah wake you up?”
“Well, yeah—“
“Jesus, Y/N. Why are you acting like this? I didn’t raise you—
“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe because you’re forcing me to stay here when I can stay with Dad!” You interrupt.
Before your mom could even get a chance to go off at you, a knock on the door stops her. She exhales before opening the door.
Susannah stands there with a smile on her face, “Hey, I was wondering if I can take Y/N out for shopping? I need to get some stuff for tonights dinner, It would be a great time to get to know her better.”
Your mom stays quiet for a moment before nodding, “Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be fun.”
You follow Susannah outside to her car, silent as you sat in the front seat. You put your seatbelt on before you realize that Susannah wasn’t making any move to put hers on.
“Y/N, look, I know how it must feel to be staying at some random strangers house. But, I’ve known your mom for a while. And she has her reasons, okay?” She tries to explain, staring at you with a look of empathy on her face.
You bite your tongue, trying to stop yourself from saying anything rude. You appreciated Susannah letting you stay here, she was nice, had amazing sons, well one of them at least, and she was an overall sweet person. It was just… you missed home. You missed your friends, you missed your dad, and it feels weird being here. You feel out of place, like an intruder. Everybody knows everybody but you.
“I just wanna go home.” You mumble, leaning your head against the car door.
She stays silent for a moment. “… Okay, how bout we make a deal?”
This perks your interest as you lift your head to look at her.
“If you still wanna go home by the end of this week, I’ll talk to your mom and see about flying you home.”
Your eyes widen, “Wait really? You’d do that?”
“Yes, but only if your mom is on board. Just try to stay on your mom’s good side until then?” She suggests, sending you a wink causing you to laugh.
“Okay, okay, deal.” You say, trying your hardest not to smile from ear to ear.
She starts the car, “I actually need stuff for Belly’s birthday dinner tonight but we can stop for some pies and eat them in the car. Just don’t tell anybody.”
-
By the time you’re back at the house, you notice Jeremiah’s red jeep back in the driveway. You felt fat and full after splitting a pecan pie with Susannah and just wanted to sleep it off.
You helped get the groceries out of the car, setting them inside on the counter. Your mom was nowhere to be found, thank god so you didn’t have to continue the lecture from earlier… at least for now.
As you were about to grab the last bag, you spot Conrad and his girlfriend, whatever her name is, walking to the backyard.
Oh god were they about to make out in the pool or what? Why’d he even bring her? It’s Belly’s birthday and he just brought his girlfriend over like they weren’t arguing a few days ago? Pathetic.
“Do you need help with putting these away?” You offer Susannah once your back inside, she shoos you away, claiming you should go hang out with the rest of the kids.
You shoot her a appreciative smile, your arms sore from carrying all those bags as you went from store to store.
Opening the sliding door, the first people you notice are Conrad and his girlfriend sitting on the edge, and the next thing is a net with a volleyball flying over it.
“Hey, Y/N! You’re back!” You hear Belly shout, Conrad and his girlfriend both turn to look at you but you ignore them as you make your way closer to the pool.
“Hey.” You say. You finally notice the new face next to her, a dirty blonde in a teal bikini. And you definitely don't miss the dirty look she sends you.
She waits a few moments, hoping her friend in the bikini would introduce herself but she doesn’t make any effort, still looking at you like you were gum on the bottom of her shoe.
Belly nervously laughs, “Y/N, this is my best friend Taylor. Taylor, this is Y/N. You know the one I was telling you about on the phone?”
“Oh yeah.” Taylor says, forcing a smile your way.
What the hell was her problem?
“Join us! Steven can sit out—“ Jeremiah starts, throwing the ball up in the air but catching it.
“No, no, I never agreed to that!” Steven argues, Jeremiah spins around and guessing by the look on his face or something he said that you couldn’t hear Steven groans before giving in.
“Actually we were about to go to the beach, right Belly?” Taylor speaks.
“Uh, yeah.. Y/N do you want to come?” Belly asks, looking away from her friend to look at you.
Telling by the annoyed look on Taylors face and the way she’s been looking at you, you can tell she doesn’t want you there. Or anywhere around her for that matter.
“No thanks, I’m pretty tired from shopping.” You tried to joke, chuckling to yourself.
“How could you be tired if you slept in this morning?” Taylor quips, shooting you a glare. Belly turns around to shoot her one, causing Taylor to shrug.
“Haha, yeah…” You mumble, scratching your arm. Oh god, the end of the week couldn’t come any faster.
Belly gives you an empathic look, or you think she did, you were too busy staring at your feet.
You didn’t want to go back inside because you didn’t want to seem like coward but you also didn’t want to stay if you weren’t wanted.
Jeremiah was quick to notice your awkwardness, telling you that you could dip your legs into the water on his side and so that’s what you did. Sitting on the edge of the pool, dangling your legs in the water and most important of all, sitting far far away from Taylor.
Instead of Belly and Taylor going to the beach like Taylor said they would, they play a few more rounds of volleyball until Taylor hit Conrad’s girlfriend in the face causing her and Conrad to go inside.
And soon Steven left because his girlfriend called him, causing him to almost drop his phone in the water, and because it was just Jeremiah vs. Belly and Taylor they finally decided to go to the beach.
“Hey, y’know Belly doesn’t care you slept in right?” Jeremiah says, splashing water at you. He swims closer to you, pulling himself out of the pool to sit on the edge next to you.
You roll your eyes, “Her friend does.”
“Taylor? Yeah, she’s a little cray cray.” He says, motioning it with his finger.
You laugh, shaking your head. “How long is she staying?”
“Just a few days, then we’ll be Taylor free for the rest of summer.”
The rest of summer.
“You should get in.” He says, elbowing your side.
“I don’t have a bathing suit.”
He stays silent for a moment, “So?” He pushes you into the water, your body submerging into the cold water as you shoot up coughing.
You can hear him laughing, while you’re basically choking on the chlorine filled water. “You jerk! I didn’t want to get my clothes wet!”
“You can still take them off.” He suggests, watching as you slicked your hair back.
You shoot him a playful glare, “In your dreams.”
“Every dream since I’ve met you.”
You splash him with water, “You’re stupid.”
He stares at you for a moment before tackling you under water, pulling you back up with his arm around your waist. “What’d you say?”
You wipe your eyes, trying to shove him off you but no budge. Your guys’ faces were even closer, your breath hitched. What was gonna happen?
He made eye contact with you a few times, and the times he wasn’t doing that he was staring at your lips. He started leaning in, closer and closer to the point where your noses were almost touching.
You felt like you couldn’t even breathe.
Did you even want this?
And just as he was about to move closer you shoved him away, taking him by surprise.
He backs away quickly, eyes widening.
“S-sorry.. I just… I just don’t really know you.” You say, scratching the back of your neck.
“No, yeah, yeah I shouldn’t have done that. You don’t have to apologize.” He says, eyes still as round as saucers.
“Uhrm… yeah…” You mumble, crossing your arms around yourself as you suddenly felt cold even though you were used to the water.
What a way to kill a mood. Why’d you even do that, damnit.
He nods, placing his lips into a tight line. “I’m gonna…” He closes his mouth, pointing to the house while backing up.
“Okay.” You say, nodding.
You watch him turn around, pull himself out of the water and grab a towel before he quickly goes inside
Leaving you in the pool alone as you stared at the spot he was just at.
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