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berryflops · 2 years

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" summer days " | jeremiah fisher

synopsis: summer days are always fun. but they're even better when jeremiah fisher is giving you flowers on every single one.

warnings: fluff, slow burn, oblivious reader, kissing, swearing | word count: 1,325

You slammed the car door behind you and twirled immediately. The sun was shining down and heating your skin. You knew you'd get a sunburn later if you started tanning in this heat, but the comfort of Cousins weather on your skin made you not give many shits.

"Get the bags, hon." you heard your mom call. You rushed towards the trunk and popped it open, dragging out your duffle. You heard footsteps behind you and saw a head of blonde hair before your luggage was lifted out of the car.

You turned to be faced with Jeremiah, the youngest Fisher and your neighbor throughout the summer in Cousins. His eyes, ocean blue eyes, stared into yours with a grinning glint.

"Hey, Jeremiah." You perked up cheerily, raising your shoulders and making a close-eyed smile. Jeremiah laughed, taking your duffle from your hand.

You turned and walked towards your house, skipping up on the porch and shoving open your door. Jeremiah followed you, dropping your bags by the coat hangars and shoe stands.

When you turned to face him he'd taken something out of his back pocket. You recognized a flower, a tulip specifically. You giggled, throwing your head back when a sudden memory rushed your mind.

Jeremiah was grinning across from you, the first day of the summer already complete with a swim in the ocean and ice cream for lunch. Now the two of you were lying on towels at the beach. Jeremiah's hair had bits of sand laced into it.

"What's your favorite part of summer?" he asked suddenly. You sat up and thought about it, delving into every crevice, every memory of summer you had.

"Flowers." you announced suddenly, looking him right in the eye. Jeremiah double-tracked, looking back at you right again.

"Flowers? Out of all the amazing things around Cousins, you say flowers?!" he exclaimed, hands gesturing around the place. You laughed, shrugging.

"Flowers are awesome, and pretty, and the clearest display of love that there could be." You grinned, voicing your thoughts the way you always did.

Jeremiah smirked, looking at you once again. "Flowers, huh?" you nodded reassuringly, confused when he held out a pinky.

"I promise that every single day of every single summer after this one, I'll be giving you a flower. A different kind every time, and I'll never forget for as long as we're friends." he shoved his pinky in my face repeatedly. "Deal?"

You shook your head disbelievingly. "Deal, I guess." you held out your own pinky, giggling when he beamed. Flowers every day. Didn't sound real, but if he did it it wouldn't be too bad. Would it?

"Thanks, Jere." You took the flower, tucking it behind your ear and posing theatrically. Jeremiah tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead and smiling down at you.

"We had a deal, didn't we?"

You woke up at your alarm, the ringing noise coursing through your ears. You groaned, slamming your hand on your dresser in an attempt to stop the alarm.

"God, stupid school alarm." you swore, turning over and pulling the covers over your body. You heard a knock at your door and let out an indignant noise.

No matter your protests you heard the door open. Someone pulled the covers off you, turning you over. You squeezed your eyes shut before blinking them open, Jeremiah's blonde hair greeting your eye-line.

"You had to wake me." you moaned, flailing your limbs in the air. Jeremiah laughed, making a show out of getting down on one knee. He took out a flower, a daisy, from God-knows-where and placed it gently on your chest. You giggled, sleep intoxicating you.

"Thanks, Jeremiah."

He shrugged, standing up and kissing your forehead. "We had a deal, didn't we."

Your third day had passed by with sightings of Jeremiah that failed to grant you with a flower. Eventually you'd decided he was taking a break, considering flowers are limited.

You sat outside the Fisher house, waiting for the boys to come outside and drive you to the bonfire. You turned when the door opened, facing Jeremiah holding a Sunflower.

"Thank you for my daily dose of the best part of summer." you smiled, standing up and kissing him on the cheek. Jeremiah kissed you on the forehead as a response.

"We had a deal, didn't we?"

A week had passed, each day with a flower. Jeremiah surprised you in a way that wasn't surprising each time, and it finished with a kiss on the forehead along with his signature words.

"We had a deal, didn't we?"

You were sitting in Belly's room, laying on her bed stomach-first. The two of you were having your own casual conversations, gossiping like you tried to do every summer.

A knock at the door shut you both up. You glanced up to see Jeremiah standing in the doorway. A smile worked its way onto your face. You hadn't gotten your daily flower yet.

"Seven o'clock, the docs. Don't be late." he winked, closing the door behind himself. You glanced at Belly and the two of you let out a squeal in unison, suddenly fluttering to find what to wear and how to plan. Girls doing what girls do.

You approached the doc, wearing a sage green knee length silk skirt that Belly had picked out, paired with a simple white baby tee. You jogged lightly towards the last few steps, slowing down when you saw Jeremiah sitting at the end.

His back was facing you as he sat on a picnic blanket, a spread of muffins and treats around him. When your footsteps stopped, the platform slippers you were wearing easy to detect, he turned around.

He held a bouquet of flowers in his hands, the colors bright as they shone in the moonlight. You smiled, a flood of glee running through your body. You felt so everlastingly happy, so everlastingly surprised, that you were stunned.

"Hey," he smiled, taking a step towards you. "I wanted to ask you something tonight." you took a step towards him, tilting your head in mock confusion.

"Yeah?" you asked. Jeremiah chuckled, throwing back his head.

"Yeah."

He handed you the bouquet and took one more step, close enough to lean in and kiss you if he wanted to.

"Y/N. I've liked you for ages, for an insane amount of time. I've tried not to show it and tried not to tell you but this summer I just gave up." he took a deep breath. "Every flower I've ever given you meant something to me. Every flower I gave you represented a small cell of how much I liked you."

He took one flower out of the bouquet and placed in behind your ear, gently. "I'll have to give you flowers till infinity. Because the feelings I have for you, the love, grows every single day."

You couldn't take it any longer, and so you kissed him. You pressed your lips softly to his, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you. You set down the bouquet to kiss him again, and again, over and over till both your breathing patterns were unsteady.

"So I take it you like me too," he whispered into your ear, causing a giggle to erupt out of you.

"Yes, you dimwit," you exclaimed, pulling him down for another kiss. Jeremiah obliged, but broke apart suddenly.

"Wait!" he looked scattered for a moment. He patted down his pockets, taking out a small box.

You gasped when he opened it, breath catching. Inside was a ring, decorated with different flowers all over the band. It was gorgeous, and he held it out shyly.

"Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?" you squealed, kissing him softly once again.

"Yes, yes, yes." you muttered in between kisses, pulling away when he slipped the ring on your finger. "Thank you, Jeremiah."

His eyes lit up teasingly. "We had a deal, didn't we?"

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highpope · 2 years

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some things are better off untouched

part one - live on ao3 here.

Lucy has been in love with her best friend Jeremiah since she was 14, but she couldn't ever tell him. Not when she was sure he didn't feel the same way.

Jeremiah x OC - Debutante Ball Escort fic

obviously not all of this is canon but I'm going off od the outline of the tv series tsitp and not so much the book.

tags: some ppl who have showed interest :)

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r34ding · 9 months

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Knock em dead

Jeremiah x Belly Fanfiction

~Jeremiah decides to be a bit (too) direct.~

TW: This is just consensual because both partys are okay with what happens in the end. But if one party would have decided they did not like what happend (in this fanfic Belly), it would not have been okay.

Camerons lips left Bellys and everyone at the table was speechless for a second. Laurel was kind enough to make a joke, but Jeremiah's joy from teasing Belly's date had vanished in an instant. He had felt a pull in his chest as he heard that she was dating someone, but seeing them like this- although he caused the situation, made him feel infinetly worse.

At Nicoles party he drunkenly went after Cam and Belly.

*Do you have something for Jeremiah?*

*You mean Conrad?*

She didn't even consider him an option, not even a close second. Even if she wasn't dating Cam, it would be Conrad.

He asked her on a muffin run the next morning, since he coincidentally was up early, despite a slight headach from the party.

*Why do you seem so energetic?*

*Couldn't sleep.*

His shrug made her smile. Whenever she was going through something, be it Taylor hooking up with her brother, or Conrad... his carefree demeanor was contagious.

Driving with him, of course he let her practice, he would still help her shift gears if needed. His hand lingering on hers was warm, and she felt so comfortable around him, she didn't mind.

*Park over there, I wanne show you my favorite spot!*

He pointed to a spot at the side of the road, on their way back. The excitement in his voice made her giggle.

*Come on, be honest it's your secret make out spot right?*

His smirk was telling and the view breathtaking. While Belly was looking at the scenery he was stealing glaces at her.

*Belly?*

*Yeah?*

*You know Conrad has been sleeping over at Nicoles for quite some time now.*

He watched her smile fade.

*Why ar-*

*He forgot your birthday.*

He didn't plan this, but he couldn't hold back anymore. She was facing him now, hurt clouding her eyes.

*Why are you saying that?*

Why now? She thought, because to her it felt like he was needlessly rubbing it in.

*Do you even like Cam Cameron?*

She knew why he asked, but acting oblivious was easier.

*Why are you being like this?*

Agitated, she stepped back as he approached her.

*Belly, you are my best friend. I can see how you look at Conrad, not at Cam. Don't you think it would be-*

*What's wrong with you today?*

After her initial shock at his bluntness her anger settled in.

He furrowed his brows, he understood why she got devensive. However her moving away from him made him think she was planning on just avoiding the truth.

*Come on Belly, you know why I am saying this!*

Not because of his unexpected outburst, but because of his unfamiliar, earnest gaze she decided turn, return to the car and cool down.

Before she could, he had pulled her back and she stumbled against his chest.

His hand was resting on her wrist. She was stunned, too stunned to ask what the fuck he was doing.

His lips sealed hers, with a frevor that pushed her head backwards. It took her a moment to collect herself.

Angry at his assault she pressed her lips harder against his. Balancing the intensity of their kiss, but effectively pressing herself against him. His hand had dropped from her wrist, now guiding her head, not wanting to part from her. The other hand was holding her securely around the waist. Belly was torn between pushing him away or pulling him closer, her hands seemed to move on their own exploring his chest and shoulders.

A shudder ran through Jeremiah.

Now it was his turn to be suprised and he pulled away a bit to search her face. His hand had found a place around her neck just under he jaw.

Belly seemed to have acted on impulse. He could not tell if she was angry at him, but the red hue on her cheeks was lovely, nonetheless.

He gave her a peck on the side of her mouth and as if the spell was broken, she finally gave him a firm push, which made him stumble backwards.

*Belly I-*

*Wha- Why, what the hell Jeremiah?*

The boy she had known her whole live, who she had grown up with standing there as beautiful as ever, seemed so foreign to her. The look he gave her was pircing, making an electric charge run through her.

To her Jeremiah was the boy she laid on her back with, playfully holding hands with, while watching the clouds.

He was rubbing the back of his neck, calming his beating heart and his to desire to kiss Belly again.

*I wanted to do that for a long time.*

His admission startled Belly, had she thought about doing it herself from time to time. But it was a territory of emotions that felt too threatening to their friendship.

He approached her again, she faced him head on this time and watched sceptically as he took on of her hands in his.

*Listen, I know you are still with Cam...*

His thumb rubbed circles on the back of her hand.

*... and, despite what I just did, I know it was shitty of me to just spring my feelings on you like that.*

Belly still fought with herself and ripped her arm back.

*Then you shouldn't have!*

This time he couldn't catch her in time and she stormed back to the car at a pace he had to jog to keep up.

*Bells lis-*

*No you listen!*

She stopped him in his track.

*You not only spring this on me, as you said, but you have to bring my feelings for Conrad into it?*

So that was what bothered her the most, he realized bitterly.

She was standing in front of the hood of his truck and it felt like he was forbidden from moving until she was done chewing him out.

*I know Belly, I was...*

He didn't want to say it aloud, but Belly was having none of it.

*Spit it out Jer!*

*I was fucking jealous okay?*

Despite the way he let the words out, like they would burn his tongue, he carefully closed in on her, again.

*Don't Jer, I'm still-*

Seeing him up close, the embarresment written on his face, she couldn't help herself but calm down. Jeremiah was never one to be emberassed and seeing this vulnerable side of him made her realize what she had overlooked the whole time.

Suddenly he hugged her, holding her in his arms, trying to convey how precious she was to him.

*Jer I...*

*I know, I'm sorry.*

He looked down at her then and while looking into the eyes of his best friend, he had known his whole live, he confessed.

*I just can't help but love you.*

It was done, she knew it the moment he really opened up to her. She fell, hard. Or maybe he had her at his feet all along. She took her time taking in his familiar features and then, after he had closed his eyes, still embracing her but waiting patiently for her next move, she kissed him.

Wanting to convey what she felt for him fueled her. As if she had brought him back to live he pressed her back against the car. Now with much more assurance, he even enjoyed biting her lip. While she laughed, she also knew the shudder that ran down her spine, betrayed the playfulness she tried to convey. This honest, straightforward version of her best friend was going to be the end of her.

~The end.~

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juliaswickcrs · 9 months

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BOOK POSTER :: CRUEL SUMMER ( tsitp s1 - ?? )

Susannah Fisher, Laurel Conklin, and Rebecca St. James had been best friends for years, so when they all got pregnant at the same time it almost felt like fate. Each two kids, all around the same age. Almost like it was meant to be. Este, her sister, and her mom had been going to Cousins for years. It was where her fondest memories had been made. It was where she and Belly became best friends, where she had her first kiss, and most importantly, where she, Belly, and Jere had all made a promise. That no matter how old they got, nothing between them would change. And then the Summer of '22 changes everything. It's the first year at Cousins without her dad, and this time Este has secrets of her own. Including a relationship she hasn't told anyone about, not even her mom and sister. Not even her best friend. But while for Belly Conklin, this summer was the summer she turned pretty, for Este St. James, this summer was just cruel.

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bonesandchalamet · 10 months

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predictable - c.fisher

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requested: y- “Can you do a conrad fisher x reader where the readers family has a house next to theirs so they grew up going to cousins for the summers (cons age), and they are in love w each other but don’t want to admit it and everyone notices it around them/teases them. maybe a flash ward to their wedding in a couple of years and everyone’s speeches are like “yeah i won the bet they would be married by now” or smth like that?“

pairings: conrad fisher x fem!reader

warnings: fluff + jokes

a/n: I hope I did this justice anon! xx there are NO spoilers of book 2 or season 2!

you can hear his voice. it’s muffled, he sounds like he’s in your kitchen, a blessing of having the bedroom right above it, but you can hear him talking to your mother.

you don’t have time to think, you just fling your legs over your mattress and rush down the stairs at an appropriate pace. you’d just woke up, maybe not your best state to be in, but you couldn’t wait to see conrad fisher. the boy next door.

he’d gone to Princeton, smart cookie if you say so yourself, and you hadn’t seen him since last summer. in fact, you only saw him maybe once or twice outside of the neighborhood and that was getting ice cream and groceries. other than that, you live by the fence that separates your yards waiting to hear the laughter and conversations from the Conklin and fisher kids.

“just tomatoes? are you sure? I can go pick out some basil—“

“no, no laurel will kill you if you do any more yard work! I can get it.” you hear conrad protest. the fisher family was used to your parents generosity, the beautiful vegetable garden grew right on the fisher/y/l/n house line, the family was more than welcome to eat and take whatever they wanted, but it didn’t stop them from being kind enough to ask. Susannah raised those boys right.

“are you sure?”

“what’s going on?” you ask, it’s like the words floated out of you when you saw him. his brown hair a little longer than normal, his t-shirt a bit smaller on him, and he’s wearing small navy blue swim trunks. a sight to make any girl swoon for a fisher.

“oh, y/n, do you think you can help conrad get some more tomatoes from the vines? it seems to be the fisher-Conklin clan has run out.” your mother hands you Susannah’s woven basket that conrad was once holding. your mother looks at you with pleading eyes but she knows you’ll do anything that has conrad fisher involved.

“happy to.” you take the basket in your hand and gesture for conrad to follow. he thanks your mother once again and follows along out the back door. you can hear not only just your heartbeat, but the blood rushing to your ears.

being alone with Conrad was sometimes awkward. at least to you it always felt that way, because you never knew how to be around him as yourself. you were so deeply in love with him that just being in his presence was enough to make you fumble over your words.

“here I can get the tomatoes.” conrad pushes past you, his shoulder brushing against your body, you could smell his cologne, the salty ocean in his hair, and the mixture of the laundry detergent Susannah uses. it was an intoxicating smell, one to make your world spin.

“you sure? they are kind of all over the place.” you chuckle setting the basket down into the grass. you start picking the beautiful blush red ones and gently place them in the basket along side the ones conrad was picking. every so often your hands would brush or you’d about pick the same tomato. you both would blush and apologize instantly for the connection.

“would you guys just kiss already! you’re making me nauseous.” Jeremiah calls over the fence line from the pool, he’s watched about every embarrassing second of you and his brothers interactions.

“come on, con!” Steven hollers, it’s loud enough for the neighbors on the other side of their house to snicker at the boys energy for far too early in the morning.

“I don’t know what their problem is.” Conrad says and it’s only for you two to hear. he’s picked up the basket from the grass now, you’re stuck with holding a few more tomatoes that he claims would be more than enough for everyone.

“no seriously, just keep those ones.”

“we have enough inside, just take them—“

“fine,” he huffs out an annoyed sigh and watches you dump them into the basket, “can I at least make you breakfast with them?”

“sounds like a plan to me.”

that day, he made you more than breakfast. he made you feel the most indescribable feeling of love and excitement. he left you walking home as beat red as those tomatoes you picked. you could thank Steven and Jeremiah for their pressure and tease, because conrad fisher did in fact kiss you that morning.

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FUTURE

“I’m so happy for these guys because today I became twenty dollars richer,” Jeremiah pauses, the laughter of friends and family make you both blush, “so thank you Steven for believing they would never get married. here’s to the bride and the groom!” Jeremiah holds his champagne glass up, others in the room follow.

“you really bet we would get married?” Conrad turns to his brother who passes the microphone to belly before sitting down beside him.

Jeremiah’s hands clap his brothers shoulder, “we also made a bet that you’d kiss her that summer. belly also made a bet that you’d have tomatoes on the menu, looks like you guys are the most predictable couple ever.”

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cognacdelights · 2 years

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the law of the forbidden fruit

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summary: she wanted him, but she knew that she couldn’t have him. yet, the temptation was torture. and, eventually, everyone breaks under pressure.

warnings: swearing. underage drinking. cheating. sexual content. unprotected sex. rough sex (kind of). exhibitionism. biting kink.

author’s note: all characters are 18+. always appreciative of feedback! feel free to leave a little comment, a reblog, or drop a little ask in my inbox!

Temptation is an unrelenting sin. One bite and you’re infected: no remedy, no antidote, no cure. It works its way into the very core of your soul; into the very depths of the corners and crevices of your being and it gnaws at you. It devours you. It wears you down nibble by nibble, then bite by bite, until there’s nothing but a hair-like shred of your sanity left. It consumes you. It becomes you. You’re merely but a shell of fervent yearning; yet another unsuspecting victim of arguably the most deadliest of the seven sins. It was a double-edged sword; the more illicit it was, the more you hankered for it — and the more you hankered for it, the more illicit it became.

It’s intense, but it’s supposed to be. Because what’s more exhilarating than indulging yourself in something that you’re not allowed to have; something illicit; something forbidden? What bigger rush of adrenaline could you get than the thrill of being caught; completely out in the open, exposed for the world to see you in your most carnal of states? What bigger invigorating high could you possibly get than the very moment that you cave into all of your worldly desires; that very moment in which the line was crossed, and the point of no return was reached? What sweeter taste could there be than the bite of the apple that hung from the tree in your own sanctuary of haven; or the kiss of your boyfriend’s brother who had been giving you the same longing, brooding looks that burned a desirous hole through your chest and ignited an insatiable fire?

The law of the forbidden fruit; it was a tale as old as time, quite literally. The serpent enticed Eve to take a bite from the forbidden fruit of the tree of knowledge. Whilst the stories may have evolved over the years, the anecdote remained the same; you want what you can’t have. Why? Why did we always, without fail, want what we can’t have with a hellfire passion? Because the risk, the thrill, the surge of adrenaline tastes just as sweet as the reward. It’s two hits of euphoria in one, and who doesn’t want to feel like they’re on top of the world — far beyond the metaphorical heaven of cloud nine, and floating amidst the satellites and constellations?

Conrad was her apple. The six foot, solemn brother of her doting boyfriend with the long, chestnut hair that flopped over his face and the piercing, malachite eyes that held her captive whenever he laid his gaze on her. She could feel the burn of his stare searing through her skin whenever he was in her proximity. She felt his presence right down to her bones. She felt the way in which he would ever so subtly sweep his gaze over her from head to toe, then back up to meet her eyes. It breathed a new kind of life into her; it gave her an insatiable buzz. Perhaps she was addicted to that that very buzz.

Talia knew that it was wrong to lust after her boyfriend’s elder brother. Of course, she did. She was an emotionally intelligent and perceptive person who knew right from wrong, and she knew of the unaired tensions between both Jeremiah and Conrad. She knew that Jeremiah harboured a deep and overwhelming jealousy of his brother — of his unbearable ability to get whatever he so desired. It was an overarching theme of their childhood that just went unspoken. And despite knowing this, despite knowing how this niggle had eaten her boyfriend alive for the better part of his life, and despite how much love she had for Jeremiah, she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t stop the way in which she felt around him; the way in which her pulse raised and pounded in her ears whenever he was close; or the way in which an inferno set alight in the very pit of her stomach and burned her skin with the heat of the flames; or the way in which her breath evaporated from her lungs.

Maybe, just maybe, there was a sick and twisted part of her that didn’t want to stop herself. If she was really, sincerely honest with herself, she would admit that she loved it. She loved the buzz. She loved the intoxicating breath of life that it breathed into her. And, deep in her subconscious, there was a part of her that loved it more than she loved Jeremiah.

There was a subtle almost breeze lingering in the air as she peered out over the wooden railings of the gazebo, onto the water. It was quite the picturesque sight as the silver streaks of moonlight reflected from the star-sprinkled heavens above onto the placid surface — the distorted, crescent-shaped form breaking occasionally with the spontaneous ripples of the gentle waves — as the lush branches of the surrounding trees framed the edges of her view. It was quiet too. Appreciatively peaceful, and serene; a far cry from the overcrowded beach house, of which the faint echoes of the blaring music filled the background alongside the calm back and forth of the water. It was a much-needed refuge away from the rowdiness of the full house, the thumping baseline, and the oppressive heat.

Sometimes she just needed to step away from everything and take a moment, or several, to herself; sometimes she just needed a second to compose herself — especially when around Conrad. Talia never wanted to arouse suspicion to anyone, let alone Jeremiah, but had been noticeably flustered for the majority of the night. Their eyes had met over the perfectly placed, red solo cups of the beer pong table numerous times, and even just a brief flash of his infamous, brooding stare had sent a shiver down her spine. The very nape of her neck burned a feverish heat and her heart thudded tenfold against her chest — all as she stood just millimetres beside her ever loving, ever adoring boyfriend. Somewhere amongst the flickers of excitement and the longing for more of his attention, she felt a slither of guilt. However, it soon dissipated into the abyss the second she felt his intense eyes on her once more; he looked her up and down — attentively tracing the outline of her silhouette. Then came the rush of ecstasy that sent her into an orbital high.

A wash of relief trickled through her as the cool air grazed against her flushed skin, and she took a deep breath. As she let out a steady exhale, she heard the light pads of footsteps against the wooden jetty that led up to the gazebo. They grew louder — not by much, but she could tell that they were getting closer.

She didn’t even need to tear her sapphire eyes from the scene before her to know who it was. The quick shot of adrenaline that coursed through her body and the invigorating burn of a pair of acute eyes shamelessly raking themselves over her figure told her everything that she needed to know. The rich sandalwood cologne that nonchalantly wafted through the air with the leisurely draught was just a silent confirmation of what she already knew.

Her eyes remained forward, somewhat fixated on the luminous reflections of the moon as it rocked back and forth with the tides. Out of the very corner of her eye, she caught the familiar nautical tattoo and the front strands of the oh so recognisable, floppy, brown hair. She kept her mouth firmly shut and dropped her gaze ever so slightly — this time attentively watching his ring-cladded hands as they settled on the varnished top of the railing. He leant his weight forward on the points of his elbows as one hand gripped tightly onto the neck of a half-empty bottle of Captain Morgan and the other dangled casually in the thin air. His burly biceps tensed, and the bottle of rum momentarily disappeared from her view — replaced with distinctive sounds of sloshes against the glass.

Eventually, she acknowledged his presence. Still without uttering a single word, she turned her heard to look at him and was immediately met with those same, veridian eyes that she had been avoiding. Yet another surge of ecstasy flooded through her; suddenly she felt alive. Talia observed with a cautious gaze as he extended the offer of a drink to her, tipping the lidless bottle towards her as a suggestive arch raised his eyebrows upwards. She knew that it would be a monumentally bad idea to accept the offer, and to put herself in the position to be intoxicated and inhibitionless in the presence of the one person that she struggled to contain herself around. She knew damned well that she shouldn’t take it.

Yet, she did. With a half-smile quirking the corners of her rosy lips upwards, she took the bottle from him and took a long, generous sip. The spiced rum burned as it trickled down her throat and warmed her stomach. It was a shot of confidence; as the alcohol coursed through her veins, she found it within herself to meet his intense gaze.

“Jere’s looking for you,” Conrad spoke, his tone hoarse yet somehow smooth and comforting.

Talia wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to his statement; in all of her temptation-filled thoughts of Conrad and the way in which she revelled at the slightest slither of attention that he showed her, Jeremiah had become less than a second thought. In fact, she hadn’t even had so much as a fleeting thought of his existence, never mind their relationship, since the shudder of guilt that had pressed against her chest during their game of beer pong. That was several longing stares and at least two cups of the strong rum punch ago. Even then — in that very moment, as she heard the gentle pads of the feet making their way along the wooden jetty — her first thoughts went immediately to Conrad; there was not so much as a half an inch of her that was hoping for it to be Jeremiah, not in the way that she did with Conrad.

Instead, she cocked her head to the side. An unreadable glimmer illuminated the pearl-like speckles of her eyes as she remained silent. Not a single word surpassed her full, gloss-glazed lips, yet the look that she gave him spoke a thousand words. She peered upwards through her thick, dark lashes as a subtle, sultry pout tugged on her lips. Their gazes locked in an ardent stare once more. Her cheeks rouged with the heat of the chemistry that erupted between them, and her chest heaved up and down ever so subtly with each breath that she took. She could feel her pulse pounding in her throat.

She refused to let him see how undone she became in his presence, so she forced herself to steel her nerves. She was not putty in this man’s hands — physically or metaphorically. “I like it out here,” she admitted with a sly change of subject, steering the conversation as far from her boyfriend as she possibly could.

A lone, rasping laugh rippled through his chest, “me too. It’s one of my favourite spots.” He paused for a brief second before continuing to speak, his voice silky and suggestive as he lowered an octave, “it’s quiet and out of the way here. You can really be alone. It’s nice.”

“I agree.” Her voice was whist and reticent as the words tumbled from her mouth; a thought having barely been formed before her tongue ran away from her. “It’s a good getaway spot, to just step out of reality and take a moment to gain some clarity,” she agreed.

He nodded his head — the parted strands of his soft, chestnut hair shifting ever so slightly, “just take in the atmosphere and feel things that need to be felt.” Attentively, he raised his hand up to her face and tucked the stray wisps of her cinnamon hair that had fallen into her fair features behind her hear. The very tip of his forefinger traced the curve of her ear, before continuing a leisurely trail along her jawline. His hand then wrapped itself around her neck in an ever so gentle hold before his lips found hers.

It wasn’t quite the hot, sloppy, and lust-filled kiss that Talia had envisioned and replayed a thousand times over in her mind; it was soft, and passionate, and slow. Yet, tidal wave after tidal wave of electricity surged throughout her body. His lips were tame, and his tongue was soft as it worked against her own — their lips moving in a perfect, leisurely synchronisation. The hand wrapped around her throat was dominant and sexual, yet there was an overwhelming gentleness to their embrace.

After a few, pro-longed moments of passion, they separated — chests heaving up and down as they caught their breath. Once again, their gazes were fixed upon one another. They were processing; they were analysing the moment that they had just shared with one another. It was silent for a brief second, nothing but their heavy breaths filling the quiet.

Then, there it came. All of the zealous heat that emanated from the vehement flames that burned in the very pits of their stomachs; all of the pent-up tension between them; all of the sinful temptation that had been building over the course of the last two months. It all unravelled before them. Swiftly, Talia stood on the very tips of her toes and coiled her arms around his neck — her manicured fingers combing roughly through the ends of his long, shaggy hair. Her swollen, gloss-smeared lips smacked against his own in a fury of lust and she was once again sent skyrocketing towards the stars, an intoxicating wave of pleasure drowning her from head to toe.

Conrad was immediate in his reaction. His paw-like palms instinctively found their way to the curvatures of her waistline and pulled her in close. At his request, her body pressed against his own — her taut nipples pressed against the toned muscles of his chest through the thin fabric of both her anchor-printed dress and his plain t-shirt. His hand audaciously descended down her silhouette and rested itself against her ass, giving it a tight and teasing squeeze. A complacent smirk crept across his chiselled features as they continued with their fervent embrace, and she responded with a quick, little nip of his bottom lip with her teeth.

A low, grunt-like groan rumbled through the very depths of the back of his throat as he felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He was hot and excited, and that feeling only intensified as her dainty fingers ran through the knotted ends of his hair and yanked with a slight might. Talia was pushing all of the right buttons in a perfectly co-ordinated sequence that only she was privy too, and boy was he enjoying it; he felt energised, and alive, and as though he was on the most powerful trip of his life.

He detached his rum-laced lips from hers and placed lustful, little kisses that trailed from her lips down to the crook of her neck. He ran his hot, wet tongue over her sensitive skin — eliciting a soft moan from the very back of her throat. It spurred him on in his salacious actions as he ran the very tips of his pearly teeth over sweet spot of skin, before giving it a gentle nibble. He kissed, and licked, and sucked to his heart’s content as whining breaths slipped from between her lips — leaving a fresh bruise behind in his wake. Then, he returned his lips to hers, kissing her with a fervid passion.

He took several forceful steps, guiding her backwards until the cool wood of the bench seat pressed against the backs of her knees. His palms pushed against her curvaceous hips, forcing her down onto the seat and their lips to reluctantly separate. She peered up at him through her dark, mascara-coated lashes just as she did before, and watched as he slowly descended to his knees. The warm palms of his hands placed themselves on both of her knees and pried her legs apart with an abrupt motion — sending her sharp breath inwards echoing around the open expanse of the landscape.

Conrad then placed his authoritative fingers beneath her slender thighs and gave her a gentle tug forwards until she was perched on the very edge of the seat. His tongue slid across his bottom lip as the soft pads of his fingers traced a meandering trail up her tanned thighs, and beneath the short, frilled hemline of her dress. They hooked around the string-like waistband of her lace thong and pulled her underwear down. A lopsided smirk curled the corner of his full lips upwards, and lust glazed over his veridian eyes, as she carefully lifted her lips — allowing the thong to fall to her ankles. He slipped the meagre fabric from around her ankles and tucked it into the back pocket of his light wash, ripped jeans.

His clouded eyes peered upwards once more, his gaze fixing on hers as the pad of his finger found the exposed skin of her upper thigh. Taking in the feel of her silk-like skin, he trailed his finger downwards in an ever so leisurely motion, over the bone of her knee and proceeding down her shin. As her reached her now bare foot, he gently hooked it over his broad shoulder — pulling him ever closer to her forbidden fruit. His lips peppered several, lust-filled kisses along the inside of her thigh as he slowly made his way towards her pussy. His pearly teeth nipped and nibbled as the sensitive skin until he found his favoured patch. He, with every ounce of yearning inside of him, sunk his teeth into the inside of her upper thigh and marked her. Then, he continued to suck and lick over the sweet patch to his heart’s content.

Finally having his fill of her sunkissed thighs, he refocused himself on her sweet, sopping cunt. His tongue stroked long, languid lined across her wet folds as breathy moans slipped from between her lips. Her manicured fingers coiled around the very edge of the wooden bench and held on in a vice-like grip, allowing herself to indulge in the euphoria of his masterful tongue. The very tip of his tongue found her swollen clit and toyed with it wickedly; he blew a gentle huff of air out against her most sensitive of nerves and watched — elation dancing across his sun-drenched complexion — as she writhed before him. He circled it slowly, his tongue dragging a painfully slow trail around her rose bud of nerves before gradually increasing his pace. He had hankered over this moment for the better part of two months, and he was most definitely going to enjoy it whilst it lasted.

His hot palm rested against her inner thigh as his fingers dug into the soft skin and his tongue lapped expert motions against her core. An arrogant smirk curled the very corners of his lips upwards as he felt her voluptuous hips rolling, grinding against his face in a desperate bid for more pleasure. He nibbled lightly, eliciting an exhilarated whine from the petite brunette before him. Boy, did he love the sound of her moans; each salacious tone was another hit of adrenaline that coursed through his veins, and he was soon becoming impatient to feel her electric touch on him.

Talia raised her arms above her head — desperately grabbing onto the wooden back of the bench with her fingers. She held on with a vice-like grip as her hips subconsciously rolled in rhythm with his now fast-paced licks and her back arched at an unholy angle. Short, shallow gasps spewed from out her mouth as his tongue quickened its pace once more and her toes curled tightly. Elated moans filled the otherwise serene waters surrounding them and the metaphorical rope began to tangle within the very pit of her stomach; the frayed rope looped and knotted around itself, pulling ever tighter with each new weave until eventually — with one final tug — it pulled itself loose. An emphatic, high-pitched whine echoed through the dark abyss of the night as she came undone at the mercy of his masterful tongue.

Eventually, her loud moans dissipated into heavy breaths as he lapped up every drop of her sweet nectar. She straightened her posture, shuffling herself back against the wooden back of the bench _ her legs remaining, pinned open by Conrad’s presence. With her hazy, indigo eyes trained on the taller brunette, she watched as he stood up. Her French-tipped fingers almost instantly found their way to the belt loops of his skinny-fit, light wash jeans and pulled him closer with a hungry tug. His eyes darkened to a deep, forest green and glazed over with a fire-like yearn; Talia most definitely excited him in ways that no girl had excited him before.

She effortlessly unbuttoned his jeans and tugged on the zip until they rigid fabric was played open before her. The dainty palm of her hand cupped his semi-erect dick through the thin fabric of his Calvin Klein boxers and gave him a teasing rub. A devilish smile contorted her complexion at the rugged sound of his low grunts. She took her time in slipping her hand beneath the fabric but continued to give his now fully erect dick slow and taunting rubs.

Pulling his hard length from the constraints of his boxers, she lowered her head and licked the tip of his cock with a lascivious stroke. Her tongue swirled salaciously around his tip before she took the head into her mouth. Deep, carnal grunts spilled from between Conrad’s full lips as he placed a both his hands behind his head and pushed his hips forward. His hunger-filled eyes watched from his towering height as she continued to swirl her tongue around the tip of his dick, and her hands wrapped around the very base. Her palms pumped along the length of his dick as she flicked her tongue over the sensitive tip, teasing him just as he had done to her.

Eventually, she took his length into her mouth. The very tips of her straight, pearly teeth grazed along his shaft as he she ever so slowly retreated. Then, she repeated the process, taking his hardened dick into her mouth once more and retreating back. With each masterful bob of her head, she heard the grunt-like groans of the floppy-haired brunette fill the peaceful quietness of shoreline. She quickened her pace with each encouraging moan until she felt the pressure of his hand against the very back of her head.

Her loose, chestnut curls tangled beneath his clammy palm as he pressed down on the back of her head, pushing her mouth further down his rigid length. God, it felt as though he had ascended into heaven as the very tip of his dick hit against the back of her throat; it was so euphorically tight and pleasureful. His remaining hand steadied himself, supporting his hefty weight, against the white-painted pillar of the gazebo as his other continued to push her sinful lips further down his length. His strong hand relaxed and allowed her to retreat for a brief moment, before pushing her down once more. He repeated his actions once again and set into a hurried rhythm — carnal grunts and vulgar moans pouring from between his lips.

His head leant backwards and his eyes fluttered closed as his breathing became heavy and laboured. His paw-like hand continued to guide her salacious mouth with a steady, fast-paced rhythm until he felt it; his toes were hanging over the metaphorical edge of the cliff, ready to tumble forwards into he unknown. One more strong, rough shove of her head down onto his dick — his length pushing its way down into the tight heaven of her throat and he came undone himself. He came in her mouth, spilling his pearly load down her throat as lustrous moans spilled from his mouth.

Releasing her the back of her head and her chestnut tangles from his vigorous grip, Conrad allowed himself to catch his breath for a brief moment. His muscular chest heaved up and down with each intense breath as the invigorating hormones surged throughout his body. He felt as though he was on fire; he felt electric. That’s what Talia’s touch did to him. No, that’s what Talia in general did to him; he felt more alive than he ever had before. He felt renewed; refreshed; like he was riding the most extravagant high of his life.

His intense gaze returned as he peered back down, and his malachite eyes met with hers. He observed as she ever so nonchalantly ran her finger along the under side of her lip, wiping away the stray droplets of his cum. A husky moan rumbled through his burly chest once more, reminding him of his insatiable lust for the sunkissed, brunette temptress before him. The pad of his forefinger rested below her chin and inched her upwards into a standing position, then up onto her the very tips of her ivory-painted toes.

His rum-laced lips hovered over hers, just a mere millimetre apart, until he took the plump flesh of her bottom lip between his teeth. He tugged roughly, breaking the skin ever so slightly before pressing his lips to hers in a fervent embrace once more. It was a hot, lustful kiss. Her wandering fingers combed haphazardly through his dark locks as he slipped his palms behind her marked thighs. With one swift and effortless motion, her hickey-littered thighs were wrapped around his waist and his tattooed, burly arms were supporting her weight.

Conrad turned the entwined pair of them around and perched himself on the wooden seat of the bench, allowing her exposed knees to fall either side of his body. Their lips remained locked in an impassioned embrace as his dauntless hands explored the lower half of her silhouette; they traced the length of her slender thighs upwards — masterfully slipping beneath the short hemline of her sundress and grasping at her voluptuous ass. He squeezed her ass flirtatiously hard as the trimmed tips of his nails dug into her bronzed skin, leaving red, crescent-shaped marks.

As they continued to kiss with a fervid intenseness, Conrad’s dick hardened once more in sheer anticipation of the main event. It was something that he had fantasised over many a time; his lust-filled mind would wander during the sleepless hours of the early morning, thinking of all the different positions he could contort her slender, curvaceous body and ruin her beautiful cunt. He’d anticipated a hot and ardent quickie — rough and ready, sloppy, and barely unclothed; yet, similarly, he had envisioned a slow and sensual moment with steady, meaningful strokes and long, passion-filled kisses. This moment, however, very much resembled the former scenario and there wasn’t a single syllable of a complaint to be heard. There was something quite carnal and erotic about the heat of the moment and the spontaneity; the exhilarating thrill of the possibility of being caught, yet still being too caught up in the passion and the ecstasy of the moment to care.

He lined the tip of his erect length up with her wet slit and slid himself along her folds. Soft, angelic moans spilled from between her swollen lips as her curvaceous hips rocked ever so lightly back and forth in tandem with his thrusts.

Then, temptation overwhelmed him; he was far to eager to continue down the teasing road that he had headed. With a full, one-eighty turn, he positioned himself at the very opening of her entrance and guided her down length. A loud moan of satisfaction crawled up from the very depths of the back of his throat and dissipated into the cool air as he gave her a moment to adjust inside of her.

Talia — in slow and masterful motions — rocked her hips back and forth. His warm palms resting on the curvature of her waistline guided her, encouraging her to increase her pace with each complete back and forth rhythm. She pressed her rosy lips to his in a heated embrace, her tongue pushing past his lips and finding his own instantly; they moved together as one, caressing one another as an inharmonious melody of emphatic whines and amorous grunts filled the star-dusted sky. Her French-tipped nails dug deep into his brawny shoulder blades as she leveraged herself, lifting herself up before slamming herself back down onto his throbbing erection.

It wasn’t long before she was desperately grasping at the ends of his messy, brown locks — pulling roughly on the ends. Loud groans and pleasure-filled moans erupted from his mouth between the sloppy, wet kisses as she quickened her pace on top of him; he could feel her pussy walls clamping and unclamping around his rigid cock and — in an instinctive response to the ecstasy-like high — he bucked his hips upwards. His name rolled off her tongue so effortlessly in a sultry whine before sinking her teeth into the exposed flesh of his shoulder. She bit down hard, channelling all of her euphoria into that one bite before peppering salacious kisses along his neck and jawline.

Several rampant strokes later and Talia had found herself teetering on the brink once more. Nothing but pure and unadulterated pleasure surged throughout her body — reaching the very tips of her ivory-painted toes and the very top of her head — as she quickened her rhythm once more. Then, in with a shriek-like moan, she came undone once more; her pussy pulsated on beat with her pounding heart as she spilled her honey-like juices all over his thick, hard length. She continued to ride out her orbital climax, until he gave one final, rasping grunt himself and spilled his white ropes of cum inside of her.

The pair of them were left heaving and out of breath as neither dared to move. It took them a drawn-out moment, but eventually they managed to compose themselves. Talia slowly climbed off him, retreating from his lap and standing before him. Her manicured fingers tugged the frilled hemline of her dress back down over her nail-marked ass in a desperate bid to cover the shameful mess that they had created between her legs. Conrad, ever so casually in his lackadaisical manner, tucked his now flaccid dick back into his Calvin Klein boxers and buttoned his jeans. He tugged the metal zip closed and then peered upwards with his hazy eyes.

Talia brushed the delicate pad of her thumb over his reddened lips, wiping away the remnants of her sheer lip gloss, “Jere can never find out about this.”

Conrad stayed silent — offering nothing but another one of his infamous, brooding glances.

Eventually, he nodded his head in agreement and rose to his feet. Nonchalantly, he straightened out his now crumpled, white t-shirt and adjusted his light wash jeans to sit more comfortably on his hips. Then, with those final words uttered by Talia, he made his way back down the wooden jetty — the soft pads of his off-white converse fading into quiet.

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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.

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the summer i turned pretty masterlist ‧˚˖ ꒱꒱

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Jeremiah Fisher

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Steven Conklin

COMING SOON!

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buckysdolls · 9 months

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After Summer (Jeremiah Fisher x OC)

Prologue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Cousins." Belly slightly chuckled.

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

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

"Without Blake?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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unbelcved · 10 months

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LOVER TSITP

01. All the way to Massachusetts

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 made Elaine open her eyes sleepily. "Dude what the hell," she groaned as she reached out for her phone that was laying on her nightstand. She could hardly keep her eyes open as she tried to figure out what notification she just got.

It turned out Jeremiah had just texted her and left a bunch of messages for her to read. She clicked on them after she had let out a yawn and tried rubbing away the sleep from her eyes with her other hand.

𝗝𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿 🧸🤍

➥ 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 :))

➥ 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲?

➥ 𝗖'𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝗽

➥ 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲 😐

➥ 𝗟𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘆? 🫣

➥ 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗨𝗣

➥ 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱

➥ 𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗵 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 🫡

➥ 𝗰𝘆𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘆

➥ 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘂

Elaine didn't even notice how the small smile slowly crept into her face as she read through her best friend's messages. Suddenly she was wide awake sitting in her bed while she threw a look at her clock. It was half past eight in the morning. She still had enough time to get ready until her father wanted to set off and Elaine knew her father 𝘸𝘢𝘴 leaving by ten. No matter whether she sat in the car or not. For Elaine her father has always been the most organized person she has ever known. Always planning everything through to the last second.

With another loud yawn Elaine stepped out of her bed and made her way towards the bathroom. She fished her toothbrush out of the pink unicorn plastered glass and started brushing her teeth when she looked at herself in the mirror. At first she thought she saw a zombie - almost having a heart attack - with her disgustingly oily hair which wasn't even curly anymore, her dark circles under her eyes and the few red areas on her face. That was the first shock until she started to smell herself und let out a groan. There was no way Elaine wouldn't take a shower before she left.

So after a more than needed shower she ran back into her room only wrapped in a towel. Her long hair was dripping a mix out of water and conditioner on the floor whilst she patted herself dry. She needed to clean up the mess before her father would see because he was not only the most organized person she knew but also the cleanest. He even had some sort of addiction to everything being and looking flawless in Elaine's opinion, yet, she would never say that out loud.

She threw herself into a pair of her favorite mom jeans and a baby blue crop top which was coated by a cropped white shirt. She put on some golden jewelry, her favorite, before she slipped into some white sneakers. Elaine continued with doing her hair as she noticed a pimple placed right next to her left ear. "I- where does this little dip shit come from now?," she gasped dramatically.

Instead of hitting her head against something because she believed god had turned against her once again she started putting on some mascara and lipgloss first and then some of her favorite Coco Chanel perfume. She definitely had to pack this into her handbag as well before her father and her would leave New York for the next months.

When she was finally ready for the day she started cleaning her room a little, simply making her bed, drying her floor, bringing all the dishes downstairs and watering her plants of course. All in all she tried to not leave the biggest mess behind although she usually wouldn't give a shit. But since a cleaning women would come a few times during the holidays she thought it would be better to not cause her any more trouble than necessary.

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Elaine had around half an hour left when she brought her luggage downstairs.

She walked into the kitchen sitting down in front of the isle as she pulled out her phone. "Have you eaten yet, my dear?," her father asked her, not looking at her since he was clearly searching for something in the fridge.

"No," she murmured opening the chat with Jeremiah once again because she still had to text him back.

𝗝𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿 🧸🤍

𝗝𝗲𝗿𝗲 ⇦

𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝟯𝟬 ⇦

𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 ⇦

𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘂 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 ⇦

𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼𝗼 🤍 ⇦

Elaine then looked up again watching her father pulling out two water bottles for the ride. "Should we grab on our way some breakfast? What do you wanna eat?" Anthony turned around eyed his daughter.

"I don't know let's just go to Starbucks or something," her light brown eyes wandered to her phone again which lit up. On her home screen was a picture of her and Jeremiah when she was five and he six, during that time both of them weren't as close as they were today but sometimes Jeremiah would only play with her. With a grin on her lips she kept looking at the picture Susannah had secretly taken one day when Jeremiah and her tried to bake their favorite cookies just on their own. She was sitting on the kitchen isle because Elaine was still to short to reach the top of the isle while Jere stood on a chair both about to turn the kitchen into a battlefield.

"Okay so we're gonna go to Starbucks, would you mind telling me already what you want so we won't have to stay there for too long?," Anthony asked again while his daughter was still staring at her phone.

"Aren't we gonna use the drive through anyway?," Elaine didn't bother to look up at him as she was about to memorize every single detail in the picture.

"What are you grinning so much about, Elle?," Anthony Carter wanted to know trying to get a look at what her daughter was looking the whole time.

"Oh nothing," she replied immediately as she gushed with her hand wanting to keep her father away from her. But he just took his daughters hand and pulled her chair towards him so he could lay an arm around her. Kissing her temple he breathed in her familiar scent.

Elaine let out a laugh when she tried to pull away from her father but he didn't let go of her so instead of keep pushing him away she threw her arms around his neck and leaned against his strong body for a hug. Anthony started playing with her hair and started to hum something before Elaine whispered quietly "I love you, Papa"

Now it was him pulling away to search his daughter's dark brown eyes. For him his daughter was like an open book, always able to tell what was on her mind. But right now he wasn't really sure because all he saw was thankfulness. Thankfulness for being allowed to live such a luxurious life. For being loved so much. For having a family. He couldn't really explain where that came from all of the sudden.

"And I love you even more, my little girl," he answered leaning down to kiss Elaine's forehead.

"You know, I am actually not that little anymore."

"Don't say that, little sun! Besides you're a bit small for your size anyway." Elaine gasped as she looked at her father in disbelief but he only started laughing making his way towards the door.

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It's been more than two hours already since Elaine and her father started making their way to the Fishers in Boston when her father suddenly got called.

"Elle, can you answer the phone please? Just turn on the speaker in the car!," her father ordered. So that's what Elaine did. Putting her peach ice tea down and reached over to grab her fathers phone. When she saw who called him she immediately felt a warmth around her heart. 𝗦𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮𝗵 blinked on the screen.

"Hello Susannah," Elaine answered the phone happily as she connected it with the Bluetooth speakers in the car.

"𝙊𝙝, 𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚, 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪! 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪?," she could literally listen Susannah's smile through the speakers.

"Hello Sannah, what's up?," it was now Anthony's turn to speak.

"𝙊𝙝 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝘼𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙣, 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧," her voice sounded a bit strange though as it echoed through the car.

"It's been about two and a half hour," Elaine answered "you can for sure expect at least another two hours."

"Also you don't have to cook, Sannah. We could also grab some food on our way or-," Anthony slowly stopped the car as they reached a traffic light when he got interrupted by Elaine.

"Or we can go out," the brunette suggested cheerfully.

"𝙊𝙝 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝 𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙢, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚," suddenly another voice joined the conversation which Elaine would recognize everywhere. Jeremiah.

"Jere?," she asked excitedly.

"𝙊𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙙, 𝙇𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙮," she could hear a gasp "𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 '𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚."

"Me too, Jere, me too," she answered him that was when she turned to look out of the window. Some jerk next to her starred at her stupidly which made Elaine simply frowning. She was about to show him her prettiest finger when her father started driving again so she instead focused back on the conversation.

"𝙂𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩? 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮? 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚? 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚. 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?," Susannah suggested and I imagined how Jeremiah was standing next to her giving her his puppy eyes.

"Sure thing as long as it doesn't cause you any troubles," Anthony replied. He personally despised it whenever someone makes any effort for him. Also this man did hardly except any presents no matter for what so every time Elaine wanted him to accept her giving she always needed to prepare a master plan beforehand.

They all said their goodbyes and see you soon when the call was ended.

Elaine couldn't wait until she could finally hug Jeremiah again. Actually she grew more excited every second she got closer to him.

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"𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚," the female voice from the navigation device.

One more minute. Only one more minute. One minute and she would- that's when Anthony Carter turned into the street where the Fishers lived. Elaine was already unbuckling her seat belt - ready to jump out of the car - when Anthony was about to pull up in front of the familiar white colored house made out of wood.

But when she saw Jeremiah already running down the entrance she couldn't wait any longer. Elaine threw the door open - while her father was still driving and now started screaming at her - as she jumped out of the car and ran towards Jeremiah who opened his arms widely as soon as his eyes caught a glimpse of her.

"JEREMIAH FISHER OH. MY. GOD.," Elaine cried loudly and started running even faster.

Jeremiah did the same "ELAINE. JOSEPHINE. CARTER. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I MISSED YOU."

And then, then Elaine finally felt her body hitting against a hard, muscular one as her arms immediately wrapped around Jeremiah's neck. She could feel him pressing her close to him, her feet left the ground and Jeremiah started spinning them around, happily laughing.

"Oh god, Jere," Elaine mumbled into his neck after he had carefully put her feet back on the ground.

Jeremiah pulled away only to smile so widely at Elaine that she was sure it must have hurt him.

"Just look at you!," Jeremiah breathed now memorizing every new detail about her. "Your braces! You got them out! Smile for me, Lainy!"

Immediately the brunette started smiling showing her teeth "oh 'cmon," she giggled and tried to push him away as he came grinning closer.

"Oh my god did you do something to your hair?," the blonde then asked.

"Oh I got highlights," Elaine replied presenting her hair. Afterwards she scanned him up and down as well. Jeremiah definitely changed over the last year because suddenly he had muscles. Muscles that made him look incredibly attractive. Not only that but he even grew a few more centimeters. Again. Now Elaine was almost 15 centimeters shorter than him, already aware of how Jeremiah and Steven would tease her all summer.

"You look like a real young woman," he said letting his eyes gaze again over her now way more female looking body.

"Yeah, guess what, puberty is a thing," she scoffed "but I believe you don't know since you gotta wait a few more years until you're finally gotta be a real man."

Jeremiah dramatically placed a hand over his heart before he started laughing, ran up to Elaine and threw her over his shoulder as if she weight nothing. "Haven't you seen my muscles?"

Elaine was about to answer the blonde boy but Jeremiah let her immediately down as soon as he saw a very, very angry Anthony Carter on his way to lecture his daughter about how wrong and dangerous everything she just did was.

"ELAINE JOSEPHINE CARTER, young lady, you are in big, very big trouble. You have no idea-"

"Anthony! How nice to see you! How are you, old man?," Jeremiah walked up to him pulling him into a hug as well. Both, Elaine and Jeremiah, started grinning when Anthony hugged the boy, who was now almost as tall as him, back.

"Elle? Is that you?," suddenly a deep voice appeared behind her.

"The one and only," she turned around smilingly to Conrad. The tall brunette just looked like Elaine remembered him from New Year's Eve when both saw each other the last time. The only thing that changed was the way he wore his hair now. While Jeremiah's curly blonde hair was a little longer Conrad wore his shorter at the sides, a bit longer on the top and in a very messy middle part. Yet, Elaine liked that look on him.

"I like that hairstyle," the brunette - with, as Jeremiah noticed now, blonde highlights - was still smiling.

Only then she caught him analyzing her body just as Jeremiah did before. "You do too," he murmured whilst he made a step forward pulling Elaine into a hug. For a second her feet even left the floor - again - as he picked her up and kissed her cheek.

"Actually, you look gorgeous, Elle," Conrad said after he put her back down. And for the very first time of her entire time someone, Conrad, made Elaine blush. She could feel the heat in her face which made her look down starring at her shoes which were suddenly super interesting.

"Ayo get your own lines, big brother!," Jeremiah ranted at Conrad. He came up to them and laid confidently an arm around his best friend's shoulder. But Elaine simply turned her face to look at him, a raised eyebrow "𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 did you say that? I think I missed that part out."

"Nahh I am pretty sure I did," Jeremiah snorted pulling Elaine closer towards him. "Besides, I think we both know how gorgeous and beautiful you are. I don't have to tell you."

Conrad who watched the scene just rolled with his eyes as he made his way towards Anthony to greet him and eventually help him with Elaine's bags.

Elaine was still thinking about a snarky answer when Susannah hurried out of the house searching for her guests.

"Ellie? Oh god, my sweetheart!," she cried excitedly while Elaine walked up to her opening her arms once again.

"Sannah, seriously it's so nice to see you! I have missed you so much," she muffled.

When Susannah pulled away her ocean blue eyes were filled with nothing but love and pride. "God, you're so grown up already, my dear. Looking like a real young lady," she sighed. "Conrad! Jeremiah! Just look at Elaine, she is beautiful isn't she?"

"Yes mom," both of them answered at the same time. Susannah gave Elaine another smile, kissed her cheek before the blonde walked towards Anthony, her long time best friend. Susannah has known both Laurel and Anthony since their college time, all of them taking classes in the same college.

"Let's go in," Jeremiah said, taking her hand and started pulling her with him.

The House of the Fishers' looked just as in Elaine's memories. Immediately she felt the welcoming atmosphere. Even though it was the complete opposite from the beach house in Cousins, her home. But maybe she only felt this way because Susannah Fisher lived in there.

Jeremiah who was still holding Elaine's hand turned around to her. "C'mon let's go upstairs, there is so much we need to catch up on!"

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It was dinner time when they all sat down together at the longish table. Everyone except Adam Fisher. In fact Elaine hadn't seen him in general yet and had the feeling she also wouldn't see him when Susannah, the boys and her would made their way to Cousins tomorrow.

The dinning room was filled with happy chatters while they were all eating the pizzas Susannah and Anthony had ordered. Only Conrad wasn't talking as much as he used to.

"You know it's already a wonder that he smiled at you earlier. He has been like this all the time lately, all grumpy and this stuff," Jeremiah whispered as he noticed me staring at Conrad who had an empty look.

"Strange," the brunette murmured in response and continued eating her pizza.

"Oh by the way, Ellie, I prepared the guest room for you. I think Conrad already brought your luggage there a little while ago," Susannah suddenly said paying her attention towards Elaine now.

"Oh thank you, Susannah! But that wouldn't have been necessary. For that one night I could have just slept on the couch," Elaine replied.

"Or in my bed," Jeremiah added with a grin.

"Nah, I don't believe she would want to do that voluntarily with the volume of your snoring," Conrad retorted raising an eyebrow.

"I don't snore that's dad!," the blonde gasped, widening his eyes at Connie.

"You know, I just thought that you may want have some privacy," Susannah said now, still looking at the brunette who gave her a small smile.

"Alright, thank you a lot."

After dinner when Elaine was just about to start helping with the clearing up, her father just shook his head and instead gave her a twenty dollar bill. "You all should go and get you some ice - cream. We will do the cleaning here."

"And take Connie with you, he needs to leave the house some times too," Susannah asked, coming out of the kitchen.

Elaine nodded and walked into the garden where she found the two boys chilling near the pool. It was kind of ironic that they had one when they were spending all summer in cousins anyway, yet, the Carters had one as well as she needed to remember herself.

"Wanna get some ice - cream?," the girl asked sweetly and showed the twenty dollar bill in her hand.

"Oh yeah!," Jeremiah immediately jumped up jogging towards his best friend but Connie hesitated for a moment.

"Come on, Connie! You can't say no to dessert that's how the rules are!," Elaine tried to persuade him.

Conrad then nodded obediently, got up and tried to steal the twentieth from her — having a small smile on his lips the whole time.

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Chimerathewriter Masterlist

Spiderman across the spiderverse

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Hobie Brown

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Goodie two shoes: Hobie x fem!oc

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 (smut)

One shot: N/A

Miguel o'hara

Series: N/A

Oneshot: N/A

The summer I turned pretty

Jeremiah Fisher

Series

Watercolor Eyes: Jeremiah Fisher x oc (pause)

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berryflops · 2 years

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" history " | part one

masterlist | word count; 1, 615 | warnings: fluff, a bit of angst?

authors note: fair warning, the series will be based off scenes in the show with elements of the books. every single scene will come from the show unless it is a made-up flashback, and if something is mentioned that you don't understand please let me know, so i can let you know if it was a mistake or if it was in the book :)

My favorite moment of the entire year wasn’t the first day of school. It wasn’t the last. It wasn’t Christmas, or my birthday, or even the family trip we took to visit my grandparents in France.

My favorite moment of the entire year was the day my parents would pack our bags into the backseat of our Jeep and start our journey towards Cousins Beach.

Every year since my mom was four years old, she would drive down to Cousins, exactly two days after her school had ended. When my dad showed up, they kept up her tradition. And when I was born, all my summers were spent at Cousins.

Every year from the beginning of June till the end of August, I was in my own world. The boardwalk games, the daily ice cream. The country club, the parties. And especially the Fisher boys.

I’d known the Fisher family longer than the Conklin family had. My mom had lived through her summers in the house next door to the Becks. Susannah had been her best friend, and then Laurel came along. Laurel and Susannah were inseparable. And all three of them together had adventures to rival ours.

The entirety of my year was spent thinking of summers, until they actually got here. Belly and I had talked about it once. We measured our years in summers, like they were the only part of the year that mattered. Winters were irrelevant, boring, compared to summers. Summers were when we got to do what we wanted, live how we wanted, have fun how we wanted. Summers were with the boys, and summers were in Cousins. Nothing was ever boring at Cousins beach.

I was looking out the window as my dad parked into our driveway. My brother Tate sat in the front with him, and the two were arguing about something that I hadn’t bothered paying attention to. Tate was a year older than I was. My sister Angela, sleeping beside me, was seven. She remembered my mom the least. My dad stopped the car, and the second he did, I threw my door open and headed out. My flip-flops slapped against the concrete and I climbed through the hedges that separated my house from the Fisher home. I could hear Tate following me. The second their front yard got into sight I could see the Conklins as well. Jeremiah and Steven were in their own world as the hugged, and so were Susannah and Laurel. Belly, on the other hand, was climbing out of the car.

“Bells!” I called out to her, causing her to turn around and embrace me as I ran towards her. I picked her up and twirled her slightly, setting her down to look up and down. “You look gorgeous, you know?” I laughed. She did. Her hair was a beautiful dark brown and it had an auburn tint to it. She didn’t have contacts anymore and her eyes had a shine to them that hadn’t been there before.

“Thank you.” she tilted her head down shyly. I smiled at her again before letting her go.

I turned around to see Jeremiah Fisher.

Jeremiah and I have an odd relationship. A complicated one. When we were kids, we were best friends. The kind of best friends that had secret handshakes, and fought over silly opinions, and shoved each other in the pool without regretting a single bit of it. Then one day, he promised to bring me to to the boardwalk, to make up for all the fun I’d missed while going to basketball practice. I got excited about it and everything. We were thirteen.

He stood me up for some girl he’d met the week before.

He promised he’d make it up to me. He said he’d bring me out to the drive-in.

He hung out with Conrad, Steven, and Tate instead, playing video games all night while I waited for him to knock on my door.

It happened all summer. Over and over. Eventually, I got so sick of it that I confronted him about it. I made him walk with me to the docs.

I hate remembering what he said that day. All I’m going to say is that Jere knew all my weaknesses.

I’d slapped him in the face and ran away crying. That had been the end of my friendship with Jeremiah Fisher.

“Hey, Sammy. How was your school year?” Jeremiah smirked, immediately slipping into his little flirty cover. It used to be my favorite thing about him, and now it was my least.

“Shove off, Fisher.” I rolled my eyes, bumping his shoulder to move past him towards Conrad and Belly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tate shove Jeremiah playfully.

Conrad hugged me immediately, didn’t hesitate like he did with Belly. I laughed when he lifted me off the ground, just as a jab towards how tall he was getting.

He set me down. “You got muscles, Sam. You’re probably fitter than me and Jere.” he smiled teasingly. I laughed, swatting at him playfully.

“Basketball requires work, does it not?” I teased, flexing my biceps. Conrad attacked my stomach, tickling me immediately. I giggled, erupting into small fits of laughter.

“Yo, Connie, quit flirting with Sam!” Conrad rolled his eyes at Steve, pausing his attack immediately. I tucked my hands into the back pockets of my shorts. I was oblivious to their comments after all our summers.

I liked how I’d put myself together that summer. Most my clothes were new, curtesy of my dad’s annual seasonly shopping spree. I was wearing white jean shorts, beige flip-flops, and a sage green tank top with daisies decorating the fabric. My previously bright red hair had turned a deep auburn, and it complemented my dark tan skin. My olive eyes stood out because of my hair as well. Everything had come together that summer. Everything had fit.

I knew I wasn’t as pretty as Belly, or the girls at Cousins that the boys hung out with. But I felt prettier than before. And that was enough for me.

“Hey, hey, hey, guys, guys.” Steven lead Jeremiah and Tate towards Belly, Conrad and I. He started making small shrugging gestures with his hands. “I mean, I don’t know about you, but I-“ he cut himself off, looking down at his naked wrist. Jeremiah mimicked him, and Tate followed the two. “I, well I think, it’s time for a..”

Jeremiah continued, “For a..” The three boys looked at each other.

“A Belly flop!” Belly backed away slowly and I started giggling. The boys had come up with the Belly flop when we were kids, most likely Steven’s idea. Jeremiah was Belly’s best friend, Steven and Tate were her older brothers, and Conrad, well, we’d never known about Conrad. But they all loved teasing her, Steven especially. So when Steven let Belly slip through his arms as she sprinted, screaming at them, all four boys ran after her, Conrad tackling her first. Jeremiah and Steven grabbed her legs, and Tate helped with her torso. I followed as they brought her towards the back.

Belly was calling for me to stop, and I knew it was a failed attempt. Even with the strength I’d gathered, me against those four? Never gonna work.

I sat behind them on the lounge chairs as the started counting down, swinging Belly back and forth. “One, two, three!” Belly splashed into the water, screaming at the last second when they’d all laughed. She’d given up on crying about it years ago.

“How’s the water?” Jeremiah remarked, staring down at her cheekily. His blond curls were blowing in the breeze and I forced myself to look away.

“Guys, I hurt my ankle.” I stood up immediately after hearing Belly. The boys never would have thrown me into the water. They knew they’d get beat up for it by me, and me alone. “Come on.” Belly held out her hand. Before I could reach for her, Conrad did.

“Yeah, got you.” He gripped her hand, and before any of us could figure out what was happening, she pulled him in with her. I smiled at the two, facing Steven, Jeremiah, and Tate instead.

Steven draped an arm over my shoulder before addressing Jeremiah. “Bro, did your mom get that fancy cheese or whatever?” Jeremiah shoved his arm playfully.

“Yeah, dude, don’t worry. She went out yesterday and got all that.” Tate grinned at the two.

“Jere, your mom picks the best food.” He added. Steven laughed.

“You two don’t even live here.”

Jeremiah faced me, and suddenly his ocean blue eyes were sinking deep into mine and all I could think was, I’m drowning, God, I’m drowning. “You could if you wanted to.” He winked and the moment was over, like it hadn’t even started.

Steven and Jeremiah had gone off into the house somewhere, and I’d dragged Tate back home with me to unpack. When we got over next door all our bags were already inside. I peeked into the living room to see Angela lying on the couch. “Tate, can you?” I gestured towards her, letting my brother lift her up with a gentleness he’d always reserved for family as he brought her up the stairs. I knew when he thought no one was looking he’d tuck her in.

I turned around and picked up my bags, lugging them upstairs. I took out my phone, and I had a few texts from friends. My dad had said he was going grocery shopping, and that was the only one I’d checked. My friends back home could wait. Summer in Cousins had just begun.

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