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Life Jacket- Chapter 2

Hi!! Thanks for all the love on the first chapter! Sorry this out later than I expected but I couldn't stop writing and I didn't want to end the chapter at an odd spot.

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Conrad Fisher x Eldest Conklin Sibling Reader

Blurb | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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The first day always went the same. Unpack, swim, shower, nap, dinner. Sometimes the first bonfire of the season was the first day we got there, other times it was the next day. This year it was the first. So today’s order was, unpack, swim, shower, nap, dinner, get ready, party.

We all gathered around the table for dinner in our usual spots. My Mom, Belly, and me on one side, Steven and Jere across from us, then Conrad on the end next to me, and Sussanah on the end next to my Mom. The spots never changed over the years, unless we had guests to squeeze in somewhere. The other thing that never changed was the food. Susannah was an amazing cook. She had taught me to cook over the years. I had spent many hours by her side being her ‘little sous chef’ as she called me. This summer she told me she would show me her old college food recipe hacks.

I picked my head up from my plate when I heard Jeremiah’s voice, “So Y/n/n when do you leave for school? Do they have the swim team go early?”

I nodded, quickly swallowing my food so I could answer, “Yeah I have to go early, It's not too bad though only 2 weeks before the regular move-in date. I leave on August 5th.”

Susannah spoke next, “We’re so proud of you, our little fish.” Everyone chuckled at the nickname, ‘little fish’. Susannah had been calling me that for years.

“So what about you man when do you leave for training camp?” Steven asked Conrad, only he wasn’t the one who answered. Jeremiah did.

“He uh quit football.” Silenced stretched over the table. He what? I stared at him in disbelief, but in my heart, a part of me felt relieved for him. Being a student athlete isn’t easy and I knew Conrad only did football for his father. Sure he still loved the sport, but not enough.

“What you quit? Why man, I would’ve killed to play college ball?” Steven asked Conrad but again he didn't respond, his mother answered this time.

“He can always change his mind.” That made Conrad speak up, getting defensive towards his mother in a way I didn't usually see from him.

“I’m not gonna change my mind, I was just gonna sit on the bench all season anyway.” I sat quietly. I didn’t know what to say. Conrad and I bonded over our athleticism over the years, it felt weird to think we didn’t share that similarity anymore.

I hadn't realized I was staring at him until he looked back at me, our eyes locked and yet I still couldn't move. You'd think it'd be instinct to look away but as he came into focus, we just stared. I tried my best to read him to understand why he might do that, Why would he quit? I knew he didn't love it but he had gone this far with it, What made him change his mind?

There was something unreadable in his expression I didn't think it was regret or nostalgia or sadness or anger but instead some combination of all of it. I wondered why. He looked away first turning his attention to his plate as he picked at the food in front of him. I didn't push him on it, I wasn't sure I'd push him on it later either. I’m sure he had a reason, maybe it’d be best if I just let him tell me if he wanted.

The rest of dinner continued on like normal on the first night. Catching up, making jokes, and just being happy to be in each other's presence again. Everyone went their separate ways to get ready for the bonfire, and Belly and the moms stayed downstairs preparing for their movie night. Their tradition started a few years ago when Belly was 11, almost 12. That was the first year we went to a bonfire, Conrad and I were 14, and Jeremiah and Steven were 13. The bonfires were different then, we were with the younger crowd still unmixed from the older kids. It was in the backyard of the house owned by a kid Jeremiah and Conrad knew from sailing camp. Belly was so upset she couldn't come with us. She was too young and we didn't want to have to watch out for her the whole night, or entertain her for that matter. I love my sister and she's gotten a lot better over the years but she loves attention, even though she won't admit it. Having her come meant that I would have to keep her by my side the whole night, that I couldn't mingle with new kids and make new friends. The moms promised to hang out with her that night. They went to the drugstore in town and bought a bunch of candy. Susannah made brownies and they watched a movie, a PG-13 movie which Belly thought was awesome at the time.

I didn't do too much to get ready for the bonfire, it wasn't anything new, but I still like to look a little bit nice. It was the first time I was seeing everybody for the season after all. My hair was down, air-dried from the shower I took earlier so it had a natural wave to it. A little concealer under my eyes, some mascara, tinted lip balm, and that was that. I put on a tank top and some jean shorts with my navy Cousins Beach sweatshirt on top. It tended to get a little bit chilly on the beach at night. I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes catching on the shimmer coming from my ears. My pearl earrings, Susannah's pearl earrings. She gave them to me for my 16th birthday just like her mother did and I've treasured them every day since.

I had to shoo the thought away as I felt myself getting choked up. I exited my room and went down the stairs, slipping on my very worn-in black Converse by the door. I heard stories of people in college having a designated pair of shoes they called their ‘frat shoes’. This pair of black Converse was that for me over the summer. They had been covered in sand, soaked from water, and scuffed with dirt, more times than I could count.

As I finished tying my last lace, the boys walked down the stairs. I sat up, shoes now tied, and patted my knees, “You guys ready to go?”

“Yep let's do this we're taking my car. Y/N you promised to be DD for the night right? Don’t worry though I won’t drink too much anyway, wouldn't want to be hungover for my first day of duty, right Y/ N?” Jeremiah answered.

I laughed, “No Jere, you definitely shouldn't be hungover. Wouldn't look good for me either after I vouched for you to get this job. But yes I’ll be DD.” He laughed with me throwing his arm over my shoulder as we walked to the car. Steven called shotgun which left me and Conrad to sit together in the back. I hated to admit it to myself but he looked good. How someone could pull off a gray hoodie that well I didn't know, but he pulled off a gray hoodie and jeans better than I'd seen ever before.

The drive was silent in terms of conversation but in the front seat, Jeremiah and Steven were singing their hearts out to Steven's ‘pregame’ playlist off Spotify. I kept my gaze out the window. Partly because I was still taking in the beauty of Cousins, partly because I could look at him. He looked too good and I always had to distance myself from Conrad before parties. I never knew how they’d play out with him. Sometimes he’d just stick close to us, the crew, and have a super fun night hanging out. Usually, that’s what he did when I was at the party with the guys but I’d been told the stories of his playboy party actions when I wasn’t there, and last summer I had gotten a glimpse of it. A girl named Nicole had come up to him and started chatting with him. Within seconds she was quite touchy-feely. Her hand was on his chest or upper arm, even playing with his hair every once in a while. I had whispered into Jere’s ear who was between me and the horny fest, “Who’s that?”

Jere took a quick glance over his shoulder and then whispered back, “Nicole, she and Conrad hook up every once in a while.”

I furrowed my brows, “I’ve literally never seen her before.”

“They met at a party last summer when you had left for swim camp, I think her family like only comes out for August.”

I swallowed the information and then excused myself to get a drink. I stole a beer from the kid's fridge and walked back feeling a little bit better now that I had a drink in my hand. But when I looked up to find Nicole on her tiptoes kissing Conrad against the wall, the power of the drink in my hand ceased. I turned back to the kitchen, leaning against the counter by myself for a few minutes. I had my focus down on my hands when I suddenly looked up at the sound of the refrigerator doors flying open. It was her. She was seemingly grabbing a beer from the fridge the same way I had been just a second ago. I expected her to walk back out to Connie, but instead, she stationed herself on the counter, so I took that as my sign to walk back. It was the first, and only time since I had seen Conrad's fuck-boy behavior, but the stories continued, and I never let myself feel unprepared for the chance I might see it again.

Now sitting in the car with him I did just that as I watched the houses go by. The streets are littered with beautiful bloomed hydrangeas. Suddenly, my hair was pushed behind my ear. I turned my head as his hand draped its way down from my ear to the ends of my hair. His face was soft but I could see the dimples around his smile starting to crease. I shifted in my seat, nervous with his attention on me.

“W-what are you doing?” I spoke lowly. Not that it mattered, Jere and Steven had no chance of hearing over our screaming.

“You’re hiding.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. And it left me speechless. “Your hair is always so soft, you’d think after years of chlorine that wouldn’t be the case.”

That eased the tension a little, as the corner of my mouth turned up. “Well, that's because I wear one of those swim caps.”

He laughed, “I’d pay to have a picture of that.”

I laughed with him, “Don’t say that to my mom 'cause she’d easily take your money for an exchange.”

“Let's go!” Jeremiah shouted, exiting the car along with my brother. I hadn't realized we had stopped.

I looked over my shoulder to see Conrad hadn’t moved. His eyes looked at me like he was observing my soul. I held my breath. As if not breathing would help ease the bubbles floating around in my chest.

I couldn’t bear it.

With an awkward laugh, I scooted out of the car and jogged over to Jere and Steven. I didn’t want to walk down alone. I knew the boys wouldn’t stay by my side the whole night, they’d go do other things within the first hour, but I liked to hold onto them for as long as I could. I didn’t mind the girls I’d met with the guys here over the years, but we were never that close. Nicole, Dara, Gigi, Marisa, and Shayla, we’d all lose contact over the school year. I also knew some people who weren’t from that crew. Some of them I knew from the swim club I used to do at the Country Club when I was little under the Fisher’s name. I wasn’t exactly supposed to be in the club seeing as I wasn’t truly a member but Susannah had a way of getting people to do what she wanted. Kindness can be blinding. The club was mostly made up of little boys, there were only 3 of us girls, Sydney, Ally, and me. Sydney was a nice girl. She was super smart, and ambitous, she’s set to start at Princeton for business in the Fall. Ally, I remained better friends with as we grew up. She was a dedicated swimmer like me so we even ran into each other sometimes during the school year at competitions. Ally was a total sweetheart, but she liked to have fun. She was easy to hang out with, she understood. I hoped they were here, I had forgotten to text them when I got to Cousins.

The fire wasn’t too crazy, they had to be careful not to draw too much attention from the cops. A big crowd of people had already formed though and it was only 9:30. I grabbed a cola from the cooler as I said hello to everyone coming up to us. Chit-chat was made with numerous people, and I couldn’t help but feel these conversations were really competitions for these kids. It was like every comment had to be a one-up to the one previous.

It was around 10:30 when a hand plopped down on my shoulder abruptly. I assumed it was one of the guys but then he came into my eyeline, Peter Millington.

“Yooo Y/N what's good?” He said a little slurred. As he moved to stand in front of me his hand dropped from my shoulder.

“Hey Peter,” I laughed. Peter was a good guy, he was flirty but it was harmless. Annoying, but harmless. I met him at the swim club when we were 10.

“So miss big shot where you heading this fall? I’m sure schools across the country were practically begging outside your front door!”

I laughed, “I won’t deny that, but I’m actually not going far. I’m gonna be going to Harvard.” His mouth hung open.

“No shit.”

“Yes, shit. How about you, still swimming?”

He shook his head, “Nah nah, I’m trying to be a sports agent, I’ll be going to Penn State.”

“That’s great, congrats.” I smiled at him.

He pointed at me a big smirk spreading across his face, “Yeah so you better remember me when you go all famous.” He finished his statement by slightly hitting the side of my arm.

“You got it Pete, I won’t forget you-”

“Belly what the fuck!” My head snapped and my jaw dropped. I took off over to them. I sort of abandoned Pete but eh, he’ll be fine.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Steven yelled.

I smacked his shoulder once I had run up to them. “Stop yelling! You’re making a scene!” I whisper-shouted at him.

Then I turned my attention to my baby sister. My baby sister, who wasn’t supposed to be here. My baby sister, who was just talking to a man 5 years older than her. My baby sister, who chose to wear a tiny skin-tight pink mini dress. My clueless, trouble-causing, baby sister.

“What are you doing here?” I asked her as calmly as I could.

“What I can’t go to a party?” She bit back defensively.

Excuse me? She didn’t get to give me shit for being concerned when she's the one who showed up out of the blue. I scoffed, “Did I say that?”

“What are you even wearing Belly we are on the beach why would you-“

“Steven. Knock it off. Go hang out with Shayla.” This was getting too aggravating. Steven was instigating too much, he must have already pissed Belly off by the time I ran up and now I had to deal with it.

“Did Taylor tell you to wear that or something?” I asked Belly, trying my best to figure out what was going on without having to have an argument in the middle of a party.

“Why can’t I just dress nicely without being questioned?” Why the hell was she being so defensive?

“Again did I say that?” I couldn’t hold back the bite to my tone.

She rolled her eyes before looking at me. But then her gaze sharply caught something over my shoulder. I turned to look. Jeremiah. Drunk off his ass. Standing next to the fire trying to strip and go skinny dipping. He had already stripped off his sweatshirt, shirt, shoes, and socks.

“Great.” I scoffed, running over to my now 2nd problem of the night.

When he saw me running over he smiled brightly, “Y/N! We are going swimming come on! OH MY GOSH Belly! You’re here! You come too!”

Belly laughed beside me and I would’ve thrown a dirty look her way if I had the energy to spare.

“No. No one is going swimming. It’s pitch black, the rip currents are crazy, and you are wasted. That’s all recipe for disaster.” I said authoritatively.

Jeremiah pouted. “Please?”

“No. Now put your clothes on.”

“Booooo.” Was he serious? He swayed as he re-dressed, his shirt blocking his vision. Good god.

“And get rid of the drink Jere, You’ve had enough.”

“Ughhh fine party pooper.” Before I could stop him he threw his drink into the fire.

“Jere-” The fire grew, a blaze lighting the beach. Shouts were heard as other drunk idiots followed Jeremiah’s lead and fueled the fire. “I can’t with this, Jere hang out with Belly.”

He smiled at that, “Alright come here belly button sit with me by the fire.” She giggled and obliged.

I took a deep breath, my feet taking me to the shoreline without even thinking. I needed to calm down. The chaos was overwhelming. I sat down on the sand a few feet away from where the water reached. The breeze flowed against me and I felt my mind begin to ease. This. This is why I always loved Cousins. I will never feel as at peace as I do when I’m next to the ocean. Water just calmed me down. I was the little fish.

I hoped that would never change. I hoped I would always be the little fish, no matter how big or how small the pond. No matter what happened down the line, the peace I felt by the water would never be disturbed. I’d always be, as Susannah so deemed me, a little fish.

I felt a plop next to me in the sand. I knew who it was without even looking, I could simply feel his energy. It was Conrad. He looked out on the water as he placed whatever drink he had in his hand down next to him. I kept my gaze out on the water as well. It felt good to just sit with somebody. With him.

“So you go around telling everybody you’re going to Harvard?” He said, slight humor in his tone.

I sighed, “I mean only when anyone asked.”

“No shouting from the rooftops?”

“No shouting from the rooftops. I’m not a big bragger.” I snickered, and so did he.

“You? Please! You have always been humble but you never shied away from sharing your accomplishments. You should be proud of yourself, it’s a big deal.” I just shrugged in response.

“I’m proud of you.” I looked at him then. His eyes were full of sincerity. I don’t think he knew how much that meant to hear. I caught his eyes flicking to my lips.

Wait what-

He was looking at my lips and when he looked back up his eyes shone with vulnerability. I couldn’t help myself when my eyes dipped down to look at his. I imagined what it’d be like to kiss him. His soft pillowy lips moving against my own. I wondered where he’d put his hands. He seemed like the type of guy to cup the back of your head. I’d feel the weight of his hand as he pulled me into him like he was desperate for our connection. Maybe one hand would fall to my hips or my thigh, acting like an anchor.

I couldn’t let my mind wander too far. Lord knows where that would lead. When our eyes met the tension was unmistakable. I couldn’t. I couldn’t let myself fall into him. I’d never stand back up.

“Stella? Alright, thanks man!”

Spell broken. Peter had just snatched Conrad’s beer from its spot between us and was taking a big slug of it.

“Pete what the hell?” I said, standing up from my seat on the sand.

“Dude give me my beer back.” Conrad stood up as well, Pete was standing between us.

“Whaaaat? You weren’t even drinking it man! It was just- you know just sitting there and all the- all the other Stella’s are gone.” He was plastered. I felt my chest sink. This isn’t gonna go well.

“I don’t give a fuck if there aren’t any left, that one is mine now give it back to me.” Conrad defended.

“Connie come on-”

“It’s just a beer man.” Pete turned to face primarily towards Conrad.

“Exactly, so give me my beer back and get yourself your own.”

“No.”

“Pete come on you definitely don’t need another drink.” I approached him, going to put my hand down on his shoulder to try and calm him down. Then just as I did he rolled back his elbow saying,

“Oh fuck off.”

I fell to the ground. His elbow collided right with my ear and the side of my face. Well, that hurt like a bitch. I’ll have a black eye on my first day back to work. Awesome.

“Y/N-“

I kept my eyes clenched shut for a minute before I felt a hand come to my shoulder, it was Belly and Jeremiah helping me up. My ears rang for a minutes before clearing. I watched as Steven and Jere broke up the fight.

Conrad looked at me as Steven pulled him back. I shook my head and looked away. Actually, I looked right at the flashing blue and red lights now coming from the top of the dunes. Cops, awesome.

“Enough!” I snapped everyone out of it, “Let’s go! Come on!”

I grabbed Belly’s hand as we ran up to the car, glancing over my shoulder quickly to make sure the boys were behind us.

“Jere keys!” I caught the keys as he tossed them to me, unlocking the car doors. “In! Now!”

I started the car, a scowl on my face. My head felt like it was vibrating but it wasn’t like any of them could drive with their intoxication level. I couldn’t believe them. How on earth did they think it was appropriate to act like this? I kept my eyes on the road, but I was sure they could feel the anger radiating off of me.

“Y/N look I-“ Steven started but I cut him off.

“I don’t wanna hear it.”

Then Jeremiah came in, “We didn’t mean to-“

“I said I don’t wanna hear it! Unless you want me to hit a drunk teenager stumbling home, you’ll shut up and listen to me! I’m distracted enough by the pinging in my head.”

They were silent after that.

I was mad and I had plenty of reason to be. I had been in this position with my sibling plenty of times, a few with Jeremiah, but never Conrad. I knew he started fights occasionally, but never with me around.

I pulled into the driveway and parked the car. Then I child-locked in all those mother fuckers. I unblocked my seatbelt and positioned myself to be able to see them all. Steven and Jere struggled to open the doors while Belly sat in the middle confused. To my surprise Conrad just sat in his seat, his focus down in his lap, he made no objections. Once the three backseat idiots figured it out they looked to me expectantly.

I raised my brows, “What you thought just cause I didn’t want you distracting me while driving you were gonna be off the hook?”

“Y/N what do you even care? You’re not our mom.” Belly said, rolling her eyes.

She only fueled my anger, “Yeah no shit I’m not 'cause Mom wouldn’t have put up with even an ounce of the crap you guys pulled tonight. Do you think I like playing mommy? Do you think I wouldn’t have rathered to enjoy the first night of my summer stress-free? You are lucky I’m a good sister, 'cause I could so easily walk inside and tell Mom everything that went down tonight. Then maybe you’d realize that having you deal with me instead of mom, is me being nice.” I watched my sibling's attitudes deflate. Jeremiah on the other hand was sitting there trying and failing to hide the smirk from his face. “What’s so funny Jeremiah? Do you think I’m not talking to you too right now? All of you put me in bad positions tonight because of how you acted. ”

Jeremiah chimed in again, “We weren’t that bad.”

My jaw dropped, “Not that bad? Let’s see who should I start with. How about you Jeremiah, I stopped you from getting naked in front of every teenager in cousins, potentially drowning and killing yourself, and even after I did that you acted like an idiot! Throwing alcohol into the fire, you’re probably the reason the cops came! Oh and just the cherry on top, the fact that you’re wasted after promising me you wouldn’t be.” He was quiet now.

“Steven had to cause a whole scene, but I’m not even that mad at him because he was right to be questioning you Bells! How the hell did you even get there?”

She peeked up sheepishly, “I walked.”

“You walked? Belly do the Moms even know you came to the bonfire?”

“No, I snuck out.” She spoke in a quiet tone.

“Jesus Bells! If you had just told me you wanted to come I would’ve vouched for you. For god sake, I would’ve given you a ride!” My head pounded. I rubbed my forehead trying to ease the pain, I needed some advil. “You guys can’t act like that. It’s dangerous, and quite frankly embarrassing. I’m just- I’m done dealing with it.” I took a breath and unlocked the doors, “Go inside guys. Go to sleep.” I sat forward with my head in my hands. I heard the doors open and close as they got out without a word.

Except he didn’t. I didn’t look over at him. I honestly didn’t know what to say to him. I didn’t know how I felt at the moment.

“Are you ok? Is your head alright?” He had worry in his voice and I couldn’t help but feel a flutter in my heart.

“I have a headache and I’ll probably wake up to a huge bruise on my cheek but I’m fine.”

“How come you’re not mad at me too?”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t mad at you.” I felt his eyes on me the whole time but mine stayed forward at the house.

“You didn’t yell at me like everyone else.”

“Because I didn’t know what to say to you not because I’m not mad at you.”

A beat passed. Just us sitting in the car before he spoke up again, “I’m so sorry you got hurt, Pete was plastered-“

“You could’ve just let him have the beer.”

“Y/N I wasn’t going to-“

“Look it’s been a long night, just- just go to bed Con.” I grabbed the keys and left the car. I hadn’t looked at him once and I didn’t look back at him. I couldn’t. I don’t even think I was truly mad at him, I mean it was Pete’s fault, not his. I was more overwhelmed with tonight’s events and I didn’t have the energy to unpack anything right now. My head was pounding and I needed to lay down. Work would be a nightmare tomorrow morning.

I went straight into the shower when I got inside. I gave myself a quick rinse. Susannah always stoked our bathroom with luxurious bath products for me and Belly. But I know Steven liked it too.

I walked into my room and plopped right down onto my bed. Man, it was soft, and it only seemed softer after a hard night.

I went to grab my phone when I saw it. A water bottle, advil, an ice pack, and a cookie, sitting on my bedside table, and I most certainly didn’t put it there. I knew who did. I knew it was him, and I could feel myself smile a little. I felt myself forgive him, he was hard to stay mad at. He wouldn’t mention it, I probably wouldn’t either, but we knew that we knew. That was enough.

For now.

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caffeinemachine · 9 months

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omg hi could you maybe do the scene from season 2 where he’s at Brown but gets accepted into Stanford but then like make it Harvard instead??

you read my mind... I have a take on that scene coming in the series!!

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caffeinemachine · 9 months

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Life Jacket Series- Input needed!

Hey guys! So happy people are as excited about this series as I am :)

I needed help deciding, should Conrad go to Brown still or should I write that he goes to Harvard with her?!!

Let me know your thoughts!

#the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher angst #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher #conrad fisher imagine #tsitp conrad #conrad fisher fluff #team conrad

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caffeinemachine · 9 months

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I wrote it I couldn't help myself lol

The first part is out now!

So I've had this idea stuck in my head and I'm trying to decide if I should write it...

Conrad x Eldest Conklin Sibling Reader

Like Belly and Steven's older sister, the same age as Conrad. She's a highly skilled swimmer set to start on Harvard Swim Team in the Fall. A little older sister angst you know ( possibly projecting lol ). I just have this vision 😩😩

Like in my mind, she's the perfect mix of badass and sweetheart. And Conrad has been in love with her forever but she has no idea... She always loved him too but was never fully allowed to indulge in her youth cause of her being such a talented athlete ( older sister angstttttt ). And then the summer before college for them, Conrad just like neeeeeds her cause ever since he found out about his mom he just had this mindset of like she's the one I want to be with and lifes too short and I want my mom to see me with her. Soulmates fr. But she's maybe being hard to get cause she is so bombarded with responsibilities and she is too sacred to let herself let go and be with him.... fast forward to a big screaming love confession when Conrad is just like " Why won't you let me love you?!....Let me LOVE YOU!"

so yeah.. should I write it?

#conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher angst #conrad fisher fluff #conrad fisher #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x y/n #tsitp conrad #conrad fisher fanfic #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #tsitp s2

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caffeinemachine · 9 months

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Life Jacket - Chapter 1

Conrad Fisher x Eldest Conklin Sibling Reader

I just wrote this so quickly cause it was sitting in my head and it had to get out. Go read this post for an idea of what this series will be! I'm very excited about it!

Here's Part One!!!

Word Count; 1.2K

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Cousins. Lots of mixed emotions came with going to Cousins. I loved it I really did, but I wasn’t blessed with the privilege of experiencing the blissful, worry-free love like my sister. Things still followed me to Cousins, responsibilities. And I always was stuck wishing they didn’t.

My siblings got to go swimming whenever they wanted, I had to swim once a day to “keep up with it” in my parents' words, mainly my Dad. I know they don't mean it. That in their hearts they do it out of love. Cause I do love swimming, I really do, but sometimes I wish reality could go on pause so I could live freely for a little while. With no concerns, or right way or wrong way, just me doing as I please. Without my Dad here the past two summers it helped. He’s harder on me than Mom. I grew up to realize it was just cause he didn’t really know how to be a parent. Does anyone really? But his way of showing me love as a parent was by promising my success and ensuring my future. Well, I got recruited to Harvard's swim program with a scholarship so I guess his way of love kind of worked.

Despite everything, Cousins meant I got to see them. Susannah, Jeremiah, and him. Conrad. He was what stirred my emotions about Cousins the most. I’d had a crush on him for as long as I could remember. But I couldn’t tell him. I couldn’t jeopardize our families like that. I didn’t have time for boys. I had tried to date here and there, but everyone got bored, or mad that I “didn’t have enough time for them”. I couldn’t even get upset because they were right. I didn’t have time for them like normal high school girls did. I couldn’t hang out after school, I had swim practice and very few high school boys wanted to hang out just to do homework together once I got home if you know what I mean. I couldn't afford to be distracted, so I let them all go. I couldn’t do that to Conrad, put him in that situation. I also think I couldn’t do it to myself. The other boys didn’t matter, but him? Losing him would crush me so hard that I don’t think I would recover.

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I drove to Cousins with Steven in my car. I had saved up all summer and bought my trusty Volkswagen Passat last Fall. That was another pro about Cousins, the money. I've worked as a lifeguard at the club since I was 15, and I also did swim lessons there as well as private lessons. Those people will pay real well to have an all-star swimmer teach their three-year-old how to float I’ll tell ya.

“So you excited to work this summer?” I asked Steven. He got a job at the pool snack stand at the club and I had helped Jeremiah get a position as a lifeguard.

“Yeah, I guess, I’m excited to make big bucks like you have been all these summers.” He smiled at me making me instantly light up. Steven just had a natural energy to him that brightened people's moods.

We jammed out to music for the rest of the drive and before I knew it we were pulling in the driveway. I noticed my mom's car wasn’t here yet. Knowing her and Belly, they probably stopped for snacks. Man, this house. I dreamed about this house. It was absolutely beautiful. I honked, our signal to them we had arrived.

Jeremiah was the first one to run out to see us, but Susannah was not far behind. Conrad was nowhere to be seen, odd. I didn't have time to think about it though as Jere scooped me up in a big hug and spun me around. I noticed then how much he had grown since last summer. He probably started working out and he definitely grew a couple of inches. As we said hello he had a huge smile on his face, he usually did Jere was always a golden retriever in human form.

Then Susannah came up to me. when Susannah hugged me it was like life went on pause, the way I always wanted it to. In her arms I was safe, in her arms I was still just her baby, the first born girl.

“ Wow Y/N look at you, my precious girl, you've bloomed," Susannah said to me as she held the sides of my face. I never doubted a word Susannah said, the way she said things made me believe them. Susannah never said it and neither did I, but we were each other's favorites. She always spoiled me, she always was my number one fan. Susannah had a level of enthusiasm to her that most people didn't have. It probably wasn't fair for me to call her my favorite. She got to love me like a mother and spoil me like the fun aunt, and she never had to give me any of the negatives. So yes it probably wasn't fair for her to be my favorite, which is why I only ever told her private.

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We all walked back inside, Susannah and Jere helping Steven and me carry in our bags. Still no Conrad. I dropped my bags on the floor as I scanned my eyes around my room. Nothing out of place, everything was as I left it. I really do love this room. It was bigger than my one back home, it even had a small walk-in closet. Conrad and I had the biggest rooms, we were the oldest so we got the first pick of rooms.

I'm mindlessly unpacked for a while before hearing the same signal I had done myself just a bit earlier, Mom and Belly were here. I didn't rush down after all, I had seen them just a few hours ago. I thought it was okay to let them have their own proper reunion with the Fishers. So I finished putting the rest of my clothes in my drawers before I went downstairs. However, when I open my bedroom door, I open it to find Conrad with his hand in mid-air as if he were about to knock.

“Whoa- oh, hi,” I said somewhat skeptically, he had just appeared out of nowhere, where had he been when I would got here? He cleared his throat, shuffling his feet somewhat awkwardly as he put his arm down from its spot in the air and clasped his hands behind his back.

“Hey, um I was uh coming to say hello! I was down at the beach surfing all morning, I didn't even realize you were here until your mom pulled up and you weren't with her.” He seemed nervous for some reason, I wasn't sure why.

“Don't worry about it, was the surf any good?”

He smiled at me then, “ Yeah it was so good, I lost track of time.” I smile back at him, I had missed him.

“Glad to know you missed my entrance for something worthwhile.” He laughed, me along with him before his face went back to being relaxed. He stared at me in silence for a few moments before suddenly, before I could even realize what was happening, Conrad had his arms around me. Conrad was hugging me. It was nice, but odd. Conrad wasn't the most affectionate person and this was very out of the blue.

“I'm happy you're here Y/N.” He whispered, slightly muffled by my hair. We backed away as I said,

“Me too.” The silence stretched a moment too long for my level of comfort. He was too intoxicating, his gaze on me was all consuming, I had to get out of there. “I'm going to go say hi to my mom and my sister.” I rushed out, going past him down the stairs before he even replied.

This summer was already off to an interesting start.

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So I've had this idea stuck in my head and I'm trying to decide if I should write it...

Conrad x Eldest Conklin Sibling Reader

so yeah.. should I write it?

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Masterlist :)

Hey! Requests are open (find request quidlines here) and I'm currently working on some right now, so to keep things organized I figured I'd make a masterlist lol. So here's everything I've written and posted:

Spencer Reid-

A Splash of Milk, Two Sugars - Fluff - Spencer is struck with a crush from the moment he meets the new BAU member. Weeks fly by and when he finally works up the courage to “make a move” it all goes wrong.

Sunday Rituals -A little angst + Fluff fluff fluff - Spencer’s headaches return at the most inconvenient time. Right before the date he finally secured with Y/N. His mind clouded with pain and them being called away to a case, will he be able to apologize and still get the girl?

(Part 2 to Sunday Rituals) Books and Bagels - Fluff - With no work, and no pain in the way, Spencer and Y/N finally go out together. How do they celebrate their first date? By completing Y/N’s Sunday ritual.

Jeremiah Fisher-

The Girl Next Door (Series)

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 |

Best friends to lover, Jeremiah Fisher x OC, summer vibes, lol read the prologue for a summary

Conrad Fisher

Life Jacket - Conrad fisher x Eldest Sibling Conklin Reader

The blurb | Part 1 | Part 2

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The Girl Next Door- Part 2

A/N: Hey! Here is Part 2! Sorry it's not much, I've been away and haven't had much time to write, but part 3 is already in the works so it'll be out soon!

Series Chapter:

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2

Jeremiah Fisher x OC! Isabella Sullivan

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I dragged Ella with me across the sand to my car. Together we maneuvered a wasted Conrad into the backseat, and as we went to get into the car ourselves we both stopped before our butts reached the seats.

“Steven! Fuck!” We said in unison, meeting around the back of the car.

“I’ll look at the dunes, you look by the water, meet at the car,” Ella said and we split. Like idiots, we split because when I found Steven by the water being practically carried by Shayla I went back to the car and now couldn’t find Ella. I pulled out my phone to call her right when a flashlight shone through my driver's side window.

“You kids been drinking?”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

If I call her now she will be ratted out to the cops with the rest of us and Ella's parents would kill her. The Sullivans were pretty chill with letting her be independent but they were strict with her about grades, and image, Mr. Sullivan being one of the most successful lawyers in Massachusetts and all. The Sullivans were an influential family in the area and that came with responsibilities. Plus Ella has been dreaming of Harvard since when we were little. Her Dad went to Harvard Law and she grew up in love with the school. I can’t blame her, if I was as smart as her I’d go to Harvard in a second. It’s a beautiful school, she’ll fit right in.

She’ll fit right in if she doesn’t have underage drinking on her record.

I couldn’t call her.

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After being followed home by the cops, they walked us in and spoke to Laurel. That was it, barely a slap on the back. I left Ella for that. I raced up to my room, ready to practically shoot myself out my window to go back out and find her. But as I turned to my window I saw Ella, sitting on the closest branch, tapping on the glass. Urgently I opened it and helped her inside.

“I’m so so sorry, I dipped. I just saw the cops by your car when I got to the top of the hill and I didn’t mean to ditch you guys, but I got so worried about-”

I silenced her when I pulled her tight into me for a hug. Her arms wrapped around my neck as one of mine held her waist and the other cradled the back of her head. I breathed in her scent, reassuring myself she was safe. She was with me. I pulled back slightly, pushing her hair behind her ear.

“You’re sorry? Of course you dipped, I get it! I left you! I was gonna call you but then I didn’t want you to take the fall with us-” She pulled me back in. With her face buried in the crook of my neck, I was effectively silenced.

“Thank you.”

We stayed there for a moment, a comfortable silence washing over us. I could stand with her all night, screw sleep. But we both started work tomorrow, so when she pulled back, I let her.

I expected her to release her arms, say bye, turn around, and leave. However her arms stayed stationed around my neck, and she just stared into my eyes, mine looking right back at her. I swear I could feel the energy between us shift. Our bodies are still close together as I shift my gaze to her lips, and when I meet her eye line again it appears her eyes are wandering back up again too. Had she looked at my lips?

I let my hands move from her waist to graze up and down her back. The selfish part of me had them sit a little bit lower on her body when I was done. She melted into me then, head falling against my chest as her arms slid down from my neck to hold the tops of my arms. I heard her exhale as well as felt her breath against me. She used her hold on me to push me back while simultaneously pulling back herself, but before she got too far I landed a quick kiss to the top of her head. Once I saw her face again she was smiling.

“Drive me to work tomorrow?” She asked. She was lifeguarding with me at the club and Steven was working the concession.

“Come over a little earlier and I'll make you breakfast.” I winked at her and she laughed.

“Oh, how could I resist the delicate science that is your morning eggs?” He both laughed together now, but I felt my heart deflate as she walked back over to my window and swung a leg out to the branch.

“See you tomorrow J.”

“See you tomorrow Sunny.”

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I’ll always remember that day. We were 13, Ella sat at the table while Conrad made some sandwiches for lunch on the counter. I hadn’t known she was over when I came in the back door from the pool.

“Oh, hey Sunny!” She looked at me as I stood next to Conrad observing his sandwich-making skills. I could make a better sandwich.

She was smiling, but a bit of confusion could be read from her eyes and eyebrows. “Well, that’s a fun new nickname. Where’d that come from?”

I furrowed my brows, “What do you mean Conrad and Steven call you that all the time?”

Conrad looked at me then, then to Ella, looking confused himself. “Bro, no we don’t.” He and Ella laughed together and I felt myself growing a bit embarrassed. He held out a plate with Ella’s sandwich as she walked up to the counter to grab it.

“Yes, you do! I hear you all the time!” I tried defending myself. Conrad went still, jaw open, before breaking out in a big laugh.

“Dude we call her Sulli! Like, Sullivan? Her last name dumbass!”

Ella now stood at my side, resting her plate on the counter as she stood with us. My cheeks burned amber. How did I mishear that? Conrad laughed, and though I saw Ella trying to hold in her laughter, some giggles slipped through.

Conrad walked over to the fridge to put things away, and as we were out of his view Ella put her hand on my arm and leaned up to whisper in my ear.

“I like it. I’ve never had a cute nickname like that before.” And by the time she pulled away, my frown had turned into the giddiest smile.

From then on, she was my sunshine, my Sunny.

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Requests!!

Send in some requests if you have them! Here are the characters I write for:

-Spencer Reid

-Aaron Hotchner

-Jeremiah Fisher

-Conrad Fisher

-Steven Conklin

-JJ Maybank

-Peter Parker

and more soon, or if you want to request a different character just ask!

I don't write smut...but I'll write a little steamy 😏 lol so request one-shots, blurbs, head-cannons, whatever you like!

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caffeinemachine · 9 months

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The Girl Next Door - Part 1

A/N: Part 1! This part is really just to give you a clue into their relationship right now, as the following parts will be about the shifting in their dynamic! Hehe, I'm so excited for this series! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

Series Chapter:

Prologue | Part 1

Jeremiah Fisher x OC! Isabella Sullivan

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Ella Sully <3

8:03 AM

J: You guys on your way?

E: 👍

just left Cambridge and stopped for coffee quick

J: 😊 See you soon then Sully

E: see you soon Fisher

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I was sat on their front porch by 9:30. Realistically they shouldn’t be getting here until 9:45-10:00 but with the way the Sullivans drive, I knew they could be arriving any minute. At 9:38 I watched as the Range Rover pulled into their rocky driveway. My face instantly lit up. The car was barely in park when she opened the door and ran to me. Her arms flew around my neck as I grabbed her in my arms and spun her around.

We held onto each other tightly before I put her down, truly staring into her eyes for the first time this season. She looked a little different than when I last saw her, although that was just around winter break. In the past 6 months, she had lost a little baby fat from her cheeks, gained some new freckles, had grown her hair out and got it freshly highlighted, and her hazel eyes looked extra green today.

“Well hello, Isabella.” I grinned down at her, arms still looped around her.

Her eyes glistened, “Well hello, Jeremiah.” If possible my smile grew, as I picked her back up into the air making her squeal.

“I'm so happy you're here, I can’t wait for this summer!” I placed her feet back on the ground, and this time when I looked at her something shifted, our stare intense, the air between us thick. Suddenly I became aware of just how close I was holding her. I scanned her face, unable to help myself when my eyes lingered on her lips a beat extra. I could always read my Ella, but the look on her face right now was new, and it stumped me.

“Jeremiah!” Spell broken. Begrudgingly I let Ella go to hug her mother. The older woman squeezed me tightly. My arms dropped as she moved back from me, her hand going to cup my cheeks.

“Wow, I think you’ve actually gotten taller since I last saw you! My my what a handsome young man you’ve turned into, don’t you agree Ella?” I smirked as Ella blushed from her mom's comment.

Her eyes went wide as she laughed, “Mom!”

I gave my best puppy dog's eyes, teasing her,” What you don't agree I’m handsome Ella?” She just scoffed as she grinned back at me playfully.

“That’s not important, but I know you well enough to know it's important I don't add any more fuel to your ego.” We all chuckled, and I saw her mom giving us a loving look out of the corner of my eye.

“Let me help you guys carry in your bags!”

After bringing all their bags inside, Ella and I went to her room. I plopped on her bed while she put her things away.

“So where's your dad?” I asked curiously.

She glanced over her shoulder at me before continuing to put her clothes in her drawers, “He’s driving out next weekend, he has a conference in Boston this week.”

“Cool,” A comfortable silence stretched between us, “So, surfing?” She paused what she was doing, turning around to me as she leaned against her dresser. A smile graced her beautiful features, what a sight to see. I wondered if she smiled like this for other people or maybe just maybe her smile was something I got just for myself. Maybe I was the only one with the privilege of sharing a moment of such pure happiness with her. I could only wish.

“Oh yeah.”

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Post-ocean was my favorite time to see her. Her hair was gorgeously curly from the salt water, her cheeks tinged pink from the sun, and her freckles glowed across her face. We laid down on a towel, catching our breath from surfing before we trekked back up to the house. I turned to my side to face her, prompting her to do the same. I pushed the hair that fell while she did so behind her ear.

“I'm so happy it's summertime, I missed you, Elle.” Her expression stayed at a relaxed state but the corners of her eyes creased a little extra.

“I missed you too J.” I smiled. Only she ever called me that, and even she did it only once and a while.

I lay back flat and she scurried over to put her head on my chest. I could stay here forever- “Should we head back to your house, I still need to say hello to everyone.” It seemed she didn't have the same idea though.

If I’m being honest, I'm growing tired of having to hide my love for her, tired of not being able to pull her that couple inches closer to me, tired of her not being mine.

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After a hello filled with a lot of hugs, Ella went home to shower before her mom and her came over for dinner like always. We all sat around the table, catching up on the past few months as we ate my moms cooking. After dinner Ella came upstairs to my room while I got ready for the bonfire. She came over ready, and was now just waiting for me, Steven and Conrad. She scrolled on her phone before flicking her eyes up to me. I held two shirts up to her, “Blue or Gray?”

She took a moment to truly consider it, her expression serious. “Blue, makes your eyes sparkle, it’ll boost you up with the ladies.” She gave me animated wink, giggling a bit.

I scoffed lightly trying my best to fake a smile, but nodded curtly following her word without question, blue shirt it was. Then I put my hands on the edge of the bed beside each of her legs, leaning in grinning, “You like my eyes?”

She fueled the fire, grabbing the sides of my face and staring straight at me with a smile, “Yes you were blessed with gorgeous baby blues Jere.” I laughed and backed away to strip off my current shirt to slip on the one she chose. I smiled to myself when I caught her lingering on my abs for a moment. Heat blossomed in my chest. I can’t blame her, I looked different than last summer but based on the sight of her in her bikini earlier, so did she.

“Ell-”

Just then Steven came running through my doorway, “You guys ready?” Ella perked up jumping off my bed and out the door. I huffed, should be a fun night.

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Who the hell was that?

I stood with some guys I've known from over the years, a can of soda in hand, DD for the night. But while I stood there, Ella sat on a towel in the sand near the fire with some guy. Some guy. Not me.

“-Jeremiah? Ello, earth to Jeremiah?” I regained focus looking at my buddies who laughed at my distracted state.

I glanced back at Ella, my Ella, I couldn't take it anymore, "I’ll be back.” I walked straight to her, paying no mind to the annoyed grunts and protests coming from behind me. The guy she was sitting with spotted me coming toward them first. I took Ella by surprise when I plopped down next to her in the sand, my arm immediately going around her shoulders.

“Wha- Oh hey J!” She melted into my side once she realized it was me. My eyes looked at her briefly, flashing a smile, before my face went straight and I stared down this random ass boy.

“Hello Sunshine, and who are you?”

The guy seemed displeased by the situation unfolding in front of him, “I’m Finn, if you don't mind Ella and I were-”

I stopped him before he could even start, because I frankly didn’t give a fuck what he was going to say, “Alright Finn, thanks for keeping my girl company for me, see you around, maybe, probably not.” He looked at Ella for a moment but when she made no objection he got up and walked away huffing as he went.

I stayed silent, the reality that Ella might be super pissed for the stunt I just pulled dawning on me. Then she grabbed my face repositioning our spots on the towel so that we were face to face instead of side to side. Our eyes connected, and she pulled me towards her quickly, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. I had no time to process..is Ella about to kiss me? What should I do- well kiss her back obviously- but wait where is this coming from-

“Mwah!”

My cheek. Oh. She kissed my cheek.

“Thank you! Oh my gosh, he was such a douche! You know when we were little I hated how easily you could read me, but now it's like my own secret weapon to save me from situations I don’t wanna be in. Oh, and faking the ‘my girl’ card? Genius! Nothing seems to shut a guy up quicker than finding out she has a boyfriend. You put on a good act. Where were you even that you saw me? I couldn't see you?”

Her arms had dropped to rest on my shoulders. I didn’t know what to say. I should just tell her the real reason I came over.

“Elle I-”

Blue and red lights flashed in my vision.

Cops.

Fuck.

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The Girl Next Door

New Jeremiah Fisher series !!! I love TSITP so much and although I'm team Conrad for Belly.. I still love Jeremiah for myself hehe

I'm writing it as an OC, Isabella Sullivan, but I can also release it in a Jeremiah X reader version if it's wanted!

Anyway, here's a preview!!

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Prologue | Part 1

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He remembers the day he met her.

He was just 5 years old when the Sullivans moved in next door. He and Conrad watched curiously from his bedroom window as movers went in and out carrying boxes and furniture. The next day, his mom made a big bowl of fruit salad, grabbed his hand, and dragged him with her next door to deliver it to the new neighbors. A kind-eyed blonde woman opened the door, but Jeremiah wasn’t looking at her, his eyes stayed focused on the tiny girl peering just barely from behind the woman’s leg. The girl's position was compromised when her mother backed up into her to fully open the door, inviting Susannah and Jeremiah inside. Her mother seemingly just realizing her daughter was right there put her hand gently on top of her hair, saying,

“This is my Isabella.”

He remembers the day he met her because it was the day he started to fall in love with her.

Now, 11 years later, that little girl no longer attached herself to her mother's side whenever she could. Now instead, she found a 6’2, 16-year-old, salty-haired boy attached to her side whenever he could.

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Part 1 released soon!

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Books and Bagels

Part two, Sunday Rituals (part one)

Summary: With no work, and no pain in the way, Spencer and Y/N finally go out together. How do they celebrate their first date? By completing Y/N’s Sunday ritual.

Content: Part two of 'Sunday Rituals (but I guess you could read as a stand-alone), Spencer Reid x Reader, Y/N, Reader uses she/her pronouns, bau!reader, fluff, fluff, fluff, oh and did I mention fluff?

WC: 1738

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SPENCER’S POV

I waited anxiously outside the bagel place dressed in a plaid shirt and the only pair of jeans I owned. Last night I texted Penelope in a panic, what does one wear to a Sunday morning coffee date? I had been on dinner dates, sure, but I usually just wear what I wore to work. And it never seemed as an important detail as it was now. Using a facetime feature I had never used, she pretty much picked my outfit for me. Even giving me details like leaving open the top few buttons of my shirt, and rolling up the sleeves to seem relaxed.

I made sure to do everything she said, everything had to be perfect. I had to make it perfect. I somehow managed to land a date with my perfect girl, then I stood her up without realizing it, and now after getting her to forgive me she was giving me a second chance. It had to be perfect.

I stared down at my converse, lost in my thoughts until I felt a light tap on my shoulder.

“Hey, Spence.” Y/N greeted. I turned around to look at her. Her hair flowed freely down, framing her face, a sight I don’t get to see often. She was wearing a fitted white t-shirt under a floral dress and the corners of my mouth turned up when I realized we were wearing the same shoes. Her eyes shimmered as mine made their way back up and found hers.

“Hey, Sunshine.” I tested out the nickname, smirking when I saw her blush.

“So you wanna head inside?” She motioned to the door, I replied with a simple yes before rushing to hold the door open for her. The scent of freshly baked bread and the rush of workers and hungry people overwhelmed me. I hadn’t realized I stopped moving until Y/N grabbed my hand. The softness and size of her hand were a drastic difference from mine and I smiled at the contact. She pulled me along with her to the counter, I’m assuming where we ordered. My attention was solely on her hand in mine, grazing my fingers over the back of her palm.

“What do you want?” She leaned in and tilted her face up as if trying to interrupt my gaze.

Realizing I had no idea what someone ordered at a bagel place I replied, “I- I don’t know.” I felt nerves bubble in my stomach. All the prep I did and it never crossed my mind to think of what to order at the bagel place.

Although she didn't seem to mind my unreadiness as she questioned me, “Sweet, salty, or savory?”

“Sweet,” I responded honestly. I had a slight sugar problem.

“Perfect,” She smirked, turning to the man at the counter and saying, “Two cinnamon raisin bagels with light strawberry cream cheese, please.”

She pulled me with her to the checkout counter, never letting go of my hand. The lady there asked us what we ordered as she calculated the cost of our breakfast foods. It was then that Y/N released my hand/ Looking through the bag she had tossed over her shoulder, she seemingly searched for her wallet, but I didn’t give her time to. Pulling out the cash from my pocket and handing it to the worker.

Y/n looked up at me with a blush adorning her cheeks, mouth open as she searched for what to say. She decided not to argue with me, and said, “Thank you, Spencer, I appreciate it.”

I looked at her unamused as I stifled a laugh, “Please like I was going to let you pay. Morgan and Garcia taught me better than that.”

She giggled, “Yes, yes, I know.”

Securing our sweet bagels we began our trip to the coffee shop. Y/N gently grabbed the brown bag of food from my hands and put it into her tote bag, allowing our hands to be free. When she did I noticed her earbuds in her bag. Music was a regular pastime of hers, she could almost always be found listening to her playlist on the plane. I always wondered what she listening to.

“What kind of music do you listen to?” I asked out loud.

She adjusted the strap of her bag over her shoulder before speaking, “Um, a lot of different things. I have multiple playlists that I pick depending on what kind of mood I’m in. What makes you ask?”

“Well, I always watch you on the plane with your earbuds in and I was curious.” She laughed and I blushed, realizing my words. “Not, you know not that I watch you like I um-”

“You wanna listen?” She asked smiling, already going into her bag to fetch her earbuds. I nodded enthusiastically, placing the earbud she offered me and placing it in my ear closest to her.

Is it okay if I call you mine?

Just for a time

And I will be just fine

If I know that you know that I'm wanting

Needing your love

If I ask of you is it all right?

If I ask you to hold me tight

Through a cold dark night

Cause there may be a cloudy day in sight

And I need to let you know that

I might be needing your love

And what I'm trying to say isn't really new

It's just the things that happen to me

When I'm reminded of you

Like when I hear your name

Or see a place that you've been

Or see a picture of your grin

Or pass a house that you've been in

One time or another

It sets off something in me I can't explain

And I can't wait to see you again

Oh, babe, I love your love

And what I'm trying to say isn't really new

It's just the things that happen to me

When I'm reminded of you

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Hand in hand, we walked over to the coffee shop that Y/N swears by. After a quick glance at the place, I understood why. The cafe oozed comfort. Warm lighting, the smell of fresh baked goods, and soft plush couches to sit and enjoy your drinks on. But what made it most of all for me, was all the books. I was enamored by the cafe as Y/N dragged me with her to the counter.

“Well, well look how it is.” The voice caused me to regain focus. It was a kind-looking old lady who stood behind the register. She was looking fondly at Y/N.

“Hi, Mrs. Graham how are you?”

“I’m how I always am sweetie, old, working, and sweaty from all these damn stoves.” Y/N laughed at the lady I now knew to be Mrs. Graham spoke.

“Well, I think you look beautiful as always.” Mrs. Graham scoffed shaking her head at Y/N’s words.

“You flatter me too much for my own good.”

“And you give me too many cookies for my own good so I guess we are both at a loss.” I stared in awe as Mrs. Graham let out a loud chuckle. Y/N wasn’t aware of the effect she had on people. Her presence brought everyone joy they couldn’t explain.

Mrs. Graham then looked at me, “She’s a good one, who are you?”

I stuttered to find words but Y/N spoke for me, “This is Doctor Spencer Reid, he works with me and he is a great one Mrs. Graham you can believe me. Actually, I was wondering if Dr. Graham was around. If there is one person able to keep up with his knowledge and rambles on literature it’s Spencer. I was thinking the two could talk.”

Mrs. Graham smirked, “Yes hon, he’s around here somewhere. I’ll send him your way when I see him next. Now, what can I get you, sweeties?”

Getting our order we went over to one of the couches to sit down. Y/N dragged over a table and placed on bagels down. I felt my heart filled with adoration as we sat and ate breakfast. She looked so pretty, the domesticity of our date made me smile. We remained mostly in comfortable silence while eating. A piece of her hair fell forward, blocking my view of your face. I reached out tucking her hair back behind her ear. She looked over at me smiling, food mostly finished by now. My hand moved to rest on her cheek, thumb running over it lightly.

“Thank you for giving me a second chance.”

“Thank you for deserving it.” I smiled, using my hand to pull her towards me a little. She smirked, taking me by surprise when she grabbed the sides of my face and kissed me passionately. Her fingers toyed with strands of my hair and I released all my breath. I struggled to pull her towards me as we sat next to each other. She pulled away first, chest heaving a little from the lack of airflow. A smile took over both our lips and I went to say something before the interruption.

“Ahem.” We pulled away in shock, and Y/N covered her mouth with her hand, clearing her throat before speaking.

“Hey, hey Dr. Graham, nice to see you.” My eyes went wide.

“My lady told me you were hoping to talk to me?”

“Yeah, this is my...friend, Dr. Spencer Reid and he is a huge fan of books, he reads super fast and remembers everything he reads without fail. Figured you two would be a match made in heaven, and maybe you could show him some of the books you got in your collection?”

“Is that true? What’s your doctorate in, boy?” He looked over at me.

“I have uh three actually. Mathematics, chemistry, and engineering.” I admitted bashfully.

“Huh, love of books but you didn’t spare it a degree?”

I smiled lightly, “It’s more of an activity for pleasure.”

“I see, well come on now I’ll show you some of my special editions.” He walked away, confident I would follow him.

I looked at Y/N wondering what to do. She pecked my lips quickly, grinning as she pulled back.

“Go. He likes you and he could use a nerdy buddy just as much as you could.”

I laughed, “You sure? I don't wanna leave you.”

“Oh please, Dr. Graham doesn’t show just anyone his special editions you should take the opportunity. We’ve got all day to talk over coffee. ”

“And maybe we’ve got every Sunday? If you’d make me so lucky as to be a part of your Sunday ritual that is.”

“I would be lucky to include you.”

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caffeinemachine · 2 years

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I wrote a part two of their date 🥰

Sunday Rituals

Summary: Spencer’s headaches return at the most inconvenient time. Right before the date he finally secured with Y/N. His mind clouded with pain and them being called away to a case, will he be able to apologize and still get the girl?

Content: Spencer Reid x Reader, Reader uses she/her pronouns, Y/N, bau!reader, Fluff, slightly angsty

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READERS POV

I always loved Sundays. As a kid, it meant Sunday night dinners with my family. My Grandma cooked tons of delicious food and my cousins came over. After eating, we al cuddled together to watch movies on the couch. Now, since I moved away to Quantico, I don’t get to attend the weekly dinners, but I tried to substitute the feeling they gave me with a weekly ritual of my own.

A coffee and a bagel.

Each Sunday morning I walk to the bagel place on the corner of my street, and with my food secured I continue to my favorite cafe. It was owned by a sweet older lady and her husband. I had spoken to her a few times since becoming a regular there. Her husband was once a literary professor at Georgetown University, which is why the back walls were lined with tons of books. It always smelled like freshly brewed coffee and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. They had an outdoor patio filled with flowers, and seating, inside was a variety of tables and chairs as well as couches. It was perfect.

And I knew Spencer would think so too.

Well, he would if he showed up.

I had waited at the doors of the bagel place for 15 minutes, but Spencer was never late. Then I figured maybe I got the plan wrong, he did have a perfect memory it’s not like he could have forgotten about our date. So I got my bagel and walked to the coffee shop alone, thinking we could have said to meet there. But again, I saw no sight of Spencer. Coffee in hand I sat at one of the tables lining the sidewalk out front. My eyes searched the street, but to no avail. No Spencer. He wasn’t coming.

My phone buzzed then, a group text from Garcia.

‘911 case to debrief, sorry my fine fabulous friends I have to cut your weekend short. Hotch said don’t worry about getting ready or anything and come straight in you’ll have time to go home before the plane but we need to run a threat analysis ASAP. Much love, see you guys soon.’

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SPENCER’S POV

I was woken up by the text from Garcia, my mind still aching slightly from the migraine that plagued me for the last few days. I was thankful it let up while I slept, not wanting to have dealt with it during a high-profile case like this.

I got ready quickly, getting to the BAU not more than 20 minutes after her text. I walked out of the elevator just as Garcia was walking down the hall. She let out a squeal, speeding up to grab my arm and pull me to the side before I could walk in. She looked at me with a wide smile and I wondered what could possibly make her so happy at a time like this. But the corner of her mouth dropped a bit before she asked,

“Where’s Y/n?” She looked at me expectantly and my brows furrowed.

“Um I’m not sure, she should be here soon.” She must have sensed my confusion at her questioning so she spoke up again.

Shrugging, “I just figured you would have come together. So, how did it go? Oh gosh please tell me it went well, I have been rooting for you two cuties since she joined our team!” I searched my mind for what she could be talking about, she just stood there looking at me expectantly.

“Garcia, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Her face dropped and I felt my heart beat pick up speed, why was she questioning me about Y/N? Was she ok? What am I missing?

She looked at me baffled, “Spencer, you and Y/N were meant to have a date this morning. Please, please tell me you didn’t forget.”

My stomach dropped to the floor as it all came rushing back to me. The bagel, the coffee, how excited she was to include me in her Sunday ritual, and how excited I was she agreed to go out with me. My mouth opened but I struggled to speak. The elevator dinged and I spun away from Garcia. Heart deflating at the sight of Y/N walking out. She looked beautiful. Her (h/c) hair was tied half back with a ribbon, a blue sundress clung and flowed perfectly off her body, a cardigan dawning her shoulders. But she also looks defeated. Her shoulders hung forward, eyes down as she walked. She looked up briefly, smiling at Garcia before looking at me with a look almost unreadable. But I saw the hint of disappointment, disappointment in me.

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SPENCER’S POV

LATER THAT WEEK

5 days and a serial bomber later, I had still not spoken to Y/N. Not to say I didn’t try, she simply ignored me every time I tried to speak to her and avoided me when I tried to approach her. I had gotten close once during the case when she got stuck with me driving her back to the hotel at night.

“Y/N I have to explain and apologize I-” My tone almost pleaded

“No.”

My breath stopped and I looked away from the road quickly to see her. She kept her eyes strictly forward. I had to get her to understand, I had to make her know I didn’t mean to hurt her.

“I never meant to-” I tried once more, but she cut me off again.

“I said no. We are here to work, and until that man is caught, I can’t be concerned with any other thoughts. Maybe when we get back, I will consider hearing you out.” Her eyes never strayed front the road in front of us as she spoke.

With that, I shut up. I would rather take my chances with her talking to me after the case than risk her never speaking to me again.

I didn’t bother her on the plane, she always listened to music while we flew. I was always curious about what she was listening to. It was now Thursday night, and to make up for cutting our weekend short and for all our good work. Hotch let us off until Monday.

I knew she didn’t want to speak to me, but I couldn’t have her mad at me for the rest of the weekend. So I was a light evil when I trapped her in the elevator with me, sneaking in just before the doors closed. She looked at me and scoffed, eyes then trained on the elevator doors while I kept my body facing her. I winced at how visibly upset she was with me and struggled with how to start my explanation. Maybe she didn’t want it, maybe this would only make things worse, maybe- Y/N leaned forward and pressed the button to stop the elevator.

“Go. Explain. Apologize. Whatever you were meaning to say do it now.” It shocked me, but I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity she granted me.

“For the past 6 weeks, I have been getting on and off migraines. They last for days at a time and I’ve been to multiple doctors and no one can find a medical explanation as to why. Last Thursday another one started and it worsened Saturday evening before finally letting up in my sleep. I was in so much pain I couldn’t think, I couldn't even read, It was truly a horrible day off- but anyway not the point, the point is I forgot about our date and I’m devastated I did. I was so excited that I was finally going out with you and I am so, so, sorry Y/N. I like you so much, and I beg you to please let me make it up to you.”

A beat of silence passed. All that was heard was my exasperated breathing from not taking a breath while taking. I tried to accept that she wouldn’t forgive me.

“A-are you ok now? Your migraine I mean, did it come back? Are you feeling ok?” Her voice was timid, and my eyes went wide to hear her speak.

“Yeah uh yeah I’m feeling better. I got prescribed medication from a doctor's appointment I had Saturday morning that’s been helping a lot. They still don’t know what's causing them but it's better than nothing.” She turned to face me as I spoke but she was looking down at her feet.

“I’m sorry you were in pain.” My heart chipped, everything I did and she’s still concerned for me. She was the kindest, most considerate person I knew, and it also made her an amazing agent.

“I’m sorry that I caused you any pain,” I admitted. Her beautiful (e/c) eyes locked onto mine then.

“I forgive you.” My mood skyrocketed at her words.

“Really?”

She shuffled her feet somewhat nervously, “ Yes. It sounds like a mistake and you didn’t intentionally stand me up.” Her lips pulled into a little smirk, “You can still make it up to me though.”

“Of course anything, whatever you want.”

Time seemed to slow as she stepped closer to me. Her hands found my forearms and she raised onto her toes to assist in bringing each other to eye level. I held my breath as her eyes flitted to my lips, mine doing the same. They looked pinkish and shiny and as she leaned forward and gently attached her lips to mine I understood why. The flavor of cherry rushed through my senses, my hands going to her waist as hers went to my neck, drawing each other closer. It was soft and passionate and everything I could have imagined and more. As we disconnected, our foreheads stayed touching. I felt her breathing against me and I never wanted her to be anywhere but this close to me. We both smiled as our eyes found each other again.

“You free Sunday?”

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caffeinemachine · 2 years

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Sunday Rituals

Content: Spencer Reid x Reader, Reader uses she/her pronouns, Y/N, bau!reader, Fluff, slightly angsty

Part two "Books and Bagels"