#hello Jeremiah I hope you see this

[steampunkforever]

When it comes to flags I’m a big fan of Trinidad and Tobago. Simple but striking design. Bold colors well balanced. The black stripe leads the eye and the white fimbriation provides a solid contrast. You really can’t hate on a diagonal stripe flag (except maybe Tanzania’s, but that’s really just a feeling of imbalance due to the choice of blue, not the stripe’s fault). Even the naval ensign calls back to the nation’s history without falling into the trap of a design that’s overly nostalgic for colonization. No notes!

#hello Jeremiah I hope you see this #I always get a nautical feel from the trini flag bc it reminds me of the diver down flag #which is not what the stripes represent but you get what I mean #the red on the flag stands for fire #which I respect.

[tatoda]

Guitar Pick 2 || college!conrad x fem reader

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part 1

summary: conrad brings you to cousins, everyone knows about your relationship except belly, who has a huge crush on conrad

pairing: college!conrad x fem!reader

warnings: angst, ends with fluff, jealous belly, steven being a good best friend

wc: 2.2k

here’s part 2 :)i changed it up from the request! i hope y’all enjoy im writing some more pieces for y’all !! i ended up not putting smut i hope you understand.

It’s been almost 10 months with conrad. After he asked you out at college, you both instantly hit it off. You learned all about his life and how he grew up in a home with his mom having cancer and her passing away last year and his dad cheating on her. But soon enough after he was a quiet guy he thought it was time to start opening up. He learned about your family and how they always didn’t believe in you so you proved them wrong. He has never been happier.

You met steven and jeremiah one night they came to visit you and conrad. And you instantly hit it off with them, especially steven. He became one of your closest friends when you hung out with him, conrad, and jeremiah. It was a fully platonic friendship. He was there for you and you were there for him. Conrad enjoyed that you got along with them so well. You 4 hung out as much as possible and they loved you and were happy conrad finally found someone that made him happy.

Conrad invited you to his beach house for the first time. He always talked about it and offered for you to come, but you didn’t wanna intrude. You finally said yes to visiting, one problem. Isabel, or as he calls her Belly, had a huge crush on conrad. Since they were kids. He never liked her back, never thought of her that way, but everyone knew that she was in love with him. And here he was bringing you to the one place she was at. One condition, conrad and you both decided to act as friends at cousins so he could break the news easily to her. So your mission was to act as just friends as possible.

“sorry about the whole belly situation.” conrad’s hand rested on your thigh his fingers tapping against your skin

“no, no. it’s okay i understand, you don’t want to hurt her.” you turned your head and smiled at him

“i promise i’ll tell her.” that was the last thing he said before pulling into the driveway behind steven’s car

You didn’t know what to expect. You felt as if he grew up with her his whole life that there had to be some sort of feelings he felt for her. To be honest you didn’t know what to think

When you both got to the front door of the house he looked back at you once more before entering. This was gonna be something for sure.

“hello!” conrad yelled throughout the house

“connie” laurel— who you have seen in pictures— walks around the corner from the kitchen and pulls him into a hug before turning to you “and you must be y/n! i’m so glad conrad found a friend at Brown.” she smiled at you “he keeps to himself too much.”

“laurel.” he let out a warning tone before footsteps from upstairs banged against the floor

“y/n!” steven yelled and ran down the stairs pulling you into a hug and then resting his arm over your shoulder “mom this is who i was telling you about.” it then hit her who you really were

“oh my you’re conrad’s-“ she was cut off by belly coming around the corner

“hey conrad.” she was pretty, so much prettier in person. it made you insecure to see how perfect she was and you weren’t, he looked like he belonged with her. steven felt you shift under his arm

“i’ll show you the guest bedroom.” you didn’t say anything but followed him upstairs and saw belly get on her tippy toes to hug your boyfriend

“is that y/n?” belly questioned stepping back and you lost sight of them only hearing them now

“yeah, yeah. steven and jere thought it was a good idea to invite her because she’s been really good friends with us.

“are she and steven a thing?” you looked at steven and he almost burst out laughing but put a hand over his mouth

“fuck no,” he responded laughing and you entered the guest bedroom

“i’m sorry about him,” he admitted as you put your stuff on the bed

“it’s for the best, i guess.” you softly smiled at him “i might just take a nap until dinner, it was a long drive.”

“are you sure? we were going to go surfing?”

“no i’ll just sleep.” he nodded before leaving the room and your insecurities and sadness stayed with you

Conrad checked on you before going surfing to see you sleeping and he didn’t want to bother you. So here he was sitting on his surfboard with jere and steven.

“was she okay?” he questioned

“you’re seriously asking that?” steven laughed

“man, you know she’s not okay. i know that and i haven’t even seen her.” jeremiah splashed water around and conrad looked down at a bracelet you made him on your 3 month anniversary

“dude how would you feel, put it into perspective. if she told you, you had to act as her friend around someone who was her childhood— put that in your head— a childhood friend who was a guy and had a crush on her and she told you just to be friends around him. how would you feel?” steven looked at him as conrad messed with the bracelet before looking up at his best friend

“i’m so shitty.”

“glad that got into your small brain.” steven scoffed. “she’s the best thing that’s happened to you since your mom's death, she has made all of us happy but you especially. don’t lose that con. because what i saw in the guest bedroom was an insecure girl scared her boyfriend was going to leave her.”

You walked downstairs softly hoping belly wasn’t down there. You didn’t know if you could handle trying to act in front of her. Walking into the kitchen Laurel was measuring stuff for dinner. She looked up and smiled

“hi, y/n. the boys are surfing you’re welcome to stay and help me or watch tv. whatever you want.”

“I’d love to help you if that's okay?” laurel seemed surprised no one has ever helped her with dinner

“i’d love that. could you chop the lettuce?” she pointed to it on the cutting board

“of course, let me wash my hands.” you washed your hands and sat down at the bar starting to cut the lettuce

“don’t worry, belly went out to meet up with some girls from last year's deb ball to the boardwalk, she shouldn’t be back for the next few hours.” laurel looked down at her phone, “life 360 says she’s there right now, you can relax.” your shoulders slumped down

“i’m sorry laurel, i just don’t know what to do. belly is in love with him and it’s just a lot.”

“steven told me that he’s making you act as friends?” you nodded

“i just agreed with him, i didn’t want to upset him. and i always wanted to visit here, he told me many stories of your families and susannah.” sadness reached her eyes when you said that name

“i’m glad you came. she would love you.” she moved some ingredients to the side leaning against the counter, “steven told me about you, i just didn’t know you were you when you walked in. he told me how he has never seen conrad like this before, the smiling and the happiness. his mom's death really affected him, it affected all of us but he had the worst.”

“yeah, he’s really great. i can see when his shield is up, the car ride here he was nervous. he doesn’t wanna hurt belly.”

“she will get over it, her and jeremiah are meant for each other. susannah has known from the start.” the back door opened and the guys walked in with towels, conrad looked amazing and you always melted when he didn’t have a shirt on “hey boys, dinner will be ready in like 2 hours, belly’s out with friends.” she said that last part looking at conrad and you turned to continue chopping the lettuce

“thanks, mom, love you!” steven yelled walking up the stairs and jere followed which left one body lingering

“i’m going to go grab something from my bedroom.” laurel made an escape. conrad leaned down into you and kissed your head, which he knew you loved

“just one night, okay baby?” you looked up and him and nodded “i’m really sorry.” the heat of his breath fanned your face

“is okay,” you whispered leaning up to kiss him and he grabbed the side of your face kissing you deeper before moving his head back

“i’m gonna tell her tonight, okay?” laurel came back down the stairs winking at you

“conrad go get ready for dinner.”

“yes ma’am.” he kissed you once more and took off upstairs

Dinner went okay. There wasn’t much talking going around the table. You sat next to conrad and belly was across from him. When you looked down at your plate you could feel her eyes on you and then on conrad. Steven talked most of dinner about his new job at the county club which everyone listened.

“so y/n, you have a boyfriend back home?” belly’s question made your head pop up and you put your fork down nervously

“um, no. really not much time for that stuff with class happening.” you shifted and conrad moved his hand to rest on your thigh

“well it seems you have enough time to hang out with three guys,” she said back

“belly.” laurel said making belly sit back

“no, no. she’s right.” you smiled at the girl “my last relationship was rough, so i took a break from dating. he wasn’t the best and ruined a lot of things for me.” you truthfully said and conrad’s hand rubbed you softly knowing your past relationship

“oh, well i’m sorry.” belly looked around the table at everyone looking at her

“y/n actually plays almost every instrument!” steven put his glass down he took a sip of trying to change the subject

Dinner didn’t go on long after that. Everyone helped clean up everything and put things up before dessert. You were in the guest bedroom grabbing a sweatshirt and the door opened slightly as you see your boyfriend step through the door and walked towards you

“hey,” he stood in front of you and put his hands on your arms “you okay?” you nodded but didn’t say anything “it’s going to be okay.” he brought you closer and wrapped his arms around you kissing your forehead “look at me.” you lifted your head looking into his eyes “i love you.”

“i love you too.” he leaned down and kissed you softly but that didn’t last when a gasp came from the doorway and both of your heads looked to see belly standing there

“belly-“ conrad started to say but she cut him off

“um, dessert is ready.” she then hurried off

“i-“ he looked from you to the door then dropped his hands and took off after her making your heart drop

Of course, he would choose her. She’s the one that grew up with him his whole life. The one he got the see grown into a beautiful girl, prettier than you. She had a crush on him and was in love with him. There was no point, you felt like you were just a distraction at college, waiting for her.

You didn’t see where they went, and you didn’t go to the table for dessert. You took a walk down to the beach and down the shore before sitting down hugging your legs to your chest. As some tears went down your cheek. You didn’t want to be a second option.

You sat there for about 30 minutes before a body sat down next to you. And you knew it wasn’t your boyfriend but your best friend.

“he’s looking for you.” steven didn’t the same sitting position as you “belly’s pissed but you’re nothing compared to her, y/n.” you shook your head

“he ran after her,” you muttered into your arms

“to tell her that you were dating and didn’t want to hurt her.”

“i don’t know steven.” you looked at him

“i’ve never seen him the way he is with you. he’s happy, y/n. he talks about you 24/7 we have to ask him to shut up.” you softy laughed “he loves you. we have never seen him love anyone like you. he constantly texts me to ask me about you so he doesn’t seem a bother to you. he constantly tells us about the story of you guys meeting at the guitar store because he thinks if he didn’t find you after, he would be lost in his life. i have not seen a smile on him since susannah died, you brought it back.” you smiled down at the sand and steven’s phone went off with his ringtone for conrad

“i’ll answer.” you gestured towards the phone and he handed it to you and you swiped to answer

“steven, did you find her? fuck i’ve been looking everywhere man.” his voice cracked and you knew he was on the verge of tears “i need to find her-“

“conrad.” you stopped him and he let out s breath of relief

“y/n, baby. i’m so sorry.”

“it’s okay.”

“no, it’s not. i’m sorry, okay? i told her everything and she’s mad but i don’t care. i needed to be honest.” you heard a door close on his end “you left your phone here, you scared me when i came back to tell you, you weren’t here.”

“i needed some air, steven found me, i’m safe.” you smiled at steven “conrad i love you okay?” he chuckled

“i love you more, now please come home so we can have dessert.” you laughed

“on my way handsome.”

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[angstywaifu]

The Lost Sister - Part 21

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC A/N: I just want to say, hello to all the new people! So many of you have found this series in the last week. So welcome! Thank you for making me smile like an idiot when my phone goes off when a binge read happens. Literally makes my day. And you've come in at a great time for me in introduce some tension back into the story. I'm not sorry.

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We had managed to keep my signet development hidden longer than I thought. Xaden had requested I hold off from approaching Professor Carr till some of the tension around Amber’s execution had died off.

In that time I had used any free moment to practice, mainly in the privacy of my room or Garrick’s. But a few times I had practiced in the training room while Garrick, Bodhi and Xaden sparred. Though I had to be careful. One time I had tried to pull one of the weights towards me and instead of a slow gradual pull, I had flung it across the room, narrowly missing Bodhi and Garrick who we’re in the middle of a fight. Both of them had turned to me wide eyed after the weight had skimmed over their heads before imbedding in the stone wall. Xaden on the other hand had burst out laughing even though I’d nearly taken them out our best friends. I had yet to grasp the other part of my ability, coming up short any time I tried to focus on someone. Amber and Jeremiah had been erratic in their emotions. Both knowing death was coming. I had wondered if their calls for help had amplified their presence, allowing me to draw on it. The only other ones I had managed to slightly do it on since were Xaden, Garrick and Bodhi. Which I had put down to how well I knew them. As if my signet already knew exactly where to look, where to seek them out. But even then I couldn’t always do it. I had put the incident in the tower that day down to my heightened emotions. But I couldn’t put it off any longer as I walked into Professor Carr’s classroom for the first time. His room set all of my senses into overdrive. A long chamber with no windows on any of the outwards facing walls. Every wall was padded. Which given the variety of signets we all had and had passed through this room over the years, were probably there for protection. Carr looks up at me instantly, a smile curving at the edge of his mouth that sends a chill down my spine. The way he studies me doesn’t help.

”The other Riorson. Finally ready to join us I see.” He drawls.

I nod and stand up tall. “Sure am.”

His eyes finally meet mine again. “What’s your signet power?” He asks as he slowly walks over to me.

Xaden and I had discussed how to address this topic. We could try pass it off as levitation, but knew that would be no point. The way I could manipulate and control things would soon alert Carr that I possessed another ability. A more powerful ability. The one thing he and I agreed on, as well as Garrick, was that I was not to let on about the projections I was able to do. We just hoped I didn’t get influenced by my emotions and let it loose in the middle of class one day.

I draw in a breath. “My dragon called it Psionic sir.” I tell him.

Carr’s eyes light up instantly at my words. I knew they would. After scouring the records of every rider who had passed through this quadrant, we had not found a single person with this signet, or a name similar. From what we could tell I was the first. Unless it had been redacted. I was something new for Carr to examine, to see what my signet could do. Something I really did not want. But to give myself the best chance at improving my signet, I had to. If I was to help Xaden and this rebellion, I needed all the help I could get. Carr hurries over to his desk and comes back with a scroll, sealed by a wax seal that must be his own. Next to is a marking I know all too well from my time around Melgren. Classified. He hands it out to me. As I grasp it he leans in.

”You must not speak a word of your signet to anyone. Take this downstairs after class with your jacket.” He tells me barely above a whisper before turning back to his desk.

I look down at the scroll in my hand and know all too well what this holds. My uniform is now to bear another patch. A patch I’ve only seen one other person in this quadrant bear. The classified signet patch. A compass. I look up to see the other squads including my own looking at the scroll in my hands with intent. All of them clearly wanting to know what it means. I quickly shove it into a pocket inside my jacket before taking a seat between Rhiannon and Liam. Both of them turning to me instantly.

”Care to explain?” Liam asks as he leans on the desk looking at me.

”Explain that I have my signet? Thought that was obvious by my appearance in the class.” I reply sassily, earning me a roll of his eyes.

”That, but also the fact you didn’t tell us and why he gave you that scroll.” Rhiannon adds as she leans in from the other side.

With Liam and Rhiannon leaning on their desks facing me, I am boxed in completely. No escape while we wait for the class to start.

”It only just happened.” A lie. A blatant lie. And with the way Liam shifts in his seat I know he can tell. He isn’t blind the the training sessions that only Garrick, Bodhi and Xaden have been allowed to since the night Violet and I were attacked. “And even if I wanted to tell you, I can’t now.”

Rhiannon’s eyes drop to my jacket where I had shoved the scroll. I can see the temptation in her eyes to use her signet to draw it to her. “It’s classified isn’t it.”

I merely nod at her as Carr moves from his desk. I might be the first one to posses this signet, but Carr had known my signet was important. As if he had already imagined someone manifesting this. Waiting for it. He probably had a hunch about what else I could do or hoped I could do. I was now playing a dangerous game. Classified signets we’re only told to those who needed to know. Those in command. By the end of the day the leaders of formation would know. Melgren would know. From here on out I was playing a dangerous game.

Walking down the corridors to battle brief I could feel every pair of eyes on me and the new patch on my jacket. As instructed I had taken my scroll to the uniform room, and watched as they had quickly attached the patch to my jacket. And in that time, the first years in third and fourth wing had already spread the news. The quadrant had another classified signet. And everyone knew. As I walked into the battle brief room, everyone went silent. Even Devera and Markham. All eyes on me. Though there were two sets I felt more than the rest as they burned into the patch on my left shoulder. As I meet Xaden and Garrick’s eyes, I could see the worry. No I could feel it. There in my mind I could feel their presence. I could feel the nervousness that now consumed them. Not only did we have other cadets to worry about, we also had leadership. I now had a different and bigger target on my back. A target not even they could protect me from.

A target that had very quickly met its mark. I watched as every single cadet in the room straightened in their chairs or where they stood. Watching as Xaden and Garrick’s eyes went wide. Xaden’s arm raising to push Garrick back as he steps forward. Just like he did on conscription day. I didn’t need to turn to know who stood behind me. I knew their presence all too well. Enough my signet could sense it. A looming black presence, crackling and erratic at its edges. It screamed danger. Screamed to run away from it. It was so fitting for them. But in the five years I had been under their guidance I had never run from it. And didn’t plan to any time soon.

”Sorry to disturb you Devera, but I need to borrow Cadet Riorson here. They’ll be missing your class today.” He drawls. I can hear the smirk in his voice.

Devera stares behind me before nodding. “Of course General.”

I turn around and meet the cold and familiar stare of General Melgren. Part 22

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[novelizt]

THIS LOVE CAME BACK TO ME ☁︎ ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

GENRE ➺ fluff with a little angst, friends to lovers (everyone can see it)

SYNOPSIS ➺ you're back in town. as promised, lockwood welcomes you with open arms. the only difficulty was the fact that you kissed the last time you saw each other.

WC ➺ 4.8k

DISCLAIMER ➺ fem! wedding planner! reader, and i try to write a more descriptive kiss scene (i apologize in advance), the trio has been aged up to about 18-19, and lockwood calls reader 'sweetheart' but in a totally (not) platonic way.

WARNINGS ➺ profanity (one curse word), reader is briefly jealous of lucy, QUILL KIPPS, description of pools and being underwater, a little suggestive but nothing graphic

NOTE ➺ here's the beginning of my 1989 TV sonfic collection!! (full collection masterlist will be out on oct 27.) belly and jeremiah's pool kiss popped into my head while writing. do with that information as you will. this also came out fluffier than i intended it to be. @t2sh0 , here's one of your favorite 1989 tracks turned into a fic, i hope you enjoy 💙

Anthony Lockwood had a way of charming people. You knew you were a goner the second he flashed his teeth at you.

In the eleven months you were employed in Lockwood & Co., you hoped that the subtle touches over case files or the longing glances across the table meant the same to him as it did to you.

That said, you weren't sure what to make of it when he did kiss you—right before you boarded a plane out of the country. You tried to imagine it to be as magical as you dreamed of, but the only impression it left was a confusing one.

Did he kiss you out of pity? Did he do it because you might never come back? Did he do it because it was a spur of the moment thing?

Luckily, your studies distracted you enough to give you some peace. It's only when the world settled into night that you pondered it over and over again, until you agonized over it enough to cry yourself to sleep.

Your contemplations still haunted you as you lugged your bag off the conveyor belt, actually breathing in London air for the first time in three years. When you centered yourself, you scanned the crowd and found your name scrawled in messy, familiar handwriting. The person that held the sign hadn't aged a day.

Lockwood looked older than he did when you first met him, but, now, he had grown into himself. His smile remained unchanged. It speared you in the heart, just like it did the first time.

"Hello, stranger." He was first to speak.

"Hi," you said. You considered adding a witty remark but found that you couldn't conjure one up as quickly as you used to. Instead, you smiled to fill in the awkward silence.

He returned your grin but it didn't reach his eyes. You didn't say anything else before he lowered the sign and held out his arm. You let out an uneasy laugh as you shrugged your bag off your shoulder and onto his.

Even if your mind grappled for something to start with, small talk didn't pick up like how you imagined it would. How could it? The last time he walked beside you, you two were different people. At least, you were.

You were never going to be the kids who bumped fists or laughed at jokes only you two knew again. You were never going to be his partner in crime the same way you were years ago.

Your talent had nulled, leaving you with the only choice to pursue a new life elsewhere, in another country. You knew you had changed, but did Lockwood? The uncertainty was a stake between you. He was acting like nothing was wrong, which made it difficult to gauge whether his lack of speaking was on purpose or he was as lost as you were.

He had taken the side of the walk closest to the road—like he always did. You remembered that he said it was the "most gentlemanly thing to do in the presence of a lady." You called bullshit, but you found yourself softening 'round the edges thanks to his chivalry.

You paced a ways behind him, watching his back and the swish of his coat tails. Like a dagger to the heart, you realized that his coat was new.

"What happened to the trusty old boy?"

It was your first attempt at a conversation. You hoped your voice didn't quiver.

Lockwood slowed his pace to fall in line beside you before shooting you a confused look. Realization hit shortly after. He pinched the lapels of his coat. "You mean my old coat?"

"Yeah." You smiled, forcing yourself to make it convincing. "What happened to it?"

"Lost it," he explained. He chuckled with a far-off look in his eye. It was a fond memory by the looks of it. "Smeared in plasma. There was no salvaging it. Why, you miss it?"

"A little bit," you lied.

He had kept you warm under that coat on more than one occasion. You knew where the seams unraveled, and you knew what he put in each of its pockets. You missed it terribly, and it wasn't even yours. Just like a certain someone. It was pathetic, really.

If he had caught on to your disappointment, he didn't show it. Instead, he teased you with a smile. "Life goes on, sweetheart." He closed the space between you to nudge your arm, just like the good ole days. "There's plenty of coats in the sea."

You stiffle a laugh behind your hand. The endearment had brought the butterflies in your belly back to life. Three years and that hadn't changed at all, and only Anthony could make you chuckle over a bad joke. "Yeah? Where did this one come from?"

He shrugged, pursing his lips. "I haven't got a clue. George and Lucy got it for me."

George, you knew. He was the grump who refused to say one good thing about you but didn't hesitate to make you lime pie when you were in low spirits.

Lucy . . . Lucy was new. Her name had made your hair stand. "Lucy?"

Lockwood snapped his fingers. "Ah, that's what I forgot to tell you." He looked both ways before taking your arm and crossing the street. Portland Row was standing right in front of you, but it felt different now that you knew that someone else was occupying your old room. "Lucy Carlyle is our newest recruit. A Listener. A bloody good one, at that."

He looked elated, so you knew she was doing good for the agency. Something about the way he talked about her made your heart sink.

You were still coming up with a reply when Portland Row cracked open and George Karim's face entered your periphery. He wasn't the type to smile widely, but you took the minute tilt of his lips as an attempt at one.

Perhaps the trip had warped your senses because that was probably the most enthusiastic you'd ever heard him. "About time you came back, trouble."

Aww, he remembered you. The sentiment comforted you more than you cared to admit.

—

Lucy Carlyle's eyes widened the moment Lockwood introduced you. Something finally clicked for her, yet you didn't know what it was. All you really did was shuffle awkwardly and utter a feeble "nice to meet you."

"Oh my God . . . You're the agent they can't shut up about," she grinned.

Lockwood's nettled eyes darted to you. "'Can't shut up about' is being generous."

"Come off it," Lucy scoffed, swatting him away as if he were nothing more than a mosquito. "I was wondering if your name was some weird code. "You-know-who would know what to do", "I'd kill to have her help right about now." Ugh! Now it makes sense!"

Lockwood set his fists on his hips, licking his lips in search of an alibi. "George brought you up more often than not."

George shot him a glare—one that threatened to break the biscuit rule. "Because you'd start. Then you'd talk even louder if I told you to shut up."

"You were part of the conversation regardless."

"Well, she wasn't! You just couldn't quit your yap—"

Lucy kicked out one of the chairs at the table. You smiled gratefully as you took the seat, the boys' bickering melting into the background.

"Are you rejoining the agency?" Lucy asked, propping her elbow on the table. "I'm on the brink of going insane, so I could use a friend. One that doesn't think it's normal to walk around without a shirt or trousers."

You graced her with a gentle laugh. "That's the boys for you, but I'm afraid not, no. I no longer have the Talent to stay in this line of work..." You look down at your hands, remembering the countless stars you wished on to fix you. None of them granted your wish. Your Touch never came back to you. You'd abscessed over the same issue countless times before but now that you were back, you were writing a new chapter of your life. You clenched your fist with reborn determination. "Lockwood promised that I would always have a place here while I get back on my feet, and it would be lovely to be friends with you. Right now, I'm looking for places to bring my other skills. Just because my abilities changed doesn't mean the world will wait for me to get used to it."

When you looked up, you were surprised to not only find Lucy's glazed eyes on you, but George and Lockwood's, too. George coughed into his fist, turning away and finding interest in the kettle. Lockwood's brows furrowed, etching lines of sadness across his face. Lucy tried to plaster on a smile.

"You're very brave. I wouldn't know what to do if my Talent started to fade," Lucy said, hoping the vote of confidence would do what she intended it to.

You appreciated the sentiment but the sorrow in the recess of your mind would always stick at the mention of Talent. "Thank you, Lucy. And you don't have to worry about that right now. From what I hear, you're the best Listener in London." You placed your elbow on the table then set your cheek on your palm. "Tell me, what is the most horrendous thing you've heard?"

—

"I wouldn't mind sharing a room, really."

Despite Lucy's willingness, Lockwood refuted it. "Nice as you are, Luce, half the things you keep up there will unsettle her. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

You shook your head, an amused smile on your face. "I was an agent, too. It takes a lot to bother me, Anthony. I didn't turn into a wuss just because I've been out of the country."

"Yes, well," Lockwood flourished his hand. "She keeps a jarred skull swimming in sludge with her. Letting you witness that tragedy would be unjust of me."

"I can handle it," you reassure positively. Skull in a jar sounded intriguing. The bigger question was why Lucy kept it in her room, but the was a question for another day.

Lockwood shook his head. When he crossed his arms, you knew the meeting had been adjourned.

"Are we really surprised?" George whispered to you on the way upstairs.

You chuckled and shook your head. "Not really."

—

The only reason you were familiar with Lockwood's room involved chess matches at the most ungodly hours of night. When insomnia had troubled you, you'd come right down, plop the board in the middle of the bed, and play until one or both of you would slump over.

You wondered if he was itching to even the score from three years ago, but you were surprised by the order in which he put his room in. Lockwood wasn't one to worry about a mess, but he was conscious enough to put it away that day. It was the tidiest you'd ever seen the place.

The only stain was the chessboard on the bed and your luggage that had taken over the ottoman at the foot of said bed.

When you rounded on him to ask, he presented you with a smug smile. "We have a lot to catch up on. What better way than over a game of chess?"

You crossed your arms, shifting your weight onto one leg. "Because I won last time?"

"And that," he admitted, shuffling over to his side of the bed and claiming the white pieces. "You know me so well, sweets."

You shook your head in a beguiled way, charmed by his truthfulness. "You're so predictable."

His eyes lit up, like they always did when he was presented a challenge. "See if you can say the same when I check your king."

"In your dreams, Anthony Lockwood." The bed dipped as you sat on your side, mentally prepping yourself to spend the night humbling him whilst trying not to stare at the motions of his hands for too long.

He moved the first pawn, and the game began.

You were so immersed, you missed the book folded open on his bedside table. In it was highlighted: 'the best way to beat jet lag; stay awake for as long as you can.'

—

You finally had a foot in the door three weeks after arriving in London. Sure, it wasn't glamorous and you spent more time advertising yourself than making money, but it was progress nonetheless.

Perhaps it was the sleep deprivation, but the fact that Quill Kipps was also a resident in these parts completely went over your head. You received your reminder when he had reached for the book you wanted for you. It took a little effort not to sneer at him—muscle memory.

You wouldn't have obliged but Kipps had already started a conversation. "Thought I'd never see you here again, trouble." As nasty as he usually was, he didn't show it. Dare you say he was civil? He even smiled at you. Chills. "Does Tony know?"

You clutched the book to your chest, disconcerted by how kind he was being. "He does, yeah. I'm staying with him until I can afford a place of my own."

"Figures," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. He was looking a lot like himself. "I'm surprised he hasn't popped the question."

Your jaw tensed. You had a sudden urge to thunk him over the head to get his mind back in order. "That's because there is no question to pop, Kipps." You looked away, mustering the last of your patience. "My Talent faded. I plan weddings for a living now. I don't have much of a name here yet so business is quite slow."

You didn't see his face change but you sure heard it. "Sorry to hear that..."

"Me, too. I guess."

"Don't give me cheek. I quit because my Talent faded, too."

Your eyes bugged out. The admission was like a carpet being pulled out from under you. "You're kidding."

He chuckled morosely. "I wish I was. I'm trying to find my way but it is challenging."

"With that attitude, of course it is."

Kipps snorted, squaring his shoulders. It didn't do much. He looked as punchable as he usually did. "You sound like him."

"I don't think so. He has more to say about you than I do. He makes me look nice."

Kipps nodded, giving you an invisible tip of a hat. There was a period of brief silence before he opened his mouth again. "Say, the complex I live in has a vacancy on the third floor. If you're interested, I can give you the address."

You tapped the cover of your book, mentally tallying the pros and cons before shrugging. "What's the harm in asking? I have a yellow note in my bag, let me fetch it.

"I'll come along. I'm about to get my books checked anyway."

You allowed him to follow you to your table and bade your tense farewells after he had scribbled down the address and the custodian's telephone.

—

It was no mystery that Lockwood had caught wind of the momentary interaction. You were unaware of how, but he had ways, apparently. He caught up to you on your walk home.

"Was he bothering you?" was the first thing he asked.

He came out of nowhere, so it was reasonable that his voice made you jump. You didn't expect to be intercepted at a cross-walk, of all places. With one look at his face, you relaxed then resumed your steps. "Who are you talking about, Lockwood?"

"Kipps," he said quickly. "was he bothering you?"

"Oh," you look down at the yellow note wedged in the cover of your book. "no. He just gave me a referral for a flat."

Lockwood disappeared from your periphery. For a moment, you thought that would be the end of it, but then you remembered that whenever it involved Quill Kipps, he would never keep his nose out of it. Lockwood returned to your side not long after. "You're staying in Portland Row," he said with the conviction of a hundred unspoken confessions. "You don't need rubbish referrals."

"I can't room with you forever," you replied. You faltered because of the hurt on his face. You must have imagined it because he was back to normal in a blink of an eye. You steeled yourself. "Lockwood & Co. is a psychical agency, not a rental place. And I have weddings to plan. I need more space."

"We can make room in the library," he bargained.

You halted in your steps, raising a brow at him. "You've never seen a proper wedding planning if you think that little room will suffice. You need that space for your case documents."

"We can move them to the office," he insisted, stopping in front of you. He thought a smile would work but you didn't budge, even after he showed you his best grin. "We can make it work."

You sighed, exasperated. The street was empty, so you had nothing else to preoccupy your mind with. "Lockwood... I can't plan weddings in the same house George rants about the Problem in."

"I really don't see the issue there."

He sealed his lips when you narrowed your eyes at him.

—

If Anthony Lockwood was anything, it was petty. A few nights later, he deposited himself in the seat beside you and decided to made your business his business.

"I think the ivory looks better with that shade of violet."

You cocked a brow at him, flipping to the next page of your photo book. "Pray tell, what are you doing here?"

With an unmoving smile, he said, "Learning a thing or two about wedding planning, so I can gauge just how much room you need."

"Lockwood... You don't have to be here."

"Oh, but I do," he retorted. "Lest you make a hasty decision, like living in a flat with Quill Kipps."

He flinched when you shut the book. The cold stare you gave him was just as paralyzing. "I won't be living in a flat with Kipps. He'd be living in the floor below mine. And for your peace of mind, this isn't a hasty decision. I'm only staying here until I can afford to rent my own place."

He bit the inside of his cheek. "Why do you have to go? We're perfectly happy here, aren't we? George knows your favorite recipes, Lucy's ecstatic to have another girl around, and I— well, I . . ."

"You . . . ?" Hope, like you've never felt before, rushed through you. Your ears could hear a pin drop with how attentive you were then.

Much to your disappointment, he cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair. "I would hate to lose a friend."

It was flattering, truly, but you were hoping for more than that. Perhaps an indication that the kiss three years ago had actually meant something. When he said nothing about it, you reverted back to assuming your affections were unrequited. Dejected, you thumbed at the pages of the photobook.

"I won't be leaving soon, and we'd still be friends when I move somewhere else," you reassure. You found it hard to get the words out. There was a prickling feeling behind your eyes you tried to bat away. You turned your attention to the flower options splayed on the coffee table. You were seeing, but you weren't absorbing anything. "I'll be here a while so you don't have to worry."

"Right..." He sounded even more dejected than you. You fought the urge to look up at him with every fiber of your being.

Your heart fell when he got up and abandoned you in the library. Even if you were surrounded by photographs of weddings—the happiest day of some lucky people's lives—you couldn't find a drop of joy when Lockwood had taken all of it with him.

—

The thing about realizations were that they always came late. Especially for someone as dense as Anthony Lockwood.

When he had turned the events of that night over in his head, he realized that he had been a fool. He was saying something, but he wasn't actually getting a message across. For someone who valued verbal affirmation, you must have felt alienated.

He had resolved to apologize, and apologize thoroughly. He had put on his best suit under his coat and picked his best shoes (the only ones without plasma burns) before heading to the site you told Lucy you were heading to that day. He sacrificed his five turns in the biscuit rotation to get the information from her, but he couldn't be too mad about it when he finally laid his eyes on you.

You traded your usual trousers and blouse in for a dress. Not that you weren't pretty in trousers and blouses, but the fact that your dress was white altered something in his brain. Something was wrong with him. Could have been anticipation. Could have been the terrible urge to get down on one knee.

He shook his head, putting that idea on the back burner. He was there to grovel for forgiveness. He had to apologize before all else.

Lockwood, with reborn inspiration, approached. Striding closer and closer—eyes trained on you.

Only one thing was on his mind, and that one fact may have been the cause of his downfall, because he hadn't seen the toy at the lip of the pool before it was too late.

Your face grew further and further until his body had broke the surface of the water. For a moment, he couldn't breathe. All he could see was blue. All he could feel was the cold. A sharp inhale hurt. Opening his eyes stung.

Once his feet reached the bottom of the pool, sense returned to him. He kicked off, gasping for air when he reached the surface. Another splash forced him to shut his eyes.

Then he heard it: The frantic way you were calling his name.

Your hair was matted to your head and drips of water slid down your face, yet, you looked as majestic as ever. You were a vision. His voice had been stolen, perhaps his heart, too (as if it wasn't already).

He regained feeling in his face when you set your hands on his cheeks. Then the world came rushing back. The splashing of water, the commotion that caused passerbys to run, and your voice that called to him above all that.

"Anthony? Anthony! Oh, heavens, are you okay?" You smoothed the hair away from his eyes. He wondered if you knew that it made him love you even more. "That was terrible fall. Are you hurt? Bleeding?"

He shouldn't be enjoying your doting when you were so obviously stressed over his condition, but how could he think straight when you were at arm's length—just this close to touching lips with him.

And you were touching him. Your palms were warm on his cheeks, cozied up under his ears. You could feel him smile if you wanted to.

It was no place or time to think about kissing you. He had talked himself out of it countless times before, but his restraint crumbled the moment he witnessed your teeth sink into the plush of your bottom lip.

He knew it was your nervoud tick, but his mind went blank. He seared every detail into his memory before he threw caution to the wind.

He found your waist, clutched your dress, and drew you to him with the urgency that had been restrained for years.

He's not sure whether you kissed back right away, but he did know that you were. Just as eager as he was.

With ignited confidence, he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Your fingers carded into his hair and you clung to his shoulders for stability.

It was painfully obvious that Touch was your specialty. Every brush of your fingertips set fire across his skin. He wouldn't forget it, even if he tried. His arms wound around you, his palm finding the back of your neck to hold you fast to him.

For a second, you parted. He caught a glimpse of your dazed eyes and ephemeral smile before you brought your lips down on his once more. You could very well be the death of him.

The belief grew stronger as you grew bolder, shifting to be able to wrap your legs around him. Squeezing your thighs against waist and warranting a gasp. You felt the rumble against your lips and beneath your fingers, earning a smile.

You would have done so much worse if a rigid scoff hadn't cut through the lavender haze.

He pulled away. You blinked, still encroached by the spur of the moment. The smell of chlorine polluted the space between you, but that only made your senses heighten. You were staring at Lockwood as water clung to his lashes. He was smiling at you, and you were smiling just as much. His thumb drew circled into your waist, and your fingers grazed the nape of his neck. It was chilling, in the best way.

The scoff came again, stealing your attention. Both of you looked up at the hotel manager with sheepish grins.

"Hello, sir," Lockwood started, amping up his charm with a disarming laugh. "Contrary to what you may be thinking, this didn't happen in purpose."

The hotel manager didn't buy any of it. He raised a practiced brow and regarded Lockwood with a frown that rivaled a wishbone.

There was no corporate talk that would get you out of this. You chuckled, patting Lockwood's back for the good try, but you already knew security was on the way.

"I take it that you're not hurt?" you murmured to Lockwood.

"No. In case I am, would you like to take my shirt off and take a look for yourself?"

You two had to walk home in soaked clothes, but you did take him up on his offer. Excitedly, too. Suffice to say, he didn't have a bruise on him.

—

You and Lockwood had returned to your roots; a peaceful game of chess. You had the upper hand on the board but Lockwood felt like a winner just seeing you in his shirt.

"Just in case it wasn't clear, I'd like to be more than friends," he said. He had lost another bishop but he was fine with it because you smiled at him.

"Yes. I know that now, Anthony."

"I don't want to just be friends with benefits either."

You snorted, amused. "I understand that, too."

He didn't move a piece until you looked at him. "It would pain me if you moved out. Three years apart was bad enough."

Your gaze softened and you reached across the board to hold his hand. He was the one who laced your fingers together. "I won't be going anywhere."

"Good," he chirped, eyes alight. "because I've already began moving the shelves into the office. You can have the library for work."

Even with your best efforts, you couldn't help but laugh. He bent toward you, wishing he could bottle the sound. "You are ridiculous, you know that?"

"I do," he said, inflating his chest. "and I'd like to be your lover as well."

You cocked a brow. "Would you?"

He squeezed your hand lightly, eyes shining with determination. "I can hear you thinking, sweetheart. What do I have to do to get you to say 'yes'?"

If he hadn't stolen your heart already, the way he raised your hands to his lips and planted a kiss on each of your knuckles would have. His eyes never strayed, honey brown eyes placating yours.

"Sweetheart?" he hummed, pleading for an answer.

You drew out the silence for a little longer. You felt that it was fair for him to suffer, just for a little while. He was the catalyst for years upon years of emotional turmoil.

But he had resolved it all with another kiss, this time on the sweet spot on your wrist—just over your racing pulse.

You were kind enough to put him out of his misery. "Kiss me again."

You were weak for how he smiled then.

"Gladly," he whispered, sliding the board aside and sending the chess pieces toppling to the floor to fulfill your request.

Your complaints were squashed down by his lips. He'd never forget the way you laughed as he tackled you into his bed.

Well, it was yours now, too.

NOTE ➺ did you notice that everyone calls reader 'trouble' but lockwood calls her 'sweetheart' 👀👀 i want what they have.

i have so many ideas lined up for my boy, but i just don't have much time to write them. life got busy lol.

anyway, this is the first of many 1989 TV songfics!! master list for the whole collection will be out on 1989 TV release day, I promise. i'll do my best to finish more wips because you can never have too much anthony lockwood.

i've also been thinking about making a tag list but I'm not sure how to go about that...

as always, don't be shy to leave some feedback, constructive criticism, or cute lil comments! i love raving about my boy 💙 i hope you enjoyed this one, because this isn't the last of me!

⌠ @novelizt 2023 ⌡

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[brokenjere]

details (a seventeen going under story)(j.f)(ch.1)

details (a seventeen going under story)

a/n: hello everyone!! i hope you all enjoy this new story. It's a continuation of seventeen going under, so if you haven't read that yet I encourage you to do so! I'm trying to follow the story line of book/season 2 but obviously, it's going to be different. Let me know what you all think!!

Susannah died at the beginning of June. The call came late one night as I was fast asleep, but Jeremiah’s empty breathing woke me up. I immediately knew something was wrong and ran next door without putting any shoes on. The boys were sitting on the couch in the dark not speaking. They looked like statues, I thought at that moment. Little wax figures forever frozen in time when their mom was still alive, but they were not. They were alive. 

They both turned to look at me when the front door swung shut. Jeremiah’s eyes were puffy and red. Neither of them looked like they had gotten any sleep for days, maybe. We all knew it was coming soon - her death. She was slowly getting worse and worse, it was only a matter of time. I kissed Jeremiah in the doorway as he left for the hospital to see her. Neither of us knew it would be the last time he saw her. If I had known, I’d have kissed him a little harder. 

If I had known that everything would change that night, I would have hugged him a little bit harder. I would have locked him in the house and not let him leave. I would have strapped our ankles together so that he could never leave me, but he did. He did leave me. And now, I’m sitting on the back porch watching the rain poor down flooding the grass. 

“Dinner is ready,” my mom calls from inside of the kitchen. She always likes to keep the back door open when it rains. “Come inside before you get a cold.”

“It’s too warm out for me to get a cold,” I tell her once I’m inside. She pushes a plate toward me on the counter with a sad smile. She’s been pitying me for weeks it feels like. Always giving me sad smiles and hugging me for longer than normal. Shouldn’t she be the one grieving? She lost her best friend. She watched her person die right in front of her eyes and she’s the one comforting me? I pick at the chicken with my fork but don’t eat it. “I’m not hungry.” 

“You have to eat something.” My dad comes in from the other room, kissing the top of my head once before rounding the island and kissing my mom on the cheek. She leans into him and my stomach turns. 

“I ate lunch.” I push the plate away. “I’m just going to go to sleep.” I can feel both of them watching me as I walk away with their sad eyes and wallowing stares. Being upstairs doesn’t make me feel much better. He’s all over the place up here. His clothes are in my closet, his shoes under my bed, and the notebook he gave me on the desk. I flip it open to the last page. Big, white, and empty. I’ve been meaning to pack up all his stuff for weeks now, but I can’t bring myself to do it. One minute I was packing for Cousins and the next Susannah is dead and Jeremiah is no longer my Jeremiah.

My phone starts to ring in my hand. I know who it is before I even look at the screen so I answer it, but I don’t speak. “Y/N,” he says softly. “I can hear you breathing.” I lay back on my bed and try to stop breathing. I hold my breath until my lungs start to burn. “Did you eat today?” 

“Don’t start doing that,” I whisper. 

“Doing what?” 

“Talking to my mom and checking up on me. She already talks to me like she’s walking on eggshells I don’t need you to do it now, too. You’re the one grieving.” I can picture Conrad now, rolling his eyes because all he ever does is care for other people he couldn’t imagine not doing it. Not even now. “I should be asking you if you’re eating.” 

“I ate a burger about 30 minutes ago. I can feel it traveling through my digestive tract as we speak,” he says. I can hear the smile on his face. 

“Good.” Conrad calls me every day at the same time for the last month. Sometimes we sit in silence and sometimes we don’t but he never hangs up first. It’s been exactly 32 days since I’ve seen Jeremiah. 32 days since I have heard his voice, although Conrad’s is similar. Similar but not the same. 32 days since I have felt his hands on me and exactly 30 days since his mother’s funeral and 28 days since Susannah died. My mom keeps telling me that time heals all wounds but how can I believe her when I feel like it just keeps getting worse and worse?

“When are you coming back to visit? They’re doing prospective student tours next week. Figured you could come then and tag along.” he suggests. It’s been a while since I’ve been out of the house and I think he knows that. He’s been trying to get me to visit him at school for weeks now but I keep blowing him off. I shouldn’t be, I know that but the thought of leaving the perimeter of my house feels very similar to dying. 

 “I’ll think about it,” I tell him. “Look, I should probably-” 

“Jeremiah asked about you.” We both say the same time. His words stop me in more ways then

one. I sit up and grip my phone harder. My voice stops, my breathing stops, and I’m pretty sure my heart stops. 

“What did he say?” My voice cracks and I clear my throat. “What did he want?” 

“He asked me how you were doing,” he tells me. “He asked me if you ask about him.” 

“Did you tell him that I don’t?” I don’t recognize my own voice. I keep talking about him to a minimum because when I do, it feels like my entire body is falling apart. Conrad sighs on the other side of the phone and he doesn’t reply. “What did you tell him?” 

“I told him that you were.” he hesitates. “That you were you. You were okay.” I stop myself from picturing how he was doing in that house all alone. Just him and Adam. I have to stop myself because if I’m afraid of what will happen if I don’t. “You were going to tell me that you’re hanging up, right? Before I said that.”

“Yes.” 

“Don’t hang up yet, okay?” His voice cracks so I don’t hang up. I don’t hang up for what feels like hours but we sit together all night long until eventually I fall asleep listening to him breathing. 

When Susannah got really sick, the worse I’ve ever seen her, being around the house was hard. Conrad hardly seemed to be around. It was his first year at Brown, so we all let it slide when he didn’t come home on weekends or make it to her doctor’s appointments. Jeremiah or my mom always took her. Laurel came down a lot, too but Jeremiah always got the worst of it it seemed like. One day, I came over to find him with his head in a pile of bills. 

“That’s not your responsibility,” I told him when he told me that he was sorting through the bills and trying to pay them off. 

“It’s just one less thing she has to worry about, you know? Conrad isn’t going to do it.” His voice was tense and unlike the Jeremiah that I loved. I put my hand on his shoulder and kissed the top of his head. 

“You have a dad,” I reminded him. He half smiled at me and took my hand off his shoulder. He held it tightly and kissed my knuckles. “Lets go get some food,” I suggested. “We can bring your mom home something.” 

“Normal food makes her nauseous.” There was a lot of things Susannah couldn’t do anymore. She barely could get out of bed. It was like seeing a stranger toward the end. She still smelled the same, her smile was still the same. She said all the things that Susannah said but she wasn’t Susannah. She wasn’t dancing around the house with the radio on in her apron. She wasn’t gardening in the backyard with dirt on her cheek. She was living off of saltine crackers and chicken noodle soup. 

“Then we’ll bring her back a cup of water. Come on.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the dinning room table. I felt guilty sometimes. Taking Jeremiah away from his mom like that but he didn’t deserve to sit here and grieve her before she was already gone while Conrad was off living his life. Sometimes I found him smiling. A real smile, the kind you only get when you’re really, really happy. His eyes would light up and he’d be him again. But then, everything hits him all at once and he’s sad again. 

He almost didn’t even go to prom with me. We had everything planned. Susannah even picked out the corsage but at the last minute he showed up at my door crying. “How can I go out and have fun while my mom is dying?” He said through his tears. I didn’t have an answer to that so I just let him cry but the next night, he showed up in his suit and tie with the corsage in his hand and it was perfect. It felt like nothing had changed. 

But of course, everything was changing.

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[pascaloverx]

Strangers?

Part Three

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Author's note: This fanfic is set in the creation of Jenny Han. Conrad Fisher and other characters mentioned in the future do not belong to me. I hope you like this fanfic, depending on how it goes, I'll decide if this fic will have more parts or just this one. This fanfic is recommended for all audiences, there will be no adult content in it, only possible inappropriate language and alcohol consumption.

You and Conrad come out of the water towards the people calling him. A boy and a girl, both looking relieved to find Conrad. I'm not sure what their relationship is, but they definitely seem to care a lot about Conrad. You feel like it's appropriate to pretend like you didn't just kiss someone you met hours ago. Even Conrad seems to have been bothered by the interruption but I'm wondering if he's with a frown because of the interrupted kiss or because of seeing this possible couple here.

"Do you know them?" You discreetly ask Conrad before emerging from the sea. You become so engrossed in the awkward atmosphere that you end up stumbling when fully out of the water. Luckily, Conrad grabs your arm, resulting in an insanely intense exchange of glances between you two. You step back, afraid that the girl staring at you might be the happiness Conrad mentioned earlier. At least, your near-fall helps Conrad ease his discomforted expression.

"He's my brother, and she..." Conrad speaks softly as you both walk towards the two people. But you immediately understand when you observe the glances between Conrad and the girl. She is his happiness.

The girl speaks anxiously as she looks at Conrad. "You turned off your phone and disappeared; we got worried, so we decided to look for you in possible hiding places."

"The intention of disappearing and staying unreachable is precisely to have no contact with anyone, Belly. It's nothing personal." Conrad explains.

"So, next time you want to disappear, send a message letting us know you're going to vanish, and it's not for us to worry." The boy says this time as he approaches and hugs Conrad.

"You worry too much Jeremiah, I'm your big brother not the other way around. You two shouldn't have come here. I wasn't even gone for twenty four hours." Conrad reprimands them, and they seem to disagree with what he says. You find it cute that they came here looking for Conrad, but you're concerned that they might have seen the kiss and jump to conclusions. Your mind can't stop thinking about unnecessary things. What if Belly is in love with Conrad and thinks he moved on because of the kiss? What if you enjoyed the kiss and want to repeat it, but can't because Conrad clearly has feelings for someone else?

"We're being rude here. Hello, I'm Isabel, but you can call me Belly, I'm Jeremiah's girlfriend, and..." She pauses for a moment, perhaps contemplating how to define her relationship with Conrad.

"I'm Jeremiah, Conrad's brother." Jeremiah tries to make the moment less awkward. I shake hands with both of them as they extend their hands to greet me.

"My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you." You say smiling, when you notice that something is strangely strange. Wait a minute... is Conrad in love with his sister-in-law?

"Now that everyone has introduced themselves, you can go back where you came from..." Conrad says, clearly lacking any sense of courtesy.

"Or you can stay here and enjoy this beach day. Although it's almost evening. But we can always make a bonfire." You say, trying to ease the obvious tension in the air. Jeremiah smiles appreciatively while Conrad looks at me in disbelief. Well, it's not like you invited them for a make-out session.

"We'd love to stay; it'll be an opportunity to get to know my brother's new friend." Jeremiah says, putting his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. Belly seems comfortable with the idea of staying.

"So it looks like everyone is staying. I just need to find some dry clothes to wear. And I think I bought some snacks; I'll check if I left them in the trunk." You say as you gather your clothes from the ground. The ones that aren't wet are covered in sand.

"I'll help you. By the way, Jere, did you bring any spare clothes?" Conrad says, holding your hand. You feel something bubbling in your stomach, but you firmly grip Conrad's hand.

"In the trunk, you can take whatever you think is good for today." Jeremiah says smiling while whispering something to Belly who elbows him. You and Conrad head to your car and Jeremiah who coincidentally are next to each other. You stay torn between letting go of Conrad's hand and going to your car when you notice him watching you.

"Do you like my company so little? You even had to call for reinforcements." Conrad speaks in an amused tone, making an almost cute, hurt expression.

"One of us had to do this, you were a nice ass suggesting that two people who care about you leave." You say trying to be as soft as possible, even at the end you mumble "sorry but it's true" to Conrad who is expressionless.

"I just... wanted a break from being the guy who's getting over his ex-girlfriend who's currently his younger brother's girlfriend." You get a little confused but you start to understand the situation a little better.

"Now I feel like a pretty idiot. I thought you had an unrequited crush on your sister-in-law but it's worse than that. You're living a real life version of The Vampire Diaries." You try to lighten the mood with this silly comparison. At least it made Conrad smile a little.

"But I understand that you felt it would be polite to call them, I wouldn't have done that but I understand." Conrad says, getting a little closer to you, which leaves you feeling cold in your chest.

"You can't judge me sir"I didn't give you the whole context and I want you to guess". I did the right thing." You stare at him, getting even closer. Now you started to remember what you were doing before Belly and Jeremiah arrived.

"Do you think friends can kiss?" Conrad asks as he goes from holding your hand to putting two hands on your face. You don't respond with words but nod your head positively. Seconds later you kiss. A kiss with more intensity. A kiss that makes you want to fly, or whatever. You feel that Conrad is at least in that moment with his mind focused on you. And you're focused on him. You kiss for as long as possible until you both need to catch your breath.

"You taste like beer." You say, giving Conrad a peck, who gives you one in return.

"And you taste like chocolate ice cream." You laugh at the expression Conrad makes when he says that and then move away a little.

"So let's get dry clothes and food for the night with your brother and his girlfriend." You say looking at him. You then head off to what you hope will be a pleasant evening.

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Lover: Chapter One

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Warnings: Swearing, alcohol and substance abuse, eventual sex/smut, mentions of death/cancer. 18+

A/N: hello hello!! so as said earlier, i have delved down a deep dark hole that i cannot get out of until i write this. this is a mini series based purely on the tv show characterisations, since i’ve not read the books! hope you enjoy xx

Word Count: 3.1k

Chapter One: reunited.

A thousand thoughts bombarded your skull as you walked around the side of the Fisher’s beach house in Cousins, but the main one was this—

Had it really been five fucking years since you were last here?

The summer you turned sixteen was the last holiday you ever spent here, only returning for Susannah’s funeral four years later, and now this. This of all things that you were still desperately trying to wrap your brain around; Belly and Jeremiah’s fucking wedding. 

There was a part of you that knew it. Susannah had always said that you and Belly were destined for her boys, but during every summer before you left you were sure that she’d liked Conrad over Jere. You couldn’t wait to hear the stories. You couldn’t wait to simply exist with them again. 

After everything that had halted your vacations here, after reeling and mourning Susannah away from them all; this was needed. 

You needed to be back in Cousins with the Fisher’s and the Conklin’s again. Even if it might be the last time. 

That was the hardest part to admit, for sure. 

The path swirled around the back of the house, melting into the rest of the patio that surrounded the pool in the backyard. You remembered it all so vividly: nothing whatsoever had changed. This was the pool where the boys took it upon themselves to throw you and Belly into the cold water in the morning. This was the patio where you and Conrad sat after stealing a bottle of red wine from Adam’s wine cellar, chugging on the bottle and then stupidly deciding to rush down to the ocean for a late-night dip when you were teenagers. 

The back door was swung open, music from the radio filtering out the back. 

“Hello?” you announced hesitantly, and within seconds Jeremiah’s face popped out from the doorway. 

“Oh my god,” he said first, before a smile the size of fucking Jupiter erupted onto his face. “Belly!” he exclaimed, before flinging himself down the back steps until you were within his arms. 

Tears began fighting their way into your eyes, but you stopped them from forming. You didn’t want to cry, didn’t want to make this all the more difficult and heartfelt than you already knew it would be—

I mean... you hadn’t even seen Conrad yet. If you cried with Jeremiah and Belly, then you’d probably end up sobbing when you saw Conrad’s face. 

Jeremiah held you tightly, squeezing you as if he wasn’t ever going to let go. He’d grown so much in five years, from the almost twenty-year old boy into a full grown twenty-four year old man; soon to be twenty-five. He was taller, bigger, bit still contained the same ferocious charm and love within his heart. 

That would never disappear. 

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he whispered, and you swallowed back the want to burst into tears. Instead, you pulled away, holding him at an arms distance. 

“And I can’t believe you’re fucking getting married,” you let out, laughter bubbling between the both of you. “Did you get her a good ring?” you asked. 

“See it for yourself,” Belly’s voice spoke up over your reunion, and your chest all but caved in. As your gaze scattered over her, you were hit with the realisation that she was no longer a child. All the prior grace and elegance she’d lacked at age fourteen was now replaced with a sense of herself that made you jealous. 

Belly descended the steps until she was at your level; strong, beautiful, grown. 

“Fucking hell,” the words tumbled from your mouth involuntarily. “You—you, you’re so—,”

“I know,” she interrupted you, smiling at you with gleaming eyes that made your heart hurt. 

“You’re so beautiful,” was all you could say, coming towards her and taking her hands in yours. You spun her around once, before she catapulted herself into your chest. “You’re not a kid anymore, Bells,” you whispered. 

“Neither are you,” she whispered back. She smelled like sandalwood, the staple scent that Susannah adored pumping into the beach house. 

Even without stepping into the house, you could already sense her absence; this nagging emptiness that sat on a chair at the patio, on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island, in the middle of the sofa clutching a cushion. 

Your eyes found the doorway then, scanning the doorframe, scuttling across the windows, just trying to have a peak into the house to see if she—if someone—was in there. Steven, maybe. Or Conrad. 

No, definitely Conrad. 

As Belly grew, her crush on the eldest Fisher brother did as well. Her friendship with Jeremiah soared, as well. They were best friends, and now soon to be married. 

You and Conrad had started off rocky. The two oldest kids in the house, butting heads and trying to one up each other, until the time you turned thirteen. That’s when the friendship had properly begun. 

Nights on the beach, secret driving lessons in the golf buggies at the country club, playing chicken in the pool with Steven and Jere. Your relationship had blossomed into much more than the frenemy situation you’d started off in. When you left Cousins every summer, you stayed in contact. Whenever you were in the States, you made sure to visit him in Boston if you got the chance. 

Those four years. Those four summers. Thirteen to sixteen years old. 

That’s when Conrad was your favourite person in this entire world. 

Maybe he still was. 

Even after all this time. Even after the fight. 

“He’s not in there,” Jeremiah said, shooting you a knowing stare. You frowned at him playfully. “He’s on the beach with Steven, and some friends,” 

You let out a scoff. “Conrad has friends?” 

“Shocker, I know,” Jere replied, coming over to snake a hand around Belly’s waist. The three of you looked out towards the ocean. “He’s been waiting for you to arrive for the past week. Everyday it’s when she gets here this and if she was here that,” he added, eyes scuttling over your face secretly. “He’s missed you,” 

You breathed out slowly, ignoring the pain in your chest. “Yeah. That makes two of us,”

Walking down the dock to the beach, the pump of music and sounds of laughter got ever present. You’d never been to a bonfire on the beach; you’d always been too young; and it was crazy to realise that this was your first ever beach bonfire in Cousins. At age twenty-five. What the fuck. 

You ignored your pounding heart as the dock slowly turned to sand, and slipped off your shoes when you stepped onto the beach. Your feet sank into the sand gently, as you strolled towards the circle of people in camp chairs and on inflatables. 

You recognised Steven straight away, standing up to the right, arm draped around the shoulders of a very pretty girl. Steven had always been a stud, in his own special way. Like Belly, he’d also matured in a way that made the breath hitch in your throat. 

You cleared your throat once, alerting some people to your presence. “Hey, nerd!” you yelled, and all eyes were upon you suddenly. Steven averted his gaze from his girl to you, and the realisation hit him like a truck. 

“Oh my god,” him and Jere were still peas in a fucking pod; they even said the same fucking things. “Oh my fucking god!” he exclaimed, giving his girl a chaste kiss on her forehead before he flung himself across the beach towards you. His snarky and boundless energy was enough to make you buzz inside, copying the way he was all but jumping as he made his way over to you. 

“You’re here! You’re here!” he yelled some more, wrapping his arms around you and bobbing you around in circles as his energy dispelled. 

“Since when did you get so fucking tall?” you chuckled into his chest, struggling against the sheer size of the man before you. 

“Same time my voice dropped,” he let out, pulling away. “It’s called puberty. You should look it up. Won’t be long until you go through it—,”

“Oh, fuck you,” you pushed him away playfully. “I was taller than you once, don’t forget that,”

“When we were twelve,” he chuckled. The inescapable feeling of happiness washed over you then, the same way the ocean washed up upon the shore. The fear you’d felt on the drive over from the airport felt silly now—

It was just Cousins. The place you’d grown up at. Surrounded by the people that saw you grow, and you them as well. It was just Belly, Jere, Steven and—

“Conrad’s swimming,” Steven said suddenly, leaning his shoulder against yours as he pointed towards the sea. “There,” you nodded once, taking in a deep breath. Steven immediately noticed your anxiety. “Five years, right?” he asked gently. 

You nodded again, coming back to reality. “Yeah, five whole years,” you repeated. 

“Take it from me,” Steven began, before gently laying his hand down on your shoulder. “He’s missed you more than he’ll let on,” 

“That’s what I said,” Jere and Belly strolled up behind the two of you, peering out at Conrad in the ocean with you. “He’s been better the past few years, though. Who knows? He might turn back into the Connie we all grew up with,” Jere added, almost sadly. 

“That would be a miracle,” Steven laughed once, crossing him arms. 

 “No,” Belly spoke suddenly. “I think you’re all underestimating him,” you shot a look at her; gently, thoughtfully, as her eyes danced across the ocean. “He’s been talking about you since we got engaged, you know?” Belly looked at you quickly, smiling slyly. 

“You guys are scaring me more than I’m fucking scaring myself,” you let out nervously. Jere dropped his hand to your shoulder reassuringly. 

“It’s just Conrad. He doesn’t bite,” he said, and you scoffed so loudly that it was lucky Conrad didn’t fucking hear you from the sea. 

“You and I both know that’s a lie,” you chuckled, until you thought you might cough up a lung. It was useless stalling more, though. You had to face him sooner or later. You had to see him—and God—you wanted to. The days since you’d last hugged or talked Conrad Fisher were too many to even count. 

You all watched as Conrad emerged from the sea, sopping wet. He pushed his drenched hair off his forehead, shaking himself off like a wet dog before he started walking up the beach. You took him in before you yelled. All soft curves and broader shoulders and a sharper jaw. He was the Conrad you’d always known, but he was also an image that you’d never know possible. 

Conrad Fisher was grown up. Both of you were. 

You whispered a peppy okay to yourself, before lunging forward playfully and exclaiming “Conrad Fisher!” through cupped hands. He looked up suddenly peering around the beach until he saw who was calling his name. “You’re late!” you added, and his gaze finally found yours. 

When he stopped abruptly, you thought you were going to throw up. You started walking towards him slowly, skirt fluttering in the ocean breeze and hair flying all over the place. You stopped when you were no more than twenty meters from each other. 

He was the first to smile. Your heart skipped. 

“I’m late?” he replied, shouting without dignity across the beach. Everyone watched with bated breath, ready to witness you and Conrad reuniting after so fucking long. Confusion covered their faces—none of them knew who you were, same as yourself. Conrad started stomping across the beach towards you. “You’re five fucking years late,” he boomed. 

 You shot him the cheesiest smile possible, hands behind your back, leaning forward slightly in the signature pose of the guilty. “Who’s counting anyway?” you said, lower this time, as he stomped his way closer and closer to you without any indication of stopping. 

“I am,” he said strongly, all eyes on him. His face was stern, his jaw clenched, his fists balled. God, maybe he was pissed off. Severely, really, angry. 

“Okay,” you said, panicking suddenly as the gap between you both was starting to diminish very fast. You raised your hands, as if a gun was pointed at you. “I can explain—you know I can explain. We can talk this out,” you pleaded jokingly, but the line between playful and real was starting to fade. 

You couldn’t read Conrad’s emotions anymore, not this soon anyway. 

Ten meters between you was all that remained. 

“It’s too late for explanations,” he replied, as the frown on his face slowly began upturning into a smile. 

“Then—a bottle of red wine with your name on it?” you suggested. 

“You’re not drinking your way out of this one, idiot,” he shut you down. 

Five meters to go. You were so close now that, if you reached out, you could touch him; soaking wet skin and all. 

“Then, then—,” you started clicking your fingers incessantly, but his strides only got longer, until he started jogging towards you. You took a few haste step backs. “Hey, now—Conrad—,”

“I have an idea for your penance,” he said, and he started sprinting.  

“Hey—,” 

“Belly flop!” 

You started running before he’d even finished speaking, but it was far too late to beat him now. He was on your tail already, just am arm’s length away from grabbing your top and pulling you into his arms—which is exactly what he did. 

He grabbed you by the waist, snaking his arms around your torso as he picked you, kicking and screaming, from the ground. He didn’t let up, not even when you squirmed in his arms and tried to push yourself off of him. 

All the while back down the beach, he laughed as you tried to beg and plead your way out of this. The others looked on in awe, bar Jeremiah, Steven and Belly immediately rushing down to the beach to get a first-hand view of this ordeal. 

“Conrad—Conrad!” you yelled, but to no avail. 

“Five fucking years,” he kept saying it, over and over again as if trying to remind himself that he should be mad at you, but the smile in his face and the chuckles on his lips were enough for you to know he wasn’t at all. 

“Put me down!” you screamed, bursting out giggles as he shuffled you in his grip, until he was holding you bridal style. 

“Okay,” he said smartly, treading into the ocean until it reached his waist. You scrambled in his grip, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and trying to climb up higher on his tree length body. He clutched onto you tightly, sending silent chuckles into your ear as you were all too aware of the cold water beneath you. 

“No, no, no—keep holding me—keep holding me!” you urged.

“I thought you wanted me to put you down?” he said smugly. 

“I take it back—I take it back!”  you begged. 

“Rules are rules,” he said finally, as you looked back at the beach to see Steven with his phone out, filming the entire ordeal. 

“You put that fucking phone down, Steven, or I swear to God—I’ll give you a wedgie as bad as the one I did when we were fifteen!” you shouted at him, and Conrad’s full laughter finally came out to play. You bobbed up and down in his arms, as his chest shot out chuckles of full belly laughter. 

He turned back to the beach, just so everyone could get a good look. “Ready!” he yelled. The three of them on land cheered instantly. 

“Fuck you, guys!” you yelled back. 

“Together,” Conrad whispered, and you internally readied yourself. 

“Wait—,” you began, but it was far too late. Conrad dropped himself to the floor, clutching you in his grasp until you were both under the water. You yelped in his arms, trying to squeeze out of his grip as you held your breath and felt the cold water cascade over every fucking inch of your skin and clothes. 

He didn’t let you loose, though, but kept holding you as firmly as when he’d first picked you up. 

Emerging from the water was the stuff of nightmares. Your hair, clothes, body, was drenched, along with Conrad himself. He shot himself back up to standing, laughing as you struggled in his grasp to get wet hair out of your face. When he started walking you back to the beach, you didn’t want to think about how heavy you’d be now—thanks to all the extra water weight. 

As soon as you hit land, you jumped out of his arms, immediately falling to the ground and breathing heavily. “It’s so fucking cold!” you yelled, but the happiness on your face was apparent. Conrad laughed behind you, clutching his torso as he bent over slightly. 

“Welcome back,” he let out breathlessly. 

You forced yourself to standing, trying to ring out some of the water in your skirt. “I bought this skirt for the wedding,” 

“Didn’t Belly tell you?” Conrad began, coming forward with a colossal smile on his pretty boy face. “You’re a bridesmaid,” Conrad glanced over to Belly on the beach behind you, winking smugly. Your eyes widened, as you turned round to her. 

“What!” you screamed so more, but the breath in your lungs was running out fast from all the laughter you’d fucking produced. 

“You’ve got a dress fitting next week,” she replied, as Jeremiah took hold of her hand. Steven was scrolling through his phone, looking at all the footage he’d just got. 

You turned back to Conrad, shivering slightly as the breeze hit your wet body. He saw you shake, and let out an abrupt scoff. “Are you happy now, asshole?” you said playfully. 

“I’ve never been happier,” he smiled. 

“Sadist,” you let out, hugging yourself as you dripped water onto the sand. He came up behind you then, placing a gentle hand on your back. That alone made you shiver again. 

He peered down at you fondly, hair covering his eyes slightly. “Come on, let’s go change inside,” 

You shivered all the way to the beach house. Halfway up the dock, Conrad draped his arm around your shoulder, prompting you to hug his waist. You leaned your head into his shoulder, relishing in this closeness after so long. 

“Five years,” you whispered, squeezing him affectionately. 

“Five fucking years,” he repeated, peering down at you softly. Nothing more needed to be said. 

He’d missed you more than you’d ever know. 

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A Sample

[Post-Spray Jeremiah x Batsis Reader]

It's always been a pain to drive out to Jeremiah. Just outside of Gotham and in the woods where the roads get muddy and bumpy. Though y/n finds that getting to see her boyfriend is rewarding enough to take that two-and-a-half-hour drive three times a week. She got out of the car and pulled a leather suitcase out. After the road, she has to deal with the maze. The maze is arguably worse than the road.

Not living in Gotham, but still being near it isn't enough. So he has to make a maze just in case Jerome finds out his location. As much as she wants to hate the maze, she understands the paranoia and can't fault him for that. However, the mental image of Jerome running around the maze like a rat looking for cheese is funny.

Making it through y/n was greeted by Ecco's blank face. "Good afternoon, Ecco." y/n's light voice and energy bounced off the blonde woman. Her voice was calm and collected, "Hello, Ms. l/n." It felt good to be called Ms. l/n than Ms. Wayne. Though she's sure Mrs. Valeska would sound better.

"Is he in…"

"In his study." y/n flashed a grateful smile as she said thank you. Walking down the cold hallway. The soles of her shoes made satisfying clacking sounds with each step. Stopping at the wooden door, she knocked rhythmically. A response didn't take long and she opened the door.

Jeremiah was sitting at his desk with a thing of alcohol next to him. He's been drinking a lot more lately. Disregarding the half bottle of whisky y/n smiled at fondly him, "How are you doing today." He watched her sit down, curious to see what was in the leather suitcase. "Fine," He said with a quick and almost forced smile, "What did you bring with you?" She suddenly felt nervous by how he went straight into pointing it out with no beating around the bush. She was hoping that she'd be able to ease him into what she needed.

He took note of that nervous smile creeping up on her face. She put the suitcase on her lap. "This has things for a," She stops and lets out a sigh. Her eyes look down at her hands before back at her boyfriend, "I need a blood sample." The rise of his eyebrow made her nervous. They've had this conversation a few times now.

That he was fine now. That the toxin was completely out of his system. The mind-changing effect was only temporary and only caused physical change. That if he wasn't okay then why'd they let him walk right out of the psychiatric hospital? It didn't make any sense, but he's always been such a good actor. So good that y/n almost believed him for a moment.

She never explained that she thought he was lying, just saying that she was worried that it could have done unknown harm to him. But neither could fully get away with lying to each other. So when Jeremiah agreed to it, y/n was surprised by the lack of resistance. She foolishly thought that it must have been the whisky making him agreeable.

"That's great, but we're going to have to reschedule since you've…" It felt weird, almost wrong to point to his sudden use of alcohol. It was so much easier to ignore it and run away from the thought of it. Thankful they didn't have to open that can of worms as he knew what she was pointing at. "Yes, we can do it tomorrow. You don't have any classes from what I remember." He takes another sip from his glass while staring her in the eye.

The sudden eye contact made her shiver and deviate her eyes back down to her hands for a second. "Yeah, we can do that. You'll need to drink a lot of water though." While saying that she tries to smile as if it were some sort of joke. His lack of a reaction made her drop her forced smile.

"I noticed you've been out a lot longer this week. What have you been up to lately?" He speaks like he's going to accuse her of something. What exactly, she isn't sure, but it put her on edge. "I've been visiting my family a little more." She watched his eyes harden at her words. Almost scowling at the mental image of her going back to the family that neglected her for half of her life.

y/n would have been better off cutting them out of her life after high school, but she always had an excuse. That they were far too busy to put up with her. Painting herself as a nuisance. Not explicitly saying that she was too needy, but hitting at it. Never once has he seen them attend her art galleries or even her graduation. Jeremiah knows their sudden change of heart must have been the shit show that was Jerome. His brother's childish and ignorant attempts to woo her.

The whole thing was very infuriating for Jeremiah on many levels, but he could never be mad at her for this.

His sweet little dimwitted y/n.

"Why?"

"What?"

The simple question caught her off guard. "Why would you visit them?" There was a venomous undertone to his question that confused her. "Because..." Was she going to tell him that she went to them for help? That she was starting to fear him? No of course not. "Because my little brother, he's been trying to I don't know. Just connect with me, try to have me in his life."

It was an unsatisfying answer and a fucking lie, but Jeremiah would let this go because she wasn't getting out any time soon. "Oh, your little brother," He says with a slightly mocking tone. Signifying that he was going to play along with what tale she was going to spin. "Damian."

He hums, "And he just suddenly cares about you now?" At this point, y/n wasn't sure how to respond and she wasn't going to because this wasn't something she wanted to tango with. Not today. "It doesn't matter." Before he could ask anything else she swiftly changed the subject. "How have you been?"

That's when their conversation starts becoming less intense. Any tension that was there dissolved gradually. It was like everything was normal. Chatting for a good while when all of a sudden he got up, "Come on I have something to show you something." Of course, she followed him into the living room. Showing off the vintage record player and putting on a vinyl. Music filled the room and he held out his hand.

y/n became giddy from this simple action. She tries repressing the urge to squeal and to stop her smile from growing. Wordlessly she took his hand and they glided around the room.

She always had to beg him to dance with her. Not dance to music that you'd hear at a club, just slow waltzing music while no one was around. Being one of Bruce Wayne's adopted children she took a few dance lessons. Never cared for it until she found someone whom she wanted to share it with. Someone she wanted to hold close and move together with.

It felt like they hadn't been on the same page for a while, so this was nice. A quiet moment together to take a break from everything wrong. Just the two of them dancing in the living room that they'd call their ballroom. Nice things were always followed behind something else.

She started having a coughing fit ruining that nice moment. Jeremiah had her sit on the couch. Ecco silently walked in a glass of water, but she did not approach no matter how much she'd liked to provide some type of comfort. She had to wait for him to allow her to step close to y/n. She had no choice, but to watch.

y/n's cough was dry and her face became slightly flustered from the intensity of the coughing. She could feel one of Jeremiah's hands on her back and the other on her shoulder. Giving her a slight squeeze, it's unknown if it was for his or her comfort. After she calmed down and began catching her breath he silently signaled Ecco to come over. The blond woman handed y/n the glass and she gratefully accepted it. Once the cup was out of Ecco's hand she smoothly backed away from them. She was standing on the sidelines waiting for her next order.

"I'm sorry for ruining everything. This cold just won't go away." y/n's voice was apologetic, but there was a melancholic look in her [eye color] eyes.

"Did you plan on never telling me?" She was startled by how cold he sounded. "You keep lying to me, but I've seen your medical record. It's been nearly six months since you've found out and not once did you say anything. Does anyone know about this?" She couldn't look at him. Of course, she knew it was wrong to keep everyone in the dark, but she thought would be better this way. Maybe not for them, but for her.

Her voice was a bit shaky, "No. I haven't." Jeremiah was almost satisfied hearing this because the idea of her confiding in someone was bothersome. "What did you plan on doing, y/n? Did you plan on giving up? Killing yourself?" Panic set in her. No question as to why or how he saw her medical record. She was too occupied with damage control. "No! Miah, I wouldn't! I haven't even thought of it in a few years-"

He clenched his jaw and held up his hand making her shut her mouth. This wasn't what he planned to talk about tonight, but maybe the whisky had made him forget that there was a plan. Bringing up her condition was certainly not a part of it. Everything was getting to him a bit. He stood up from the sofa and began pacing trying to collect his thoughts. He didn't want to implode, not when y/n was frozen out of fear.

At this point why even bother?

"Ecco, take y/n to her room."

"No, I think I should get going. We'll talk about this later, but think I we should step away from each other before anything else." Despite saying this Ecco wasn't deterred. Jeremiah started to walk away, "I think so too. That's why you're going to your room." y/n got up and was just about to start leaving when Ecco grabbed her arm.

"Please let me go." She didn't realize that Ecco planned on fulfilling her order until she tried to pull herself out of Ecco's grip. This causes Ecco to tighten her grip and slightly dig her nails into y/n's skin.

Jeremiah commented from behind, "You used to be so obedient, y/n. I think your family is a bad influence, so just stay here and take a short nap." Before she could even process what was going on, there was a sudden pain in the back of her head and everything went dark.

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The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) (Part 15)

My heart, my hips, my body, my love. Tryna find a part of me that you didn’t touch. - TS

A/N: Enjoy some fluff and angst (ofc bc it’s conrad)

Synopsis: Volleyball tournament!! :(all i’m gonna say:)

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Frankie came back to town that week. It had been 5 days or so since the heavy rain stopped and cousins was back, thank God.

That didn’t stop me and Conrad’s little habit though.

I hadn’t told anyone, not even Frankie but as the nights went on, things got a little more intimate.

“Hello? Where is our jerseys?” Frankie waves a hand In my face and I shake my head.

“Sorry, uh- they’re upstairs, i’ll grab them.”

I’m usually Belly’s partner for volleyball things. In cousins at least. Me, Belly, Taylor and Frankie are all on the varsity volleyball team at home, so things will definitely get competitive. I was hoping things with Belly would get better so we could be partners but when I heard Taylor was coming back, I invited Frankie.

“What’s going on with you?” Frankie says while taking a spoonful of peanut butter and I cringe because Jeremiah does that. It’s disgusting.

“Nothing.” I say leaning my head on the counter.

Last night, Conrad kissed me.

I know we had kissed before, and, well done it. This felt different though.

“I don’t believe you.” I said to him, tangled up in the sheets and him.

“Oh shut up! You know it’s true.”

“I refuse to believe you actually didn’t enjoy The Notebook, I saw you shed a tear.”

“I only did it to make you feel good.”

I scoff, “You can’t just make yourself cry.”

He strokes my face and his thumb grazes my bottom lip slowly, and I swore I saw the light. Coming to take me because these games were too much.

Then his lips are on mine. It was so gentle and he held my face while doing it. I leaned into him and my arms were around his neck.

Once he pulled away I stared at him with such intensity. Everything about him just amazed me. The way his face shined in the dark.

“Was that okay?” He whispered against my neck.

“Eh, kinda boring.” I joke while squeezing him tighter.

“Oh please.” He says through a laugh and starts kissing me all over my neck and face.

“Con- Conrad!” My breaths were quicker and laughs emerged from my mouth. “Let me go!”

He stops tickling but doesn’t let go of me. I lean my head against his chest. “Nope. Never.”

“What is going on with you?!” I jump up from the counter to see a angry Frankie.

“Jeez! You scared me!” Frankie rolls her eyes while taking another spoonful of peanut butter. I snatch it away from her and she groans. “No, no more. Seriously your going to throw up!”

She runs around the counter to grab it from me and I giggle, attempting to escape her.

Once she gave up, we both took note that Conrad was in the room.

“How long have you been standing there?” Frankie says dryly.

He scratches his neck because i’m sure it’s awkward that Frankie called him out as a stalker.

“Oh- I just came in. Sorry if i’m.. I don’t know.” He shrugs and puts his hands on the counter. Frankie sighs and looks at me with a smile, “Are the shirts in your room?” I nod and she’s making her way towards the stairs. I hear the footsteps get lighter and I look up to see Conrad staring at me.

“What?”

“Nothing.” I try and hide the smile on my face as I grab a water bottle from the cabinet.

“Feeling ready for the tournament?” Conrad says and I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly. Truthfully, I wasn’t that nervous but Conrad was making me pretty nervous so who knows what’s coming out my mouth.

“I think so.” I mumble.

“If you stay ready you won’t have to get ready…” Conrad trails off and and I think he realized how cringey it was. His face turned red and I couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Nice one.”

There was a thick air in between us, dividing us. I knew he was still seeing Nicole, and it was wrong, but I really missed Conrad. He was my bestfriend and If I could i would be wrapped up in his arms forever, I would. I tried to stay angry at him but those eyes and hair make it so damn hard.

I knew I needed to speak up, though. I wouldn’t be his secret little fling. That wouldn’t happen again and I swore this time would be much different.

“Conrad.”

“yn.”

I tapped my foot for a little and licked my lips. I bit my tongue down so hard I thought It would come off. Conrad had my full attention and I felt trapped in his gaze.

“I..” The words are right on my tongue but I can’t manage to get it off. Rip the bandaid off because I know Conrad and what if reacts horribly?

“I just.. your coming today right?” His face falls and I suddenly regret not telling him the truth because I think he wanted me to. I wanted to.

“Of course, I’ll be watching you.”

A smirk escapes my lips and it’s devious all over, “You really should play, I taught you well.”

“Bullshit. You didn’t teach me anything.” It’s rhetorical and I want to jump into his arms and kiss him all over for hours and never leave. But I don’t do that and instead a roll my eyes at him before putting more powder in my drink.

I didn’t miss the smile and longing look he gave me.

—

From the time we were little kids, Susannah said me and Conrad were soulmates. I laughed in her face years ago when the predicament crossed her mind, but now it’s a shy memory I can’t ever forget.

I felt like he could read my mind sometimes. I hated the thunder, the rain, everything about it. When I was 12 we went out on a surfing/paddle day. All the kids were there and when the rain started up horribly, I was too far out to register I had to come back. Lighting and thunder strike and I suddenly forgot how to move in that moment.

In the distance I saw Jeremiah comforting Belly and Steven looking out to me. He can’t see me but I can see him, the views are much different from here.

Hot tears burned my face and I couldn’t tell if it was the salt water or real tears but they hurt both ways.

A strong pair of arms wraps around my board and through the salt and rain, I look to my left to see him. His face shows concern but I could tell he was relieved I was okay.

“Keep pushing to the shore, okay?”

I shake my head and this time I can assure that tears are very much falling.

“Yn. Come on you need to.”

I felt paralyzed but his words were breaking me free. Slowly. As I paddled the waves tried to push me back but Conrad held on to me. He was my life jacket in the middle of the ocean, in more ways than one. I loved him for that.

We were almost to the shore and my chest was burning and my lungs were on fire, but Conrad would not stop or let go of me. When I showed hesitation, he looked a little back and said:

“I’ll never let go, I promise. We’re almost there.”

And those words carried me back to shore, right into Conrad’s arms.

Now, that memory is not jaded with the terrors of a storm and being stuck in the ocean, my biggest fear. It’s a memory full of love, full of Conrad.

Volleyballs move through the hair so quick I blink and that’s gone.

“yn, come on!” Frankies hand guides me to the check in station where we see a lot of good girls warming up. It was gonna be tough competition.

My eyes glanced over to Conrad and Nicole, and there was a evident pain in my chest. I knew it was wrong, and I knew it was still Nicole. Is this all Conrad wanted from me? To be his secret hook up?

“oh my God yn.” Frankie waves her hand in my face, “Stop staring!”

“Okay, okay. Let’s go warm up.”

I needed to win this, but so did Belly. Why she had to be stubborn and bring Taylor is beyond me. We could have won this together. Conrad catches my eyes again but doesn’t smile or anything. He looks at me with such intensity, such force. I could drown in it.

I cant focus on him right now, and everything else that comes with it.

—

Belly and Taylor were on right now and they we’re ahead. I didn’t miss the way Jeremiah stared at her and I really wanna know what’s going on between them.

Now, Taylor sprained her ankle, and Jeremiah has to step in and I think I saw Taylor blink. Wow.

I feel a presence shift next to me, and I don’t have to look to see that it’s Conrad. His eyes burn into mine and I feel like a fire has ignited in my body and only he can put it out.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He whispers. I swear I can hear a trace of sadness in his voice but choose to ignore it.

“Sorry, i- you were with Nicole so why should I bother?” My voice comes across much worse than I wanted to and I saw him back up a little bit. I didn’t want to hurt him but I wouldn’t be used as a fucking hook up.

“Don’t do that.”

“You’re the one doing it.”

“I’m sorry?—”

“No, Conrad.” I’m now facing him and I place a hand to his chest, showing the division and tension that’s so clearly between us. “You have been the one asking me to come into your room every night. You kiss me, tell me you love me, and now your ignoring me when it comes to Nicole.”

He scoffs, pushing me away and aggressively running a hand through his hair. It’s like he wants to pull his hair out. I almost stop him.

“Grow the hell up yn, there are more things going on then your petty feelings for me.”

My eyes break, with my heart. Conrad has the power to do a lot of things over me- good. But also bad. He could make me feel amazing, but then break my heart just like that.

“I-” I pause, the tears threatening to spill. “Okay.”

Conrad starts to shake his head and I know this is the part where I have to turn away because he’s going to apologize. Apologize in his sick and twisted Conrad way. I felt a tear slip and then watched it fall onto the wooden block my hands were on.

“yn—”

“Stop.” Another tear.

“I’m so—”

“Get the fuck away from me.” I now look up at him and his eyes are laced with red as well.

“Wait—”

I shook my head and pushed him away, not wanting to hear anything else. I hate him, now I know I hate him. It’s all on his terms, he gives and takes away from people. When he feels like it.

It was me and Frankies turn to play now, but even if I win, all I feel like i’m loosing is Conrad.

—

A/N: Sorry i haven’t been able to update! Ugh this is also so short. I’ll get the next one out too soon :)

tag list: @kkrenae @callsignwidow @drikawinchester @johannelis2302nely @allnrsnz @galaxy13sworld @paytonloiselle @i-think-you-are-gr8 @imaspecialpersonwhoneedshelp @awatt31 @user0440822

#the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #team conrad #belly conklin #conrad x reader #team jeremiah #tsitp #love #summer love

[your-nanas-house]

Hello, I got inspired by your submission for 2nd of kinktober with the bratty s/o, so is it possible to make a fic about either Jerome or Jeremiah ( both would be like an early Christmas gift 😍) fighting (not too intense more like just throwing each other around or on desks. Ya know) with the reader who is their lover and end up having sex? That sexual tension 👀. Apologies for making this long. I really like your work. 🥰

Hi!!! Ofc and thank you. I'm posting the Jerome version but I'm going to write Jeremiah too. Merry Christmas! 🥰

Anger releaser

Pairing: Jerome Valeska X fem!Reader

Warnings: anger, fight, slamming against wall, mad Jerome, smut

Words: 510

Summary: in the request

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

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Jerome was furious and Y/n could see it, his hazel eyes were covered by a kind of dark veil, there was not a smile on his face and she could only sense anger and a strong tension before it all started. 

The cause of their quarrel was revealed when Jerome broke out throwing out his darkest emotions, grabbing her arm before chasing her around the house as they argued heatedly. 

Jerome did not act like his mother but still had his moments of anger and jealousy that did not make him think properly and made him do things that should not be done like slamming Y/n against the wall "Stop running away from me, dollface!"

Their faces were so close, Y/n could feel the breath of the ginger on her face as he held her chin still so that her eyes met his, their chests continued to move fast due to the breaths and adrenaline, his grip became tighter as Jerome still looked at her angrily "what..ya scared of me now?" he growled annoyedly after letting a dark guttural laugh escape from his scarred lips.

His chest pushed even harder against hers and when Y/n believed Jerome would have done something he would have regretted their lips connected in a hungry kiss.

Both were still angry about the earlier accusations but all the anger was about to come out through a pleasurable and probably violent and passionate action.

The kiss intensified, their tongues met after Jerome forced his tongue inside her mouth not wanting to waste time, his gloved hands began to roam quickly over her body searching and exploring before tearing off her clothes without hesitation, using his pocket knife that then ended up against the wall as soon as the ginger decided it was time to move everything to the bedroom.

He lifted her by her thighs holding them tightly, probably leaving a mark, and banging around never wanting to stop kissing her.

They didn't even make it to the bedroom, both crushed against the wall as their breaths became more heavy, Jerome grabbed the shirt he was wearing and without wasting any time ripped it off his body throwing the remains on the floor before he managed to touch the bare skin of her chest with his lips.

His gloved hand held the thigh that was now hooked to his side as his hips quickly grinded against her to get her ready before he got to the centerpiece.

The labored breaths mingled more as their bodies moved together in search of their peak of pleasure, which they both reached shortly after they started but which did not end there since this was a way to release all the anger and Jerome had plenty of anger and frustration at that moment, he would not hold back.

Y/n had to make a mental reminder to anger Jerome more often in the same way she had done that day hoping that it would end exactly that way and not in a more...unpleasant way.

Taglist:

@gabile18 , @mrsfullbuster500 , @rex-ray , @elizamalfoyy, @eovjjj , @monkeyking-and-liuer-mate , @jeremiah-va1eska , @gothamchic16, @rabbiteggz , @dieg0brandos-wife , @rottenecstasy , @lazyexcuse , @teh-vampire-bunny , @lobotomy-lover

#gotham #gotham tv #gotham x reader #jerome valeska #jerome valeska x you #jerome valeska x reader #jerome x reader #jerome valeska smut

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

Safe In His Arms

Pairing - Jeremiah Fisher x reader

Summary - You, Belly and Taylor gets stranded by Nicole and the other group of girls naked. Jeremiah and Conrad go to take their clothes and pick them up. After, things with You and Jeremiah get heated.

Warnings - Smut 18+ (Protected sex, Oral sex - Female receiving, Praise Kink, swearing)

A/N - This is requested by @pillowcolorsstuff Hope you enjoy! Thank you for all the love and support, much appreciated! I have enjoyed writing this 🥰

Word count - 1K +

“Oh my god,” You gasp with Belly and Taylor, “I can’t believe they just left us here!” You groan.

“Also, they took our Fucking clothes, Those cunts!” Taylor scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“What the Fuck are we gonna do?” Belly questioned, “Calm down it’s going to be fine, we just need to find something to cover us up,” you say looking around.

“I’ll look for something to cover us up,” Taylor offered swimming finding something.

“While you do that I’m going to call Jeremiah,” You get your phone from the side of the lake, pressing his contact name.

Ring, ring.. “Hello, Jere we need help,” You shout down the phone, cause he clearly at a party.

“Oh my, Y/N where are you, sweetheart,” Jeremiah walking outside so he can hear you, concerned for you.

“Hang on,” You look up, “Guys where are we?” You questioned, “Shit, we don’t even know, some kind of lake,” Belly shouted, Taylor trying to find something.

“Jeremiah, I’m going to put my Snapchat location on for you to see where we are because we have no clue. And also we are naked, can you bring clothes? For me, Belly and Taylor,” You told Jeremiah, taking a deep breath trying not to panic.

“Really, your naked! ok I’ll be there and bring clothes for you guys, bye love you,” Jeremiah quickly ends the call after you say, “love you,”

You swim, where Belly and Taylor are. “I’ve got good news and Bad news,” You tell them, They look at you, “what’s the bad news?” Taylor asked.

“Well, the bad news is that it’s going to take time for Jeremiah to come but the good news is he is and with clothes for us too!” You all smile and sigh at the same time.

“It’s so fucking cold, I’m Freezing my tits off,” Belly complains, “Aren’t we all?” You sigh.

“We could at least try to, find something and walk a bit naked?” Taylor said, “I agree, it’s going to be late as it is when Jere gets here so better get our asses up,” You say, “Come on,”

“Fuck, we really doing this?” Belly grumbled more out of fear of being seen, “Yes,” you and Taylor say at the same time.

You, Belly and Taylor get out the water. Luckily there was no one about to see you.

“Look over there, a really big boat sheet!” Taylor and you pulled it off quickly, wrapping it around you, belly and her.

“Well at least this is better than nothing,” Belly said, you start walking only thing you got in your hands is your phones.

You get up this long road, “Remind me not to ever go skinny dipping again unless it’s just you guys,” You laugh enlightening the mood, “Yh same Y/N,” Belly and Taylor laughed too, shaking their heads.

🧋

Meanwhile, after Jeremiah got your call. Conrad came to him with a bag full of clothes, which was yours and the girls!

“Oh, my God, Who the fuck did that to them!” Jere scoffed as Conrad and him speed run to their cars, “It was fucking Nicole and some other pathetic girls, they are so done!” Conrad growls,

“Y/N rang me up, that’s how I knew that happened.” Jere told, Conrad nodded.

They both stepping on the gas peddle following the directions on your Snapchat location.

Speeding up the highway late at night, to get you girls safe and clothed. They didn’t have time to get Steven because God knows where he is plus it would be just awkward because Belly is his sister.

🧋

“I am so done, Walking!” You all groan, “My feet hurt,” You huff, “Ours too!” Taylor and Belly laugh out.

“Wait, wait,” You say, stopping the girls, “I see a light of two cars,” You jump up and down as they stop, seeing not only Jeremiah but Conrad too.

“Oh my God, Yes,” You all scream, “Thank you so much Guys,” Jeremiah and Conrad come with your clothes.

“We was just worried, now let’s help you,” Jeremiah said, Conrad agreeing. Lifting the sheet both ends together turning around for you all to get change into your clothes.

You go into Jeremiah’s car, the girls winking at you. You wink cheekily back to them, especially Belly since you know that her and Conrad has a clear connection!

Your now sat in Jere’s jeep with the heater on, even the seats are hot! You relax into them as Jeremiah gets into the car.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?” Jere looks at you sincerely, before he starts the Engine he leans into you to kiss you on the lips passionately, “I’m so glad your safe, Darling,”

“Yes, I’m ok! Thanks for getting us, Nicole and her little friends are such bitches!” You roll your eyes, but smiling into the kiss none the less.

“I agree,” Jere nods, stepping on the peddle.

Your finally happy as your in the car with your man, going home or so you thought? 

You get like half way home, Looking out the window into a haze of day dreams.

You feel a warm hand on your thigh, sending butterflies down your spine and tummy. You relax into Jeremiah’s touch, loving the way he shows his endearment. You feel a rush of wetness to your pussy, which makes you squish your thighs together.

“Do you want me to stop, Baby?” Jeremiah smirks, knowing that you will be nestled warm in his back seat with him but of course it’s completely your choice.

“Yes, I would like that,” You whimper, loving the way he wants to take care of you.

Jeremiah pulls over into a side by lane, which no one really goes down. He unclips his seat belt and yours pulling you in for a soft, gently kiss.

“Let me take care of you, Sweetheart,” Jeremiah whispers, giving you kiss sweet smile as he kisses your ear tugging it a bit in his mouth.

You always knew your boyfriend would go far and beyond for you. Knowing this as you look around to see blankets, Pillows and more to comfort you in the back.

“Oh my, ok jere bear,” You smirk, giving him a kiss on the cheek as you get into the back laying down Jeremiah follows you.

Jeremiah hovers over you, taking his shirt off. It is warm in the car as Jere has repaired it all! You follow suit, taking your own clothes off.

Jeremiah wraps you around in a blanket, kissing down your neck, valley of your breasts, your tummy and all the way down to your tight juicy cunt.

Your now fully focus on him and the pleasure, as he is to you. Rubbing your hand to comfort you, he looks up.

“So fucking gorgeous, baby girl!” Jeremiah comes back up to your face, kissing you with his sweet lips, “My Pretty girl, I’m gonna take care of you!”

“Mm, please do Jeremiah,” You moan out as he goes back down to your thighs and pussy kissing them.

“God, your so wet! Sweetheart soaking all for me,” Jere breaths in and out, smelling your fresh scent, “What do you want Petal? My fingers, tongue,” He suggests, admiring you being patient.

“Both,” you smirked, squirming, “I want your sexy slender fingers and your sexy, thick tongue swirling around in me! Jere,” You gasped as he goes straight to your pussy.

Jeremiah takes his finger, slowly sliding it into your wet slit. “There you go baby, it’s ok! You can take it,” He adds another one, going in and out, “There is my good girl,”

He moves down so he’s face to face with your wet, tight cunt. Moving his mouth towards you, licking up and down on your clit passionately.

“Just like that Jere, Ah oh! Your doing so good,” You moan, he takes his hands placing them over your thighs to comfort you, “squish my thighs, I love your hands on them,”

Jeremiah goes deeper as he touches your thighs, digging his fingers tips into them. He is eating you out like there is no tomorrow, “Mm, Fucking delicious,” He whispers, swirling his tongue down to your slit tasting all of you.

Your thighs are shaking with pleasure as Jeremiah continues until you cum all over his tongue. He licks up all your juices, after coming back up kissing you on the lips.

“Fuck, that was so good Baby,” you giggle, pulling Jeremiah into another kiss, “Yes, I agree you taste so fucking Yummy,” He winks, now his cock is sticking up so hard!

“I want you so bad, Sweetheart,” Jeremiah smiles kissing you, “I want your cock so bad too,” You smirk, grabbing his hard on.

Jeremiah scrunches his face up in pleasure as you stroke him, “Oh my God, feels so good!” He moans, laying you back down so he can fuck you good and proper.

Jere is always prepared taking out a condom from the car door, he puts on his length. Just like he had his car set up like this because even though he had to come get you, he was going to suggest this after you got back.

“Hurry,” You moan out,

“Impatient are we?” Jere questions smirking, “well, I have to fuck it out of you,”

“Fuck, please do!” You nod,

Jeremiah takes his cock smashing it into your pussy as you both groan at the sensation. He quickly thrusts into your tight cunt, you easily opening up for him as he already prepped you with his fingers earlier.

Jeremiah lifts your legs up, giving you more pleasure as he bends his torso down. So you can wrap your arms and legs around him.

“Good girl, My good girl!” Jeremiah grunts, pounding your little hole into bliss, “You like when I fuck you like this, so hard, fast and deep Baby,”

“Fuck,” You whimper, “Yes, Faster, Harder,” Barely getting out the words as Jere jerks his hips into you more.

“Fuck, feels so good,” You groan, “Jeremiah,”

“You feel so snug and tight around my cock, Baby girl!” Jeremiah praises as he grabs your tit in between his fingers, “Yes, play with my tits,” You moan, rolling your eyes back with your mouth open.

“Mm, you close Pretty girl!” Jeremiah questioned, you nodded, “Awe, is my cute little baby going to cum for me?” He encourages you, him feeling he’s close too.

You nod again as you let go, he release too! You came at the same time In bliss.

Jeremiah pulls out, kissing you softly as you have tired eyes. “You was good, Darling,” Jere whispers into your ear.

Jeremiah puts the condom away, Cleaning himself and you up with a towel. Then he wraps the blanket around you a bit more as you get comfortable into the pillows.

Jere goes under the covers with you, pulling you into his bare, toned warm chest cuddling you. You hum in content as you wrap your arms around him.

“Goodnight Love you so much, sweetheart,” He whispers into your ear, kissing you sweetly.

“Night night Love you so much too, Jere bear,” You giggle, bringing him in for another kiss on his plumed lips.

He strokes your head as you fall asleep peacefully into his arms, no more worries as your safe into his arms now! Jere falls asleep with you too.

#jeremiah fisher fluff #jeremiah fisher smut #jeremiah fisher x you #jeremiah fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher fanfic #jeremiah fisher #the summer i turned pretty #lovers #late night #gavin casalegno

[jeromevalecka]

Hello! I was just wondering if you could do a jerome or Jeremiah valeska x reader who collects trinkets? And just has a ton on shineys

୨୧ jerome and jeremiah valeska with a reader who collects trinkets .

words : 157

notes : reader is gn. sorry for any possible grammar mistakes, I hope u like it anon (sorry for it being short rah) ♡

⌗ jerome valeska :

- he's like one of those monkeys whenever you would show him your collection.

- he wouldn't steal it like them but his eyes go so wide, he likes shiny things

- is actually interested in them and thinks it's cool how you have so many

- will ask and needs to know abt the story behind them all

- he particularly liked a small ring with a green emerald looking stone implemented in it.

⌗ jeremiah valeska :

- I feel like jeremiah would be a collector of sorts as well, maybe not trinkets but he has a collection of other things

- is very intrigued and likes seeing you show the trinkets off

- will probably also contribute to your collection if he ever finds any trinkets he thinks you'd like

- will share random facts about some sort of stone if you're explaining about a certain trinket (I feel like he'd be a walking wikipedia lmao)

- he likes a pair of earrings with small pearls the best.

requests are open ! thank you for reading, have a great day/night ♡

#jerome x reader #gotham jerome #jerome valeska x you #jerome valeska x reader #jerome valeska #jeremiah valeska x you #jeremiah valeska x reader #jeremiah valeska #gotham show #gotham x you #gotham x reader #gotham villains #gotham #dc x reader #dc comics #dceu #dc #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #fluff #x you #x y/n

[rinseveryday]

Hello! How are you ? Just one question! who do you think will die in the upcoming chapters of blue exorcist ? do you think anyone will die at all?

Hello anon! You're lucky because I'm having a nice easy week so I get to respond to you on the same day! (how rare)

Thank you for the question. I have seen this one come up recently within the fandom, especially with the manga ramping up for what seems to be a climax arc, but I never really had a solid answer for it. Kazue Kato is a master at misdirection and subverting expectations. She'd raise a death flag on purpose just for the lolz -u-"""

Personally, I don't see any of the main crew getting picked off, but then again, I didn't think Demon King! Rin was actually going to show up in his sweat pants so like... I'm just as scared as everyone else is.

I do think there will be some deaths though! And I'm hoping to see a few revives as well.

Spoiler warning for latest chapters under the cut

So from theories I've seen going around:

Renzou Shima has had major death flags on him for a while. This is probably just Kato trolling us though. I don't see any benefit coming out of his death anyways (snore) just kidding I love Renzou please don't die

Shiemi has said things that raised major death flags in the latest chapters, however, she's also under the protection of the Protagonist's Favored One's Halo, so unless Kato is a true masochist, I don't see her staying dead if worst comes to worst

Bon, probably also Kato's troll. Konekomaru is protected by the Cat Name Haver's Halo.

Izumo is in too much of a dire need for a glow-up to die.

Yukio is... cursed by the Protagonist's Favored One's Halo. Or at least he was but Rin feels a bit distracted lately. He'll live, but at What Cost? Couldn't say (probably a lot).

The Adults: Neuhaus is probably going to die. Shura might come close, but she'll hang in there so she can attend Rin's graduation. Lucy Yang might die. Lewin is favored by the author so I hope that means he's safe. Angel is not favored by the author so I really don't want to think about what's going to happen to him. Osceola better not die bc I need Rin to become his apprentice. Shiemi's mom is close to dying but I really hope she doesn't.

The Demons: I don't care either way so I never really thought about it (sorry demon lovers). If anything, it's more likely that we'll see demons that have crystalized, revive (Azazel, Armumahael, Shemihaza, Satan).

Also on a similar note, the demon eaters plot point was never fully resolved. Todou "died" off screen so unless Kato totally forgot about him, he's due for a comeback.

It's also interesting that Paku and Godaiin were focused on in the glimpse into the future. Nemu Takara also stayed back and is presumably still alive in that future, and those 3 from the kid's table still need to come back into the story. I doubt any of them will die ;w; that'd be too sad.

Jeremiah might die.

Dragulescu (??? idk how to spell his name) better die.

Other Illuminati: uhhh maybe the Lundstroms? I like Homare and I think she'll have something to do with Lucifer changing his mind about things. Lucifer isn't the main villain anyways so he's probably safe.

Rin... I don't think he'll be the same at the end of the manga, so to me, that counts as dying. Rin and Demon!Rin still haven't resolved their differences. Rin will have to choose a side, or face being forever unstable. But choosing will change him. Right now, he's living as 2 alter-egos/split personality. We've never seen him truly whole, and from the glimpses we have seen, he's kind of scary.

tl;dr Might die: Neuhaus, Shima, Lucy, Jeremiah, Dragulescu, Todou round 2, Rin (kinda)

#excuse any weird wording #i'm so eepy #ask #blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #text #rin okumura #okumura rin #aoex

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book One of Three]

Story: 4 out of 5 Smut: 3 out of 5

I never thought I’d say this, but I’m in love with a demon. Harley Laroux did not disappoint with this book and I’m so glad there’s two more in this series!

At first Rae bugged the hell out of me because of her stupidity, but then I realized the girl was just trying to survive. As any human would. And at least Leon loved her brattiness. His punishments were… wow.

And the whole Leon giving Rae his metal scene… fucking. swoon!

Dear lord, I loved it.

I loved it all.

Now here are my rambling thoughts...

* I’m already team demon. I don’t like this pompous Kent guy. Or his children.

* Kent’s son Jeremiah is such a little bitch lol

* What the fuck is waking up that gives a DEMON chills?!

* Oohhhh. Rae found a grimoire of her own 😏

* Who the fuck is this security guard and what just happened..?

* Wait.. Leon is the security guard?! lol. Demon asshole. Okay, it’s fine then.

* “I don’t tell stories for free, doll.” // “Yeah? What’s your price?” // “You, on your knees, begging for my cock down your throat.”

* Goddamn. Leon’s bold. I fucking love it 😂

* Aw damn. Leon’s got a hot friend. Another demon? And then Victoria noticed Rae checking out Leon. Not good 😬

* Well hello, Zane. I love you already lmao.

* Oh fuck. That alley scene. Get some, Rae.

* Fuck the Hadleigh’s for wanting Rae dead.

* And he fucking lost the grimoire… Kent fucking lost the book that kept Leon bound to him. Leon’s free!!!

* I have a feeling Everly “donated” the book and that’s how Rae got it when her friend from the library gifted it to her.

* Oh hell. That creepy thing was stalking Rae. And Leon saved her. God, I want a Leon.

* She totally just accidentally summoned a demon 😂 Time to play, Leon.

* “I don’t make idle threats. If you run out of here, then I’m going to hunt you. I’m going to catch you. And when I do- when I do, I’ll make you scream.”

* Well I was gonna stop reading for the night, but Leon just showed his forked tongue. I’m intrigued.

* Aw damn. Of course they’d be cockblocked by an Eld- that creepy as fuck creature that hunts humans.

* Holy shit. The way he ate her out and then fucked her… yeah, she’s totally giving up that soul of hers.

* Aw fuck. Why did Everly steal the grimoire? If she didn’t “donate” it, then how did it end up in the library? And please don’t let her father know she has it.

* Aww. Poor Cheesecake. The Eld snatched the car up and Leon’s totally risking his life for Rae’s cat 😂

* Rae is starting to piss me off. Just listen to the demon!

* Serves you right. You wanna argue, not you gotta squirm through your classes.

* …and now she’s invited him inside to patch up his wounds 😩 Just give him your soul!

* “I was like you once. I think I envy you, to still look at the world with such fascination.” // “You can still. Why not?” // “If you live in the dark long enough, you’ll forget what the light feels like.”

* I knew they were gonna fuck, but goddamn that was… intense lol.

* After everything, this bitch STILL wants to ask the Hadleigh’s for help?! I fucking hope they sacrifice her now. She’s so stupid.

* Now you’re trying to bind him and command him to protect you? Rae, you’re fucking up. I hope Leon makes you pay.

* And punish her he did. Goddamn.

* “I want you. Irrevocably. But I can’t settle for less than all of you. Body and soul, Raelynn. We demons, when we see something we like, we need to possess it. It’s in our nature.”

* Told you, you should have given him your soul. Now he’s gonna leave and the Hadleigh’s are gonna sacrifice your ass.

* Well shit. Everly has the grimoire and has an Archdemon protecting her. This is going to end swell.

* Goddamn. Callum the Archdemon fucked up Leon 😂

* Awww. Everly gave him his sigil back.

* Oh my fucking god. Did you really go to the Hadleigh’s for a party? You’re so goddamn stupid, Rae.

* Of course Jeremiah is gross enough to roofie Rae. I knew this party was just a ploy to get their next sacrifice. Thank god for Zane and “Sam”. And now Leon is here. Yay!

* Fuck. Kent was waiting for them 🤦🏻‍♀️

* Leon pierced her nipples. Why was that so hot 🥵 😂

* Whoa. Kent’s dead? A little anticlimactic, no? But which psycho will have after Rae now? The God has a Kynes, a Hadleigh, and now It just needs a Lawson. Rae is so not in the clear.

* Fucking hate Jeremiah.

* Oh my god 😭 Leon saying goodbye before he takes on the Reaper. I’m not okay. Fuck this.

* Oh my god… no matter that she’s marked for the God, she still carved Leon’s name into her flesh and gave him her soul. HE’S ALIVE!!!

* Omg I’m so happy. They both lived and she gave a big middle finger to that God.

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[brokenjere]

bad in the bones (c.f) part 5

a/n: hey guys, sorry about the long wait i know I’ve been inactive lately I just moved states so I’ve been busy and trying to get back into the swing of my normal life so I haven’t been writing so much lately but i will continue to update dont worry! Hope you enjoy💛💛💛 id love to know your thoughts!

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Mallory’s name flashes on the screen over a picture of her smiling, red-faced and blurry. Her hair is plastered to her face with sweat and she was holding up a beer. I remember taking the photo our sophomore year. It was our first high school party and she went a little overboard but I remember thinking how pretty she looked, even as completely wasted as she was. “Hello?” I pick up. Mallory always texted me before she called, mostly because she hated being on the phone and tried to avoid it and I know something is wrong as soon as she speaks.

“Hey,” she sings softly. “How’s it going?” 

“Hey,” she sings softly. “How’s it going?” 

“What’s wrong?” I sit up, scooting my butt all the way to the back of the lounge chair. Belly, who was absent-mindedly watching the boys in the water is now fully alert to me. I can feel her eyes watching me.  

“Oh nothing,” she dismisses. I can almost see her waving me off like she always did. “Just wondering if you found your new summer beau yet.” 

“Why?” I ask cautiously. Mallory laughs and I can hear some people chatting in the background, although I can’t really make it out. “Where are you?” 

“I’m at the pool with the girls,” she says. The girls meaning Victoria and Betty who we have been friends with since middle school. It has always been Mallory and I, but the girls were always good to have around but if Tori and Betty were around that means Josh and his friends were around and that made my stomach drop. 

“Is Josh there?” I ask. Now, Belly’s eyebrows shot up and she mouths Josh? I nod my head as Mallory confirms over the phone. “What happened? Why are you calling?” 

She’s silent on the other side and I wait for her to speak. I hear Josh’s laugh in the background and I want to throw up. I could recognize that laugh anywhere. It could wake me out of the deepest sleep. I could almost see him - head thrown back as a laugh escapes through his teeth. How his curly hair falls back against his forehead. I shut my eyes to try and get rid of the image. “He’s been seeing someone,” she finally whispers. “Her name is-”

“I don’t want to know her name,” I snap at her without meaning to. Belly’s eyes widen even more if that’s possible and the boys stop throwing their volleyball around and they’re all staring at me. Everything is quiet except for my heavy breathing. “How long?” 

“I don’t know,” she says. “Since you left, I think.” 

“Well, you can tell Josh that I’ve been seeing someone, too.” I don’t know why I lie. I never lie to Mallory and everyone sitting around me knows it’s not true but I still say it. I still confirm it when Mallory asks me really? 

“Who are you hooking up with?” Belly whispers next to me, her hands are already on the arm rest of my chair and she’s ready to shake the answer out of me. I shake my head at her with narrow eyes and she seems disappointed as she leans back in her own chair, arms crossed over her chest like a little kid pouting. 

“I gotta go, okay?” I tell Mallory as she’s blabbering on about Josh’s new girlfriend and how he’s only with her to make me jealous and not to worry. She says there’s no way she compares to you. I tell her thanks for letting me know and hang up the phone. “What are you all staring at?” I say to the boys as the door to the house slides closed. I didn’t even hear it open. 

“Nothing,” Steven says, shaking his head vigorously. He throws the ball in the air and hits it to Jeremiah. “Nothing at all, yn.” The ball hitting the water next to Jeremiah knocks his attention away from me and he grabs it. “Come on, Jere.” I look down at my lap and start to hear the ball bouncing back and forth again. I no longer feel a bunch of eyes on me. 

“What’s gotten into you?” Conrad asks from behind me. His hands are on the back of my chair and he’s leaning forward toward me with a smirk on his face. His voice is teasing but the energy in the air is tense. I can’t speak and I don’t know why. 

“She just found out that Josh has a new girlfriend so she lied about having a new boyfriend just to seem even,” Belly says. I snap my head to her with widened eyes and she recoils in her chair. “Sorry, that’s what happened.” 

“He’s an ass. Don’t let him get to you,” Conrad says. He’s trying to be nice and supportive and I can see that when I look at him but it just pisses me off so I stand up and push past him into the house. I can hear them all talking through the shut glass door but I ignore it. I ignore Laurel and Susannah calling after me in the kitchen and I ignore Laurel as she follows me to the base of the stairs. I shut the door to my bedroom and throw myself on the bed. 

I stay in my room until it gets dark out. No one bothered me except Laurel asking me if I want dinner. When I told her no she said, “I heard about what happened today. Do you want to talk about it?” I told her no again and she sighed on the other side of the door but then disappeared for the rest of the night. When the sun goes down and the house gets quiet, I tip-toe out of my bedroom. All of the doors are shut and there’s not a single sound in the house. I turn on the lights in the kitchen and start raiding the kitchen. I could leave. Take Laurel’s car and go to the corner store that we stopped at on our way in and buy a bottle of vodka and drink the entire thing in the car but I don’t want to leave the house so I open all the bottom cabinets until I find some. The bottle feels heavy and expensive and I start to feel guilty but I unscrew the top anyway and drink from the mouth. 

“Susannah would kill you if she found you.” I startle and the mouth misses my lips just a little bit getting a little vodka on my chin. I wipe it away as I turn around. Steven is standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk on his face. He’s probably reveling in the fact that he’s not the most fucked up Conklin in the house. I can see him picturing my demise in his eyes as I look at him. 

“Good thing she’s asleep, right?” I say. He shrugs and holds out his hand and I give him what he wants. “No plans tonight?” 

He shakes his head before taking a drink from the bottle. “No one was really in the mood, I guess. Plus you’ve been MIA all day.”

“Wasn’t in the mood either.” I push myself up on the countertop, taking the bottle back when Steven hands it to me. 

“Listen to me, yn. Josh is an idiot, you know? I’ve known him for years. I told Belly when you first started dating it was a bad idea but-” 

“You did?” My heart rate picks up and Steven looks at me wide-eyed. “She never told me you said that.” 

“She probably didn’t want to hurt your feelings. He’s just an asshole, okay? Always has been.” He’s being quiet, I assume so he doesn’t wake up the rest of the house but there’s also a hint of something else in his voice. Sadness, regret, pity. It makes my stomach churn. 

“Why didn’t you say something to me? Instead of Belly? You let me get into a relationship with him for years and never said anything.” Steven shushes me and steps closer to where I’m sitting. “Don’t tell me to be uiet.”

“I didn’t tell you to be quiet but people are sleeping. Why are you so mad?” I shake my head and my hands tighten around the edge of the counter so hard my knuckles turn white. Steven looks at them and then looks away. “It’s not like he’s a serial cheater or something, he’s just a shitty guy sometimes. Always has been but he was good to you, at least he seemed to be from where I was standing.” 

“He was good to me,” I state. I’m not sure how much I believe that. Deep down, I think I do but the memories of the last few months with Josh taint the bigger picture. All I see are his furious eyes as we fight about what to wear to senior prom instead of when they’re soft and he’s loving me. I hear his voice strained with guilt when he tells me that he wants to see other people instead of how he sounds when he first wakes up. I thought he was just being a teenage boy. Trying to get out of being tied down in his early twenties. Maybe he was telling me the truth. He wanted to see someone else. Whoever he has his arm around at the pool this summer. I hope she gets him to wear sunscreen because I never did. “He just didn’t want to go to Columbia, okay? It wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“So you broke up  because of college?” Steven sounds skeptical and I nod despite knowing he doesn’t believe me. “Then why is he already seeing someone else?”

“Do you have to bring that up?” 

“It’s relevant, isn’t it?” We stare at each other. I can hear my own heart beating in my throat and I tell her to shut up but it doesn’t work. 

“Was my whole relationship just a lie?” I whisper, my voice cracking. “Did he ever love me at all?” Before I start to cry, Steven closes the gap between us and he hugs me so tight that the sound of my heart gets muffled with the sound of his. He whispers in my ear telling me yes he did, I know he did but I don’t believe him. He tells me it’s okay. It’ll get better. I will find someone new. I think I’m really about to start crying when my phone rings. I reach for it and see his name on the caller ID. Steven sees it too and I try to ask him what to do with my eyes but he doesn’t know me like Belly does, so he doesn’t answer me. 

“I’ll let you deal with that,” he says and leaves me alone in the kitchen. I grab the bottle of vodka and slide open my phone as I start up the stairs. Steven’s door closes just as I reach the top and I whisper a hello as I walk down the hall. 

“Yn.” His voice verberates through my entire body. I feel like I’m watching myself instead of being inside of my own body. He always had that effect on me. “I heard Mallory called you.” 

“She did.” The words didn’t seem to come out right at all. They get caught in my throat and come out all mangled but Josh doesn’t seem to react. 

“She told me you were seeing someone.” There’s no noise in the background wherever he’s at and I picture him in his room with the curtains drawn and the only light coming from his gaming keyboard he spent way too much money on for the amount he uses it. I can see him laying on his bed, legs crossed and outstretched in front of him. I used to lay next to him, my head by his feet, as I read. He’d be on his phone or playing video games and his toes would tap my shoulder making me look back at him and he would blow me a kiss. I’d pretend to catch it and throw it in the pages. “To keep forever,” I would say. That memory aches at me now. 

“She told me you were.” He clears his throat and I keep going. “Who is she? Do I know her?” I have to know her, right? She had to have went to school with us. Maybe it was Holly Eaton from our history class. She was always looking at him. 

“It’s not important.” 

“Is she going to community college with you?” The spite in my voice is hard to hide and I think Josh picks up on it because he lets out a breathy laugh. 

“Who said I’m going to community college?”

“Well you’re not going to Columbia, are you?” 

“And you are?” He snaps. “I heard you got wait-listed.” My heart stops like I’m riding in a car that comes to a sudden stop too close to the intersection and your entire body is jerked in and out of reality. 

“Who told you that?” I say through my teeth. I only told one person that so that question seems irrelevant but I want him to say it. But he won’t. He just sighs. 

“Yn, I didn’t call to fight.” 

“Then why did you call?” I ask. 

“Because if it’s true, if you’re really seeing someone-” I scoff. If it’s true. He pretends not to notice. “I just want him to treat you right, okay? I really did love you. I do love you. More than you know, I think. And if things had ended better, I would hope that we’d have found our way back to each other one day.” If things had ended better? I’m uiet. He ended things. He made them bad, didn’t he? Wasn’t it his fault? “I still think we might, you know? It was always you and me. I never doubted that. There’s just so much out there, yn. So much. You’ll thank me one day for this, I think.” 

“Thank you? For what? Breaking my heart?” I want to be mad. I want to sound mad. I want to spit so much fire though the phone that it burns the beard he’d been trying to grow all year right off. But I don’t sound mad. I’m quiet and I realize I’m crying. 

“No. For forcing you to get out of your comfort zone. I know you pretend to be big and tough and wild like your mom but you like to be safe in your bubble and that bubble was me. You deserve to know more.” He’s being sincere. I can hear it in his voice. I want to crawl in his bed under his covers and inhale his scent. I want him to love me again because I don’t know if I can ever stop loving him. “Her name is Kennedy and it’s not real. I lied. I was pretending in front of Mal.” 

“You lied?” 

“Mhm,” he hums. I can hear his smile. “Goodnight, yn. Have a good summer.” The line dies and starts to beep in my ear. I leave it there, the lingering of his voice in my ear because it’s all I have left besides my anger. But the anger is gone, isn’t it? I don’t feel it so heavy in my chest anymore. It’s more like a dull roar that’s leaving it’s mark in my body. In a deep hibernation. Until next time. But then I remember Columbia and Mallory and the beans being spilled so I remove the phone from the side of my head and I text her. Did you tell Josh about Columbia??? 

Being sad about Josh had been getting old. I spent too many nights in bed, crying. Mallory told me to just move on already but she didn’t know I had got rejected by Columbia that same week. She didn’t know the rejection letter was in the waste basket under my desk, rotting just like me. So I told her and her face softened once more and she let me wallow for a few more weeks until I started to look too rough maybe you should get up and shower and leave the house.

She’s the only person I ever told. Not my mother, not Laurel, not Belly. I would have to tell them eventually but right now everything was already too dark there was no reason to shut the curtains, too. 

No! Her reply text reads. And then another one: I told Betty tho :/

I don’t bother replying. I lock my phone and throw it on the bed. Betty, who had the biggest mouth out of anyone in our class. Betty, who thrived off of other people’s misery. Betty, who ran and told Josh that my life was crumbling down around me in the wake of him. I want to scream but I shut my eyes instead and picture her head inflating with all the gossip she eats and popping off of her neck. When I open them, blood is splattered on the walls and there’s a knock at the door. I go to open the door and the walls are white again. 

Conrad stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame similarly to how Steven stood only a few minutes ago in the kitchen. He looks like he was asleep. He has bags under his eyes and his hair was messy and he’s looking down at me in a way that makes me feel uneasy. “What are you doing here?” I ask quietly. 

“I heard you come up and then I heard you talking on the phone. Are you okay? It’s late.” He doesn’t give any indication that he heard what was being said but he was living next door, so he may have. I just nod my head and pull the door open a little more, inviting him inside. He doesn’t speak but accepts my offer by walking inside and I close the door behind him. “I don’t know what happened earlier, at the pool,” he starts, “but I’m sorry. He’s a jerk.” 

I nod my head again even though I’m not so sure I believe that anymore. “I’m fine.” 

Conrad spins around the room. His eyes search for any changes that I’ve made, which aren’t really any. I left everything the way that it was except for my small collection of books on the dresser and my clothes on my floor. “What are you reading right now?” He asks, nodding toward the stack. 

“Moby Dick,” I tell him. “Cliche, I know.”

“Just a little pretentious,” he teases and I actually laugh. “I’ve read it a few times myself,” he admits. He uses his finger to flip open the front cover and he traces the lines of the title page before finding my bookmark and opening it up. I’m a little over halfway through, but truth be told, I hadn’t paid attention to the last hundred words. It’s hard to really focus on anything these days. “Do you want to go on our boat tomorrow morning, maybe?” 

He’s still looking at the book and I watch his back move up and down as he breathes. He doesn’t turn around to look at me until I say, “yeah. I’d love to.” His mouth stretches across his face in a smile. 

“You won’t be too afraid?” His eyes narrow and I laugh, shaking my head. “Okay, good. I’ll knock around 5? Watch the sunset?” His words turn up in question and I tell him that’s perfect and he smiles wider and steps toward me. He leans down, his breath hitting my ear. “Get some sleep.” When he walks past me, his shoulders brush mine gently and I can’t stop myself from reaching down and catching his wrist before he gets too far away. His body spins around to face me and we crash together harder than I anticipated. It knocks the wind out of me but Conrad’s hands steady me. They grab my waist and hold me stable even when my entire body shivers as we make eye contact. “What?” 

I let out a shaky breath and I think about Josh. About how it felt the first time we kissed: exhilarating, powerful, real, and hot. Every atom of my body felt like it was on fire but right now I feel calm. Like a cloud that’s swimming through the sky slowly but too fast all at the same time. As I lean in now, I don’t feel a fire in my bones. They feel like jello. They feel like they’re floating. “Are you sure?” He asks me and I nod without thinking and instead of pulling away like I should have, I kiss him. I kiss him long and hard with my fingers in his hair and his pressed into my hips and when he pulls away again, to ask me one more time, I have to stop myself.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I’m so fucking sorry.” My shaky hands go to my lips as I stagger away from him. The look on his face is hard to decipher but it’s painful, nonetheless. “I don’t know why I did that. It wasn’t fair.” What I meant was it wasn’t fair to him because I still loved Josh. It wasn’t fair to me because I still loved Josh. It wasn’t fair to Belly because she still loved Conrad, didn’t she? The guilt is what pushed him away. 

“It’s okay,” he says. He’s trying to find an answer in my face that he won’t be able to find and he reaches for my hand. I let him grab it. “It’s okay. I’ll come to get you in the morning, alright?” He squeezes my hand and I nod and watch him leave. I stare at the back of the door until his bedroom door closes behind him.

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[molly-locke22]

Hot summer night ♡ Jeremiah fisher x Fem!reader

Hi! this is my first time writing a smut fic and a fic in general so please don't hate or anything I'm trying!

This fic is for my girlies feeling insecure about their bodies i will be generally referring to girls who have hourglass bodies but if you want me to write another one with different body types just lmk!

Warnings! : oral (fem receving) / Protecting sex / Handjob / making out / Virgin reader

Ever since the first time you set your eyes on Jeremiah fisher you knew he would be the one. At least you hoped but you thought he could never really like anybody like you, these thoughts controlled your brain everyday you'd stare at the other girls those hourglass bodies and those perfect boobs not to big but not to small. You'd always compare yourself to them but Jeremiah would compare them to you.

You'd look in your mirror there's a party at the Fishers house tonight what to wear.. You'd grab a dress from your closet it was in this gorgeous emerald green colour! Perfect and you'd throw on your doc martens and rush out to your car. Once you'd arrive at their address nervous to be in such a crowded environment before getting out of your car you'd quickly touch up any makeup in your car mirror. One deep breath and your outside of your car ready.. well not ready to go inside you'd open the door and right away smell the alcohol.

Belly sees you and sends you a wave and a sweet smile. She's so beautiful you'd think to yourself I've heard her and Conrad have something going on. How cute they've known each other for like ever. You'd wish you'd have something like that with somebody. And by somebody it was Jeremiah. You'd find yourself pouring some punch into a cup and standing on the balcony admiring the beauty of the ocean it just shimmers like those eyes.

Speaking of those eyes Jeremiah pops up next to you ''Hey y/n i haven't seen you at all tonight did you just arrive?'' You'd stare into his eyes zoned out ''hello? earth to y/n'' He'd say trying to get you attention ''Oh sorry! Just zoned out'' You'd say faking a little laugh he'd laugh wow his laugh is so amazing ''You seem off are you okay?" He'd say slowly. Shit what do you say ''Uhm.. i- Yeah i'm fine why?'' You'd say stuttering a bit. ''You just seem different this summer, Last summer you'd never be out of your swimsuit but i haven't seen you swim once.'' His words running threw your head ''I... uhm..'' You'd get a couple sounds out of your mouth but barley anything. ''You know Y/n.. You can tell me anything i won't judge you.'' A deep breath. ''Just this summer I've gained some weight and I've been feeling a bit insecure..'' You'd say under your breath.

''Why would you be insecure your so beautiful'' Jeremiah would say, he sounds truthful but you don't trust it ''You don't have to say that I'm not that pretty compared to the other girls here like Shayla and her friends..'' You'd blurt out ''What are you saying! You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. You're not like them your.. uh how do i say it sexy.'' He'd say truthfully. Sexy!?!?! You're sexy to Jeremiah fisher!!! OMG you're freaking out and before thinking you say "You think IM sexy?'' jeremiah takes a moment to respond you get nervous ''Well.. if you think that's offensive then sorry- but yes your hot'' omg your trying not to jump in the air like a kid. with a bit of thought you kiss him. you pull back and one look at you and he kisses you again. You let out a little moan as he bites your lip. He'd push your hair back and cuff your cheek with his hands, god this felt good. He'd pull back ''Follow me.''

You do as he says and he leads you.. TO HIS BEDROOM OMG!! Were you about to get railed by JEREMIAH FISHER! Right as the door closes and locks he picks you up your legs rapped around his torso and his hands on your ass. He kisses you he squeezes your ass and you moan a bit while your mouth opens a bit he slips his tongue into your mouth. He lays you on his bed and gets on top of you. His bed was so comfy! He takes his shirt off... omg his abs were so hot you put your hand on his rock hard abs ''Like what you see princess'' He'd say with a little smirk. You'd take your dress of leaving you in a lacey white bra ''Like what you see?''

You'd say ''Of course princess'' You like that little nickname. He'd start kissing you again leaving hickeys down your neck. You'd let out soft moans. As he sucked at your neck you'd tug at his golden hair. He'd leg out a whimper. Wow Jeremiah fisher likes his hair being pulled.. keep that in mind. "Jere..'' You'd say softly ''Mhmm?'' he'd keep kissing you ''I- uh.. Ive never done this before...''

He'd look up at you ''Your a virgin?'' he'd say. You'd nod ''wow who knew well.. I'll be gentle.'' He'd say then wink ''Wait..'' You'd say ''What is it princess?'' He'd say in such a.. sexy voice you could feel your panties getting wetter every time he talked ''Will... uh it.. h-hurt?'' you'd finally spit out ''Aw is princess scared?'' You'd look embarrassed.. Shit i think I'm not sexy anymore.

''Love.. It'll hurt at first but i swear after it'll feel so good. Have you ever masturbated?'' Well you have but only twice one time you'd just watched a movie and you were so touch deprived you needed a little pick me up. ''Uhm.. yes only a couple times though'' you'd say softly ''Well if it felt good i'll make you feel so much better sweetheart'' god he had a way of saying everything in such a seductive way ''ok..'' He'd continue kissing you and sucking at your skin you'd grow inpatient by the seccond ''I'll show you how gorgeous you are'' He'd say before pulling your lace panties off and throwing them to the side your first instinct was to push your legs together but he'd just push them away again gaining him access to your pussy. He'd leave kisses in your inner thighs before softly licking the outside of your cunt. You'd moan, he'd swirl his tongue around your clit. ''Ohh fuck jere'' You'd moan his name and grab his hair. He'd keep going eating your pussy like it was his last meal. Put push your hips up. ''Fuck jere I'm gonna cum'' he'd keep going waiting for you to realese. You'd cum on his tongue and he'd eat all of it up he was so hot. ''You taste amazing sweetheart.'' he'd say

''Jere please.. I'm ready'' you'd say ''Alright princess i'll give you want you want'' He'd say as he pulls his pants down his arouzel in full sight. God you didn't know if you could take that ''before we start lets get that bra off'' He'd say as he unclips your bra very quickly.. He's good at that. ''You ready princess?'' you'd nod ''Use your words.'' He'd say ''Im.. r-ready'' you'd say right after that he'd slide his cock into you like he was waiting for this moment all his life. You'd moan sharply ''Don't worry sweetheart it will feel good in just a moment'' He was right that pain turned into pleasure quickly ''Ohh fuck jere'' You'd moan loudly ''Keep it down sweetheart i love to hear you but do you want other people to?'' He was right- He'd pull out and flip you over onto all fours and he'd go inside you again you'd moan loudly and he'd hold your hair pushing you back and forth on his dick.. ''Fuck Y/n your pussy is so tight'' You didn't really know what that meant but took it as a good thing. You'd hear him whimper.. That really turned you on. ''Jere! fuckk'' You'd scream his name into his pillow. He'd go harder and you can hear him whimpering over the party music outside his bedroom. ''Lets cum at the same time princess'' You do exactly as he says and cum all over his dick ''Fuck that was so good jere..'' You'd say ''I told you it would be. Now lets get you cleaned up.''

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