#team jeremiah

[princesscrter]

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“you’re my person, resting bitch face and all.”

pairing: conrad fisher x grumpy!reader

tw: insecurities on grumpy’s part, conrad’s family being a little afraid of grumpy, sweet!conrad, conrad hyping up the fam and then being #disappointed and #letdown, domestic vibes!!! also, conrad calls grumpy ‘big bear’ bc they’re physically intimidating but so so sweet once you open them up🥹

you’re used to feeling like everyone can’t stand you. all your life, it’s been a whirlwind of “you should smile more, you look scary” or “you think you’re so cool, don’t you?” it’s a fact you’ve long since accepted, but there are times when it stings.

falling in love with conrad fisher certainly wasn’t what you expected. you met in biology class, where conrad utterly embarrassed himself when you were assigned as partners. you, in natural fashion, assumed he was afraid of you— just like most people. quite the opposite, to your surprise, because conrad thought you were the most beautiful creature he’s ever encountered. his breakup with belly still lingered in his mind, guilt wracking his whole being every time his mom called. conrad really didn’t think she’d make it through the remission, that susannah fisher would even be calling him a year later. prom was an utter failure, in his eyes, and conrad couldn’t stand it.

then, there’s you. two rows ahead, one seat left. you’re perfect. answering cold-calls with little effort, remaining expressionless when the professor confirmed the answer’s validity and applauding. the way you wrote in messy scrawls; barely comprehensible yet the kind of writing conrad wouldn’t mind tattooing across his chest. how your eyes would scan over a page in the textbook, like you didn’t even have to actually read it to understand. you’re everything belly is, and everything she isn’t.

comparison is cruel, conrad knows, yet he can’t help himself. this girl, almost cousin-like, was branded as his soulmate for years and years. his own mother, laurel, steven and jere… shit, even the cotton candy man on the boardwalk could see it. now? conrad fisher doesn’t know anything about isabel conklin anymore, or really anything at all. just you. irresistible, intelligent, grumpy you.

the relationship is a slow start— considering you don’t necessarily believe that the poster boy of northeastern culture is even remotely interested. however, conrad is nothing if not persistent. he’d lost that side of him for a while, but meeting you had it swinging back into full force like a pendulum. you asked him once why he chose you. out of all the students at brown, why pick the one person who seems to scare everyone off? “you are the easiest decision i’ve ever made. when i saw you… i just knew. i knew that i wanted it to be you.” conrad was so sickly-sweet that you wanted to hit something. cuteness aggression, you suppose.

once school ended, conrad immediately knew he wanted you to come along with him to cousins. he was privy to the ins and outs of your relationship with your parents— and who was he to deny you of the summer house’s magic? his radiant mother, a survivor in her own right and gentle with fragile things like you. laurel; steady and intelligent, the kind to be genuinely interested in your hobby of reading foreign texts. and, of course, he can’t forget jeremiah. his baby brother, the good-hearted son who can make anyone feel loved. conrad’s best friend, steven, who has no issue jumping into a heated debate about comics and moves on within minutes after. and… belly. agreeable, easily inspired and always appreciative.

hesitantly, you accept. it’s not like conrad would throw you to the wolves— you ask him to jump and he says, “how high?” conrad welcomes your acceptance with a hug that twirls you both around, then peppers kisses all of your face. “you are gonna have so much fun, big bear. i promise. if it sucks, then we’ll run away to new jersey. you just can’t break up with me because i’ll cry.” conrad says, his smile beaming in a way that makes you feel faint. god, he was so good at easing your mind. like conrad said, if it sucks, you can leave. it wouldn’t be so bad, right?

what’s that saying about hope? it breeds eternal misery? yeah, that’s what the trip to cousins was looking like so far. the drive was fine, conrad insisting that you remain player two while he drove all the way from brown to cousins. “baby, you’re gonna be exhausted.” you tried to reason with him, but each attempt was met with an offended glare. he’d pick up your hand and press a kiss to your knuckles, “i’m a selfish man, honey. i like seeing pretty things in the passenger seat.”

it’s not until you actually sit down for pleasantries over dinner that shit goes south. “so, what brings you up north for school? there have to be some great colleges around where you’re from, right? especially closer to your family.” susannah questioned— and you can tell that she’s genuinely curious. it still feels like a dig at you. as if there isn’t an acceptable enough explanation why you chose a school so far away. you shrug, “most of the schools where i’m from don’t have russian as an elective, and that’s one of the languages i’m currently studying.” that answer is what makes the conklin siblings and jere share a look. what kind of person makes an effort to learn various languages at the same time?

then, the question of how you and conrad came to be. you weren’t entirely surprised that it was belly who asked, considering that she dated conrad for a while. still, you could detect a certain grate in her voice that didn’t necessarily match the way she was holding jeremiah’s hand under the tablecloth. if belly broke up with conrad and then scurried over to his brother, why did it matter how you met? you can tell conrad noticed it too, as he quickly draped an arm around your shoulders.

“we met in bio class! project partners and i, um, completely embarrassed myself because i drew the anatomy of a cell wrong and y/n basically berated me.” conrad answers, practically beaming at the memory and you return his smile— just not so pearly and bright. considering everyone’s reactions, ‘berating’ probably wasn’t the best way to word it. sure, you might’ve teased him a little, but you didn’t mean it to be rude. you’re just… blunt! still, this feat did not absolve the issue, as steven kept forcing a laugh and laurel continued to share glances at susannah like ‘are you thinking what i’m thinking?’ jeremiah tried to steer the conversation away from the story, but it was too late. belly had this glint in her eyes, like she couldn’t believe you dared to treat conrad fisher any less than perfect.

and that’s what made you so confused! why did she even care? they weren’t dating anymore, and she was fucking his brother! besides, you didn’t break up with him at prom. you met him months after susannah miraculously survived, and you transferred in, for fuck’s sake. how was any of it fair?

after dinner, you made sure to thank susannah and lie about how you had the best time. you were so excited for the next few weeks, and blah, blah, blah… conrad makes the excuse of helping you ‘settle in’— and you know it’s code for him apologizing about the dinner that transpired. you’d already headed for the room you’d be sharing, while conrad searched for a water bottle you could use for the night. (you didn’t drink too much water, and conrad made it his personal mission to keep you hydrated.)

he’s about to enter the living room where his mother and laurel are, then he stands in the archway. “i just don’t know, laur. they seem… standoffish, like you can’t even look at them the wrong way without a flippant answer.” his mother spoke, her voice hushed as if she didn’t want anyone listening. conrad knew his mother was good, that’s all she’d ever been. but, like jere, she could be easily intimidated. surely, laurel would step in and ease her nerves, and remind his mother that you’re adjusting to this dynamic. laurel sighed, “i know, beck. belly wasn’t the most genuine she’s ever been, but it felt like every question asked was met with a ‘too cool for school’ attitude.”

conrad stops listening when he hears the voice of his mother say, ‘it was easier when it was him and belly.’ he can’t just stand there and listen to his mother and his second mother rip on you. conrad eases up the staircase with a swelling in his lungs, like he shouldn’t have even asked you to come with him. all conrad wanted was to share some of the magic and wonder cousins offered— the kind of love his mother could give to anyone. and he was wrong. so incredibly wrong. it wasn’t like conrad didn’t pick up on the dinner conversations; he could hear the passive-aggressive undertone whenever belly spoke to you, and the way his mother kept sharing side eyes with laur.

you’re laying in his bed, scrolling through a reddit thread of a stephen king novel you’d found in a dingy thrift store. upon him entering, your eyes flicker over to conrad, your handsome man. reliable, intelligent, so kind. you’ve gotten used to everyone writing you off, but conrad doesn’t. he sees you, every scar and stare of you that he can’t stop memorizing. “you okay, lovely? you were downstairs for a bit. i thought you were right behind me.” you ask, somewhat concerned as conrad moves to stand in front of you. sitting up, you’re looking up at him while conrad starts to stroke at your shoulders.

“i’m really sorry, bear. i thought dinner would be fine, that we’d have a good time and it’d be great. they were just so… awful and i’ve never seen them like that before. jere and steven were fine, laur too, but belly and my mom? i don’t even know, baby.”

your heart breaks. you weren’t by any means as outgoing as jere, but you weren’t rude. forthright? 100%. but, not rude. not intentionally, at least. your face can’t help the way it rests, and that’s not your fault. surely, conrad lingered downstairs because there was another conversation about you. you could feel it in the way his blue eyes were glossing over, like he couldn’t believe he’d done something so horrid. with a sad smile, “it’s okay, connie. ‘s not your fault that i’m like this. definitely not the kinda person you wanna bring home to mama.”

conrad’s hands travel from your shoulders to your jaw, almost lifting your head up to place a stern kiss to your lips. conrad is definitely the more passionate one in the relationship, but this feels different. he’s molding you to him, using every bit of his strength to cradle your body to his in this awkward position. when conrad pulls away, he gazes into your eyes and runs his thumb over your temple. “i don’t care what they say. i’m with you, not belly or anyone else. you’re my person, resting bitch face and all. and if they can’t accept that, then… fuck ‘em. we’re the only people in my movie anyway.”

instantly, your heart seems to mend itself. it’s nice, so nice, to have conrad. you know he wasn’t always this golden boy, especially when he found out that susannah’s cancer was coming back. but, conrad fisher is kind. at his core, so instilled in him that you can’t ever reach it or steal it away. trying to hold back thankful tears, you kiss him again. then again, until you’re peppering kisses all over his face. “i love you, you know that, right? you’re really the only person who’s taken a chance on me.” you murmur, eyes glittering in a way that only true adoration can make.

laughing, conrad slips his shoes off and climbs into bed. he’s tugging you to his chest, with your cheek scrunching up into your eye. was he disappointed by his family? yes, 100%. how could they not see you for what you are? you’re so sweet like this— unafraid to speak vulnerably and really open up. it just takes a while to uncover it. he’s spent months chipping away at your many layers, and conrad fisher couldn’t be more content with what he found underneath.

“i love you, big bear. and i’ll make sure they know that.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, while you snuggle into his side and prop your phone up to scroll reddit again. conrad doesn’t know if he’ll ever get over this. just the two of you, tangled together and existing. like he told you, it’s just you and him anyway. who gives a fuck about anyone else?

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ac speaks!

hi! i hope you enjoy the first pairing of grumpy! i know in my og grumpy post, i mentioned grumpy with jere, and while i still believe that, jere pissed me off in the last episode so i’m minding my business for right now! but pls let me know what you think🥹

[thollandneedy]

Kitchen Counter- Jeremiah Fisher

A/N: I KNOW i'm not the only hoe for Jeremiah Fisher in glasses after THAT scene on the trailer of season 3, so...

Summary: Y/n wakes up for breakfast, but why not eat it later?

Warnings: Fem!masturbation (slightly); Swearing; Non-protected sex (don't be Jere); choking; praise and explicit description of sexual actions etc.

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The sound of pots clanging in the kitchen causes Y/n to grunt as she stretches her arms and legs, reaching toward the side of the double bed where she had spent the night. Her free arm touches the empty side of the bed, and then one of her eyes slowly opens, searching for the image of her boyfriend, Jeremiah Fisher.

Still hearing sounds coming from the kitchen, she calls out loudly:

“Honey?” The girl says, looking at the open door of the modern and clean-looking bedroom, waiting for a response.

“Yes?” He replies.

“What are you doing?” The girl asks, finally mustering the strength to get up, even though she still feels lazy and wants to lie back down on the bed and sleep for a few more hours.

“Breakfast,” he replies. “Do you want me to bring it to you in bed?”

“No,” she says loudly, her voice echoing off the walls of the bathroom, which was also located inside the bedroom, as she grabs her toothpaste and puts it on her toothbrush.

Jeremiah's attention is focused on the scrambled eggs and buttered toast. The blond raises the temperature of the stove, slowly placing a few strips of bacon he had miraculously found in his apartment's refrigerator next to the scrambled eggs. Hearing light, slow footsteps, the young man with bright blue eyes turns to see his girlfriend wearing his college shirt, her hair slightly messy. The girl grunts, making Jere smile sideways, opening his arms to welcome her with a hug.

“Good morning, Y/n,” he hugs her with one arm.

“Good morning,” she says, looking up and receiving a quick kiss on her mint-flavored lips. “Why did you wake up so early?”

“I have to take care of some things with my dad in an hour, and I don't want to be late.” Jeremiah turns back to the pan of eggs and bacon, flipping the strips with a spatula.

“Things...” Y/n sits on the white marble countertop, swinging her feet absentmindedly as she watches her boyfriend cook.

For some reason, seeing Jeremiah cook has always been something that attracted her. She didn't know if it was the idea of caring, or the fact that seeing him so focused on something made him more and more attractive. His back marked the white shirt he was wearing, and his muscles seemed to occupy most of the sleeve, allowing Y/n's imagination to disappear into a sexy dream for a second.

“Uh-huh,” Y/n agreed without hearing a word he was saying, now focusing on his perky butt that made a slight curve in the navy blue pants he was wearing.

“Eyes up here, babe.” Jeremiah caught the attention of the girl who was staring at his backside, smiling at the situation.

And that's when she finally noticed them, the glasses

Slightly rounded, thin frames in a silver color that perfectly matched her sun-kissed skin

“I thought you only wore glasses to study,” Y/n points out, as her boyfriend walks toward her after washing his hands in the sink next to the stove, which he quickly turns off.

“I think my eyes are actually getting used to them.” Jeremiah stands in front of his girlfriend, making her open her legs and wrap them around his waist. “Why the surprise, babe?” The tanned blond asks in a provocative tone, bringing his body even closer to Y/n. “Do you like them?”

Y/n would not like to admit it face to face with her biggest fetish, but if she lets it slip, she will never be able to say what she really feels again. The girl opens her mouth to speak, but quickly closes it, lowering her eyes to her lap, which is occupied by her tall boyfriend.

“Maybe.” Her eyes met Jeremiah's, almost as if she were lost and afraid to tell the truth.

Y/n and Jeremiah had always had a good relationship, and sex was never a difficult subject to talk about, but still, in a mysterious way, he had an effect on her. An effect she couldn't put into words, but it always made her feel uncomfortable when she was in his presence. Maybe it was his mesmerizing, deep eyes, or even his body, which she imagined at night in her rawest fantasies, or the fact that his attitude always showed control of the situation, making her feel intimidated. Either way, all the courage she tried to build up in her body went down the drain when Jeremiah got close to her.

“Hm?” Jeremiah stares at her, tilting his head slightly to the side with a satisfied smile. “That's right.” One of his hands reaches for a strand of Y/n's hair, which he tucks behind her ear.

Her heart was already pounding, and her breathing changed rhythm with just a brief touch from him.

“Uh-huh.” Y/n can't even form a decent sentence.

“And how do they make you feel?” One of the young man's hands finds his girlfriend's bare thighs, causing a shiver. “Do they... they make you feel warmer?”

Jeremiah watches his girlfriend lose herself in her own thoughts, touching her on purpose since he knew he had power over her. The girl shakes her head, laughing to herself as she realizes how silly she was starting to get, also making her wavy-haired boyfriend smile gently at her without showing his teeth.

“You know they do.” Y/n plucks up the courage to retort, feeling her wet core begin to burn with desire more and more.

“Of course I know, doll.” Jeremiah slides his hand a little higher, lifting the hem of his girlfriend's pink pajama shorts. “But I like to hear you say it,” he says in her ear, brushing Y/n's hair aside and kissing her shoulder.

Y/n's innocent eyes just followed Jeremiah's actions, unable to move her body before she lost control of herself. Her eyes close for a brief moment, and then she feels a wet kiss on her neck. A mark. Not just a demonstration of love, but a precise mark that she was his at that moment. The woman placed one of her hands on top of the blond's hand, guiding him to slide his hand to the inside of her thigh.

“So it's here? Is this where you feel warm?” The warm voice passed once again over her neck, descending to her spine like a spell.

“Jere,” Y/n moans, turning her eyes back to his through the lenses.

“Yes?” he says, sliding his hand completely to Y/n's sensitive spot.

“Please,” she asks with her eyes.

“I'll do whatever you want, my princess. Just tell me what you want from me and I'll give it to you.” Jeremiah presses the palm of his hand against the middle of his girlfriend's legs, who can no longer find control within herself.

She grabs the collar of his white shirt tightly, pulling him close in a hot and hurried kiss. Her two hands meet, embracing his neck as if he might run away. Their tongues meet in an urgent and dedicated movement, where wet sounds can be heard. Jeremiah's free hand, which was resting on Y/n's side, moves up to her neck, squeezing it lightly. The girl grunts in pleasure, grabbing Jeremiah's other wrist and pulling it into her shorts. In one quick move, the young man's middle finger slowly penetrates her, causing a muffled moan against his mouth. Her waist is brought closer to the end of the counter, giving Jere's fingers room to work. The girl releases his wrist, placing both hands at her sides, supporting herself as Jeremiah slides his hand from her neck to her back, holding her.

“Shit,” Y/n curses, throwing her head back as she feels her boyfriend's fingers go deeper, curving them in search of her G-spot, which is easily found.

Even though he wasn't taking biology classes like his brother, he knew the human body all too well.

“Fuck, Y/n.” He curses, looking at her penetrated lap and her begging face. “Can I take it off?” He glances briefly at the shorts, then back at his girlfriend.

“Take it all off. Everything.” The girl no longer has any shame in her voice, receiving a naughty smile from the blond in front of her, who removes his finger from inside her intimacy, quickly taking off his shorts and throwing them on the floor.

Y/n feels Jeremiah's warm hands touching the hem of her boyfriend's shirt, which she had worn to sleep, receiving the cold air on her bare breasts. The man moves a few inches away, looking at his girlfriend's body like a masterpiece, as if every part of her were a work of art. He denies himself, lost in Y/n's curves, returning to her body with a passionate kiss, his hands resting on the woman's bare waist as she pulls him toward her forcefully, wrapping her legs around him once more.

Y/n blindly searches for the hem of his white shirt, in order to remove it. Jeremiah pulls away from the kiss, putting his hand on his glasses so he can take them off, but is stopped by his girlfriend, who touches his wrist gently.

“I want them on,” she says in a commanding tone.

Jeremiah frowns, intrigued by the idea.

“Really?”

“Really,” she confirms, removing his shirt, while the glasses return to the bridge of Jeremiah's nose.

Without her having to make any effort, the blond, still connected to Y/n's soft lips, finds the elastic of his pajama pants and pulls them down along with his underwear, without worrying about the cold in the kitchen, which was connected to the apartment's dining room. Jeremiah's cock pressed against his girlfriend's intimacy, allowing her to feel the pulsations every moment his body desired her more. His hands held the girl's face, which melted with every touch, grinding against him.

“Y/n...” He says, knowing what she was trying to do.

“Just...” Y/n asks against Jere's lips, lowering her hand to touch his exposed ass in a silent caress, making their intimacies completely stuck together. “Fuck me.”

Jeremiah's head falls against Y/n's shoulder, smiling to himself with satisfaction as he hears these words coming out of his girlfriend's mouth like sweet liquor that sets his body on fire.

“Damn,” he says with a muffled sound, kissing her shoulder again. “You don't want me to…” He hints, but receives a silent no.

“Later we can occupy our mouths with other things,” Y/n says quickly, searching once again for her boyfriend's lips, which are now inches away from hers. “I just want yours in mine, and you in me.”

“You're going to be the death of me, you know that, don't you?” Jeremiah slides one of his hands to the base of his penis, positioning it at the entrance of Y/n's pussy, using his own hand to pump it.

The blond rubs his wet head against Y/n's entrance, making her waist beg for more. Holding the girl's back, his member slides into her, in a loud moan that they both let out as they feel complete. Y/n's stiff breasts rub against Jeremiah's tanned chest, who pulls her closer, seeking to maintain a rhythm that Y/n can also keep up with. The hand that was holding the girl's back slides to the inside of her thigh, seeking to stimulate her with his fingers.

The girl moans once more, supporting her body with one arm while the other reaches for her boyfriend's back, who penetrates her hard with the sound of skin slapping. Jeremiah's moans seem to beg, as if none of it is enough, seeking even more depth as he increases his movements. In a mixture of passion and shame, Jere's eyes meet his girlfriend's, fighting not to close them so they can watch them roll back in pleasure every time he changes the speed of his thrusts and his nimble fingers against her clitoris.

“Holy fuck” Jeremiah curses, closing his eyes. “I love feeling you around me. Always so ready for me, aren't you?” He asks, receiving an affirmative moan.

“Yes.” The girl allows her voice to increase in volume.

“I've imagined this so many times. It's not the first time I've wanted to fuck you on the counter,” he reveals, removing his fingers from Y/n's clitoris and bringing them to her exposed breasts in a strong caress. “Fuck.” Y/n moans louder, feeling filled with no room left to be empty, being hit at a precise point that created a warm feeling inside her.

“You're so beautiful, love.” Jeremiah places his two hands on either side of Y/n's body, holding the countertop tightly. “You… you make me want to take you like this every day.”

The thrusts are stronger, and sweat begins to form on both their bodies, as Y/n embraces her boyfriend's body with her hands and torso, allowing him to find the deepest place he could be. Her legs tremble, and her hands, which hold the countertops, also begin to tremble when she feels she is about to reach her peak. Y/n holds onto his wavy blond hair, moaning in his ear without worrying about the neighbors. All she wanted was him, and every part of her body, even if it meant that her shame would have to go away, as well as her modesty.

“Jere,” Y/n feels the air leave her lungs as she says it. “I-”

“I know, princess. Me too. Do it. I'm here.” He asks, now holding the back of Y/n's head, who finally digs her nails into his back, letting out a sincere moan as her walls squeeze his penis as she reaches orgasm. He collapses with his legs shaking and his body squeezing, while his hot jet collapses into her groove. His moan is sweet, strong, and desperate, as if all the stress that had been building up in his body had been extinguished.

The girl lets out a low squeal once more before her body becomes completely relaxed after orgasm. Jeremiah breathes deeply and quickly, still disoriented by the post-sex fog, but he brings one of his hands to his girlfriend's reddened face, looking at her with concern to see if she is okay. The girl smiles like a white flag, relaxing her head on his sweaty, spotted chest as he strokes her hair.

“I don't think I'll ever get used to this.” He kisses the top of her head.

“What?” the girl asks, looking up at him, still connected by their genitals.

“Having you. It's everything I've ever wanted, and having you with me is almost like a dream. I can't imagine a scenario where I could be happier.” He admits, slowly pulling out of his girlfriend and hugging her gently.

“The only thing better than this would be if we were in a bed. My butt hurts too much. It's too hard here.” Y/n comments, eliciting a loud laugh from Jeremiah, who looks at her with a sweet smile.

“The only thing better than this would be if we were married, but that's nothing I can't fix in a little while.” He kisses the tip of Y/n's nose, who blushes. “I'll get a towel to clean you up.”

“You better hurry before you're late with your dad.” She watches the image of her naked boyfriend walking toward the hallway that led to the bedroom.

“SHIT! I'm going to be fucking late.” Jeremiah quickens his pace as he remembers his appointment with his father, eliciting a silly laugh from Y/n.

And despite everything, the only certainty she had in her life was that she didn't want to spend her life away from him either.

[blackmarketfruitrollups]

Thoughts (Conrad Fisher x Reader)

A/N So this is set in S3 so I guess there could be some spoilers, but it wouldn't be bad.

Growing up it had always been the three of them, Taylor, Belly and Y/N. That's just the way it was, and it continued like that even through college.

Sure it might've been a little difficult at first, having two best friends that were just naturally social butterflies, it felt kinda isolating with Taylor joining a sorority and Belly having her volleyball friends almost instantly. That being said, they always made time for the three of them, and soon Y/N was able to introduce them to her new group as well.

She'd joined an art club, finding like minded individuals to spend time with, people who appreciated her interests and also took part in them. That's not to say her friends were dismissive of her interests in any way, they just didn't quite get it. Not the way the art club did.

Not the way Susannah had.

When Y/N was little, Belly had begged her mom to let her bring her to Cousins, and Laurel didn't have any issue with it as long as the Fisher family didn't mind. When it had been brought up Adam had rolled his eyes dismissively, the boys had been indifferent, but Susannah was over the moon. Another little girl for her to dote on, someone else she could love as her own (while also giving Belly another girl to play with). Absolutely she could come.

That was the start of it, almost every summer the Conklin family plus Y/N (who Laurel claims is basically a Conklin at this point) would head off to Cousins. And, inevitably, being there she got closer to not only Belly and her brother, but also the Fisher boys.

She and Jeremiah had always had an odd friendship, they liked each other well enough, but more often than not there would be a butting of heads. Jeremiah would do something unsafe, Y/N wouldn't go along with it. He'd disrespect Belly, she was the first one to put him in his place. They were never the closest for obvious reasons, but they cared about each other.

Conrad was different though.

Conrad had been closed off at first, hard to read and even harder to really become friends with, but he saw the soft spot his mom had for Y/N. He saw the way her face lit up when Susannah would include her in whatever art project she'd picked for the week. And slowly, for his mom's sake of course, he started trying to include her and Belly in more things.

And yeah, he definitely heard about it from Steven and Jeremiah, but that never stopped him.

And once Susannah had passed, he was the one that was isolated, and Y/N was the one that included him. She was the one that invited him to go out with the rest of them to the pier when their aunt wanted to sell the house. She was the one that encouraged him to try and connect with his cousin while they were visiting.

She was the one that celebrated with him when he got into medical school, and the person that comforted him while he grieved not being able to tell his mom about it.

She was the one that had grown to love him, but she bit her tongue because he was going to go do great things in California, and Y/N would rather die than get in the way of that.

So when Belly told her and Taylor that she and Jeremiah were engaged, in the middle of the storm of emotions both she and her friend were feeling, she had a small, hopeful voice in the back of her head whispering that maybe she'd get to see Conrad again.

In the four years she'd been in college they'd kept in touch, but communication would dwindle from time to time with how busy they both were. It would also die out when one of them was talking to someone romantically. She stopped texting as much when he'd mentioned a Jessica, or maybe her name had been Julie. And he reached out less when she'd mentioned seeing a dude named Gage a few times.

But all of that was in the past, and now here she was with Taylor, Belly and Anika, doing shots for Belly's bachelorette.

"Here girl," Taylor said, passing her the tequila shot. "Drink up!"

"Oh, no thank you." Y/N chuckled, trying to hand the shot to Anika. "I'm DD tonight, babe."

"Oh come on!" Belly whined. "It's my bachelorette, and we're walking back to the house anyway. Please!"

"Yeah c'mon, don't be a lame ass." Taylor teased, taking the shot back from Anika and passing it to Y/N.

She smiled and rolled her eyes, "Well, fine." She sighed. "I guess Belly only gets married once."

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So maybe they were a little tipsy now, and maybe those gummies were kicking in a little bit, but the important thing was that Belly was feeling good and enjoying herself.

Now they were on the street outside some shop, where she and a very loose Belly waited for Taylor and Anika to finish getting snacks from inside.

"-I just love him so much, you know?" Belly rambled.

Y/N nodded along, holding her friend's hand. "Well I would hope so, you're marrying the guy."

"And I just love you and Taylor so much for setting all of this up for me." Belly continued, "Taylor with the bridal shower, and you with this," she gestured around. "I couldn't ask for better best friends, and we've known each other like, forever-"

She threw her arms around Y/N, the more sober of the two, and they almost toppled over from the force of the hug.

"Aww, thank you baby." Y/N hummed, gently pushing Belly back so she could fix her hair.

"I just wanna thank you, for all that you've done with tonight-"

"You said that already." Y/N giggled.

"-being so much fun and, you know, you got my mom on board!"

Y/N paused, pulling back a little more to look at the other girl. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"You convinced her to come to the shower, didn't you?"

She paused, glancing down the street before looking back at Belly. "No, that wasn't me. I mean, I tried! I tried for sure but your mom was pretty stubborn-"

The door to the snack shop rang, opening before both Anika and Taylor's heads popped out.

"Hey, um, does anybody have cash?"

"Yeah for sure." Y/N pulled her purse open and dug through her wallet, passing them the bills.

"Ooh I wanna grab something!" Belly stumbled toward the door and went up the stairs. "I'll be right back!'

"Alright." Y/N smiled, turning to look out at the street.

She'd been overjoyed when Laurel had showed up with her lemon bars at the shower, but she'd just assumed that Belly had finally gotten through to her mother.

Now it seems that wasn't the case, and maybe it was everything in her system, but now she had to figure out what, or who had been able to change Laurel's mind.

She turned to look at her friends through the shop window.

Well it wasn't Taylor, otherwise she would've told her as soon as it had happened, and it wasn't Anika because she was just as surprised at the shower as everybody else.

Who could it be?

Definitely not Jeremiah.

Probably not Steven, seeing as he was too scared to even tell his mom about being co- best man.

Adam wouldn't care one way or another if Belly's mom was present when they got married.

So that left-

Right then, from around the corner of the block, came him. Conrad.

The only other person she could think of that could successfully change Laurel's mind.

The sweet boy that cared more about others than himself, the same boy that fought for Jeremiah and Belly to get married even if he wasn't sure they were ready. The same sweet boy that hid his mother having cancer so that she could tell everyone when she was ready, that carried that burden all by himself so as not to ruin anyone else's summer. Who didn't tell his mom that he knew, so she wouldn't have to worry about him.

And now he'd secretly gone out on a limb to make his brother's wedding day even better, getting Belly's mom to be there for her. He was always thinking of others.

And she was always thinking of him.

[isaacsdevil4108]

The Summer I Turned Pretty (2022-2025)

"My boyfriend. My Jeremiah. More and more, I understand. This is the way it's supposed to be. He's the one. My o n e."

[jellycentral]

Belly & Jeremiah - The Summer I Turned Pretty - Season 2 If you're lucky enough to get another chance, you'll do everything you can not to fuck it up again.

[bnbgmar]

last christmas ❄︎ pt.2

conrad x fem!reader

warnings: nothing but a little angst

a/n: didn’t proofread this i’m tired lol

pt.1 pt.3

The drive to Cousins was peaceful and steady. No traffic, sunny with a breeze. You made it there in record time.

Driving past the ‘Cousins Beach’ sign, you look out at the water. You rolled the windows down, taking in the smells of the ocean air. It was perfect.

Everything was just how you left it. Arriving in Cousins felt like taking a step back into your youth. It felt like you could’ve put your hair in braided pigtails with denim overalls and ride your bike, clad with training wheels forever. Everything felt right in the world again.

You pulled into the driveway, Belly already standing on the porch awaiting your arrival. The hydrangeas were in full bloom, blue and white.

You lock eyes with Belly as you step out of the car. She immediately runs to you, wrapping you up in her arms.

“You made it!” She exclaims, rocking you back and forth.

You pulled away from the hug, admiring the girl who stood in front of you. Her hair was longer and darker than you remember and she had a little makeup on that made her look so grown up. She stood there in her red, floral one piece that she left here every summer, with denim shorts. She was beautiful.

“Couldn’t let you do this alone.” You say, grabbing ahold of her hands. She smiles.

When you had called Belly a few days ago, she explained to you how Laurel wanted no part in the wedding. She didn’t even help Belly pick out a dress. Belly did it all alone with the help of Taylor and Lucinda.

“Let’s get your stuff!” Belly says, walking to the trunk of your car. You follow her, grabbing your suitcase as she grabs all of your smaller bags.

You and Belly walked into the house side by side, sharing laughs and jokes. She helped you take your stuff upstairs to the room you had always shared with her.

Placing your suitcase in the corner of the room, you motion to the swimsuit on her body and ask, “You going swimming?”

She nods, setting your bags upon the bed.

“I’ll meet you down there. Let me freshen up!” You exclaim and Belly claps her hands in excitement, leaving the room.

You were digging through your bag, searching for your swimsuit when the sound of nails being hammered through the roof sounded above you. You were confused and furrowed your eyebrows ever so slightly.

Who else was here?

You shrug and start putting your swimsuit on before you head downstairs to meet Belly by the pool.

Walking through the house, all the memories flood back. Every single summer you ever spent here was buried inside these walls and Susannah’s presence lingering in every decoration in the house.

You look out the back door and see Belly looking up, talking to someone.

Maybe someone was just here working on the house?

You walk outside, towel slung over your shoulder, “Feels so good to be back.” You exclaim to Belly.

Bellys hums in agreement, looking between you and whoever was on the roof.

So you look up.

And there he stood before you.

Conrad.

He looked good. Like, really good. He stood there hammer in his hand, his vintage Levi’s clinging to his waist, no shirt, a nail tucked behind his ear.

What was he doing here? He should be in California.

He waves at you, snapping you out of your trance. You wave back but you couldn’t shake the feeling he gave you.

You look to Belly, “You didn’t tell me he was here.” You whisper, harshly.

“Sorry.” She mouths.

“I need a minute. I’m sorry.” You say, excusing yourself back into the house.

Belly’s expression softens and she looks at Conrad, “I should go after her.” She began walking to the door.

“No, no, I’ll take care of it.” Conrad says, setting his hammer down and crawling through the window, into the house.

Your heart was beating past and your head felt hazy. You shut the door behind you, entering the nearest bathroom, resting your back on the door.

You buried your face into your hands, scratching at your hairline.

Then you heard footsteps approaching.

“Y/N?” Conrad calls from the other side of the door, jiggling the door handle.

You nervously chewed at the inside of your cheek, “What?” You spat.

“Please just let me in.” He sighs, resting his palm upon the door.

You squeeze your eyes shut, a million thoughts running through your brain. You turn around and unlock the door.

The door opens and there he was, standing there. Still no shirt. You couldn’t keep your eyes away. He was practically glowing.

“Hi.” You mumble, taking a step back, allowing him room to walk inside.

Conrad steps forward, now rested against the doorframe, “Hi.” He cracks a small smile.

“I didn’t know you were here.” You say, fiddling with your rings.

Conrad caught wind of you fiddling with your rings and chuckles to himself. You always did that when your anxiety was at an all time high. Ever since you were a kid. He saw the ring Susannah gave you before she passed and his heart swelled. It was a thin gold band with a pearl in the center.

“Just doing stuff for the wedding. I’d assume that’s why you’re here too.” He suggests and you nod.

You two sat in silence for what felt like hours. You weren’t sure if you liked it or if you’d never felt more uncomfortable. It wasn’t easy seeing Conrad. He was the first boy you ever loved but the first boy to break your heart. And you felt selfish. Susannah was dying and you kept trying to be something to Conrad that he didn’t need or even want in that period of time. But you loved him and you promised Susannah you’d take care of him. You owed her that.

“This doesn’t have to be weird.” He motions between the two of you.

You shake your head, “It’s not,” you pause, really looking at him, “I’m just here for Belly.

“Me too.” He says, shrugging.

“Great.”

“Great!”

You push past him and go back outside to Belly.

“I’m sorry. I forgot-” She starts and you cut her off.

“Seriously, Belly, it’s fine. This weekends about you, okay?” You reassure the girl that stood in front of you.

She nods and smiles before diving into the pool. And you followed behind her.

This was going to be a long weekend.

[rana030]

I don’t care who belly ends up picking can you imagine how wild the family lore is going to be? Like, imagine her future kids finding out about her and their uncle 💀