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Nothing Like Greys Anatomy (Jeremiah x Conklin Reader)
TW: Hospitals, surgery
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You hated being sick. That’s probably why you chose to ignore the loss of appetite, vomiting, and fever. The stomach pain was a little more severe than normal, but you had just started working out with Jeremiah, so you figured it was a combination of sore muscles and vomiting. You decided to pop a few ibuprofens and spend the day in bed with a book. It wasn’t long before Jeremiah knocked gently on your door. “Love, are you awake?”
“Yes Jere, you can come in.”
“Why is it that my beautiful girlfriend is hiding away from the world?” he asked, being dramatic.
“I’m not feeling the best.”
“Awe, babe,” he frowned. He took in your appearance, you looked flushed. “What’s wrong? Just feeling sicky?” he asked, placing a hand on your forehead, “You definitely feel warm.”
“My stomach hurts, I’m nauseous, I kept throwing up last night, and I’m pretty sure I have a fever cause I keep getting chills.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up? I could’ve taken care of you,” he asked with pouty eyes.
“Because I’m fine Jere, I took medicine about an hour ago, I’m just waiting for it to kick in.”
“Can I get you anything? Do you want to spend the day cuddling and watching movies?”
“That sounds nice, Jere.”
You went to stand up but the dull ache on the right side of your stomach suddenly felt like it exploded. Your vision was taken over with a blinding whiteness, you cried out in pain. You would have fallen to the floor if Jeremiah wasn’t there to catch you.
“Y/n? Talk to me. What’s wrong? What happened?” He asked frantically, but you were too busy crying out in pain to respond. He shifted his weight and hoisted you into his arms bridal style. Quickly carrying you downstairs, he was met by his mom who came hurrying round the corner.
“What happened? Is she okay?”
“I don’t know, she said she wasn’t feeling well and then when she went to stand up she almost fell over.”
“Get her in the car. I’ll call her mom.”
He carried you outside and got you situated in the backseat with your head on his lap.
“You’re okay, I’ve got you, everything is going to be okay,” he promised repeatedly.
After a few minutes the pain seemed to subside. Your breathing returned to normal.
“You okay princess?” Jeremiah asked.
“It hurts Jere.”
“What hurts?”
You held your right abdomen, “Here.”
“Sounds like appendicitis” Susannah chimed in.
You groaned.
When you got to the hospital Jeremiah ran in and grabbed you a wheelchair. When they were checking your vitals they were concerned that your heart rate was elevated and that you had a 102.4 fever. This apparently was on the edge to where they could not tell whether you appendix had burst or not. They took you straight back to a room. The Doctor came in and examined you, explaining that you definitely had appendicitis. They needed to get a CT to determine if it could be treated with antibiotics, if it needed to be surgically removed, or if it had ruptured. To say you were scared was an understatement. You’d never liked hospitals and being the patient was 10 times worse.
Jeremiah was by your side the whole time. He helped you change into your gown. He held your hand as a nurse put in an IV. He even convinced the nurse to let him go down to CT with you. They made him stand in the protected room and watch while they got you all situated. He could see that you were freaking out, so he took a chance and flipped on the mic.
“Y/n you’re doing great. Just close your eyes and pretend you are floating in the pool. The space donut is going to take its pictures and I’ll be here the whole time. I promise.”
You calmed down and the radiologist thanked his and got started.
A few minutes later, you were headed back to your room. Everyone was crammed in there. Jeremiah had to sit on the end of the bed, careful to avoid your wires.
“Wow, full house in here,” the Doctor said as he walked back in, “Unfortunately, it does look like we are going to have to remove your appendix. We will do laparoscopic surgery. You should be able to go home today or tomorrow. You’ll have pain meds and antibiotics to take. Take it easy for the next two weeks and then you should be good as new. Of course you’ll need to follow-up with a primary care doctor,” he explained.
Jeremiah squeezed your hand, a silent signal that you were okay.
Your mom followed the doctor out into the hall, no doubt bombarding him with questions.
It wasn’t long before they took you to pre-op. No family allowed. Everyone wished you luck and promised they’d be there when you got back. In the room alone you were starting to freak out about everything that could go wrong. After all you had watched Greys Anatomy, you were aware that even the simplest surgeries could have fatal complications. You were so in your head that you hadn’t heard the door open.
“How’s my beautiful girl?”
“Jeremiah? You’re not supposed to be here.”
“I used my charm on one of the nurses. We only have a few minutes.”
“I’m scared,” you admitted.
“It’s okay,” he promised, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“But what if it's not?”
“Then we will figure it out. Together. I promise.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too. I’m gonna sneak out, before I get caught,” he explained before kissing you.
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The next thing you remember was waking up.
“Hey there Sleeping Beauty.” Jeremiah said, standing up. “How are you feeling?”
“I feel great,” you answered, still loopy from the pain meds, “Has anyone ever told you you’re cute?”
Everyone laughed.
“Surgery went well, we should be going home today,” your mom informed you.
“You’re pretty, you know that?” you replied.
Again everyone laughed.
You well asleep again, the next time you woke up you were much more alert and oriented. This time only your mother and Jeremiah were in the room. The others had all been sent home by your mom. She would have tried to get Jeremiah to go with them, but she knew better.
"Hi there," you smiled.
"Hi there," Jeremiah answered.
"How'd it go?" you asked.
"They said once your up and walking that we can head home."
"That's good," you paused, "Did you come visit me right before or was that a dream?"
"That was real," he smiled.
"So when they say I need to be up and walking, what are we talking? Cause I'd walk a marathon to get out of this gown and back into my clothes," you joke.
Jeremiah and your mom help you to stand and you start to walk a bit. It definitely felt weird. Your mom got one of the nurses and soon enough the Doctor came back in with discharge instructions. Jere took great pleasure in wheeling you out to the car.
When you got home the whole gang had a movie night. Though you fell asleep not even a quarter of the way through the first movie. Jeremiah just held you in his arms, happy to have you home.
Love Can Hurt (Jeremiah x Conklin Reader)
A/N: There are season 1/2 spoilers. For more of my writing, check out my Masterlist here.
It was rare that you came to see Susannah on your own, usually you were with your mom. You came to visit more often than Steven or Belly, both because you wanted to see Susannah and because you wanted to check in on Jeremiah. Last summer had put him in a weird spot with Conrad and Belly, so you made a point to be there for him. At least that’s what you told yourself. The truth is you have always gone out of your way for Jeremiah. So of course, you came when he asked if you could stay with his mom during homecoming, even if the phone call broke your heart.
“Hey Y/n/n, how are you doing?”
“I’m alright Jere, is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just have a question for you.”
“Of course.”
“Homecoming is this Saturday-” you could not believe what you were hearing, Jeremiah Fisher - the boy you’ve dreamed about being with was actually, “I was planning to go with Blake, but I don’t want to leave my mom home alone. We might get a hotel room. I was hoping you could come stay the weekend. She always loves seeing you.”
Your breath caught in your throat. You had to take a second before answering so your voice wouldn’t give you away. “Of course Jere, you deserve a night to be a normal teenager without the weight of the world on your shoulders. I’ll come up Friday after school.”
“Oh my god, you’re the best. I’ll totally owe you one.”
“It’s no problem Jere, I’ll see you Friday.” You hurriedly end the call, pulling your knees to your chest. Losing the fight to keep your tears at bay. Sometimes you wished you could stop loving him.
You walked in the door with groceries and set them on the counter. Every time you visited, you would restock the cabinets and fridge. It used to be Susannah who would make sure everyone’s favorites were in the house. It was a small thing, but you felt like it was the least you could do. You went to check in on her, but she was sleeping so you decided to let her rest. You peek in Jeremiah’s room, straightening it up a bit and making his bed. He would be home soon, so you started to make him his favorite dinner.
You don’t know exactly when it happened, that you fell for him. Jeremiah always cared so much about the people around him, he was the most charismatic person you had ever met. He had this energy about him that illuminated any room he was in. Since he found out about his mom, that sparkle dimmed ever so slightly. No one seemed to really notice the toll that all of this was taking on him, except you. You could see through the fake smiles, to the sadness, stress, and fear. You tried to be there for him as much as he would let you. You comforted him through the pain Belly caused, took as much off his shoulders as you could, but you wished there was more you could do.
You were so deep in your thoughts, you hadn’t even heard him come in. “Y/n?” he called out.
“In the kitchen Jere.”
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his head in the crook of your neck. “That smells delicious, I’m gonna head up and take a shower, check on mom, okay?”
“Yeah, sure.”
The two of you ate together, catching up. He told you about being nominated homecoming king, which didn’t surprise you at all. With some convincing you got Jere to let you take care of the receipts for the insurance companies while you were there. It was one more thing to take off his plate. When you were both done eating, you took care of the leftovers and did the dishes while he went off to play video games.
The next day you spent most of your time with Susannah, who was having one of her better days. She was so excited to see Jeremiah going to Homecoming. You were doing fine with it all until his date arrived.
“Y/n, can you do me a favor and go take pictures of Jere and Blake. I don’t want to scare them away,” she smiled.
“Of course.”
You took her phone downstairs. Seeing him all dressed up, smiling, laughing, and excited brought mixed emotions. Of course you wanted him to be happy, but watching him with Blake reminded you of having to watch him with Belly this summer. There was a part of you that wished it was you.
You took the photos, wished them both fun, and went back upstairs to watch movies with Susannah. Right away, she could tell something was off. Of course she could, sometimes you wondered if she knew you better than your own mother.
“What’s on that brilliant mind of yours?” she asked, pausing the movie.
“It’s nothing important,” you reply.
“Of course it's important, because you are important.”
You didn’t know what to say, because you didn’t really know how to describe the way you were feeling without sounding pathetic.
“This wouldn’t have something to do with Jeremiah, would it?” she asked knowingly. At the mention of his name, your strategic walls came crashing down, tears escaped your eyes. “Oh honey come here,” she said, opening her arms for a hug.
“It hurt to watch him fall for Belly and watch her toss him aside for Conrad and then it hurt tonight to see him so happy with someone else. And he’s my best friend so I get a front row ticket to watch all of it, I hear about every hookup, and I see everything that he tries to hide from everyone…”
“Oh sweetie.” She had always believed that you and Jeremiah were destined for each other the same way that Belly was destined for Conrad. It took her by surprise when Jeremiah admitted feelings for Belly, somehow, she’d missed how much it had affected you.
“Love can hurt sometimes, but that’s because it's real.”
First Kiss (Jeremiah x Reader)
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You could not believe that you guys were all playing truth or dare. It felt a little middle school level to you, but you wouldn’t complain. This was the best day that the group had had in a long time and with everything that was going on with the house, it was refreshing.
“Y/n, truth or dare?” Taylor asked.
“Truth,” you answered knowing that with Taylor, it was probably the safer choice.
“Hmm, who was your first kiss?”
“I -uh- I actually haven’t had my first kiss yet,” you answered. It wasn’t something that you were ashamed of. You were not the kind of girl that needed to kiss a bunch of guys before settling down. As far as you were concerned, there was only one ocean eyed, curly haired boy that you wanted to kiss and you were willing to wait.
“Really?” Belly asked, clearly surprised.
“Yeah, well the right opportunity hasn’t presented itself.”
The rounds moved on, everyone was laughing, having a good time. And then you were up again, this time Conrad was the one who asked, “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” you decided.
“I dare you to kiss Jeremiah.”
Conrad probably thought that he was helping you, since you had earlier told him you had a crush on Jeremiah. Well, crush wasn’t quite the right word. You were pretty sure that your heart beat for Jeremiah Fisher. You honestly can’t remember a time when you didn’t have feelings for him.
“Come on Y/n!” Taylor whooped.
You glanced up at him, cheeks no doubt cherry red. He smiled back at you. Of course he would be down for this, he was no stranger to kissing people. It wouldn’t mean anything to him, and that would devastated you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to kiss Jeremiah, you had wanted to more than anything, just not like this. Besides, you weren’t sure if he was over Belly or not, last summer was messy.
“What are you waiting for?” Steven asked.
Seeing you hesitate, Conrad apologized, “That was stupid, I can come up with something better-”
“I actually think I’m done playing,” you decide, “You guys can keep going, I’m going to take a walk.” You missed the hurt look that crossed Jeremiah’s face.
You walked away from the group, but before you got very far a familiar voice stopped you in you tracks, “Do you think I have bad breath or something?” Jeremiah joked.
“Jere, I didn’t mean to offend you,” you said, “I’m sure you’re a great kisser.”
“Oh I am, I have references.” He smiled, stepping closer and taking your arms in his. He searched your eyes and you felt like you might melt.
“I just didn’t want to do it like that,” you admitted, “I don’t want a random kiss even if it’s from an incredible guy. I want it to be from someone who actually wants to kiss me. You know?” you say quietly.
You couldn’t ignore how he was looking at you, it was different. And the two of you were so close together.
“I’m the one who came up with the idea of daring you to kiss me,” Jeremiah admitted.
“What? Why?”
“Because I have wanted to kiss you since you got here. But I could never find the right time. So I thought the game might be the perfect excuse.”
“Jeremiah-”
“I don’t know why it took me so long to realize that the perfect girl was right in front of me all along. I want this Y/n,” he gestured in between the two of you, “I want to hold your hand, and dance with you in the kitchen, and take you on dates, I want all of it. If this past year has taught me anything, it's that life is short and unpredictable. And I don’t want to waste any more time.”
He waited for you to respond, but your mind was racing. The butterflies in your stomach felt like they were on crack. Your brain seemed to forget how to form words. So instead, you reached up to his cheek and pulled him into a kiss. It was a small kiss, you started to pull away for an instant, but Jeremiah picked you up and kissed you full force. It was both everything you imagined it would be and more. When he finally pulled away, you were left unable to open your eyes for a few seconds.
"That was-" you couldn't decide on a word. incredible? Stunning? Life altering? Better than anything you ever could have imagined?
"Dangerous" Jeremiah decided for you, "I don't know how I'm ever supposed to stop kissing you."
You both broke out in laughter.
You're Here Now (Jeremiah Fisher x Reader)
TW: Assault, attempted Sexual Assault
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Your lip trembled, your eyes burned as you fought to keep your tears at bay. One arm hugged across your chest in some effort to keep yourself together, your other hand resting ever so gently on your stinging cheek. Your mind raced, playing the scene over and over again in your head. You wanted to scream and cry and punch something, yet at the same time everything was beginning to feel numb. If you knew one thing, it was that you needed to get in the car. This was the first party of the summer, and despite what happened, you were not about to ruin it for everyone else. You stumbled over to the car, but of course it was locked. Apparently not one thing was going to go your way tonight.
You glance around and find Jeremiah who is making out with some girl. You work up the courage to go over to him. At this point every action is taking much more energy than it should.
“Jere, can I have the keys?” you ask but it barely comes out.
The girl that he is kissing notices your presence, “Can we help you with something?” she asked, clearly annoyed. Jeremiah glances up in your direction and the tears you’d been holding back streamed down your face. He apologized to the girl and the next thing you know, he’s leading you away from everyone.
Once you were far enough away, he pulled you into his arms, “Y/n, what happened? Are you okay?” But it was no use, you were too upset, so instead he just stood there and held you, whispering calming words into your ear. Once your sobs quieted down, he pulled back and that was the first time he noticed the redness on your cheek. Something turned in his stomach, “Y/n I need you to tell me what happened,” he said as gently as he could manage.
“I-we were kissing--and he tried to keep going--but I didn’t want to Jere-- he tried to force--I shoved him off me-- and he--and he hit me,” you explained between panicked breaths.
“I’ll kill him,” Jeremiah said looking around, he had never felt such rage in his life.
“Pl-please don’t leave me,” you begged. Jeremiah was your lifeline right now and you didn’t want to be left alone. “Can we just go home?”
He knew that you needed him right now and that was the only thing keeping him remotely calm. “Yes Y/n/n, I’ll take you home,” he agreed.
You don’t remember walking to the car. You stared out the window numbly as Jeremiah drove, missing the way his eyes lingered on you for any change. You don’t remember getting into the shower, just the small sense of relief that came from scrubbing every inch of skin that the guy had touched. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, you were saddened to see the bruise forming on your cheek, an unwanted reminder. When you walked back into your room Jeremiah was waiting for you.
“Doing okay?” he asked
“Better,” you answered, unsure if that was really the truth.
“Is there anything I can do for you? Need anything?” he asked.
You knew the one thing that you wanted but you were afraid to ask. He picked up on your hesitation, “Please Y/n, let me help.”
“Could you- Could you stay with me? I don’t really want to be alone right now,” you asked shyly. You felt like some foreign version of yourself. This whole night felt surreal.
“Oh course,” he agreed, kicking his shoes off and climbing into bed with you. He laid on his back and allowed you to move where you were comfortable. It wasn’t the first time that the two of you had laid together like this, you had always been cozy with each other. You turned on your side, resting your head on his chest focusing on his heartbeat. He wrapped his arm around you, as if he could hold you together.
After some time he whispered, “I should’ve been there,” He could not get the picture of you on the beach out of his head. You looked so broken, something he had never seen before. He kept thinking about how much worse this could’ve ended. “I’m supposed to protect you,” he replied, a few stray tears escaping his eyes.
“Jeremiah Fisher, look at me. Tonight sucked, but I’m okay. And you are here now, that’s what counts.” He nodded slightly, and you studied his face before laying your head back down.
“Jere,” you say, breaking the silence again.
“Hmm?”
“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid. That guy, he’s not worth it.” When met by silence, you tried again, “Jere please. Promise me?”
You were incredible. Even after everything that had happened you were still worried about him.
“I promise,” he said, offering you his pinky like he did when you were kids.
It was not long before your soft snores met his ears and he released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. The thought of losing you had never crossed his mind before tonight. You had always been the strongest person he knew, so to see you like that threw him off. He glanced down at you, the way he felt with you in his arms was different than it had ever been before. The two of you were different, older. And Jeremiah realized that he had at some point unknowingly developed feelings for you.
He made two promises to himself that night. One: That he would always be there to protect you. Two: That he would tell you how he felt about you.
You're Never Late - part I (Jeremiah Fisher x Conklin Reader)
TW: Car accident, panic attack
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Jeremiah knew that something was wrong when you were late. You were never late, especially not an hour late. The fact that you weren’t answering your phone set off his nerves. He paced the floor. He asked Belly, Steven, and Conrad if they had heard from you. He called his mom, your mom, and literally anyone he could think of. Something happened. Something bad. He knew it.
It hadn’t been much longer before his mom called, he didn’t remember much of the phone call, just that you were hit by a drunk driver, it was bad enough to total the car. You were in the hospital. She asked him to tell the others, as she was driving to come pick everyone up.
He felt like the air was sucked out of his lungs and he couldn’t remember how to breathe. His mind was racing, hands shaking as he hung up the phone. He made it downstairs to where the boys were playing video games and Belly was cuddled up with Conrad.
“Guys,” he said softly, struggling to find his voice. No one heard him. Hell, he could hardly hear himself over the pounding in his chest.
“Guys!” he shouted, catching all three off guard. One look at him and you could tell something was wrong. He was visibly on the verge of tears, breathing shallow, fidgeting with his phone.
“Jere, what’s wrong? What happened?” Conrad asked carefully, noting his brother’s obvious distress. Jeremiah was a deer in headlights, one wrong move and he might spook.
“It’s Y/n,” that was all he could manage before he broke down.
Conrad leaped over the back of the couch and took his brother by the arms. “Jeremiah what happened to Y/n?”
Jeremiah swayed ever so slightly. “She was- there was- she got hit- by a- car is totaled--drunk driver -- hospital,” that was all that Conrad could make out, but it was enough.
“Oh my god,” Belly cried out.
“Fuck,” Steven said, reaching for his phone to call your mom.
Conrad tried to push down his feelings to take care of everyone else. He focused his attention on Jeremiah, who was starting to have a panic attack. He knew the signs well.
“Jere, come sit down.” He guided his brother to the couch. “I need you to breathe. In and out just like this.” He took deep breaths, but Jeremiah wasn’t paying attention. “Jeremiah look at me, you’re having a panic attack. You need to breathe.” He finally caught his brother’s attention and guided him through breaths.
“I can’t lose her,” Jeremiah whispered. His mind was racing with all of the worse-case scenarios. He was beating himself up for not being in the car with you, for not insisting on driving you, for not protecting you.
He was so in his head he completely missed the door opening. His mom came in, face red and puffy. She had told herself she was going to act strong for the kids, but even she was scared.
“What happened?” Conrad asked.
“Y/n was on her way here when a drunk driver ran a red light and hit her car into oncoming traffic, where she was hit again. They had to use the jaws of life to get her out of the car. She was airlifted to the hospital,” she looked at Belly and Steven, “Your mom is there now waiting on an update.”
“Can we go?” Steven asked.
“Of course, we just need to pack a bag of her clothes. Bring your chargers and stuff, it could be a long night,” Susannah answered.
Everyone solemnly left the room to gather their things. Everyone except Jeremiah who felt like his whole world was slipping through his fingers.
“Come here my sweet beautiful boy,” she said, opening her arms.
He melted into her embrace.
“She’s going to be okay,” Susannah hoped.
“You don’t know that.”
“No, I don’t,” she admitted, “but I promise that you will be.”
“I’m scared.”
He reminded Susannah of when he was little and afraid of the monsters hiding under his bed. “Mommy come quick, I’m scared.”
“I know baby, me too.”
She held him for another moment squeezing him tight before pulling away. “Let’s go grab your stuff.”
On the ride to the hospital, Jeremiah stared out the window, his mind was flooded with flashbacks.
“Jere, come dance with me!”
“It’s raining,” he pointed out.
“I know, it’s perfect! Just like the movies!”
The way you smiled that night, made him fall even more in love with you.
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“Jeremiah!” you greeted, nearly tackling him in a hug, “guess what?”
“What?”
“This came in the mail today!” you showed him your official driver’s license, “Now I can come visit you whenever I want,” you beamed.
He picked you up and spun you around.
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“Are you sure you want to go?” you asked through the phone. There was something behind your tone of voice that he couldn’t quite make out. “It’s not too late to back out. It’s only junior year, we could do prom next year.”
“Y/n, I am almost at your house. Looking fine might I add. We can go hang out for a bit and if it blows, we bail.”
“Okay,” you agree with more excitement in your voice.
Nothing could have prepared him to see you in your dress. You looked breathtaking. He was at a loss for words. Your smile was radiant as you ran to his arms.
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“I can’t believe that it has already been two years,” you say as the two of you walk down the beach hand in hand.
“It’s been the best two years,” Jeremiah replied, he fumbled in his pocket, “I have something for you.”
“Jere, I have something for you too, but it’s back at the house. Do you want to wait?”
“Here,” he said, handing you the small box.
He watched as you opened it, a single tear escaping your eyes. “It’s a promise ring. It’s always been you for me, it always will be.”
“It’s perfect Jere, I love it,” you said, slipping it on your finger, “I love you.”
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"Jeremiah?" His mom brought him out of his thoughts, "We're here."
Stay Out of the Water - (Jeremiah Fisher x Reader)
TW: Surfing wipe out, possible drowning, cussing, kissing.
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You had come to the clubhouse today, while Belly was practicing for the debutante ball. Jeremiah had been so excited to run into you and insisted that you come spend time with him at the pool.
The two of you spent hours flirting back and forth. At one point he pushed you into the pool, so that he could 'save you'. This was definitely going to be one of the more memorable days of your summer. But that is how you felt about every day you got to spend with the ocean-eyed boy.
You had decided to go get nachos for the two of you to share. When you walked back out with them, you dropped them to the floor.
Jeremiah was in the water kissing another girl.
You didn’t even go back for your stuff, you just turned around and started running towards the exit. Hot tears streamed down your face. How could you be so stupid? Jeremiah flirted with everyone, why would it be any different with you? The emotions started to overwhelm you. You were in love with him. Physical pain shot through your chest, sobs wrecked your body as you ran towards the Beck house.
You were so thankful that no one was home. You went up to your room and tried to calm down. You decided to try to go surfing to clear your head.
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Jeremiah rushed through the front door calling your name. But instead he found Conrad. “Is Y/n here? Have you seen her?” he asked frantically.
“I don’t know. I just got back from the boat with Cleveland, we had to come back in early because of the water. Why? What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. She was hanging out with me at the club and then she disappeared. She left everything by the pool. Including her phone. Belly and the moms haven’t heard from her, Steven’s searching the club, and I came here to see if she came back,” he explained.
A pit immediately formed in Conrad’s stomach, this was not like you at all. “You check her room, I’ll check the pool.” He called out your name a couple of times, before going back inside, “Anything?” he called out to Jeremiah.
“Her bathing suit from earlier is on the floor in her room, but she’s not here.”
“Where else would she go?”
“How bad was the water?” Jeremiah asked. He knew you better than anyone, he paid attention, and even before checking, he’d figured out exactly where you are.
“It’s rough out there, I think a storm might be coming in. Why?” But even as he said that he understood, “You don’t think-”
“Her board is gone. We gotta go.”
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There was a special connection you felt with the ocean. Maybe it was the vastness of it, never really knowing what was out there. The water calmed your soul. You respected the ocean, usually you wouldn’t have gone near it with the water being this wild, but you weren’t really thinking. You just wanted to get your mind off things. You surfed a couple waves, nothing too crazy. The currents were changing, you knew that you needed to get back in, go back to reality. Just one more, you pleaded with the ocean.
The waves were surging around you. A small voice inside your head told you to just head back in. This was definitely the riskiest conditions you’d ever surfed in. No one even knew that you were out here. If something happened… You shook your head, ignoring the thoughts. It would be fine, you knew your way around the surfboard and you would go back in after this. You paddled quickly to catch the rising wave. Just as the wave broke, you jumped seamlessly from your stomach to your feet, crouching on your board. You start to ride the wave in, feeling free. For a moment everything stopped.The image of Jeremiah kissing another girl left your mind. Everything felt like it could be okay. And then you wiped out.
It felt like you got thrown from a cliff. Your heart pounded in your chest, you fought the fear and urge to freak out. You felt yourself get pulled in as the explosion of white water and force drove you down quickly. You were being thrown around under water, finally understanding the term ragdolled. It was impossible to focus between the urge to breathe, the pounding in your chest and the fact that your board was yanking on your leg so hard you wondered if the leash would snap. You could see the light of the surface, but the water was churning so much that you were struggling to get there. You were getting more and more desperate for air, body aching, mind racing.
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“There!” Conrad shouted pointing to where you were sitting on your board.
“Y/n!” Jeremiah yelled, but it was no use. There was no way you were going to hear them over the waves.
“Keep tracking her. I’m going to get the neighbor's jet ski.”
Jeremiah watched you, afraid to even blink. He watched you surf the wave and for a moment watched you in awe. And then you got swept off your board.
He screamed your name, taking a few steps forward instinctively, running his hands through his hair. Waiting for you to surface. It was taking too long. Conrad was taking too long. He sprinted into the water and started to swim out to where you were.
He was about halfway there fighting the waves, when you finally surfaced throwing yourself on your board, trying to catch your breath before another wave crashed over you. You fought your aching muscles and exhaustion and started paddling in. That is when you saw him. The anger you had earlier had faded, and instead tears came back. You tried to ignore them, as you paddle towards him.
You could see the anger written on his face as you offered him a hand pulling him up to sit on the board with you. Conrad came with the Jetski and pulled the two of you the rest of the way in. You had barely reached the sand when Jeremiah yelled at you, “What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded.
“Jere,” Conrad warned, he could tell you were upset.
“No Conrad,” he said before grabbing your arm and forcing you to look at him, “I can’t believe you were so stupid. You could’ve died. What the hell were you thinking?”
All of the hurt came back and without thinking, you said, “It’s not like you’d care anyway.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he asked, eyes losing their anger, hurt and concern taking over.
“I saw you kissing that girl in the water today. Do you know how much it hurts to see the person you are in love with, so carelessly with someone else? I am sorry. I didn’t realize the water was that bad, I promise. I just wanted - I needed to breathe and I thought surfing would help. I’m sorry,” you cried, you broke your arm away from him and grabbed your board running back towards the house sobbing.
You never wanted this to happen. You felt so hollow inside. You couldn’t handle these emotions. You forced yourself into the shower, tears still streaming down your face.
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“I’ve never yelled at her before,” Jeremiah realized. He and Conrad were sitting at the pool.
“You were scared,” Conrad offered.
“I am an idiot.”
“At times,” Conrad said, trying to lighten the mood. “Jere, why were you kissing another girl in the pool? I mean look man, I’m not judging you. But I can see how you feel about Y/n, everyone can.”
“I didn’t kiss her, she kissed me. She asked me to help her out of the pool, when I went to give her a hand she pulled me in and jumped me. I pushed her off of me, I swear to god. I had no idea Y/n saw it.”
“What are you waiting for? Go tell Y/n how you feel.”
“I’m probably the last person she wants to see right now.”
“That’s because she doesn’t have the full story. You at least owe her that.”
Jeremiah agreed, standing up. “Thanks bro.”
When he went to your room the door was cracked open. You were sitting in your bed with your back against the wall, knees against your chest, head buried in your lap. He knocked lightly, “Can I come in?” he asked.
You managed a nod.
He sat on the edge of the bed, not knowing where to start.
“I’m sorry,” you both said at the same time.
“Me first,” you said looking up to meet his eyes.
“I’m sorry for the way I handled today. I shouldn’t have ran off like that and you were right going out to surf like that was stupid. I also have no right to have any say in who you hookup with, I just want you to be happy. I hope that we can be okay.”
“Y/n. I didn’t even know that girl in the pool. I think one of her friends dared her to try to kiss me. I didn’t kiss her back, I pushed her off of me, I promise. There’s only one girl I want to be kissing. And seeing that girl wipe out, scared the shit out of me. That’s no excuse for yelling at you like I did, my emotions just kinda took over.”
You couldn’t believe your ears.
“Jeremiah, don’t say that unless you actually mean it,” you cautioned.
“Of course I mean it Y/n. You're my best friend and I have wanted you to be more than that, but I was scared that if something happened that we’d lose our friendship. So I tried to ignore the feelings, tried to convince myself that it was for the best. But I don’t want to do that anymore. I just want you.”
You traced your fingers over the line of his jaw, before cupping his cheek.
He glanced down at your lips. He had thought about doing this for months and now it was happening. He pulled you into him, so that you were straddling his lap. His eyes asked permission, and then closed the gap between your lips. The kiss started gentle, but quickly heated up. You pushed him back against the bed, losing track of your arms and hands, while being very aware of where his were. When you separated, you could barely breathe.
“Damn,” he smiled.
“I can’t believe this is really happening.” You shifted on your side and he mirrored you, pulling you into his chest.
You apparently fell asleep like that. When you woke you, the empty spot beside you was enough to make you question if last night had really happened or if it was just some elaborate and twisted dream.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Jeremiah said as he came through your door with breakfast in hand.
“Good morning,” you smiled.
He set the food down and came over to you, giving you a quick kiss. “I have to go to work soon, but I was thinking that I could take you out tonight. You know properly, just the two of us.”
“It’s a date.”
He beamed as he turned to exit your room.
“Oh, Jeremiah?”
“Yeah Y/n/n?”
“Stay out of the water,” you laughed. He rolled his eyes and left. You wanted to scream in excitement. Being with him still didn’t feel real. The feelings were more intense than anything you could have imagined. You decided that if this was in fact a dream, you never wanted to wake up.
No More Waiting - JeremiahxReader
TW: Passing out.
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Do you know that magical feeling where everything seems a little brighter, the world a slightly happier place? The feeling of being home in a cozy blanket, but also like you're invincible? That is the way Jeremiah made you feel. When you were with him it was electric, but also safe. At some point this summer, you realized that the way you felt for Jeremiah was stronger than anything you’d ever felt for anyone else. As you walked down to the kitchen you promised yourself that today was the day you were going to do something about it.
As you walked into the kitchen you were greeted by his smile as he handed you a coffee. “So Y/n, what do you have planned for this beautiful day?”
“Well, Belly is debbing, Connie is helping Cleveland with the boat, you and Steven have work. So I-”
“You should come to the club!” he interrupted, grabbing you arms, “Come on, it’d be great to see you all day and you could bring one of your bajillion books. Please Y/n?” he pleaded with his puppy dog eyes.
He didn’t have to try so hard, you were already putty in his hands. “I’ll go get ready,” you agreed. Jeremiah jumped up and down before pulling you in a hug and spinning you around.
“This is going to be such a great day,” he said.
You went upstairs and put on the new bikini you had bought with Taylor. You changed outfits 3 times and tried at least 4 different hairstyles before grabbing your stuff and running down the stairs.
“Woah Y/n, who are you getting all dressed up for?” Steven asked.
“Sorry not all of us can rock a hair net Steven,” Jeremiah defended you, his eyes lingering. “You look hot,” he declared, spinning you around. “Are you ready to go?”
“Y-yeah,” you said, trying to hide your blushing cheeks.
The two of you rode together, talking, laughing, singing to songs on the radio. It was euphoric. When he pulled into the parking lot you were a little sad that you’d have to share him now.
He came around and opened your door, “So I’m gonna go check in with the big man, but then I will be out by the pool with my favorite girl.”
Favorite girl. You could feel your cheeks warming up again. You found a chair directly across from the lifeguard stand, you striped down to your bikini and got comfortable opening your book. Though to be honest you don’t know if you read a single page. Jeremiah kept goofing off to get your attention. At one point he sat down at the foot of your chair and laid back so that his head was in your lap.
“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” you laugh.
“I can’t help it, you’re distracting.” He sat up and swiveled around to face you.
“I thought the whole point was to watch the pool, Mr. Lifeguard.”
“How am I supposed to do that when you are here looking like this?”
“Jeremiah, I-” you started, but were cut off when Billy started to cause a ruckus in the pool.
“Duty calls, I’ll be right back.”
You decided that you were going to grab a couple of waters and snacks when he got back. You were starting to feel dizzy and nauseated, probably from the heat.
“Sorry about that, you were saying something?”
“I was gonna grab a snack, want anything?” you asked, feeling a little off. You go to stand up and are a little unsteady.
Seeing this, Jeremiah steps and grabs you, concern immediately taking over his face seeing how pale you are all of a sudden. “Are you okay Y/n?”
“I’m fine. Just a little-” Your vision faded and Jeremiah had to shift his weight to keep you from falling. He immediately scooped you up and carried you inside, trying not to freak out. He had Steven grab an ice pack and water, while he stayed glued to your side watching the rise and fall of your chest.
“Y/n,” he called, softly shaking your shoulders.
“Hmm,” you groaned.
“Open those beautiful eyes of yours.”
“Jere?”
“How are you feeling?”
“Embarrassed,” you answered honestly.
“I should be thanking you, you made me look like a real hero,” he joked.
You’ll always be my hero.
“I’m fine Jeremiah, I think I just got a little overheated. You should get back out there. I’ll be out there in a minute,” you promised.
He looked hesitant to leave you. So you stuck up your pinky. “I’m okay, I promise.”
He linked his pinky with yours and you both kissed it as was your tradition. He made you promise to finish the water before coming back out. And then made sure Steven would keep an eye on you in the meantime.
After he walked away, you took your drink and took a seat at the snack bar.
“When are you two going to kiss and get it over with?” Steven asked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied.
“Look, Jeremiah never shuts up about you literally ever. And if you haven’t noticed he hasn’t been hooking up with anyone this summer. There’s a reason for that. And you are so obviously in love with him, everyone sees it except Jere. So what are you waiting for?”
“Is it really that obvious?” you laugh.
“Clear as day Y/n/n.”
“Thanks Steven, ” you said sincerely. That was the last push you needed.
You headed back out to the pool. Jeremiah's face lit up when he saw you and he made his way over to you. “You look way better.”
“Thanks, I think?”
“My shift is almost over. Anything you want to do afterwards?”
“Up to you Jere,” you smiled.
The rest of your time at the poolside flew by. You were trying to decide what words you were going to use to tell Jeremiah how you felt. It seemed impossible.
“Y/n are you okay? You’ve been awfully quiet. Did I do something wrong?” Jeremiah asked after he pulled into the parking lot of your favorite ice cream shop.
“I’m just thinking,” you answer.
“What’s on your mind?”
“There is this guy that I like. He’s incredible. He’s sweet, a blast to be around, everyday with him feels like an adventure. I want to tell him how I feel. But I’m not sure how to.”
Jeremiah’s face fell. He stared out the dash, grip tightening on the steering wheel. “You just have to tell him, otherwise you might miss your chance and he’ll move on.”
“Jeremiah.”
“Hmm?”
“That guy. The one I like. It’s you. It’s always been you,” you admit.
His eyes met yours and lit up, he smiled before grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. It was intense, saying everything that you hadn’t. The kiss was making up for all of the times you had wanted to kiss each other and hadn’t. When it was over, you stayed close glancing from his lips to his eyes.
“I can not believe we waited so long to do that,” he whispered.
“No more waiting,” you breathed before kissing him again, unbuckling your seat beat to really lean in.
You have no idea how long the two of you kissed. It was incredible and neither of you could stop smiling. Eventually Jeremiah got out of his car and came around and opened your door, immediately pulling you into a hug, then spinning you around keeping one of your hands intertwined as you walked inside.