#belly conklin fanfiction

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I wasn’t gonna talk about it, hoping someone else would say it but I’ve seen it too many times now. PLEASE DO NOT tag ships that are NOT in the fanfic. If it’s a fic for Conrad I don’t want to see “Cam Cameron x reader” or “Jeremiah fisher x reader” in the tags. Please tag your fics with the correct ship if it’s Jeremiah fisher x reader just tag it “Jeremiah Fisher x reader” if there’s other characters that ARE NOT with the reader just tag their name without the X reader. I know you want to have more tags so more people see it but there are plenty of other tags such as the show name or “TSITP Characters x reader”, anyways thank you for coming to my rant.

I’ve seen one to many fics tagged wrong and i’ve been searching for conrad fics and over half of them are jeremiah fics. LEAVE ME ALONE.

If you’re fic is currently tagged with the wrong ship tags please go fix it. i’m so serious. i’ll start crying

I’m sorry if this comes off bitchy I just would please like fics to be tagged correctly so I can read what I was actually looking for <3

THIS GOES FOR ALL FANDOMS BTW!!!!

PLEASE TAG YOUR FICS CORRECTLY, I LOVE YOU ALL, THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US FANFICS 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[writersblockedx]

If I’m Not Mistaken

Pairing - College!Conrad x Fem!Reader Summary - When you mistake a boy for the local drug dealer, he ends up offering you some help anyway. Warnings - Drug and alcohol use Words  1.7K

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You didn't know his name. You didn't know what course he was doing. You didn't even know if he was a student or not. But, considering he was always on campus, you came to the conclusion he was either a student or looking for customers. He sat on the brick wall right outside your lecture building, a joint between his lips. Sometimes he read. Sometimes he was on his phone. Sometimes he was doing nothing at all.

For a long time, you thought about asking him for some of his substances. But it wasn't until you were hosting a party, you finally pushed yourself to ask. That Friday, you came to the lecture 10 minutes early just so you could catch the mystery boy beforehand. As per usual, he was sat at the wall, lighting the joint in his fingertips. Before the flame could catch alight, you took a grip over his lighter.

That sparked his attention as he looked up at you. His eyes were blue and they seemed to be piercing into your soul. "What do you sell?" You questioned before he had the chance to ask what the fuck you were doing in front of him; he certainly didn't seem like the talkative type. "I've got a party and I could use quite a bit."

His brows furrowed and you almost doubted that he hadn't heard you correctly. "I'm sorry?"

You pointed to what he was about to smoke. To which, he was still acting oblivious too. "Look, if you don't want to sell to me, fine, I'll find someone else that does." Like that, your eyes rolled and you went to leave, cursing yourself for the man's rude behaviour.

"Hey, hey, wait." He stood from the wall, reaching his free hand out to grab yours. With no other choice, you faced him. "What? Did- Did you think I was a dealer?"

Now you were the one with narrowed brows, "You're not?"

He almost laughed but settled on just shaking his head at your assumption, "No." He took a breath and let his grip on your skin fall. "I'm Conrad," He put out a hand for you to shake.

You thought about it. Looked him up and down before accepting, "Y/n." He took a grip on your hand, shaking it and then letting you go. "Sorry, I thought you were a dealer." You spoke after an awkward moment of silence had passed. "You're just like, always here, always smoking so I just, I don't know, I assumed."

"No, I get it, it's alright." He offered a smile which you returned. "You said a party?"

You weren't sure where he was going with this, you weren't sure why either of you were still here, but you didn't plan on moving any time soon. For some reason, this boy already had you stuck. "Erm, yeah, just something before we all go away for Christmas break."

"On White Lane, right?"

How he knew where you lived was concerning, "Yeah, there." You confirmed.

"I've got some friends going is all. They go to every party pretty much. Most of them are on the college Football team so it's sort of their duty. Or they think it's their duty anyway." Oh, you knew them. Everyone knew that group. They played beer pong, preyed on girls and screamed the lyrics to songs.

But as you thought about it, you became curious, because the boy in front of you certainly didn't seem like that type. Now you thought on it, you had never seen Conrad at any party before. "You don't go with them?" You asked.

His head shook, "Oh, no. I like it when the dorms are quiet." Suppose that was a pro of being introverted.

"Well, you should definitely come to this one." A smile grew on your lips. "There will be drinks and hopefully, I'll find some weed from someone."

"I can give you the number of my dealer if you want." He offered.

You were already nodding, "That'd be great, thank you." You shuffled through your pockets before pulling out your phone, handing it over.

Conrad started typing then he paused and said, "I'll erm put mine in, just in case you need anything from me." He added, not daring to look up from the screen. "I know someone with a sound system and all that."

When he finally did look up, there was a flush of pink across his nose. You couldn't be sure whether that was his nerves or just the cold hitting his skin. "I've got that covered but, erm, I'll let you know if I need anything else." Your smile didn't fade.

Conrad shoved his hands into his pockets, "I'll see you around then."

"Definitely." Like that, you were walking to your lecture with a pretty boy's number saved in your phone - as well as a drug dealer's.

It hadn't taken long for your house to fill up. Fellow students swarmed your floor with kegs and bottles and a demand to not remember the night. And you had been right there with them; cup in hand, swaying to the music that blared in the background, mingling between the different people. But the whole time you had been waiting to run into a certain not-drug-dealer.

It had been a few hours, the party was in full swing and Conrad had yet to show up. By that point, you were beginning to think he wasn't going to at all. His 'friends' had been the first people here, swarming the kitchen counters with beer. With the drink swirling around in your system, you caved. You took your phone and messaged the boy before you had any time to regret it.

You Are you coming?

It wasn't long before your phone pinged in response.

Conrad Here.

A part of you was nervous, the other was reminded of the fact you had had one conversation with the guy. Sure, he was pretty and yes, you had seen him almost every single day before going in for your lecture. But you didn't know him. Up until today, you were under the belief he was a dealer.

When Conrad arrived, he paid no attention to what else was going on. He headed through the crowd, ready to find the very reason he had shown up tonight. "Conrad!" You yelled over the music. His eyes caught yours in the crowd, prompting a grin before you gestured for him to follow you into the kitchen where things were a little quieter.

"I can't believe you're cool with all these people in your house." He started.

You shrugged, gathering a bottle of beer for him. "It's not too bad when you're just as drunk." You offered the boy the drink.

To your surprise, he rejected it. "I'm driving." He excused.

"You're at a party!" You pointed out as a giggle fell from your lips. "Why are you even here if you're not gonna drink?"

Conrad shrugged, "You wanted me here." And like that, your giggles stopped and it felt as if your heart had too.

Maybe it was the drink or the spark of confidence but your hand reached out, holding onto his bare elbow where his shirt was rolled up. "Thanks for coming." His eyes traced your lips as you spoke. "And thanks for that number."

"More than happy to help. I'm guessing you were a very happy customer?"

"I don't know, you're better asking the pot-heads in the dining room."

He leaned in closer and suddenly goosebumps were growing on your skin - when did it get so cold? His hand sat firm on your shoulder as he whispered in your ear, "I've got a joint with me if you wanna go somewhere more private." When he leaned back, you nodded.

The party was nice, sure, but the idea of escaping it was even nicer. You laced your hand within the hand of someone who was a stranger not even 24 hours ago, weaving through the drunken college students as you headed for the stairs. The music became nothing but a lull background noise as you entered your own room, shutting the door.

Conrad headed straight to the bed, retrieving the joint that was in his pocket. Without asking, you sat next to him. "Are you sure you're okay mixing?" He had one brow raised at you as your shoulders brushed against one another.

You shrugged, "As long as I don't have too much."

From there, the shaggy-haired boy raised the joint, placing it between his lips and lighting it. You watched as the flame flickered and the smoke hit his throat. He inhaled in before pulling away and letting the smoke fill the air. By the time he turned to look at you, you were already fully staring his way. You almost doubted yourself; did you look like you were staring too much? What else were you meant to do?

All your worries evaporated when his hand offered the joint. You took it without a word, doing the same as he, letting the smoke fill your lungs like it was air. When you pulled it away from you, Conrad was already speaking, "Where did you come from?"

You didn't know what else to do so you smiled. "I could say the same thing about you."

His hand soon reached the side of your face, trapping you in his stare, "Well I'm glad I found you." Maybe it was the smoke, but your throat suddenly felt choked, unable to let any words come out. Before it could concern you, you found Conrad much closer. So close, in fact, he was able to press his lips into your own.

You tasted the smoke on his lips, making the kiss even more intoxicating. The need for air was desperate when you finally pulled away. For a moment, you could only stare. You weren't sure if it was the drink, or the drugs, or the kiss, but you had never felt this high. All you could think was that you didn't want to ever lose this feeling.

[sklyight]

UNEXPECTED OUTCOMES

belly conklin x fem!reader. 1.4k words

summary: your hookups with jeremiah can’t seem to compare to the feeling you get around isabel conklin

“contains: suggestive content, mature themes, making out, and some jeremiah x reader, assumed unrequited love, angst ”

Looks mean nothing to you. The way his jawline curves means nothing. The way his hair sticks up in such an unusual way means nothing. The way a subtle stubble colors the bottom half of his face means absolutely nothing to you.

Although, maybe they do. Maybe it does matter when you breathe him in and smell an assortment of daisies and peaches. Or when you run your fingers through his hair and wish for it to be just a little longer.

Or when you wish for his short lashes to be painted until they reach their full extent.

Jeremiah’s beautiful, you realize. And when you look into his eyes, you begin to notice how soft they look.

Your chest tightens and your smile’s no longer strained. Your body slumps and the thoughts in your head go quiet.

He mumbles your name.

“Shut up, don’t talk,” you whisper, absolutely breathless.

He obeys. He continues to tightly grip your waist all while kissing down on your neck. The action makes you feel nothing. You’re stuck wanting more, more than what he is. You tighten your hold on his waist and run your hands along his back.

Just a little closer. You want her closer. You want her to press up against your breasts. You want for her to put her knees in between your thighs, teasing you.

You mutter her name. And if Jeremiah hears it, he doesn’t mention anything. You guys are nowhere near a relationship, you’re just people who like to hook up occasionally.

That’s all it is, and that’s all you see it as.

“You’re beautiful,” he mutters, his breath hot as he speaks against your neck. You hope to feel something, anything. But all you can feel is the desperate longing for something different.

He places a hand on the zipper of your jeans, and you freeze. You gently push the boy off, sweat dripping down your forehead from the roots of your scalp. You sit up, shrugging the straps of your shirt back up.

There are no words exchanged between the both of you, but you can hear the desperate whine in the back of the boy’s throat. He doesn’t smile and instead gives you a look of disappointment.

You refuse to look his way after that.

“I’ve got work tomorrow.”

It’s a quick and easy excuse, one you often use to get out of uncomfortable situations.

Jeremiah isn’t the type to beg and plead on his knees for more. You don’t want anything further than making out at the moment and he respects that. Though, that doesn’t stop him from pouting about it.

“Right.”

You look back and plant a gentle kiss on the top of his head. It was natural at this point, he hasn’t thought anything of it and neither have you. If anything, you see him as a friend. A friend who benefits you. A friend who just wants the same thing as you—a distraction from who you both really want.

“Text me when you get home?” He sounds exhausted, his voice is strained, and that lets you know it’s time to leave before emotions begin to build up.

“Yeah.” And with that, you’re out the front door, hugging yourself as the cool breeze hits you.

You wish you were the type to smoke and forget, or maybe even the type to drink and forget. Neither option seems appetizing though. With a small shiver, you pull your jacket closer, just imagining the warmth to be the warmth of a tight hug.

You can walk back inside and hold your arms out to Jeremiah if you want to, and he’ll envelop you in a hug with ease. But what you guys have is strictly sex.

Just a stress relief, you remind yourself.

You look out to the ocean and puff out another breath. You notice the sound of the waves crashing and the way the setting sun makes your skin glow.

Your mind begins to drift. You should start leaving. It’s nearing the time when she gets back. But there’s a slight tug of war between your heart and brain. The war of whether to leave or stay.

If you stay, you can see her. See her face, maybe even mutter a shy ‘hello’, and then be on your way.

The thought of it is so heartwarming, yet gut-wrenching at the same time—especially when you know she won’t be arriving alone. She’ll have him by her side and then she’ll give him those stares of pure longing as he pretends he doesn’t notice.

You decide to spare yourself the heartbreak.

You make your way through their driveway, and it’s all quiet, until you see a car drive up. It slowly pulls up next to you, and you don’t even have to wait to see who it is.

The window rolls down and your name comes rolling off their tongues.

“Hey, guys!” Your voice is cheery, despite the heavy feeling of exhaustion weighing on your chest.

“What’re you doing out here? I thought you had work.”

Maybe it’s pure desperation, but the fact that she remembers your work schedule has your lips quirking up into a soft smile.

“Called in today, wasn’t feeling well.”

It’s an excuse. You feel fine…sort of.

But Jeremiah needed you, and although you’d never find yourself admitting it, he’s still your best friend. Maybe you aren’t his, but in your eyes, he’s a significant part of your world—he picks up the pieces when no one else is willing, and he sticks right by you when everyone else decides to take their leave.

And you wish sometimes, that you could be into him. But it isn’t all that simple. Things get in the way—such as your love for Isabel Conklin.

Belly pouts. “Aw, hope you get better.”

You smile. “Thanks.”

Conrad leans a bit forward at the same time Belly moves back a bit. “Back to the original question…what’re you doing here?”

Right. You’re sick.

“Oh! Um, Jere said he had some medicine to help and stuff so…”

“Medicine?”

You pat down your pockets, shrug, and give them a sheepish smile. “Guess I forgot it,” you mumble.

Belly smiles. “Come inside then! You can get it real quick. Plus, I have something I wanna give you.”

The look on her face is nearly impossible to say no to. You should leave, you should just blurt out some excuse and make a run for it. Yet, Belly’s always had a weird magnetic pull to her.

“Alright, sure.”

“Oh, I’ve heard an ice pack on the head can help.”

Belly keeps listing off relievers for your ‘migraine’ as Conrad searches for the bottle of Tylenol you asked for.

“An ice pack?”

“Mhm, read it somewhere in an article.”

“You read?” You tease.

Belly stops mid-chew, takes a cheese ball, and tosses it at your head. She misses horribly, but you give her a look of offense for trying anyway.

“Heads up!”

Conrad throws you a bottle and you catch it with ease. “Didn’t have Tylenol, but we had some Advil. That okay?”

“It’s perfect, thank you.”

Conrad simply nods and starts putting everything back into the cabinet.

Meanwhile, Belly’s eyes widen and she looks up at you. “Right, I had something to give you!”

You watch as she pulls out something from a bag and hands it to you.

You look over it.

“It’s ice cream. I remember you telling me that’s your favorite flavor, and when I saw it I just had to. It’s a bit melted but—“

“Thank you.”

Belly looks up at you.

“Really. I needed this.”

She huffs a laugh and fiddles with her hands. “It’s just ice cream, it’s nothing.”

You feel your cheeks heat up. She’s not wrong, it’s just ice cream. Usually, you’d just say a quick ‘thanks’ and leave it there. But it’s the fact that it’s her that got it for you that changes everything about this.

“I’ve been craving some. Couldn’t find it anywhere.”

She raises a brow. “Right um…sure, no problem.”

You both just stand there in silence, her looking down at her feet and you staring at her. It’s crazy to you, how the one you love can’t seem to see it, especially when everyone else can.

“Belly.”

Conrad.

He should be looking at Belly, yet he’s giving you a look—a look that screams ‘I know everything’. Yet, you choose to ignore it. Because even if he knows, it’s hopeless. She’ll never look at you the same way you look at her, because she’s always busy looking at him.

He turns to Belly, finally.

“Um, we’ve still got that thing…” He trails off, and although you’re completely clueless, it seems to click for Belly. She quickly straightens up. “Right! Almost forgot.”

She turns to you. “Um, hope you enjoy the gift or whatever. See you soon, maybe?”

“Yeah, yeah sure. Just call me.”

She flashes a sincere smile, throws out some simple ‘goodbye’, and makes her way out with Conrad.

And just like that, you’re alone again. The warmth she came with disappears immediately, leaving goosebumps all over your body.

It’s cold now, colder than before.

And even when you’re on the way home, the sun directly shining on you…it still can’t seem to compare to the warmth she radiates when you guys are together.

[kimpossibly]

different ― c. fisher

SUMMARY: For your entire life you'd been hoping that one day, somehow, Conrad Fisher would look at you as more than just a friend. Who knew all it would take was a shiny piece of metal through the side of your nose?

PAIRING: conrad fisher x fem!reader WARNINGS: mentions of piercings and blood.

You had been going to the beach house at Cousins your entire life. Your mom, Laurel, and Beck had been a trio ever since they were nine years old. They'd dressed up as the Powerpuff Girls, Donna and The Dynamos, and every possible trio costume you could imagine throughout the years. They went their separate ways, had kids, and lived their separate lives. But every summer they all found their way back to Cousins. You found your way back. To the beach, to the house, to your best friend Belly, and to the boys.

Steven was Belly's older brother ― smart and annoying as all get out. And then there was Jeremiah the jester. He was a sunbeam in human form the way he was always laughing and smiling and being the life of the party. To be around Jeremiah was to be happy. And finally there was Conrad. Not much to be said there; but, somehow, also everything.

Conrad was the oldest, and the only one younger than you was Belly ― and that was only by less than a year. But because of that, Conrad only ever looked at you like a little sister. And as you two got older, that label started to bother you. Maybe because you stopped seeing him as an older brother. Maybe even more than a friend. And that was the issue ― his perspective never changed.

But you didn't need to worry about that. Summers in Cousins were about having fun. And that's exactly what you were here to do.

Your mom's car pulled into the driveway, giving you the first chance to breathe in the salty beach air. You found yourself smiling ― real smiling. The kind you don't notice until it's already there.

The front door opened and Susannah stepped out, a giddy smile on her face. "You're here!" she shouted, throwing her arms out. Things like that were very Susannah. She was theatrical and fun and sweet. That was what everyone loved about her ― especially you.

She wrapped you up in a hug the moment you stepped out of the car. "Oh, sweetheart, it's so good to see you!" she exclaimed, holding you tightly.

"It's good to see you too." you responded, smiling and taking a deep inhale. She always smelled like Chanel perfume, the kind you always begged your mom to get you. She always said no and told you you'd never use it, which you had to admit was true; it was Susannah's trademark.

You looked over Susannah's shoulder and saw that everyone had already gotten there ― Steven, Belly, and Laurel stood on the porch by the stairs. Jeremiah appeared in the doorway a second later, a smile stretching onto his face as he bolted down the stairs to you.

You laughed at his enthusiasm and let go of Susannah so she could hug your mom. The moment you did he scooped you into a tight hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around. "You're back, loser!" he shouted, almost like he was letting the entire neighborhood know.

"I can see that." you said with a laugh.

He set you back down, scanned your face, and frowned. He had found the nose piercing you had gotten over Christmas break. "Oh my God. What is this?" Jeremiah exclaimed, messing with the shiny object.

You laughed and cringed away. "Hey, stop! You're going to get it infected."

"I'm sorry, I'm just freaking out a little here," he laughed, "You look like a badass."

"I bet you cried like a baby while you got it though," Steven said, appearing at Jeremiah's side to pull you into a hug.

"Yeah, and it gushed blood like a fountain," you said, making a silly face and mimicked your nose pouring blood. Steven cringed away in disgust while Jeremiah laughed at him.

"You do look cool though," Belly said, giving you a hug too.

Belly let you go and, all of a sudden, there he was. Conrad stood a few feet behind the group in a hoodie and shorts. Same old Conrad. For a moment, the breath caught in your throat and time seemed to slow as you waited for him to say something.

But, as usual, Jeremiah beat him to it. He grabbed you by the shoulders as if to present you to Conrad. "Look at this! Our little Y/n is growing up so fast." he said, faking a sob. You elbowed him lightly in the gut, rolling your eyes at his antics. Now is not the time to be reinforcing the concept of 'little Y/n.'

Conrad's head tilted as he noticed the piercing. "It looks like you got a shiny piece of metal stuck to your face."

Very anti-climactic. So you just shrugged and played it off with another laugh. "Sounds weird when you put it like that, but, yeah, sure."

Another moment of awkward silence. You fiddled with the hem of your shorts.

"Aaaaaaand she looks amazing! Now that we've got that covered, let's get you guys settled in." Jeremiah said, taking a suitcase from your mom and pecking her on the cheek. Classic Jeremiah. He disappeared into the house with your stuff and you followed, not noticing as Conrad Fisher's eyes followed you through the doorway.

It had been a few days and Conrad had yet to say a word to you. Jeremiah had warned you over text that he had been especially moody the last couple of months, but you hadn't been expecting total radio silence. It was off-putting. When you were younger, you and Conrad would spend the entirety of dinner kicking each other under the table while the moms yelled at you to stop. Now he just stared down at his plate and didn't speak unless spoken to.

You would have been angry if you weren't worried. He'd quit football, something that he was really good at, and he seemed not to take interest in anything anymore. You'd walk into a room and he'd walk out, like he couldn't stand being around you anymore. It stung.

That night you laid starfish on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, running through the same monologue you had been repeating to yourself the whole week: what did I do wrong? With a huff, you got up, forcing yourself out of the spiral and into the closet, where you rummaged through your drawer of swimsuits until you found your favorite polka-dotted one. You traded them for your pajamas, grabbed a towel, and headed downstairs.

And, as you headed into the backyard for a late night wade through the pool, you discovered you weren't the only one with the same idea. Conrad sat at the edge of the pool, holding a smoking joint between two fingers. You both paused, noticing each other at the same time.

Then, you spoke. "Probably smart not to smoke in the house," you said, heading towards the pool, "although Laurel could probably catch you through the window."

He didn't respond, but he didn't protest as you sat down next to him. "And hey, what's this whole tough guy act you have going on, huh?" you continued.

"What?"

"You know, the whole brooding, emo thing you have going on. Where you don't talk to anyone and act like everything is a waste of your time," you said. "I still remember the Conrad that taught me how to add fractions and how to skateboard without breaking an ankle."

He blew out a puff of smoke. "That was years ago, Y/n."

"I know," you nodded. "I just wanted to remind you that you were nice once. And fun, too. And now you're like this whole other person that ― "

"This is about me being different?" Conrad asked, his voice rising slightly. "You're the one who showed up with dyed hair and a nose piercing."

Your eyebrows raised, an involuntary scoff escaping your lips before you could stop it. "Seriously? This is about my nose piercing? Look, if it makes you feel any better, I got it while I was drunk at a party in my friend's bathroom. Does that make you feel better, Conrad?"

"That's it, though. It feels like last summer you were putting seaweed in your hair and calling yourself George Washington. And now you're getting drunk at parties and piercing your nose?" he paused, his voice suddenly becoming solemn. "I always knew that things would change. I just never guessed it would be you."

You paused. This wasn't at all what you were expecting. But he was right ― you had changed, whether you noticed it or not. "Okay, so I've changed. Why does that give you an excuse to avoid me like the plague?"

"It doesn't. I'm sorry," he said, and you believed him. "I've just spent my whole life looking at you like...like little Y/n, the kid who dives for hermit crabs and makes kingdoms out of sand castles. And now you're different."

You hadn't noticed your breathing quicken, or your hands starting to shake. "Good different?" you asked, feeling your heart start to pound in your chest.

Conrad turned to you, his hand reaching up to the side of your face, his thumb reaching up to brush over the piercing on the side of your nose. "Yeah," he said quietly. "Good different."

[ghostiewriter]

tell me we’ll be just fine | bellyconrad

Summary: confessions come in all different shapes and forms. All it took was one too many drinks and a desire to see the girl he always wanted that would lead to Conrad confessing the words that laid heavy on his heart.

Warnings: just swearing and a teeny bit of angst

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: nobody look at me! I totally didn’t write this in like two hours! goodbye!🤠purely enabled by @alphinias and @yellowlaboratory as well

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“Hey.” She gave him a soft smile as she kneeled down in front of him, a part of her itching to push his hair back but she didn’t quite have the guts for it. “How you feeling?”

“Tired,” he mumbled, his eyes falling shut. “You came.”

“You called,” she said simply because that was the only reason she needed when it came to him. “C’mon, we need to get you home, don’t need you passing out on me here.”

“Will you come with me?” he asked, his voice so small that she almost didn’t recognise it as Conrad Fisher.

“Always, Con,” she murmured before she extended her hand out to him, watching as he reached for her and intertwined their fingers before she started hauling him off the floor.

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The Nightmares

Jeremiah awoke in the middle of the night, feeling a deep sense of dread. He began to sweat profusely and shook as if he had seen something terrifying in his dreams. He felt like he was going to be sick, but the thought of it only further increased his distress. He clutched the sheets tightly and let out a sob of fear.

Belly stirred from her sleep next to him, having been awoken by Jeremiah's distress. She recognized the signs of one of his dreams (about his mom) and immediately knew what she had to do. She gathered Jeremiah in her arms and held him close, stroking his hair and gently rubbing his back. She whispered reassurances of protection and that he would make it through everything okay.

Gradually, the trembling and sobbing subsided and Jeremiah was able to draw a few deep breaths. He looked into the eyes of Belly and felt the comfort she had offered him. Together, they were able to fall back asleep and Jeremiah's nightmares slowly faded away as if they were nothing more than a distant memory.

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[venuslcver]

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[seredelgi]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Summer I Turned Pretty (TV 2022), The Summer I Turned Pretty Trilogy - Jenny Han Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Isabel "Belly" Conklin/Jeremiah Fisher Characters: Isabel "Belly" Conklin, Jeremiah Fisher, Conrad Fisher (The Summer I Turned Pretty) Additional Tags: Kissing, Groping, POV Jeremiah, Unreliable Narrator, POV Third Person, Smut, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Underage Kissing, Orgasm, Simultaneous Orgasm, Possessive Behavior, Dirty Talk, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Swearing Summary:

"He had felt it in the way Belly melted against him during the kiss. There was no doubt left in him that she had nothing binding her to Conrad any longer, and whatever pallid remnant of him she still held in her heart he would wash away with his undying love, and she will finally be his."

OR a revisitation of the motel scene.

[harrysloveboat]

please write the what'll you give me if i do with jj and conrad😩

I definitely will😭

gladly accepting any requests for a crossover of TSITP and OBX because these two shows have basically ruined me🫢

[thankfulformystans]

After a year of not taking requests I will be doing requests for Jeremiah, Steven and Belly from The Summer I turned pretty :)

[girlkisser13]

the summer i turned pretty masterlist

cam cameron

conrad fisher

isabel "belly" conklin

jeremiah fisher

steven conklin

taylor jewel

[rayesgenesis]

anyone has any belly conklin requests? i know i have quite a few requests to get through already BUTT with my last nini fic i’m feeling a summer vibe so fire any and every request @ me i’ll see what i can do 👀

[r34ding]

Don't look back

Warning: Potential spoiler for The Summer I Turned Pretty.

~Jeremiah and Belly rekindle their relationship after...

her break up with Conrad~

After Bellys hands left his and they exited the tower of death, Jeremiah felt the absence of her warmth so clearly and it almost didn't suprise him. But it was Belly, he thought, of course she took her place in his heart back in no time.

He disliked how much power she held over him, how he minded so much where her eyes would wander and if they landed on his brother.

*Let's keep going!*, urged Steven as something along the peer had caught his interest. Taylor shot him a pointed look, her arm resting protectively on Bellys shoulder.

*Can you relax for a second? Jesus...*, Taylor was being mindful of her oldest friend, Belly thanked her but seemed to be fine. Her cheeks were bright pink not as pale as before the fall.

The group of teens was moving along and Jeremiah kept noticing the little details about Belly, he so desperatly wished to ban from his mind only a week ago. The scar on her left knee for example, she got it running after the boys, tripping and scraping it- hard- on the pavement. Conrad was the furthest away then, his trained legs giving him an advantage. But Jeremiah had heard Belly call out. He had turned around for her. Helping her up and even walking her back inside the house, Steven and Conrad long gone, he made sure her injury got treated.

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The night they searched for a place to sleep. After the house was emptied out, all of them settled down on the perfectly groomed grass.

He laid on his back, next to Belly and involuntarily found his eyes wandering, disregarding the stars, just to study her face.

Calm and contempt by his side, he memorized her high cheekbones and slanted eyes, the curve of her nose. His gaze rested on her lips.

Some of the kisses he had shared he remembered, more so for the situation itself or how exciting it was in that moment,

her kisses he still felt.

He must have drifted off to sleep, his head fallen to one side, because he jolted at Belly getting up next to him. Their eyes met and she furrowed her brows, seemingly as an apology for waking him up. Jeremiah smiled in response.

*I want to go for a walk... Do you want to come too?*, she whispered sounding hopeful.

Despite the welcome offer he fought with himself- the resentful part in him, that still needed time to heal after their fall out, wanted to ignore her. But his heart seemed to pull him after her, careful not to wake up any of the others.

They wandered around for a bit, exploring the grounds and enjoying the peace their closeness brought them. But there was only so much time before the sun would come up and Belly began to steer them back to their sleeping place.

Seeing her walking, turned away from him, in front of the stars he had to call out to her.

*Bells-*, she turned around for him and he caught the melancholy look she had before it left her eyes, making his heart sink.

The closeness he felt always seemed to be cut by memories of his brother. But now he was the one she had turned to. He took one stride and was in front of her, feeling her taking in his presence.

Warmth radiated off of him like the sun. He was beautiful, basked in the moonlight, his pale blue eyes brushing over her face. She felt a familiar heat rise to her cheeks, feeling as if he was scrutinizing her.

Realizing how deeply her behavior last summer had hurt him, although they had made up, she was left with shame. Shame about how blindsided she had acted, for drowning in sorrow and love and forgetting him and now, deep down, for wanting him again.

The want left her feeling prickly, on edge and exposed.

Her eyes didn't dare to meet his and he felt her pulling back, instead of leaning in to him. Slowly he knew, she would turn back to Conrad, and the others. Forget that this moment existed... How could he let her?

Belly turned, not wanting to face the guilt that looking at him like that brought up. He was so precious to her, but she feared hurting him again, she did not deserve his eyes adoring her. So she tried to step back, his hand on her forarm stopped her.

*Belly wait.*, he begged and she flinched at how vulnerable he sounded. Resisting the urge to look at him immediatly she wanted to pull her arm free to calm down before facing him. Except he did not let go. This time he held on to her and suprised them both with his determimation.

It made her look back at him, suprised, confused. The Jeremiah she knew was not afraid to touch her but always knew if she did not want to be touched. Him pulling her into his chest made her heart skip a beat.

*Jeremiah?*, looking up at him she took note of the creases in his forehead. He seemed to be as suprised as she was. His arm had moved iinstictually. That was no excuse for not letting go, he knew, but he felt defiant now. This time he wanted her to stay.

*Bells I don't think I can deal with it again.*, the words bubbled up before he could overthink them.

*With us to-*, her voice stopped. She could deal with it, he had dealt with her putting up boundaries. She would deal with it, if he did not want her the same way as before.

*With you going back to him.*

*Conrad.*, she concluded looking at anything but Jeremiahs eyes again.

*Please- Bells, look at me.*, even though his voice was hushed she felt the urgency in it and met his piercing gaze just to ease the ever rising tension between them.

*I still remember every moment we spent together.*, his hand left her arm and softly caressed her cheek.

His touch lifted her worries off her and she felt like she had found a fresh spring, in a terrible drought.

As endearing as her head nuzzling his hand was to him, he wanted her even closer. So he slowly moved their faces, his hand guiding her, at the back of her head. Eyes doubling in size, she leaned back before their lips could connect. His brows narrowed and he stilled.

*I don't deserve you. I can't- I was...* at his attempt at physical intimacy all her shame and guilt spilled out of her.

A short peck on her lips stopped her from rambling and she was left speechless.

*I want you Belly, now and forever. No turning away again. Please.*, his breath hitched and he had to look at the ground just to organize his next words.

*I know Conrad will always have a part in your life and own a piece of your heart. But... the rest of it belongs to me.*

She shivered in his hold. It was the first time she really understood how urgently and feverishly he loved her.

It burned the doubts left in her and ignited her need for him.

Before another word could be exchanged her lips found his.

By the time they went back to the others their lips were prickling and their hands securely intertwined.

This time they laid down facing each other and he did not turn on his back.

He did not even try to look away from her before falling back to sleep.

He had made up his mind, she just had to look forward, he was determined to help her remember that.

[ineedsleepsoleavemealone]

If Belly and Conrad were a bit more mature, and didn't break up at Belly's prom.

[fandom-addict404]

Anxiety’s One Hell of a Problem II

It’s the fourth and everyone’s there. Julia, Adam, Jeremiah, Conrad, Laurel, who also brought Cleveland, Belly, Steven, and even a couple of Belly’s deb friends were in town.

The party is bustling with some in the pool, conversation taking place all over the property, and their catered food—since Susannah always did all of the cooking—being shared amongst the people.

Everyone knows it’s different. They all can feel it in the air, the tension, the awkwardness. But Conrad wasn’t only feeling the tension in the air but in himself. He keeps thinking back to Steven saying, ‘have you ever thought of therapy?’ That singular comment has been taking up his mind for days and he can’t seem to shake it.

“Hey, Conrad! What’s up, man?” Cleveland greets, handing Conrad a plate of crackers and various cheeses.

“Oh, hey, Cleveland! How are you? How’s that…uh…book coming?”

“It’s good! You know, those sailing lessons or yours are really coming in handy. Very informative.”

“I uh…I didn’t know you’d be in town.”

“Laurel actually invited me and I thought I’d stop by and say ‘hello’ and see how it’s going.” Cleveland says. Conrad sees that Cleveland has started growing his beard back, with the little stubbles of gray hairs coming in along his mustache and chin area.

“Oh! Laurel, huh.”

Cleveland lets out a nervous yet amused laugh. “Yes, Laurel. I don’t know yet but—“

“Well, you didn’t hear it from me but I’m really rooting for you guys.”

“Are you now?”

“Yeah! Laurel likes you and you clearly like her too.”

“Clearly?”

“Yeah! You’re all goo-goo-ga-ga over her.”

“Says you! I’ve been seeing you stealing glances at Belly all day—“

Conrad’s heart stops for a moment as he clenches his hands onto the platter. “It’s not like that. She’s with Jeremiah.”

Cleveland clears his throat uncomfortably, a pang of guilt hitting his stomach. “Hey, I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know.”

“No, no it’s okay. I’m just going to—“ Conrad sputters looking in the opposite direction towards some people near the pool.

“Hey, Conrad?”

“Yeah?”

“If you ever need to talk, you can always call me. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I know that. Thanks, Cleveland.”

“You know, when I was dealing with really bad depression, talking to someone—just being able to vocalize that… pain—was really helpful. Losing someone is really hard and—“

“Yeah, I know, Cleveland. Thanks.” Conrad says, cutting Cleveland off. He couldn’t take hearing one more person trying to be his personal psychologist and overanalyze him. Sure Cleveland helped him through his first panic attack during that hot summer day on the boat—one of his weakest moments in Conrad’s opinion—but he wasn’t about to make this all about him. He knew he meant well but he wasn’t about to abandon Jeremiah and Belly when they needed him. Not now and not ever.

Conrad nods and nervously walks off. He takes a breath, rubbing his chest with the heel of his palm and heads for inside where he sees Steven talking with Taylor. Steven is slyly smiling with her as she throws her head back laughing.

Conrad was planning on just walking past them, as they seem to be preoccupied but then Steven spots him and waves him over.

“Hey, man! Sup?” Steven greets, handing him a glass of some beverage, noticing Conrad’s hand rubbing his chest. He hands him his cup of water. “Thirsty?”

Conrad takes it, noticing that his throat has suddenly gone dry.

“Yeah. Thanks, man.” He takes a sip, letting the water cascade down his throat. “How are you? Getting ready for college?”

“Yeah! I’ve been shopping and visited the campus a couple of days ago with my dad. You ready for Stanford?”

“Yeah, yeah. Gonna drive over a couple of weeks.”

“Babe, I’m gonna go find Belly but I’ll see you later, ‘kay?” Steven nods giving Taylor a quick peck before she walks off.

“So, uh…how are you doing, man?”

“I’m good—“

“No. How are you really doing? Like, for real, man.” Steven asks. “You seem…nervous, worried.”

Conrad forces the muscles around his mouth into a carefree expression, though his eyes telling a very different story.

“It’s okay— to feel on edge. The fourth has always been Susannah’s thing and I—“

Conrad leans in swiftly, his muscles in his jaw tensing. “Can you stop? Please. I really can’t do this right now.”

“Conrad—“

“I have been having essentially a 2 hour long anxiety attack, trying to get through this day, okay?! I really can’t take this right now.” He lets out a shaky half-of-a-breath, breaking eye contact with Steven.

“Exactly. Which is why you should at least consider therapy! This isn’t healthy. This suppression, constant anxiety. It’s okay to ask for help, Connie.”

Conrad froze.

Connie.

His mom used to call him that. And at that exact moment, he felt his breath stop. The tremors in his hands become visible, his vision blurring.

Though his mind is in a fog, he feels his feet carry him. To where? He has no idea. Just out of there, away from that conversation.

He ran up the stairs. He felt himself bump into people as he stumble into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He leans his body weight against the wall, muttering to himself, “It’s okay, it’s okay. Just breathe.” He attempts at a deep breath though it fails, only making him weaker. “Dammit. C’mon, c’mon. It’s okay. It’s just a-a. A—“ He begins pacing in his room. As his hands begin curling up he spreads his hands as wide as he can, to prevent cramping later. God, you can’t even say what it is! If, you can’t say what it is how are you supposed to stop them?! They’re never gonna end. They’ll just get worse and worse and worse and worse. And Jeremiah will find out and you’ll know how weak you really are. You aren’t any role model. You’re a weak, weak, coward who can’t even breathe—

Conrad’s spiraling was cut off by the sound of someone’s voice. At first, he doesn’t hear, however when they touch his shoulder he feels himself practically jump out of his own skin.

“Conrad? What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“T-Taylor?” He sputters, his voice shaking like crazy.

“How about we sit down, yeah?” She gently guides him to the bed behind him. “What’s going on? Do you know what’s happening?”

“I’m having a p-p-panic attack-k.” He stutters over the word and Taylor smiles and nods sympathetically.

“May I?” She asks, hovering her hand over his chest.

Conrad nods and she places her hand over his heart.

“Just try to take some deep breaths, okay?” Conrad nods, following Taylor’s exaggerated breathing. “See? Your heart rate is already slowing down.”

“Yeah.” Conrad replies, his throat scratchy and shaky.

“So have you had that happen before?”

“Um…yeah. A lot, actually. I really should’ve seen that coming.”

“How long?”

“Since last summer.” Conrad pauses to look at Taylor. Her usual snarky smile has been replaced with a calm and sympathetic expression. “I only had one last summer but when I got to school, they got worse, and the longer I was away from home, the more frequent and severe they got.”

“Conrad, I had no idea.”

“How would you? I didn’t want anyone to know.”

“Am I the only one?”

“No. Steven knows, helped me through one earlier this summer and…Belly is aware of one but she doesn’t know…”

“How often they are.”

“Yeah.”

“You gonna come back down or?”

“I think i’m just gonna stay up here for a bit.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Oh, and if you ever need to talk to someone or feel your anxiety get worse, you can always talk to me but I would highly recommend talking to a professional.”

“Like a therapist?”

“Yeah. It really helped me through my parents’ divorce. Working out all my shit and stuff.”

“I‘ll think about it.” Conrad says. “And Taylor?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for helping me. I know you’re not my biggest fan so it means a lot. Truly.”

“No sweat off my back. Plus, this kind of helps.”

“How?”

“Well, now I know you’re not just some random dick, you’ve got shit.”

Conrad chuckles, almost smiling. “Yeah. I’ve got shit for sure.”

Taylor leaves, closing the door behind her, leaving Conrad in his bedroom.

After a moment or so, Conrad looks up “therapists near me” in the google search bar and starts looking through the results.

He then changes his search to “therapists near Stanford University.” and finds a therapist that’s not only near the university but works through the school so he gets it free of charge. Part of the school’s mission and such.

Though there’s still a slight pull on his chest. A new feeling starts to form. Hope. Hope for a happier future, lighter heart, and hope for freedom from all the shit that’s happened to him in the past year and a half.

Could Conrad be…happy? free?

There’s only one way to find out.