#steven conklin fanfiction
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dating steven conklin would include
• steven is the boyfriend who is FULL of surprises, yet he’s predictably unpredictable. you can always sense when he's about to pull a stunt, but the exact nature of his antics remain a mystery.
• he'll go to great lengths to impress you, even if it means looking utterly ridiculous.
• steven insists on walking on the side of the sidewalk closest to the road. if you end up on that side, he will grab your hand and pull you next to him that way he's next to the road instead.
• WHEN HE KNOWS THE SIDEWALK RULE>>>
• as belly’s older brother, steven is inherently protective. you've witnessed his overprotectiveness with her and thought it couldn’t intensify, but you were mistaken.
• during conversations, if he disagrees with something you say, he will playfully shove you away with a full-on palm-over-the-face gesture to cut you off.
• steven is EXTREMELY competitive. his competitive nature will inevitably get on your nerves, but he likes to claim that it’s all a part of his charm.
• dating steven means becoming instant best friends with belly. she’s a sweetheart who treats you like family and includes you in all the conklin family activities.
• the two of you actually have regular hangouts without steven (he claims that he hates this, but he’s secretly happy that you get along with his sister so well).
• steven has a unique way of pulling you into his hugs— always by your shoulders first. his hugs are incredibly strong, often knocking the wind out of you, which never fails to make him laugh.
• in public, steven tends to treat you more like a friend, maintaining a platonic demeanor in front of others, but he's extra affectionate when you're alone together.
• friends in public, lovers in private >>>
• this man ADORES spoiling you and has an uncanny ability to pick up on even the subtlest hints, often surprising you with exactly what you wanted the next day. he deeply appreciates any thoughtful gesture, even if it’s just a bottle of his favorite drink (that’s half empty).
• steven has an insane habit of giving you nicknames that range from variations of your name to obscure inside jokes that only the two of you understand. it doesn’t matter if the nickname is embarrassing; he’ll use it freely in front of everyone, so be prepared.
• he will 100% call you pookie.
• while he's not the jealous type and is generally pretty secure with himself and your relationship, he can get overly involved if he suspects someone might be flirting with you.
• he’ll insert himself into the conversation, even if it’s clear he’s not welcome, and he might even go as far as to wrap his arm around the person and loudly declare how the two of you should be "best friends" because he "feels a connection." his over-the-top friendliness often makes the other person uncomfortable enough to leave.
• steven LIVES for making you laugh, even when you don’t want to (especially during arguments). his humor is his way of diffusing the tension, though he will eventually get serious to address the issue.
• when steven kisses you, he always takes the lead. he'll gently hold your face, guiding you to match his pace, and often hooks his thumb and forefinger around the shell of your ear, brushing past your hair to get as close as possible. <33
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STILL INTO YOU ↠ 「 The Summer I Turned Pretty 」
Profile of Natalie Fisher.
NOTE: I decide to change my OC’s name to Natalie, apologies for such confusion as I previously was not sure that I was only feeling Stephanie for this particular OC’s name anymore so I decided to write the OC as having two names. I’ll use Alexandra for a different OC’s name. Also, beware that if she has a love interest, it will most likely be Steven and I’m thinking of writing Natalie and Steven’s relationship as a slow-burn romance.
ABOUT ↴
FULL NAME: NATALIE CELESTE FISHER.
NICKNAMES: TALIA. (everyone), NAT, KID, KIDDO. (conrad), NATE, HIPPIE. (jeremiah), PRINCESS, MY LITTLE GIRL. (adam), MISS THING. (laurel), NATY. (belly and steven), NELLY, MY MINI ME, MY HEART. (susannah), GREENPEACE. (cousins beach residents).
PLACE OF BIRTH: NEW YORK.
NATIONALITY: AMERICAN.
DATE OF BIRTH: MARCH 5th 2005.
ZODIAC SIGN: PISCES.
AGE: EIGHTEEN.
GENDER: FEMALE.
EYE COLOR: BLUE.
HAIR COLOR: BROWN.
HEIGHT: 5’7.
STATUS: ALIVE.
ORGIN: THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY.
RESIDENCE: NEW YORK, COUSINS BEACH.
SKILLS: PHOTOGRAPHY, PLAYING BASS GUITAR, PAINTING, SOCCER.
STRENGTHS: CREATIVE, COMPASSIONATE, GENTLE, CURIOUS, INDEPENDENT, LISTENS WITH AN OPEN MIND AND ADVENTUROUS.
WEAKNESSES: COMPETITIVE, EASILY STRESSED, UNPREDICTABLE, FEAR OF COMMITMENT.
PERSONALITY TYPE: ESTP.
ENNEAGRAM: 7w8.
HOBBIES: PHOTOGRAPHY, PAINTING, SMOKING WEED, PARTYING, PLAYING BASS GUITAR, SURFING, MEDICINE.
GOALS: TO BECOME A NURSE. (ongoing).
FAMILY: ADAM FISHER. (father, estranged), SUSANNAH FISHER. (mother, deceased), CONRAD FISHER. (older brother), JEREMIAH FISHER. (younger brother), JULIA. (aunt), SKYE. (cousin), UNNAMED. (grandmother), UNNAMED. (great-grandmother).
FRIENDS: SHAYLA WANG. (best friend), NICOLE. (close friend), BELLY CONKLIN. (close friend), TAYLOR. (good friend), STEVEN CONKLIN. (close friend), LAUREL CONKLIN. (friend, like a mother).
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: PANSEXUAL.
LOVE INTERESTS: STEVEN CONKLIN. (close friend, potential eventual love interest), UNNAMED. (ex-boyfriend), UNNAMED. (hookups), UNNAMED. (ex-girlfriend).
FIRST APPEARANCE: SUMMER HOUSE.
LATEST APPEARANCE: LOVE TRIANGLE.
SEASONS: ONE, TWO.
APPEARED IN: 11 EPISODES.
FACE CLAIM: KRISTINE FROSETH. (adult), ALYVIA ALYN LIND. (younger).
FACTS ABOUT NATALIE:
1. The name Natalie is of Latin origin and means, “birthday of the lord.” The name comes from Latin words phrase, natalis which means, “Day of Birth.”
2. Like Jeremiah, she is a free spirit and tends to enjoy being the life of the party but is also responsible when needed in serious situations like Conrad. Her mother’s cancer returning has taught her and made her realize that she wants to live her life on her own terms and to explore all the new possibilities that come into her life as life is too short to be unhappy with her life.
3. Both her family and friends say that Natalie reminds them a lot of Susannah especially considering their strong resemblance in looks and personalities as mother and daughter along with their passionate interest in art.
4. Despite the teasing relationship between both of her brothers, she remains very close with them both. Sometimes, it is believed that she’s closer to Conrad as Natalie takes the time to understand his perspective more than Jeremiah does. In which she is closer to him as for the reasons explained above.
5. Both Conrad and Jeremiah are very protective of Natalie as they don’t tend to trust the boys around Cousins Beach especially Conrad which tends to annoy her oftentimes more so from Conrad with believing that her brothers treat her as if they’re her babysitters and she has to answer to them.
6. Like her brothers, she has a very close and strong relationship with her mother as she cannot imagine a life without her. Her and her mother have many similarities especially particularly an interest in art to which Susannah had taught her in.
7. The middle Fisher child is often considered the peacemaker when it comes to family fights especially when it comes between her brothers as she believes that there can all be a solution to the issue and that fighting won’t solve anything.
8. She tends to follow her own truths rather than follow the truths of others, this is something that tends to get her into trouble at times but also gave her the image of a rebellious woman.
9. Despite her tough girl facade, her mother’s cancer diagnosis has caused her a fear of commitment as she believes that not everything is meant to last forever.
10. Although, she is supportive of Belly’s relationships with both of her brothers, she hates the fighting that comes along with it especially when she feels pressured in having to choose sides on which brother she supports.
11. Her mother Susannah’s diagnosis in cancer has brought her an interest in learning both medicine and in pursuing a career in nursing.
12. As a child, she had shared a once close relationship with her father, Adam which however ended up strained when Natalie had learned of her father cheating on her mother especially during her cancer treatment and unfairness to Conrad.
13. Like her older brother, Natalie was very passionate and into sports as she enjoyed playing soccer and was among the star players of her school’s soccer team in high school.
14. Family friends tend to joke that Natalie is a mixture of both her brothers combined as they tease that she is a female counterpart of both of them.
15. Like Conrad, she enjoys smoking weed and is a strong believer that weed isn’t as bad as people think it is as she finds it to be a great way to ease her stress and to be a major comfort in all of her family drama.
16. In order to get back at Conrad with him embarrassing her often in being the overprotective older brother with scaring off guys who crush on her, she annoys him back with teasing him about his relationship with Belly.
17. Despite teasing Conrad about Belly, Natalie feels bad for Jeremiah as she knows that Belly has a crush on Conrad and doesn’t want him to get his heartbroken nor expect too much when he doesn’t have much of a chance.
18. Besides smoking weed, painting, surfing and partying, she also enjoys time in playing the bass guitar which she had taught herself at a young age.
19. Rock music is among her top favorite genres of music as Fleetwood Mac, Led Zeppelin, Joy Division, The Beatles and The Rolling Stones are among her favorite bands.
20. She frequently gets told that she’s very alike to Conrad especially, particularly in resemblance and multiple personality traits; also, if he was to ever have a female counterpart, she’d be it which annoys her quite often.
21. Like her brother, she also enjoys surfing which is something that Conrad had taught her in. The two often enjoy spending time together with surfing along with smoking weed.
22. Conrad understandably has expressed an undeniable soft spot for his sister oftentimes to which Natalie sometimes uses to her advantage which was another thing he taught her and has helped herself immensely.
23. Natalie is considered to be the girl to run to when in need of gossip around Cousins Beach as she’s very close to numerous people who confide their gossip and secrets to her. However, she remains to keep them a secret.
24. As mentioned, Natalie oftentimes gets told that she is her mother’s lookalike and mini me as they share similar interests and personality traits. However, since her mother’s death, she’s become heartbroken by the comment simply as it brings her a lot of grief and heartache.
25. Conrad has mentioned when discussing about his sister that among other reasons, he admires her for her kind heart. As he views her as someone who is always willing to help someone and never judge them. Because of their closeness in age, they are also close as siblings and they often talk, she has never criticized him for how he sees things even if she has opposite views.
26. Natalie is the ultimate rock and folk music fan as Conrad notes considering she collects vinyl records and can oftentimes be found playing her bass guitar when in times of need and distress as she explained that it brings her back to herself.
27. Residents of Cousins Beach teasingly call her greenpeace because she has a passionate interest in caring for the environment. This along with her personality traits of being free spirited and preaching to spread love and not hate earns her the description of being called a hippie in which sometimes Jeremiah entertains the description which she despises.
28. When she was younger and once Conrad discovered his own love for surfing, he had taught Natalie how to surf which is another thing the two often bond over. The Fisher siblings’s love of surfing is something very passionate with the two often admitting that they spend some of their summer days at the beach surfing.
29. Natalie has a mixture of both hippie and grunge style in fashion and music. She favors both tastes as she believes that they both represent herself along with her personality.
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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 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
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THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY MASTERLIST ் ༘
[ ↷ m. masterlist ]
[ ❏ legend , ]
✿ fluff ! ☁︎ angst ! ★ smut !
♥︎ personal favorite ! ✓ complete !
ᝰ currently writing !
❛ jeremiah fisher ❜
𓄼 oneshots 𓄹
ᝰ | kiss you then forget you:
( crush culture, conan gray )
☁︎✿
IN WHICH you and jeremiah were the happiest couple in boston, and nothing could come between the two of you . . . until he left for cousins
ᝰ | i need you, baby, to warm these lonely nights:
( can't take my eyes off you, frankie valli )
✿
IN WHICH you've been grounded for two weeks and you were beginning to go crazy, and jeremiah has just the right solution to all your problems
𓄼 mini-fics 𓄹
tba
❛ steven conklin ❜
𓄼 oneshots 𓄹
ᝰ | i used to think we'd make it far:
( pain, pinkpantheress )
☁︎
IN WHICH being best friends with steven conklin was proving to be the most difficult task you would've ever been assigned, and shayla and taylor weren't making it any easier
ᝰ | you know my heart can't take the pain:
( loverboy, a-wall )
☁︎✿
IN WHICH you, the youngest fisher child, and steven have grown up together, and you've made it a point to flirt with each other every single summer . . . but this time, it hurts
𓄼 mini-fics 𓄹
tba
❛ cam cameron ❜
𓄼 oneshots 𓄹
ᝰ | i fall in love too easily:
( i fall in love too easily, chet baker )
☁︎✿
IN WHICH it feels like love at first sight when you first lay your eyes on cameron, but of course, like every other boy you've liked, his heart has already been captured by the one and only belly conklin
ᝰ | my youth is yours:
( youth, troye sivan )
✿
IN WHICH you're originally a rebound for cameron, and if nothing more, you would be happy to devote all your youth to him and being his rebound
𓄼 mini-fics 𓄹
tba
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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."
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THE HUNGER GAMES
⋆ lucy gray baird drabbles...
⋆ tigris snow drabbles...
⋆ coriolanus snow drabbles...
OUTER BANKS
⋆ rafe cameron drabbles...
⋆ sarah cameron drabbles...
⋆ jj maybank drabbles...
⋆ pope heyward drabbles...
THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY
⋆ isabel conklin drabbles...
⋆ steven conklin drabbles...
⋆ conrad fisher drabbles...
STRANGER THINGS
⋆ steve harrington drabbles...
⋆ robin buckley drabbles...
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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🫢
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After a year of not taking requests I will be doing requests for Jeremiah, Steven and Belly from The Summer I turned pretty :)
#fanfiction#jeremiah fisher x reader#steven conklin#steven conklin x reader#jeremiah fisher x you#jeremiah fisher#belly conklin#belly conklin x reader
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If Belly and Conrad were a bit more mature, and didn't break up at Belly's prom.
#ao3#fanfiction#archive of our own#belly x conrad#team bonrad#bonrad#belly conklin#conrad fisher#the summer i turned pretty#tsitp#isabel conklin#steven conklin
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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.
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Jeremiah Fisher x Steven Conklin | Hush now, i know we're a little too fucked up to stay still, love
Tags: Drunken Shenanigans, One Shot, Flirting, Drunken Flirting, Underage Drinking, can be read as platonic or romantic, Jeremiah is responsible for the first time in his life, Steven is a drunk flirt, They kinda in love but kinda not, I was having fun writing this, Not Beta Read, Fluff, Short & Sweet.
Summary:
Steven has had a little too much to drink and Jeremiah is trying to get him to bed. Drunk shenanigans ensue. or Jeremiah and Steven drunk fic.
Content Rating: Teen and Up.
Wordcount: 1,076
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Notes (Same as On AO3):
Hi, it's my first fic in this fandom! I'm really excited to share all of The Summer I Turned Pretty fics I've had in my vault. I'm Ace I write mostly for Julie and The Phantoms on this account. But I'm branching out posting and writing gay shit for other fandoms.
In honor of season 2 of The Summer I Turned Pretty being out!!! Here's a cute fic where typically, Jere is the drunk one, but I decided to be unique and reverse the roles of Jere and Steven.
This was made around Valentine's Day, so I felt the cute vibes. Here are the songs that inspired this fic: 'Everytime' by Ariana Grande, 'The Night Is Still Young,' and 'Lowkey' by Niki are the biggest influences in this fic. The title of the fic is from 'Lowkey' by Niki.
(Here’s a Spotify playlist of this fic)
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Present me so this my fanfic that has done really well on AO3. So I decided to post it on my Tumblr first. I don't know how to use this platform very well so a little help could go a long way.
It was a normal summer night in the Fisher's beach house: the Conklin and Fisher teens were split: into two groups. Belly and Conrad are at the pool talking for hours. Meanwhile, Steven and Jeremiah, both boys, we're getting drunk off their asses. Both enjoy each other's company.
Jeremiah, who has been trying to blackout less, was holding his mojito in his hand, trying not to down it in a second. Meanwhile, the Asian teen in front of him was drinking that up like water.
“Okay, buddy, that's enough,” Jeremiah says sweetly before grabbing the bottle off the table trying to get it out of Steven's reach.
“Jere, give it back,” Steven pleads as he tries to snatch the bottle back from Jeremiah's grasp. Steven pulls out all the stops and grabs Jeremiah's waist trying to get him still. Steven's face was not not situated underneath Jeremiah's chest.
That action alone stopped Jeremiah in his tracks. Soon redness starts to creep into his face. It covers the tan face: of the blonde boy. If this couldn't get any worse for Jeremiah he decided to look down. He locked eyes with Steven smiling dumbly at him. His eyes pierced through Jeremiah's soul, and his lips were parted, showing a few of his teeth. It was the most beautiful sight he's seen.
Jeremiah stutters, not knowing what to do or say next. He's never seen Steven smile at him like that before, and it was doing something to him. “Steven, it's time to stop drinking and get you to bed,”
“No!” Steven exclaimed loudly. Clearly, the boy was intoxicated to the point that he lost control of his volume. “Jere, I don't want this night to end,” Steven begs. He soon gets off Jeremiah and then stumbles back down on the couch. He reaches for his phone and starts playing random dance-pop music.
Steven then clumsily gets up and starts dancing offbeat to the song. He flailed his arms and shook his hips; it looked like he was in pure euphoria. “Dance with me,” Steven invites Jeremiah with the most intoxicating smile.
Jeremiah couldn't deny the invite. Maybe dance a little, then tuck the guy into bed. He puts away the bottle. Jeremiah takes Steven's hand, and they start rocking out. They laughed as their bodies intertwined. Jeremiah tried to dance more to the beat of the song. but his drunk best friend was still dancing to the rhythm of his own beat. Jeremiah couldn't lie, he looked kinda cute.
A few songs later, Both of them were tired of dancing. Steven decided to sit down: on the floor. Jeremiah then plops down on the floor to join him.
“Okay, I think that's enough fun for you,”
“There's never enough fun for me. Jere, don't be a buzzkill, please,” Steven pleads in a whiny tone. Steven desperately tried to convince the blonde boy to stay with that frowning face. But it was time for Jeremiah: to be the responsible one for the first time in his life.
“Steven, I’m serious, you need to go to bed,” Jeremiah whispers, trying to soothe the teen as he grabs the other boy's hand. Maybe if he was gentle enough, he could get Steven in his bed before sunrise. But that was going to be a challenge.
“The night is still young,”
“Steven, it’s almost 2. That’s not very young,” Jeremiah playfully says both of them laugh in tandem “Besides, you have a shift in the afternoon, So, time to get your ass to bed,” Jeremiah added with a frustrated huff. Jeremiah hated being the responsible one, but for Steven, he will gladly be the buzzkill.
“I don’t care about my job right now,” Steven says, slurring a few words before announcing very loudly, “Come and catch me!” Steven ran out of the living room like a maniac entering the backyard.
Jeremiah had no choice but to start chasing after his drunk best friend “Steven, come back!” He exclaims loudly. Damn Steven was faster than Jeremiah expected, He guessed being lean did pay off for something.
Jeremiah chased after him all around the massive Fisher’s backyard. Steven the whole time was spewing out random words while running. Jeremiah trailed him all the way back to the living room.
“Thanks for the workout buddy,” The blonde let out breathlessly. Steven hasn’t acted this rowdy since the first time he got really wasted, But when that happened they had the whole summer gang to deal with him.
“Like that one song ‘The Scripts’ sang, ‘I'm not moving.,” The boy added as he crossed his arms and stayed sat down. Only a drunk Steven could reference a song from 2008.
“Okay, Mr. I don’t care about my job. You don’t care right now, but Laurel will kill me if she sees you wasted in the living room,”
“The only way you're getting me off this floor is if you drag me out of here, I’m not budging,” Steven challenges. He knew there was no way Jeremiah was gonna do anything. But much to Steven’s surprise: Jeremiah got up and did start dragging Steven against the hardwood floor.
Steven was making the loudest noises and groaning while being dragged by Jere, but that all stopped. Because all of a sudden, Jeremiah picked him up bridal style and carried him up: to his room. Jeremiah didn't want to manhandle his friend, but he knew that nothing was gonna happen if he didn’t do it.
Jeremiah plops his best friend onto the carpet and proceeds to: fix the bed for him to lie in. After Jeremiah: was done preparing the bed for him. Jere pats the bedsheet and watches as Steven clumsily climbs onto the bed.
He then tries to tuck Steven into bed. Then the other boy wraps his arms around him. “Steven this is nice but let go I'm trying to tuck you in,”
“Stay please,” Steven croaks out. He sounded really desperate. Jeremiah couldn't really deny his best friend.
“Good night Steven,” Jeremiah whispers before he turns around and kisses Steven on the cheek. He didn't know why he did it but it just felt right at that moment.
Steven's face warms up. His drunken state didn't help but he was very flustered by that but he manages to say “Good night Jeremiah,”
The blonde boy closes his eyes and accepts his fate. Jeremiah lets Steven be the big spoon and cuddles him to sleep.
Post Notes: Hope you enjoy the fic & Remember to give feedback!!! It is always appreciated. I don't know how to use tumblr hope I used it correctly.
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welp
2 things, 1 "Through Thick and Thin" was not supposed to come out till Friday but somebody messed up (Me lol.) but what can you do
and 2 is you want my posting schedule for september is up
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could you write a fic about conrad fisher and his anxiety and panic attacks? like he’s visiting (along with everyone else) and his anxiety is really bad and steven tries to help him but he says he’s fine and then jeremiah finally talks to him and says he noticed that something was wrong and he tells him.
smth like that idk lol
the art wall | conrad fisher
𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
summary: could you write a fic about conrad fisher and his anxiety and panic attacks? like he’s visiting (along with everyone else) and his anxiety is really bad and steven tries to help him but he says he’s fine and then jeremiah finally talks to him and says he noticed that something was wrong and he tells him.
wc: 1.6k
warnings: season 2 spoilers (kinda), panic attacks, mentions of death
a/n: since you didn't specify when you wanted it to take place, i just kinda put it where i thought it might fit lol. i hope this is kinda what you were thinking? idk let me know ig. and feel free to request more, i loved this!
𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 worth bothering someone over.
That's what Conrad tells himself every time he has another panic attack, every time his own lungs close on him just because of emotional turmoil. He hasn't died from one yet, so he'll be fine, right? It's ridiculous to put this on someone else when he's dealing with it just fine on his own.
Besides, he's not sure anyone would really understand. Maybe Laurel, if he could work up the courage to talk to her, but she's away and besides, she probably hates him for breaking Belly's heart.
He really does have no one.
Steven tries to help, but he's in over his head, and Conrad can tell that it's draining him. He doesn't know how to help Conrad, and it's hurting him to keep failing at this. To keep failing at keeping Conrad's panic at bay. Steven hates feeling like a failure, and Conrad is just an imposition.
He thought maybe, just maybe, coming back to Cousins would help. Like maybe his mom's presence would just be here and she'd be able to calm his heart. But instead, his aunt was there, and now she's trying to take the house from him, because God forbid Conrad Fisher gets to keep one thing that reminds him of his mom. Now, Cousins is just another place the panic has seeped into; another place the anxiety has tainted.
It’s when they all come back from the Boardwalk and the house is empty; sterilized, that it all catches up to him. He feels that familiar sensation of the room getting too small, his chest starting to tighten, his thoracic cavity becoming too small to let his lungs expand. The room is spinning, or maybe just fading; either way, he’s going to pass out if he doesn’t get outside and breathe fresh air.
He grabs Steven’s hand and drags him down to the beach, a common occurrence nowadays. Steven doesn’t even have to ask anymore. He knows what Conrad needs. So the minute they get far enough away from the house, Conrad’s feet hitting the surf as the tide soothes his skin, Steven launches into a story about the two of them.
“You’ve already told me that one,” Conrad wheezes.
“Well, I’m running out of memories,” Steven retorts, causing Conrad to wince.
“Sorry, I—” he has to pause to try and suck a lungful of air into his aching chest— “It just doesn’t help if I’ve heard it before.” Steven sees the lack of oxygen starting to affect Conrad, watches as his best friend leans over with his hands on his knees.
“You probably shouldn’t compress your body even more,” Steven says, but Conrad just waves a hand.
“Can’t—can’t hold myself up anymore.” Steven frowns, growing worried. This panic attack is progressing faster—and more severely—than the others that Steven has helped Conrad through. And if his strategy from before isn’t working—
“Connie, I don’t know what to do. What do you need?” Steven is slightly panicked himself, pressing a hand to his chest to try and calm the racing of his heart. He knows that his panic will only intensify Conrad’s and that’s the last thing they need right now.
“I—I don’t know,” his best friend gasps, running a hand through his hair as he tries to breathe normally. His breaths are becoming heavier and more frantic, and Steven is feeling his own body start to shake in fear. It’s not getting better. It’s getting worse. He’s not helping—and he doesn’t know how to.
“I, I think you need Jeremiah,” Steven spits out, causing Conrad to inhale sharply and splutter.
“Wh—no! Steven, no!” he gasps weakly. “It’ll just make him angry. That I can’t hold it together.”
“It won’t make him angry!” Steven scoffs. “He loves you! He’s your brother, he’ll want to help you!”
“I don’t need help,” Conrad lies through his teeth. “I don’t need Jere.” Steven sighs, pulling out his phone.
“Conrad, I can’t help you. Nothing’s working. But Jere can. I know he can. Please let me call him and ask him to come out here.” Conrad just stands there, half bent over, wheezing, but after a few seconds he agrees begrudgingly.
When Jeremiah runs out to the beach, nerves written on his face, Steven tells him, “Connie’s having a panic attack. He’s been having ‘em, and I’ve been trying to help, but there’s only so much I can do. He needs you.” Jeremiah doesn’t argue, doesn’t cause a fight, which makes Steven think ‘I told you so, Conrad,’ but it’s not the time to rub this in his friend’s face, so he leaves the brothers to themselves. Trudges back to the house, wringing his hands as he hopes Jeremiah will be able to help Conrad.
Back on the beach, Conrad’s sitting down now, his legs so shaky that they can’t support his weight any longer. Jeremiah is immediately at his side, crouching down so they can talk, hands hovering in the air worriedly.
“Conrad? What can I do to help?” he says, doing a quick scan of his brother’s body to make sure he’s still breathing some.
“I—I need you to help me calm down,” Conrad gasps. “I’m—I’m panicked about losing everything. Need you to—tell me a story about us. Just us two. When we were little and everything was okay.” Jeremiah nods, scooting closer to Conrad on the sand, watching as his older brother presses a hand to his chest as if trying to shove his heart back inside.
“Can I rub your back?” Jeremiah asks, grateful when Conrad nods. Jeremiah starts to draw soothing circles along the fabric of Conrad’s shirt, thinking to himself for a moment before launching into a retelling of Conrad’s seventh birthday, when they’d drawn on the walls with Sharpies and ended up having an ‘art wall’ in their house for the rest of childhood.
“Mom wasn’t angry, surprisingly,” he recalls. “Dad definitely was, but he didn’t want to show it. Mom just grabbed a Sharpie herself and sat down next to us, telling us that from now on, this was the only place we could color on the walls. If we drew on the art wall, no one would care. But if we drew anywhere else…”
“We’d get a time-out and we’d lose the art wall,” Conrad butts in. Jeremiah glances over at his brother, hand pausing its soothing rub, noticing that Conrad is breathing slightly easier. “Thanks,” the boy in question adds. “You’re good at the storytelling thing, Jere.”
Jeremiah waves him off, “Oh, be quiet. You’re way better than me at telling stories.” Then his gaze turns serious, “Feeling a little bit better?”
“Much better, actually. Like I can actually breathe.” Jeremiah knows his brother is telling the truth when he lets out a breathy chuckle, obviously aching in his chest, but able to breathe again.
“Um—” Jeremiah doesn’t know how to broach the subject, but he takes a deep breath and goes for it anyway— “Are these, like, a common occurrence?” Conrad glances at his brother and then nods.
“Had ‘em ever since last summer. When I—when I found out about Mom. They’ve gotten worse since she died.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jere whispers, a pained look on his face. “I could’ve helped.”
“Frankly, I didn’t think you wanted to talk to me,” the older boy admits. “I figured if I told you, you’d think I was just playing a sympathy card.”
“No, no, I wouldn’t,” Jeremiah insists. “I love you so much, Connie. Even if I’m shit at showing it, I love you. And if you’re struggling, I really hope I’d never write that off. I…I’m here now, okay? Even if it didn’t seem like I would be before.” Conrad glances over at Jeremiah, a small look of embarrassment on his face.
“Sorry I didn’t tell you,” he mumbles, but his younger brother waves off the apology.
“Thank you, but you don’t need to apologize. I get it. You didn’t want to be a burden.” Conrad nods, and Jeremiah clasps his shoulder tighter, forcing him to make eye contact. “But, Connie, you aren’t a burden to me. And gosh—” he runs a hand along his face— “gosh, if I made you feel like a burden, I’m so sorry. You’re not a burden. You never have been. If anything, I’ve been one.” Conrad shakes his head silently, as if to give the reassurance right back to his little brother.
“Thanks, Jere,” he says quietly, leaning into his brother’s reassuring touch.
“Always, Connie,” Jeremiah insists. “I may not have been here for you during these before, but now I am. I’m here. I’m gonna be here. I’m gonna help you with this.” Conrad doesn’t answer that promise with words, just a small smile, but Jeremiah knows that he understands. That they’ve reached some kind of solid ground, where they both are bearing their insecurities.
“You can always talk to me,” the younger boy reminds his brother. Conrad grins, reaching over to ruffle his brother’s hair.
“Same goes for you,” he replies. Jeremiah seems to battle internally for a second before reaching over and hugging Conrad, squeezing him tight with such emotion and love that Conrad feels tears prick his eyes. After a few seconds, he hugs his brother back, a peace fluttering and settling over his soul for the first time in a long time.
He takes another deep breath, ignoring the ache in his chest as Jeremiah resumes rubbing his back. Together, like some kind of cheesy movie, they watch the waves in silence, but it’s not cheesy here. Right now, it’s the start of some kind of beginning. The beginning of two brothers becoming best friends again, maybe. Whatever it is, Conrad likes it. He’s at peace with it. So he sits there with his brother’s arms wrapped around him and watches the waves, feeling happy for the first time in a long time.
the end
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