#steven conklin fanfiction

[girlkisser13]

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

[genuinerio]

STILL INTO YOU ↠ 「 The Summer I Turned Pretty 」

Profile of Cassandra Fisher.

NOTE: I decide to change my OC’s name to Cassandra, 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 Natalie 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 Cassandra and Steven’s relationship as a slow-burn romance.

ABOUT ↴

FULL NAME: CASSANDRA JADE FISHER.

NICKNAMES: CASSIE. (everyone), ANDY, KID, KIDDO. (conrad), CASEY, HIPPIE. (jeremiah), PRINCESS, MY LITTLE GIRL. (adam), MISS THANG. (laurel), CASS. (belly and steven), CANDY, 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 CASSANDRA:

1. The name Cassandra is of Greek origin and means, “shining upon man.” The name is a latinized version of the Greek, Kassandra, a name shared with a Trojan princess.

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 Cassandra 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. However, it is believed that she’s closer to Conrad considering their similarities and the fact that Cassandra takes the time to understand his perspective more than Jeremiah does.

5. Both Conrad and Jeremiah are very protective of Cassandra 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, Cassandra 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 Cassandra 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, Cassandra 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 Cassandra sometimes uses to her advantage which was another thing he taught her and has helped herself immensely.

23. Cassandra 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, Cassandra 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. Cassandra 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 Cassandra 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. Cassandra 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.

[raven-dor]

guess i'm a bad liar

in which steven conklin cannot keep a secret to save his life…

PAIRING: steven conklin x fem!reader, steven conklin x fisher!reader, conrad fisher x sister!reader, jeremiah fisher x sister!reader

WARNINGS: sneaking around, lying, angst, arguing, break-up?, angst again, fluff ending

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

🎶 : bad liar - selena gomez

AN: steven and shayla were never a thing and it very loosely follows the plot of the show… sorry guys it just works for the plot of this fic!!

“They’re here!” 

Rolling off your bed and sprinting downstairs, you shoved past your younger brother to open the door. “Relax, you almost ran me over.” Jeremiah teased. 

Conrad nudged his sister’s side. “You missed Steven that much, huh?” 

You looked over at your older brother like he’d just betrayed you, heart in the pit of your stomach. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He looked away, and you muttered, trying to hit a nerve. “Miss Belly much?” 

“What was that?” Success. 

“Fisher!” All three of the siblings looked over, smiling when Belly ran over, racing into your arms. “Bells! I missed you.” Hugging her tightly, you admired her long auburn hair. “You’re absolutely glowing.” 

Belly smiled, smacking your arm lightly. “Thank you.” 

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Trouble.” 

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, turning around to face the eldest Conklin. “Steven. What have I told you about that nickname?” 

He shrugged, hugging you quickly. “Don’t remember.” 

“Try to use what remaining brain cells you have and remember.” You scoffed, shoving him away. Yelling over your shoulder as you walked back toward the house, your voice held just a hint of mischief. “And take a shower. You stink.” 

The air was salty, most likely because the of the wind combining with the crashing waves. You sighed, laying back on your bed and staring at the ceiling. Nights like this, quiet and peaceful, made this house perfect. Made summer perfect.

“Trouble?” 

Your heart raced, and you jumped up, fixing your hair in the mirror before unlocking the door, Steven waiting patiently on the other side. Grabbing his wrist, you pulled him in, clicking the lock back into place. “What are you doing here? It’s late.” 

He nodded. “I know it’s late. But-” He walked over, an arm snaking around your waist. “I had to see you.” 

You grinned, feeling at ease in his hold. “Oh really?” 

“Don’t go getting a big head about it.” He leaned down, your lips inches away. “You’ve been ignoring my texts.” 

“Not true.” You laughed. “It’s been like five hours, Steven.” 

“It feels like forever.” He whined, nudging his nose against yours. “Have you been bored without me?” 

You shook your head. “Perfectly content, actually.” 

“Ha ha.” He did not look amused. “I know you missed me.” 

“Don’t go getting a big head about-” He pulled you closer, gasping from the proximity before you could think. 

He smirked, shaking his head. “Can you just let me kiss you?” 

“Steven-” His lips collided against yours, and your eyes fluttered shut, arms wrapping around his neck. He smiled into the kiss, walking until your back was against the door. You pulled away, whispering against his lips. “We have to be quiet.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

The sun was beating down on the beach house, not that any of you minded. It was welcomed, in fact, especially by you and Belly. Tanning was vital, with a super sweet Kool-Aid and magazines in hand. Not that either of you truly read the magazines; they were there to make you feel better about your ‘lazy’ nature. The boys opted to splash around in the pool, haphazardly causing (what felt like) gallons and gallons of water to land on them. 

You’d yelped when the first splash hit you, your eyes shooting open, glaring at your brother. “Jeremiah!”

“What?” 

“Stop it!” 

“Why?” The blonde whined, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes. “You used to be fun.” 

“I still am.” You rolled your eyes. “Would you like it if I splashed water on you while you were trying to relax?” 

He scoffed. “Whatever.” 

You sat back, and for about thirty minutes, there was peace. Then he struck again. You screamed, standing up and walking to the edge of the pool. “That’s it!” 

Steven winced, shaking his head at Jeremiah. “That’s not good, man.”

“What did I-” He turned around, eyes widening in fear as he came face to face with you glaring daggers at him. “Shit.” Swimming to the edge, he smiled as brightly as he could. “Hello, dearest sister of mine.” You kicked near his face, and he gasped. “You just kicked me.” 

“Annoying, right?” You crossed your arms and jutted your hip, forcing yourself to ignore Steven’s eyes bearing into your soul. “Splash water near me and Bells again, and I’ll make your life a living hell.” Jeremiah just sulked, playing with a rock that was near the border. You cleared your throat, tapping your foot while you waited for an answer. “Hello? Are we clear?” 

“You’re overreacting.” Steven winced, but Jeremiah continued. “It’s just water. You used to love swimming.” 

Conrad laughed, calling out, trying to offer his brother some advice. “Never tell a woman she’s overreacting, Jere.” Jeremiah, you were sure, was not listening. 

“Jere…” You were practically seething. “Why are you being such a little shi-” 

Steven swam over, whispering in Jeremiah’s ear. Whatever he said had worked because Jere nodded, looking up and apologizing as if he hadn’t been causing you trouble for five minutes now. “Fine. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” 

“Thank you.” Jere nodded, swimming away, and you smiled gratefully at Steven, mouthing the say thing you had said to your brother. The boy simply nodded, smiling kindly and returning to whatever game they’d been playing before. 

Conrad laughed, watching from across the pool. You weren’t subtle with your feelings in the slightest. He liked to think that he was more insightful than others, but maybe it also had something to do with you two always finding each other in a crowded room, locking eyes and giggling like you had your own little secret that no one else knew. Just you two. 

“Steven!” You giggled, his head in the crook of your neck. “You’re going to kill me.” 

“Well, we can’t have that.” He whispered, kissing what felt like every inch of skin from your neck to your lips. “I can’t love a dead person; that’s odd and unethical.” 

You gasped, shoving his chest half-heartedly. “Just kiss me, Conklin.” 

“So pushy.” He shook his head, pulling away. “I’m not an object, y’know.” 

“Oh, trust me. I know.” You leaned back in, but he shook his head, hiding his lips from you behind his hand. You raised an eyebrow, shaking your head at his antics. “Are you done?” 

He shook his head once more, sitting crisscross at the foot of your bed, right beside your stuffed starfish you’d had since you were seven. “No. Another thing is that-” You ignored him, sitting up and practically crawling across the bed toward him. When that hadn’t gotten his attention, you’d opted to straddle his lap, playing with his hair until he relented. He sighed, gently pulling your hands out of his hair and holding them in his. “Are you listening?” 

“Hanging on to every precious word.” 

He laughed. “Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You smiled to yourself, getting lost in his gaze. His eyes were mesmerizing, the way his whole personality fit inside them. 

“Tell me what I said then, Trouble.” 

“I-” You batted your eyelashes, jutting a lip out ever so slightly. “I was distracted.” 

“Distracted? From what? Admiring my beauty?” He questioned. “Don’t worry, it’s a common issue.” 

“Common?” You raised an eyebrow, enjoying him squirming beneath your ‘harsh’ gaze. “Do you have a lot of girls admiring your beauty?” 

“Not common! I meant more like-” You began to peel yourself away from him, and he panicked, pulling her down, their lips inches apart. “I’m sorry, don’t leave.” 

“I was teasing you.” You whispered, your fingers playing with the hair that laid at the nape of his neck. “And you’re right.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah. I don’t blame those girls. You are beautiful.” Your lips gently pressed against his. “So beautiful. Unfortunately, you’re mine.” 

He nodded. “Damn right. Now come here.” His left arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you as close as he possibly could while the other caressed your cheek. “You’re the only one for me.” 

You nodded, nudging his nose with yours. “Don’t get sappy on me.” 

He shook his head, smiling. “Just- Just let me say this. You- you’re kind and funny and witty. I would never- I mean ever- talk to other girls. Not when I have THE Fisher Princess in my arms.” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “I bet you say that to all the girls.” 

“Just you.” He whispered. “You know that day on the beach?” You nodded; of course, you remembered. “Do you remember all the things I said?” You nodded once more, and he nodded along with you. “I love you. I hope you know I meant that.” He laughed, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. “I don’t say that often; cherish it.” 

“Oh, what a gift.” You teased. “The Steven Conklin loves me.” 

“You’re trouble.” He smirked. “Lucky for you, I live for trouble.” Your heart felt full, seeing the pure sincerity in his face, hearing it in his tone. “You’re perfect, you know that, right?” 

“Just stop talking.” She whined. “Stop talking and kiss me.” 

“I can do that.” He agreed, grinning boyishly as he leaned in. “I can totally do-” 

“What the actual fuck?” You stopped, perfectly still, as another voice broke through their little paradise. Turning your heads toward the new presence, your smile, your butterflies, all the adrenaline you’d had dropped dead at the sight of Jeremiah’s normally jovial face staring at you like you’d grown three heads. “What the fuck is going on?” 

“Jere...” Steven hesitantly spoke. “Just-” 

“Why is my sister on your lap, Conklin?” Jeremiah looked positively livid, his face red.

“Let me explain.” 

Jeremiah scoffed. “Explain? What- is this like-” His face contorted, horror setting in. “How long?” 

“It was so sudden at first-” 

“How long?” 

“What’s going on?”

You groaned, dropping your face into the crook of Steven’s neck. Anytime you touched your boyfriend, Jeremiah’s anger increased tenfold. Now, not only was your outrageously (dramatic) younger brother here, your older brother was in the room, deciding to grace you with his presence. 

“Hello?” Conrad’s slightly annoyed voice rang through the otherwise quiet room once again. “Someone better start talking.” 

Jeremiah nodded. “You’re lucky my sister’s on your lap, Conklin, or I’d-”

You lifted your head, glaring at your brother. “Don’t you dare threaten him to beat him up, Jeremiah.” 

“He’s- you’re-” Your younger brother couldn’t form a coherent sentence. “You’re defending him?”

“I am! It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Yes, it is!” 

“Jeremiah, I love him.”  

Steven smiled to himself before remembering where they were. “I’m sorry, guys. I really am.” 

Conrad shrugged. “I mean, I wish you would have told us.” You held your breath as he spoke again. “If you’re happy though, really happy, then I’m happy.” 

Jeremiah shook his head. “What? No!” 

You pulled yourself out of Steven’s lap, placing a hesitant hand on Jeremiah’s arm. “Jere, it wasn’t planned. We both happened to be here, and one thing led to another, and we didn’t want to tell anyone. Not at first, anyway. Just to be safe.” 

He stayed deathly silent, grunting out the same question. “How long?” 

“About five months.” Steven butt in, staring at the ground when Jeremiah began to stare him down yet again. “Give or take.” 

“Five months, and you just neglected to tell anyone?” Jeremiah scoffed. “Have you told Mom? Or Dad?” 

“Why would I tell Dad?” You crossed your arms. “It’s not like he cares.”

“He cares! He would want to know!” Jeremiah yelled. “And Mom?” 

“Mom would be thrilled.” You began to stop feeling bad. Now you were honestly pissed that he wasn’t happy for you. Sure, you understood that lying to him was horrible, but it’s not as if you’d committed a heinous crime. “And you know it.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yes.” 

“If you’re so sure…” He smirked, challenging you. “Then go tell her.” 

“Jeremiah.” You frowned, tears begging to fall. You hadn’t even realized they’d begun to form. “Can you please just be happy for me?” 

“I-” He looked like a fish beached on the shore, mouth opening a closing constantly, nothing coming out. “I-” 

You rolled your eyes, not bothering to wait for his answer. Grabbing Steven’s hand, you intertwined your fingers with his, racing down the stairs and out of the house, jumping in your car. 

“Where are we going?” 

“Anywhere.” You sniffled, tears slowly falling. “Anywhere but here.” 

The boardwalk was quiet, hours past it’s scheduled closing. The lights were dim, barely illuminating the deck below you. You were pacing, ranting about your brother while Steven stayed perfectly silent. “It’s not fair! It’s just not.” 

“I mean…” You stopped, your hands on your hips. “If Jere’s so upset, we must have really hurt him.” Steven frowned, staring at his hands. “I feel bad for lying.” 

“Jeremiah has been a drama queen since we were kids.” You scoffed. “He’ll get over it.” 

“Maybe,” Steven shrugged. “But he’s my best friend.” 

Your heart dropped, picking up what Steven wasn’t saying, but thinking. “He’s my brother. And I love him, but I- I love you too. I won’t give you up because he’s upset.” 

“Well…” Steven sighed. “Maybe we should just take it slower or-” 

“Take it slower?” You crossed your arms, disbelief etched on your features. “Were you not saying mere minutes ago that you would never let me go?” 

“I meant it, I really did.” He stood up, arms reaching out to hold her. “But if we’re upsetting him, maybe we should try and-” 

“NO!” You shook your head, backing away from him. “No, I am not slowing down because my little brother feels left out.” 

Steven frowned. “Trouble, can you please just consider it?” 

“No.” You felt tears forming. “You shouldn’t even be considering this. You love me, right?” 

“You know I do.” 

“Then just stay- stay with me. Like this. Jeremiah will get over it, he’ll be happy for us.” She smiled, trying to convince him, but his eyes- he was fading, her tears began to fall. “Stay with me, please.” 

“I want to stay with you.” His voice was soft, softer than it had ever been. “I don’t want to break up, but-” 

“Steven.” Your voice, in contrast, was harsh, cold, and unnerving. “Either you stay with me, or we’re done. I am not negotiating with a- a-” You squeezed your eyes shut, hissing. “A terrorist!” 

“Trouble, don’t say that.” 

“You know what I mean!” You yelled, your arms flailing. Walking to the railing, you looked out, trying to focus on not sobbing in front of Steven. 

“I love you,” Steven whispered, standing next to you, arms pressed together.

“I love you too.” You let your head fall onto his arm. “I won’t take it slower, Steven. I won’t.” 

“Trouble…” His voice was heavy, you could have sworn he was about to cry, too. Looking up, you frowned when you discovered you’d been right. “Can you just try?” 

“No.” You backed away. “And if this is what you want, then- then we’re done.” You swear your heart broke in two.

Steven’s shoulders dropped. “Don’t say that.” 

“I mean it, Steven.” You were fully sobbing at this point. “I won’t be reduced to a mere hookup because of my brother. Either be my boyfriend, or we’re done.” 

“Baby…” 

You held yourself tightly, nodding. “Fine.” You turned around, your pace brisk as you passed the car. Steven yelled after you, most definitely crying. “Where are you going?” 

“Home, you asshole!” You screamed. “I won’t get in that- that stupid car with you.” 

“C’mon. Don’t let it end this way!” 

You whipped around, eyes wild with rage, with betrayal. “ME? You didn’t even fight! You let Jeremiah make you feel bad, and you just stood there.” You muttered, turning back around. “You’re pathetic.” 

“Stop it. You’re being mean.”

“Well, you broke my heart.” You hissed, feeling the urge to run but not having the energy to do so. “Where does that leave us?” 

The town was quiet, and every so often, you turned around, checking to see if Steven was still there, following five steps behind you. He was, he always was. It was annoying, to say the least. And as the driveway to the summer house came into view, you found a new wind, practically running into the house and storming up the stairs. 

Your mother stood at the top of the steps, frowning. “You look horrible, my love.” Her arms were outstretched, and you felt brand new tears form, your inner child begging to be held by your mother. “What happened?” 

“I-” You sobbed, throwing yourself into your mother’s arms. Her hold was solace in the hell, and you wept. “I love him.” 

“Who, my sweet girl?” Her voice was like honey. 

“I love him.” You were like a broken record, sobs echoing through the house. Steven watched from the bottom, his tears falling like an unrelenting storm.

The country club was beautiful, as it always was when your family attended. Your mother had one arm hooked through yours, the other through Conrad’s. She smiled, nudging her children. “My handsome son and my radiant daughter.” 

Conrad groaned, smiling through it all. “Mom.” 

“Look at us.” Her voice was teary, and Jeremiah laughed, shaking his head. 

“Mom, you’re not going to cry, are you?” 

You glared, eyes sharp. “Jeremiah, shut up.” 

“What? And ruin my makeup? No way. Everything’s going to be different next year.” Steven stood beside Jeremiah, and your eyes darted to the ground. “Conrad’s going off to college. My girl is graduating from high school. It may be the last summer we’re all together.” 

“Mom!” You frowned. “Don’t say that. Everything will be fine.” 

Jeremiah stepped forward, pulling her out of his sibling's arms. “Just don’t forget, I get to dance with you tonight.” He started twirling your mother, and you smiled, leaning your head on Conrad’s shoulder as you watched. 

“Ooh.” She sounded pained, and the three Fisher siblings stilled, observing their mother closely. 

“Mom, you okay?” 

“Yeah, it’s just been way too long since I’ve danced. I must be out of practice.” 

Conrad was tense, tenser than he had been when they’d gotten there. Extending his arm, your mother accepted gratefully. “You coming?” 

You nodded. “I’m right behind you.” 

The table had been tense, what with Mr.Conklin and Laurel, Cleveland (Laurel’s summer hookup), and Steven all at one table. Plus, she had a sneaking suspicion that her mother’s incident earlier wasn’t from her lack of dancing. 

Nevertheless, she smiled as if nothing was wrong. Laurel admired her hair, shaking her head sarcastically. “Susannah, she is perfect.” 

You blushed, thanking her. “You’re too kind, Laurel.” 

Your mother smiled, nodding. “She is perfect, I agree. And this dress?” She laughed, admiring its cut and the way it fit you like a glove. “Also perfect.” 

Mr. Conklin smiled. “I remember when you used to run around with socks on your hands, pretending they were gloves and demanding people to kiss your ‘ring.’ Now look at you.” 

Conrad was the first to burst out into laughter, holding onto Steven’s arm for support. Steven’s gaze never faltered, though, staring at you through it all. You glared playfully. “Thanks for the reminder, Mr.Conklin.” 

“It’s been eighteen years.” Mr.Conklin admonished. “Call me John.” 

This wasn’t the way you thought you’d call him by his first name. You thought, in your daydreaming, that it would be when Steven introduced you as his girlfriend, as more than just the Fisher’s daughter. Now, it was because of nothing special at all. You nodded, taking a sip of your Shirley Temple. “Fine, fine. John.” 

The conversation quickly broke off from the subject, and you nodded, glad not to be the focus of the table anymore. The focus of Steven. Conrad even occasionally stepped in, telling a funny anecdote from their childhood. It was nice to see your older brother happy, compared to what he’d been for the majority of the summer. 

His eyes were still burning a hole into your skin. You sighed, looking over at Belly, who was anxiously playing with the skirt of her dress. “Have you seen Jeremiah? The dance is about to start.” 

You shook your head, frowning. “Sorry, Bells, haven’t seen him since you have.” You looked over at Conrad, who was staring at Belly with a lovestruck look in his eyes. Oh brother, you thought to yourself. This was going to be messy indeed.

Your mother frowned, watching as the youngest Conklin walked up by herself. Conrad just stared, and before you could say anything, stood up, walking up to Belly and holding out his hand. You smirked, watching proudly as your brother once again saved Isabel Conklin. 

Your mother grinned, admiring the pair. “Look at them. She’s luminous.” 

Laurel nodded. “For Belly, Conrad’s the sun, and when the sun comes out, the stars disappear.” 

Your heart twisted from jealousy of their apparent love for one another, from your lost love, you couldn’t quite place. You looked away, accidentally locking eyes with Steven. He looked surprised but not disappointed. Taking the chance, he whispered, loud enough so that you could hear him over the music, but quiet enough that it wasn’t noticeable. 

“You look beautiful.” 

You wanted to feel happy, to feel adored and loved when the boy you’d spent so much time with called you that, but all you felt was sadness. Sad that he’d just reminded you you weren’t his anymore. 

You pretended not to hear him, standing up. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to reapply my lip liner.” 

You’d never used lip liner, your mother and Laurel knew that, but you weren’t about to tell the entire table you were leaving because Steven Conklin complimented you. 

You’d gotten maybe three steps away from the table when a hand, his hand, wrapped around your wrist. “Let me go, Steven.” 

“No.” He hissed, “I can’t do this anymore.” 

“Don’t talk to me about that. If you recall, I never wanted to do this in the first place.” 

You tried to pull out of his grasp, but he spun you around, eyes full of want. “You know I can’t do that. It’s been torture not being able to talk to you.” He leaned down, whispering in your ear. “To kiss you.” 

Chills ran down your spine as you willed yourself not to give in. “Well, you should have thought about that before letting me go.” You shook in his hold once more, glaring. “Now release me before I-” 

“What’s going on here?” Laurel’s voice broke through the moment, almost jumping from the shock of it all. 

“Steven was just telling me I had something in my teeth.” You widened your eyes, trying to signal that he should keep his mouth shut. “Weren’t you?” 

He nodded, letting go of your wrist, visibly dejected. “Yep. Just helping her out.” 

You smiled, but you felt it, too. The disappointment, the longing. Still, you couldn’t show, otherwise, Laurel would most definitely figure it out. She had a sort of spidey sense about these things. You walked back toward the table, noticing your brother’s hurriedly talking on the dance floor. 

“What are you two doing?” Jeremiah turned around, eyes filled with tears, threatening to fall with each second. “Jere? Are you okay?” 

He opened his mouth, only one word leaving his lips. “Mom…” Conrad looked solemn, like he knew what Jeremiah was about to tell him. 

“We’ll talk about this later, okay?” 

“No, it’s important.” Jeremiah was insistent, and the pit in the bottom of your stomach grew. 

“Someone fill me in here.” You looked to your older brother for guidance. “Connie?” 

“You already know, don’t you?” Conrad refused to respond. “You’ve known this whole fucking time and didn’t tell me?” 

“Jere-” 

Before anyone had realized it, Jeremiah punched Conrad, gasps echoing through the crowd. You yelped, shoving your brother. “What the hell, Jeremiah!” Jeremiah pushed you away, tackling Conrad to the ground. “Jere!” 

You stalked over, grabbing your brother’s ears and pinching them. “Don’t make me-” 

“Stop it!” Your mother’s voice was stern and firm, silencing the room with one fell sweep. “All of you, stop it.” You let go, walking over until you were facing her. “What is going on?” 

“Mom…” Jeremiah’s lip quivered. 

“We know, Mom.” Conrad’s voice was quiet. “We all know.”  

In that moment, even though your suspicions had never been confirmed, you knew your brother was right. 

You did know. 

Your mother’s cancer had returned. 

It had ended rather anti-climactically in your opinion. You hadn’t even said goodbye: you’d woken up, and they were gone, not bothering to wake you up. You were back in Boston now, curled up on your favorite couch, reading your favorite book, when the doorbell rang. 

“I’ll get it!” You yelled, knowing the rest of your family was on the patio on the other side of the house. Racing out of the living room, you slid against the foyer floor, pulling the door open. “Oh.” You whispered. “Hi.” 

“Hi.” Steven smiled, the largest bouquet you’d ever seen clasped tightly in his hands. “I- I wanted to get you these.” He held them out. “I saw them at the market and thought of you.” You just stared, which made him even more nervous. “I know you love these, you used to talk about them all the time, and well- I felt bad, leaving you the way I did. I thought if I- if I brought you these we could talk. Y’know? Can we please… talk?” You swallowed, your mouth suddenly feeling very dry. “I miss you, Trouble, and I-” He stood straighter, clearing his throat. “I love you.” You were finding it hard to speak. “I get it, if you don’t-” 

Hard to speak, but not at all, hard to act. You leaped forward, throwing yourself at him and pulling his lips to yours. His eyes widened before quickly realizing what was happening, dropping the bouquet and pulling you close. His fingers pushed underneath your shirt, caressing your skin gently, and you gasped. “Steven-” 

“Sorry, sorry.” He spoke against your lips, trying to kiss you again. “I just-” 

“I love you.” You whispered. “I love you, Conklin.” 

He grinned, leaning his forehead against yours. “I love you, Trouble.”

Taglist:

[biggestsimponhere]

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 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[neytirisheaven]

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

[arcadian-litterateur]

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

[venuslcver]

THE HUNGER GAMES

⋆ lucy gray baird drabbles...

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⋆ 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...

[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 :)

[ineedsleepsoleavemealone]

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

[girlkisser13]

steven conklin masterlist

* indicates smut

headcanons

dating steven conklin would include

nsfw headcanons *

imagines

hey stephen

drabbles

[gayashelljatp]

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 

READ THIS FIC ON AO3

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)

Enjoy the fic & Remember to give feedback!!! It is always appreciated.

Extra Notes (Tumblr Exclusive):

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.

[raven-dor]

steven conklin x reader BUT she's conrad and jere's younger sister and theyre hiding it from her brothers

LOVED THIS REQUEST!! this is getting posted this WEDNESDAY at 12:30pm EST, so keep an eye out!!

until then, here's a sneak peak of guess i'm a bad liar...

The air was salty, most likely because the of the wind combining with the crashing waves. You sighed, laying back on your bed and staring at the ceiling. Nights like this, quiet and peaceful, made this house perfect. Made summer perfect.

“Trouble?” 

Your heart raced, and you jumped up, fixing your hair in the mirror before unlocking the door, Steven waiting patiently on the other side. Grabbing his wrist, you pulled him in, clicking the lock back into place. “What are you doing here? It’s late.” 

He nodded. “I know it’s late. But-” He walked over, an arm snaking around your waist. “I had to see you.” 

You grinned, feeling at ease in his hold. “Oh really?” 

“Don’t go getting a big head about it.” He leaned down, your lips inches away. “You’ve been ignoring my texts.” 

“Not true.” You laughed. “It’s been like five hours, Steven.” 

“It feels like forever.” He whined, nudging his nose against yours. “Have you been bored without me?” 

You shook your head. “Perfectly content, actually.” 

“Ha ha.” He did not look amused. “I know you missed me.” 

“Don’t go getting a big head about-” He pulled you closer, gasping from the proximity before you could think. 

He smirked, shaking his head. “Can you just let me kiss you?” 

“Steven-” His lips collided against yours, and your eyes fluttered shut, arms wrapping around his neck. He smiled into the kiss, walking until your back was against the door. You pulled away, whispering against his lips. “We have to be quiet.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

The sun was beating down on the beach house, not that any of you minded. It was welcomed, in fact, especially by you and Belly. Tanning was vital, with a super sweet Kool-Aid and magazines in hand. Not that either of you truly read the magazines; they were there to make you feel better about your ‘lazy’ nature. The boys opted to splash around in the pool, haphazardly causing (what felt like) gallons and gallons of water to land on them. 

You’d yelped when the first splash hit you, your eyes shooting open, glaring at your brother. “Jeremiah!”

“What?” 

“Stop it!” 

“Why?” The blonde whined, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes. “You used to be fun.” 

“I still am.” You rolled your eyes. “Would you like it if I splashed water on you while you were trying to relax?” 

He scoffed. “Whatever.” 

You sat back, and for about thirty minutes, there was peace. Then he struck again. You screamed, standing up and walking to the edge of the pool. “That’s it!” 

Steven winced, shaking his head at Jeremiah. “That’s not good, man.”

“What did I-” He turned around, eyes widening in fear as he came face to face with you glaring daggers at him. “Shit.” Swimming to the edge, he smiled as brightly as he could. “Hello, dearest sister of mine.” You kicked near his face, and he gasped. “You just kicked me.” 

“Annoying, right?” You crossed your arms and jutted your hip, forcing yourself to ignore Steven’s eyes bearing into your soul. “Splash water near me and Bells again, and I’ll make your life a living hell.” Jeremiah just sulked, playing with a rock that was near the border. You cleared your throat, tapping your foot while you waited for an answer. “Hello? Are we clear?” 

“You’re overreacting.” Steven winced, but Jeremiah continued. “It’s just water. You used to love swimming.” 

Conrad laughed, calling out, trying to offer his brother some advice. “Never tell a woman she’s overreacting, Jere.” Jeremiah, you were sure, was not listening. 

“Jere…” You were practically seething. “Why are you being such a little shi-” 

Steven swam over, whispering in Jeremiah’s ear. Whatever he said had worked because Jere nodded, looking up and apologizing as if he hadn’t been causing you trouble for five minutes now. “Fine. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” 

“Thank you.” Jere nodded, swimming away, and you smiled gratefully at Steven, mouthing the same thing you had said to your brother. The boy simply nodded, smiling kindly and returning to whatever game they’d been playing before. 

Conrad laughed, watching from across the pool. You weren’t subtle with your feelings in the slightest. He liked to think that he was more insightful than others, but maybe it also had something to do with you two always finding each other in a crowded room, locking eyes and giggling like you had your own little secret that no one else knew. Just you two. 

[whotf-atemywaffles]

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

[cumslutforastarion]

I'm literally going to end myself if i don't find more Steven Conklin fanfiction like

THAT MAN ITS SO FINEEEEEE, HELLO? WHERE ARE THE WRITERS?JUSTICE FOR MY MAN

[r34ding]

Beyond reason

Jeremiah Fisher x Belly Conklin Fanfiction

~This time around there is no kiss between Conrad and Belly and although Belly likes being with Jeremiah she wants to put the relationship on hold, to let the boys and herself deal with the grief that comes with loosing a loved one.~

Set at the party they throw, as they are about to loose the house they shared their childhood in.

*He said what to you?* Taylor asks again while stylung Belly's hair. *That's some wattpad like shit.* She can't help it, her cheeks turn red and Belly tries to concentrate on what to wear instead of obsessing over Jeremiah's words. *I really want to kiss him Tay, but it just doesn't feel like I should while we are still dealing with everything, you know. There is just so much going on...* Biting her tongue helps not to add another conjuction that just undermines her conviction not to kiss him. *But you still want to.* Finishes Taylor clearly in tune with her best friends desires.

The disco lights, music and Tequila help to ease her mind at first. Distributing shots on her roller skates she feels confident, rolling from person to person with the flow of the music. While it is nice talking to the former debutabtes she much rather be where Jeremiah is and then the alcohol turns on her. It fuels her wish to see him and she just gives up on resaons not to. *Take a picture with me.* Conrad smiles at her clearly content with a drink in his hand and an arm wrapped around Belly's waist as Steven takes their picture. It doesn't feel as weird standing next to him, touching him, as she thought it would. She managed to ban her childhood crush, her first love to where it belongs. Her childhood. She smoothly continues pouring shots, then she spots him. Standing next to Cam, who is in charge of the music. His hair and face are perfectly staged in the red and blue light. Tonight he isn't overly flirty and she thinks he is waiting for her. Belly rolls right into him, not realizing she hadn't stopped while staring at him. And he catches her. *You don't need to hurt yourself to get my attention.* His smile makes her heart skip a beat, she wishes he would not let her go, but she needs some space or she will just kiss him right this moment. Excusing herself to get some new booze she tries to stop smiling like a fool. She has forgotten why she did not want to deepen their relationship, it seems silly now and maybe she should just give into her needs.

It begins to tire her out, making rounds and being a host. Sitting down to rest on an inflatable pool couch it isn't long until Jeremiah joins her. She cant help it, staring at him and smiling and he eyes her in a way that gives her a reason to. Why does he have to smile at her, be nice to her and she can't help but think how right Susannah was, she was meant to love one of her boys.

It just wasn't Conrad. Instead it is Jeremiah, who's still smiling despite it all.

*There are so many memories here. You know I gad my first kiss here, with Jason.* Belly gasps in fake outrage.

*You know that he threw a rock through your garage window and blamed it on me?* Her face scrunches up at the thought but Jeremiah's small laugh instantly eases the furrows in her forehead and nose.

*But you know, I just want to kiss you.* Again that look. She leans in before she realizes. Just short of their lips finally touching she pulls back in shock of how fast she would have overthrown her own resolve. Jeremiah stares at her and she can't decipher what he is thinking.

*Did you change your mind Belly?* She looks at him incrediously.

*I mean, I can handle it, I feel that you are unsure about us. If it is because of Con-*

*No!* Belly shakes her head and Jeremiah studies her closely, still unsure.

*I like you Jere, that has nothing to do with Conrad. You know he was... important to me and- but it doesn't compare to you, to us now.* After she is done he looks at their hands, that alost touch. She takes the initiative and reaches for him, slowly to make sure he feels how precious he is to her. His hand feels cold so she rubs her thumb over the back of it.

*Belly.* His other hand reaches for her cheek and he caresses her, strokes her hair and she leans into his touch. The entirety of her emotions well up inside her as she watches how lovingly he looks at her and she has to close her eyes before tears threaten to spill from them-

he kisses her. Softly and calmly as if to seal this intimate moment. Though she planned on avoiding it she reciprocates yet doesn't take it further. As he pulls away, she looks at him again. His cheeks are reddened and she likes the effect she has on him.

*I don't want to hide this Belly. I really don't.*

*It's not about hiding or not liking you... I felt that it was wrong to get so close to you while everyone is still mourning. I think we should wait.* Listening paitently he is ready to undermine her belief.

*You are mourning too. I can't imagine that we will ever not miss her or not think about her, and I don't want to. But I want you, us. I think it feels right, being with you.* She had to turn her face, he was incredibly persuasive if he wanted to be, and his charm worked on her, even though it fell short on his aunt.

*Jere, I also think this feels right and I don't want to loose you, but I am scared that starting something while so much is going on will turn on us. You know what I mean?* Her eyes implore him to agree with her, because she knows she can't hold on to what she set her mind to much longer.

*It isn't easy, but life isn't, right? We can't wait until everything calmes down, because then the next thing could go wrong. I will leave you alone if that is what you want though.*

*I don't want you to leave me alone, I want you by my side.* She hangs her head, loosing her last bit of reason. His finger nudges her chin so he can look into her eyes.

*I can wait for you.* He comes closer, just a bit, so she can kiss him if she wants to. It was him trying to give her space and to kiss their more intimate relationship goodbye for now. Sealing his lips with hers, she lingers to remember this feeling. Pulling away she sees her future in his eyes.