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Send in all of your ideas and i’ll do my best y’all

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Would we get a curtain closed part 2 on them finding there way back? I loved it so much I kinda see Emily try to take y/n spot but he doesn’t let her and now sees where y/n is coming from where and how her feelings were right all along on how it looked

there is already a part two and a part three :) you can find them linked on my masterlist 🩷

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When The Ball Drops

Conrad x Y/n

Summary: You and Conrad had become fast friends, and you were convincing yourself it was nothing more. But new years always brought new beginnings, right?

There were a lot of things that Conrad disliked. Pineapple on pizza, films with stupid plot twists, wearing suits when the shirt felt too tight around his neck, when his brother would get into those moods and just whinge about everything. And New Years. He hated New Years.

He’d never been the biggest fan, but it had felt a hundred times worse since his Mom had passed. The year turning to the next just felt like the continuous reminder that he was going into another chapter of his life without her in it. And as much as the firsts were coming and going - the first summer without her, the first thanksgiving, the first christmas - there was still more to come. And every new year would now be another new year where Conrad didn’t have his Mom. And that made him HATE new years.

He wanted to forget it was happening this year. He’d go to sleep at 11:50, wake up the following morning and forget that anything had changed. He’d miss the fireworks, he’d avoid the celebrations, forget the new years kisses, and simply wake up for another new day.

“Conrad Beck Fisher are you even listening to me?”

It’s your voice that breaks him from his thoughts.

He glances up from where his eyes had been focused on a single spot on the kitchen floor, turning his attention across to where you were stood on the opposite side of the kitchen island. You were spreading a thin layer of mayonnaise over the sandwich you were making for him.

“I-“ He clears his throat, “What were you saying?”

You shake your head at him and let out a soft chuckle - Conrad’s sure in that moment he’d pause and playback that exact sound just so he could hear it again.

“I was saying…”

You and him had met this past summer. Cleveland had got Conrad a job on a yacht to keep him busy over the summer to ‘take his mind off things’. You happened to have a job on that same boat working as a server. At first, Conrad had been nothing short of cold to you. He was blunt, he was rude, he practically ignored you and everyone else for that matter. It was a couple of weeks later when you wore him down a little bit more. He started to say hello to you at the start of a shift, he offered to help you carry the crates of drinks on board, he stood with you whilst you cleaned the glasses and he had nothing to do until the guests came on board. Eventually, he started taking on more shifts so that he was always on the same days as you were. And that then turned into him driving you to and from your shifts most days - on the days when he didn’t, it would be you offering to drive him instead. He lived further away than you did and he practically had to pass your house to get to work anyway but that didn’t matter, you felt guilty if you never offered to pick him up. It was on those drives that he first started opening up to you. He told you about everything his family had been through. He told you about his Mom, his brother Jere, his relationship with his father, and the Conklin family whom you’d quickly learnt meant the world to him and Jeremiah. He told you about college and his dreams of working in medicine. He asked you about your family, found out about your own plans with college and your career. Despite the initial coldness, Conrad quickly became one of your closest friends.

When summer ended, you both went your separate ways. But he started to text you more then. He’d send you videos that he thought were funny, and he’d send you photos of the assignments he had for class that week. Those texts turned into calls when you both needed to revise some nights. Those calls turned into midnight deep confessions, him telling you he was scared of losing Jeremiah, confessing that he felt insanely out of his depth at college. You listened. And Conrad became more certain than ever over those few months that you were the best friend he’d ever had. He never told anyone as much as he told you.

“Okay you’re not listening and you’re not getting your sandwich now,” You wipe your hands on the kitchen towel, the sandwich now cut in two triangle halves and presented on the plate in front of you.

“No, no, I am listening,” Conrad ensures you, “You were saying about…”

You walk around to the other side of the counter until you’re stood in front of him, taking one half of the sandwich from the plate and nodding your head towards him, “About?” You take a bite of the food.

“About…” He clears his throat again, “Jake from work and how my brother asked you… something.”

You chuckle at him again, holding the sandwich out for him to take it from you, “Your brother has invited people for tomorrow night, and he asked me to invite people from work. So I texted Jake, Allie and Peter, and they can all make it.”

Conrad groans, “I told Jere I didn’t want to do anything, I’m not doing a party.”

“Conrad,” You raise your eyebrows at him as if you’re waiting for the reasonable half of him to return.

He instead bites the sandwich and stares into your eyes as if he can see your soul behind them.

“I think it’ll be fun. And Jere’s been planning it all week,” You point out.

Conrad shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t know what we have to celebrate.”

“Con,” You try to speak softly, not wanting to overstep a line you weren’t sure existed, “I think it’ll be good for Jere. He could probably do with the distraction. Plus, you guys haven’t seen Belly and Steven in ages and I haven’t even met them yet so that’s reason in itself to have a party.”

Conrad rolls his eyes, “I’ll stay until midnight and then I’m done.”

“Wow, to what do we owe the pleasure?”

He blinks at you as if waiting for you to retract your sarcastic remark.

“Oh, and Jere asked us to go shopping for supplies so I’m gonna go pee and then we’ll leave yeah?”

“What?” Conrad half chokes on the food in his mouth, “I didn’t agree to shopping.”

You’ve disappeared out of the room before he gets a response from you.

———

Conrad drives to the store which means he also gets to pick the music, though he opts for your playlist anyway. It’s colder in Cousins now and it doesn’t quite feel the same without the windows down and the air ripping through the car, both of you hot and bothered after a shift at work. But there was something comforting about being back with Conrad again. You’d missed him for the few months you’d been apart.

“Okay so what do we actually need?” He asks you as both of you step out of the car, making your way across the empty parking lot.

“Well, party supplies,” You shrug, “All the usual stuff.”

“And this needs two people? Why couldn’t Jere do it?” He grumbles, pulling out a cart from the waiting line.

“Conrad do you ever stop complaining?” You scoff, trying to wiggle the next cart free as the wheel gets stuck in your attempts.

“Here,” Conrad leans over behind you, his arms either side of you as his hands settle over yours on the handle of the cart, tugging sharply to free it for you.

You pause there for just a moment and so does he, until both of you seem to snap back to reality and his hands part from yours almost as quickly as they’d arrived.

“Alright come on, let’s get in and out before you complain any more,” You encourage, “We’ll both fill up on supplies and you can just be there to silently hate your life and store things in your cart. We need cups, plates, food, decorations, everything okay?”

His shoulders drop as if in defeat but he agrees with you nonetheless, letting you go in ahead of him so that he can watch as you disappear down the aisles, already reaching for things to put into the cart in front of you.

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The two of you browse each one of the aisles and you switch between throwing things into yours and his carts, slowly filling them with each aisle you went down.

“What even is that?” He frowns, examining the last thing you’d picked up.

“Photo booth decorations,” You grin, “It’s not a party if there’s not good opportunity for photos.”

Conrad stares at you as if the words had made him hate you the tiniest bit for the tiniest amount of time.

“You know, I really think you need cheering up Conrad,” You point out, eyeing up the shelves until you find what you wanted.

You reach for the rainbow boa and lift it over the back of his neck, smoothing your hands down the bright feathers that fell down either side of his chest. Conrad suppresses a sigh and it bobs into his Adam’s apple instead, his jaw clenching as he looks at you. There’s a hint of a smile on his lips however, the faint evidence that he couldn’t not love to see you happy.

“You look ready to celebrate now,” You grin.

“Are you sure about that (Y/l/n)?” He raises his brows, turning around to pick something up from the shelf behind him, “Because I think this is much better.”

A pair of flower shaped golden yellow glasses now covered his eyes, his lips curling into a reluctant smile. You laugh the kind of laugh that throws your head back, clasping your hands together.

Conrad knew he looked like an idiot. He knew this was probably the most colour he’d ever worn. He knew the feathers were itching his neck and the glasses were tight on the top of his nose. But it didn’t matter. You were laughing and he was sure that was a sound he’d do anything to hear.

“I think they need to go in the basket,” You encourage, taking the glasses slowly from his face.

Your fingertips brush the temples of his head, grazing across his skin with such minimal intensity and yet he still feels his cheeks burn a fiery red at the contact.

“Come on Fisher, we just need mixer and then we’re done.”

You disappear around the corner of the next aisle before he has a chance to think about it any longer.

———

The following day you spend the majority of your time helping Jeremiah set up for the party. Whilst you were here for the couple of weeks over winter break, you’d been staying in the spare room so you’d started to get used to this house.

You helped him hang up streamers in the lounge and balloons from every inch of space in every room you could find. There were helium balloons that read ‘happy new year’ across one of the sets of cupboards in the kitchen and the paper plates and cups had already been set up on the countertop.

Conrad had disappeared earlier this morning to go to surf and you hadn’t seen him all day since. You couldn’t blame him. He didn’t want the party, let alone for it to consume his entire day.

“So do you think my brother’s going to make it to midnight?” Jeremiah asks, stretching a deflated balloon between the fingertips of both of his hands.

“Id be surprised if he came at all,” You joke, dangling your feet over the edge of the kitchen island where you were sat.

Jeremiah scoffs, “You’re going to be there, he wouldn’t not come.”

“Wh-“ You let out a laugh, “We’re friends. He wants to see me just like he wants to see everyone.”

“Come on,” Jeremiah rolls his eyes, “You can’t be serious.”

You frown just a little and he must notice the expression on your face, interjecting quickly before your concern can increase.

“I just think he cares about you, is all,” Jere encourages, “And it takes a lot for Conrad to be as open with someone as he is with you. You’re good for him, that’s all I mean.”

You nod and offer him a small smile, “Well then I’ll make sure he stays until midnight, at least just to see the ball drop.”

Jeremiah grins, “You have a deal.”

He glances at the time on his phone and his eyes widen at the screen, which he turns around to you quickly.

“Bells and Steven are almost here.”

You were yet to meet the pair that the Fisher brothers spoke to highly of. But you’d heard enough about them to feel like you knew them already. And you also knew that you were about 95% sure that Jere had a thing for Belly. You’d decide that for yourself once you saw them together.

You’re just about to hop down from the countertop when you hear the back door open and turn to see Conrad walking in. His hair is damp and there’s a towel slung over his shoulders.

“There you are!” You smile, “I was starting to think you’d froze out there.”

He laughs and walks around the counter and over to you, standing just close enough to you that his thighs bump against your calves still dangling over the edge.

“It was pretty cold,” His voice is soft as if it’s been drained by the freezing temperatures of the water, his lips ever so slightly blue.

You run your hands down his arms, the cold of his skin.

“You must be freezing,” You frown, squeezing at the skin as if you wanted to inject some warmth into him.

He hums in agreement, his eyes on you as yours seemingly scan him, full of worry, “I’ll warm up.”

His voice is soft, softer than usual as if he doesn’t want to disturb the moment by talking.

“You haven’t told me that the decorations look nice,” You point out, furrowing your brows at him.

Conrad tears his eyes away from you to glance around at the room, eyes scanning all of it before returning back to you, “It’s definitely something.”

“Something,” You narrow your eyes, “You’re such a party pooper.”

“They’re here!” Jere yells out, shortly followed by the sound of the front door opening.

“They’re here!” You repeat to Conrad, your hands moving to his shoulders to steady you as you hop down from the counter, “Time for me to make a good first impression.”

He mumbles so quietly under his breath that youre too far away to hear as he says “It would be impossible for you to give a bad one.”

—

Belly Steven and Taylor climb out of the car and hurry straight over to Jere, engulfing him in a hug of reunion amongst a chorus of overlapping conversation.

Conrad walks out with you and steps forward to greet the three of them, ruffling his hand over Belly’s hair.

“There’s someone you guys need to meet,” He mentions, glancing back at you with a smile warming his face, “This is (Y/n)… my friend.”

“Yeah, hey, it’s so nice to finally meet you guys! I’ve heard a lot about you,” You step forward and smile, “Like a lot about you.”

Steven laughs, “Yeah the boys are obsessed with us, that makes sense.”

“Oh my god I love your hair how do you get it like that?” Taylor steps forward and starts conversation with you.

“Oh um thanks, yeah-“ You glance up and see Conrad looking at you, that same warm smile on his face as if he was relieved you’d finally met this part of his life.

“I’ll take your bags inside,” You hear Conrad mention, soon feeling the soft touch of his hand on your back as he leans down to pick up Taylor’s bag from next to her feet.

His touch lingers for a moment longer, the faintest pressure on your skin. You’re certain the contact is electric, only recognising it in his absence.

———

“Hey Bells I told (Y/n) she could get ready with us in here,” Taylor encourages as she pushes open the door to the bedroom they were sharing.

Belly looks up from where she was sat in front of the vanity mirror fixing her hair, “Oh, yeah sure.”

“Sorry, I’m pretty sure I’ve been stealing Steven’s room whilst I’ve been here so I’ll try not to be in the way,” You smile.

“No don’t be silly you’re not in the way, right Belly?”

“Yeah, right.”

You take a seat on the floor in front of the window and make use of the disappearing natural light whilst it was still here.

“Okay so tell us everything (Y/n), what’s going on with you and Conrad?” Taylor asks, perching on the floor in front of the full length mirror.

“I-“ You laugh a little, “I met him at work, we both worked on this yacht over the summer. And I think if you spend any time with someone in that place you either hate them or become inseparable. And apparently me and Conrad were the second option.”

“Inseparable huh?” Taylor grins.

“Oh no no I just mean he’s like the only person in Cousins I spend any time with nowadays,” You laugh, “He’s just a good friend.”

“Really? Because the way he looked at you earlier didn’t look like friends, right Belly?”

Belly glances up from the mirror and you notice her pause momentarily, swallowing a lump in her throat, “I don’t- I mean I guess I didn’t notice.”

You offer her a smile and there are the faintest hints of her returning the gesture but they disappear quickly.

Conrad had mentioned to you that things had changed with him and the Conklins ever since his Mom had passed. He mentioned that the start of the summer was shitty but that things had worked out afterwards, when you and him became friends. But he never mentioned it in too much detail. He preferred to tell you of the years before and every memory of summers he had with them.

“You’re not looking for a new years kiss then (Y/n)?” Taylor asks you.

“No, no, not me,” You shake your head, “I don’t even know who I could see myself with.”

You set your makeup bag out onto the floor and Taylor plays music through her phone and the conversation dies down into the three of you singing along to the music instead. Belly’s quiet though, you can tell. It might be the day you’d met her but anyone could read that something was off.

———

You’ve smoothed your hands over your dress a million times and it still doesn’t seem to sit right. But you ignore it when you hear the door open again and more guests pour inside. You grab your phone from the bed and run a hand through your hair before hurrying outside and towards the stairs.

The party is already spilling through the entire house, oddly busy for how quiet Cousins felt during the winter. Jeremiah must’ve invited everyone they knew and told them all to bring friends.

You shuffle past a bunch of people you don’t recognise, spotting the familiar curls of Jere across the crowd to give you enough of a focus of where you were heading. The music was loud and you needed a drink.

“There you are!” Taylor grins when she sees you, “I was just about to come and find you.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to change again,” You smile, glancing down at your dress again.

“Well it’s good you didn’t, you look killer,” She encourages, “Right Belly?”

“Yeah you look really pretty (Y/n),” Belly smiles a little bashfully in your direction as if she’s silently trying to apologise for something. Maybe she knew how it came across earlier, because you were already at least 70% sure that this girl didn’t like you, and you weren’t even sure what you’d done.

“Oh come on we have to dance to this one,” Steven grins, reaching over for Taylor’s hand and dragging her with him into the mass of people that were seemingly forming some sort of dance floor.

Belly steps around the kitchen counter so she’s stood closer to you as Jeremiah is busy chatting to a boy you didn’t recognise. You hadn’t seen Conrad yet.

“So how come you’re here for the new year?” Belly asks you, taking a quick sip from the red solo cup in her hand.

“Oh, yeah, well I told Conrad I didn’t have plans over the winter break and he told me to come and stay with them since they’d be here alone,” You nod, “And I didn’t have anything better to do.”

She nods, “So you two are pretty close then?”

“Well,” You shake your head, “We’re just fast friends, I don’t think it’s much more than that.”

“Conrad never makes fast friends,” Belly shakes her head, “And this is like the happiest I’ve seen him since… everything.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. Before today, you’d never thought too much about things between you and Conrad. You liked being friends with him so much that you were scared of ruining it - and thinking of him as more than a friend would definitely ruin that. You thought you knew Conrad’s type and you weren’t that. He saw you as a friend, the way a guy is different with the girls he doesn’t see something with. You’d convinced yourself of that early on and it was only today where your thoughts of that had started to change a little. Maybe he could see you as more than a…

No. He was your friend.

“Speak of the devil…” Belly’s voice trails off as she finishes off the rest of her drink.

“Okay who are these people?” Conrad comes up behind you, the crowd behind him pushing against him so much so that he reaches out a hand to your waist to stabilise him a little.

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” You return, glancing up at him as he comes to stand beside you, his arm bumping your shoulder.

“Jake and Peter say hi but they’re in a beer pong tournament apparently that’s too important to leave,” Conrad explains, grabbing a beer bottle from the open box and cracking it open.

“I’ll try to catch up with them in a bit,” You nod, glancing back over your shoulder as if you’d catch them in the crowd.

“I’m going to-“ Belly clears her throat, “I’m going to find Taylor.”

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, like you’d just been caught in the act or something. You’d never thought there was tension between you and Conrad when the two of you were together but it felt that way now and you couldn’t explain it.

“It’s weird seeing you in a dress,” Conrad comments softly, leaning down so that you can hear him a little better.

“Weird?” You practically grimace at the word, frowning a little up at him.

“A- a good weird,” He stumbles slightly into the words, “A good weird.”

“Learn how to compliment a girl Fisher,” You narrow your eyes at him, “Better than that.”

He rolls his eyes at you and grabs a red cup from the stack of unused ones, “What are you drinking (Y/l/n)?”

———

You’ve just about managed to settle into the party, and you’ve now been roped into the beer pong tournament that has absolutely strayed from being a tournament anymore. It’s just games of beer pong that don’t end. You’re on a team with Conrad and you’re playing Steven and Taylor, who are losing by two cups.

“Okay aim for that back one Taylor, any of that back line,” Steven encourages, his hands clasped together as if he’s praying,

“Steven you’re not even good at this stop coaching me,” She rolls her eyes, tossing the ball and watching as it bounces away from the table.

Steven suppresses whatever comment he was going to say and instead just wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling him into him, “We’ll get them next time.”

“You’re up (Y/l/n),” Conrad nods, leaning back against the wall behind the two of you, arms crossed as he watches you.

You throw the ball and it bounces once, landing in their front cup with a splash.

“That’s my girl,” Conrad beams, looping an arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest.

“My girl?” Steven laughs, “Can you two just shut up and get married already?”

You hear Steven laugh, and so does Taylor, and Jeremiah, even Belly. And Peter, Jake and Allie were only a few metres away, they probably overheard it too. Were all of them thinking it?

You can’t explain it after that. You pull yourself abruptly away from Conrad’s chest, probably a little harshly. He looks down at you with a frown that quickly turns into utter concern when he sees your face, your frantic eyes.

“Wh- (Y/n) are you okay?”

“I’m sorry I-“ You drag a hand through your hair but no more words come to mind on time.

Instead, you turn and push as frantically as you can through the crowd until you reach the door to the garden, hurrying down the steps before anyone can catch up with you too soon.

———

The beach was eerie and peaceful at this time, at winter too. For as far as you could see, it was just you. You were stood on the sand a few feet away from the crashing waves. Your arms were wrapped around your torso to keep in some of the heat and you were already starting to shiver. It was nearly midnight in the middle of winter; of course you were freezing.

“(Y/n)!” It’s Conrad’s voice coming from behind you, but it sounds deeper when he’s worried, more like a bellow.

You don’t turn around.

“(Y/n) you had me worried sick, I didn’t know where you’d gone,” He breathes out a sigh of relief, “You must be freezing out here I-“

“Why do they all think something is going on with us Conrad? And why is Belly acting so weird with me? And why can’t they just accept that they’re friends? And what have you said to them about me?”

You turn around to face him and it’s as if everything rises to the surface in that exact moment.

He looks at you with worry on his face but it quickly dissipates into something more level headed as soon as your questions land.

“Okay,” He raises his hands as if in surrender, “I know they’re being assholes about us two together, but that’s just what they’re like, Steven’s an idiot and Taylor always wants to know people’s business, I promise they don’t mean any harm.”

You don’t respond.

“Belly’s weird with you because…” He takes in a deep breath, “This time last year, when my Mom was sick, I was dating Belly. It ended before my Mom died and we’ve figured out a way to be friends since but I think it’s just weird for her to see me with someone- someone that I’m close to.”

You feel your heart skip a beat, just for a second.

“I’ve told them a lot about you, I talk about you to them probably as much as I speak about them to you. You’re important to me (Y/n), and I want my family to like you.”

“But we’re just fri-“ Your voice shakes in the cold, “I mean you don’t see me like that-“

“Earlier,” He cuts you off, “When I first saw you tonight, I should’ve said you looked beautiful. That I think even with a thousand people at that party I don’t think I could find anything that would make me want to take my eyes off you. That even with a hundred voices and a million songs I don’t think anyone will ever say something that interests me as much as every word that you speak. That for the past few months I’ve felt exactly like that. That I wait for you to call and I’m sure I would talk to you every moment of the day if I could. That you look beautiful in that dress and you look beautiful every other day too, even more so when you don’t even think you do. I should’ve said that tonight and I should’ve said that long before tonight too.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, feel the blood pounding in your ears, and yet all you can focus on is him.

“The truth is I’ve been lying to you, (Y/n),” He shrugs his shoulders, “I told you that you were the best friend I’d had. And that part’s true. But where I lied is that I don’t think I could ever convince myself to be just friends with you. I’d spend too long trying to make you laugh, focus too much on every detail so that I could remember it for next time, swap my shifts to shittier days just to see your face. So I’m sorry I lied to you, but-“

You see it then. It’s Conrad. Is it Conrad? Is it really the boy you’d been spending so long convincing yourself was just a friend?

“Kiss me.”

He pauses, swallowing the lump of nerves in his throat, “I-“

“Kiss me,” You repeat, more certain of yourself.

Conrad steps forward, closing the space between you. One of his hands falls to your waist almost instinctively, the other cupping your cheek softly. His eyes flick between yours, dropping to your lips before coming back to meet your gaze. And then his lips are on yours. Soft and hesitant at first, quickly met by the pressure of his certainty. His lips move against yours like the two were made for each other, his hands holding you like they were carved for you. You feel yourself moan against his touch as his hand draws to the small of your spine to pull you closer into him, craving more of your touch.

He only pulls away when the two of you are gasping for air, his forehead coming to rest against yours. His chest rises and falls in rhythm with your own.

“That was-“ You breathe out but all of the other words disappear as you’re interrupted by the echoing chorus of a countdown from the house.

Conrad’s eyes are on you and his lips curl into a smile, “I think our new years kiss was a little early.”

You laugh as their countdown gets closer and closer to zero.

“Kiss me,” Conrad is an echo of your own words from before, more certain of himself now that his veins are flooded with adrenaline.

Three… two… one.

Your lips are on his. Soft, longing, neither of you wanting to break away.

“Happy New Year, (Y/n),” Conrad whispers the words like he doesn’t want the breeze to take them away from you, his hands on your waist holding you like he would never let go.

“Happy New Year Conrad,” You return, your cold hands cupping either side of his flushed face.

He wraps his arms around you, radiating every ounce of heat his body had left as your head rests on his chest, watching the sparkle of fireworks across the other side of the coast as they ignite into the sky. And you’re sure then that Conrad would never let those same fireworks die out. And you could stay like this forever.

#conrad fisher #conrad x reader #conrad x you #conrad x y/n #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher drabble #conrad fisher blurb #conrad fisher request #conrad fisher fic #the summer i turned pretty conrad #the summer i turned pretty

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we’ll never be bored of conrad 😂

omg i love this energy !!

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2024!!!

Hello my lovelies x

I’m going to try to get back into writing more this year!! Please tell me who you still want to see work / writing about and if there’s anybody new you want me to write for.

Saltburn is everywhere rn so would y’all want to see Felix stuff? Because I could do that obvs

Are we still wanting OBX / TSITP or are y’all bored of Rafe and Conrad???

Let me know pleaseeeeee and let me know how ya feeling for 2024!!!

Love you all

A x

#tsitp #outer banks #saltburn #writing

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omg yayyyy i’m so happy ur back 🎉🎉🥳🥳

this is so kind thank you so much !!

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fault is so so good !!! i can’t wait to read part three 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

thank you so much!! Just posted !!

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fault part 3 rn.

just posted <3

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fault pt. 3 plssss

Just posted !! Sorry for the wait <3

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Fault (Part Three)

“She’s gone. She’s fucking gone,” Conrad drags both hands through his hair, tugging on the strands to release any ounce of his frustrations.

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Steven frowns, watching Conrad’s movements as he paces the room.

“I mean she left, Steven,” He snaps, “Her stuff’s gone, her suitcase isn’t in Belly’s room, her keys are gone. It’s all fucking gone.”

“Okay, okay, what do we do about it?” Steven persists, “What can we do?”

“I don’t know,” Conrad shakes his head, “What the fuck is happening, Steven?”

Steven watches his normally stoic friend crumble just a little in front of him, his eyes filling with tears he won’t let fall.

“We should be happy, you know?” Conrad half-laughs, “We should be fucking happy.”

“I know,” Steven sighs, “How Jere and my sister are being is really shitty, I get it. But you can’t let that ruin things with you and (Y/n). It’s not worth it.”

Conrad falls silent, running a hand over his face.

“Get your car, go and find her, okay?” Steven says, “You need to go.”

Something switches in Conrad at the words and he nods, eyes scanning the room to find his car keys. He grabs them and stuffs them into his pocket, checking his phone to make sure there still wasn’t any text from you. He doesn’t say another word, hurrying past Steven and down the stairs.

At the base of the staircase, his brother stands, knocking into Conrad at the exact moment that he comes flying down.

“Conrad-“ Jeremiah begins, watching as Conrad reaches for the front door.

He stops in his tracks and turns around, glancing at his younger brother, “This was never about you Jere. And until you realise that, I have nothing to say to you.”

The door slams behind him and he’s hit with the harsh chill of the breeze sweeping across the driveway. It seems oddly empty without your car parked up on the far side but he fuels himself with every emotion coursing through him, his car driving away from the house before it feels like he’s taken a breath.

———

The roads are too empty as he drives, knowing there are only a single pair of headlights he’s hoping to see. He gets out of Cousins, just down the road that would take him towards the highway. And then the realisation hits. There was only one place you’d go before jumping the gun to drive home.

He indicates and turns into the gas station, parking up in front of the small storefront. Your car is parked up in the bay beside his and he feels his chest ease, pressing the heel of his hand against his heart until he notices himself relax.

It’s relatively empty inside apart from someone talking to the person working at the counter. And just above one of the short aisles, he spots the back of your head, tilted down as you’re browsing, completely oblivious to him. He walks over until he’s stood directly beside you, both of you in silence.

You’ve got two bags of crisps in your hands, trying to decide between the two, “Which one do I pick?”

Conrad stands so close beside you that his arm bumps against yours, igniting the tiniest bit of comfort back into him, “Those ones.”

He points down at one of the packets and you decide to take his word, setting down the other back onto the shelf before you turn to face him.

“Hi,” He says softly, looking down at you.

You look up, “How did you know I was here?”

“You never drive home without stopping first.”

You smile briefly, the warmth holding you for a moment, before the reality returns, “I can’t go back there Conrad.”

He watches the way your bottom lip trembles at the words and reaches out to hold you, his eyes searching until yours met his, “We don’t have to.”

You lean forward and rest your head on his chest, feeling the tension inside of you evaporate at his touch.

“Let’s go, come on,” He stretches out a hand, palm up waiting for your own.

Without a second thought, you lace your fingers with his. He walks the pair of you to the register - stopping on the way to pick up a toothbrush and toothpaste. You stop at your car on the way over and he takes your bag out of the trunk, taking it over to his own car and tossing it onto the back seats. You climb into the passenger seat and he sets a hand on your thigh when he isn’t changing gears.

It isn’t more than a couple of minutes before you reach your destination, the motel just down the street from the gas station. It was always at least half-empty and the sign at the front flickered every few seconds, buzzing in its illumination.

You pay up at the reception and the lady gives you a key to a room on the far end, Room 23. There’s a lantern above the doorframe and the numbers on the wooden door are painted pale blue, though it seems to have faded and chipped in it’s weathering. Conrad unlocks the door and both of you step inside. It’s a small room, made seemingly smaller by the dark burgundy walls that seem to draw the space inwards. The floors are wooden and the room is cold, even in the summer weather. There’s a double bed against the left wall, and a small table and chairs next to the window at the front of the room, a desk and small standing closet against the wall on the right, a bathroom at the far end where the door is slightly ajar.

“Well, this is luxury,” Conrad comments, closing the door behind the pair of you.

He walks around the room as if inspecting it, glancing into the bathroom. You walk over to the bed and sit down on the edge, your hands in your lap. Conrad turns around and his features soften, walking slowly over to you. He crouches down in front of you and holds your hands in his.

“We’re going to figure it out, okay?” He says softly, taking a deep breath as if encouraging you to breathe with him.

“They’re just so sure this is going to fail,” You whisper, “The way they spoke about you Con it’s like… it’s like they’re just expecting you to fuck up everything.”

“Okay,” Conrad nods, “And do you believe them?”

“No, God, I know it’s not true I just-“

“Okay,” He repeats, so softly, “That’s all I need.”

You let out a little laugh, “That’s it? Conrad what about them-“

“I’m not thinking about them,” He stands up slowly and you tilt your head up to look at him, his hands cupping either side of your face, “I’m thinking about you.”

Your stomach gives you the same butterflies it had when you’d first kissed Conrad, when he’d first held you in his arms and made you feel so sure that he was all you needed.

He leans down until his nose bumps yours, nudging you as if he wanted to see any glimpse of assurance in you. When your lips curl into a smile. he kisses them as if to seal it there.

“That’s my girl,” He mumbles as he pulls away from your lips.

You hum in agreement, reaching your hands up to grab at the shoulders of his shirt, pulling him down onto the top of you as you fall back onto the mattress, “Say that again.”

———

You wake up the following morning wrapped in Conrad’s arms, a welcome contrast from the cold of the room. He’s asleep beside you, his arm underneath you wrapped around your back as your head rests on his chest. You trail your fingers up his skin, towards his jaw where you lean up and press a kiss.

He groans as he awakes, tensing underneath you before relaxing into your touch.

“Good morning,” You hum, snuggling into him closer.

He grumbles something close to a response and tightens his arm around you.

“Did you sleep okay?” You ask him, drawing swirls around his chest.

Conrad hums, “It’s fucking freezing in here.”

You giggle, “Yeah the air con is definitely broken. And that window doesn’t shut properly.”

“I promise our next night away will be a little more romantic than this,” Conrad blinks his eyes awake and looks down at you, tucking an arm under his head to watch you from a better angle.

“I don’t know, I’d say it was pretty romantic,” You turn over and lean up onto your elbows, smiling at him.

He reaches a hand over and brushes the hair away from your face, his hands stopping on your neck, where a mark from the night before was darkening into a blotchy purple just beneath your jaw, “Oh god I’m sorry.”

You giggle, “Nothing that concealer won’t cover.”

Conrad smiles, “You know, I have a present for you.”

You raise your brows, “A present?”

He hums, “It’s in the pocket of my jacket, I was going to give it to you last night but it didn’t feel like the time.”

“Can I get it?” You grin, already stretching up from him as if you were about to dart from the bed.

He nods and you jump up, hurrying over to the other side of the room to get his jacket. You were dressed in his t-shirt from the night before and nothing else, it hung just around your thighs and he watches as you bend down to pick up his jacket from the chair. He’s sure, in that moment, he falls in love all over again. He watches you like you’re simply angelic. Like in the darkest moments of his life, it would still be possible for you to brighten it. He could hold you in his arms and convince himself that it would be forever. And he knows, despite every ounce of reluctance to be vulnerable he’s had before, he would do what he could to fight for you.

You pull out the small velvet pouch from his pocket and smile widely, brushing your thumb over the soft material. When you turn around, Conrad is laying with his arm folded under his head, the sheets hanging low over his waist and the skin of his chest golden in the dim morning light. He’s smiling at you lazily, softly. And you’re sure he could be everything you ever needed. That, when the younger version of yourself thought of her knight in shining armour, it was him you were thinking of. Someone just as loving, as thoughtful, as honest, as handsome. All the small somethings that could make up everything. Your heart swells and you feel yourself fall in love all over again - hoping for the same feeling every day.

“Okay can I open it now?” You ask excitedly, perching yourself on the edge of the bed beside him.

He nods, shifting himself back in the bed so that he sits back against the headboard.

You pull open the strings and look inside the small bag, pulling out a thin gold chain - one decorated with a small pendant engraved with the curve of the letter ‘C’.

“Con-“ You begin softly, feeling the lump form in your throat.

“You don’t have to say you like it if you don’t and you can always not we-“

“I love it.”

You watch him visibly relax, the worry releasing into a bright smile, “Here.”

He takes it from you and you turn around, pulling your hair to the side so that he can fix the chain around the back of your neck. His fingers brush gently over the skin and he presses a soft kiss there before you turn back to face him.

His initial sits perfectly over your chest, over the material of his t-shirt. His.

“I know it might feel early to say it, but I think I’d be stupid not to,” Conrad lets out a laugh, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You say the words so quickly after him that it’s as if they fit seamlessly together.

He grins widely, pulling you into him.

All you’d ever need.

———

You both shower and get changed - Conrad borrowing back the one t-shirt of his you’d packed in with your things. It’s only then that you check your phone.

Laurel: Just let us know that you’re safe

Susannah: Is Conrad with you honey? I don’t want you to be on your own

You type back a response to Laurel and send it over, telling her that you were okay and that you were sorry. You reply to Susannah telling her Conrad had found you last night. They both reply almost instantly with their evident relief.

There was another notification that a message had come through from Belly but it had been deleted before you got a chance to read it.

“Ready to go darling?” You glance up and Conrad is stood in the doorway of the bathroom, running a hand through his hair.

“Your Mom and Laurel were asking after us,” You mention, picking your bag up from the bed beside you.

“Yeah?” Conrad walks over and takes the bag from your hand without a second thought, “What did you tell them?”

“That we were together and we were both okay,” You reply, following him out of the room.

“Does that mean we don’t have to go back now?” He jokes, glancing back to wait for you, reaching out a hand for you to take.

“Yeah, lets just never go back, we’ve already said we could,” You smile, ducking under his arm so that he can wrap it around your shoulders.

You interlock your fingers with his arm around you, brushing your thumb over the soft skin. Conrad hums in agreement and pulls you into him a little, kissing the top of your head quickly.

As the two of you steer towards the car, you both stop in your tracks.

Jeremiah’s truck, parked two spots down from Conrad’s - Belly, Jeremiah and Steven stood leaning against the hood. They all stand up straighter when they see you.

“What are you doing here?” Conrad speaks harshly, coldly.

“Conrad,” Jeremiah responds as is he’s instantly hoping it will calm the situation down, “We wanted to speak to you. To both of you.”

“You’re not starting this again, okay? I’m not having you argue with us until we-“

“We’re not here to argue with you,” Steven interjects, glancing at the two beside him, “We just wanted to sort things out.”

You glance over at Belly and your hand slips down from Conrad’s, yours falling down at your side. She looks at you and her brows furrow as if with sympathy, offering you a small smile that you somewhat return. Conrad’s arm moves away from your shoulders but his fingers bump yours as soon as they’re at his side, as if reminding you he was still there. You see Belly swallow the lump in her throat.

“Well, talk,” Conrad shrugs, “I didn’t pay for a late checkout so can we hurry this shit along.”

“We were in the wrong last night,” Jeremiah begins, glancing between the two of you, “We didn’t mean for it to come across the way it did. (Y/N) we were just looking out for you, and we were looking at this all wrong. Conrad clearly cares about you, and we were wrong for thinking that it was anything less than that.”

Conrad is unmoving, like he’s happy to completely ignore what’s being said.

“If you two want to be together, that’s not our place to get involved. We should be happy for you,” Jeremiah glances at you, “And we are.”

“Okay,” Conrad shrugs, “And you?”

His attention turns to Belly.

“I mean, Jere can say we all he wants but what do you want to say?” He persists, “(Y/N)’s meant to be your best friend Belly, did you forget that?”

Part of you almost expects yourself to stop him - like you should be telling him it was too far, or you didn’t want to upset her, or you didn’t want to make things worse. But he was right. And it needed to be said, when you felt like you couldn’t say it yourself.

“I’m sorry,” Belly’s voice cracks over the words and the loyalist in your heart reaches out for her, “I never meant for it to get like this. I never- I never knew how you felt about Conrad, and I hate myself for not realising it sooner, and for not letting you feel like you could tell me how you felt. But it won’t be like that now, I promise. I don’t want you to have to hide anything from us any more.”

You feel a tension in your chest settle and your shoulders relax, Conrad’s hand brushing yours again with how close the two of you stood together.

“Thank you,” You half-whisper, offering her your most sincere smile.

“Alright,” Steven clasps his hands together, “We good?”

You look at Belly and for the first time in days feel like you’re actually looking at your best friend, “We’re good.”

“Okay let’s get out of here, please,” Steven encourages, clasping Jere and Belly on the shoulders either side of him, “We’ll see you guys at home?”

“Yeah, we’ll be right behind you,” Conrad nods, watching as the three of them turn around to pile into the car.

They drive off to leave the two of you stood in your own company once again. Conrad turns to you and you can see the tension still caught between his features.

“Are you happy?” He says softly, his hand reaching out to squeeze yours.

You nod, “I am.”

He relaxes almost instantly, like he needed any confirmation from you before he could react. His fingertips reach out to you, brushing over the necklace on your chest, his thumb pressing the C pendant.

“Ready to go home?”

You nod again.

He wraps an arm around you and picks up your bag from the floor, squeezing you tightly.

———

The house feels lighter when you return, like it’s flooded with relief. You’d stopped on the way to pick up your car from the gas station, driven the rest of the way following behind Conrad - who had made sure you were in his rear view mirrors for the whole way home.

You both step into the house to the smell of baking and sweetness and some level of mayhem.

“What’s going on?” You frown, walking through to the kitchen.

“We thought we’d make muffins,” Belly smiles, “Although we were hoping they’d be done by the time you got home.”

You laugh, “Yeah, sorry, maybe I should’ve driven a bit slower.”

Belly laughs, “It’s our fault. Steven refused to help and Jeremiah can’t follow instructions.”

“I wouldn’t trust them to do it anyway,” You reply, “Belly baking has always been the best.”

Conrad walks through after you and he stops quickly, “Sorry, I’m not interrupting am I?”

You go to respond but the words catch on your tongue.

“Of course not!” Belly beams, “Just waiting for the muffins to bake.”

Conrad nods, “As long as they’re better than the ones you made at Christmas.”

“That was one bad batch!” Belly exclaims, waving the spatula in his direction.

He raises his hands in defence, “I said what I said.”

They both laugh and for a moment you feel like you need to capture it, like it was a bit of normalcy you’d been missing for far too long. Conrad glances at you and smiles and you smile too, both sharing in the relief.

“These will be ready in five, the boys are out by the pool if you want to join us out there,” Belly offers.

You nod, “Yeah, sure, let me just get changed.”

You walk out and Conrad follows after you, taking your bag up the stairs behind you. When the two of you reach the top, you both stop in your tracks.

“Am I supposed to stay with you or with Belly?”

Conrad laughs, “You’re not supposed to do anything, it’s up to you.”

“But will she be mad at me if I don’t stay with her? Or is it weird if I don’t stay with the guy I’m seeing?” You drag a hand through your hair.

He shakes his head, smiling at you, “(Y/n) don’t overthink it. It’s just a bed to stay in.”

You nod, Conrad spoke to calmly and softly when he spoke to you that it made you certain that you could believe him, every single time.

“Not to skew your decision or anything but I would obviously prefer if you stayed with me.”

You roll your eyes, “Of course you would Con.”

You step past him in the direction of your room and he follows after you, hand reaching out to grab your waist. You giggle as the two of you stumble into the comfort of his room and he closes the door behind you.

“So, I’ve either got navy, or this blue one, or red,” You hold up three bikinis in your hand and Conrad raises his brows, “Which one?”

He furrows his brows as if he’s deciding before he says, “Blue.”

“Blue it is,” You return, turning around so that you can start getting changed.

Conrad flops down onto the bed and leans onto his elbows, watching you.

“Stop staring,” You turn around and narrow your eyes at him, “Can you tie this at the back for me?”

You walk backwards until you’re at the bed and he sits up straighter so that he can tie the elasticated strings at the back of your neck, his fingers delicate over your skin. When he’s done, he runs his hands over your shoulders, leaning in so he can press a kiss to your back.

You turn around in his arms and look down at where he sits, running your hands through his hair, “I’ll meet you downstairs.”

He hums in agreement and flutters his eyes closed at your touch, like he wants to lean up into it.

“Keep it in your pants, Fisher,” You grin, grabbing your towel, phone and book from the side and heading back out of the room.

When you get back downstairs, Belly is just taking the muffins out of the oven, and she turns around to catch your eyeline as she sets them down on the counter.

“Ooh they look good,” You smile, “And they smell good too.”

She grins up at you but her expression falters for just a second, her smile returning a moment later. Though, it had disappeared for just long enough for you to notice the light slip from her eyes momentarily.

“Did Conrad get you that?” She gestures towards your pendant.

Your hand flies to the necklace as if you’d forgotten it was there, brushing over the gold, “Oh, um, yeah, he gave it to me this morning.”

“It’s beautiful,” She says softly, “I’m surprised he can be so romantic.”

You laugh a little, trying to force the awkwardness from your lungs, “Yeah I was surprised too.”

“I don’t want you to-“ Belly shakes her head, “I don’t want you to feel like you can’t tell me things. Like, I want you to feel like we can still talk about boyfriend stuff, you know? I mean, if you want to.”

You nod, “Come on, if I can’t talk to you about it I can’t talk to anyone.”

She laughs, looking down to start pulling the muffins from their tray, “So Cameron swiped up on my story a couple of days ago.”

“What?” You gasp, “Cam Cameron?!”

She laughs and her eyes crease in the way they do when they’re at their brightest, “Yeah it’s weird right? I don’t really know what he’s thinking is going to happen but-“

“Oh come on, the boy was head over heels for you,” You scoff, “I think I know exactly what he’s thinking.”

She laughs again and both of you settle into silence, smiling at each other like you hadn’t seen each other in forever.

“Why don’t you give him a second chance? He was sweet.”

Her eyes drift outside to where Jeremiah is laying across one of the loungers, “Yeah, maybe.”

“Jere?!” You exclaim, eyes wide, “Wh-“

You’re stopped as Conrad walks into the room, dressed only in a pair of swim shorts, “What about him?”

You glance at him and your lips part as if you’re about to speak but you stop yourself, “None of your business Fisher.”

He raises his hands in defence and steps past you, squeezing your hip as he goes behind you, “Forget I asked.”

You glance back to Belly and she mouths a silent thank you.

“You coming?” Conrad looks back at you before he steps outside.

You nod, “Yeah,” Turning back to Belly, you say, “This conversation isn’t done, okay? We have a lot to talk about.”

She giggles and nods, a flurrying blush on her cheeks, “Okay, okay.”

“What was that about?” Conrad asks you as the two of you step outside, him following close behind you.

“I’m not telling you,” You shake your head, “Girl code, Conrad, you wouldn’t understand.”

“You know things were easier when you two weren’t friends,” He points out, jokingly, and you jab him in the side as a ‘don’t even mention it’.

You walk over to the other two boys and set your things down on the lounger next to Jeremiah, watching as he opens his eyes at the sound of you near him.

“Hey,” He says, leaning up onto his elbows, “We were waiting for you so we could start a volleyball game, do you want to play?”

“Of course I do,” You grin, “Come on Con.”

You look back at him as he flops down onto the lounger the other side of you, closing his eyes.

“Are you shutting down?”

He hums in agreement, his eyes still softly closed.

“Alright Jere, me and you against Belly and Steven,” You encourage, “Who needs Conrad?”

He squints his eyes open and cocks a brow at you, “Excuse me?”

You grin and hurry off to the pool where Jeremiah and Steven have both jumped in, both of them yelling over to Belly to join them too. Conrad leans up onto his elbows and watches you as you push yourself off from the side and into the water, swimming over to Jeremiah’s side. He smiles, thankful for the moments of normalcy amongst a hectic few days. You were back with your friends, the people that had brought you and Conrad together in the first place. And it was a relief that you weren’t losing them anymore. His eyes drift to Jeremiah as the two of you pass the ball between each other and he wonders for a moment what is going through his brother’s head. Did he still have feelings for you? Had they already gone away?

But then Conrad looks at you again and you’re throwing your head back laughing at something Steven had said. And he knows then he has nothing to ever be afraid of. Whoever it was, whatever feelings were there, it was his initial still around your neck, his heart you’d go back to. And the jealousy he thought he’d always have just seems to disappear. Maybe that’s how it was supposed to be.

You’re in the water with the others for a while, you and Jere winning the first game, Belly and Steven winning the next, and you and Jere taking victory on the last one. After an over-the-top celebration just to really force your win, you climb out of the water and walk over to Conrad, where he’s laying with his attention tucked into the pages of your book, eyes scanning the words of the page.

When you’re stood over him, blocking the sun, he glances up.

“Did you win?” He asks, setting the book down beside him, double checking that he hadn’t lost your page.

“You weren’t watching?” You gasp, “I should be offended.”

“I saw the first game, but you keep talking about this book and I wanted to know what all the fuss was about,” He comments, sitting up a little on the lounger so that you can sit down on the edge beside him.

“It’s good right?” You grin, “I knew you’d like it.”

“I’ll read it when you’re done,” He says, hiding the hints of a smile.

“We can just read it together,” You encourage, “I’m not far into it.”

“Alright enough of the couples shit, you coming?” Steven climbs out of the pool and the other two follow after him.

“Yeah, we’ll be there now,” You nod, standing back up.

“We’ll be where?” Conrad frowns.

“Lunch!”

You outstretch a hand for him to take and he groans, stepping off of the lounger to follow you with his hand locked in yours.

———

After a full day at the pool, Jeremiah suggests that you all have a movie night and order a takeaway, since Laurel and Susannah were out tonight. You oblige and they settle on ordering pizza. Steven had found a case of beer left over from the party and you were all in the kitchen waiting for the door to ring to tell you the pizza was here.

“I just think you can’t go wrong with a cheesy pizza you know?” Jeremiah shrugs, taking a sip from the beer bottle in his hand.

“But that’s just boring, it’s not a pizza without toppings!” Steven exclaims, stood on the adjacent side of the island to Jeremiah.

Belly was stood next to the younger Fisher brother and you’d made a point of widening your eyes at her when she had. She’d blushed and looked away from you.

“Of course it’s still a pizza!” Belly retorts, “You’re just weird.”

“Is Steven going on his pizza rant again?” Conrad comments, walking through into the kitchen.

“I just think-“

The doorbell rings to cut him off and Jeremiah hurries over to answer the door. Belly mentions that she’ll set up the movie and Steven follows her with the crate of beer.

“You okay babe?” You ask Conrad, turning around to him.

He puts his hands on either side of his hips and takes a slow step towards you, his hair falling over his forehead and making him look even more youthful.

“So, I love seeing you back with these guys, and it’s obviously a lot better that they don’t hate us anymore,” He speaks slowly, “But I-“

“You want it to be just us two?”

He smiles a little, “I feel like I haven’t seen you all day, I miss you.”

You chuckle, “You miss me?”

“I think I’ve got too used to it being just us,” He laughs a little, placing his hands onto your waist, “Can we go back to that?”

“Okay, we eat pizza, we watch whatever film Belly chooses, and then we go to bed,” You suggest, “We can watch a film together, read that book, whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” He cocks a brow.

“Keep it in your pants!” You gasp, grabbing his hand and pulling him with you into the lounge.

He chuckles and follows in after you, his hand not leaving yours.

“Okay, okay, make room for the couple,” Steven grins at the two of you, shuffling over on the couch so that there’s room for you two to sit together.

You flop down onto the elongated side of the couch, legs stretched over the leg rest as Conrad grabs a plate and piles a few slices on.

He drops down beside you and you prop yourself up beside him as he holds the plate out for you.

Belly starts the film and Jere flicks off the light, the two of them taking places on the other end of the couch.

You pause for a moment and breathe it all in. Conrad beside you, all of your other favorite people to keep you company too. It was what you wanted. The simplicity of it all. And it really feels like this could work. You’re sure of it then more than ever.

———

You’re not sure what time it is when your eyes blink open. The TV is turned onto standby, the pizza boxes cleared from the table, the lights in the room reduced to a single lamp next to the couch. Conrad is beneath you, his arm wrapped around your torso, your head resting on his chest, legs tangled together.

“Con,” You whisper, leaning up onto your elbow to look down at him.

His eyes are closed and you bring up your hand to brush over the hair falling over his forehead. He hums at the contact, his nose scrunching softly as he wakes.

“I think we fell asleep,” You say quietly, trailing your fingers down his cheek.

He frowns a little and glances around the empty room, shifting his other arm to wrap around your waist and pull you over the top of him. You giggle and rest your legs on either side of him, your hands settling on his chest.

“So are you happier now?” Conrad asks, his hands strong on your waist, his words still laced a little with fatigue.

You nod your head in the dim room, smiling down at him, “Everything felt normal today.”

Conrad smiles back, “How about a date tomorrow night? We’ll go somewhere nice, just us two.”

You grin, “Somewhere nice? Like back to the motel?”

He chuckles deeply and you feel it rumble in his chest, “No, nicer than the motel.”

You hum and dip your head down to press a kiss to his jaw, “I don’t know, I kind of liked it, especially last night.”

He tightens his grip on your waist, “Well, we’re the only ones here…”

—

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You Do.

Conrad Fisher x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of cheating

Conrad wasn’t sure he would ever be ready for today. No amount of preparation would ever prepare his heart for a sight like this. The sight of you getting married.

He’d envisioned the day countless times. Running it over and over in his mind. The way you’d look in your dress, the look on your face as you walked down the aisle, the sight of you surrounded by everybody that you loved.

But in every single time Conrad had ran it through his mind, it had always been him at the end of the aisle.

And that wouldn’t be the case today.

In fact, he’d be sat just a few rows back watching you marry a man that had given you everything that it seemed he couldn’t.

It was just over a year ago when he’d been told you were engaged, overhearing the excitement from Belly over the phone as you’d facetimed her with the news. He’d been at the Cousins house with the rest whilst you’d been on holiday with your then-boyfriend. And he was sure then that his heart had broken irreparably. He’d told you a faint congratulations, drowned out by the noise of the others.

It was a little over two years before that when he’d initially found out you had a boyfriend. You’d come back from college and had come to stay with them in Cousins, having been Belly’s best friend since school. He’d overheard you telling Belly about this boy you’d been seeing, how he was romantic and he’d bought you flowers and already asked you to meet his parents. Belly had hugged you and told you that she was happy you’d found someone good. Conrad knew what she really meant; she was happy that you’d moved on from him. He’d pretended he hadn’t overheard the conversation that day. But your boyfriend had come to visit two weeks later and Conrad finally had to accept that he’d lost you.

Truthfully, he’d lost you long before that. The summer before, in fact. The two of you had known each other for years - since the first time Belly had brought you to stay with them over summer. He’d made fun of you and made sarcastic comments and annoyed you and bickered with you. But, when it was just the two of you, he was sweet and he listened to you and you two would stay up talking until the hours all seemed to blend together. Conrad knew that you liked him. And, for a long time, you thought that he could like you too. He’d even kissed you one night when the two of you were awake after everyone else. You’d started dating in secret then, stepping away from the group whenever you got a chance, staying up late for the affection you couldn’t show in front of the rest of the group. For that entire summer the two of you were inseparable. You’d left after that summer and things still hadn’t changed - Conrad would come to visit you or you’d both drive to Cousins to spend a few days together. When thanksgiving came around, you’d told Belly you’d come with her to stay with the Fishers in Cousins again. And that’s when things changed.

You’d gone to a party a few streets away. He’d told you quietly that you looked pretty before you’d all left, quiet enough that nobody else had heard. He’d got a drink for you and asked if you were okay on your own for a minute. He was sweet and thoughtful and reassuring and, for a moment, you thought that this had all meant something to him too. Only an hour later had you seen him kissing another girl outside in the yard. You’d left fighting back tears that night, booked yourself onto the next bus out of Cousins, and left the following day. You’d convinced yourself that you could have forever with Conrad, and you’d decided that day that you’d never let yourself fall for his games again.

And so he’d lost his chance that day, and lost you with it.

And, now? He was stood in front of a mirror re-doing the same bowtie he’d already fixed three times this morning.

“Con? We need to go,” Jeremiah pokes his head around the door frame to his brother’s room, glancing inside, “Are you ready?”

Conrad glances over, dragging a hand through his growing hair, “Yeah, I’ll be there now. Do you want me to drive?”

Jeremiah laughs, “I think you’ll need a drink to get through today, I’ll drive.”

He knew his brother had never gotten over you, and part of him knew he never would.

———

It was a beautiful venue - an old church in the next town over from Cousins. There was a sign outside with ‘Mr and Mrs Lewis’ in calligraphy, the same lilac color Conrad knew that you’d picked for your bridesmaids. They’d got here early because the boys had promised they’d keep Stephen company whilst his Mom and Belly were busy helping you get ready.

“Thank god you guys are here!” Stephen breathes a sigh of relief when he sees Conrad and Jere walk through the door to the church.

It was completely empty, almost eerie in its silence only an hour before the service.

“Apparently it’s been going wrong all afternoon,” Stephen shakes his head, “We got stuck in traffic on the way here, and by the time we got here (Y/n) already hated her makeup and her hair wasn’t going right and… I don’t know, it doesn’t feel much like a wedding yet.”

Conrad stuffs his hands into the pockets of his trousers, taking one out to shake a hand through his hair.

“You doing okay, man?” Stephen glances at him, scrunching his face as if he’s dreading the response.

“I’m good.”

Before either of them can tell him that he’s lying, a door from the back of the church bursts open and Belly emerges through. She stops when she sees the boys.

“Hey! I didn’t even know you guys were here,” She breathes a sigh of relief, hurrying over with her dress bunched at either side in her hands.

They were a pale lilac, silk with thin straps on either shoulder. You had Belly, Taylor and your fiancé's sister as your bridesmaids. Belly was maid of honor.

“How’s it going?” Jeremiah wraps his arms around her cautiously to avoid messing her appearance, kissing the side of her head.

“It’s…” She pauses and glances over at Conrad, “I think (Y/n)’s just a bit overwhelmed.”

Conrad feels a lump form in his throat, like he’s fighting the urge just to seek you out and do anything he could to make you feel better.

“Are you doing okay?” Belly asks him softly.

He laughs gently, scratching at the back of his neck, “Seriously guys, stop asking me that.”

“Can you blame us Conrad? I mean everyone thought you’d end up with-“

“Stephen!” Belly hits at her brother, shaking her head before turning back to Conrad, “I think she’ll be really glad you’re here Con.”

Conrad nods, “I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Okay, I should go back,” Belly takes a deep breath, “Jason should be arriving soon with the groomsmen so please be nice.”

None of the boys were the biggest fan of Jason. He was fine but he was just… fine. They never really knew what to talk to him about, or if they had anything in common with him. He didn’t really have the same sense of humor as they did and they always thought he took himself too seriously. But he was nice to you, they’d at least give him credit for that.

They didn’t know everything, however. Jason had cheated on you about four months before he’d proposed. It was harmless, supposedly - meaningless. You’d stayed at Belly’s for a few nights after that and made her promise not to tell anyone. But he’d convinced you to come home, to come back to him. He’d made you dinner and bought you flowers and convinced you once again that he could be good again.

You’d hoped every day since then that you’d made the right decision. But the truth was, you couldn’t imagine breaking your heart again in the same way it had broken when you’d left Conrad. And so here you were. Praying this marriage would stop your heart from ever breaking again

———

It wasn’t long after that when people would start showing up. Jason was stood at the end of the aisle with his groomsmen, greeting guests as they walked through. Conrad was sat a few rows from the front, shaking his knee in his seat beside Jere. Every so often, his head would flick back towards the same door that Belly had come through as if you would be coming through any minute.

“Con,” Jeremiah places a hand on his brother’s knee to stop it from shaking, “Stop looking, you’re just going to hurt yourself.”

Conrad glances back towards his brother and feels the lump form back in his throat, “I-“

Jeremiah furrows his brows, praying that he had any words good enough for the moment.

“I can’t do it Jere,” Conrad’s voice breaks when he says the words, “I can’t lose her.”

“Con…” Jeremiah sighs, his shoulders dropping.

“I can’t lose her,” Conrad repeats, shaking his head as his voice comes out dry and hoarse.

“Conrad,” Jeremiah shakes his head, “Look at where we are.”

Conrad feels the weight of reality bear down on his chest, the realisation of what was about to come.

“You’ve already lost her,” Jeremiah states, “Now’s the chance to let her be happy.”

Con knew his brother was right. It was now seven minutes before the ceremony was meant to start. And the reality was that Conrad had lost you way before today, before this year, before your engagement, before everything. He hadn’t lost you because of Jason. He’d lost you because of himself.

“Um,” Conrad wipes his hands on his trousers, “I’m going to get some air.”

“Conrad…”

Jeremiah calls behind him but it gets drowned out by the sound of the blood coursing through his ears, and an undeniably pull in his heart that was drawing him to you.

———

Conrad circles around the back of the church, letting the nerves in his body start to settle as soon as the fresh air hits his clenching lungs.

He wasn’t sure of a single part of him that could do this, and the more he thought of it, the more his chest seemed to tighten and contort. He wasn’t about to watch you get married, watch you say ‘I do’ to a man that wasn’t him, watch you confess your love for someone that he could never be. And, even all of these years later, he hoped that a little bit of you still felt that same love you’d both felt all of those years ago - that a little part of you still held onto him in the way he wanted to hold onto you.

He circles back around and loses track of his path, stepping in through one of the doors as a breeze sweeps over the grounds of the church. Conrad rubs his hands together to bring them some needed warmth, glancing around at the room to realise he didn’t know where he’d walked into. He turns on his heel to walk back outside and that’s when he hears it.

“Con?”

All at once, every ounce of tension in his body seems to dissipate. And he turns back around to follow the sound of the words now coming from behind him.

There you are. In a room he didn’t recognise was a girl he’d simply never forget.

You were exactly like a thousand thoughts of you would make him imagine - beautiful in the most simple terms. Your hair was pinned back but curls fell in locks around your face. Your dress hugged your torso, with lace sleeves, your shoulders and chest exposed, material airy and flowing around your legs.

“Wow… you…” He’s breathless, like every ounce of life had been knocked from him, “You…”

There are tears in his eyes when he speaks, like the sight of you alone was simply overwhelming.

“Thank you,” You interrupt softly, smoothing a hand over the torso of your dress, “What are you doing here Conrad?”

“I just,” He glances behind him at the door that’s now shut behind the two of you, “I just went for some fresh air and I must’ve come the wrong way.”

You nod, “Well, you better get back to your seat, you’re going to be late.”

Conrad smiles gently, “Aren’t you going to be late at this rate too?”

You look down to the floor and clear your throat. For a second, he thinks you’re about to respond, but your words seem to escape you.

“(Y/n)?” Conrad dips his head to try and catch your eyes, “Are you okay?”

You look up at him and your lips part like you’re about to speak, “I…” Something switches back in you then, as if you’ve just slightly reset, “I think I’m just nervous.”

Conrad laughs gently, “(Y/n) (Y/l/n) is never nervous.”

“Yeah, well, she’s never got married before today,” You roll your eyes at him, holding both hands over your stomach that seemed to flipping over and over.

Something had flipped in you the moment your eyes had met his. You’d been running a thousand miles a minute in your head trying to keep up with yourself today. You were on edge and jumpy and stressed and nervous and yet… all of that just stopped as soon as that boy had turned around. He looked handsome in his suit, grown up. You hadn’t seen him in a good few months and his hair had grown out a little more - the length you said suited him most. His suit looked like the same one he wore for his prom and yet it had seemingly grown with his changing age.

He felt like a piece of home. And you couldn’t quite explain why.

“Getting married,” Conrad half-whispers the words, “Does it feel real?”

“Real?” You shake your head, “It will do when I’m at the altar.”

Both of you fall silent.

“Which…” You clear your throat again, “I’m going to be late for if I keep standing here talking to you.”

You smooth your hands over your dress once again and go to turn around, walking back towards the room that were likely starting to panic that they didn’t know where you were.

And that’s when he says it. The words that seem to flip your stomach on itself, that seem to freeze your entire world momentarily, seem to empty your brain of all other thoughts.

“Don’t marry him, (Y/n).”

You can’t bring yourself to turn around, terrified that you’ll be drawn to him as soon as you see the look in Conrad’s eyes.

“Don’t do it,” He reaffirms, a slight quiver in his voice, “I know this is terrible timing and it’s probably the last thing you want to be hearing today but I’d hate myself if I went through today without telling you how I feel.”

There’s still no words, as if you’re terrified of disturbing the moment.

“I love you, (Y/N). I’ve loved you since the first summer Belly brought you to Cousins. We stayed on the beach until it was dark and you told me about the stars and the moon and the tides. I’ve loved you since we stayed up talking until the sun came up, and we’d fall asleep on the couches. I’ve loved you since I first kissed you that one night, and I’ve hated myself every day since for ruining that with you,” He takes a breath then, like he realised he hadn’t breathed in a short infinity, “The truth is, I was scared. Because admitting I loved you then would be admitting that I didn’t ever want to love anybody else. And that terrified me.”

You feel your heart start to ache, the way it clenches in your chest.

“But I’m not scared of that anymore, (Y/n). I’m more scared of losing you, and I know that’ll happen if you say you’ll marry him today,” Conrad exhales.

“Conrad I-“ Your voice comes out hoarse and you can feel tears brewing in your eyes.

“If you love him, marry him. But (Y/n) if there’s even the tiniest bit of doubt in your mind… don’t do it. You can leave and I’ll leave with you. You can go and I’ll go with you. I’ll always stay with you.”

“I need to leave,” You tremble over the words, picking up your dress into your hands and hurrying off down the corridor.

Conrad’s shoulders drop, his chest tightening more and more as you disappear. His breath comes out shakily, tears starting to spill over his cheeks.

“Fuck,” He mutters under his breath, dragging a hand over his face as he turns to walk back out.

———

“Con where the fuck did you go?” Jeremiah hisses under his breath as his brother takes back the seat beside him, “It’s meant to be starting.”

“Yeah,” Conrad clears his throat, keeping his eyes focused on his hands, “They must be running late.”

Jeremiah frowns at him but dismisses it quickly as the music starts and the rest of the crowd quietens down.

Your mother’s sat in the front row and she glances back when she hears Conrad’s name, offering him a small smile of reassurance. He smiles back and averts his eyes down to the floor once more, trying to stop the shake in his hands.

The bridesmaids walk down in pairs with groomsmen that Conrad didn’t recognise. Belly walks down last alongside Jason’s brother. She smiles at the boys when she sees them, taking in a deep breath as she takes her place at the end of the aisle.

The music changes then and everybody stands up, Conrad following just one beat behind.

And there you are. Arm in arm with your father, holding tightly onto him as you make your way down.

Everyone watches you in adoration, smiling wildly as you pass them. And then your eyes fall onto him, pausing there for a moment longer. Conrad has his hands clasped in front of him but you can tell they’re still trembling just a little - yours were doing the same. You feel your heart twist at the sight, the way you feel like you should reach out to him. Your father glances at him and back to you, as if he can feel the pain between you both. He squeezes your hand as the two of you reach the end of the aisle.

Jason glances at you but there aren’t tears in his eyes - everyone had asked you whether you thought he would cry when he saw you and part of you had always hoped he would.

“She looks beautiful,” Jeremiah mumbles to his brother as everyone sits back down.

“Yeah, she does,” Conrad returns, his eyes not once leaving you.

You looked ethereal.

As everyone settles, your eyes glance back at him, looking back down to the floor as soon as theres any contact. You could feel your heart clench again.

The service begins and you can barely hear the words being spoken over the pounding blood in your ears, the nerves coursing through your veins.

“(Y/n), we’ll begin with you,” The man says calmly, “Do you (Y/n) take Jason to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and health, in good times and not so good times, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?”

You feel the words get caught in your throat, everything seemingly stopping around you, the world pausing. And, no matter how hard you tried, the word just wouldn’t come out. You just couldn’t say it.

Your eyes flick up to Jason and you notice the hints of a frown between his brows, slowly followed by the wave of realisation that seems to settle into his shoulders.

“I-“ You shake your head as tears start to fill your eyes, “I can’t do this.”

And it all happens so fast. You bunch your skirt into your hands and turn in your heels, blinking back tears as you start to hurry your way down the aisle, ignoring every pair of burning eyes on you.

You’re gone before anyone can stop you.

———

You’re not sure why you end up at the beach. You’d asked the closest taxi to drive you to Cousins and this was the first place you thought to go to. Your heels were abandoned at the edge of the sand, your dress dragging through the sand beneath your feet.

What had you done?

This wedding had been planned for months, you’d been in this relationship for years. How had you just walked out on all of it?

But the tension in your chest had seemed to lessen now, and it all seemed more manageable.

Seeing Conrad had made you question everything today - but it was a problem in itself that there was ever anything to question. Jason couldn’t ever be your everything if Conrad was going to continue to be something. Perhaps ending it today was just putting off the inevitable.

“I thought we’d find you here,” An all too familiar voice calls out, coming down the path towards the beach.

You turn around and see Conrad walking towards you, his shoes sinking in the soft sand, still fully kitted out in his suit.

“We?”

He glances behind him at the empty expanse, “It’s just me, the others are at the house.”

You nod.

“I tried to call you, couldn’t get through.”

You nod again, “I just needed a minute.”

Conrad hums in agreement as he walks over to you, stopping just a metre in front.

“What happened after I left?”

He laughs a little, tucking his hands into his pockets, “Well, everybody had some questions. Your Mom actually asked me to go after you.”

You scoff, wrapping your arms around yourself as a breeze floats over the coast, “Of course she did.”

As if instinctive, he pulls his jacket from his shoulders and holds it out to you. You oblige and slip it over your arms, letting it fall baggy around your torso.

Both of you are silent.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n),” Conrad swallows the lump in this throat, “It was selfish of me to say any of that today.”

You take a deep breath and nod, “Yeah, it was,” You flatten your hands over the back of your dress and take a seat on one of the dunes of sand, “But I needed to hear it.”

Conrad laughs gently again, “At least you’re honest.”

He sits down beside you and both of you are silent once again, neither of you being able to think of the words that are right for the moment. What can you say? The girl that had run out of her wedding and the boy who wanted her to be saying ‘I do’ to him.

“So, I’m pretty sure I’m single now,” You nod, taking in a long breath.

“I don’t know, people get cold feet at weddings all the time and it still works out.”

“I don’t think I want it to work out, Con,” You say softly, “I think I was naive to think that it ever would.”

“Come on,” Conrad shakes his head, “It’s okay that you loved him, (Y/n).”

“Maybe,” You shrug, “But I shouldn’t have stayed.”

Conrad frowns, the concern seeming to wash over him.

“You know how you said that you were scared of being in something that was going to last forever,” You draw your knees up to your chest, “I think I was scared of the opposite. After you, when I was with Jason, it was like I just wanted to hold onto it. I couldn’t imagine losing it because I just wanted to know I could have something that would last.”

Conrad watches you when he's listening as if he’s holding onto every word that you say, as if he’s grateful for any chance to hear your voice.

“A bit ago, before he proposed, he cheated on me,” You gulp back the emotion in your voice, “And for about two days I convinced myself that I could just leave, that I knew my worth or whatever and that I could just go. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t bear the thought of being on my own,” You laugh at your own mind, “I couldn’t bear the thought of not being enough for someone again.”

“(Y/n)…”

You pause to let him continue, hoping he’ll say anything that you need to hear.

“You were always enough, more than enough,” He says softly, “And I hate if I ever made you feel like that wasn’t the case.”

“Did you mean what you said earlier? Or was it just-“

“I meant it.”

You feel it then. All of the tension in your chest just seems to release. To dissipate.

“I loved you then and I loved you now, I just didn’t admit it to myself then, and I’ve regretted it for every day since.”

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” You shake your head, “How many times have I seen you since then and you’ve never said anything.”

Conrad nods, “I know. I just… I thought you were happy. And I’d ruined that for you once before, I wasn’t going to ruin it again.”

You sigh and look out onto the water, the waves crashing against the shore, “God, we’re a mess.”

Conrad laughs and you lean sideways to rest your head on his shoulder, settling into the feeling of his touch against you.

That’s how you both stay, watching the clouds move in the sky, watching the sea crash in repetition. You stay there as your breaths seem to pattern into one, both uncertainly certain together.

———

It’s starting to get dark by the time either of you speak again, your head still against his shoulder, Conrad’s arm now around your waist.

“We should probably move,” You mumble quietly, practically a whisper.

“Yeah there’s probably a lot of people wondering where you are now,” Conrad mentions, still not making any move away from you as much as you wouldn’t move from him.

You sigh, leaning into him for a second longer before you pull away.

He stands up first, quick enough that he can turn around and reach a hand out to help you up. His fingers interlock with yours as you stand in front of him, both of you latching onto the contact like it was the one thing you could be sure of.

“So, what now (Y/l/n)?” He smiles down at you.

“I think I have a lot to figure out,” You nod, “Maybe some stuff to work on.”

Conrad nods, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand.

“But if you’re willing to wait then we-“ You take a breath, “We wait.”

“You can leave and I’ll wait for you. You can go and I’ll wait for you. I’ll always wait for you.”

You smile and he draws up a hand to cup your cheek, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. You could stay there for an infinity.

“Alright, time to face the music (y/l/n).”

Conrad leans forward and presses the quickest of kisses to your forehead, his hand still interlocked with yours, picking up your shoes in his other hand on the way.

You breathe deeply into the feeling of having him beside you - aware of the feeling of being home.

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Y’all i’m so sorry i disappeared for a hot second - but i’m back !! anybody still around? who wants new posts from me? xoxo

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If you have a taglist for any of your Conrad Fisher work may I be tagged?

Of course! I’ll tag you in the masterlist I just made for it too <3

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TSITP Masterlist

Conrad Fisher x Reader

The Morning After The Night Before

Healed and Hurt

Hotter and Hotter

Just You

Pictured

Missing Piece

Part One

Part Two

Figured Out

Doomed

Part One

Part Two

Questioning

The Stars That Shine

Fault

Part One

Part Two

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ok do you know how to enable the ask me anything tab? or is it just there and I can’t see it on my own page ?? sorry weird question but still

On settings there should be a part that says ‘let people ask questions’ I think - so just turn that to on and it will let you have the ask me anything bit !!

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hi! i was wondering if you could maybe update your masterlist to include all your conrad pieces as well? that way it’s easier for people to find all your work!! you’re an amazing writer 💖

hi yes yes yes absolutely !! i am just the worlds worst procrastinator and i’ve been putting off doing this because i know it’s going to take me forever i’ll be completely honest with you 💀 but i promise it is coming soon 😭😭