#Conrad fisher hurt-comfort

[jahayla-parker]

Mistaken Emotions : Conrad Fisher x Reader

Description: 4.5 k wc, y/n and Conrad have been best friends for years, so she’s knows there has to be more to his sudden change in behavior. Friends to lovers, angst to fluff, hurt comfort.

Warnings: mentions of/references to cancer & illness, panic attacks, anxiety, mentions of smoking and weed/pot/marajuana, anger/sadness/other emotions, etc.

Y/n sighed to herself as she walked down the beach. Her shoulders lifted briefly during the inhalation, only to dramatically plummet as the deep sigh left her lips. Belly was right, Conrad was smoking. Y/n had hoped their mutual friend was wrong. But, the puff of smoke being expelled from Conrad’s mouth -visible despite the dark sky that greeted them at the beach tonight-, told y/n her hope had been futile.

Conrad didn’t turn his head as he heard y/n approaching. Instead, he wiggled his toes into the cold sand under his flip-flops as he exhaled another cloud of smoke. Conrad knew by the sound of her feet shuffling in the sand, that y/n was hesitant to join him. He felt a twinge of guilt knowing he’d caused that unfamiliar tension between them. But, the guilt lessened in his body as he took another toke.

Y/n silently lowered herself onto the sand beside Conrad. She looked straight ahead, but still noticed the way he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Y/n sat wordlessly for a few minutes as she collected her thoughts. Where to even begin?

Conrad nearly laughed when y/n finally spoke. He didn’t know how he expected her to greet him, but he hadn’t anticipated her whispered, “this isn’t you”. Conrad pulled the blunt from his lips, pinching it between his fingers as he held it before him as if inspecting it. “Maybe you don’t know me anymore,” he muttered curtly.

“Yes I do,” y/n argued, glancing over at Conrad with a slight glare. Was he actually trying to imply she didn’t know him? This was Conrad; even when he was moody, she knew his heart. When Conrad merely raised an eyebrow at her, she sighed. “Stoic wall or not,” y/n commented scoldingly, “I know you”.

“You’re still the boy who went to three stores to replace my Monsters Inc. bandaids when Belly had put mine all over her babydoll,” y/n said, smiling to herself. “The one who taught me how to surf even though I sucked at it and Jeremiah said I was a lost cause,” she murmured as she stared out at the ocean. “You’re still that boy who begged his mom to let him drive to the store to get me cold medicine when I was sick that one summer, even though you only had your learner’s permit”.

Conrad nearly smiled as he listened to y/n recount some of the memories they had together. But, the mention of his mom sent the painful stab of reality back to the forefront his mind. “Well, people change,” Conrad muttered before bringing the blunt back to his mouth.

“Maybe,” y/n nodded in contemplation. She hummed, zipping up her lightweight jacket. “But, souls don’t,” y/n argued.

Conrad coughed on the marijuana smoke from his latest toke as he laughed. “That’s so cheesy,” he teased, a sly smile on his lips. Conrad shook his head in amused disbelief, “of course you’d say that”.

Y/n smirked as she looked over at her best friend. “Like I said, souls don’t change,” she repeated smugly. She reached over and wordlessly stole the blunt from him and put it out with a smirk. When Conrad laughed some more, she smiled contentedly as she leaned back, now propped up by her elbows.

Conrad smiled appreciatively at y/n. As annoying as most people would find her behavior, it was comforting. She was still y/n. He had to fight to keep himself from staring at her lips as they somehow shone even though the sky was dusk. He needed to get his mind off the all too familiar feeling that was creeping up on him again as he felt pulled to confess his feelings towards the girl beside him. So, Conrad reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a new blunt and his lighter. He quickly turned his back to y/n so she couldn’t put it out again as he ignited the end. Once it was lit, Conrad turned around and stared back out at the crashing waves.

Y/n scanned Conrad closely. She hated that he was clearly going through something that made him feel like he had to -or should- change his mind on matters like this. Conrad had been so against smoking -especially pot- before now. She didn’t know what had changed; after all, it wasn’t like he was offering much in the way of an explanation.

“Let me have a toke,” y/n stated, reaching for Conrad’s second blunt. She huffed in annoyance when Conrad pushed her hand away from his face.

“What?!” Conrad replied with a bewildered stare. “Y-you know the words?!” he groaned, analyzing y/n as if he’d never seen her before. “How?“ Conrad questioned, his tone coming off offended.

Y/n laughed loudly, her cheeks hurting from the wide grin on her face. “We’re not 7 anymore, Con,” she reminded lightly.

Conrad hummed loudly. He gave y/n a small sad nod. “I wish we were,” he confessed quietly. Conrad could feel y/N’s intense gaze on him, but he didn’t elaborate.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/n wondered.

Conrad shrugged faintly. “Just easier back then,” he mumbled. “But, that’s not where we are now”.

Y/n hummed. “I guess not,” she agreed vaguely on the premise. “Now, let me have one,” y/n repeated her request. She once again leaned over and reached for the blunt in Conrad’s hand.

“No,” Conrad argued, chuckling as he moved away from y/n’s reach.

Y/n frowned and furrowed her brows. She crossed her arms over her chest as she turned her body towards Conrad. “Why not?” Y/n retorted.

“You don’t smoke,” Conrad said simply. He smugly held the blunt away from y/n.

Y/n huffed loudly as she raised a brow. “Neither did you,” she countered.

“No,” Conrad said shaking his head, “still not happening”. He relit the end

“Why?” Y/n repeated.

“You’re against smoking,” Conrad stated simply.

“So were you,” y/n retorted with a smug tone.

Conrad huffs loudly in frustration. But he stopped lighting up nonetheless. “Somethings change,” he shrugged.

“So then let me see,” y/n protested. She nodded at the blunt in Conrad’s hand expectantly.

“No,” Conrad practically whined.

“Conrad,” y/n groaned as she once again reached for the joint.

Conrad pulled his hand away from y/n’s reach and shook his head. “No”. “It’s not going to happen,” he told her.

“Then what’s the real reason?” Y/n pressed knowingly.

“I’m not letting you put that into your body,” Conrad admitted. He stared directly at y/n in hopes of her understanding he wasn’t playing around; she wasn’t going to take a hit.

“But it’s okay going into yours?” Y/n questioned rhetorically.

Conrad shrugged. “Who cares?” He asked dismissively.

“I do, Con,” y/n stated matter of factly.

Conrad’s lips formed a small smirk. “Really?”

“Yeah,” y/n responded with a soft nod.

Conrad gave y/n an appreciative smile and put the joint away. “Okay”. He sighed as he intentioned shifted his gaze away from the girl who could still get him to do just about anything. “Though it’s not like it matters what one does or doesn’t put in to their body,” he mumbled as he stared at the ocean.

“What do you mean?” Y/n asked. She pushed herself off her elbows so she could see Conrad better.

“You can do it all right,” Conrad began, shaking his head. “And yet, life will still fuck you,” he gloomily said as he gazed into the distance.

“Con,” y/n whispered quietly as she watched him closely. “What’re you talking about?” She questioned hesitantly. Yet, despite her soft approach, Conrad nevertheless mumbled a dejected “nothing” as he once again shut down. Y/n hummed softly and grabbed his hand as she went to lay down. As her head hit the sand, she could feel his eyes on her as he watched her closely in silence. “If, and when, you’re ready to talk about it, I’m here,” she promised.

Conrad curled his lips upwards faintly. He wordlessly shifted and moved to lie down beside y/n. Only once he was completely flat on his back, facing the dark sky did he speak. “Not going to force me to tell you? Or be mad that I don’t?”

“No,” y/n replied tenderly. She gently squeezed Conrad’s hand as she stared at the stars that had begun to shine above them. “That’s not always the best way to handle things,” she said sympathetically. She knew Jeremiah and Belly had likely given him a rough time lately given his behavior. Y/n didn’t want to add to that. She just needed him to know she was here for him.

Conrad turned onto his side so he could face y/n. He leaned forward and blinked slowly as his eyes scanned her. After finding a loose hair floating beside her cheek farthest from him, he cautiously reached over to tuck it behind her distant ear.

Y/n had been watching Conrad calmly despite the way her heart was racing at how close he was. Yet, when his breath hit her nose, she couldn’t help but make a slightly disgusted face. He didn’t smell like himself. “You smell like smoke,” she murmured as her head sunk into the sand a little more to get away from the scent.

Conrad smirked and laughed loudly. “I thought you were wanting to smoke,” he teased.

Y/n bashfully broke eye contact and let go of Conrad’s hand. She playfully pushed him into the sand as she looked away with a quiet laugh.

Conrad grinned and shook his head. “Hey,” he whispered, grabbing y/n’s hand and pulling her closer. With his head hovering over hers, he smiled warmly. “Maybe you’re right, maybe some souls don’t change,” he said blissfully.

Y/n smirked shyly. “Told you,” she replied in a whisper.

Conrad laughed and leaned forward. He closed his eyes and kissed y/n’s forehead lips, his lingering on her skin. “I’m glad yours didn’t,” he confessed as he pulled away and laid back down on the sand beside her.

Y/n bit her lip affectionately as she tried to keep the butterflies in her stomach at bay. “Yours didn’t either, Con,” she remarked, her tone sure. “You’re still there, and I’ll be here every step of the way as you get that back,” y/n promised as she squeezed his hand.

“He’s such an ass,” Jeremiah hissed as he glared at the patio door that his older brother had just stormed out of.

Y/n shot the younger Fisher a look. “Stop,” she pleaded with a sigh. She hated hearing everyone talking about Conrad behind his back. Especially like this.

“It’s true!” Jeremiah defended loudly as he threw his hands up in the air. “How do you put up with that?” He groaned as he shook his head at y/n in disbelief.

“Just,” y/n sighed again. “Leave him be, please”.

Jeremiah scoffed and raised his eyebrows dramatically. “Why?” He questioned rhetorically. “He doesn’t care about anyone else,” he seethed.

Y/n squinted pointedly at Jeremiah. “Yes he does,” she said in defense of Conrad.

“No he doesn’t,” Jeremiah argued. “I mean come on, he isn’t doing anything this summer,” he began, putting one finger up as though he was making a list.

“He’s angry all the time,” Steven agreed with a frown as he set his beer on the counter.

“You’re reading it all wrong,” y/n protested. She looked out the patio window to see if she could still see Conrad or not. “He’s not angry,” she murmured. He’s hurt. And when Conrad gets hurt, he doesn’t know how to act.

“Y/n,” Belly sighed. She walked over to her friend and set her hand on y/n’s arm sympathetically. She knew what it was like to have a crush on Conrad, except fortunately she’d gotten over it by now. Whereas Belly could tell y/n hadn’t and therefore wasn’t processing what just happened properly. “He just snapped at you for no reason,” she reminded y/n gently.

Y/n shook her head. “He’s not angry,” she mumbled again as she moved away from the group in order to go after Conrad. She knew her friends were just trying to look out for her. But, she knew Conrad. Better than anyone. And she knew that his outburst moments ago was an overreaction to a potentially dangerous situation she’d put herself in. He’d just been trying to look out for her, but his overwhelming emotions made it come out wrong. She didn’t know what those overwhelming emotions were exactly nor what was creating them; but she knew him well enough to know it wasn’t just anger as their friends claimed.

Conrad groaned to himself as he heard footsteps nearing him. He had expected that after his outburst he would be left alone. He’d overreacted when y/n had acted a bit unsafely. But, he didn’t stop there. He went so far as to lash out at her afterwards. He’d seen the worry in her eyes and hoped his subsequent lashing out at her would keep her from following after him. He didn’t want y/n to see him like this. Besides, he didn’t deserve for her to come after him after the way he’d acted.

“Conrad,” y/n greeted quietly as she walked towards him.

“Go away,” Conrad grumbled with his back still to y/n.

“No,” y/n replied defiantly as she continued her approach.

Conrad shook his head. “Y/n knock it off, I’m not in the mood. I want to be alone”.

“That’s a lie,” y/n pointed out as she came within a few feet of Conrad.

Conrad quickly spun around in frustration. “God damnit Y/n!” He shouted.

Y/n’s heart shattered and she nearly gasped as she saw the tears Conrad was trying to hold back. She shook her head and moved closer. She saw the hesitant reaction he had and could see he wanted to keep his guard up. “It’s okay,” she promised quietly. “You don’t need to say anything.” Slowly, y/n made her way across the few feet between them and over to him. She wordlessly wrapped arms around Conrad and held him. It took a few patient moments, but Conrad eventually began to fall apart in her arms. Y/n held him to her tightly as she whispered soft words of support and encouragement as he practically clung onto her.

After Conrad had calmed and a few moments of comfortable silence had passed, he glanced at y/n. “Why didn’t you just ignore me like everyone else?” He wondered. “I’m being an ass,” he admitted.

“You’re hurting, Conrad,” y/n corrected. She noticed the way he froze and as much as she wanted to know what he was thinking, she just smiled sympathetically. “I don’t know why,” she acknowledged. “I’d like to, but I don’t have to know the why in order for me to see what’s really happening”.

“I can’t..-“ Conrad muttered hesitantly. He could see how badly y/n wanted to be there for him; for him to open up so she could. But, he couldn’t. He had to keep this to himself. Even if it was tearing him apart.

“That’s fine,” y/n nodded. She wrapped her arm back around Conrad, it having slipped slightly when he pulled back to look at her. She rubbed his arm as she felt him rest up against her.

Susannah was washing up some dishes from lunch when she overheard Conrad’s name. She sighed to herself as she thought about how strangely her eldest son had been acting lately. She tried to talk to Laurel about it earlier, in hopes that maybe she either had an idea as to why he was behaving this way or that she could get through to him. Conrad has always been close with Laurel, so she felt it was worth a shot.

However, as Susannah eavesdropped on the conversation between y/n and Laurel, she realized her oversight. She hadn’t wanted to get any of the kids involved, especially not when they already seemed equally frustrated with Conrad’s behavior. But, she hadn’t noticed how compassionately y/n had been handling the whole thing. In fact, as she listened to y/n defend Conrad to Laurel just now, Susannah wished she had as much compassion as the girl somehow still had. Susannah knew Conrad had been pushing away his friends, including y/n a lot lately and was being far more difficult with them than he was to Susannah herself. Yet, Susannah had long grown frustrated with her son’s behavior nevertheless. She loved him, so much, but she despised his recent behavior; even if most of it was directed away from her. So she couldn’t help but cherish the way y/n still showed such compassion for Conrad despite being one of the people he was trying so hard to push away.

“I really think you should just let him be,” Laurel commented in a sympathetic tone. “He clearly wants to be left alone,” she pointed out.

“No he doesn’t,” y/n sighed as she sat down on one of the lounge chairs. “He’s just going through something is all,” she shrugged. She didn’t know what more to say. After all, she didn’t want to expose any secret of Conrad’s, not that she even knew what was going on currently; but, still.

Laurel shook her head sadly. “I can see that,” she remarked, “we all can”. She tsked loudly as she continued wiping down the patio side table. “Problem is, he’s too confident and thinks too highly of himself right now”.

Y/n scoffed and stood up. “No he doesn’t,” she argued. How could they all be so dense? Couldn’t they see it was clearly the opposite? Couldn’t they see that Conrad was pushing people away because he was trying to hide the fact that he was uncertain about whatever was troubling him? Y/n still might not know what it was exactly that troubled him, but she knew his actions weren’t from being overly confident.

“Look, Laurel,” y/n said evenly as she tried to maintain her frustration. “I know everyone is upset with him lately,” she sighed and ran her hand through her hair. “But, no one knows what’s truly going on. And talking about him behind his back isn’t going to help anything”. She could tell Laurel was about to reply so she quickly shook her head. “Especially not when you guys are all looking at his actions instead of trying to understand them; to understand him!” She huffed loudly as she began to slowly pace in front of the lounge chair she had once been sitting on. “Maybe you all should stop looking at the behavior and see what triggered it, what caused him to act like that”. Y/n felt sometimes both Conrad’s actions and the triggers showed his underlying emotions, but clearly they weren’t seeing it that way, so she figured changing their focus might help. With that, she shook her head and walked down the patio to the beach to clear her mind.

Susannah finished drying the dishes and made her way to her eldest son’s bedroom. She knocked and waited for permission to open the door. When it finally came, she creaked his bedroom door open and slowly made her way inside. She could tell he hadn’t done much other than be on his phone since lunch. Once again, something that wasn’t like him. Especially not during the summer, and not when y/n was around and free.

“You know,” Susannah whispered as she sat on the edge of Conrad’s mattress. She watched with a small smile as he sat up in response. “I know how you feel about her,” she told him vaguely, knowing he didn’t need her to say the girl’s name to know who she was talking about.

“Mom,” Conrad groaned with a roll of his eyes.

“Do not roll your eyes at me,” Susannah scolded lightly, resulting in Conrad nodding and giving her an apologetic look. “Anyways, Connie,” she continued, “I also know you’re pushing her away for some reason”.

Before Conrad could argue, Susannah held up her hand. “Don’t try to act as if you’re not,” she warned, “you’re pushing everyone away”. “I may not know why you’re doing it,” she sighed, grabbing her sons hand from where it was resting on the bed. “But, you’re only going to cause both of you so much more pain. She somehow seems to understand you better than anyone,” Susannah commented with a tender smile, “maybe even better than you know yourself. She’s stubborn when she cares. So, you can keep causing trouble for yourself and for her, or you can try to let her in again”.

Conrad just stared at his mom for a moment. He knew she was right. But he couldn’t. If his mom truly knew what he was dealing with, she wouldn’t be telling him it was okay to talk to someone else about it. Right? After all, she didn’t want anyone to know about it. That much he knew. But, that was already ruined as he himself knew. Perhaps one more person wouldn’t hurt. Right? Conrad shook his head. “I’m fine, mom,” he said, adding a sigh when she gave him a sad look, “really”.

“Conrad, just breathe,” y/n whispered as she held his upper bicep tenderly. “Just breathe,” she repeated. She’d followed him out from a party where he’d gotten worked up over something minor once again. And now they were on the beach as she tried to help Conrad through what appeared to be a panic attack. “I’m here, just copy my breath,” she advised calmly.

It had taken y/n several tense moments to calm Conrad down. But now they were seated on the cold sand, shoulders touching, as they stared out at the sea. Well, while Conrad stared out at the sea. Meanwhile, y/n was watching his profile closely.

“How often do you get them?” Y/n questioned softly as she took hold of Conrad’s closest hand.

“W-what?” Conrad asked, his gaze snapping towards y/n.

Y/n gave him a warm smile and squeezed his hand supportively. “The panic attacks,” she said, pausing when she saw the understanding of his experiences dawn on him. “That’s what they are, Con,” she commented. “I know because I get them too,” she added bashfully.

Conrad’s eyes squinted and he abruptly shifted to see y/n better. “What? Since when? Why didn’t y-“ he began to ask, a thousand worried questions entering his mind.

“Con, breathe,” y/n directly calmly. “I don’t usually get them in the summer,” she admitted. “As you can see, it has to do with stress and anxiety, I tend to have less of that in the summers,” she paused as a timid smile formed on her lips, “or, at least the summers I get to spend here, with you”.

Conrad felt his cheeks heat up as he bit back a smile. Only, his giddiness dissipated quickly. “And I’m ruining that with -“ he began guiltily.

“No,” y/n stated firmly as she turned to face Conrad. She shook her head. “Conrad, you’re not ruining anything,” she promised. “I don’t mind following your moody ass out of parties all summer,” she teased.

Conrad chuckled and shook his head. “I… I want to.. to tell-“ he paused and sighed as he broke eye contact with y/n. He couldn’t tell her. No matter how much it would help to get it off his chest. He didn’t want to make her have to deal with the knowledge of his mother’s condition the way he had been. Even if it meant he would still have to face this alone. “It’s a lot,” he commented vaguely as he looked back out at the waves.

Y/n hummed and leaned her head against Conrad’s shoulder. “I know,” she commented kindly. “You don’t have to tell me,” she added, nuzzling her head deeper against his shoulder. “But because I know you, because souls don’t change,” y/n said, echoing her words from an earlier conversation, “I know you feel you have to face this, whatever this is, alone”. She sighed as she lifted her head off Conrad’s shoulder in order to look him in the eyes. “But you’ve never let me face anything alone,” she smiled, “so I’d really like to help you carry the weight of whatever you’re going through, if you’ll let me”.

Conrad gave y/n a sad but appreciative smile. He reached out and shakingly tucked some loose hair behind her ear. “I want to,” he admitted, “selfishly, I want to”.

Y/n shook her head. “It isn’t selfish,” she corrected, staring back at Conrad. “You’d be letting me do this,” she argued softly.

Conrad laughed lightly. “Some souls never change,” he murmured happily as he gazed into y/n’s patient eyes. He sighed and looked away. “I … I’m not supposed to even know, but I do”.

“I see,” y/n replied slowly. “Well, you don’t have to be alone in that knowledge. And no one else has to know that either of us know,” she promised with a gentle smile.

It took time for Conrad to fully open up about what it was he had been dealing with. But, he was immensely grateful he’d pushed past his reservations to do so. Not only had he and y/n become even closer friends, he could now also not just rely on her support but also benefit from not being alone in his pain. He now had someone who was trying to reassure him that the taunting voices in his head were wrong. Someone who tried to silence the self blaming thoughts that told him it was his fault; that he should’ve seen the signs. It was something he desperately needed, especially on nights like tonight.

Conrad had finally gotten ahold of his breathing; with y/N’s help once again. But, he couldn’t ignore the thoughts that were still bouncing around in his mind. Thoughts that told him he could’ve pretended this. Thoughts that told him off for the way he’d treated everyone as a result of harboring this secret on his own for so long.

Y/n glanced over at Conrad knowingly and mentally sighed in sympathy. She shifted her butt in the sand to see him straight on and smiled when his eyes shifted from the water to meet hers. “Hey,” she commented.

Conrad chuckled and smiled back. “Hey,” he echoed, grabbing y/N’s hand as it rested between them on the sand.

“They’re wrong, ya know,” y/n promised warmly, her eyes focused in on Conrad’s. “The thoughts,” she explained gently.

Conrad felt his cheeks flush as the corner of his lips curled up even more. Of course she’d seen through him and his silence. He shook his head and rugged her hand towards him. He watched silently as y/n shifted in order to comply with his wishes. Once she was curled up beside him, her head on his shoulder again, he sighed. Conrad crooked his head and placed a gentle kiss to the side of y/N’s head. One day he’d offer her more, when he was in the right mental state to do so without risking hurting her along the way should he push people away again. For now, he simply smiled lightly to himself as he whispered, “thank you for understanding me”.

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Summertime Sadness

JJ Maybank x female!Fisher!reader

JJ is 17 - Conrad is 18 - Jere is 17 - reader is 16

Trigger warnings: there is mention of giving up your v-card and also allusions to sex! and a few curse word!

Summary: The harsh reality of summer love

a/n: the ending is a bit wonky because I literally couldn't think of how to end it, so it kind of repeats the beginning? Anyways I hope you like it, this has been on my mind for a while. Also this piece is a big game of pretend

Conrad had found you laying in your room, the window shades opened allowing you to see the dying leaves. You had on one of his Brown sweatshirts and your hair was a mess. Nudging the door open he made his way over to set down a mug of what you assumed to be hot chocolate on your bedside table. 

“Hey kiddo,” his voice was extremely gentle, he had been here before. Hesitantly he laid a hand on your arm. You slowly moved your head to look at him, but the second you saw the hurt and sympathy, you caved. Tears started to well up in your eyes again, you threw yourself up in a sitting position and grabbed hold of him. Conrad pulled you closer, hoping that he could convey everything he couldn’t say. 

Your other brother was out enjoying his few final months before college began for him. It wasn’t that he didn’t know what had happened. Though since it hadn’t affected him directly, he didn’t feel the need to intervene; he had his fair share of break ups and knew that release came with time. Jeremiah had shown his love in other ways. He had gotten you flowers every two weeks with a simple ‘I love you’ note. 

But Conrad? He had been with you every step of the way as much as he could be. 

—

It was the summer kick off party when you met. JJ had offered you weed and you accepted, and that was the beginning. JJ was your first boyfriend, and even though Nicole had warned you about him and his reputation, you ignored it. He made you feel special and wanted, he always listened to what you had to say, invited you to hang out with his friends, accompanied you to parties, everything a boyfriend should do. 

“This is JJ, my boyfriend! Play nice.” you laughed nervously. The room was silent for a moment as everyone took him in. 

Your mother begged you to bring him to dinner with everyone. You reluctantly agreed, not wanting to put him through what was sure to be an interrogation in disguise. And you were right, though it was mostly from the boys.

– 

Everyone had stood up at the sound of the door creaking a bit. You walked in laughing with JJ holding your hand and following you in. 

But just like that your mom clapped her hands together and walked over to you both. JJ had stuck his hand out to shake her hand, but Susannah had slipped right past that, taking his face in her hands. Your face flushed at her abrupt action. 

“Let me have a look at you,” her smile was bright as she looked at him, she then pulled him in for a tight hug. 

“Welcome to our home, JJ.” The giant wave of relief rushed throughout the kitchen. 

“Thank you ma’am, these are for you by the way.” He did his awkward but cute smile as he held out a beautiful bouquet of hydrangeas. She smiled gratefully before ordering the boys to go set the table as you girls finished dinner and got to know JJ a bit better. 

The night was full of questions thrown around by your brothers and Steven. You held onto JJ’s hand throughout the dinner, squeezing it whenever a rather personal question came about. Even as you made your glaring rather apparent, Conrad specifically never backed down. 

“So what do you plan to do? After school?” Conrad asked. JJ looked at you and smiled for a moment before looking at your brother. 

“I actually want to travel. To surf and just experience life.” He seemed rather proud of his answer. Conrad on the other hand seemed highly displeased. 

“How are you gonna support yourself?” There was something about his tone that made you want to yell at him, but that would make a scene. So you kicked his shin as hard as you could since you were across from him. The table shook while his leg jerked from the pain. 

“No, no, you’re right. I’m not sure yet, but I am going to find work along the way while I travel. Then we’ll see where life takes me.” It was hard to miss the scoff he let out. But Laurel changed the topic by asking Jeremiah about his upcoming senior year and his plans. 

By the end of dinner your mother had packed up 2 containers for JJ to take home with him and kissed his cheek goodbye. As you walked him out to the car John B. had let him borrow for the evening you couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched. Looking back you could see Conrad and Steven watching from the window, but chose to ignore them as best you could. 

“Thank you for coming to dinner, I’m sorry it was more like an interrogation.” But he was already shaking his head and grabbed onto your waist and pulled you in close. 

“I loved meeting your family, even if your brothers were like big guard dogs.” His nose was touching yours. With one little movement he pressed his lips against yours, and it was like in the movies, you pulled back a little bit and he followed. 

“I don’t really like him.” Steven said freely. You assumed either Laurel or Belly had shoved him by the disturbed noise he let out. “I’m just saying she could do way better. He seems like the type of dude to say he’s going to travel the world and then just become some kind of cashier.” 

“I’ll see you tomorrow for surf practice, short-stack.” he said, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips. And you watched him pull out of the driveway with your fingers pressed against your lips, trying to hold onto the feeling of his lips. 

—

You could tell Conrad, Jeremiah, and Steven had a bad feeling about him, they all made sure to let you know their real feelings. Leaning against the door you allowed yourself to take in the night before facing everyone. As you made your way into the kitchen to have another portion of dessert you heard the chattering. 

“She can like whoever she wants, Steven. Remember when you thought you were going to marry Hermione Granger?” Belly’s somewhat supportive comment made you feel better. Her, your mom, and Laurel were supportive though. You knew deep down that Laurel didn’t approve by the lack of enthusiasm, but you chose to ignore it. 

“I don’t want her dating him, something is just off.” Now that one hurt. You oldest brother, the one who supported you no matter what, the one who would hold you every time you’d cry over a bad grade, Conrad. 

You made your presence known with a fake cough. Grabbing a plate with dessert you looked at everyone with a polite smile. 

For about 2 week things were going perfectly. You had gotten to know Sarah and Kiara a bit more and had even had a few sleepovers at Sarah’s house. Though those were mostly consisted of movies and popcorn while sharing stories about your day or small pieces of your relationship. 

“Thank you for being civil. I’m going to go lay down now, I think.” Belly’s face fell, you had originally planned to go to the movies with her. “Sorry Bells, I am just feeling… tired.” She nodded her head in understanding, but you could tell blowing her off had hurt more than she was letting on. 

—

JJ was your first everything, first kiss, first romantic hand holding, first date, and he was the first person you got high with. But you wanted to solidify your relationship with him. You had decided you wanted to give him your all on some random summer day. He was respectful and loving, it wasn’t serious but it wasn’t too goofy. It was the perfect mix that made you feel even closer. 

You tried not to share too much about your relationship because you could see it rubbed Kiara the wrong way. Having come so far, you didn’t want such a trivial thing to come in the way of the blooming friendship.

But it all changed about 2/3 of the way through the summer. He had begun to spend less time with you, and when he did he was a million miles away mentally. He was constantly high, and was covering up in the heat. Not wanting to push too much you let it go. Your summer days were spent at the fair with Belly or sometimes Sarah. But even she stopped hanging out with you as much. 

You had finally been fed up with all this. You invited JJ to walk with you down the beach to the little food shack in hopes of having a conversation. The dress you decided to wear was flowy and light, it was perfect for the hot summer day, and it fit you in all the right places. John B. had told you a hundred times over that you could walk right in to his home without knocking as long as you made your presence known. So that’s what you did, it was fairly quiet but you heard a faint creaking noise. 

Thinking that it was only one of the shutters of the many windows they all forgot to shut, you made your way right to JJ’s room. Reaching out for the handle you realized that the creaking was coming from in there. Your heart fell right out of you because you knew exactly what was happening. But should you just play the naive and innocent little girlfriend so you could stay with him? You recalled what Conrad had said a few weeks back about something being off with JJ.

So you opened the door, only to find Kiara and him tangled up in sheets together. You gasped a little bit, but it was obviously enough for them to hear because JJ whipped his head around to look at you. 

“Shit.” You turned to leave, even as you heard him fall out of bed and coming after you. “Wait! Stop, just for a minute. STOP!” turning back to him you saw the reddened eyes that looked back to you. 

“Con, is that your sister?” he called out to the older boy, causing him to look up. “Shit, I think she’s crying…” that kicked him into gear, tossing his things on the ground he made his way to you. 

“No, I give you my all only for you to go screw another girl not even TWO WEEKS LATER?! I am done with this shit JJ. Stay away from me. I don’t want you to call me, text me, or come anywhere near my house.” As you burst out the front door you half expected him to follow you out. But you saw Sarah, Pope, and John B. all looking at you with pitying expressions. Of course they all knew. 

—

Conrad and Steven had just finished a few good hours of surfing, though it had barely felt like anything. As they were walking up to where they had left their towels Steven had seen you walking staggering towards them. 

Steven was right, you were crying. The closer Conrad got the more he worried.  Your mascara made marks under your eyes, your dress looked crumpled, and your nose was red – a telltale sign you had been crying and sniffling for a bit – but what worried him most was the way you fell into him. 

“Kid, what’s wrong?” Steven had made his way next to Conrad now. 

“He che-” a gasp breaks the sentence. “He cheated.” the grip around your shoulders had tightened at that. Steven and Conrad looked at each other with shared livid expressions. As your brother rubbed your back gently Steven rushed to grab both the boy’s things before making his way back to the house with both of you. 

— — — —

Laurel and Susannah had pulled you into Susannah's giant bed, tucking you in tightly between the both of them while they smothered you with love. At that point though, you simply felt exhausted. Within 30 minutes you had fallen asleep with your head on Laurel's shoulder while your mother scratched your back softly. And even though you had the worst day of your life, you never felt more loved.

The last few fleeting weeks of summer consisted of you laying in bed watching movies, laying in the sun on the porch while Susannah and Laurel played card games, or lazily swimming in the pool with Belly when she stayed behind with you. 

— — — 

You thought getting over a boy who cheated on you would be easy, right? It was anything but. On the car ride back home you laid your head against the window while listening to music rather than yapping about every little thing you did that summer and all the plans you made for next, like you usually did. Things didn’t get better for a while. Your mom tired to encourage you and reassure you that things would be okay in the end, she made your favorite foods but you wouldn’t eat. 

Here you were 3 months later laying in bed wishing for the world to swallow you whole, and that is where you would stay.

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[bellyfisher]

oh my god, my head hurts

read on ao3! 1.7k

summary: hurt/comfort fic. belly does something stupid as a gotcha to conrad. conrad does everything but says he actually cares about her. two idiot teenagers in love.

title from My Head Hurts by Little Hurt

for @kristtta i hope you like it!

Conrad always told me he would teach me how to surf while we’re at the summer house. However, I’m definitely not high on his priority list considering it’s been three years since he promised to teach me. Conrad much prefers to hang out with Red Sox Girl and drink himself to death these days.

I decided I was going to take matters into my own hands. I mean surfing can’t be that hard, right? Cousins isn’t known for its roaring waves. Thankfully, Susannah has an entire collection of surfboards ready to be used.

As I walk to the shed I hear somebody calling to me, “Hey Belly, what are you doing?” I turn around and it’s Jeremiah jogging to catch up with me.

“Oh uh I just figured I might go surfing today.” I shrug. I try to act nonchalant I can’t have Jeremiah running to tell Conrad. Although, I don’t know why I care so much since he clearly doesn’t either.

“But you’ve never been surfing before?” Jeremiah scrunches his face up in a quizzical way.

“Yeah I know. I was just going to take it easy. Just sit on the surfboard and get a feel for the water. I don’t think I’m gonna hit any waves.” I start spilling out. I hope Jeremiah doesn’t notice how nervous I am.

“Oh okay! Did you want me to come with you Bells?” Oh sweet Jere, always looking out for me.

“Nah that’s okay, I just kind of want some alone time.” I tuck my hair behind my ear as I walk in the shed to grab the surfboard.

“Alright, well let me know if you need anything. See ya later Belly.” Jeremiah taps my arm to say goodbye and I give him one last smile as I walk towards the beach.

I start to feel nervous, my body shivering. If anybody asks I plan on telling them I’m just cold. That’s believable in the summer, right?

Once I’m at the beachfront, of course Conrad is there with Red Sox Girl sitting on a beach blanket together. He’s too busy sucking her face off and I hope he doesn’t notice me. I start to quicken my pace, I don’t want a Conrad confrontation right now. He can be so condescending without even admitting why he cares so much.

“Oh is that Belly?” I hear the girl’s voice say. Shit.

I keep walking trying to reach the water before Conrad notices but of course Conrad, filled with athletic God genes, is up and running towards me. He’s already next to me, “What the hell are you doing, Belly?”.

I roll my eyes, “What does it look like I’m doing, genius?”.

He forcefully grabs my arm and turns me around, “You know I said I would teach you.”

“Yeah well we all say a lot of things. Clearly you didn’t mean it since you’ve been too busy sucking face and getting wasted everyday. It’s been three years, Conrad. I'm taking matters into my own hands.”

“You don’t know how to surf Belly! This is crazy! If you do it I’m telling Laurel!”

“Yeah well have fun telling her while I’m already out in the water!” I didn’t realize how loud I was.

“God why do you have to be such a brat!” He knows that’s my trigger word. I yank my arm out of his and run into the water. He wouldn’t follow me, I know him. I sit on the board and look to shore and sure enough he’s already back with Nicole.

Now I’m not sure what to do. A few small waves come and I don’t move from my sitting position. I’m terrified to be out here now but I’m not getting out until Conrad moves from the beach. I don’t want to hear his smug ‘I told you so’ but he won’t stop looking at me. God he can be so infuriating.

I’ve been sitting out in the ocean for about 20 minutes and the weather is starting to get rough. I need to head to shore but I’m still seething at Conrad. I thought things were changing between us this summer. When we had that moment while I was night swimming, I thought he would seek me out to teach me to surf. Typical Belly, expecting the best out of people who don’t care.

Fueled by anger, I test myself to stand up. I can still feel Conrad staring daggers at me. This will show him I’m not a baby anymore.

I stand up okay, definitely wobbly. A small wave comes and knocks me off the surfboard. It wasn’t too rough so I’m able to come back with no issues. I look towards the shore when I sit up on the board again. Huh, Red Sox Girl was stalking off. I wonder what Conrad said to piss her off. I figure I’ll give standing up one more go and I’ll go back to shore because the weather is cooling down and frankly I’m tired of being out in the water. Conrad be damned I don’t care.

The waves have gotten bigger and choppier while I sat gaining the courage to try again. I can see Conrad trying to yell something at me but I can’t hear him over the wind.

I stand up on the surfboard again. Just as wobbly as the first time. Conrad has walked right to the water, standing on the edge his feet half in. He’s not taking his eyes off me, he looks angry but also scared?

It happens in slow motion. A huge wave comes crashing from behind and I’m not expecting it. I slip backwards on the surfboard and into the water. I cut my leg in the process but I don’t feel it because the snap in my neck is what grabs my attention. And then I’m in the water. I’m telling myself to kick up, get above to the air. My body can’t move. I feel myself sinking lower into the ocean. The choppy waters moving me from side to side. My head is feeling faint from the lack of oxygen on top of my injury. I feel an arm around me, pulling me to the surface. My guardian angel coming to rescue me.

I gasp for air when I hit the surface. I think I can feel tears forming in my eyes. I can feel myself being dragged to shore.

All I can hear is, “I’ve got you Belly.” But it’s barely above a whisper. I think I might be hallucinating. Once we get to where he is able to stand up, Conrad lifts me bridal style like I don’t weigh a thing.

“Conrad?” I mumble. Still reeling from what just happened.

“Hey don’t worry Bells. We’re good now, we’re good.” He says it like he’s trying to convince himself. I can feel his feet running and yet he still doesn’t seem out of breath. The next thing I know we’re at the house and he puts me down on the couch, “I’ll be right back I promise. I’m going to grab a first aid kit.”

I know Conrad moves fast but I’ve never seen him move that fast. He’s back by my side before I can even notice he’s gone, “Where are moms?“ I manage to wince out through the pain. My head is starting to feel better but my leg is in severe pain. I have a large gash on my calf which I know is going to scar.

I can’t help it, I start to cry, “Where does it hurt Belly?” I can sense Conrad’s anxiety skyrocketing.

“J-just my leg, but now I’m going to have an ugly scar!” I cover my face with my hands.

“Hey, scars are badass. Doesn’t matter what stupid thing you did in the process.”

“Stop I only did it because I didn’t want to hear the I told you so’s from you.”

“I know. That’s my fault, I’m sorry. I should have taken you out with me to learn by now. I’ve just been distracted.” Conrad looks away from me, that’s how I know he’s at his most vulnerable.

“Conrad, whatever’s wrong you can tell me.” I touch his face. He looks so young and scared right now.

“Belly- I can’t. I need to take care of you right now.” I can feel electricity pulsing through my body every time his hand softly touches my leg. Conrad works fast to cover the bleeding, “Don’t go to sleep okay? You might have a concussion.”

Conrad gets up to leave, I grab his arm, “Please stay.” I look up at him.

He nods, “Okay.” He sits on the couch and puts his arm around me. I nestle my head into his shoulder and he starts running his hand through my hair.

“I’m serious, if you don’t want to tell me what you’re going through you should tell someone. Maybe Steven?”

“I’ll be okay, Belly. I’m the oldest, I’ve learned how to be strong.”

“You shouldn’t have to be strong all the time.” I look into his eyes, I want him to know I mean it.

It feels like forever as we look at each other. I think I’m starting to imagine things as I can see his face moving closer to mine. If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up. I start moving my face closer to his until we’re kissing. Conrad is soft and gentle, careful not to break me. I start to deepen the kiss and Conrad responds in kind. I start to forget all about the gash in my leg until I want to reposition and suddenly I cry out from the pain.

Conrad pulls away faster than lightning, “I’m sorry.” He rushes out.

“No don’t be sorry! I did it to myself. And it was worth it anyways.” I taper off towards the end

“Maybe I should go.” Conrad starts to push himself up again and I pull him right back down.

“Stay until at least the moms get home please.” Conrad nods at me and I go back to my head on his shoulder. Conrad turns on the TV to some made-for-TV movie. We sit in silence.

Once moms get home, Conrad fills them in on what happened. He doesn’t look at me the whole time. Once my mom comes over to check me out, Conrad walks away, how he’s so good at that I’ll never know.

What just happened?

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[deltaharrington]

LOOK AT ME PT.2

PAIRING: Read and find out who Y/n ends up with…

SUMMARY: You were always the second choice.

WARNINGS: Heart crushing angst with a bit of fluff. UNEDITED

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It all happened so fast.

One moment, you were crying over Conrad, and how he had mistreated you. The next, Susannah was dead.

You felt like your heart had been torn out and stomped on. Conrad didn’t make it any better, neither did Belly.

You hadn’t had the chance to talk to Conrad after what happened, as it came out that Susannah was sick.

Then everyone went home. Jeremiah was hurting in the same ways as you were, so you comforted each other. He drove out to see you and vice versa.

You were beginning to feel a spark with the younger Fisher, you were finally happy.

Until you heard the news.

The phone call came from Jeremiah in the middle of the night.

“Y/n…” He said once you answered with a tired ‘Hello?’. You know from his tone of voice what has happened.

You swore you’ve never sprung up out of your bed so fast. You started packing an overnight bag. You were going to Boston.

“I’m on my way, Jere, stay on the phone with me” You said and Jeremiah sobbed on the other end, not being able to tell you no when he needed the shoulder to cry on.

After a rough 3 hour drive, you were at the Fisher household. Jeremiah had fallen asleep on the phone with you, but luckily you knew where the sore key was.

Popping the door open, you knew their father wasn’t home, neither was Conrad. He was at Brown. Jeremiah was all alone, and your heart hurt at the thought.

His door was cracked once you approached. “Jere?” You whispered and he took a breath in, stretching his arms before he opened his eyes, confused.

“I’m here” You said as you approached his bed. Jeremiah reached for you.

“She’s gone” He whispered, his lips quivering as he tried not to cry. The sight broke your heart.

“Oh Jeremiah” You said before getting into bed with him, hugging him close. You ran your fingers through his hair as he cried, his tears staining your shirt.

“I’m so sorry Jere” You whispered as you began to cry as well, the reality of her death hitting you like bricks.

The next morning, you woke up in Jeremiah’s bed alone. Your heart sank.

“Jeremiah?” You called out, stumbling out of bed and down the stairs, only to find him at the stove in the kitchen.

“Woah, slow down” Jeremiah said, placing his spatula down before he approached you to help you become steady.

“Wanted to make breakfast, to take my mind off of…” He trailed off and you nodded, knowing what he meant.

“Thank you, want me to do the rest?” You asked and he shook his head.

You ended up hopping up onto the counter, watching him make breakfast.

“Thank you for coming last night, you didn’t have to” He said, scooping pancakes onto a plate before he put everything into the sink, shutting the burners off.

He approached you, standing between your legs. He gave you a half smile. At that, you brought your hands up to run your fingers through his hair.

“I’ll always be here for you, Jeremiah” You said “I’m one call away, always.”

The funeral was an utter disaster for you. You arrived and sat behind Jere, your hand on his shoulder for most of the service.

When Belly and Conrad fought afterwards, you excused yourself. Their relationship seemed messy, and you didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire.

You couldn’t even look at Conrad to tell him you were sorry for his loss.

Jere found you outside, the cold air causing you to clutch your figure.

“Y/n, here” He said and placed his suit jacket over you. You silently thanked him and he wrapped an arm around you.

“How are you?” He asked and you shook your head, i’m disbelief. He hadn’t hesitated to think of you before himself.

“Jeremiah” You said and he looked up, scared he had said something wrong. You didn’t speak, you pulled him in for a hug.

“How are you?” You asked and he pulled back enough to look at you.

“I’m better” He said and you could tell he was being truthful.

The next call came in the middle of the night as well.

Jere was frantic. He had been pissed at his broker for so long for what he did to you, and what he did to Belly, but he still cared. That’s who he was.

“I can’t find Conrad, I-I’m going to Brown tomorrow, will you please come with me?” He asked, his tone sounding desperate.

“Of course, I’ll be there in the morning and we can drive together” You said.

“Will you come tonight?”

And so you did. You hadn’t quite realized it yet, but you were in love with Jeremiah.

He cared about you like no one ever had. Not even Conrad. You hadn’t thought about his brother for a very long time, and that was all because of Jeremiah. He showed you love. The kind of love you desired.

The drive to Jere’s was quiet, and when you got there, he was waiting to open the door. You immediately hugged him, taking in his scent.

“Hi” You said and gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Hi” He said and smiled back.

“Let’s watch a movie, that’ll take your mind off things” You said and he nodded his head, letting you lead the way to his room.

How had you gotten here?

The movie you decided to play was far out of your mind as you and Jeremiah stared at each other. You were snuggled up in his bed, like you had been many times before, but something about this time was different.

His eyes drifted towards your lips and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach.

“Jere, should we be doing this?” You whispered and he nodded his head.

“Yes” He muttered before his left hand cupped your face near your neck, leaning in to close the distance. His lips encased yours as they moved in sync, your fingers tugging at his hair as he became more desperate.

He grunted softly as you two kissed, tongues dancing together. Your cheeks were flushed beyond any time they had been before. You had wanted this for a long time.

Jeremiah pulled back for a split second before kissing you again, his hand gripping your waist to pull you into his lap.

You didn’t intend to go any further, and neither did Jeremiah, he had tried to go slow with you, but the way you had showed up for him and been there for him had his head on a swivel.

When you two finally pulled away, Jeremiah ran his right thumb over your bottom lip, a smile appearing on his face. A genuine one. You hadn’t seen that in months.

No more words were exchanged, you two just bathed in each others presence for the rest of the night.

The next morning, Jeremiah was stressed. You decided it would be best not to discuss what happened the night before. You didn’t want him to have more to worry about.

“You ready?” You asked him. He looked up and gave you a small smile before nodding and grabbing the keys.

The drive to Brown was frustrating to say the least. Jeremiah tried to call anyone he could that would know where Conrad was.

“Fuck!” He yelled when not a single person knew anything. You reached over and grabbed his fallen phone in silence, not wanting to irritate him further.

Arriving at Brown, Jeremiah practically jumped out of the car, leaving you behind to go to his brothers dorm. “Jere! Wait!” You called.

That’s when you saw her.

Belly.

“Wha-?” You questioned before stopping dead in your tracks. Did Jeremiah know she was coming?

You followed the two to his dorm room in silence, Belly seeming frantic. You didn’t like it. Not one bit.

She was so calm. She was part of the reason that your heart was broken the way it was. She hadn’t even apologized.

You shook your thoughts away as you snooped around Conrad’s dorm room. You found the necklace he had given Belly and your heart cracked a bit. He hadn’t ever gotten you anything like that.

It still hurt. You’d probably be scarred for life from the level of hurt you felt when you had lost him.

“We’re going to Cousins, Y/n” Jeremiah said, snapping you out of your daze “Come on” He added and grabbed your hand, leading you out of the room.

To Cousins you go.

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[pretty-little-mind33]

Starlight

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

Summary: You've always felt inadequate compared to Belly, but it's possible you never had a reason to.

Genre: Fluff, kinda angst? hurt and comfort <3

Warnings: harassment, underage drinking, swearing

You'd always been second to Belly Conklin. Although it had been the five of you since you could remember, for some reason it seemed like in the end only four mattered: Belly, Steven, Jeremiah, and Conrad. You were always in the shadows, and now that Isabel had returned to Cousins as beautiful as ever, you wanted to disappear.

It was now apparent to everyone around that Isabel Conklin was the Sun. And you? You weren't even the Moon. You were dust at most, and who would choose dust over the Sun?

"You having fun lil' sis?" Jeremiah fisher asks, leaning against the lonesome wall you claimed as yours. You look at him and scrunch your nose in disapproval. Parties weren't your thing. You only came because Belly had convinced you. Jeremiah grins and points behind him, "Well, that cute boy hasn't stopped looking at you since we arrived, if that makes things a little better." Jeremiah winks and your eyes round. Reluctantly, you glance behind him and see a handsome boy with blond curls smiling at you.

You panic. No boy had ever looked at you like he was and you had never wanted any boys to look at you in that way before—not unless their name was Conrad Fisher.

However Conrad is Belly's now, it's obvious, and you aren't even competition. So, you smile at the boy. You learn his name is Alex and he hands you a drink the moment you walk over to him (upon Jeremiah's insistence). Alex seems genuinely interested in your conversations so when he asks you to dance with him, you don't refuse.

His hand on your hip is foreign and it makes you nervous. But, because the small amount of liquor in your system drowns out any anxieties you have and you lean into him and let him move your hips into his. As soon as Alex's lips skim your neck however, someone's hand is gripping your arm and pulling you away. You lose your balance and bump into the person's chest.

"What the fuck." Conrad hisses. It takes you a moment to understand it isn't you he's addressing, "She's sixteen, you creep."

"Conrad!" You shout, hoping his hand would loosen around your arm. It didn't and it isn't until you push him that he turns to you. His cheeks have blushed pink and the look in his eyes makes you pause. Conrad had never looked at you like that before.

"Did he hurt you?"

You blink at him, head shaking, "Excuse me?"

"Don't touch or even speak to her again." Conard turns around to threaten Alex and your eyes widen, "Now leave." To your surprise, and disappointment, Alex reluctantly listens to him.

"What? No! What the fuck, Conrad?" You curse, pulling your arm from his hand. You stumble but keep your gaze on his. Conard frowns and his hand holds your waist instead,

"You're drunk." He says and you narrow your eyes at him.

"I had one drink!"

"You're a lightweight then." Conrad deadpans and holds out his hand to you, "I'm calling your mom, Y/n. Give me your phone."

You shake your head, "Stop it, Conrad. You're embarrassing me." You murmur and look down, tears pricking your eyelids. Conrad has always seen you as a kid. He has never seen you as an equal, or as a girl he could potentially love, and at this point you don't know which hurts more.

His expression softens seeing your teary eyes. When you look up at him, he looks guilty. You hug your arms around yourself and muster up the courage to ask, "Why did you do that?" You pause, "Alex liked me, he liked me! For once in my life a boy likes me and not Belly and you had to ruin it for me. Why!?"

You look him dead in the eyes when you say, "I hate you Conrad, and I hate that I love you even more." And you mean every single word. All you want to do now is to run and hide, but all you can do is stand there, frozen in time, as you aggressively rub your cheeks with your palm.

Conrad doesn't know how to answer you. His entire body burns to hug you, kiss you, do anything to make you smile again. Smile like you had been when he saw you dancing with that boy. Honestly, he hates himself for being jealous — because yes he was jealous. He has no claim to you whatsoever but simply seeing another boy's hands on your skin made him see red.

Conrad knows your words have been spoken only because of the alcohol you drank. He knows you don't hate him, and he knows you don't love him. Only, some part of him isn't so sure you don't love him. Part of him is hoping you do love him because he loves you too.

But he can't do anything about that now, not when you seem drunk.

"Is she crying? Y/n, are you okay?" Belly suddenly comes rushing up to you both, Cam Cameron abandoned behind her. She puts a delicate hand on your shoulder and you turn around. Instantly, you bury your head into her shoulder and start sobbing. Belly wraps her arms around you as she mouths, "What did you do" to Conrad.

You don’t think he answers her, because she takes your waist and pulls you away from him and into the nearest bathroom. You crumble to the ground and hug your knees, muttering something. Belly slowly shuts the door and kneels next to you, "How much have you had to drink?"

"Apparently, I'm drunk." You sniffs, rubbing your hand under your nose. You look at her with tears in your eyes. "You're so pretty, Belly."

Belly looks surprised, her eyes widening, and she puts her hand over yours, "You're pretty, Y/n." she says, trying to reassure you.

"Not like you are, Bells," You exclaim, "No one has ever looked at me like Cam looks at you. Or Jere. Or even Conrad! And I want them—him—to look at me like that. I don't want him to look at me like I'm a kid he has to keep in check." You choke out another whimper and bury your head in your arms, hands clutching at your hair.

"You're in love with Conrad." Belly suddenly states, her hand disappearing from yours.

Your eyes widen and you look up, quickly shaking your head, 'What? No." You could see Belly's cheeks turn pinker. You'd known about Belly's massive crush on Conrad Fisher since forever and you had never intended to stand in their way. You never even intended to tell Conrad, or anyone for that matter, that you love him.

"It doesn't matter, trust me. Conrad loves you, Belly." You assure her but she doesn't look in any way convinced.

"I don't love him and he doesn't love me." Belly comments determinedly, standing up, "And I'm going to show you why."

You don't understand what she means until a few minutes after she left, the bathroom door opens again. Conrad runs in like he's seen a ghost. In a blur, his hands cup around your cheeks and he's moving your head around, "How did that bastard touch you? Y/n tell me now or I swear–" Your eyes must have been wide open because Conrad squints at you, confused.

"Connie," You say and hearing his nickname, Conrad's body relaxes, "Alex didn't hurt me."

"Belly mentioned you had a fucking bruise, Y/n/n." Conrad continues to roam his hands around your skin as gently as he can. You look at his face. His beautiful face and you notice how different the small freckles he gets because of the sun look in the darkness of this small bathroom. Conrad Fisher has always been so beautiful. If Belly is the Sun, then you're sure he's the Moon and that realization only breaks your heart more.

Conrad's thumb pads under your eye, "Don't cry." He says.

You look up at him and he can't help but think how beautiful you are. Conrad wishes he could give you his eyes, even only from a day, so that you could see yourself just as he sees you.

"I'm not drunk. I promise." You whisper and he cracks a smile. He nods, "I-Connie, if I tell you this can you promise it won't change a thing?"

"Sure." He answers and sits down in front of you, his hands draped across your knees.

"I meant what I said. I hate you," Conrad's face falls, "But I hate you because you won't ever love me the way I love you. I hate you because every time I look at you I want to be someone else, someone that would be worthy of your love. Someone prettier—"

"Y/n," Conrad interrupts you with his hand over your mouth, "Don't finish that sentence. Please. It breaks my heart that you can't see yourself like I see you." He removes his hand and you stay silent. His fingers run through your hair until he cups your chin, "How can you expect nothing to change now that I know you love me?"

You cringe and turn your head, "Because I don't want to lose you."

You hear him laugh and as beautiful as the sound is, it tears your heart into a million little pieces. "You could never lose me." He says and leans back, his arms now crossed over his knees. He's looking into space. You glance at him and he looks like the old Connie. His eyebrows are raised and it looks like he's smirking.

You sniff, "I am losing you."

Conrad tilts his head, "How?"

"Because you love Belly. Because she's the Sun and you're the Moon and I'm, well, I'm fucking dust." You exclaim and Conrad looks at you like you've suddenly grown two heads.

"What?"

"Don't make me repeat myself." You whisper.

Conrad inches towards you, his arms outstretched. You look at him curiously but still, you let him hug you. You're leaning against his chest now and he smells like laundry detergent and sea salt. His large hand rests in your hair and he leans his chin on your head, "I don't love Belly, Y/n. Not in that way. She's like my little sister. She has always been."

"Oh," You say and you think back to Belly's words: Conrad doesn't love me, and I'm going to show you why. You think back to how Conrad looked at you when he was pissed at Alex, or how he almost broke the bathroom door down to make sure you weren't hurt. "Am I like your sister too? Is that why you got so protective?"

You sense his body tense and there is a pause.

"No." Conrad breathes out, "Y/n, you're not like my sister."

You lean away and look at him. Your tone is serious now, "So what am I to you, Conrad?"

His eyes shine blue like the ocean and you almost drown looking at them. He's so close to you now and his cheeks are rosy. You both smell faintly like cranberry liquor and his hand is soft on the exposed skin of your thighs, "You're a Star. My Star."

You feel like you've lost your breath, "I'm your Star?"

Conrad nods, "You see, the Moon is lonely." He explains, expression serious, "He's usually all alone and sometimes it makes him want to cry. But whenever his Star comes out of hiding and shines into the darkness, the Moon is happy again. Unfortunately, his Star doesn't know how brightly she shines though. Most times, the Sun can't even compare because this Star," Conrad pauses, "his Star, isn't blinding. You can look at her shine all night and she'll always be the most beautiful thing. She's kind and brave and the Moon loves her more than anything." You have the sudden urge to sob and Conrad brings his thumb under your eye again, catching some tears, "Shh, it's okay." He says and you don't know how to react. You're suddenly wondering if, because of your crying, you have snot running down your nose.

Conrad Fisher has just declared his love for you and you're thinking about snot. It's all so funny you laugh. Conrad's nose scrunches, "Are you laughing at me?" He asks, mouth ajar.

You shake your head, "No!" You say but you start laughing again, covering your mouth and shrinking into yourself.

"Oh I see, you can make corny metaphors but I can't." Conrad rolls his eyes. Your mouth twists into a smile and you take his cheeks in your hands, pulling him to you until your noses are almost touching. In between your fingers you can see the tips of Conrad's ears turn pink.

"You can make as many metaphors as you want, Con. As long as you mean them."

He smiles, "I have never meant anything more in my life, Y/n/n."

You feel his hand find its way to the back of your head and he pulls you forward, his lips meeting yours. It's like a weight has been lifted from both your chests and you kiss him back instantly. It isn't like you imagined your first kiss with Conrad to go. You certainly weren't sitting on the floor of some random person's bathroom, dried tears on your cheeks.

But, it's still somehow better.

Conrad's hands now find themselves on your hips as he continues to kiss you, lips delicately moving to your neck. The situation is so ironic you chuckle. You move away and Conrad looks confused.

You fake a pout, "I'm sixteen, Connie. Isn't this a little inappropriate."

Conrad begins to panic, "What? I-I mean, I'm barely a year older than you! Are you uncomfortable because," He pauses seeing your expression and he suddenly remembers what he had said to Alex and he blushes, "Okay, that wasn't funny." He whines.

"Kinda was." You boast.

Conrad leans back and tucks some hair behind your ear, "So what do you say we leave this bathroom and go dance." He asks and your heart flutters. You nod. You had never wanted anything more.

* ~ *

Summer ended and came again quickly. It had been a year since Conrad kissed you in that bathroom and a year since he became your boyfriend. Since you didn't live in Cousins, long distance had been complicated. But this was Conrad—when he wanted something he was determined to make it work and luckily for him you had the same amount of determination.

It was Belly's seventeenth birthday, yours having happened a few months prior to the Summer, and Shayla was throwing her a party. Parties usually weren't your thing but having Conrad around made things better.

"Hey lovebirds, this is my make out spot now. Go away." Jeremiah exclaims, leaning on the wall you and Conrad had claimed as your own. He pushes you away from your boyfriend. You laugh as Conrad sends Jeremiah a dirty look.

"You're a freak, Jere. Why can't you find your own?" He asks, his arm remaining around your waist.

"Because this is the only quiet one, and she isn't the only one who wants privacy."

You look at Micheal, Jeremiah's boyfriend, and smile, "Hi, Mike." Micheal awkwardly smiles back.

"Why can't you find a bathroom?" Argues Conrad.

"Occupied." Jeremiah defends.

"Okay children, calm down." You say, taking your boyfriend's hand in yours, "Babe, I’m thirsty, do you think you could grab us drinks while I dance with Belly and Taylor?" Conrad sighs and looks down at you. He squeezes your hand.

"Of course, Starlight." Conrad says sweetly. He then turns around and ignores Jeremiah as he says a quick hello to Micheal and leaves for the kitchen. You smile sheepishly, "Sorry, here!" You move from the wall, "Have fun! I mean–um. Yeah!" You state, waving, and quickly leave to find Belly and Taylor.

"Y/n!" Belly shouts from the crowd and you push your way towards them. Belly hugs you and when she pulls away her cheeks are flushed and you know she's had one too many drinks. But, by the way Taylor is holding her hand you know she's in good hands. Literally.

"Hi, Bells'. Tay." You smile and start to dance with them. Taylor nods at you, gripping Belly's hips and moves them to the music. Just like last year they're wearing flower crowns and they look beautiful. Your mind wanders to Conrad and you remember how he'd offered to buy or make you a flower crown last year since Belly only had two. He'd been so kind. You smile. However, just as quickly as your smile came it disappeared because someone's hands touched your waist. You know it's not Conrad, you know how his hands feel and these aren't his hands.

You turn around only to be met with familiar blond curls, "Alex?"

"Hi, Y/n." Alex smiles, not moving his hands. You return his smile awkwardly. You don't know what to do. His smile makes you want to puke and you don't understand why. You look around for Conrad. "You wanna finish our dance, without interruptions this time?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Alex, I actually have a boyfriend." You mutter and shakily move his hands. Belly has turned around now and when she notices Alex, she drunkenly frowns. In seconds she's taking your hand and pulling you into her and away from the boy.

"Hi," She slurs, "I'm Belly."

Alex sends her a tight-lipped smile, "Hi," You look away but his hand gripping your arm makes you turn to him again, "I-" He starts but he's interrupted by Conrad yanking his arm, causing him to drop his hold on you.

"Don't ever touch her." Conrad snaps.

Alex squints at Conrad, "Not you again." He looks at you, "Does he even know you?"

"I'm her boyfriend, dipshit." Conrad exclaims, his arm going around your shoulder and you unconsciously lean into him.

Alex frowns, "Oh," He moves away, "My bad, man." Your hands clench. Suddenly it matters that you're taken? It hadn't only a minute earlier! When Alex leaves, you turn to Belly and Taylor and they look just as disgusted as you do.

"My bad, man." Taylor mocks, "Asshole." She says and continues to dance.

"Men suck." Belly mutters, taking Taylor's hand and spinning her around. You laugh. You would have agreed, had your boyfriend's hands around your waist not reminded you that no, not all men sucked. But then again, not all men were your boyfriend.

You spin back around and he pulls you into him, "You ok?" He asks, genuinely concerned. You smile and nod, "Good." He says, rubbing his thumb over your hips. His lips twist into a smirk and you tilt your head.

"You look like you enjoyed that." You say.

Conrad raises his brow, "I did not enjoy him touching you when you were obviously uncomfortable, Starlight."

You laugh, "No, I meant telling him that you're my boyfriend."

"I am your boyfriend." Conrad smirks and leans in to kiss your forehead. He looks at you, blue eyes shining, "Is it so bad that I want people, especially idiots like him, to know?"

You pretend to think for a moment, "No," You smile, "I don't think it's bad."

"Good because I want everyone to know." Conrad says as he kisses your lips. You lean up and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

"Ew, gross." Belly groans, pulling on your arm, "Connie, leave her alone. It's my birthday and I want to dance with my best friends!" You chuckle as Conrad’s eyebrows scrunch but he doesn't protest, he only points to Belly and says,

"Only because it's your birthday."

Belly drunkenly points her tongue at him and Conrad smirks, amused at how childish she is when she's drunk. You look at them and your own smile curls your lips. A year ago, Conrad smiling at Belly would have made your heart sink and your insecurities spiral. Now, those insecurities are forgein because while Belly might be the Sun and Conrad might be the Moon, you were his Star.

And what is a Moon without Stars?

#conrad fisher #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher w you #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher fluff #conrad fisher smut #conrad fisher fanfic #the summer i turned pretty #the summer i turned pretty fanfiction

[swanhaze]

ON THE BEACH — conrad fisher x reader

warnings: alcohol, swearing, yn is a mess, miscommunication, angst, slight hurt comfort

she stumbled through the sweaty bodies of people, her mind spiraling, the bottle of alcohol feeling heavy in her hand, this past year has been rough for yn, the love of her life dating her best friend, losing the house that she spent all her summers in, the women who was like her second mother dying.

it was bound to happen but it didn’t hurt any less, just like yn finding a full bottle of alcohol on the table and picking it up was bound to happen, hurt people do that sometimes.

the night air hits her when she walked out party, this was exactly what she needed, the late night breeze to bath her and wash away all her stress and hurt.

she lets out a sigh, closing her eyes feeling at peace for second, but that was interrupted when she opened her eyes to see two fishers and a conklin looking at her with not the best looking facial expressions.

“what happened?” she asks, her words slurring together, a product of the amount of alcohol that she’s had in the past hours.

there’s silence for a couple seconds that felt like hours, the six eyes of the three people looking at her in concern, it was obvious that she wasn’t it the right state of mind to be telling her this, especially when yn loved the beach house so much and losing it has been doing a toll on her.

the conklin girl is the first to speak up, “nothing, yn.” she says softly, trying her best to shake up yn, lately anything she says to yn angered the girl lately, it’s not like belly could blame her though.

yn stumbled down the steps, grabbing onto to jeremiah’s shoulder to stabilize herself, “it doesn’t seem like nothing.” she says, bringing the bottle to her lips.

she feels his eyes on her, the older fisher, but her clouded mind tries to ignore it, she can’t be weak.

“it’s nothing I promise.” belly says inching closer to her best friend hesitantly, are they even best friends anymore?, “hey, maybe you should take a break from the drinks.” she says raising her hand to take the already half way done bottle from yn.

yn brings her hand that holds the bottle away from belly’s reach, scowling at the girl, “why?” she asks, “don’t act like you’re a saint Isabel, that’s never gotten drunk before.” yn says implying to last summer.

the taller girl squeezed her eyes before opening them again, “that’s not what I’m saying.”

“that’s exactly what you’re saying.” yn says moving away from jeremiah’s shoulder, she knew that wasn’t what belly was saying, but her drunken mind wanted to pick a fight, something she couldn’t do all year, because she was pretending to be fine.

“because you’re belly conklin.” yn says tauntingly, “the girl that can’t do no harm, the saint that everyone loves, give it up for belly conklin everybody!” yn yells unexpectedly grabbing some attention of some of the people around them, they get waved off by conrad.

Jeremiah puts his hand on yn’s shoulder but she shrugs him off, “but you know who should be called the saint?” she asks sarcastically walking closer to the other girl, “me.” she points to her own chest. “because I never would’ve did what you did to me belly.” yn says tearfully, the hurt from the past year fills yn’s head as she tilts her head back to keep her tears at bay, “I would’ve never done that to you.”

“yn.” his voice fills her ears, a sense of concern is in his tone, it makes her feel weak, something that she never wants to be, but look at her now, drunk and almost in tears.

“what are you talking about yn?” Jeremiah cuts his brother off, but he knows what she’s talking about, everyone knows, all except conrad.

“nothing.” she says mocking the words that were said to her not to long ago, she then smiles her emotions doing a 360, “who cares, let’s have fun guys!” she exclaims, trying her best to take their minds off of the vulnerability that she just showed. “it’s a party!”

conrad finally inches closer to her, trying his best to take the bottle out of the intoxicated girl’s hands, “yn, belly’s right let’s take a break from the drink.”

she pushes his hand away, “no.” she whines stubbornly, backing away from him.

yn brings the bottle up to the sky and smiles, “let’s make a toast guys.” she says stumbling backwards, Jeremiah’s hand finding it’s way to her back immediately.

“let’s make a toast to…” she trails off looking up in thought, before her smile becomes bigger, “a toast to losing the beach house.” she jeered.

belly and jeremiah’s face fall even more if that’s possible at the girls words, conrad shaking his head disappointedly, disappointed that you would say that and even more disappointed that you let yourself get to this state.

she brings the bottle conrad’s face, only for it to be pushed away and she gives him a fake pout, “no toast?” she asks tauntingly.

“suite yourself.” she says brining to bottle to her lips.

she drunkenly walked away and yells out, “you guys are so boring!”, she takes another sip, “I’m going for a late night swim.”

the three watch her figure disappear into the night, “late night swim?” conrad whispers to himself in confusion.

her throat burns as she stumbles through the sand, heading towards the water that replicates a black hole, ready to suck her in.

she take of last big gulp of the alcohol before letting herself lay in the ocean, letting it take her away, only the sound of the waves filling her ears.

she finally feels at peace, she closes her eyes and lets all the hurt, stress and sorrow release from her, the waves wrapping around her like a cozy blanket, cradling her like how susannah would.

just as yn thought she had some peace, she feels herself being pulling from her blanket that is the waves and into the air, “what the hell yn!”

she’s thrown over the persons shoulder and out the water, she already knows who it is, and it’s makes her angry.

“let go of me!” she screams hitting his back repeatedly as he walks out the water, “you asshole!”

she feels herself being thrown on the sand and looks up at the oldest fisher, “why did you do that?” she demands.

“why did I do that?” he asks in shock, before pointing to the ocean behind him, “yn, you could’ve died! I just saved you.”

“I didn’t ask to be saved.” she said stubbornly as she got off the sand and stood up.

“what’s your problem?” he says, it sounds like he’s completely fed up.

“what do you mean?”

“wha-what do I mean?” he asks walking closer to the shorter girl, “yn you’ve been acting different since last summer, all you’ve done is ignore me and if you’re not ignoring me you’re giving snarky marks, you’ve been a brat all year.” he says pointing at her accusingly.

“I have not been a brat!” she raises her voice defensively.

“yes you have!” he yells back leaning down to her face.

“even if I was being a brat I have every right to be!”

“really yn?” he laughs sarcastically, “really? what’s your right for acting like a fucking brat.”

“-because I’m hurt!” she yells over him, pointing at her self, “I’m hurt that you would date my best friend knowing that I was in love with you!” a nasty sob is finding it’s way up her throat, everything that she’s pushed down from the last year finding it’s way up.

he inches closer to her, he looks at her like she spoke another language , she’s in love with him? “what are you talking about?” his voice is shaking, his hands are shaking.

“don’t make me repeat it.” she whimpers, this is what she was afraid off, she lets something out and she can’t stop.

“you’re in love with me?”

“why are you acting like you don’t know?”

“because I did’n-!”

“you didn’t know?! are you serious conrad?” she yells over his yells, “do you take me for an idiot? everyone knows, steven knew, jer knew, taylor knew, shayla knew, your mom knew, belly and steven’s mom knew, my mom knew!”

yn lets out a shaky breath, “belly knew.” she says letting a small cry out, she still can’t believe that her best friend would do that to her. “everyone knew conrad, you had to know!”

he shakes his head repeatedly, bringing her face closer to his chest, “I didn’t know.” he whimpers and repeats himself about ten times as she sobs into his chest. “do you know how hard it was to watch you two? so shameless, it felt like you didn’t care for my feelings at all.” she cries turning her face away, but he cups her face in his hands and turns her to face him.

“I’m so sorry yn, I didn’t know.” he says letting his thumbs wipe her cheeks, “this changes everything..” he trails off, “if I knew I would’ve…”

“you would’ve what!” she cuts him off, pulling away from his grasp.

“yeah you would’ve what conrad?!”

both conrad and yn snap their heads in the direction of the familiar voice.

belly stands in the sand her orange outfit making her stand out, she doesn’t look at yn, knowing she’ll cry if she looks at her broken best friend, “you would’ve what conrad?”

“belly…” he trails off.

“no,no you would’ve what? you would’ve dated yn?” she asks walking closer to the two.

“don’t do that…”

“no,no, you would’ve what? you would’ve dated her?”

“yes, I would’ve!”

belly and yn flinch at his outburst, he would’ve what? “and you would’ve never forgotten her corsage too right?”

yn shakes her head trying her beast to wrap her head around what just came out, the man that she’s been in love with her whole life’s mouth. “I… I need to go..” she says stumbling away from belly and conrad.

“wait yn!” conrad exclaimed reaching out for her.

“I’m sorry.” she says walking away, “I can’t right now… I’m tired.” she then walks into the night leaving her best friend and the love of her life in the beach.

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp conrad #conrad fisher #conrad x reader #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x reader #belly conklin #jeremiah fisher #the summer I turned pretty x reader

[mvltisstuff]

going, going, gone pt. 2 - c.f

summary: y/n leaves to do what susannah always wanted for her boys.

conrad fisher x conklin!reader

a/n: gif is not mine, but i was so so happy to see how much everyone loved part one!! i’ve never had to tag people, but i will try and do that at the end of the story <3 this is also not following the books, that i haven’t read because i’m the worst reader 😭

y/n stood on the opposite side of susannah’s bed, visiting her in boston after she was waiting to see her girls. her connection to laurels daughters was always something susannah felt from the moment they were born. she always wanted girls of her own, but she was still blessed with her two sons.

belly was sitting on the bed, a bright blue dress as susannah looked into her eyes. laurel had gone out to run errands for her friend, so the girls had stayed with susannah.

it was clear that her condition was declining, and rapidly. her face didn’t have the usual sunshine look, and she appeared weaker than y/n and belly were ever used to. her skinny hands trailed to theirs and wrapped together. her touch went from a warm comfort to as light as a feather. somehow, through the cloudy day, the sun poked through and her angelic smile blessed the girls.

“i’ve been missing you so much,” susannah grinned, placing a hand on belly’s thigh and grabbing y/n’s hand with the other. “i’m so glad you came to see me. i needed to see you girls.”

the look on belly’s face was almost coated with uncomfortableness, her naïve self not used to seeing people in this condition. y/n didn’t want susannah to see her fall apart in her grasp, so she made herself blend with tranquility.

the time had passed where they wanted to attempt to save susannah. now, they knew it was only a matter of time until they lost her. they may not have physically lost susannah, but they lost the spark in her a long time ago.

“the boys love you, you know,” she tells belly, and then turning her head to y/n. “both of you.”

“i know,” y/n replies, seeing belly trying to find the right words.

“promise me something?” she asks, looking at belly who’s head perks up. “look after them for me.”

“you’re going to do that yourself,” belly remarks barely over a whisper, moments away from letting the dam break. y/n’s cried enough tears for susannah, but somehow they don’t seem to stop. watching her whole family experience this grief makes her feel less alone, but seeing her baby sister fall apart is near unbearable.

she watched as belly crumpled on the bed into susannah’s arms, and her once warm grasp felt lighter than ever.

ever since her death, y/n wants to look at belly the same. her actions make it so hard. she promised susannah to take care of her boys, and she failed. she let jeremiah sit around knowing he wasn’t the one she truly wanted. afterwards, she made conrad watch in heartbreak her new self with jeremiah.

that scares y/n, knowing that she’ll never truly be able to pick between them. in the long run, no matter who she “picks”, she’s hurting more people than she thinks.

she figures the best thing she can do is be there for conrad, as belly and jeremiah don’t think it’s necessary.

as she drove further and further away, the music she normally sings to turned into static. conrad would probably still be in cousins, not wanting to face his family back in boston. the traffic had quieted down, for people would be home with their families.

she pulled up the the house that had gotten it’s life back before julia took it all away. conrad and y/n were the main ones trying to save the house from being invaded by another family. even if they couldn’t, the cousins house would always have the fisher’s name on it. when y/n walked up to the front door, she slowly turned the doorknob and stepped in.

her footsteps lightly echoed due to the emptiness of the house, some of the front rooms still looking lifeless. y/n walked around, picturing everything exactly how susannah had it, all the portraits and loving decor she had around. she knew, though, that’s how conrad will set everything up.

the sun was just starting to dip down below the horizon, and when she spotted conrad sitting with his feet dipped in the pool, he looked lower than the sun ever could get.

she quietly stepped out onto the back, not saying a word until he noticed her. his head slowly tilted around, feeling her sweet eyes burning through him. he felt more relieved. she’s the only person he wants to see. she’s the one person who hasn’t ripped his heart out and used it.

“what are you doing back?” he questions, keeping his collected expression.

“i didn’t think you really wanted to be alone. you can’t fool me, conrad,” she smirks softly, moving over to sit next to him on the edge of the pool. she dips her feet into the cool water, not yet graced by the hot summer air.

“i don’t need you to be here for me, i don’t think i’m too good of company right now.”

“i think that’s exactly why you need me,” y/n says as conrad looks back to her. he’s always noticed y/n’s beauty on the outside, but he never got to really appreciate the inside. her mind was just as beautiful as her hair when the wind blows it, or the dimples on her cheeks when she’s happy. “you don’t have to do this alone, you know.”

“yeah,” he sighs, swaying his feet in the pool. “i thought jere would at least help me.”

“i talked to belly,” y/n tells him, seeing him quickly freeze and lean his head back.

“it’s not a big deal, y/n, really,” conrad says.

“it is to me. i never thought of her like this, but i don’t understand how she could do that to you.”

“it’s a me problem, clearly jeremiah’s better than i am.”

“that’s not true. belly’s young and thinks she’s innocent. she doesn’t deserve someone like you. she’ll never take the time to know you, but she’s going to jeremiah because he’s ‘easier’.” y/n replies. “you’re perfectly fine the way you are, and you never have to change for her, or me.”

“my mom always saw me with belly. i think that’s the worst part.”

“but your mom didn’t see what belly’s done to you. susannah would never want you to change in order to be with her.” y/n says, clearly to him. “susannah asked belly to be there, and she failed.”

“what do you mean?”

“when belly and i went to visit, she asked us to take care of you and jeremiah. belly barely looked after you, and i don’t even know if she’s helping jeremiah.”

“i get it, though. i left her at prom, and broke her heart.”

“was it shitty of you? yes, i’m not gonna lie to you. at this point, she’s taking it too far by playing with you and now it’s jeremiah’s turn.”

“maybe my mom was wrong,” he looks away, connecting his eyes back with the minute waves in the water. “i miss her. she was like a breath of fresh air, and i feel like i haven’t gotten that since she died.”

“she’s still here,” y/n tells him, seeing the corner of his mouth turn up a bit.

“i still feel her sometimes. if i’m home and i hear a noise, i’ll think she’s cooking, or painting. i don’t need people to see me fall apart.”

“you never have to hide, conrad. not anymore, and not from me.”

the next time he locks eyes with y/n, he can majorly see the sincerity in her face. there’s still a hint of when they were young in their eyes, memories swimming back into conrad’s head. every time she talked to him, all the time she spent with him. every party she skipped because conrad didn’t feel up to it, and she didn’t want him to be alone. he never felt nervous around y/n the way he did with her sister. they always had a complex relationship, but never once did y/n fail to be next to him. conrad let his inch closer to y/n’s, letting her hand lay on top of his, leaving solace in him. he never noticed how soft her hands were, literally and figuratively. she never once used him and glued his pieces back together. it’s then that he realizes that’s something belly never did.

impulsively, he moves his body more toward y/n, trying to get all the gladdening she can give. she’s more than happy to give it to him, letting conrad hold onto her and have her help him. the world around the boy became lighter, almost forgetting about his former despondency caused by belly. the closer he got to y/n, the more he thought that his mother had mistaken belly for the one.

he brushes a stand of y/n’s hair behind her ear, placing his hand on the side of her neck. she breathes lightly, knowing what conrad wants from her, but not knowing if he needs it.

“conrad,” she whispers, his name coming across incredibly from her lips. “you know i love you.”

“of course,” he says back, his hand trailing down her arm.

“but i won’t be a redemption because you cannot have belly. i’ve been the second choice once and i destroyed myself. i won’t do it again.”

“belly’s not who i want. i don’t think i’ve ever loved belly the way i have for you.” it all felt so sudden, the tension growing thicker between them as conrad only wanted to deepen the connection. y/n was just so horrified of hurting him more. she knows that she could help him and love him how he should, but she needs to know that he’s not just trying to get belly back.

“i think we need time, conrad. please?” she asks, and he nods, slipping his hand back down and grabbing her hand. “but trust me when i say that’s it’s not over with us.”

the meaning behind her words is stronger. in reality, she just wants to dive into conrad and accept anything he has to give, but he needs to strengthen his own heart first. he needs to know what he wants. if y/n needs time, he will wait for her.

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Can I please request a Jeremiah x reader smut where it’s both of their first times! Smut but also cute and fluffy! Thank you ♥️

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When it comes to losing your virginity, you've always wanted to wait for the right moment to do it. Maybe it was watching rom-coms and reading hundreds of romances that implanted this vision in your mind, or maybe it was just you wanting to make that big moment perfect, knowing you could never re-do it if you jinxed it…or worse, regret it.

‘’I have not,’’ Belly confessed quietly, shaking her head. ‘’Cam and I went on our third date. It’s way too early.’’ She picked at a loose thread on her shorts, not exactly comfortable talking about sex but feeling comfortable enough to talk about it with you. ‘’Have you and Jere..?’’

‘’No,’’ you said, excluding the other things you and Jeremiah had done that weren’t full-on penetrative sex. ‘’But we are thinking about it.’’

Belly’s attention snapped up. ‘’Oh?’’

You nodded, a light flush tinted your cheeks.

‘’Are you nervous?’’

You nodded again.

So many things could go wrong even if you make sure everything is perfect. You also heard some girls say it hurt the first time and that they bled, which scared you a little.

Belly grabbed your hand, pulling you from your thoughts. ‘’I may not know anything about sex, but what I know is that it’s Jeremiah. He loves you. There’s nothing to be nervous about,’’ she assured you.

A few weeks later, the day finally came.

Your mom was out at her book club meeting and your dad was at the country club, leaving the house to yourself for a few hours. Taking advantage of their absence, you texted Jeremiah to come over…and to bring the condoms.

It was bold and definitely had him grinning on his couch at home before making up an excuse to ditch Steven at video games and shower and get ready for the big event.

While Jeremiah was getting ready, you did the same. You put on matching bra and underwear, gave your hair an extra brush and spritzed yourself with Jeremiah’s favorite perfume of yours, lit some candles for ambiance although it was burning hot outside. You made sure everything was perfect.

Except it wasn’t perfect. 

Right when Jeremiah unhooked your bra, his phone started blaring loudly and wouldn't stop. After the fifth ring, Jeremiah answered and left, needing to pick up his mother at the country club. He said he could come back after, but the moment was already ruined.

By some miracle, you were presented another perfect opportunity a few days later.

Susannah was out with Belly and Laurel for a debutante dress fitting, Conrad was at the beach surfing, and Steven was with Shayla.

You and Jeremiah were having a swim in his pool to cool down from the sun. Summer was beautiful, but the heat was too much sometimes. Thankfully, Jeremiah had a nice pool, which you loved to take advantage of. As always, playful splashing turned into kissing and soon enough, you were making out.

You moved things upstairs to Jeremiah’s room for more privacy, and also because didn’t want your first time to be in a pool or on the Fisher’ back porch. 

‘’Careful!’’ Jeremiah reminded as the two of you hurried upstairs, leaving water all over the floors despite being wrapped in a towel. ‘’The floors are slippery when we—’’ 

You caught his arm in time before he could slip and fall, sending the two of you in a fit of laughter. The fun was interrupted when he backed you against the wall and kissed you in the hallway. You melted against him and let your towel drop. 

Jeremiah brought you to his bed, not caring about the wet patched your wet baiting suits would leave behind. It's not like you were going to keep them on for very long. 

Hands were all over each other's body, exploring and grabbing while you were kissing with desire. You undid the ties of your bikini, chucking it on the floor, then moved to your bottoms. Your whole body was on fire under Jeremiah's touch — you needed it all off. 

You reached for Jeremiah's shorts, helping him out because it was harder to take off when wet...and horny, but that's when Steven decided to walk in like he owned the place, catching sight of Jeremiah's bare ass. 

For the rest of the summer, you weren't able to find a good moment. Jeremiah was either working at the country club's pool, or someone was home. You could have snuck to an empty bedroom at a party, but a stranger's bedroom was nothing romantic for a first time. 

You were starting to get impatient so, one night he was supposed to drive you home, you made him pull over and stop the car. It was dumb and had high risks of getting caught, but you didn't care. 

‘’Are you sure?'' Jeremiah asked, seeing you pull your dress over your head. ''We don’t have to if you don’t.’’

You shook your head, looking right into his beautiful blue eyes. ‘’You’re my best friend, Jere. I want it to be you. I want it to be now.’’ 

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Healed and Hurt.

Conrad Fisher x Reader

Summary: Conrad had broken your heart, and broken all of you along with it. You’d finally put the pieces back together… but there was just something your heart could never ignore.

Author’s Note: Can people please make more TSITP gifs so I can get more inspo for writing these pretty pretty please??? Y’all seemed to love the other tsitp one shot so I hope you love this just as much xoxo

You weren’t sure of the moment you’d lost him. But you knew the exact moment when you realised that you had. He’d come back from surfing, and it had started raining outside in Cousins - a rare summer shower even on the hottest day. Conrad had showered and came downstairs to where you were curled up on the couch, eyes closed. The Conrad that you knew would have grabbed the nearest blanket and settled it over your shoulders, and taken up the spot closest to you so that, when you awoke, you could snuggle into him and he’d share in your comfort. But this Conrad had taken a seat on the opposite couch, his eyes focused on a distant spot somewhere in the lounge. You’d woken up when it got oddly cold and realised that he’d left the garden doors open, letting in sprays of rain and the coldest wind.

“Con?” You’d spoken, voice full of sleep, “Everything okay?”

He looked at you with an off, empty look in his eyes - like he was looking at a stranger. You knew then, and you still couldn’t figure out why.

That wasn’t your Conrad. That wasn’t the Conrad that loved you.

———

That exact moment had been four months ago, only a week before things ended between the two of you. You’d cried more than your heart could cope with, and you’d had enough sleepless nights to make it feel like you wouldn’t sleep again. You’d stopped eating and stopped enjoying the smallest things in your life. Until, one day, you just felt… better. There was no specific cause or cure, just that you were yourself once again. The self that you’d been before Conrad. Healed.

Your parents had owned a house in Cousins for the past couple of years and that’s how you’d first met the Fisher family. This weekend would be the first time you were returning to Cousins since you and Conrad had finished, and it was agitating a pain in your chest that you tried your best to ignore.

“(Y/n)?” It’s your Mom’s voice that snaps you back to reality, “Do you mind taking a trip to the store?”

You look at her and blink a second time, feeling your mind return to the setting of the beach house, “Yeah, yeah, of course I will.”

“Thanks honey,” She smiles, “There’s a list on the kitchen island.”

You nod and she steps back out of your bedroom, letting you return to welcome solitude.

There was something about being back here - this house, this town - everything reminded you of him.

———

The shop is relatively empty when you get there and you make your way around the aisles picking up the items from your Moms list. It was thanksgiving next week so these were just the bits to keep you fed between now and then. She definitely wouldn’t trust you with the real thanksgiving shop.

As you round onto the next aisle, your cart bumps into someone coming the other way.

“Oh shit my-“ A familiar voice speaks quickly and you glance up to see Stephen at the end of your cart.

“Stephen!” You grin, “Hi!”

He grins just as widely and stretches out his arms, “Holy shit (y/n) it’s good to see you.”

His arms wrap you in a bear hug and he breathes deeply as your chin perches atop his shoulder, stood on your tiptoes to do so.

“What are you doing here in Cousins?” You ask him, “I thought you guys were only here for summer.”

“Yeah well my Mom and Suzanne decided to start doing thanksgiving too because they think we should see each other more often,” He shrugs his shoulders, “I’m not complaining, it’s more fun here than back home.”

“Yeah, yeah, definitely,” You nod, “I didn’t even think to ask you guys if you’d be here. I mean, normally I’d ask Co-“

Both of you stop and he looks at you with that frown between his eyebrows as if watching the discomfort settle between you.

You clear your throat, “How are the boys?”

Stephen smiles that sort of sympathetic smile, “They’re good. I’m sure they’d love to see you, and my sister would too - she’s going to hate that she didn’t come to the store with me.”

You laugh and drag a hand through your hair, the mention of Conrad and the Fishers bringing back that same glimpse of empty pain you’d had for weeks after things had ended. You avert your eyes from him towards the large windows in the store and notice that the heavens have opened, rain pouring onto the concrete.

“Shit, I knew I should’ve brought the car,” Stephen winces, “I better call Jere-“

“No, no, don’t be silly,” You shake your head, “I’ll drive you home, it’s the same way anyway.”

“(y/n) I always knew you were an angel,” Stephen jokes with a bright smile.

He helps you put your things through the checkout and then the two of you clamber into your car, dumping your bags into the back.

You drive the short distance in the direction of both houses, the Fisher’s house only being a street away from your own. The roads are all familiar, a second home within itself. But the sight of their exact house, as you pull into the driveway, settles an uneasy feeling on your chest. You ignore it.

“Thanks (Y/n),” Stephen smiles, “And, hey, don’t be a stranger. We’d all still love to see you, I’m sure they’ll all say the same when I tell them you were here.”

You smile and go to respond when your car door is pulled open.

“(Y/n) (y/l/n)!” It’s Jeremiah, his arm holding your door as he stands in the opening, grinning wildly as his hair gets rapidly soaked by the rain, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Driving Stephen back to avoid the rain,” You laugh gently, “Which you should be doing too.”

“Please come in, Belly’s going to kill me if you were here and she didn’t get to say hi,” He has those sort of eyes that it’s impossible to say no to, the same golden retriever look that ran through his personality.

You turn your keys in the ignition and pull them out, “Alright, just five minutes.”

Jeremiah reaches out a hand to you and stretched one side of his hoodie out so you can both duck under the material, the three of you hurrying towards the house.

It’s all so beautifully familiar. Stephen grumbling about the rain in his hair and Jeremiah laughing the same way he always did, the warmth of the walls in this house, the sense of home.

The door shuts behind you and you feel it again - that little bit of relief that you really had moved on. This place held good memories - for the year that you’d been dating Conrad he’d been everything and his family came with that. Losing him didn’t mean you lost the sense of family that his own people had always given you.

“Okay, now we can say a proper hello,” Jeremiah laughs, wrapping his arms around you as he lifts you up from the ground, spinning you around before settling you back down.

“It’s good to see you too, Jere,” You return, “I’m sorry, I had no idea you guys were back in Cousins.”

“Yeah, well, it was a last minute decision,” He nods, “Come on, I think Belly’s in the kit-“

Stephen grabs Jeremiah’s arm before he can go any further, “Um, Jere, is Conrad here?”

“Oh shit yeah I didn’t eve-“

“Guys, seriously,” You shake your head at them, “Come on, what happened with me and Con was a long time ago. We’re all grown ups here.”

They look at you with a slight uncertainty but nod anyway, walking through the back of the house.

Your steps pause ever so slightly when you catch sight of him but you don’t let it show, letting your eyes look around the rest of the room before falling back to him.

Conrad stands up almost instantly, his entire being alert.

“(Y/n).”

Your name from his lips turns a knot into your stomach but it dissipates when you focus on it for long enough.

“Hey Con,” You smile, running a hand through your hair.

“What are yo-“

“Oh my god (Y/n)!” Belly squeals and hurries over, engulfing you in a velocity fuelled hug, “What are you doing here?”

You laugh and squeeze her before stepping back, “Just dropping Stephen home.”

“Yeah, it was raining like hell when I was in the store so (Y/n) offered to drive back,” Stephen comments.

“You, uh, you hate driving in the rain,” Conrad clears his throat, eyes on you as if nobody else was there.

You let out a breathy laugh and let your eyes lock onto him, your fingers tightening around the car keys in your hand, “Yeah, a few months ago I did. I guess I just got better.”

He swallows the lump in his throat, his lips parting.

“I should probably get going,” You clear your throat, “My Mom will kill me if I let that ice cream melt.”

“We’ll catch up soon, okay?” Belly squeezes your arm, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

You wave goodbye and step back out, feeling the weight on your chest release just enough that it no longer feels like it’s there. You step back out of the house and, for the first time in a long time, Conrad races through your mind. You turn the music up just a little louder in your car so it’ll somewhat drown out the thought.

———

The following night, there’s a party down at the beach that it’s impossible to say no to when Jeremiah, Belly and Stephen have all been convincing you all day. You change into a pink ditsy floral dress that has a corset style top and a simple pair of white converse - they’d only end up full of sand anyway. It was cold enough that you knew it was a terrible idea to just wear a dress, so you throw over a baggy grey jumper and roll up the sleeves twice so they don’t hang over your hands.

Once they’ve texted to say they’re already there, you leave and take the short walk down to the beach, bag tucked over your shoulder.

“Hey! (Y/n)!” Cameron waves you over to where he��s filling up a red cup with a can of Sprite.

“Hey Cam,” You smile, “How are you doing?”

He nods, “I’m thinking this party is a terrible idea in the middle of November.”

You laugh, “I’m hoping a beer will warm me up a bit,” You take a cup and fill it from the keg beside him.

“How are you doing anyway?” Cam nudges you, “Is it weird being back?”

You take a second of looking at him before you respond, invisibly composing yourself, “No, it’s okay. What happened with me and Conrad was… and obviously I wouldn’t want to… I’m fine. We’re fine.”

He nods, taking it as certain sign that he shouldn’t persist with the topic, “I think Belly and the guys are over that way.”

You follow him over to where Belly, Jere and Stephen are all sat around a big campfire, warming their hands on the floating heat.

“Hey, are you not freezing in that dress?” Stephen looks at you slightly bewildered.

“Yeah, I’m used to never packing clothes to come here because I always have summer clothes in my closet in the house but… that doesn’t exactly work in november,” You wince, running your hands over the skin of your thighs.

“Yeah who thought it was a good idea to have a beach party in the middle of november?” Belly shakes her head, “It’s meant to get freezing tonight.”

Jere shrugs, “Where’s the fun in that attitude Bels?”

The chatter continues but you find your eyes drifting around the beach for a pair of eyes that you’re yet to find. Somewhere in the lost time, you get through a few more beers and the sun continues to set over the Cousins beach until the cold really starts to set in. The beer is warming your system just a little but far from enough.

A shiver runs over you and draws goose pimples to your skin, so you take it as your cue to leave, saying your goodbyes before heading up the beach towards the path that let you back to the houses.

You’re not sure why. But your feet take you in the direction of the street adjacent to your own, one you’d driven up and walked up countless times. One you missed.

In the one house that catches your attention, there’s a light on out the back and you find yourself pushing through the back garden gate into the yard.

“Jere?” It’s Conrad’s voice that speaks out and you turn to find him sat at the edge of the pool, his feet dragging below the surface.

“Um, no, it’s me,” You clear your throat, “Sorry, I’m not really sure why I came this way.”

He keeps his eyes on you, pushing himself up to stand at the poolside, “Do you-“

“Sorry, I should probably go home I-“

“I bet you’re freezing,” He interrupts, gesturing towards the doors into the house, “Do you want to come inside? I can make you a hot drink or something.”

“Um,” You look at the slightly pleasing look in his eyes and realise it’s impossible to say anything other than, “Sure.”

Conrad nods and pulls open the garden door, stepping aside to let you in.

“I think my Mom and Laurel are out at a bar tonight, it’s just me here,” Conrad comments as you follow him through to the kitchen.

You two spent every minute together when you’d been dating - thankful to be living in the same city without the hours long drive between you that you had at home. This kitchen was where he’d first kissed you. You’d been sitting atop the kitchen counter and he’d been making pancakes at the stove. You laughed when he failed at flipping one of them and he’d come over to make you try the first one - telling you it was good luck to try the first pancake of the night. He’d wiped a bit of syrup from the side of your mouth and the next thing you knew he was kissing you. His lips were uncertain at first but they soon-

“(Y/n)?” Conrad’s voice slices through.

You don’t remember ever hopping up onto the countertop but you’re in the exact spot you’d been in on that pancake morning.

“Do you want cocoa or tea?”

“Tea, please,” You swallow the lump in your throat, dropping your bag down to the counter beside you.

He nods and sets the kettle onto the stove, cracking up the heat before turning around to lean back against the counter opposite you, the water waiting to whistle to a boil behind him.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks you, crossing his arms over his chest.

You look at him and study his face for a moment, a face you’d memorised over and over again, and then shake your head, “That I’m fucking freezing.”

He laughs gently, the kind that rumbles the air, “That’ll teach you to not wear a dress in winter.”

“I didn’t have anything else,” You raise your hands in defence, “And this outfit looks cute.”

“It’s the most impractical outfit ever I mean seriously you must be cold as-“

Without you realising, Conrad has stepped forward from the counter and his hand has come to rest on your thigh - enough for you to feel the electricity charging through you.

“Sorry I-“

Before he can retract, you fly a hand down to press over the top of his, relaxing a little at the contact, “It’s okay. Your hands are warm.”

Conrad looks up at you through the hair that falls around his eyes and you bring your other hand up to brush the strands away from his face. He winces at the cold of your fingers when they brush his face and brings his own hand up to wrap around yours on his cheek to warm your skin there.

Both of you are silent, trapped in the most contact you’ve had in months. You hold each other there for just a moment before the kettle whistles behind him and it seems to snap you back to where you need to be.

“Thank god, I’m dying for a tea,” You pull both of your hands away from him and hop down from the counter, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard.

Conrad stays stood where he was, his hands resting on the countertop in front of him as he squeezes his grip against the edge of it.

You go about making two teas and hand one of the mugs over to him, wrapping your own two palms around the heat of the other.

Conrad winces as the liquid touches his lips, blowing gently on the rippling surface of the drink. You’d always loved his lips. The way they spoke, the way they laughed, the way they kissed. The indent of his cupid’s bow and the shadow of stubble that surrounded them when he didn’t shave. You’d always loved him.

“How come you didn’t come to the beach tonight?” You ask him, your hands burning a little under the heat of the mug.

“In this weather? It’s stupid.”

You shake your head, “You prefer the cold anyway.”

He stops for a moment and sets the mug down, “I figured you wouldn’t want me to be there, and I didn’t want to ruin your night.”

You purse your lips together and look away from him, down at an invisible mark on the floor, “You wouldn’t ruin it.”

Conrad doesn’t speak.

“Come on, just because we split up doesn’t mean we have to act like we don’t know each other,” You comment, “We’re always going to run in the same circles.”

He looks up at you again, studying you, “But we didn’t just split up. I broke your heart (y/n).”

You find yourself smiling just a little, “Anyone would think you’re full of yourself Con.”

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean-“

“I know,” You interject, taking a deep breath, “You did break my heart. But time heals, surprisingly. I’m good now, I’m happy.”

You watch his face falter for just a moment. Conrad was right - he had broken your heart. You’d been hurt by him. But things had changed. You couldn’t hate him forever, and you couldn’t hate your life without him forever. But, the truth was, he didn’t feel even close to being over you. And it killed him to think you’d already slipped away. Far enough away that he couldn’t pull you back.

“I’m glad you’re happy” He swigs the drink, “That’s all I ever wanted.”

You’re not sure what makes you say it. But you do without thinking.

“Really?” You raise your brows, “It didn’t feel like that last summer.”

“(Y/n)…”

“I fought for you Conrad. I really did,” You feel your voice tremble a little but regain it, “I remember even after I knew that you were done with me, I was trying so fucking hard to fix it.”

He’s silent, eyes watching you.

“Two nights before you ended it, I remember I stayed up after you thought I’d gone to sleep and I felt you pull away from me. You pulled your arm from underneath me, you took your arm away from around me, you pushed yourself back to the other side of the bed. And I knew you’d wake up and blame it on being cold in the night. But I felt you. I felt you go. And that’s when I gave up. When I knew there was no saving what you didn’t want to fix,” You shake your head, shaking out your hands to fight the way your body seems to tremble against your will.

“I never wanted to lose you (Y/n), I just… I got scared and I-“

“I don’t need you to explain things Conrad. I spent days and nights trying to figure out where the hell I went wrong. And I made my peace with it - if you weren’t going to love me that was fine, it didn’t mean I wasn’t capable of being loved.”

“I did love you, I do love you,” His words are almost pleading and he steps closer to you, still two feet standing between your bodies, “That never changed.”

You look down and smile a little at the thought, words that would have been wrenching at your heart a few months ago. Today, they settle into you and fall into your system like they weren’t ever said to have an impact.

“I shouldn’t have come here tonight Con,” You look up and take a deep breath, “Thank you for the tea, and for letting me in, and for… I don’t know, maybe we can class this as an impromptu therapy session. But I should be going.”

When you turn around, you notice the pounding rain outside, pattering against the glass and into the open cover of the swimming pool. It’s relentless, the kind that you can hardly see through.

“Stay,” Conrad speaks from behind you.

You turn around to look at him, his eyes soft as if there could never be a bad intention behind them.

“You can take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Your breath falls deeply from your chest, staring into eyes that had once broken you into pieces as you say, “Okay.”

———

The following morning, you step out of Conrad’s room and into the house. Everyone else is asleep, or at least you suppose they are from the shut bedroom doors and faint snores. You collect up your things and pad quietly along the wooden floors, wincing when one of the boards creaks on the staircase. You slip out of the back of the house, knowing the shortcut that would lead to your own house before your parents woke up to realise you’d never made it home.

It’s a crisp morning but the sun is just starting to warm the air and you squint against the bright light. Just visible at the end of the boardwalk leading towards the water, you can make out the shape of a boy sat in solitude. You’re not sure what draws you to him, maybe the same thing that had drawn you in the first place.

Conrad turns around when he hears your feet against the wooden pier and watches as you sit down in the seat beside him along the wooden bench, both of you looking out at the still water.

“Did you sleep well?” He asks, clearing his throat when the words come out dry.

You nod, “I always said your bed was comfy.”

Conrad nods, folding his arms over his chest, “The same can’t be said for those couches.”

You smile a little and look down at your hands in your lap, “Thank you for letting me stay.”

He shrugs, “It’s the least I could do. My Mom would kill me if I let you walk home alone in the rain.”

You’re both silent.

“I should pro-“

“Can I ask you something?” He cuts you off.

You settle back into your seat and look at him briefly, turning your head back to the water soon after, “Of course.”

“How did you get over it?” Conrad asks so simply as if the question has been playing on his mind a hundred times, “How did you make it look so easy?”

You take a deep breath, “It wasn’t easy, Con. I cried for weeks over you.”

He clenches his jaw, the mention of your hurt making him hate himself a little more, “But what about now?”

“I was home and you were in Boston. It was easier to get over you when we weren’t around each other. I just… I realised I could be fine by myself,” You swallow the lump in your throat, “I just convinced myself that there was nothing I could have done. That in a thousand lives in a thousand universes, you’d have still done the same - because you’d have just fallen out of love with me. And so it was out of my control.”

“You really think I fell out of love with you?” Conrad looks at you with his eyebrows slightly raised, his lips parting as if he’s echoing the hurt into silence.

“Come on Con,” You turn your head to him, “I was there. I watched you slip away.”

“I-“ He takes a deep breath, “I meant what I said yesterday. I was scared. It wasn’t that I fell out of love with you. Hell, I think I fell so in love with you that that’s why I jumped. Because I’d wake up and Id think of you and then I’d want to see you all day, and I’d go to bed thinking of you and every single day I knew you were all I ever wanted.”

You feel the lump form in your throat, the electricity coursing through your hands that just seem to want to reach for him.

“People would mention your name and I’d be listening for the rest of their sentence. I couldn’t see colours without thinking of you, I couldn’t hear songs without reminding myself of you, I couldn’t do anything without being consumed by you,” He gasps as if all air has left his lungs and his hand lifts to press against his chest, “You became me, my whole life. And I was so fucking terrified of it. I just… it’s stupid, I know it is. But I loved you too much to ever think I’d be enough for you, like I was waiting for the moment Id hurt you.”

“And you don’t think ending it was what hurt me?” You point out.

He laughs a little and you see the tension release a tiny bit, “Yeah, yeah, I guess I should’ve thought of that.”

“You know the worst thing you can do when you love someone that much is to push them away? To make them feel like they’re not loved, not wanted, not worth it,” You explain, “You might’ve felt all of those things Conrad but did you ever try to tell me that? To show me that?”

He closes his eyes and swallows the lump in his throat, “I want to. Now, I want to.”

You shift yourself on the wooden bench and draw your legs up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them, “Okay.”

“Wh- what?” Conrad blinks, “I don-“

“We’re not getting back together, Con. I’m not the same girl that I was when we first got together, and you’re clearly not the same guy. But I think we need to get to need to get to know these versions of ourselves - and if those two love each other, then they’ll make it work,” You nod, more certain of yourself than ever before, “I’m (Y/n).”

Conrad looks down at your outstretched hand and smiles to himself, clasping it to shake his hand with yours, “I’m Conrad.”

He keeps his hand around yours and his thumb brushes your skin. When his grip releases, you watch his hand flex slightly away from the loss of touch.

You look into his eyes, the ones that pierced into your soul so often. And you feel a little piece of yourself melt under his gaze, a little piece of your heart swell softly.

“Well, (Y/n), do you like pancakes?”

“I do.”

He outstretches a hand once again and this time you lace your fingers with him, a course of adoration flooding through you.

You could do this.

You had healed.

You could be you, and he could be him. And the two could cross once more.

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max verstappen

powerless

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enough for you

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loveless

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happier

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pictures (tasm)

his neighbor

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your kiss

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saving you

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yes i'm a mess

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hope ur ok

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burn

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jealousy

brutal

not strong enough

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teenage dream

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pretty isn't pretty

bummerland

all my love

concerned

someone gets hurt

short luke blurb

better now

the name of the game

slump

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christmas kisses

christmas for three

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breaking the silence

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time after time

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[jahayla-parker]

Could you do a conrad fisher x reader where he gets jealous of her and jeremiah friendship? and if you do smut then smut at the end but if not just fluff

Boy Friends : Conrad Fisher x Reader

(& Jeremiah Fisher x Platonic!Reader)

Description: 4.7k wc, Conrad gets jealous of his girlfriend and his brother’s friendship and y/n tries to fix it. Some angst-fluff/hurt-comfort. (there’s an OPTIONAL smut epilogue LINKED but know that part is 18+ only due to content)

Warnings: some hurt/angst/jealousy, relationships, etc. The linked epilogue is 18+ only!

Conrad sighed quietly as y/n’s giggle rang out from a few yards away. He watched as his brother Jeremiah chased after y/n as she ran along the shore. They’d all been hanging out along the pier when Jeremiah randomly claimed he could outrun y/n. Conrad watched as y/n immediately started running down the dock and onto the hot sand as soon as the statement left Jeremiah’s mouth.

Conrad was happy the girl he loved and his brother got along so well. However, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy over their friendship. Jeremiah and y/n had been friends before she’d even met Conrad. In fact, Conrad met y/n through his younger brother. Which certainly did not help his feelings of jealousy.

Conrad trusted y/n, more than he trusted anyone else. Yet, he didn’t care for the way y/n’s friends would call Jeremiah her boy friend. Sure, they used the appropriate spacing between the words. But, it was still too close to the term boyfriend for Conrad’s liking.

Conrad knew y/n, Jeremiah, and her friends meant no harm by it. In fact, it was something Jeremiah had started when trying to scare some creep away from y/n at a frat party a few years back. Jeremiah had come up and interrupted the frat guys’ incessant small talk and introduced himself by saying, “I’m Jeremiah, y/n’s boy….friend”. When y/n questioned Jeremiah for calling himself her boyfriend, worried that their friendship would fall apart due to her not returning his feelings, he clarified that he’d said boy friend not boyfriend. Jeremiah had known that the guy would back off thinking he meant boyfriend and just unintentionally added the awkwardly long pause between the words. It worked, the guy left y/n alone after that. Since that night, the nickname just stuck.

Usually it didn’t bother Conrad that greatly. But today, he’d been witness to multiple incidents in which he felt Jeremiah was better at the role. Be it boy friend or even boyfriend. Between Jeremiah joking around until y/n laughed after she got into a fight via text with her best friend, Jeremiah picking out ridiculous clothes he dared y/n to buy, and now chasing her down the beach, Conrad was feeling like a third wheel. He felt bad for feeling like this, but it was out of his control.

Y/n leaned forward, her hands on her thighs as she tried to catch her breath. As she was gasping for air, her chest heaving, she felt arms wrap around her. Within seconds Jeremiah had flipped her body so she was now hanging upside down over his shoulder. Y/n squeaked quietly as she tried to get out of Jeremiah’s grip.

Y/n’s momentary shock turned into panic as she continued to still struggle to breathe. Being upside down, her abdomen pressed against Jeremiah’s shoulder blade, wasn’t helping her predicament. Y/n took short gasps before choked out, “Jere, stop,”.

Only, Jeremiah took it as a joke. He figured y/n’s shortness of breath was due to laughing too much, not from being unable to breathe. So, he shook his head and chuckled loudly as he marched back towards his brother. Jeremiah could barely see the panicked look cross Conrad’s face before his brother’s arms were on him. He barely had time to acknowledge the change in Conrad’s demeanor before he was feeling his brother peel y/n from his grip.

“Let her go Jere!” Conrad shouted, bending his brother’s fingers away from y/n’s legs. He ignored Jeremiah’s confused laughter and kept prying y/n from his brother’s hold. “I’m serious, fucking let her go!” Conrad exclaimed, his heart racing as he watched y/n weakly smack Jeremiah’s back.

“Okay, okay,” Jeremiah replied, shaking his head as he arched forwards.

The second Jeremiah was leaning down, y/n’s feet searched for the sand. She let out a loud sigh before taking in a giant gasp. Her lungs were burning, her eyes watery from the sensation. Y/n’s frantic eyes darted around until they found Conrad standing right by her. She’d kinda felt someone’s hands on her back, but she was so out of it that until she saw him, she didn’t even really notice it.

Y/N’s eyes lifted from where she saw Conrad’s Converse as they sank into the sand under them, and up to his face. The second she lifted her head enough to see his worried gaze, y/n all-but launched herself into his embrace. Y/n was still painfully sucking in more air, her hand now gripping the front of her boyfriend’s shirt.

Y/n could faintly make out Jeremiah’s apologetic tone as she focused on her breathing. She vaguely her him apologizing to her and Conrad for not knowing she wasn’t playing around. Y/n didn’t respond, instead letting Conrad handle the situation as he simultaneously rubbed her back soothingly.

Once y/n had regained her normal breathing rhythm, even though the air still burned in her lungs now, she sighed with relief. She gazed up at Conrad and offered him a cheek kiss in appreciation. When he looked down at her with such concern and love, y/n lifted her hand up and stroked his flushed cheek. “I’m okay now, Con,” she promised, wincing at how her weak voice made that sound untrue.

Conrad lifted a brow questioningly as he continued to watch y/n closely. But, as she nodded promisingly and took a visible deep breath, he settled. Conrad draped his arms carefully over her shoulders, being sure they were only touching y/n with a featherlight weight. He crooked his neck and placed a kiss to the top of y/n’s head, “good”.

The group was now settled back on the pier, quietly enjoying some ice-cream. Jeremiah had refused to stop apologizing until y/n suggested he could make up for it by buying them all some dessert. As such, they were now seated at a picnic table on the boardwalk, eating his apology.

Y/n sucked the melted ice-cream off her spoon as she watched her boyfriend closely. She noticed he seemed a bit off today; even before her windless breathing attack moments ago. She’d tried to bring it up earlier, but Conrad hadn’t really answered her. So as she took another spoonful of ice-cream from their shared dish, y/n kept staring at him; as if she stared long enough maybe she could read his mind through his beautiful cerulean eyes.

Jeremiah too had noticed something was bothering his older brother. But, he figured it was just one of Connie’s ‘moody moments’. As such, he hadn’t thought much of it until now. But, as Jeremiah watched y/n stare at Conrad and then look his way with a raised curious eyebrow, he decided enough was enough.

“Hey, uh,” Jeremiah said suddenly, his voice ending the peaceful silence surrounding their table. “I’m going to head back, keep the keys,” he said, digging the Jeep keys from his pocket and sliding them across the wooden slats towards his brother.

“Everything okay Jere?” Conrad asked, squinting at the car keys as they scratched against the panels on the picnic table. When he looked back up, he saw Jeremiah and y/n had seemingly exchanged a knowing look.

Jeremiah nodded, “yeah man”. He shrugged, picking up the bowl containing his remaining ice-cream. “Steven wanted to hang later, so I should get going,” Jeremiah explained. “Besides, gotta let the couple have some alone time,” he winked.

Conrad chuckled lightly as y/n smiled and shook her head before resting it on his shoulder. He nodded at his younger brother, “you walking then?”. Conrad quickly glanced towards the beach house, making sure it wasn’t too far. He smiled as Jeremiah nodded with a grin.

“Yep,” Jeremiah answered, tossing his ice-cream container in the trash bin beside them. “Well, I want hugs,” he said, holding his arms out expectantly. After both y/n and Conrad hugged him, Jeremiah smirked. “Alright, I best head out. I’m just the boy friend after all, now you gotta spend time with your boyfriend, y/n/n,” he playful instructed, making y/n laugh lightly.

Y/n waved goodbye to Jeremiah and then turned towards Conrad. Her smile fell off her face as she noticed Conrad’s smile had disappeared. She knew he was smiling right after hugging his brother, so what changed? Y/n took a calming breath as she set her hands on Conrad’s.

Conrad dropped his spoon back into the ice-cream dish when y/n had rested her hands over his. He looked up at her in confusion, only to frown when he saw her serous expression. Conrad wordlessly flipped his hands over so he could interlace their fingers. He shifted so he was straddling the picnic table bench so he was properly facing his girlfriend. Conrad watched y/n closely as he patiently waited for her to say whatever was on her mind.

“Connie,” y/n sighed, a pout pushing out her bottom lip. “Are…,” she huffed lightly before forcing on a tight and inauthentic smile, “are we okay?”. When y/n saw the wave of confusion cross her boyfriend’s face, a wave of relief hit her. “You’re not mad at me? Or, trying to avoid me?” She wondered quietly.

Conrad squeezed y/n’s hands tightly as he shook his head quickly. “No, no,” he gushed, “‘course not!” Conrad’s brows scrunched as he analyzed y/n’s eyes. “Wh-why would you think that, baby?”

Y/n let out an audible sigh before a slight smile graced her lips. “I dunno…” she shrugged, looking away from Conrad briefly, her eyes casting towards the ocean. “You just seemed off today,” y/n said, hearing Conrad’s subsequent sigh. “I mean… I know everyone has their days…” she clarified. “B-but… one second you were smiling that dashing smile you know I love and then the next second, when Jere mentioned me spending time with you, it was gone,” y/n pointed out cautiously.

Conrad sighed again as his thumbs rubbed the back of y/n’s hands. “It’s not you,” he promised, shaking his head. His guilt over feeling so envious had tripled now that he’d seen what it did to his girl. “I promise,” Conrad swore, moving his face closer to y/n’s. “I love spending time with you, baby,” he smiled, eyes flickering between y/n’s y/e/c eyes and her soft lips.

Y/n picked up on Conrad’s not-so-subtle gaze and smiled. She leaned forward, closing the distance between them until their lips met. Y/n felt Conrad’s hands tighten their hold on hers as he smiled into the kiss. When she pulled back, she slipped one hand out of his hold and moved it to his face. Y/n tilted her head to the side slightly as her thumb graced Conrad’s cheekbone, “then do it. Talk to me”.

Conrad leaned into y/n’s touch but frowned as he contemplated having to explain his feelings to her. He didn’t want y/n to hate him for how insecure he was feeling. He didn’t want y/n to feel like she had to choose between the brothers; especially as he wasn’t sure if he would be the chosen one. Conrad, of course, noticed the patient gaze his girlfriend wore as she saw his silent appreciation for what it was.

“I…,” Conrad licked his lips as he paused. “I love that you and Jere are close,” he disclaimed, waiting until y/n nodded that she understood. “But,…” Conrad shook his head a self deprecating scoff left his lips. “I can’t help but feel… like maybe… you are closer with him than me…” he mumbled, not knowing how to express his emotions without labeling them as jealousy.

Y/n watched Conrad wordlessly for a moment, hoping time would give him the chance to let go of whatever he was holding back. She lifted the left side of her lips as she squeezed his hand lovingly. “He’s just a friend, Connie,” y/n vowed, “I promise”.

Conrad nodded quickly with guilt and shame. “No, I, I know,” he admitted quietly. “I-I trust you,” Conrad said, nodding to himself, “I know you’re just friends”.

Y/n hummed delicately. She frowned as she looked at the sad expression on her boyfriend’s face. “Then why are you so jealous?” Y/n asked in a whispered manner as she once again traced Conrad’s cheekbone with her thumb.

“I’m not jealous,” Conrad blurted. A blatant lie. They both knew as much. He winced faintly at his own fib.

“Conrad,” y/n sighed lightly, using her tone to wordlessly convey he didn’t have to lie to her about this.

Conrad laughed humorlessly. “Okay, fine… I’m jealous,” he confessed reluctantly. “B-but it’s just… you two are so close, and…” Conrad trailed off, his eyes flittering away from y/n’s gaze in embarrassment.

Y/n’s head unconsciously tilted more to the left in confusion. She licked her bottom lip, bringing it in between her upper and bottom teeth momentarily. While lightly biting her lip, she analyzed her evidently insecure boyfriend in front of her. Y/n frowned, unable to find any other words to express her confusion then, “so are you and I, babe”.

Conrad nodded, a small smile on his lips as his eyes stayed glued to the small gap of picnic table bench between his lap and y/n. “In a different way,” he expressed solemnly. It wasn’t that Conrad didn’t love what he and y/n had, he hoped she knew as much. He just…, he felt bad for not being able to give her what Jeremiah’s friendship could; random, spontaneous, thrilling fun adventures.

Y/n’s hand lowered from Conrad’s cheek out of shock. She remained silent as her arm slowly sank back down to her side. “And, what’s wrong with that?” Y/n questioned breathily. “I…I love what we have, Connie,” she admitted, her worried eyes finding Conrad’s gaze.

Conrad swallowed thickly, his guilt building even more. This was exactly what he worried would happen. He hated that he wasn’t great at expressing his feelings and emotions. No matter how hard Conrad tried, that was something else Jeremiah seemed to be better at. “So do I,” Conrad proclaimed reassuringly, tightening his hold on y/n’s hand. He flipped their earlier roles/behaviors and used his free hand to cup y/n’s sun-warmed cheek. Conrad’s pinky finger was hooked underneath y/n’s chin, the soft tissue composing the side of his upper thumb rested in the valley between the slope of her nose and her cheekbone, his other three fingers lightly bore down captivatingly onto y/n’s upper jaw. Conrad could feel y/n’s tender and heated exaltations billowing out of her hydrated and plump lips and onto his thumb pad as it was pressed flatly against her lips.

“Then, what’s the problem?” Y/n asked mutely. “I’m not-,” she sighed, her breath ricocheting off of Conrad’s thumb pad area of his palm and back against her mouth. “I’m not understanding what you’re wondering about, Connie,” y/n admitted considerately.

“Am I enough?” Conrad questioned aloud. His breathy voice showed the softness of his vulnerability and insecurity. Conrad hated having to ask y/n this. He knew she loved him. Plus, Conrad despised putting y/n in a situation in which it made it seem like he needed her to constantly reassure him. This was his problem and he preferred to keep it that way. But, as Conrad gazed into y/n’s curious and compassionate eyes, the words escaped his mouth before he could stop them.

“What?!” Y/n sputtered. Her y/e/c eyes blinked rapidly as she gawked at Conrad. Disbelief would be an understatement for what she was feeling in that moment. How could Conrad not know how absurd that question was?!

Before y/n could utter another word or ask a more articulate clarifying question, Conrad began explaining himself. “I.. I’m not asking you to fix my insecurities baby; that’s not fair to you,” he determined. “I know you love me, I do, I assure you”. Conrad knew he needed to keep y/n from worrying that he didn’t feel the weight or sincerity of her love for him. “Baby,” he exhaled deeply, “I want to give you everything, but-“.

“Conrad,” y/n chimed in. She’d had enough of her boyfriend suggesting he was anything less the wonderful man she was in love with. Y/n cherished that he was being open and honest about his feelings, but she didn’t want him to wallow in them. Certainly not when they were so far off base.

“Connie,” y/n cooed, “you do.” She leaned her head into Conrad’s hold, nuzzling into his sail-boat-calloused palm. “You are everything,” y/n exclaimed breathlessly. “Sure, I’m friends with Jeremiah, but that’s just it. He’s just a boy who is my friend. You’re my boyfriend,” she commented. Seeing Conrad’s still present sadness, y/n added, “and, also a boy who is my friend”. She lovingly shook her head, Conrad’s fingers tenderly curling against her cheek in response. “You’re more than enough, you’re everything,” y/n vowed, intensely gazing into Conrad’s oceanic eyes.

Conrad’s cheeks flushed cerise as a bashful grin donned his lips. “I’m sorry for being jealous,” he apologized, “I do like it that you and Jere are so close”. Conrad grinned widely when y/n twisted her head slightly to place an adoring kiss to his palm. “I just can’t stand the idea of losing you,” he confessed. As uncomfortable as Conrad was while struggling to express himself, he now felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest. He was undoubtedly still slightly jealous of Jeremiah, but at least it wasn’t a secret anymore.

“You don’t need to worry about that, you’re stuck with me Conrad Fisher,” y/n winked. She giggled warmly as Conrad’s lips gifted her nose with a kiss. Y/n rested her forehead against Conrad’s before he had the chance to pull back completely. Her lips formed a painfully large smile as her boyfriend whispered how thankful he was to be ‘stuck’ with her.

Later that day, Conrad had to head to Cleveland’s for work, leaving y/n and Jeremiah to themselves again. He never worried about his absence, fully trusting his girlfriend and brother. And truth be told, he felt infinitesimally better knowing that y/n knew of his slight jealousy now; knowing she’d likely be even more cautious of the friendship boundary lines.

Yet, as Conrad returned home from work, he frowned upon not not being greeted by his sweet girlfriend. He begrudgingly dragged himself upstairs to shower and change so he could rid himself of the scent of fishing lure from Cleveland’s boat. Conrad sent a quick text to y/n to let her know he was home so he could possibly join her and his brother once he was done showering. He then plugged his phone into the charger and slipped into the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Conrad’s chuckled to himself despite the way his lips hurt from the size of his grin. He locked his phone and slid it into his shorts’ pocket before he looked back out his bedroom window again. Conrad leaned against the windowsill for a moment, taking in the sweet gesture.

While Conrad had been away at work, y/n and Jeremiah had relaxed on the beach. Y/n had tried to finished a novel she was reading while Jeremiah took advantage of the nice day by surfing. It was a laid back few hours, only breaking when Jeremiah caught sight of y/n wiping her hands against the sand in an odd manner.

When Jeremiah had ventured out of the waves and back to his friend on the shore, he laughed upon seeing what y/n was trying to do. “You’re so cheesy,” he groaned playfully, shoving her shoulder.

Y/n glared lightheartedly at her friend and then refocused on the sandy canvas before her. She’d smoothed out the sand so that she could write a cute message for her boyfriend, on she arranged so he could see it from his bedroom window. “Shut up,” y/n griped as Jere mumbled something about her being a simp for his brother.

“Just stay back,” y/n scolded, pushing Jeremiah away from her makeshift canvas of smoothed sand. “No ruining my masterpiece,” she commented playfully as she mentally envisioned the way she’d write the message in the hot sand. When she heard Jeremiah continue to mock her, y/n glared over at him, a little less playfully this time. “Look, he could really use this,” she defended, turning back to the empty space before her.

Jeremiah noticed the sincerity in y/n’s voice and decided to help. He knew even if he pushed her to a state of total annoyance, she’d never tell him what was bothering his brother Conrad. Y/n was loyal like that, especially when it came to her boyfriend, even though her boyfriend just so happened to be Jeremiah’s brother. So, while he wished he knew what was troubling Con, Jeremiah cluelessly decided to go along with y/n’s idea.

By the time Conrad had texted that he was home and hopping into a quick shower, the friends had finished their messages. Y/n had written, “I’m yours” in the sand with a smiley face next to it. She then had to help Jeremiah finish their shared sand-written note. When done, it read “we love you”, a large crooked heart drawn under the message. It was at that time that y/n texted Conrad to look out his window when he could.

While they waited for Conrad to join them, or text that he’d seen the sand messages and wanted them to hang out inside, Jeremiah taunted y/n. He kept pretending he was going to kick or toss sand over her note, a playful grin on his lips as he ran around the words. Y/n scolded him for getting too close to the note, shaking her head at his playful but careless behavior.

After begging Conrad to relieve her of Jeremiah duty, y/n wandered over to where a small section of smoothed but untouched sand remained. She smiled to herself as she knelt down and stuck her finger into the sun-heated sand. Y/n signed “I”, a little heart, “you”, in cursive letters. She leaned back and smacked Jeremiah’s leg as his approach left trace clumps of sand around the otherwise pristine note. But, as she threw her head back to look up at the beach house, she saw movement in the window of Conrad’s bedroom.

Y/n narrowed her eyes in an attempt to see through the glare on Conrad’s bedroom window. When she could make out his shirtless frame facing outwards, she smiled and waved. Seemingly knowing that y/n wouldn’t be able see his facial expression, Conrad waved back before forming a heart with his hands. Y/n giggled like a schoolgirl with a crush as she watched him point to her before his body left the window; presumably to finish getting ready to venture down to join her and Jere.

“You’re such a dork,” Jeremiah teased, kicking some light sand onto y/N’s lap. As she lifted her head back up to squint at him, Jeremiah smirked. “Who would’ve thought,” he tsked playfully. “Little miss y/n, falling for the moody older brother of her boy friend,” Jeremiah commented with a taunting shake of his head.

“Shut up , Jere,” y/n warned lightly. “He’s not moody, you’re just annoying,” she hummed, leaning back as she supported herself with her palms pressed against the sand backwards and slightly to the side of her butt. Y/n smiled as her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Conrad jogging down the oak stairway connecting the summer house to the beach.

“Look at you,” Jeremiah chided with mock disbelief.

“You best watch it, or I’ll be sure to tell Sam what you said the other night,” y/n threatened, knowing the implication would make Jeremiah shut up. She smirked proudly as her friend gaped in offense.

“You do that…” Jeremiah mumbled, pulling his phone from his pocket. “And I show my brother that precious baby picture of you that I dared y/bff/n to send me,” he smirked back, knowing he had the upper hand again.

“You wouldn’t dare,” y/n gasped, pushing herself off the sand. When Jeremiah casually shrugged and unlocked his phone, y/n lunged forward to try and grab it. She sighed as Jeremiah took off down the beach, reluctantly chasing after him.

Jeremiah spun around suddenly, picking y/n up in a split second move. “Just remember, unless you want your boyfriend to see that photo, you say nothing to Sam,” he teased, tickling y/n’s sides as she squirmed.

Y/n huffed as Jeremiah set her back down with a look of achievement on his smug face. She glared at him but before she could comment, she heard her boyfriends voice asking what photo Jeremiah was referencing. Y/n didn’t even have to see Conrad’s face to notice his jealousy. She frowned to herself at how quickly things had changed.

Y/n snatched Jeremiah’s phone from his hand as Conrad reached their side. When Jeremiah protested about how it was not okay for her to do that and delete the photo, y/n waved her hand dismissively at her friend. “I’m not deleting it,” she argued, entering Jeremiah’s pin and unlocking the device. “I’m showing Conrad the photo,” y/n elaborated as she pulled up Jeremiah’s photo album app.

“Babe, you don’t need-,” Conrad commented quietly, his hands set softly on y/n’s waist. He appreciated what she was trying to do, but didn’t want to overstep either. And according to what he’d caught of Jeremiah and y/n’s playful fight, she didn’t want to share said photo.

Y/n shook her head, placing a quick kiss to Conrad’s cheek as she noticed his guilty expression. “It’s fine, but you can’t laugh,” she warned, covering Jeremiah’s phone as she loaded the photo in question. “Okay, well, you can,” y/n amended as Jere laughed loudly, “But.. Okay,…”. She moved her hand away from the phone and showed Conrad the embarrassing baby picture her mother just had to take.

Conrad stifled a chuckle as he squeezed y/n’s hip. “You look adorable,” he commented sweetly. When y/n shot him a exasperated look, his laughter increased. “You do!” Conrad defended, shaking his head lovingly. “A bit crazy, but I can handle crazy,” he joked with a wink.

Y/n gasped in faux offense as she walked away from the brothers. She could hear them both following after her, still trying to quiet their laughter. She shook her head despite the smirk she was only able to hide because her back was to them. As her feet reached the crisp water, she grinned wickedly as she scooped up a piece of seaweed that had washed ashore.

“Baby,” Conrad hummed, wiping his eyes as he hooked his arm around y/n’s lower back. He pulled her to his side and pressed a kiss to the top of her head as he grinned. “You do look cute in it though,” Conrad promised despite the amused tone of his voice.

Y/n turned around, letting Conrad adjust his arms to hook behind her. She lifted her arms around his neck, keeping an innocent look on her face. “Not as cute as you look right now,” she hummed. Y/n quickly draped the still damp seaweed onto Conrad’s shoulders before rushing out of his arms.

Y/n giggled loudly as she examined her boyfriend who was now staring at her in shock. She bit her lip and pulled out her phone to snap a quick photo. As she slid the phone back into her back pocket, she noticed Conrad was stalking towards her, a playfully menacing look in his eyes. Y/n gave him an exaggerated grin before running away.

Conrad chased after y/n, his smile never faltering. He decided against picking her up upon reaching her, the way that his brother had multiple times earlier today. Instead, Conrad chose to let that be Jeremiah’s thing with her. So, when y/n was finally in reach, Conrad snaked his hands around her frame and spun her around to face him. He wordlessly kissed her, tilting her backwards minimally; while fully supporting her frame nevertheless.

Jeremiah smirked to himself as he watched his brother and friend. He shook his head at the disgustingly sweet scene and took a quick candid photo for the couple. Jeremiah was beyond thrilled that despite whatever had been troubling Conrad today, his brother and friend were both so clearly happy together.

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Birthday Surprise

Mark Estapa x fem! reader

synopsis: it’s your birthday and you just got home from dinner. mark surprises you with one last gift for the night.

warnings: 18+, smut, dirty talk, oral f! receiving, face sitting, riding, mark calling you baby 🤭, praising

word count: 1k

a/n: hey guys! i have a couple requests i wanna get out, but they should be coming out next week since i don’t write on sundays. more conrad fisher requests coming. HOPEFULLY i’m able to get out an ethan edwards smut or 2 today!

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You got back from your birthday dinner with Mark, a bunch of your sorority sisters, and a couple of Mark’s friends on the hockey team. You entered his bedroom, obviously exhausted from the long dinner. The guys were still out and the girls were back at the sorority house. You flopped down on Mark’s bed and looked over at him. “This was the best birthday dinner,” you smiled. “Thank you so much.”

He smirked, glancing back at you as he unbuttoned his shirt. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He paused and turned back to you. “There’s one more gift I have for you. Could you stand up, please?”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you got up from the bed. He then laid down and shifted comfortably. “What are you doing?” you giggled, folding your arms over your chest.

“Well, you’ve been really stressed with school recently and I wanted to relieve it.” He smirked, “I want you to sit on my face.”

Your eyes widened as your face turned bright red. “Won’t that hurt you?”

He shrugged. “Just get on top of me, sweetheart. It won’t even hurt me.” He was so sure of it.

You decided it would be fun to try something new, so you started stripping in front of him. You slid down your panties and skirt before making your way over to the bed. “You’re 100% sure?” You didn’t want to suffocate him or anything.

He smiled a little. “Positive. Just go for it.” You straddled onto his face and he wrapped his arm around your thighs, holding you down.

He licked between your lips, causing you to shutter. This felt really weird to be on top of him like this. It didn’t matter though because he had you pinned against him with his arms, so even if you wanted to move, you couldn’t.

You squirmed as his tongue moved slowly and gently. You let out a shaky breath as you leaned your head back. “Fuck…” you mumbled. You bit your lip.

You liked this. It felt good. You had never really thought of this position with him before. You couldn’t understand why it was so comfortable. Maybe it was because of the way he just made you feel safe.

His tongue moved faster, sending shivers all over your body. A moan slipped past your lips when he sucked on your clit. He mumbled something against you that you couldn’t understand, you could only feel the slight vibration from his voice.

You wanted him so bad. You needed him. Mark’s grip on you became tighter. He flicked his tongue against your clit, causing you to scream out a moan.

You grasped his dirty blonde hair and clenched onto it. He placed sloppy kisses on your inner thigh. Your muscles tensed up as your toes curled. He then went back to sucking and messing with your clit.

You could feel yourself coming closer to your climax as your mind became fuzzy. His name tainted your lips as you rocked your hips. “Mark! Mark! I’m gonna cum!”

You screamed out when your orgasm hit and a wave of pleasure surged through your entire body. You were left panting slightly and your hands gripped into Mark's scalp. You finally met your climax, making you feel suddenly relaxed.

Your heart pounded in your chest and tears pricked your eyes causing your vision to blur. It wasn't often you orgasmed like this. You hadn't had sex with him in weeks due to how busy he was with hockey and how busy you were with school work. You had forgotten how good it felt, especially with him.

You looked down at Mark and saw that his face was now covered in your juices. You gasped, “Oh, my God!” Your face flushed with embarrassment. He let go of you and you slid down to sit on his chest.

He sat up. “It’s okay! It's okay! You’re fine!” He then wiped the mess off his face using the tissues next to his bed. “Did it at least feel good?” He placed his hands on the side of your arms.

You cracked a smile and nodded. “Yeah…” You tucked a couple strands of hair behind your ear.

He smiled, “Good.” He then messed with the buckle of his pants and shimmied out of his pants and boxers. “Now, your last surprise for the night.”

He wanted you to ride him. How could you say no? You crawled back and aligned his shaft with your entrance. You glanced up at him, and he was ready to go.

You slid him inside of you, his erected member sinking into your tight walls. You gasped while he let out a loud groan. You rocked your hips back and forth slowly as he moaned underneath you.

“You’re so tight,” Mark let out a breathy chuckle before tilting his head back onto the pillow. He held onto your waist, guiding you. “Let me hear you scream. Let me make you feel good,” he whispered under his breath.

He thrust hard into you, your cries getting louder. “That feels so fucking amazing.” He groaned loudly. “Yes! Yes! Oh my god. Fuck…”

You held onto his chest, your nails sinking into his soft skin. You bounced on top of him while whimpering. You could tell he was ready to cum. “Come on, baby! Cum for me!” you whined.

Goosebumps formed in your skin along with a feverish sensation. He thrust harder and faster into you, finally caving in and releasing inside you.

As he moaned in ecstasy, your own release crashed over you. You cried out in pain and pleasure, moaning harshly into the quiet atmosphere. You panted heavily and got up.

You laid next to him and stared at him while smiling. “Thank you for my birthday gift,” you said. “I couldn’t have asked for a better one.”

Mark smiled up at you. “Of course. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You placed a lingering kiss on his lips before pulling away. “Is it fine if I use your shower tonight?”

He smirked, “We can use it together if you want.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved him playfully. “Shut up.”

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[grapejuicestyless]

Can you please do a conklin oldest sister x Conrad in a best friends to lovers. Like the four times you almost kissed and the one time you did.

I was thinking maybe for one time she’s cleaning him up after the bonfire fight and he’s sorta drunk and thanks her for always caring for him or just ask her why she does it and it gets all tense and then obv they almost kiss and then they get interrupted. And maybe another one in their tween years. The other two can be whatever you want. Also childhood flashbacks and fluff, probably Susannah sorta knowing and shipping too. A tiny bit of angst too. Sorry if this is a lot like your Back to You one! Thanks <3!

Don’t Go.

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

Flangst

Summery: The THREE times you almost kissed and the one time you did.

“Con.” My voice was soft. His bedroom was quiet, even the softest of whispers echoed through the four walls. Bouncing around and ringing back into our ears.

He hummed in response, eyes stuck to the ceiling. We counted each bump, each paint stroke. Not out of boredom, but because the idea that we could be together, just the two of us in our own little peace was comforting.

“Do you think we’re best friends in every universe?” The question was stuck to my tongue like glue. It almost hurt coming out that way. A double edge sword, in some ways.

In my head, I’d always entertained the idea of Conrad and I. A pairing that just worked. The idea that I could call him mine, his mornings and nights. I enjoyed the daydream of his arms around my own. His shirt in my closet. Not because I stole it, but because he wanted me to have it.

Swallowing, my eyes flickered back over to his face. When I pulled myself from my head, I saw him. His eyes bright, serious and looking deeply into my own. The soft smile on his face said it all, the gentle touch of his shoulder brushing my own. We were so close that his deep breathing caused our skin to touch. Our arms bumping into each other smoothly.

“You trying to get rid of me already? I thought we had a good thing going?” He faked offense, a coy smile on his face turning into one that was purely cheeky. I couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t unusual for Conrad to avoid deeper questions. It wasn’t because he couldn’t answer them. No, Conrad was one of the brightest people I knew, if not the most.

So, I pushed at him. Nudged him so he shook. I needed to know. In my eyes, all I could ever see was Conrad. What if he never imagined the same?

His deep sigh sounded distant. I knew then that he understood why I even bothered to ask. He wasn’t annoyed, he never was. It was just a calming pause as he thought of what to say. My breath caught in my throat, there was a pregnant pause. His eyes stuck to ceiling, my hands intertwined over my stomach.

I couldn’t pull my eyes from his face. How beautiful he looked in the setting sun. The rays of warmth dancing through his cracked window, leaving a warm spit on the bed. We soaked it up. I watched how his face never lost the glow of happiness, a gentle smile forever stretched across his calm face.

His smile was always evident, even when he was serious. He once said it was because there was nothing I could do to make him upset. That I was a radiant ball of sunshine, a shot of expresso. I took it as an insult then, I thought he was calling me annoying. Now I understand I was far too immature to understand how poetic he was.

“In every universe.” Again, he looked to me. His eyes were certain of it. Like even if it was unsure that any other universe existed, if one did he was positive that we would be just the same. Laying in the quiet in the warm sunlight, taking in the peace of each other’s presence.

Boundless. Infinite. The only words that could accurately describe us, I believed. The possibilities of what could be. With each passing second, the invisible string that tied us together, tethering around out hearts grew thicker. Tightening between them, the distance left little room to get away.

If I ever decided I hated him, which I understood now would forever be impossible with how grand the impact his love had on my heart was, even then I would forever be tied to his pinky. Stuck to him like glue. We would forever be connected. We were infinite.

And for that time, I swore I could feel some energy pulling him closer. His soft breaths escaping his nose tickled my own. He looked concentrated, almost like he was preoccupied with something. Something that was tugging at him ferociously. For a moment, his bright eyes lowered, darkened by the heaviness of his eyelids. We were stuck, forever inching closer. I wondered if this was really happening.

“Do you ever think of death?” His cheeky smile pulled me again from my overly sentimental ideals. He was serious, he always was when he needed to be. But then again, I know my best friend, I know my Conrad. Its only so long before he retreats back to the warm hug of his poorly timed jokes and mediocre humor.

“Shut up!” I laughed. Even though I had pushed him, the rush of laughter weakened my muscles. Even with all the force of my arms he barely moved. So, collapsed on his bed, we laid in our own shared joy until it faded into another quiet nothingness. And still, we were never bored, but instead basking in the other’s presence. Happy to be able to sit so close and call the other their best friend.

At the time, I prayed he would have kissed me. The thought of it kept me up some nights. What was he playing? What was his reasoning. I realized now that Conrad may not have been going in for something so intimate. He got lost often, trying to find some comedic relief. It was more Jeremiah’s speed, the light hearted jokes and the idiotic tendencies. But we were only fourteen then. Back when the invitation to his bedroom felt like a golden ticket, a privilege to be seated so close to the boy I swooned so horribly over in my prepubescence.

What I didn’t know then, something that was uncertain I certainly knew now. Conrad wasn’t trying to kiss me, and he never would. He was my best friend, my buddy. I was the girl who would stand beside him and wish she could be the girls he fell for each time. We were best friends, in every universe. Infinite.

The grass was wet. Dew covered the blossoming slopes of green, sand packed into the roots, picking up in the gentle breeze. The radio from the ruby red Jeep crackled with the early morning birds. August humidity, blue jays and seagulls singing and squawking. If you moved in the right way, bending your arms outward, the air would fill your shirt and the flapping sound would fill the car unbearably loud. I knew that because Y/n insisted it was freeing. My bare chest in the ocean wasn’t subjected to the same heat she endured. Our clothes didn’t stick the same.

It was a routine now. Every Wednesday, just before the sun fully broke the horizon, Y/n and I would tiptoe as quietly downstairs as we could, simply to be able to refill the muffin tray. Neither of us enjoyed the raisin ones. Laurels favorites, though her sour expression seemed to say otherwise. Maybe it was a health thing, she would never tell us. She was stubborn, and strong. It was obvious that Y/n was her daughter.

The pebbled driveway felt much louder without the accompanying screaming of children and loud engines of lawnmowers. Each step was followed by an apologetic hiss, we would spend a few minutes just getting to the car. The tradition seemed stupid after the first month, but it was so ingrained into our minds, it felt wrong to just rush to the car. It was less fun without the thrill of sneaking out.

She’d always wait until the silent street turned into bustling town roads, families ready to work, friends ready to leave. Once my hands were tied she would roll down her window and shift her body. She would smile at me until I acknowledged it. She was cocky, smug about my growing annoyance.

And at first, it really got on my nerves. Yet, the more and more she did it, the less I cared about the reasons, the more the sound drowned out with the townsfolk laughing just a little too loud for the early morning and the barking dogs and hissing cats.

I never fully enjoyed it. Every sharp corner still hurt my ears, but I never minded it. Her laughter and ease put my mind to rest. More so, it reminded me that this was something only she would do. Only she would think to annoy me with.

My heart fluttered, pathetically at how simple her teasing was and how much it affected me. How her laughter cured any headache. How the leather seats smelled less like the beach and more of Y/n’s summer scents.

She worked two jobs. A coffee shop in the winter and a small ice cream hut in only July. And with each place she visited, she changed ever so slightly.

In December, she smelled of coffee grounds. It was something usually so bitter, but something that mixed so perfectly with her vanilla perfume she’d worn since freshman year, it balanced into something delicate, delicious. It was intoxicating, almost as much as she was.

In the summer, she smelled of strawberry and something sweet. Not quite vanilla, but closely related. It was refreshing, never overpowering. All of the winter washed away, you could practically smell the sand stuck to our skin and salty hair from the water.

I loved how I could smell it. I loved how I knew the difference. It reminded me of all the time we spent together. How lucky I was to have her so close. Even if our time was always so limited. I knew the difference because I payed attention. She was my favorite person, without a doubt. I knew her through and through. Her shampoo, her favorite tops. I knew everything because I loved her. Held her close with no room to let go.

And the more I came to terms with this, the less resistant I became to her teasing. The less resistant I was to the sound of her shirt violently shaking in the wind. The windows being down and letting in the morning chill no longer phased me. It was routine, one I’d grown to love endlessly. One I couldn’t ever part with.

Pulling up to the small bakery that sold the muffins, I could always predict the order. Two chocolate chips, three blueberry, two raisin and one plain. I knew that on the way back to the car, she would be balancing the boxes in her arms, begging me to not help and just open the damn door.

When we’d get back into the car, she’d immediately open a box. Then, we’d split a blueberry muffin. It was tradition.

Always the messy eaters, soon the evidence was left on our faces. Crumbs stuck in the crevices of the leather seats, blue smeared by the corners of our mouths. I couldn’t help hut laugh at her ridiculousness. Her furrowed brows and happy smile. She looked so soft like this. The morning glow and her determination to finish the muffin quickly. It put everything into perspective. A reminder of why I felt so strongly stuck to her.

“You have a little something.” She teased, finger pointing, ironically enough, to a splotch of blue painted on her own face. She was unaware, yet so sure of her own joke she hadn’t gone to wipe her own face prior.

“Oh yeah?” I challenged. She nodded, “Where?” I persisted, I leaned in closer, riling her up. Her hand smeared across my face. Harshly wiping at the crumbs until it was just a faint line of blue from my lip to my cheek.

“Got it.” I pushed away, spitting at her stupid jokes. Truthfully, if it had been anyone else I would’ve yelled. It was childish, annoying. But this was Y/n, so somehow it became rather endearing, sweet.

My eyes locked with the blueberry by the corner of her mouth. She didn’t notice how my face had relaxed into a gentler smile, how my shoulder settled and breathing calmed. As she was thrown into her own laughing fit. Her hands guarded her body and her eyes were teary. It was my chance.

With revenge in my sight, my hand slapped across her face smoothly. Not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to make her eyes snap open and laughing to calm. Smearing her own mess around her face, blue gathered around her skin like a violet tinted lipstick. She looked shocked, only for a minute.

I saw the way her mouth quivered, I felt her heart face. But it all stuttered to a stop when the first laugh escaped her serious gaze. A silent admittance that U had gotten her back, a playful game between the two of us that ended in spilled baked goods and messy skin.

“Truce?” She called in the cool down. My eyes found hers then, and in them held a honest truth, no tricks hidden behind them or malicious intent. Oddly enough, the foolish game between made my body feel warmer, fuzzy. My heart raced. It was something so secretive in a way. Nobody would know what happened here, it was a memory between just us. Something that I only we could smile about.

My head was stuck in a lavender haze, so much so I fell oblivious to the way my hand barely traced her lip. My hands curled into a fist, I rubbed away some violet from the corner of her mouth. It was gentle, feathery light even.

I am reminded every time I touch her that I do not have her, and blinded by the possibility that one day I could. Her skin feels natural under my fingers. Maybe its the fact I’ve known the girl for my whole life, or maybe its my own unshakeable love for her. Still, for some reason I am stuck with my hand by her cheek, with my eyes concentrated on the way shes smiling while I do it.

“Conrad?” Her voice is soft, nervous almost. I look to meet her eyes, but I keep my hand still, slipping just below her jawline. There I swipe my hand under it to cradle her head by her ear. I leave a trail of evidence in my wake, it reminds me of how playful we were, how painfully platonic her jokes were. It almost burns to hold her now, so my hands fall to my sides.

In my little resistance left, I held back. But more than anything, I wanted to place my lips against hers. She looked so much like home. She was everything to me. But her voice and her concern reminds me that her lips are not mine to kiss. I clear my throat, trying not to seem so flustered.

“Sorry, I spaced out.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. Y/n was guilty of having a magnetism that felt almost obnoxious. It pulls you in, and once your in its hold, its impossible to remember reality.

“Yeah, yeah. Its fine. We should probably get back.” I nodded in agreement, but even with my eyes pulled away from her, all my willpower used up on trying to not look at her, I notice her hurt tone. How she seems almost distant, disappointed. She shifts in her seat when the car starts again. Suddenly the muffin tastes bitter under its sweat exterior. And I am filled with regret.

“Conrad, I’m going to grab a drink, you want your usual?” I nodded, eyes watching how she weaved between the crowd, her shoulders shrink and her waist turns until shes gone into the night.

I forget how many people are around when shes so close. It’s embarrassing how obsessed I feel around her. I can feel how my heart beats aggressively whenever shes around, I wonder if she feels it to. I think about taking her hand, placing it on my chest and asking her. Its a thought that comes solely because I am drunk. I know it. Sober me would never have to courage, the audacity to go onto her so quickly. But the liquor is the microphone and I am projecting my feelings more openly than ever before.

I think of all the times we came so close. How when she asked if we would be forever together, I choked and pushed away what was presented. It was romantic, and we were so young. Then I had never felt more confident and I held back. She gives me another chance, as I wipe away all crumbs and I fold again. I am conscious of my surroundings, of my feelings. I am aware of the consequences.

“…Y/n.” The name is fuzzy, I am still coming out of my daydreams, my head is clearing again when the sound of her name comes up out of the blue. When I turn I see a scattered group of younger boys. High schoolers, no doubt. I see the way they search into the distance like I had. Not seeing anyone but wishing they could.

Its a blur, how it happens. One of them says something stupid, horny and drunk and suddenly we are in the sand. My knuckles are bloody, my nose is bleeding. I hear him grunting underneath my body, I am suddenly aware that I am winning.

“Conrad!” Her voice is heavenly, but I don’t pull my punches. I am angry, defending her like I owe it to her. I don’t even know if he’s hitting back anymore. I can’t feel it, I’m going numb.

“Conrad!” Her hands yank at me until I stand. He’s still swinging, but he’s missing. Bruises are forming, his mouth is bleeding. I feel no remorse. I am not sorry, not until I turn around and see her.

Her eyes are glistening, and her nose is scrunched. Whether from her threatening tears or the stench of sweat and smoke. I cannot tell. But I know how her lip is quivering, how hard she is holding back. Whether it is sadness or anger, I do not want to know.

Watching her stare me down, its like letting the high come down. The numbness fades, turns out the boy had gotten some punches. My body is littered in bruises and cuts from his nails.

When she drags me away, I understand how naive I was for thinking she would appreciate the violence. All of this happens so quick, I didn’t even get to tell her it only happened because all I want is for her to be respected. I did it to defend her. Shes silent, breathing heavily to make the escape, nobody has to know what happened but us.

Shes a good friend to me, shes always there. Its stupid how my heart flutters again, how it drops into my stomach and back up again. I want to hurl, I am so anxious of her reaction. And all I want is for her to hold me and tell me I did her right.

The stench of smoke was stuck in the air. Even in a ventilated room, one filled with cracked open windows and boundless moonlight bleeding across the floor. The white tiles speckled with crimson red dots, a reckless line to the toilet.

I had him in my hands, cheeks squished under my palms, toilet paper held against his nose. His breathing was stuffy, heavy. All remnants of the evening.

If I knew how much trouble he would cause, I wouldn’t have walked away. No, if I knew he would suffer, I wouldn’t have left.

His eyes are shifty, glossy and wide. He is drunk, and emotional. He wouldn’t ever tell me why, but I assume its because the bruises that make him flinch each time he stretches too far out.

He hiccups, groaning and holding his side. I almost roll my eyes at his stupidity.

“Hold still.” I say it under my breath, focused on prying away the tissue from him nose. I blot at the crimson that stains his peachy skin. His eyes shut tightly, tears fall from the corners. He hasn’t cried in front of me in awhile, it makes my heart stop.

His hand fumbles for mine, and once its found, suddenly I’m holding it. He’s not squeezing, but I can feel how he resists the urge to. He does one time, squeeze my hand. When I hiss, he apologizes repeatedly.

“It’s okay, I know, I know.” I plead for him to stop so I can finish. He is drunk and I an no better. I am halfway to where he is, a red solo cup spilled on the beach that would’ve led me there.

“See? All done.” Tossing the red wine stained tissue into the trash, his eyes open. They are foggy, and he is quiet. For a minute I think he might vomit, but it never comes and the floor is just as clean as it was when we came.

“You always take care of me.” He breaks the heavy silence. Neither of us are sure if Im angry or not. Neither of us can decide it.

“No I don’t.” I remember the time he fell of the monkey bars in pre-school and I laughed until he got so angry that he shoved me into the grass. I remember how in middle school, when a girl had a crush on him I told her he still slept with a night light. It wasn’t a lie-but it was cruel.

“Yes you do, you always do.” He thinks of the time when I got the last chocolate soft serve and he wanted it so desperately. How he didn’t even beg me, I wanted to see him happy so I shared. He thinks of the time his first girlfriend dumped him so we called the entire night until she was a distant memory. He thinks of all the good, while I only see the bad.

“Why do you do it?” Because I love you, you idiot. What I want to say, but never will. Because with each chance that I think he might feel the same, with every chance we have at becoming more, he slips away. And my heart breaks.

“I don’t know.” I wonder of he can hear how fast my heart is beating. I feel it in my stomach, it’s in my ears, ringing.

His hand is hot on mine when he changes the way it fits against his. He no longer cups my palm out of stress in pain, but intertwines our fingers.

“You’re always there for me.” He’s drunk rambling now, he still has that same drunken expression stuck to his face. I nod, I feel him pull me closer.

My body slots between his thighs, I am looking down at him. His breath is heavy, I can feel his palms getting sweaty.

“Conrad, we should really get you to bed.” I try and keep us apart. Truthfully, even with the stench of beer on his breath and the unbearable heat of the summer night, my knees are still weak and my heart is still racing.

I try and pull away, removing myself. But I become a rubber band. My arm extends, and he’s pulling me right back to where I was before. It’s like we haven’t moved.

“Don’t go.” He says it quietly, but the way he says it makes me want to stay forever with him just like this. His eyes are glossy, searching my face. I feel how his other hand fingers its way to my jawline.

He doesn’t ghost over my skin like he did in the car, his touch is heavy, firm. The rest of my body feels cold without his touch. His fingertips set my jawline on fire.

“Con.” I plead. I want it more than anything, to be held by him so intimately. But he’s drunk, he doesn’t truly want this. He’s horny and I made the mistake of getting too close.

“Y/n.” He smiles devilishly. His face is so much closer before. I’m aware of that now that I’m truly paying attention. His hand is behind my ear, fisting at my hair. It doesn’t hurt, physically.

When our foreheads bump, I become stuck. He’s so damn magnetic, I cannot move away.

“Don’t go, okay?” He asks again, breathlessly. My hand is dropped, my waist is being cradled and I am fully committed to him.

Nodding, I cave but I can’t stop shaking. I want this, but if we kiss and in the morning he decides he doesn’t want it, it would shatter me forever.

His nose bumps mine clumsily, and his breath is heavy. He doesn’t seem anxious, scared. But his heart isn’t beating like mine. He’s sweating not from fear, but from the alcohol. Suddenly I want to escape. I can’t be here any longer.

“Y/n? Conrad! Are you in there?” Belly knocks on the door frantically and I pull away so fast, he can’t grab me and beg for me to stay. He can’t trap me.

Shes confused, face illuminated by the light of the bathroom. The hallways is dark behind her and our shoulders brush.

I don’t trust myself within the walls of this house. I walk away from it with all my willpower. I’m gone and I don’t stop going until the road stops curving and I am in the middle of a patch of unclaimed land. Where the grass is untamed and the moon is darker behind the trees.

Its overdramatic, the way I struggle to breathe. Its like his hand wasn’t just there on my jaw, but squeezing. My skin hurts where his body touched mine. He doesn’t want me, I am reminded. He is drunk. Why else would he suddenly present himself and beg for me to stay.

I know it only hurts so much because it’s Conrad. My buddy, my best friend. The love of my life. I remember how he begged me not to go, how he praised me. Buttering me up just for him to leave in the morning.

I held my breath just a little longer than I should have. Waiting for him to chase after me. Tell me one last time to never leave him, that he really did love me. That he really did want me.

But I am not naive, or stupid. I know he is fast asleep by now. I imagine Belly tucked him into bed quickly after I left. He is sleeping peacefully, and while I rip out my hair, he will be blissfully unaware in the morning.

 “Why are you angry?” Susannah pried, flipping through her magazine. She was slouched on the couch, a sundress draped over her body. She was glowing, unbothered completely by my sour mood.

“I’m not mad.” I sat next to her, stiff. If I were to sink into her shoulder, surely I would crack. I stared at the blank TV, too scared to make another sound or to move.

When I heard the crinkle of the paper and a soft slap against the wooden table, I silently cursed myself.

“Y/n, honey.” God, I wanted to punch her in her perfectly white teeth then. How kind and observant she was. She was almost condescending when she said my name again. Neither of us were idiots, neither of us oblivious.

I had been avoiding Conrad like the plague for the past week. When he woke up the next morning, unaware of what happened, confused about why I looked so exhausted, so frustrated I finally bent too far and snapped.

Looking into his eyes made me feel nothing but guilt. I swore to keep that night out of sight then. If he didn’t know, then nobody had to. We could go back to normal. But still, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t forget the way his breath was warm against mine, how his hands felt under my shirt. How he begged me to stay. It was all I ever wanted.

I didnt tell her, still. And my lies were shallow. Unbelievable.

“Did something happen between you and Conrad?” Her voice was innocent, light, airy. And her touch, the exact opposite of her sons, was so confident, so sure. Like there was nothing I could do or say to change how she saw me. And though she played coy, her smile told me she knew. She’d known for awhile.

I stuttered on my breath, only able to shake my head. My cheeks heated and lips bitten raw.

“Honey Im no idiot, I know you just like I know my son.” Her hands stopped running through my hair, falling to her sides. She sympathized with me, and the look in my eyes told me she knew more than what happened that night.

“So you know, then.” And silently, we both understood that we weren’t talking about the late night rendezvous and blood staining the bathroom tiles.

“I’ve always known.” Her eyes crinkled when she smiled. My shoulders felt heavy then. Maybe he knew too, maybe thats why I freaked out.

Her hand rubbed my cheek, it felt nice to not shy away from her. Melting into her shoulder, I let her hold me like her daughter while we stared into blank space.

“What if it’s never the same?” It was my greatest what if. Determining if my confession I had been secretly brewing for years would ever be able to be taken back. If we could ever go back to the simplicity of our youth.

“Somethings are worth the risk.” Her words stuck to me like glue. And though I knew she was right, I couldn’t help but run away from the elephant in the room, I couldn’t help but abandon Conrad.

When the house is cold and empty later, I come out of my room and into the light. It is when everything is silent and untouched that I allow myself to bask in the warm setting sun in the kitchen. I let the summer air kiss my skin and I clear my head.

The pans in the sink clank behind me and the refrigerator opens. Its not dark quite yet, but its dimmer out, so the light from the refrigerator illuminates the countertops, signaling it was opened. However, whoever had entered hadn’t said a thing yet, I can’t help but hold my breath.

“Can I sit?” His voice is low, unsure. It reflects the exact opposite of our last night together. I want to run again, my skin suddenly feels too tight over my bones, everything is caving in. But then I remember what Susannah said. He would be my greatest what if of my life if I never tried to mend and move forward. Conrad is the biggest risk that I am forever willing to take.

“Yeah, of course.” Its awkward between us now, and I am aware that everything is already never the same. There is no going back. I want to leave now, now that I know what he feels like. But my heart aches and my mind won’t stop screaming at me to ask.

I fiddle with my hands, looking outside, I can feel his eyes on mine. I decide then to screw it all, I have to leave. Screw the plan, screw my brewing confessions, screw mending and forgiving and forgetting. I can’t. I’m lost and so is he.

When the chair slides out from under me, I don’t expect the other to hiss across the wooden floor behind me. I don’t expect him to grab my wrist and pull me back.

“Don’t go.” It was quiet, but it was confident. He was sure for once. And I could see it in his eyes that he remembered. That he understood why I was running. More than that, I could see how he was hurting just as I was.

“Why’d you do it, Conrad?” My mind is silent after the echoing words come out of my mouth. He shakes his head, and I try and break free. He’s not really hurting me, but he is and he refuses to talk to me.

“No, Y/n…” He pulls me back. I don’t stop trying to escape.

“Tell me and I’ll stop, tell me and I’ll stop.” I beg, my throat is sore, and my eyes ache from holding back my tears. It’s pathetic how quickly I am worked up over him. When I was the one to leave in the first place.

“Stop. Stop it.” I am struggling against him, his hands try to find my wrists desperately. When he finds them, I am stuck in place, his hands like shackles.

“Stop it!” He yells, his voice rings in my ears.

“Why didn’t you tell me!” My tears are falling quickly, and they are hot with how angry I am.

“I don’t know!” He begged me to understand, to see his side. But all I can remember is how stupid I felt all these weeks. How the flashbacks of the times it almost happened haunted me. How I believed he never really wanted me.

“You knew, you knew and you made me feel like an idiot!” I pushed him back, but with his hands on my wrists I only went back with him.

“Y/n.” He’s patient, he always has been, but I’m wearing him thin. I know it. I need him to snap, I need it.

“Why didn’t you tell me! Why!” I begged him for an honest answer, I pushed him and I didn’t stop until he was just as desperate.

“I was scared!” He said it like it was a solution.

“So was I, you asshole!” We were out if breath, sitting in a brief silence. I looked away to collect myself, catch my breath but the second he was back in my eye sight, all my composure was gone again.

“You never gave me the chance.” He says it softer than before, but its just as vicious.

“Was I supposed to wait for you to get the balls? You came downstairs perfectly fine while I was tearing myself apart with guilt! Me! When you were the one who was begging me to stay!” I match his tone. Its frantic, I’ve never felt more stressed.

“Y/n, please.” The more he says my name, the more angry I get. The less patient I get. And I am not patient.

“Can you not see how in love with you I an you idiot! Are you that blind or do you get pleasure from ripping me apart?” My confession weighs on him like a ton of bricks, I feel his hands stutter on mine. I see his mouth freeze and the color drain from his face.

If I didn’t feel stupid before, I feel it now. I feel more than stupid, I feel crushed. Completely shattered by his silent rejection.

He drops his hands, too in shock to keep such a strong grip. Tears are welling up again, and my lip refuses to stop quivering. I can’t hold it together and I’ve already made enough of a fool out of myself. I have to leave. Its the only thing I’m good at.

Turning swiftly on my heals, I make my escape, eyes set on the door ahead. But there it is again. His hand on my wrist. And its yanking at me more than ever before. It’s spinning me around until I am secure in Conrad’s arms and his lips are pressed to mine so quickly, there is no time to second guess it.

Its heavenly, the way his mouth molds to mine, the way its not rushed. Even after all this time, he is patient. He is playing it out and we are both enjoying it. His kiss happened in a way that nobody else would ever be able to recreate. The sparks were deadly, it was all too much for anything to ever be the same.

We were breathless then, when he pulled away and the look in his eyes was sparkling, almost as beautiful as his smile.

“Conrad, I…” He’s smiling at my shock and his hands are on my cheeks now. His touch his firm and he’s never letting go. We don’t have to speak to understand that this is what we are now. Silently, we are agreeing to be more, and I understand that he’s not going anywhere.

And he kisses me in a way that would screw me up forever.

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[ist4rgirlo]

Big brother Conrad comforting younger sister through her first breakup and picking up the pieces in the aftermath of her relationship ( only a year or smth difference )

ONE SHOT !

Pairing: Conrad Fisher x sister!reader || My blog

Warnings: yelling, mentions of cheating, swearing, Conrad and Jeremiah being a GREAT BROTHER 💪🏻

Requested by: Anonymous

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Conrad's Pov

"What the fuck!" I heard Y/N come out of the door, yelling, her and her boyfriend was supposed to hang out today - she asked me to drop her off at her boyfriends house.

My brows furrowed - I saw her boyfriend run behind her. “Y/N, come one babe! Come inside” her boyfriend yelled — walking closer to her, grabbing her. “Let me go!” Y/N said, pushing his hand away. That was my cue to go up to them.

I hopped out of my car and walked towards the two — i gently pushed the guy away from her “Hey, let her go” I said, looking at him in the eyes. The guy’s brows furrowed, puffing his chest out. The fuck does he think he is?

“You can go back to your car, I can handle it. She’s just on her period or something” he said, pushing my hand away. I heard Y/N scoff “You’re a fucking idiot! Don’t fucking talk to my brother like that!” she said, pushing him. She walked towards me, pulling me towards the car.

“You’ll come back to me soon!” I heard her boyfriend say, she just turned around and gave her the finger before walking towards the passenger side — hopping in.

I looked at her, confused “What the fuck just happened?” I asked, her face showed no emotions. “Nothing, just drive” she said, shaking her head. I just looked at her and drove off

TIME SKIP

“You have to tell me what happened, Y/N” I said, following her in the kitchen. “Nothing happened, Connie. He’s just a fucking asshole” she said, sitting down. I sat down beside her, placing my hand on her shoulder.

“You wanna tell me or i’ll go up to him and ask him instead?” I asked. She shook her head no, “Please, Connie. Don’t do anything, don’t bring Jeremiah into this too. He was just doing some stupid shit okay?” she said, looking at me. I just nodded — she probably just needed time for herself. I know that she can handle it but what can I do? If i need to beat him up then i’ll beat him up.

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FEW DAYS LATER

Y/N’s Pov

As I was laying in my room, playing with my switch — i heard my phone ring. “Bitch, have you heard?” my bestfriend said, my brows furrowed — making me sit up. “Heard what?” I asked, my heart beating fast.

“EX/N got beat up yesterday.” she said — making me stand up “Shit” I whispered under my breath “Do you know who did it?” I asked her. “Girl don’t get mad okay? Your brother’s did it. There was a party yesterday, your brothers & your ex were invited. They basically saw him making out with another girl so they beat him up.” she explained.

I ended the call real quick and went down, I saw Conrad and Jeremiah talking, “What the fuck did you guys do?!” I yelled, making them turn their attention to me. I saw Conrad stand up, walking towards me reaching for my shoulder, I backed away “I told you not to do anything, Conrad! Fuck, and you even got involved, Jeremiah?” I said — tears forming in my eyes.

“We had to do something, Y/N. We’re your brothers.” Jeremiah stood up, waliing towards me — pulling me in a hug. I shook my head no, pushing him “But I can handle it, you didn’t need to do anything!” I said, sitting down on the floor. Conrad kneeled beside me, Jeremiah following.

“Y/N he cheated on you, and we saw him make out with someone else days after you broke up. Do you expect us to be okay with that? that’s fucked up okay?” Conrad said, wiping the tears that fell down my face. I felt Jeremiah reach for my hand.

I shook my head “You don’t know how he is, Connie. He-he will black mail me, and I-I can’t.. I won’t forgive myself if he hurts you both. I can’t let that happen” I sobbed, leaning on Jeremiah. “Look, no matter what he does or what he says we will be here for you okay? We’re your brother for god’s sake. How we look at you won’t ever change” Jeremiah said — planting a kiss on my forehead.

I looked up to them, “God I am so stupid! I am sorry for letting you guys be involved into this” they shook their head — smiling at me gently. “Me and Jere will always here for you, to protect you. That’s why we’re here okay, we can fight for you. You’re our little sis, you don’t have to worry about anything, we got things handled” Conrad said, patting my head — smiling.

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just a short platonic one !! :))

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[bumblesimagines]

“can i kiss you?”

“is this your way of asking me out or—”

“think i wanna do a little more than just kiss.”

- Belly Conklin

“think i wanna do a little more than just kiss.”

“is this your way of asking me out or—”

“can i kiss you?”

Pronouns: he/him/his, male

imma be fully honest, i haven't finished season 1 but i know people have many opinions on season 2

Belly surveyed the other teenagers partying around her, feeling wildly out of her element amongst dancing and drinking strangers. Steven had promised their mother he'd keep an eye on her, but the second he found Shayla amidst the party, he went after her like a puppy and left Belly all alone to search for the Fisher brothers. Her two friends had similarly drifted away as well, one in search of his girlfriend and the other had gone off to chat with some old friends.

Thus, Belly Conklin had been left alone to do as she pleased without three guys hovering over her. Not that she felt like doing much. She watched drinking competitions with a nervous grimace, felt too out of place to dance, and had no one to talk to unless she wanted to bring the boys' attention back to her.

Waddling deeper into the party and whispering soft a 'excuse me' every three seconds, she began having regrets about pestering the boys' into letting her attend. The feeling only intensified upon spotting Conrad sat on one of the couches with an arm hung loosely around Nicole and the smallest of smiles on his face.

Her body went rigid and she took in a sharp inhale, spinning back around to block the sight from her vision. She tried ignoring the way her throat tightened and her veins flooded with jealousy and hurt. Conrad was her best friend. He never even showed any real interest in her. But seeing him cozying up to someone else...

"Isabel!" A voice called her name and she looked up, spotting the familiar teen sat on the opposite side of the room. He grinned at her and Belly surprised herself by immediately walking over to him. (Y/N) straightened up on the couch and set his red solo cup on the nightstand beside him. "Never thought I'd see you at a party."

Relief trickled into her and she smiled at him. The two weren't close by any means but Belly knew him well enough to feel comfortable around him. She only saw him on occasion every summer when his mother would drop by to see Susannah and catch up. Steven had desperately been trying to gain the attention of (Y/N), one of Cousin's notable 'cool kids', but his attempts always proved futile.

"It's not really my vibe, I guess." Belly chuckled breathlessly and brushed her hair back over her ear, glancing back in the direction of Conrad while doing so. Their eyes locked and she snapped her attention back to (Y/N).

"I could introduce you to some of my friends, if you want. It's always easier to know who to hang with." He offered with a shrug and she exhaled heavily, body nearly slumping into the cushion of the couch.

"That'd be... really nice. Thank you, (Y/N)." Belly smiled widely and tucked her legs underneath her, propping one arm up on the thick cushion of the couch. She took another glance back at Conrad and a jolt went up her spine when she noticed him watching them.

And then, an idea struck.

“Can I kiss you?” The words tumbled out of her mouth faster than she processed them and her skin immediately lit ablaze. Part of her couldn't believe she'd even asked. Her experience in the romance department was nonexistent and she'd only ever briefly kissed Cam, yet there she was, asking a far more experienced friend if she could kiss them.

“Is this your way of asking me out or—” His amusement made her skin warm further.

"No! I mean, it's not like I don't think you're hot- I mean, I-I wouldn't say no if you asked me out but I didn't ask to ask you out, if that makes sense? I-" Belly groaned quietly and covered her face, unable to shake off the embarrassment as he snickered quietly under his breath. Taking in a deep breath and moving her hands from her face, she scooted closer to him and dropped her voice to a whisper. "I... I like Conrad. I've liked him for a really long time and... I want to, I don't know, make him jealous, I guess."

"I see." (Y/N) hummed, eyes flickering past her to look at Conrad. He pursed his lips in thought and just when she was about to brush aside everything, he gently grabbed her chin and pulled her in. An electrifying feeling erupted within her when their lips connected, goosebumps rising across her arms and the hairs on the nape of her neck rose.

His fingers fluttered over her jawline until his palm pressed against her cheek, their lips briefly disconnecting and nose brushing against each other before he closed the gap again. While Belly had no clue on what to do with herself, she decided to let her instincts do the acting. Her hands found his shoulders and she leaned forward, pulling back for a moment to settle down on his lap. He chuckled against her lips and tilted his head, arms curling around her waist to keep from from falling backwards.

"What'd you think about that, Isabel?"

“Think I wanna do a little more than just kiss.” She whispered, heat erupting in her belly and a flustered giggle escaping her. His lips curled into a smirk and he gave a curt nod.

"That can be arranged." He murmured and she moved her hands up to cup his face, strands of her long hair brushing against his skin. Before she could lean in again, an angry voice barked out.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Oh, shit. Conrad.

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[humblequestvinyl]

mustang or me

MUSTANG OR ME, CONRAD FISHER X FEM!READER

APART OF THE ‘ANOTHER ON THE WAY’ SERIES

SUMMARY: after leaving the love of her life in cousin’s beach and breaking his heart, y/n wonders on her drive home who was going to breakdown first, her 1989 mustang or herself?

inspired by mustang or me by megan moroney

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lowercase is intentional! wc: 1.03k

warning: ANGST BABYYYY, conrad being the bad guy (im sorry i hated doing this) swearing, underage smoking.

a/n: heard mustang or me live recently and was ON THE GROUND CRYING. my fav song to start off the another on the way series, i had to! 

LOOKING INTO HIS OCEAN BLUE EYES,

y/n l/n felt tears well into her eyes as they stood out on the beach, with the waves crashing onto the sand as they looked at each other in disbelief.

“it was a one time thing sunshine,”conrad started as he walked towards her, causing y/n to step back, “we weren’t even together yet and belly and i both regretted it-”

“but neither of you bothered to tell me?”the h/c girl questioned, tilting her head a bit to look at conrad, “not even after we got together in september or after jere started dating belly?”

it was silent between the two for a few moments as y/n could see conrad giving her a blank stare, and as every second passed she could feel a bit of her heart break.

finding out the boy you loved had a fling with your best friend, on the night they had all collectively decided to throw a midsummer party. everything had come bursting out, breaking down the wall both the fisher boy and the conklin girl had put up.

“we thought you knew.”conrad finally whispered, and y/n’s eyes widened, “i mean jere knew-”

“jeremiah was here last summer connie!”y/n shouted, throwing her arms up in the air, “he was physically here to witness it all! i wasn't! i was in europe exploring, something you encouraged by the way!”

“so no conrad, i didn’t know because i wasn’t fucking here!”y/n exclaimed, feeling the keys to her mustang rustling in her pocket a bit, “and the fact that you just assumed i knew that you and belly had a fling hurts!”

“i’m sorry!”conrad yelled, and he watched as wisps of h/c hair turned around and started storming towards the driveway, “i’m sorry y/n!”

he quickly followed the girl as she unlocked her mustang, and opened the door before conrad grabbed ahold of her hand, “y/n don’t leave-”

“i can’t do this anymore conrad.”she whispered, feeling tears in her eyes knowing what she was about to do would kill him.

she watched his blue eyes soften, and she wanted to breakdown crying right then and there, “you don’t mean that sunshine.”

“i do connie.”she choked out, before trying to compose herself, “it wasn’t going to work anyway. with me going to buffalo and you’re going to be at stanford, there was no way we were making it out of the summer.”

“we can make this work.”conrad tried to reason, and y/n shook her head in disagreement knowing she was about to become a college athlete, and it was going to be chaos.

“i’m sorry conrad.”

the h/c girl quickly got into her mustang, and turned the engine on before looking at him one more time before she drove out of the fishers driveway, and towards her home state of vermont.

she had almost a four hour drive ahead of her, and as soon as she made it almost thirty minutes away from cousins, she stopped for some gas and cigarettes knowing she’d need both of them for this drive home.

as she walked into the gas station, her e/c eyes met with the cashier who gave her a comforting smile as y/n went to grab a few energy drinks. once she got back to the counter, she placed the alani’s down before making eye contact with the cashier, reading her name badge quickly.

daisy

the one thing y/n hated the most. 

“anything i can get you sweetheart?”the woman questioned, breaking y/n out of her state of mind, and the girl hummed before pulling out her fake id, “can i get two packs of reds and thirty on pump ten.”

she watched as the woman glanced at the id, before grabbing the cigarettes and she quickly finished up the girls transaction before y/n was out of there. as soon as the h/c girl got outside, she could see smoke blowing from the hood, causing her to curse up a storm knowing she was supposed to get it fixed before she left for the summer.

“fucking kidding me.”she muttered, opening up the hood and letting the smoke out for a bit, not really wanting to call her father to see what she could do for it.

once the smoke had settled, y/n quickly pumped the gas into her green mustang, and was back off with a cigarette in her mouth, knowing that was the only was she was going to make it through this drive home.

she was an hour out from home when sweet nothing by taylor swift started to play over the car radio, and y/n felt herself finally break. 

tears started to flow down her cheeks as she drove for a few more miles, thinking about the last ten months her and conrad had spent together. memories of conrad driving all the way to vermont during a snowstorm to spent her 18th birthday with her, to her and conrad going to the beach house alone during christmas.

every single memory she had of the two of them was tainted. every. single. one.

all due to what she considered a ‘dirty little secret’

a loud sob burst through y/n lips as a bunch of different noises started to ring through her car, and her dashboard lit up with multiple issues ranging from low gas to needing a new engine.

she always wondered that the day she experienced her first heartbreak with the unreliable mustang, who’d breakdown first? the mustang or the girl with a sensitive heart, one she protected with her life.

she quickly won that battle.

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