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4th of July Confessions [ conrad fisher ]

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ conrad confesses his feelings for you after a week of fighting and makes sure you know his feelings are real.

INTEREST₊˚ conrad fisher x you

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Not much time had passed since Conrad started his plan to win you back, and you were already growing suspicious.

First, it started with him going to your favorite place to grab your breakfast. He made it a point to hand you a croissant with more than familiar packaging, a gesture that seemed to bring back memories and leave you questioning his intentions.

Then he sat right next to you, even nudging your knee with his as you all ate breakfast, a deliberate closeness that bordered on invasive, stirring up a greater mixture of nostalgia and confusion within you.

Now he was volunteering to help you make the guest bedroom for Belly's dad and his dad's girlfriend.

You knew that Conrad had never been one for chores or family obligations lately. His sudden enthusiasm for helping out was as baffling as it was unexpected. Yet, there he was, smoothing out the sheets with surprising skill as he carefully arranged the pillows on the freshly made bed. It was as if he was determined to prove something to you, though you couldn't quite guess what that something might be.

The fact it was the 4th of July made the Cousins Beach air buzz with excitement and anticipation. Flags fluttered in the breeze, and the distant crackle of fireworks echoed through the neighborhood. The sun beat down, casting a warm glow over everything, as if the day itself was celebrating. But you knew that couldn't be it.

Conrad and you worked side by side, folding sheets and fluffing pillows in the guest bedroom, a comfortable rhythm settling between you. It was a far difference from the awkwardness that had plagued your interactions in recent days, replaced instead by a sense of closeness.

Conrad's sleeves were rolled up, revealing the faint sheen of sweat on his brow as he worked diligently, his movements precise and focused. You couldn't help but steal glances at him when he wasn't looking, admiring the way the sunlight caught the strands of his hair and the curve of his jawline.

Your conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by shared memories and inside jokes that seemed to bridge the gap between you. With each passing moment, the tension that had once lingered between you melted away, replaced instead by a growing sense of ease and familiarity.

As you smoothed out the final wrinkles in the freshly made bed, Conrad stole a sideways glance at you, his eyes softening with unspoken affection. It was a moment suspended in time, a fleeting glimpse of the connection you had once shared and the possibility of what could be.

"We both know I didn't volunteer just to help you make a bed," Conrad remarked, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of playfulness as he sat on the finished bed. "I've been wanting to talk to you forever."

You followed him, sitting down next to him. Your gaze met his with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. Like you had predicted, there was more to Conrad's sudden eagerness to help than met the eye, and now, as you stood face to face, you couldn't ignore the tension that crackled between you.

"Is that why you insisted on helping me instead of Belly? She did give me a pancake apology," you replied, your tone light but tinged with a hint of teasing.

Your question hung in the air, a thread of curiosity along with a hint of suspicion. As you watched Conrad's reaction, you couldn't help but notice the subtle tightening of his jaw, the way his gaze momentarily flickered, betraying his intention to keep his emotions beneath the surface.

His fingers absently traced the pattern on the bedsheet, a nervous energy coursing through him, while his gaze remained fixed on some distant point, as if lost in a sea of conflicting thoughts.

"I mean, I did tell her off at that party if that helps," you offered, your voice light but teasing. You nudged him with your shoulder, a silent invitation for him to share his thoughts.

Conrad's tension eased slightly at your touch, the warmth of your proximity a balm to his troubled soul.

He glanced at you, his eyes softening with a mixture of gratitude and amusement. "Yeah, I heard something about that," Conrad's lips quirked into a smile at your remark, his gaze softening, "The night of our sleepover, right?"

You nodded, a soft chuckle escaping your lips like a fleeting breeze. The memory of that night danced between you, letting you share a flicker of warmth.

You both fell into another comfortable silence, only to be interrupted by the soft rustle of fabric as you leaned your shoulder into Conrad's. Sensing your proximity, Conrad instinctively inclined his head towards yours. He missed your laughter, but it was more like he missed laughing with you. So much that he found himself on the edge of confession.

In a voice barely above a whisper, Conrad's words lingered in the air, tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "I know we can't go back in time," he paused, "but I want to know everything I missed," he confessed, his nerves palpable despite his attempt to mask them.

You stayed silent.

Conrad's courage swelled within him. With newfound determination, he lifted his gaze to meet yours, his voice a gentle murmur meant for your ears alone. "I really miss you. I miss Bambi, our secret meetings, everything," Conrad admitted, his sincerity echoing in the tender space between you.

Your gaze met Conrad's with an intensity that sent a rush of warmth flooding through your veins. In that moment, you realized how much you felt the same, and it was scary. It was scary that after everything that happened, you could still feel the same way about him that you did the summer before.

Both of you were closer than ever, but you didn't mind.

Your eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between you as you leaned in, your breaths mingling in the space between you. With a gentle touch, Conrad cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jawline, sending shivers down your spine.

Who initiated the final movement would remain unknown. Yet, in that brief instant of contact, your worlds collided. Your lips met his in a tender embrace. It was a kiss filled with longing and reassurance, a promise of all the words left unspoken. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in the warmth of each other's embrace.

"Guys!" A series of knocks on the door followed Steven's voice. It startled you both, causing you to pull away rapidly, "They're here!"

Breathless and flushed, Conrad's forehead pressed against yours, your hearts beating in sync. In the quiet aftermath, you shared a smile that turned into nervous laughs, "I also missed this," Conrad murmured, his voice a gentle caress against your skin, as you lingered in the quiet space between words. Had you finally found your way back?

You stood up, taming your curls the best you could with your fingers, "Come on, let's go."

NOTE: this scene is a part of my conrad x oc fic. No prior reading is needed to understand, but if youre interested in reading here are the links (rec to read on watt for faster updates, but a03 is fine too):

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cloudsandbutterflywings · 22 days

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There needs to be some type of service where I can send in an abandoned fanfic that I’ve read and someone else writes the rest of it. I’ve spent months to years reading some of these masterpieces just for them to be discontinued. It’s the fact that I still check for updates after four years of nothing 😩😭

#fanfic #ao3 #wattpad #steve harrington x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #eddie munson x reader #finnick odair x reader #gally x reader #bucky x reader #conrad fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher x reader #peter hayes #teen wolf #stranger things #the hunger games

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rulesheart · 2 years

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Conrad fisher x fem!reader

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YOU MAY REPOST BUT PLEASE DO NOT STEAL. THIS WORK IS MINE.

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A;N : Yes, it’s me again. I know I haven’t posted anything in like 3 months or so. But- I’m on summer break and therefore I’ll be more active. This is a quickish smut that ive had laying around since I watched Tsitp for the first time. This is NOT my best work. There will be more Conrad smuts in the future though. I know I haven’t written any actual intercourse smut. But my next work will most likely be that. I’d appreciate it if you guys gave more ideas and situations. That would be very much appreciated. Anyways, enjoy this because I know y’all have been waiting for it. <3

Summary : Conrad plans more than watching a movie in your bedroom.

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Likes, reposts and comments are very welcome!

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Warnings ; fingering , cussing and maybe more ?

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Your back leaned up against his half covered chest and stomach. His upper arm tightened as your hand squeezed it frantically.

“Conrad-“ you moaned to him with his finger still rubbing against your clit. You wore black panties under the booty shorts you had slid off for him earlier. The sound of his breathing grew heavier into your right ear. He shuddered on and on. Touching you made him feel turned on. He found it so satisfying when you melted under his touch.

Beginning to rub faster against your clit, you let out another moan. And the warmth from his breaths eased closer to your ear.

“Do…” He paused. Attempting to catch his breath.

“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” He whispered shakily.

You gave no response. Nothing to say. Too clouded into your thoughts and pleasure.

First but hesitant at the thought, you suddenly took a slow glance at him. And, there he was. Mouth hanging open, pink lips wetted and strands of hair hanging over his eyes. The messy middle part, he always failed to do. The smell of the salty beach and watermelon radiating off of him. His button up left undone, leaving his warm chest open.

Conrad being the one to pleasure you made you feel hazy. Like your stomach was in a knot and it was impossible to unravel. His eyes gave the impression he was waiting. And he wouldn’t continue til he got some response out of you.

You nodded back at him. Also biting your lower lip, eager for more of him. Although, it wasn’t enough. He just stared back at your mouth. Waiting for some sound to come from it.

“Hmhm.” You mumbled, finally giving him what he wanted.

That’s when his blue eyes flung to yours.

Even tighter your stomach grew.

His eyes always made you feel weak. Tense. Even weaker than you usually felt around him. He knew what it did to you. Eye contact was what he used against you. Every. Time.

It only took a moment for him to slide his fingers inside you. Without giving time for your insides to get used to his large digits. Immediately pumping them at a slow but effective pace. Your head flipped around to where the back of it was against his chest again.

“I- fuck me.” You whimpered from your drooling and hungry mouth. At every pump he made, your back arched more. Your hand flew to his right bicep and your legs closed further together. It felt like ecstasy. Like your blood was buzzing through you.

You shut your eyes due to the pleasure. Skipping breaths every now and then. Whiffing the smell of Conrad every chance you could get to draw you closer to the edge. He’d then move his fingers faster inside you. Making himself cling tight onto your walls and juices. You let out one moan after another one, each getting louder and louder.

Til you felt a grip hold onto your jawline. It surprised you, causing for your eyes to flutter right open. His head tilted to yours and he licked his lips lightly.

“You’re the only girl I’ve touched in the past few weeks. You could at least look at me while I please you.” Conrad said with a slight change of tone in his voice.

“I-“

“You know I deserve it.” He interrupted. “Say I deserve it, y/n.”

There the silence went again. It’s the pressure that you felt. It made you sound more…pathetic.

“you deserve it- you deserve it all Conrad…” You quietly let out.

He looked down at your lips for a second before he slowly leaned in. Meeting your wet mouth with his. He felt hot and safe. He greedily sucked in your bottom lip against his tongue. Your jawline was kept in the grasp of his hand.

Your tongues collided against one another as he picked up his pace inside you. Your thighs became weaker while he pumped more. That watermelon scent went straight to your senses. His strands of hair brushed against your eyelashes.

You could breathe in each other’s air like you two were connected.

Your legs slowly eased down to the mattress. But only making Conrad notice how much you were unraveling from beneath him. He immediately let go of your jaw and set it onto your thigh. And unexpectedly pulled away from your lips.

“lay them down and I won’t make you cum.” He squeezed at the skin. Making you bite back a moan. So you listened. You slowly struggled to pull them apart while his hand still sat on your thigh.

“That’s right. Now buck those hips for me, yeah?” Conrad breathed close to your ear again. You were ready to explode. He had a way with words and it was so easy to fall under them.

You took the little energy you had left and moved your hips back and forth. His fingers would go deeper as you went forward. And at this point, he was making them again. Conrad’s quiet grunts and moans echoed through your ear. He was getting off on it still. He wanted to make you feel good just like this. All day and all night.

And you wouldn’t mind it one bit.

Your hipbones fought with the air as fireworks started up in you. You had then been picking up the pace. Urging to finish. Fighting for it so badly.

“I’m…Conrad- god.” you struggled to form words.

“Are you gonna cum?” Conrad asked, feeling more needy than ever. You took a glance at him again. His lips were a dark deep red as well as his cheeks flushing a brighter red too.

You returned him a small nod. Then leaning up to kiss him again. He suddenly moaned into your mouth, using his fingers at a faster motion again.

fuck.

You bucked your hips forcefully a few more times. Til you felt it come over you. Time slowing yet electricity also pulling you into a wave of pleasure.

You pulled away from the kiss then. All too weakened and sensitive. And As you came, Conrad moaned out loud with you. As if he almost felt the fireworks you were facing.

“Sh- shit.” You choked as you came back to reality. Conrad slowly slipped his fingers from you. Lifting them up in front of him, seeing that they were coated in your juices.

Then putting them right into his mouth. Sucking on them and groaning at the taste of you.

“Told you I deserved it.” He teased.

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp fanfic #tsitp spoilers #tsitpedit #tsitp #jeremiah fisher #conrad fisher smut #Conrad fisher #conrad x reader #conrad fisher x reader #romance #Conrad x fem!reader #christopher briney #chris briney #Chris briney smut #wattpad #smut #fluff #angst

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reidiot · 9 months

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this was a jeremiah fisher hate acc until-

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light-yaers · 2 years

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Lover (Conrad Fisher x Reader)

It's been five years since you've been back to Cousins, Massachusetts; and Belly and Jeremiah are getting married.

You and Conrad were best friends once, will you ever be best friends again?

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol and substance abuse, eventual sex/smut, mentions of death/cancer. 18+

Read it on AO3 here!

Fic Masterlist here!

The lover. playlist here!

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amnesique · 9 months

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imma leave this here bcs tiktok is a bitch and i always end up flopping and idk where else to promote this book (if you guys have any other ideas, PLEASE let me know, i'm desperate 🙏🏻🩷)

also, the prologue was posted a few minutes ago and i'm already thinking about writing the first chapter!💌

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #conrad fisher #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher fanfic #tsitp fanfic #wattpad #wattpad writer

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vixenshiftsvrs · 4 months

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Now I just got my old Wattoad account back with my old book on it and I mean it’s a full 300+ page book with over 70 long chapters. I wrote it when I was 13 so ima rewrite it and publish it chapter by chapter again so add my Wattpad

@vixenshiftsvrs

#wattpad #tales of Azmar #oc #my ocs #cole walter #cole walter x reader #my life with the walter boys #cole walter smut #sam monroe x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #conrad fisher #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #rhysand x reader

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wh0r3zw0rld · 2 years

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conrad fisher smut

from my wattpad tsitp fan fic:

'i know - conrad fisher & steven conklin'

wattpad: @longing4romance

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rosette stumbled into her bedroom, attempting to take off her top. she sighed in frustration before making her way to conrad's room, across from her, unbalanced.

conrad looked up from where he sat on his bed at rosette, who made her way into his room and stood in front of him.

"connieeeee," she whined. "i need your help. my stuff keeps getting stuck on my head."

"okay, okay, but quiet down. everyone else is sleeping," he spoke in a low voice.

"okayyyy." she slurred, walking towards him and pulling him up from his bed.

she pulled him towards her and lifted her arms up, huffing impatiently. he pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her in her black strapless bra. conrad smiles drunkenly in recognition.

she started clawing at it before turning around and drawling, "pleaseee take it off..it's so annoying." conrad approached and his hands drew electricity into her skin as he dragged them towards her clasp.

as he unclasped it, she lay her head back on his shoulder. when conrad pulled it off and handed it to her, he turned around to give her some privacy. "nothing you ain't seen before." rosette teased turning him back around. she had taken off her fishnet tights and was left in her black thong. she's so hot, conrad thought

rosette made her way towards conrad and placed his right hand on her waist and slid his left hand up towards her chest. they both smirked at eachother as conrad pulled her into a kiss.

their familiar lips collided and they felt at home. rosette slipped her tongue into conrad's mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling closer if that was possible. he frantically trailed his hands from her waist to her bare ass, moaning. conrad hoisted her up making her wrap her legs around him, only pulling away to remove his shirt for him.

conrad walked backwards until he reached his bed and fell backwards with her crawling on top of him. she pinned him to the bed, leaving kisses down his chest until the v-line of his low waisted trousers.

conrad began to take control and set himself up against the headboard with her straddling his lap as he grew painfully hard against her. he moved his hands around her waist and started grinding her against him.

he let out groans at what was happening and the sight of her bare chest.

rosette began moving against rythmatically on her own, throwing her head backwards, leaning back as well, rosette grabbed conrad's hands, which were groping her boobs, and shoved one of them down the front of her tiny thong firmly. "can you stop messing around and make me come?" rosette breathed into the air.

he ripped her thong off of her, throwing it to the side with his other hand. she impatiently grasped his wrist and started grinding against his hand, lying back in between his sprawled legs in pleasure.

he aggressively pulled his hand out of her and slapped her pussy making her gasp out of pain and pleasure. she whined as he swiftly turned her around and pulled her bare back to his bare chest, positioning her in between his open legs. he slowly and teasingly brought his hand back to her pussy.

conrad smirked as he felt her wetness against his fingers and dipped them into her wet folds as she moaned loudly, him whispering at her to quiet.

he rutted his clothed hips against her back, not that she noticed in her mind space.

conrad lightly ran figures of 8 on her clit and watched her let out a series of pants. he groaned as he moved against her fasted. rosette roughly grabbed three of his fingers and shoved them into herself. "finally. took your time, eh?" she groaned.

"shut up." he panted as she began to contract back and forth even tighter around him and she grinded against his fingers. he moved his fingers aggressively in and out of her, watching her spasm in his lap. conrad felt her blinding orgasm as she came but kept moving his finges rythmatically in her. he grinned cruelly as he watched her struggle from the over sensitivity and let a few tears leak from the pressure of pleasure.

"please, please. too much." she whimpered.

conrad pulled his fingers out and she let out a sigh of relief. but he quickly turned her onto her stomach and pushed her head into the bed and pulled her bum towards him in the air.

"this is what you fucking deserve for being a desperate whore with that guy, girl, and steven." he growls

rosette cries out in pleasure and pain at his words and as he shoved all five fingers into her and begins fisting her. her pussy was so stretched out and cum was leaking out in between the thrusts of his first. both had lost count of the times she had come but she never actually told him to stop because she wanted him to keep going.

"it's okay, we've done this before." conrad reassures, pulling out when she comes again, crying from pleasure. conrad then pushes his clothed dick against her and began thrusting and grinding against her for relief before cumming in his pants, sighing contentedly.

conrad pulled his shirt over rosette and pulled her fucked-out body under the covers with him. she cuddled against his chest and kisses it. "goodnight." he whispered. she was already asleep.

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#conrad fisher #conrad fisher smut #smut #fanfic #wattpad #tsitp conrad #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp x reader #belly conklin #jeremiah fisher #steven conklin

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strawberryheartsposts · 2 years

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Fireworks 🎇 part. 2

“Ok what has been going on with you!” I say closing the door.

“Nothing Y/n” Conrad mumbled

“Sit.” I say looking at the bed and then on him.

He sits down looking down at his feet.

“You know you can always talk to me” I say sitting next to him

He tilts his head up his blue eyes landing on me.

“I know” he says still looking at me almost waiting to see if I believe him.

“Is this something to do with you and Belly” I look away from him not wanting an answer to that question.

He doesn’t answer

“Hay I came and wanted to talk with you because I care about you ok.” I say looking at him softly

“You’ve always cared” he says looking back down at his feet.

“And that’s a problem?” I say a small smile appears on my lips as am trying to make him more comfortable because I basically pushed him into his room.

“No, it’s just I like you and I know you like him but”

“Excuse me” I say

He doesn’t say anything.

“It’s always been you and Belly! I have always liked you and now this” I say a little more angry then I intended.

“Am sorry okey” he says

“You don’t have to apologize it’s just bad timing that’s all” I answer back

I put my hand on his shoulder.

He looks up his gaze landing on me.

It’s like our faces inching closer it’s like our lips are magnets…

To be continued…

#conrad fisher x reader #fanfic #wattpad #the way i loved you #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #jeremiah fisher #belly conklin

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jjmaybank4life · 8 months

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CONRAD IMAGINES ON WATTPAD AND IN MY PROFILE MULTIPLE JJ MAYBANK BOOKS

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hs-is-loml · 2 years

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they’re on wattpad now!

hey, loves! just wanted to let you know that i now post my work on wattpad but you guys will still see them first :) i had a couple friends telling me that i should consider putting them on wattpad and i gave in! so if you want please show some love <3 my wattpad is @ COOLGUYVALNTYNE-

#wattpad #conrad fisher #conrad fisher x reader #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #jeremiah fisher #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher fluff #conrad x reader #linaspeaks

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fandom-addict404 · 9 months

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i need more fics about conrad fisher’s anxiety!! does anyone have any suggestions or can somebody write something for me???

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #mental health #conrad fisher #tsitpedit #anxiety #fanfiction #ao3 #wattpad #anxiety disorder #panic attacks #panic disorder

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d3vilskisseswt · 2 years

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"you're mine, and that means no one else can have you."

after a tragedy back home, grieving carlotta chan returns back to cousins beach to find that everything has changed.

especially with her best friend conrad fisher, who's adopted a new personality, one that seemingly includes ghosting arlo for the whole year before the summer. oh, and his new girlfriend.

follow arlo through one of the most challenging summers in cousins, in which she tries to fight her growing feelings for the elder fisher.

#the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #book #wattpad #enemies to friends to lovers #quotes #writers #d3vilskisses #taylor swift #bellyconklin #jeremiah fisher #fanfiction

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dilfhwa · 1 year

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hi y’all !! i may or may not have a broken laptop and desktop 🥳🤞🏽 but no worries ! i am working on the second chapter of garden kisses i don’t know when i will publish it but be sure to look out for it ! also please ignore any mistakes that you may see or please message me about them so i can correct them !

#zoo💕 talks #belly conklin #conrad fisher #garden kisses fic #jeremiah fisher #the summer i turned pretty fic #tsitp fanfic #steven conklin #i have been waiting for this y’all have no idea #i’ve also changed the faceclaim for aaliyah like five times so if you’d like to see who it is you can check it out in wattpad @dilfhwa !

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girlwiththeobsessions · 5 months

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love sick c. f.

this book has also been published on wattpad. same username as the one on here. i update faster on there.

you and conrad had a secret relationship two summers ago, when you were 15 and he was 16. you broke up with him because your younger sister, belly had liked him, and you were afraid of hurting her. now, flash forward, you were 17, and you thought you had gotten over him, but maybe you haven’t

you are adopted in this! y/n's parents were close with the fishers and conklins but died in a car accident, so laurel adopts y/n

part 2

i. the drive

ME AND MY FAMILY have been coming to cousins since i was a baby, since before i was born.

the tradition was, me and my mom would go to the summer beach house in cousins, along with my moms friends, laurel park and susannah fisher, and laurel's daughter and son, and susannah's two sons.

the beach house felt magical, every summer, i couldn't wait to return each summer.

most of the time, me and belly would tag along with the moms, mostly just my mom.

my mom would take us shopping a lot, and get us frozen yogurt after, then we'd go swimming.

laurel and susannah didn't really like to swim with us. that's what made my mom so special. until both of my parents died. when i was seven. in a car crash.

my parents were my whole world. i miss them everyday.

after that happened, i had to move from north carolina to pennsylvania with the conklin's.

from what i remember, i was pretty shut down for the next two years, and sad all the time, but eventually i got better.

laurel had taken me in with her, john, steven, and belly, and i had my last name changed to l/n-conklin.

i had found hobbies to cope with my parents death. in sixth grade, i had taken up soccer. in eighth grade, i started volleyball. now, as a junior, i was on my schools soccer and volleyball team.

i was pretty smart too, academically. with my grades averaging with a's and b's since freshman year. i wanted to go to college, my dream school was university of southern california, usc.

today though, was the day i returned to cousins for the summer, of course, i was excited. i was in belly's room, packing, with taylor jewel, me and belly were both close friends with her.

"drew's bummed you're missing the beach match with the boys team next weekend." taylor told belly, laying down on the bed, on her phone.

belly turned around. "uh, make sure tell sophie to square up for the block." belly tells taylor, ignoring what she said.

"drew martinez is texting me about you, and you're talking about volleyball?" taylor said with a surprised expression.

"drew doesn't care if i'm there or not, he wants an excuse to text you." belly denied, not really acknowledging the fact that she had a glow up basically. "and you better take this game seriously, i mean, team pride is on the line, taylor."

"please, you know me better than that." taylor looked up. "i would never let a boy beat me at anything."

belly and i laughed. "i thought you came here to help us pack." belly smiled.

"fine.." taylor got up. "i'll help. here's a tip, don't bring that speedo. it doesn't do a thing for your new boobs." taylor said with a a laugh, sitting on belly's bed, flipping through a magazine.

"it's not a speedo." belly defended with a frown looking down at the swimsuit.

"yes it is." i intervene, looking at my phone.

"we're just saying babes, like you need to pack cute things." taylor says flipping a page in the magazine she's reading.

"well, i always buy a new suit when i get there." belly tells us with a smile.

"okay, well, buy one that doesn't look like you're trying out for the swim team." i pressed.

"are you serious y/n?" belly giggled, flopping onto the bed and launching herself onto me.

"girls! were leaving in the next 10 minutes!" laurel shouted from downstairs.

"we got to go." belly said with a frown.

"no, we don't, we still have 10 minutes!" i told the two of them with a smirk.

we started laughing again, but once it stopped, we sat on the bed, belly on the floor, taylor switching to a more serious tone.

"okay, before i let you both go you both have to tell me your summer wishes. like the one thing that you guys want to happen this summer."

"i don't know." belly took a deep sigh.

"you little liar, yes you do." taylor giggled at belly.

"you want a hot make out sesh with conrad fisher, you want his tongue in your mouth, you dirty little slut!" taylor joked.

i shifted uncomfortably, trying to plaster a laugh. "taylor! ew."

"i'm just saying, i mean, you've been in love with him since we were twelve." taylor reminded her as belly got up.

"it doesn't matter what i do, he doesn't see me that way." belly frowned.

"oh, he'll see you." i looked at belly up and down. "whether he wants to or not. you look a lot different than last summer, belly."

taylor laughed, then turned to me. "what about you, y/n?"

i looked away. "what about me?"

"your summer wish." taylor reminded me.

"i don't know yet." i sighed. "i guess go to a lot of parties, and make more friends."

"no boyfriend? no fling?" taylor asked, a little confused. "come on y/n, a whole summer on the beach? no nothing?"

"oh wow, big deal, a seventeen year old that doesn't care about a boyfriend." i sighed again. "i guess i've never really been that interested in getting a boyfriend." i shrugged. "i have other priorities."

i did. i applied for a job as a lifeguard at the country club, to get some money for college. i wanted to apply to ucla, it was my dream school.

i always try to keep myself busy, keep myself doing something productive, and i think the job would help.

"girls, we're leaving now!"

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during the drive, belly got shotgun, steven was driving, and i sat in the backseat with mom, which i didn't really mind.

the song 'can't do better' by kim petras was blasting, while belly sung along from the top of her lungs.

i unbuckled my seatbelt and spread my legs across the backseat.

"uh, can you guys turn it down a little?" laurel asked. "and, y/n, sit right."

i sighed and sat straight, buckling my seatbelt. "i want you guys to be better about helping out this summer." laurel told us.

"don't just leave your dishes, load them into the dishwasher. and, not just your dish either, steven. i want you to be good houseguests." she continued.

"mom, susannah has people who clean, doesn't she?" steven asked, curiously.

laurel flicked steven on the head. "steven!"

"owww!" steven complained. "alright, alright. sorry."

mom is weird about money, the fact that susannah has money, and we don't.

"just.. be considerate, and act like i raised you right. steven, y/n, that means don't stay out too late."

"mommmm!" we both complained.

"i'm too old for a curfew." i frowned.

"wait, what about me? i don't have a curfew either, right?" belly asked from the front seat.

steven started to laugh. "what do you need a curfew for? you don't go anywhere."

"steven!" i threw my phone charger at him. "don't be a jackass."

"what?" steven continued laughing.

"we'll talk about it when it comes up." laurel told belly.

"oh, and y/n, don't forget, you promised you'd take me driving." belly reminded me.

"belly, i told you i'd take you." laurel intervened.

"yeah, but.. you're too judgy." belly quietly said.

me and steven started laughing. "excuse me?" laurel asked.

"yeah, sorry." belly laughed too.

we parked in front of the gas station me, belly, and mom going in.

belly got some cheetos and sour patches. she opened the bag of cheetos and ate a few.

"belly!" i whisper-yelled.

"what!?"

"at least pay for it first."

me and belly looked over at the register, to see a guy staring at us.

"hey." he nodded his head.

i smiled and waved, while belly grabbed a coke, and we brought our snacks up to the register.

"what's up with you, y/n?" jumper said with a smile.

"jumper? i didn't know you work here now." i said in surprise.

he turned to belly. "who's this? are you new this summer?"

belly looked behind her, then back at jumper. "uh, me? no.."

"really?" he smirked, and scanned the snacks. "thought i knew every pretty girl in cousins."

"ew, don't flirt with my little sister, idiot." i warned him.

to be honest, i wasn't really fond with jumper. the way he sort of treated girls like they were objects just wasn't too appealing to me.

he rolled his eyes. "whatever. you both coming to the bonfire tonight? first of the season."

"uh.. maybe." i responded.

"come!" he encouraged us, then turned to belly again with a smile. "i'll introduce you to some of my friends."

"maybe i will." belly smiled back

i gave belly a quick side eye. "maybe she won't." i look back to jumper, trying to protect belly.

laurel walked up to us. "after i get settled in, you wanna go to whale of a tale with me, so i can presign stock for the signing tonight?" she asked belly.

"uh..."

"remember.. when you used to sit on my lap when i used to sign there?" laurel continued

"no, i don't.. remember that." belly chuckled.

"i'll make you a deal." laurel said, as we walked out. "i'll let you pick out tonight's desert if you come in and keep me company."

"see you later." jumped smirked at belly.

"what's later?" laurel asked, curiously.

"nothing." belly responded, a little too quickly.

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Lover: Chapter One

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Warnings: Swearing, alcohol and substance abuse, eventual sex/smut, mentions of death/cancer. 18+

A/N: hello hello!! so as said earlier, i have delved down a deep dark hole that i cannot get out of until i write this. this is a mini series based purely on the tv show characterisations, since i’ve not read the books! hope you enjoy xx

Word Count: 3.1k

Chapter One: reunited.

A thousand thoughts bombarded your skull as you walked around the side of the Fisher’s beach house in Cousins, but the main one was this—

Had it really been five fucking years since you were last here?

The summer you turned sixteen was the last holiday you ever spent here, only returning for Susannah’s funeral four years later, and now this. This of all things that you were still desperately trying to wrap your brain around; Belly and Jeremiah’s fucking wedding.

There was a part of you that knew it. Susannah had always said that you and Belly were destined for her boys, but during every summer before you left you were sure that she’d liked Conrad over Jere. You couldn’t wait to hear the stories. You couldn’t wait to simply exist with them again.

After everything that had halted your vacations here, after reeling and mourning Susannah away from them all; this was needed.

You needed to be back in Cousins with the Fisher’s and the Conklin’s again. Even if it might be the last time.

That was the hardest part to admit, for sure.

The path swirled around the back of the house, melting into the rest of the patio that surrounded the pool in the backyard. You remembered it all so vividly: nothing whatsoever had changed. This was the pool where the boys took it upon themselves to throw you and Belly into the cold water in the morning. This was the patio where you and Conrad sat after stealing a bottle of red wine from Adam’s wine cellar, chugging on the bottle and then stupidly deciding to rush down to the ocean for a late-night dip when you were teenagers.

The back door was swung open, music from the radio filtering out the back.

“Hello?” you announced hesitantly, and within seconds Jeremiah’s face popped out from the doorway.

“Oh my god,” he said first, before a smile the size of fucking Jupiter erupted onto his face. “Belly!” he exclaimed, before flinging himself down the back steps until you were within his arms.

Tears began fighting their way into your eyes, but you stopped them from forming. You didn’t want to cry, didn’t want to make this all the more difficult and heartfelt than you already knew it would be—

I mean... you hadn’t even seen Conrad yet. If you cried with Jeremiah and Belly, then you’d probably end up sobbing when you saw Conrad’s face.

Jeremiah held you tightly, squeezing you as if he wasn’t ever going to let go. He’d grown so much in five years, from the almost twenty-year old boy into a full grown twenty-four year old man; soon to be twenty-five. He was taller, bigger, bit still contained the same ferocious charm and love within his heart.

That would never disappear.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he whispered, and you swallowed back the want to burst into tears. Instead, you pulled away, holding him at an arms distance.

“And I can’t believe you’re fucking getting married,” you let out, laughter bubbling between the both of you. “Did you get her a good ring?” you asked.

“See it for yourself,” Belly’s voice spoke up over your reunion, and your chest all but caved in. As your gaze scattered over her, you were hit with the realisation that she was no longer a child. All the prior grace and elegance she’d lacked at age fourteen was now replaced with a sense of herself that made you jealous.

Belly descended the steps until she was at your level; strong, beautiful, grown.

“Fucking hell,” the words tumbled from your mouth involuntarily. “You—you, you’re so—,”

“I know,” she interrupted you, smiling at you with gleaming eyes that made your heart hurt.

“You’re so beautiful,” was all you could say, coming towards her and taking her hands in yours. You spun her around once, before she catapulted herself into your chest. “You’re not a kid anymore, Bells,” you whispered.

“Neither are you,” she whispered back. She smelled like sandalwood, the staple scent that Susannah adored pumping into the beach house.

Even without stepping into the house, you could already sense her absence; this nagging emptiness that sat on a chair at the patio, on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island, in the middle of the sofa clutching a cushion.

Your eyes found the doorway then, scanning the doorframe, scuttling across the windows, just trying to have a peak into the house to see if she—if someone—was in there. Steven, maybe. Or Conrad.

No, definitely Conrad.

As Belly grew, her crush on the eldest Fisher brother did as well. Her friendship with Jeremiah soared, as well. They were best friends, and now soon to be married.

You and Conrad had started off rocky. The two oldest kids in the house, butting heads and trying to one up each other, until the time you turned thirteen. That’s when the friendship had properly begun.

Nights on the beach, secret driving lessons in the golf buggies at the country club, playing chicken in the pool with Steven and Jere. Your relationship had blossomed into much more than the frenemy situation you’d started off in. When you left Cousins every summer, you stayed in contact. Whenever you were in the States, you made sure to visit him in Boston if you got the chance.

Those four years. Those four summers. Thirteen to sixteen years old.

That’s when Conrad was your favourite person in this entire world.

Maybe he still was.

Even after all this time. Even after the fight.

“He’s not in there,” Jeremiah said, shooting you a knowing stare. You frowned at him playfully. “He’s on the beach with Steven, and some friends,”

You let out a scoff. “Conrad has friends?”

“Shocker, I know,” Jere replied, coming over to snake a hand around Belly’s waist. The three of you looked out towards the ocean. “He’s been waiting for you to arrive for the past week. Everyday it’s when she gets here this and if she was here that,” he added, eyes scuttling over your face secretly. “He’s missed you,”

You breathed out slowly, ignoring the pain in your chest. “Yeah. That makes two of us,”

Walking down the dock to the beach, the pump of music and sounds of laughter got ever present. You’d never been to a bonfire on the beach; you’d always been too young; and it was crazy to realise that this was your first ever beach bonfire in Cousins. At age twenty-five. What the fuck.

You ignored your pounding heart as the dock slowly turned to sand, and slipped off your shoes when you stepped onto the beach. Your feet sank into the sand gently, as you strolled towards the circle of people in camp chairs and on inflatables.

You recognised Steven straight away, standing up to the right, arm draped around the shoulders of a very pretty girl. Steven had always been a stud, in his own special way. Like Belly, he’d also matured in a way that made the breath hitch in your throat.

You cleared your throat once, alerting some people to your presence. “Hey, nerd!” you yelled, and all eyes were upon you suddenly. Steven averted his gaze from his girl to you, and the realisation hit him like a truck.

“Oh my god,” him and Jere were still peas in a fucking pod; they even said the same fucking things. “Oh my fucking god!” he exclaimed, giving his girl a chaste kiss on her forehead before he flung himself across the beach towards you. His snarky and boundless energy was enough to make you buzz inside, copying the way he was all but jumping as he made his way over to you.

“You’re here! You’re here!” he yelled some more, wrapping his arms around you and bobbing you around in circles as his energy dispelled.

“Since when did you get so fucking tall?” you chuckled into his chest, struggling against the sheer size of the man before you.

“Same time my voice dropped,” he let out, pulling away. “It’s called puberty. You should look it up. Won’t be long until you go through it—,”

“Oh, fuck you,” you pushed him away playfully. “I was taller than you once, don’t forget that,”

“When we were twelve,” he chuckled. The inescapable feeling of happiness washed over you then, the same way the ocean washed up upon the shore. The fear you’d felt on the drive over from the airport felt silly now—

It was just Cousins. The place you’d grown up at. Surrounded by the people that saw you grow, and you them as well. It was just Belly, Jere, Steven and—

“Conrad’s swimming,” Steven said suddenly, leaning his shoulder against yours as he pointed towards the sea. “There,” you nodded once, taking in a deep breath. Steven immediately noticed your anxiety. “Five years, right?” he asked gently.

You nodded again, coming back to reality. “Yeah, five whole years,” you repeated.

“Take it from me,” Steven began, before gently laying his hand down on your shoulder. “He’s missed you more than he’ll let on,”

“That’s what I said,” Jere and Belly strolled up behind the two of you, peering out at Conrad in the ocean with you. “He’s been better the past few years, though. Who knows? He might turn back into the Connie we all grew up with,” Jere added, almost sadly.

“That would be a miracle,” Steven laughed once, crossing him arms.

“No,” Belly spoke suddenly. “I think you’re all underestimating him,” you shot a look at her; gently, thoughtfully, as her eyes danced across the ocean. “He’s been talking about you since we got engaged, you know?” Belly looked at you quickly, smiling slyly.

“You guys are scaring me more than I’m fucking scaring myself,” you let out nervously. Jere dropped his hand to your shoulder reassuringly.

“It’s just Conrad. He doesn’t bite,” he said, and you scoffed so loudly that it was lucky Conrad didn’t fucking hear you from the sea.

“You and I both know that’s a lie,” you chuckled, until you thought you might cough up a lung. It was useless stalling more, though. You had to face him sooner or later. You had to see him—and God—you wanted to. The days since you’d last hugged or talked Conrad Fisher were too many to even count.

You all watched as Conrad emerged from the sea, sopping wet. He pushed his drenched hair off his forehead, shaking himself off like a wet dog before he started walking up the beach. You took him in before you yelled. All soft curves and broader shoulders and a sharper jaw. He was the Conrad you’d always known, but he was also an image that you’d never know possible.

Conrad Fisher was grown up. Both of you were.

You whispered a peppy okay to yourself, before lunging forward playfully and exclaiming “Conrad Fisher!” through cupped hands. He looked up suddenly peering around the beach until he saw who was calling his name. “You’re late!” you added, and his gaze finally found yours.

When he stopped abruptly, you thought you were going to throw up. You started walking towards him slowly, skirt fluttering in the ocean breeze and hair flying all over the place. You stopped when you were no more than twenty meters from each other.

He was the first to smile. Your heart skipped.

“I’m late?” he replied, shouting without dignity across the beach. Everyone watched with bated breath, ready to witness you and Conrad reuniting after so fucking long. Confusion covered their faces—none of them knew who you were, same as yourself. Conrad started stomping across the beach towards you. “You’re five fucking years late,” he boomed.

You shot him the cheesiest smile possible, hands behind your back, leaning forward slightly in the signature pose of the guilty. “Who’s counting anyway?” you said, lower this time, as he stomped his way closer and closer to you without any indication of stopping.

“I am,” he said strongly, all eyes on him. His face was stern, his jaw clenched, his fists balled. God, maybe he was pissed off. Severely, really, angry.

“Okay,” you said, panicking suddenly as the gap between you both was starting to diminish very fast. You raised your hands, as if a gun was pointed at you. “I can explain—you know I can explain. We can talk this out,” you pleaded jokingly, but the line between playful and real was starting to fade.

You couldn’t read Conrad’s emotions anymore, not this soon anyway.

Ten meters between you was all that remained.

“It’s too late for explanations,” he replied, as the frown on his face slowly began upturning into a smile.

“Then—a bottle of red wine with your name on it?” you suggested.

“You’re not drinking your way out of this one, idiot,” he shut you down.

Five meters to go. You were so close now that, if you reached out, you could touch him; soaking wet skin and all.

“Then, then—,” you started clicking your fingers incessantly, but his strides only got longer, until he started jogging towards you. You took a few haste step backs. “Hey, now—Conrad—,”

“I have an idea for your penance,” he said, and he started sprinting.

“Hey—,”

“Belly flop!”

You started running before he’d even finished speaking, but it was far too late to beat him now. He was on your tail already, just am arm’s length away from grabbing your top and pulling you into his arms—which is exactly what he did.

He grabbed you by the waist, snaking his arms around your torso as he picked you, kicking and screaming, from the ground. He didn’t let up, not even when you squirmed in his arms and tried to push yourself off of him.

All the while back down the beach, he laughed as you tried to beg and plead your way out of this. The others looked on in awe, bar Jeremiah, Steven and Belly immediately rushing down to the beach to get a first-hand view of this ordeal.

“Conrad—Conrad!” you yelled, but to no avail.

“Five fucking years,” he kept saying it, over and over again as if trying to remind himself that he should be mad at you, but the smile in his face and the chuckles on his lips were enough for you to know he wasn’t at all.

“Put me down!” you screamed, bursting out giggles as he shuffled you in his grip, until he was holding you bridal style.

“Okay,” he said smartly, treading into the ocean until it reached his waist. You scrambled in his grip, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and trying to climb up higher on his tree length body. He clutched onto you tightly, sending silent chuckles into your ear as you were all too aware of the cold water beneath you.

“No, no, no—keep holding me—keep holding me!” you urged.

“I thought you wanted me to put you down?” he said smugly.

“I take it back—I take it back!” you begged.

“Rules are rules,” he said finally, as you looked back at the beach to see Steven with his phone out, filming the entire ordeal.

“You put that fucking phone down, Steven, or I swear to God—I’ll give you a wedgie as bad as the one I did when we were fifteen!” you shouted at him, and Conrad’s full laughter finally came out to play. You bobbed up and down in his arms, as his chest shot out chuckles of full belly laughter.

He turned back to the beach, just so everyone could get a good look. “Ready!” he yelled. The three of them on land cheered instantly.

“Fuck you, guys!” you yelled back.

“Together,” Conrad whispered, and you internally readied yourself.

“Wait—,” you began, but it was far too late. Conrad dropped himself to the floor, clutching you in his grasp until you were both under the water. You yelped in his arms, trying to squeeze out of his grip as you held your breath and felt the cold water cascade over every fucking inch of your skin and clothes.

He didn’t let you loose, though, but kept holding you as firmly as when he’d first picked you up.

Emerging from the water was the stuff of nightmares. Your hair, clothes, body, was drenched, along with Conrad himself. He shot himself back up to standing, laughing as you struggled in his grasp to get wet hair out of your face. When he started walking you back to the beach, you didn’t want to think about how heavy you’d be now—thanks to all the extra water weight.

As soon as you hit land, you jumped out of his arms, immediately falling to the ground and breathing heavily. “It’s so fucking cold!” you yelled, but the happiness on your face was apparent. Conrad laughed behind you, clutching his torso as he bent over slightly.

“Welcome back,” he let out breathlessly.

You forced yourself to standing, trying to ring out some of the water in your skirt. “I bought this skirt for the wedding,”

“Didn’t Belly tell you?” Conrad began, coming forward with a colossal smile on his pretty boy face. “You’re a bridesmaid,” Conrad glanced over to Belly on the beach behind you, winking smugly. Your eyes widened, as you turned round to her.

“What!” you screamed so more, but the breath in your lungs was running out fast from all the laughter you’d fucking produced.

“You’ve got a dress fitting next week,” she replied, as Jeremiah took hold of her hand. Steven was scrolling through his phone, looking at all the footage he’d just got.

You turned back to Conrad, shivering slightly as the breeze hit your wet body. He saw you shake, and let out an abrupt scoff. “Are you happy now, asshole?” you said playfully.

“I’ve never been happier,” he smiled.

“Sadist,” you let out, hugging yourself as you dripped water onto the sand. He came up behind you then, placing a gentle hand on your back. That alone made you shiver again.

He peered down at you fondly, hair covering his eyes slightly. “Come on, let’s go change inside,”

You shivered all the way to the beach house. Halfway up the dock, Conrad draped his arm around your shoulder, prompting you to hug his waist. You leaned your head into his shoulder, relishing in this closeness after so long.

“Five years,” you whispered, squeezing him affectionately.

“Five fucking years,” he repeated, peering down at you softly. Nothing more needed to be said.

He’d missed you more than you’d ever know.

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