#tsitp one shot

[probably-writing-x]

Hotter and Hotter

Summary: hi 👋🏼 I don’t know if you take any request now but I will still ask.. Can you write about the scene of the grocery when Conrad just lean on and take a sip (he was soo f hot ) and make it like more flirty and it can go like you want between Conrad x yn? thanks u ❣️

Warnings: Sexual references (Minors DNI)

Author’s Note: I’m not taking requests atm but this came through and I was inspired so maybe I am taking requests, we’ll never know xoxo

“This is the hottest it’s ever been I swear to God,” Conrad grumbles from the couch, hand resting on his chest.

“Well you try and fix the air con then, because it’s doing fucking nothing when we try,” Steven shrugs his shoulders, his head resting back against the seats of the couch from where he sat on the floor.

“You’re an engineer Steven, isn’t this like your job?” Belly points out, dragging her hair away from her face.

The air conditioning in the house had been out all morning and the temperature had been slowly rising with the sun. Now, it was stifling hot inside the house and just as bad outside too. And, clearly, the group were at their wit’s end.

“Okay, can we please stop talking about it? Like, can we talk about anything else?” You roll your eyes, your back against the couch where Conrad was laying, your head mere inches from his.

The two of you had been friends for years, ever since Belly and Steven had started coming to the summer house, you had too. The group of you were always inseparable whenever you were all in Cousins. But, before this summer, you and Conrad had realised your feelings for each other. He’d started calling you every night, texting you more and more often, and eventually the two of you spoke to each other more than anyone else. You’d both agreed, however, that is was not worth the drama for the rest of the group to know that anything was going on. You’d kept things completely private and, so far, it worked.

You’d turned up to the summer house this year terrified to see him again, and when you had done, it was like there was a weird tension that you’d never known before. There were sparks whenever he looked at you, electricity coursing through you whenever you briefly touched. You hadn’t even kissed the boy and yet all you could think about was doing so. It was driving you insane.

“Well, what else do you want to talk about, (y/l/n)?” He turns his head so that it is facing you but you keep your gaze averted away, worried he’ll make you blush.

“Anything,” You groan, “Like, seriously, it’s making it worse if all we talk about is how hot we are.”

He smirks, “You think you’re hot, (y/n)?”

You whip your head around to face him and roll your eyes, “Grow up, Con.”

His smirk remains, eyes trailing over your face as the conversation grows behind you. Jere and Belly were agreeing on getting into the pool and Steven was refusing to join them under the premise that he couldn’t find any swimming shorts in his suitcase.

“How about we head to the store?” Conrad suggests, pushing himself up to sit on the couch, “We can get some cold drinks, some ice cream, anything remotely cold.”

The group all sound into chorus of agreement and you nod too.

“Yeah, just get anything they’ve got,” You encourage, watching as he swings his legs over the side of the couch so that he’s sat next to you now, his knee bumping your shoulder.

“Oh, you’re coming with me,” He nudges you, “I need someone to help me push the cart.”

Conrad stretches out a hand to you and waits for you to take it.

“Right because that’s definitely a two person job,” You roll your eyes, taking the grip of his hand and pushing yourself up from the floor.

“Oh, absolutely it is,” Conrad shrugs his shoulders, walking out of the lounge towards the front door, grabbing his car keys on the way.

———

You sit in the passenger seat and he sets his hand behind your chair as he reverses, the air con in his car blasting enough for you to both cool down.

“Why didn’t we think of coming in your car earlier?” You question, glancing out of the window at the changing street beside you.

Conrad turns his head in your direction, “Because then they’d all want to come.”

You nod in agreement and fall silent, fiddling with your hands in your lap.

“So, has anyone said anything about…”

“What? Me and you?” You finish the sentence for him, “Why? Do you think they know?”

Conrad smirks a little, “Jere told me that sometimes you talk in your sleep and he can hear you through his wall.”

You frown just slightly, cogs turning in the expectation of what he was about to say.

“Apparently he heard you call my name,” Conrad fully grins then, turning the car into another corner as he approaches the store.

You feel your face heat up more than the sun was capable of, your heart sinking a little, “I did… I mean he heard… what?”

Conrad chuckles gently and his hand moves from the wheel to squeeze your leg, “Oh come on, (y/l/n), I already knew you were obsessed with me.”

You clench your jaw and look away from him, the embarrassment seeping through you. He squeezes your bare leg again and keeps his hand there as he pulls into a space in the parking lot.

“Okay I’ll get a cart and I’ll meet you at the checkout,” You nod, taking a deep breath to relatively compose yourself as you get out of the car.

Conrad follows behind you, fighting back the smile on his face. He walks up behind you as you go to get a cart, his arms dropping to either side of your hands on the handle, thumbs brushing your pinky fingers.

“See, Ive just got so many questions,” He mumbles the words into your ear as his chin drops to your shoulder.

You feel a tingle go over your spine and quickly step out from underneath his arm, “And I won’t be answering them.”

Conrad persists, of course, pushing the cart into the store and following your every move.

You both take a silent sigh of relief at the feeling of the air con in the store, walking a little slower as if to revel in it for as long as possible.

“Okay, so what was this dream about?” Conrad asks, stopping the cart as you throw in a few items from the produce section.

You make brief eye contact with him in the coldest glare you can muster, “Con, I said we’re not talking about this.”

“I mean, it must’ve been pretty good for you to be calling my name,” He points out nonchalantly, throwing a few bags into the cart, “So, tell me what it was about?”

You spin on your heel and grip the end of the cart, squeezing down on the plastic as you look at him, “Conrad, I don’t remember, okay? Now can we please drop this because you’re being an asshole.”

He raises his hands as if in a gesture of surrender before placing them back on the cart and following you still in your slow steps around the aisles.

Conrad didn’t need to know to boost his ego, or to use it against you. He needed to know because the thought of you thinking of him like that made him feel like a kid with his first crush. He was infatuated, and his curiosity was getting the better of him.

Things were awkward between the two of you now, and neither was willing to break the tension with any form of conversation.

You were embarrassed, of course you were. The chemistry between the pair of you had been sky high since you’d arrived back in Cousins - all of the awaited feelings of seeing each other again had come bubbling to the surface. And yet neither of you could do anything about it. So there it stayed - bubbling wildly on a surface that would not release. Of course you were thinking about him, how could you not be?

“Okay, you get the ice and pay for this, I’ll meet you at the car,” You nod, holding your shoulders a little more sure of themselves.

“Oh, so I’m paying?” Conrad raises his brows, stopping in his tracks with a bag of ice in his hands.

“Your daddy’s credit card will,” You taunt in response, disappearing around the corner of another aisle to leave him to his own devices.

Minutes later, Conrad appears through the sliding doors of the store, the fully loaded cart bumping in the parking lot in front of him. You’re stood by the car, waiting for him, two large drink cups in your hands.

“And what’s this?” He nods his head a little towards the drinks, eyes returning back to yours.

“A peace offering,” You shrug your shoulders, “I’m sorry I got annoyed about you asking about… I just, I was embarrassed and I didn’t want you to think I was some weird stalker that was obsessed with you or something.”

Conrad laughs gently, the kind of laugh that always manages to ease your worry. He steps out from around the cart so that he’s mere inches from you.

“You know,” He lowers his torso down to take a slow sip from the drink, darkened eyes staring up at you as he does, “If you wanted to be screaming my name in the night, you should’ve just asked.”

Your mouth falls agape slightly as all words seem to escape you.

“Come on, I’ll load this up before the ice cream starts melting,” He clears his throat, as if nothing had happened, “Get in the car.”

You oblige and sit in the passenger seat waiting for him as he piles the bags into the trunk, climbing into the driver’s seat shortly after.

He reaches over to take his cup from your hand and his fingers brush yours - still electric as you repeat over the words he’d just said.

“So, home?”

You hum in agreement and keep your eyes focused on the road ahead of you as he reverses out of the spot, unable to hide the smile tearing at your face.

———

“We’re back!” Conrad calls out as the two of you head inside, arms full of brown paper bags.

“Thank god!” Jere exclaims, grabbing a couple of the bags from you to alleviate the weight, “Successful trip?”

You and Conrad exchange a quiet glance before looking back and both saying at the same time, “Yeah.”

Jeremiah frowns at you and his brother, “You two are weird.”

He helps to unpack the shopping before turning back to both of you.

“Hey, Con, did you ask (y/n) about her dre-“

“Grow up Jere,” Conrad snaps quickly, throwing the last bag of ice into the freezer.

You look at him and smile a little to yourself, averting your eyes back to the drink in your hand.

Jeremiah rolls his eyes at his brother and disappears out of the kitchen, leaving just the two of you once more.

“Here, they’ve not melted yet,” Conrad pulls an ice pop from one of the boxes and unwraps it, handing it to you.

You set down your drink and take hold of the wooden stick. Now was your chance to get him back. You make sure you’re stood as close as you can get to him, your eyes gazing upwards to focus on his. And you stick out your tongue, drawing it from the bottom to the top of the cold ice, not once breaking eye contact with Conrad as you pop the top in between your lips and suck gently before pulling away.

You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows the lump in his throat, and find yourself hiding back a grin at your obvious effect on him.

“What’s wrong Connie?” You ask him through batted eyelashes, “You look all… flustered.”

It’s almost as if you see the second that the cogs turn in his brain as his hands stretch out to grip your waist, both tightening to lift you up and onto the kitchen counter behind you.

And then, without a second thought, his hand grips your face and he pulls you in to kiss him. It’s rushed at first and overly fueled by passion but you don’t care. He can taste the sweetness on your lips and it only seems to encourage him more, kissing you like he’d been waiting to do so for years. His hand tightens once more on your waist, pulling you into him as closely as he can as your hands grip onto his shoulders.

Conrad pulls away then, only breaking contact at your lips to catch his breath as his forehead rests against yours.

“Don’t tease me,” He grumbles quietly, his lips plump in the absence of you.

You chuckle a little, nudging his head a little more, “From what just happened there, maybe I should be teasing you more often.”

Conrad smirks and pulls away, standing up straight as both of his hands settle on either side of you on the counter. He glances behind you at where the large glass doors lead out to the garden, “You know, nobody’s actually in the house.”

You turn over your shoulder to catch a glimpse, “Yeah, looks like it’s just us.”

He takes the opportunity as you’re turned away to kiss at the exposed skin of your neck, his touch hotter than any weather was capable of.

You let out a quiet moan and grip the back of his head. Damn, he was good at this.

“Connie-“ You hum, pushing into him as closely as you can.

He smirks against you and pulls away, eyes widening slightly at the mark left on your skin from his lips.

“We should probably join the rest,” You comment, dragging your fingers through his hair.

He flutters his eyes closed at the contact and sighs, “Five more minutes.”

Conrad leans in to kiss you again but stops as he hears;

“Conrad! Can you bring the ice pops out?” It’s Stephen yelling to the pair of you.

You look at Conrad and laugh a little, hopping down from the countertop, “Come on, before they suspect anything.”

“I think that mark on your neck will make them suspect enough.”

You bend down to take the ice pop box from the freezer and reach one hand behind your head to untie your hair, letting it fall around your shoulders.

“There we go, it’s like it never happened,” You wiggle your eyebrows and saunter outside towards the garden.

Conrad watches as you go, a smile on his face before his eyes drop to the barely-touched ice pop you’d both discarded onto the counter.

Thank god for hot weather.

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[ist4rgirlo]

──────── 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭 - 𝐜.𝐟

ONE SHOT !

summary : how conrad and bimbo!reader first met

warnings : just fluff

It had always been Conrad's nature to be quiet and reserved. Although he had a few close friends, he preferred the solitude of being by himself. However, this was about to change when he crossed paths with a girl who would ruin everything for him.

As Conrad walked through the crowd, eager to see what was going on, he noticed students gathered around in the school courtyard. Curiosity piqued, he made his way through the crowd. His eyes were drawn to her as he approached the center. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, and her vibrant smile lit up her cheeks.

This girl, whose name was Y/N, some people would call you a "bimbo" - beautiful but shallow, more focused on fashion and popularity than academics, that’s how everyone saw you as. Conrad couldn't help but feel drawn to you, even though he couldn't understand why.

He discovered that you were in some of his classes but barely noticed your fluttering eyelashes and infectious laugh. His grades began to fall as his thoughts were consumed by you, and he became increasingly infatuated.

As fate had it, Conrad was chosen as your partner for a class project one afternoon. It gave him the chance to get to know you outside the confines of the school halls. Nervously, Conrad approached you and struck up a conversation with you.

"Hey, Y/N. So, um, about the project... I was thinking maybe we could meet up this weekend to work on it?" Conrad managed to stutter out, his face turning red.

You looked up from your meticulously painted nails, your eyes sparkling with surprise. "Oh, hey, Conrad! Sure, that sounds great. I was just going to ask someone but couldn't figure out who. You were always so focused in class, I honestly didn't think you'd be interested."

In Conrad's heart, a mixture of excitement and unease arose. Were you truly interested in working on the project, or were you merely looking for someone to do the work for you? Despite this, he viewed this as an opportunity to better understand you.

During their project meet-up, Conrad discovered the unexpected. A pretty face wasn't all you had; you had a unique perspective, you were smart and had an ability to see the world like no other. You may have been labeled as a "bimbo," but Conrad soon realized that there was more to you than met the eye.

As days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, Conrad and you developed a unique bond. You both complemented each other in every way - your bubbly personality bringing out a liveliness in him, and his intellect grounding you in moments of chaos. In spite of your peers' disapproval, you grew closer.

That’s what here it all started, with you being partners for a class. Eventually, the both of you soon developed feelings for each other. People always thought that you weren’t a match, but for you both, you were meant to be. The both of you didn’t listen to whatever they said because you loved each other, you love Conrad and he loves you deeply, that’s all that matters.

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[imaslutformaybank]

just friends ☼

A/N: he's so beautiful i'm <333. anyways, sorry for dropping off of the face of planet earth, here's this. i tried to make this a lot angstier but i apparently do not have that ability. enjoy anyways :)

one shot, blurb, or head canon?: one shot

summary: conrad and y/n have been friends since they were born, but one kiss has her questioning everything.

pairing: conrad fisher x reader

warnings: this was written at 4 in the morning while i was delirious, so :), cursing, wandering hands, one smexy kiss, i believe that is it?

wc: 3397, she's a BIG ONE.

ever since i was born, my family has gone to spend the summer at the house of my mother’s best friend, susannah, in cousins beach. it has since become my favorite place in the entire world and throughout the other seasons of the year, i am left yearning for the summertime and craving the company of conrad fisher.

this summer is no different. we load into the car early in the morning so we can arrive in cousins at a decent time. my phone buzzes, notifying me of a text.

jeremiah 🙏

can’t wait to see y’all! are you on the way yet?

my sister, belly, replied before i even had the chance to fully read the message.

bells💕

can’t wait to see you either!

yep, we left about an hour ago.

steven👺

yo, this summer is gonna be so lit!

conrad &lt;3

dude, who says lit anymore?

-> steven does, because he’s stuck in 2018 :/

steven whipped around in the front seat as belly snickered beside me. 

“i am not stuck in 2018!” he said, sounding deeply offended. i threw my hands up.

“whatever you say,” i said. the sass king rolled his eyes and turned back around. my phone buzzed again, but this time it was a private message from conrad.

conrad &lt;3

i’m assuming he got angry at you for saying that

i giggled at how well he knows our dynamic.

-> you know it

i’m excited to see you.

the text, which was seemingly normal, caused my heart to do a flip. why did that happen, you might ask? well, if you find the answer, let me know too because i’m clueless. 

last summer, conrad and i spent a lot of time alone and… i won’t say we grew closer because we were already basically bonded at the hip, but it was like we had a deeper connection with each other. i started noticing the little things about him, like how his eyes sparkle when he laughs, or how he taps his fingers against his elbows when he’s angry, or how his voice sounds after he cries. there was always a painful ache whenever we had to leave cousins at the end of the summer, but last year it was a thousand times worse.  

you might be thinking “duh, you’re in love with him,” but that’s not the case. you see, conrad is my best friend in the whole wide world, so i can’t be in love with him. no way.

after hesitating for way too long, i replied to his text.

-> I’m excited to see you too :)

after a long, aggravating (solely because of steven), cramped, car ride, we finally arrived. for some reason, my heart pounded in my chest as i opened the car door and exited the vehicle. jeremiah ran out of the house with susannah following right behind him.

“what’s up?!” jeremiah exclaimed as he embraced my mom. susannah beamed and welcomed me into her arms with a loving hug.

“oh my goodness, how are you?” she asked, but didn’t give me time to answer. “oh, it is so good to see you! look at how gorgeous you are! jeremiah, look at how beautiful she is!” 

you remember how i said conrad is my best friend? well, that was a lie. jeremiah would kill me if he ever heard those words leave my mouth. i locked eyes with the tall, blue-eyed boy, and smiled brightly. 

“well, look at you!” he laughed, running over to me and picking me up into a spinning hug. 

“hey, what are you, 7’2 now?” i asked, giggling as he let me back down to earth.

“close, actually 7’3,” he said, poking my arm. i pushed his shoulder playfully. 

that’s when i saw him. he was lurking in the doorway, looking as beautiful as ever. wait, i’m allowed to say he’s beautiful, right? right. he’s my friend. i can say my friend is beautiful.

“gonna go say hi to your boyfriend?” jeremiah whispered in my ear. i elbowed him in the gut, causing him to grunt.

“hey,” conrad said, running his hand through his perfect-... his brown hair.

“hi,” i replied. we looked at each other for a moment before he opened his arms to embrace me into a very awkward hug. we pulled away and he said hello to everyone else. 

“alright, who’s ready for some food?” susannah asked.

at the dinner table, i sat sandwiched in between conrad and jeremiah as our families caught each other up on the past 9 months.

“so, belly, y/n, any special guys that have your attention back home?” susannah asked. i felt conrad’s gaze shift over to me, but i did not look up from my plate of food.

“i don't really exist to the guys back home,” belly said.

“well look what they’re missing out on,” susannah said. “y/n? anyone for you?”

“um, no. no one that i can think of,” i said.

“what about ethan?” steven asked. i furrowed my eyebrows at him.

“ooh, who’s ethan?” jeremiah asked beside me. 

“he was this guy that i was talking to but he ditched me for someone else." the whole room was silent and i could feel pity floating in the air. i heard jeremiah take a deep breath next to me before patting his thighs.

“who wants some dessert?” he asked, standing up. i silently thanked him for changing the subject.

“ooh, yes, i made some strawberry cheesecake,” susannah said, following her youngest son into the kitchen. 

“you guys want some?” my mom asked us. belly shook her head. 

“i’m alright, i’m gonna finish unpacking,” she said, standing up. steven copied her actions.

“me too,” he said. my mom then looked at conrad and i. 

“wanna share a slice?” he asked me. i nodded.

“yeah, we’ll share,” i repeated to my mom. she gave us a quick jerk of her head before striding into the kitchen. “i haven’t had cheesecake in forever,” i said, leaning back in my chair.

“maybe you should come to visit more often, you know she makes them like every week,” he said with a laugh. i giggled.

“maybe i should.”

we sat in silence for a few seconds, listening to the laughter and commotion in the kitchen.

“i didn’t know you were talking to someone,” he said, all of the sudden.

“yeah. i would have told you, but i didn’t know if it would go anywhere… and it didn’t, so..” i said. he nodded slowly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“that sucks,” he said. i laughed at his bluntness. 

“yeah, just a bit,” i said. awkward silence.

“i’m sorry that happened, you deserve better than that,” he said. i had been avoiding his eyes for most of this conversation, but looking into them now, i could tell he was being sincere. now, i, of course, do not do well in serious situations, so i ruffle his hair.

“awe, thanks connie,” i said. he scoffed, a smile on his face as susannah, my mom, and jeremiah brought 4 plates of cheesecake over. my mom set one in front of conrad and i.

“beck and i are gonna go eat in the living room,” she said. i nodded.

“thanks mom. and thank you for the cheesecake, other mom,” i said. susannah laughed. 

“of course.”

conrad, jeremiah and i ate our slices, then i decided that i wanted to go swimming.

“you know you’re supposed to wait for 30 minutes after you eat to go swimming or else you’ll get cramps,” jeremiah said.

“that’s a myth, i’m going,” i said as i marched up the stairs. 

"fine, but don't come crying to me when your stomach hurts!"

after changing into my bathing suit, i grabbed my towel and went downstairs, heading straight for the pool. i opened the sliding door and stepped outside, closing it behind me. i started my playlist on my phone and set it, along with my towel, on the edge of the pool before jumping in, the cool water causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin.

i had been swimming alone for about 5 minutes when i heard the sliding door open again. i looked over to see conrad stepping outside.

“hey,” i said.

“hey,” he replied. “mind if i join you?” he asked. 

“not at all.”

he pulled his tank top off and i had to pull my eyes away from his body as he entered the pool.

“hey, i was thinking we could go to the gas station tomorrow and stock up on drinks and junk food for our movie marathon,” i said.

“oh yeah?” he asked, his eyebrows raised slightly and a faint smile playing at his lips. “what kind of movies?”

“marvel, duh. we already established this last year after our harry potter binge watch,” i said. 

when you first meet conrad, you might think he’s this hot-shot that’s too cool for anything, but he’s actually 100% a nerd, and that’s just another thing to love about him.

“chronological order?” he asked.

“of course,” i stated. “there’s no other way to do it.”

“won’t it take like 24 straight hours to watch them all?” he asked, laughing.

“i don’t know, let me look,” i said, swimming over to where my phone was. ‘daft pretty boys’ by bad suns began playing as i looked it up. “holy shit, it’s 99 hours,” i said, looking back at him in awe. he began laughing. 

“i was WAY off,” he said. 

“just a bit,” i laughed. “do you still want to?” i asked.

“watch marvel?” he asked. i nodded. “yeah, of course.”

“good.”

we swam for a few minutes of comfortable silence before one of us decided to speak again. 

“hey, c’mere, you got something in your hair,” conrad said, looking at the top of my head. i froze.

“is it a bug?” i asked. he furrowed his eyebrows.

“i don’t know, come here,” he said. 

“oh my god, oh my god, get it out,” i said, freaking out and attempting to make my way over to him.

“well, come here,” he said, laughing. i grabbed his shoulders and he held my arm, reaching up to grab whatever the fuck was in my hair. he pulled it away and held it in front of me, and i could feel the panicked expression leave my face. “it’s a leaf,” he laughed. “you were freaking out for nothing.” i splashed some water at him and his jaw dropped. “oh, really?” i shrieked as he sent a shit ton of water my way, attempting to protect my eyes and splash him at the same time. “holy shit!” he laughed.

i made an attempt to run, which wasn't very smart, considering we are in water, and he caught me. his arms were looped around my waist and he lifted me up, spinning me around and pinning me against the side of the pool. he then began tickling me, causing a wheezy laughter to fall from my lips.

“sto- stop! conrad! i’m gonna kick you,” i laughed, trying to catch his hands. i finally managed to grab his wrists and push them away from me. “you’re a fucking asshole,” i said, out of breath from laughing so much. 

“you're the one that fucking started it,” he laughed. one last giggle escaped my lips before i realized what a compromising position i was in. conrad was dangerously close to me and i was still pinned against the side of the pool. 

i looked up into his eyes and my heart pounded in my chest as he stared down at me. i couldn’t stop myself from glancing at his lips and my grip on his wrists loosened. my mind was screaming at him to back away, but all my heart wanted was for him to be even closer. he raised his right hand, cupping my face and using his thumb to pull my lower lip down. in this moment, all common sense fled my brain and i wrapped my arms around his neck, closing the gap between us as quickly as possible. i pressed my lips against his and he reacted quickly, moving his lips in sync with mine as he grabbed the undersides of my thighs and lifted me up. i parted my lips, allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth and he took that opportunity very quickly. his tongue pushed against mine and i let out a pathetic whimper into his mouth as i felt his hands grab my ass and pull me closer to him, if that was even possible. 

this isn’t right. this shouldn’t be happening. but, the taste of him on my tongue is so good, i never want this to end. our tongues continued dancing around with each other until i finally had the strength to push him away.

“i’m sorry,” i said, keeping my hand steady on his chest.

“what? what’s wrong?” he asked.

“we shouldn’t be doing this,” i said.

“why not?” 

“because we’re just friends,” i said. his jaw slightly dropped.

“you know that’s not true,” he said, his voice low. i nibbled on my bottom lip, knowing i shouldn’t miss the feeling of him kissing me, but missing it anyways.

“i have to go,” i said, almost in a whisper. 

“wait, y/n-” he was trying to reach for me, but i had already hauled myself out of the pool. i grabbed my phone and towel, wrapping it around me before running inside.

i closed the sliding door behind me and bolted up the stairs to my room, closing the door behind me. a few seconds later, i heard quick footsteps approaching, but i didn’t move a muscle. a knock sounded out on the door but i didn’t open it.

“y/n. please, open the door,” i heard him plead. “i just want to talk.” when i didn’t answer, he sighed. “if we’re just friends, how come you’re avoiding this conversation?” he waited a few more seconds before i heard his footsteps leaving.

for the rest of the night, i had to repeat to myself, ‘we’re just friends,’ but a nagging thought kept returning to my head. why am i avoiding the conversation if we are just friends?

i woke up the next morning to someone knocking on my door. i rubbed my eyes and sat up, yawning.

“come in,” i said, my voice sounding raspy. susannah walked into my room with a bright smile on her face.

“good morning,” she sang out.

“good morning,” i replied with a smile on my face.

“so, if you didn’t already have any plans for the day, i was thinking that you, belly, your mom and i could have a girls day out. get some shopping in, get our nails done, all that good stuff.”

i thought about the plans i had made with conrad to get junk food and watch marvel movies… and then i remembered our kiss.

“yes!” i said, a little too eagerly. “yes, that sounds great.”

“alright, well, get dressed and we’ll leave in about… 45 minutes?” she said. i nodded. she smiled and stood up, exiting the room and closing the door on her way out. 

i groaned and let my face fall into my hands. i can’t believe i fucking kissed him. i can’t believe i fucking liked it. this is gonna ruin our friendship. 

with a heavy heart, i dragged myself out of bed and forced my feet to walk over to the closet.

“we’re home!” susannah yelled once we got home from being out the whole day. no replies. she sighed and rolled her eyes. “we brought food,” she called out. footsteps came pounding down the stairs and i laughed when steven and jeremiah appeared.

“food?” steven asked. i rolled my eyes when he took the bag of food from belly and went into the kitchen. everyone followed behind him, eager to stuff their faces.

“jeremiah,” i said.

“hm?”

“where’s conrad?” i asked, unconsciously missing his presence.

“i’m not sure. he just said he was going out,” he replied. i nodded and followed the flock of hungry people to the kitchen.

later that night after everyone was asleep, i found myself in the kitchen. i opened the fridge, in search of a bottle of water, but all i got was the fright of my life when i closed the door and saw conrad standing in the dark.

“holy fuck! what are you doing? you scared the shit out of me!” i said. a slight smile played at his lips but he covered his mouth.

“i’m sorry,” he said, obviously trying not to laugh. i found myself having the same struggle. a laugh escaped and i shook my head.

“you’re a dumbass,” i smiled at him.

“i was just trying to get a water,” he laughed.

“well, me too, but instead i got a heart attack,” i said, lifting myself onto the island. a few seconds of silence passed before he spoke.

“can we talk?” he asked.

“we’re talking right now,” i said, even though i know that’s not what he meant.

“you know what i mean,” he said. i pursed my lips.

“what do you want to say?” i asked.

“well, first off, thanks for ditching me today,” he said, leaning against the counter opposite me. “i went to the gas station and got all of your favorites,” he said, motioning to the bag sitting on the island next to me. i suddenly felt the urge to cry.

“i’m sorry,” i said, looking down at my hands. the fact that he still went and got all of my favorite snacks even though i was avoiding him… god, why does he have to be so perfect?

“look at me,” he said. i obeyed immediately, looking into his green eyes. “why’d you run away last night?” he asked. i hesitated. 

“i didn’t know what i was doing. we’re just friends,” i lied.

“y/n, friends don’t kiss like that,” he said, walking over to me and placing his hands on the counter on either side of me. my heart began pounding again as the scent of his familiar cologne enveloped me. “tell me the truth.”

“i was scared,” i said. his eyebrows furrowed.

“of me? did i do something wrong?” he asked. i shook my head no. “what were you scared of?” he asked, his voice soft. i looked back down at my hands. i’m not gonna be able to say this to his face.

“of admitting that i’m in love with you,” i said, just loud enough for him to hear. his breath audibly hitched. everything was silent and still for the next few seconds. with his left hand, he grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him.

“you’re in love with me?” he asked. i nodded slowly.

“yes,” i said. he pursed his lips.

“why were you scared of telling me?” he asked. i took a deep, shaky breath.

“because i knew that it would become real once i admitted it to you and myself. i don’t want to ruin our friendship,” i said.

before i knew what was happening, we were kissing again. this time, it was slow and loving. lip locking that felt like it was making up for years of secret pining and yearning. once he pulled away, he pursed his lips.

“can i tell you something?” he asked, his left hand now holding the back of my neck and his right resting on the side of my thigh. i nodded.

“you’re not going to ruin our friendship. i’m in love with you.”

i didn’t think one sentence could cause such relief and content until i heard those words leave his mouth.

“you promise?” i asked. he held his right pinkie up. i linked mine with his and he kissed his hand. i mimicked his actions before wrapping my arms around him and laying my head against his chest. he rested his chin on my head and rubbed my back, letting me sink into the warmth and comfort of his body.

“i feel like i’m missing something,” steven said. oh no.

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[brokenjere]

stick season (c.f)

AN: so i was inspired by the song stick season by noah kahan and as much as i'd like to gatekeep the song, please go listen to it. there will be a second half to this, it just got way too long way too fast. hopefully you enjoy it. please let me know if you did and reblog to share it with your friends.

Summary: the Conrad you loved was fun, adventurous, and loyal. he had a fierceness that you could not escape. you were certain he was the one. forever. you didn't expect that Susannah's death would change him in all the worst ways.

Spring, 18 YEARS OLD 

The day Conrad told you Susannah was dying, it was gloomy. The sky was too dark, much like the cloud that lived above your boyfriend's head lately. He was cold and withdrawn, and he had quit football just a few weeks prior. You didn’t know what was going on with him. You sat on the steps of his back porch and begged him to tell you. “Con, please talk to me. Something’s wrong,” you pleaded.

“I’m fine,” he belted. You had been arguing for what seemed like days, weeks maybe, about his attitude shift. It didn’t feel like he was even Conrad anymore. He was someone new living in his body. Someone you didn’t know if you liked very much. 

“You’re lying,” you sneered. “I know you. Better than anyone. Even Jeremiah can see you’re all fucked up lately. Quitting football? Are you crazy?” Football was his thing. You knew, deep down, football was more about Adam than it was about Conrad, but the smile on his face every Friday night made you wonder if he secretly loved it just as much. 

“Oh, screw Jere.” 

“You don’t mean that.” It was starting to rain. You could feel the droplets of rain on your feet as they stuck out over the porch roof. The rain clouds were moving in quickly but you didn’t care. You two used to dance in the rain and now you were on the verge of a screaming match. 

“I do mean that. Screw him and screw our father. They’re both the same,” he grumbled. His hands were itching at his jeans like he was feening for something you couldn’t see. “I’m sick of them both.” 

“What the hell has gotten into you?” You asked again, knowing he would explode. Sometimes, pissing him off just enough was the only way to get him to tell you what he meant. It had taken you nearly ten years to get him to open up to you, three to learn how to pull it out of him, and one to learn that if he didn’t want to talk: he wouldn’t. 

“Mom has cancer again, okay?” He snapped. He used the falling-apart railing to pull himself off the step and when he looked down at you, you barely recognized him. Cancer. Susannah. “I don’t know how long she’s known but she hasn’t told anyone. I found out because I was checking her email for something behind her back and saw something from her doctor.”

“Con,” you trailed off. What more was there to say? You could bounce up and hug him, but he’d hate that. You could say you were sorry, but that word felt like used-up tissue after she was sick for so long all those years ago. You could tell him she would be okay, but that would be a lie. “I can’t believe I didn’t know.”

“How could you?” He asked. You stood up and put your hands on his cold cheeks. You wished now it wasn’t raining. That it was sunny and could warm his face. “Jere doesn’t even know. I think maybe Dad does, but she’s been pushing him away for weeks now. I think they’re going to split up.” 

“Why?” Adam and Susannah were in love, you were sure of it but you didn’t live in that house. Fake smiles could be put on when you arrive and they could disappear when you left. Maybe that’s why Conrad always preferred that you visit him. 

“He cheated on her the first time. When she was in chemo. I didn’t know until recently when they started arguing about it. I guess she just,” he paused and searched your face for something. “She just doesn’t want him there in the end.” 

Your heart cracked open and spilled all over the steps. 

18 was too young to bear this burden alone. How had he done it for so long? You felt miserable that you didn’t know until now but then you thought, how selfish? “You don’t have to do this alone,” is all you said. 

Summer, 18 years old 

Keeping Susannah’s sickness a secret was hard. It was time-consuming, sad, lonely, and just plain hard. You wanted to visit more, drive the extra hours just to see her for one extra day. You made the trip from Vermont to Boston almost every week now. You and Conrad used to split it up, he’d come to visit you one weekend and you’d go visit him the next. It was the same routine since the two of you could drive but now it was different. He needed to be home. 

“Just till after summer,” Conrad said one night. I think she'll tell Jeremiah after summer. 

“You think,” you clarified. “He deserves to know.” Conrad nodded his head in agreement but never told Jeremiah. You dodged all the what’s going on with him questions and pretended like he was fine. Even after he had started smoking pot and drinking too much. There wasn’t much for you to do anymore except be there for him. 

That summer wasn’t the same. It was the last summer. And Conrad ruined it with his big dark cloud but that wasn’t fair of you to think. You stayed up too late in your summer bedroom, kicking off the sheets as it got too hot, and hated yourself for being mad at him. He was grieving. But she wasn’t gone yet. She wasn’t gone and he was acting like she was. 

One night, you snuck out of your house and walked the half block to the Fisher’s, and snuck through the back gate. Conrad was sitting on the edge of the pool, smoking a joint. You kicked off your flip-flops and he turned at the noise. He couldn’t help but smile at you. “What are you doing out here so late?” 

“It’s only 11 pm,” you told him. He laughed as you tested the water with your toes before committing to sitting on the edge of the pool with him. The second you sat down, his hand grabbed yours. 

“Thank you,” he said. 

“For what?” 

“For being here for me. With this stuff with my mom. I know I’m difficult and I know it’s hard for you to keep it to yourself. I know you love her, too,” he said. You squeezed his hand three times to let him know it was okay, but you didn’t say it out loud. “I love you, YN. You know that?” 

“Forever,” you replied. 

That was your thing. I love you. Forever. You promised him forever when you were only sixteen years old. You promised him forever every time you take the 4hour drive to Boston. You promised him forever every time you kissed his lips. 

“Forever,” he repeated. 

The drinking got worse. He was throwing punches at bonfires, slamming Chardonnay at book parties. He was becoming relentless and you couldn’t stop him. “Please don’t drink too much,” you asked him, fluttering your lashes because that usually worked. 

“I don’t drink too much,” he said, after three glasses. It had only been an hour. “I just wanna go.”

You grabbed your purse hastily from the couch you two were sitting at and stood up. Conrad didn’t move, move, instead, he reached for your wrist, grabbed it, and stopped you from moving. “What?” You snapped back at him. His face twisted into an even mixture of sadness and regret. Maybe even slight distaste. 

“Nothing,” he whispered, shaking his head. “Nothing. I want nothing.” He let go of your wrist and his hand dropped into his lap. He tapped the side of the wine glass with his finger and stared off in the distance. Susannah was mingling with people, smiling and laughing as if everything was fine and Jeremiah was picking at the snack table for something other than stale crackers and salami. 

You sighed and sat back down next to Conrad. “I’m sorry,” you told him. “I shouldn’t have just snapped on you.” Conrad shrugged as if he didn’t want to hear what you had to say and finished off his wine. 

“I’m over it,” he said and got up, walking into the party and disappearing into the crowd of book lovers and loyal family members. 

Conrad was right about one thing, and that was that at the end of the summer Susannah would tell the rest of the family. You didn’t want to be there, so you stayed home and cocooned yourself in your old summer duvet and tried not to think about it. 

Conrad called you late that night and you talked on the phone until the sun came up. Hours felt like minutes and all you wanted was to hold him but instead, you listened to his breathing and noticed when he sniffled and prayed that he didn’t have a headache. 

Eventually, Conrad fell asleep. You stayed up, listening to him sleep. Sometimes he muttered half-eaten words and you would smile to yourself. When the corner store opened, you rode your old bike and got a box of the good muffins. The ride there was muscle memory. Your feet peddled and your handlebars turned almost on their own as if the bike had a mind living in the basket and remembered every time you had ridden it down these streets. 

You saw the old tire tracks, like a path laid out for you. One set for you, and one set for Conrad. You rode those bikes endlessly through Cousin’s, taking all the hidden paths you could find. Never stopping. Going until your knees hurt. You’d crash somewhere on the beach, throwing your bikes in the sand and collapsing on top of each other.

“Surprised those old shoes are holding up still,” Conrad teased, kicking your old pair of Nikes with his fresh new ones. 

“Hey, they’re sturdy,” you defended, laughing as you looked down at them. The white soles were discolored a nasty grey color and the laces were turning black but they were still holding up and you would wear them every summer until they fell apart. 

“They’re nasty, that’s what they are,” Conrad laughed, rolling over and sitting up in the sand. He began untying your shoe and you kicked, begging him to stop. “Take them off,” he said. 

“How will I ride home?” You asked, raising your eyebrows but no longer fighting him. When Conrad said something, you did it. He had a way with his words that made them all seem just so matter of fact. He got that from Susannah. It was why you fell in love with him. 

“Barefoot. You’ve done it before.” That was true. The two of you rode your bikes down to a different part of the beach you had never explored before in your swimsuits. You were fourteen and lucky your mom let you go off to a different stretch of the beach other than your own and the Fisher’s and the sand in between, but she always agreed when Conrad was around. 

“That was different.” 

“No it’s not,” he said. He took off both your shoes and then your socks. You took them from him and tied them together, throwing them in the basket of your bike. You dug your heels in the hot sand. “I’m getting rid of these things, let’s go.” 

You stood up and followed Conrad back to the bikes and didn’t question him when he rode off back down the way you came. When you reached the Fisher’s house, Conrad got off his bike, letting it slam on the cement. You set yours down nicely and he was already tying the laces of your shoes together. “What are you doing?” You asked. “You said you were going to get rid of them.” 

“I am. But I also want to keep them forever,” he told you, tossing a smile over his shoulder at you. Once they were tied, he tossed them up into the sky toward the telephone wire that ran through the neighborhood. They came crashing down around you. 

“Well, that was almost murder,” you commented.

“Let me try again,” he said. He threw them up again, and again, and again, until the fifth time, they wrapped themselves around the wire and hung there in the sun. “There. Now they will never leave us.” You loved him at that moment. You were fourteen and you loved him. 

Now, you set the muffins down on the counter of the all too quiet Fisher kitchen. Susannah never locked the back door, so you let yourself in. The sun was bright against her white kitchen counters and you grabbed her pastry display case from next to the fridge and arranged the muffins in the circle perfectly before putting the lid back on and leaving it in the center of the island counter. You filled a vase with a bouquet of daisies next to it. 

You tip-toed up the stairs and down the hall, away from Susannah’s master bedroom and toward Conrad’s room. His door was shut but you opened it anyway. His body was under the covers and all you could see was his messy hair. You didn’t really want to wake him, but he was a light sleeper. You kicked off your shoes quietly and lifted the covers, tucking yourself under them and into his chest. He smiled in his sleep and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. You could pretend, under these covers and engulfed in his scent, that Susannah wasn’t sick. 

You kissed his nose and then his cheek and then his sleepy, chapped lips. “Hi,” he whispered. 

“Hi,” you whispered back. “I brought muffins.” 

“I love you,” he sighed. What he meant was I need you. 

“Forever.” What you meant was until death due us part. 

Spring- 19 years old 

Conrad wore a blue tie, a loose-fitted tuxedo jacket, and Adam’s old shoes to the funeral. You wore a black, lacy dress, with spaghetti straps and your mom's old high heels to the funeral. You both cried. 

During the wake, at the Fisher’s house in Boston, you made pleasantries with people you didn’t know but talked to you like they did. “She was a wonderful woman, wasn’t she?” “She did amazing things for this community, huh?” “How are the boys?” Adam was nowhere to be found. Your mother was hosting more of the same, and Conrad, well, he was hiding in the basement.

The light was off but you could see his figure from the light coming in from the main floor. “Are you going to come up?” You asked him from the doorway. 

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to,” he replied. Curt. Short. 

“Do you want food? My mom made lasagna,” you asked. 

“No.” What he meant was go away.

You left, shutting the door behind you. What you meant was please come back. 

Summer - 19 years old 

The summer house was a mess. It was a collection of Susannah’s life, the better parts of her life, littered between the walls. No one wanted to go. It was going to sit there and collect dust until the grief finally settled to a gentle roar and you and the boys could stomach the smell of sandalwood and dying flowers in the kitchen. 

That’s not how it happened, though. Conrad decided to do a summer program at the local college for pre-med. You were excited that he seemed to know what he wanted for his future so young because you had no freaking idea. It wasn’t that much further than his home in Boston, so you still drove up during the weekends. Your heart used to lurch at the thought of packing your weekend bag and starting your drive to Boston. You used to sit on the porch when Conrad was still an hour out of your hometown in Vermont and wait for him. Now, you had to drag your ass to the gas station to fill up enough to even make it halfway and convince yourself you didn’t want to turn around. 

He didn’t take the summer program as seriously as you had hoped he would. He was drinking all the time. He was doing drugs all the time. Susannah took all the best parts of him. He was no longer the Conrad that you fell in love with but he was the Conrad you committed to and forever meant forever and you would forever hope he came back. 

Conrad called you one night, the jeep roaring in the background. “I need you to meet me in Cousin’s,” he told you. 

“Why?” You asked. He hadn’t asked much of you lately. Since Susannah, he didn’t ask much of anyone. He was a recluse. You don’t even think he talked to Jeremiah much anymore. 

“I just need to be back.” 

The shoes were still strung up in the telephone wires when you got there. Last summer felt like forever ago and the beach didn’t smell the same. It was quiet, not quite yet the summer season, but it still looked the same. The house looked untouched. You wondered if there were some things Susannah left behind. Still in the spot where she accidentally left them. 

As you walked in the front door, you hoped that maybe this was it. Maybe this was the moment Conrad became Conrad again. Maybe he’d start laughing again and playing guitar. When you found him, he was packing a box in the living room. “What are you doing?” You asked. 

He popped up, looking over at you. A grin grew on his face, one that you had committed to memory. He closed the gap between you two, wrapping you up in his arms and twirling you around. When he set you down, he cupped your cheeks and kissed you. “I missed you,” he said. 

“You saw me last week,” you remind him. He saw you, as in, he laid his eyes on you. You slept in his bed. He fed you microwave ramen noodles. He didn’t really see you, though. He didn’t see that you grimaced every time he lit a joint. He didn’t see you stick your nose up when he asked you to come to a party with him. He didn’t see you cry when he went without you. 

“I’m just happy to see you,” he said. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s okay.” You looked behind him at all the boxes. Most of them were empty, but he had a few things packed away. Candlesticks that lined the fireplace, weird decor that Susannah had thrifted years ago, old electronics from under the TV console. “So are you gonna answer my question?” You asked. 

“I don’t know. I just got here and I don’t know. There was too much stuff.” 

“What about school?” You asked quietly. You had thought about his summer school courses your whole drive there. After you left last week, he told you he was going to drop out. You knew he waited until you left because you’d have thrown a fit. And a fit you did throw, but in the end, you gave up. His final tests were coming up and you didn’t know if he was even going to go back. 

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. He went back to the boxes and pointed toward the bookcase. “Do you wanna go through that or do you want me to?” 

“Did I come here to help you pack?” 

Conrad looked at you. He rubbed his hand over his face and then sunk into the couch. “No,” he said. “No.” 

“Then why did you come here?” You sat down next to him. The boy that once opened up to you had been so closed off for the last year, it was hard to see him still in there but if you looked hard enough, you could see him swimming in his pupils. “Why don’t you talk to me anymore?” 

He didn’t look at you. “It’s just hard. I just want to be around her and this is the only place I can do that. All her stuff is gone.” You put your hand on his shoulders and he started to sob. “She’s not there anymore.” 

He cried into his hands and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into your chest. You could feel your shirt soaking already, but you held him as he cried. 

For the next few days, you tried to keep Conrad away from all the boxes. You unpacked the one he had thrown together when you got there while he cleaned up the kitchen and went grocery shopping. You wondered if this was what it was like being domestic. Grocery shopping, housekeeping, late-night swims in the pool. Conrad was the one. You knew that. 

When he came back with his first grocery haul, you were appalled at the collection of junk food and fruit he had in the bags. “Where’s all the food?” You asked him. He pointed toward the bags as if that was a stupid question and you blinked. “To cook.” 

“Cook?” 

“We can’t survive off of,” you started and then dug through the bags pulling out bags of chips and powdered donuts, “Cheetos and Little Debbies.” Conrad laughed and it was beautiful. His smile was beautiful. “We gotta go back.” 

Conrad pushed the bags of groceries out of the way and grabbed your hips, hoisting you up on the counter. “Right now?” He asked. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against your jawline. You had never had the entire summer house to yourselves before. There was always someone lurking around. Even at yours, your family was always home. 

“On the counter?” You asked as his lips trailed kisses down your neck. He moved the strap of your tank top out of the way and kissed the skin under it as if it were a sacred place. He nodded. “You’re insane,” you teased but it was nice. Him being his old self again. Sometimes, there were moments when it felt like Susannah never died and Conrad never changed and you were both sixteen again sneaking around your houses during the weekends. Always being too invested in each other to care about your friends. 

His hands found their way up your shirt and you would have let him keep going. Take you right there in the kitchen. On top of the donuts. But, you weren’t as alone as you thought because someone cleared their throat from the other side of the room and Conrad jumped back, leaving your skin cold. Adam. 

“Dad?” He asked. “What the hell are you doing here?” 

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at school?” 

“It doesn’t matter,” Conrad snapped. “What are you doing here?” 

“I’m selling the house. Pack your things.” Adam looked between you and Conrad and his eyes trailed down your body. You suddenly felt very self-conscious. “Both of you.” 

Conrad and Adam went at it for another 10 minutes about the house. Conrad lost, in the end, but he was given the grace from Adam to stay until the end of summer. Come September, the house would be on the market and Susannah would be gone forever. You thought that was a win, but Conrad had thought the same. 

He sat outside on the porch, when it was too dark to even see the stars, and downed a bottle of red wine. “Why do you drink so much?” It was a question you’d wanted to ask for so long. Long before Susannah died. It was like he needed it to keep himself afloat. 

“I don’t.” His voice was hoarse and raw and you thought maybe he had been crying. “I drink exactly the right amount.” It was his attempt at a lame joke, you knew that much. 

You sat down next to him. The pool moved slowly with the wind and you could hear the ocean in the distance. This was Cousins late at night. This was peace. If you pushed away the rest of it. 

“You know that’s not true,” you said. He was drinking right out of the bottle and he took a swig and set it back down without offering you any. “When will it end?”

“When will what end, YN? The pain? The suffering? The fucking grief I feel?” His words cut through your skin like a million little razor blades. Suddenly, the salt air was suffocating. “I drink so I don’t feel that. I smoke so I don’t think about that. But you’re always here. Nagging me.” 

“You don’t mean that.”

“There you go again, telling me what I mean,” he scoffed. “You don’t shit about it, YN. You didn’t lose your family.” 

“You didn’t lose your family either,” you snapped back. You finally looked at him and he didn’t bother looking back. “You lost your mom, I know. I lost her, too. We all did. But you still have me and you still have Jeremiah,” you reminded him. Jeremiah, who he had not called since he started living in the dorms. Jeremiah, who didn’t know where his brother was or about the summer house being sold. 

Conrad stood up then, throwing the bottle on the patio. The bottle shattered, leaving a huge red mark that was sure to stain. Pieces of glass flew into the pool. He didn’t say anything as he walked back into the house. You slept on the couch that night. 

The next morning, you woke up early and tried to hose off the wine from the patio and sweep up the glass so no one stepped on it. The wine did stain just a little bit, like a bruise on porcelain skin. Susannah would be pissed, you thought. 

“I’m sorry about that,” Conrad’s voice came out from behind you. You were shocked he was up this early, but maybe he never went to bed. You didn’t ask and you didn’t reply. Scooping shards of glass out of the pool was like finding a needle in a haystack. A stupid cliche for a stupid thing to have to do. “YN,” he said again. 

This time you looked at him. He had bags under his eyes bigger than a crescent moon and sleep in his eyes. His hair was a mess. He shoved his hands in his jeans and kicked rocks off the porch. “You’re sorry?” You asked and he nodded. Instead of starting another fight, you said, “okay.” He grabbed the other pool net and started scooping for the glass, too. 

That night, you taught him how to cook chicken, and this time, you drank the wine with him. It was nice, just the two of you. You sipped on the wine and told him when to check the chicken as you stirred the rice and he turned on the music too loud and danced around the dining room table, pulling you around with him. That night, you made love in his old bedroom like you had done many nights before, but this night, he felt like Conrad again. 

“Maybe you should call Jeremiah,” you said to him the next day over the good muffins and coffee you had brewed while he was gone. “Tell him about the house.” 

“Why?” Conrad asked, furrowing his brows. “I’ll get my dad to change his mind. There’s no reason to tell Jere.” 

Conrad had it in his head that he could save the house now. You didn’t know how he’d do that and you didn’t think he had a plan, but in his head, he had all summer. “You should tell him because it’s his house, too. And you have to go back to school in a few weeks. Finish your exams.” You tip-toed around the words, hoping they wouldn’t crack the fragile foundation your relationship was on right now. 

“I told you I’m not going back to school and I’m gonna save the house,” he repeated a little more firmly this time. He stabbed his muffin with a fork. “Eat your food,” he said. You looked down at your untouched muffin and pushed the plate it was on away from you. 

“I’m not hungry.” Conrad chuckled and shook his head. “What?” You asked. 

Conrad pushed out of his chair, the feet scratching the hardwood floor. “Nothing. I

gotta go.” 

“Go where? We’re eating breakfast.” 

“I was eating breakfast. You were nagging me,” he said. There he was again. This Conrad was mean, petulant, and grieving. He was not the Conrad that you fell in love with but he was the Conrad that you had committed to every time you said forever.

“How am I nagging?” You asked. The fight you wanted to avoid was now bubbling up in your throat. “Because I want you to be successful? Want you to go to school and talk to your brother?” 

“I’m fucking grieving, YN. We all deal with it in our own way, can’t you just let me be? First the drinking and now this? Will it ever stop?” 

“Will you?” You stood up now, the feet of your chair making a more horrific noise than his did. Conrad walked around the kitchen island until he was by the sink. With the island between you two, there was a sea of unspoken words. “I think you need to really look yourself in the mirror and decide if this is who you want to be. You’re pushing everyone away. When was the last time you even spoke to Jere?” 

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “He’ll be there when I need him to be.” 

“You think that because he’s your brother he won't give you the finger?” You asked, laughing a little under your breath. “Is that why you’ve been treating me like this? Because you think I won’t leave?” Your heart was racing and you were saying things that needed to be said but things that would probably be better left unsaid. A small roar of a fire that expands with every word. 

“You said forever, remember?” He slammed his hands down on the counter and searched your face. His expression didn’t change even after you felt a tear roll down your cheek. “You said forever so that means forever. Through this hard time and the next, right? That means you’re gonna stay and help me get the house back and everything will be fine. Right?” 

All you could do was shake your head. You didn’t like this Conrad. You didn’t want forever with this Conrad. You wanted the Conrad that would pull you outside in the darkness when it was raining just to dance with you. You wanted the Conrad that would let you win when you raced to the ocean. You wanted the Conrad that tied your laces together to keep your memories safe in the clouds. 

“No,” you said and you grabbed your purse and walked out of the house and did not look back.

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Key - Steven Conklin

Pairing: Steven Conklin x Reader

Characters: Steven Conklin

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 471

Author: Hannah

Spending the summer in Cousins had quickly become one of your favourite things. Your first summer with Steven, Laurel had agreed to take you with them and after that you spend every summer there with them.

The Fishers were such a lovely family; Jeremiah and Conrad felt like brothers, and Susannah had been nothing but welcoming and so kind to you.

You woke up next to Steven and just took a moment to take everything in – the sound of the ocean, the seagulls.

Trying your best not to wake Steven, you got out of bed and wandered down to the dock, wanting to take in the early morning air.

You hadn’t realised you’d fallen asleep on the bench until you felt a blanket being draped over you.

“Steven?” you murmured, feeling him lift your legs to place them on his lap as he sat down.

He smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Hey there sweet girl,” he murmured, looking down at you.

“What time is it?” you quizzed, coming out of the sleep fog.

Steven held his hand out to you and then intertwined your fingers. “I didn’t look,” he shrugged. “I just realised you weren’t with me.”

You smiled. “You missed me?”

He chuckled. “Always sweet girl,” he told you before leaning down to kiss you. “And, I have a surprise.”

Your interest was piqued so you sat up, pulling the blanket with you. Steven pulled out a small, wrapped present and handed it to you, a somewhat nervous smile on his face.

“It isn’t a ring – yet,” he joked, knowing that everyone was expecting that for you two soon.

Laughing, you unwrapped the box and opened it to find a key, definitely not what you were expecting. Steven saw the confused look on your face and pulled out his car keys, showing you a matching key.

“It’s the key to our apartment,” he told you, looking beyond nervous.

The confusion did not go away at his statement. “We have an apartment?”

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Well since we both got into Princeton, I thought I’d find somewhere for us to live, you know, together.”

Your heart melted at his gesture. “Is this your way of asking me to live with you?”

“If I say yes, will you say yes?”

You hummed in response, getting up from the bench with the blanket wrapped around you as you stood at the railings to look out over the sea.

Steven followed you and came to wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. “So? Are we ready to go to IKEA?”

Laughing, you leant back into him. “Yes, we’re going to IKEA.”

You turned around in Steven’s arms, looking up at him with a smile.

“I can’t wait to live with you.”

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could you write a fic about conrad fisher and his anxiety and panic attacks? like he’s visiting (along with everyone else) and his anxiety is really bad and steven tries to help him but he says he’s fine and then jeremiah finally talks to him and says he noticed that something was wrong and he tells him.

smth like that idk lol

the art wall | conrad fisher

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summary: could you write a fic about conrad fisher and his anxiety and panic attacks? like he’s visiting (along with everyone else) and his anxiety is really bad and steven tries to help him but he says he’s fine and then jeremiah finally talks to him and says he noticed that something was wrong and he tells him.

wc: 1.6k

warnings: season 2 spoilers (kinda), panic attacks, mentions of death

a/n: since you didn't specify when you wanted it to take place, i just kinda put it where i thought it might fit lol. i hope this is kinda what you were thinking? idk let me know ig. and feel free to request more, i loved this!

𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 worth bothering someone over.

That's what Conrad tells himself every time he has another panic attack, every time his own lungs close on him just because of emotional turmoil. He hasn't died from one yet, so he'll be fine, right? It's ridiculous to put this on someone else when he's dealing with it just fine on his own.

Besides, he's not sure anyone would really understand. Maybe Laurel, if he could work up the courage to talk to her, but she's away and besides, she probably hates him for breaking Belly's heart. 

He really does have no one.

Steven tries to help, but he's in over his head, and Conrad can tell that it's draining him. He doesn't know how to help Conrad, and it's hurting him to keep failing at this. To keep failing at keeping Conrad's panic at bay. Steven hates feeling like a failure, and Conrad is just an imposition.

He thought maybe, just maybe, coming back to Cousins would help. Like maybe his mom's presence would just be here and she'd be able to calm his heart. But instead, his aunt was there, and now she's trying to take the house from him, because God forbid Conrad Fisher gets to keep one thing that reminds him of his mom. Now, Cousins is just another place the panic has seeped into; another place the anxiety has tainted.

It’s when they all come back from the Boardwalk and the house is empty; sterilized, that it all catches up to him. He feels that familiar sensation of the room getting too small, his chest starting to tighten, his thoracic cavity becoming too small to let his lungs expand. The room is spinning, or maybe just fading; either way, he’s going to pass out if he doesn’t get outside and breathe fresh air.

He grabs Steven’s hand and drags him down to the beach, a common occurrence nowadays. Steven doesn’t even have to ask anymore. He knows what Conrad needs. So the minute they get far enough away from the house, Conrad’s feet hitting the surf as the tide soothes his skin, Steven launches into a story about the two of them. 

“You’ve already told me that one,” Conrad wheezes. 

“Well, I’m running out of memories,” Steven retorts, causing Conrad to wince. 

“Sorry, I—” he has to pause to try and suck a lungful of air into his aching chest— “It just doesn’t help if I’ve heard it before.” Steven sees the lack of oxygen starting to affect Conrad, watches as his best friend leans over with his hands on his knees.

“You probably shouldn’t compress your body even more,” Steven says, but Conrad just waves a hand.

“Can’t—can’t hold myself up anymore.” Steven frowns, growing worried. This panic attack is progressing faster—and more severely—than the others that Steven has helped Conrad through. And if his strategy from before isn’t working—

“Connie, I don’t know what to do. What do you need?” Steven is slightly panicked himself, pressing a hand to his chest to try and calm the racing of his heart. He knows that his panic will only intensify Conrad’s and that’s the last thing they need right now. 

“I—I don’t know,” his best friend gasps, running a hand through his hair as he tries to breathe normally. His breaths are becoming heavier and more frantic, and Steven is feeling his own body start to shake in fear. It’s not getting better. It’s getting worse. He’s not helping—and he doesn’t know how to.

“I, I think you need Jeremiah,” Steven spits out, causing Conrad to inhale sharply and splutter.

“Wh—no! Steven, no!” he gasps weakly. “It’ll just make him angry. That I can’t hold it together.” 

“It won’t make him angry!” Steven scoffs. “He loves you! He’s your brother, he’ll want to help you!” 

“I don’t need help,” Conrad lies through his teeth. “I don’t need Jere.” Steven sighs, pulling out his phone.

“Conrad, I can’t help you. Nothing’s working. But Jere can. I know he can. Please let me call him and ask him to come out here.” Conrad just stands there, half bent over, wheezing, but after a few seconds he agrees begrudgingly.

When Jeremiah runs out to the beach, nerves written on his face, Steven tells him, “Connie’s having a panic attack. He’s been having ‘em, and I’ve been trying to help, but there’s only so much I can do. He needs you.” Jeremiah doesn’t argue, doesn’t cause a fight, which makes Steven think ‘I told you so, Conrad,’ but it’s not the time to rub this in his friend’s face, so he leaves the brothers to themselves. Trudges back to the house, wringing his hands as he hopes Jeremiah will be able to help Conrad.

Back on the beach, Conrad’s sitting down now, his legs so shaky that they can’t support his weight any longer. Jeremiah is immediately at his side, crouching down so they can talk, hands hovering in the air worriedly. 

“Conrad? What can I do to help?” he says, doing a quick scan of his brother’s body to make sure he’s still breathing some. 

“I—I need you to help me calm down,” Conrad gasps. “I’m—I’m panicked about losing everything. Need you to—tell me a story about us. Just us two. When we were little and everything was okay.” Jeremiah nods, scooting closer to Conrad on the sand, watching as his older brother presses a hand to his chest as if trying to shove his heart back inside. 

“Can I rub your back?” Jeremiah asks, grateful when Conrad nods. Jeremiah starts to draw soothing circles along the fabric of Conrad’s shirt, thinking to himself for a moment before launching into a retelling of Conrad’s seventh birthday, when they’d drawn on the walls with Sharpies and ended up having an ‘art wall’ in their house for the rest of childhood.

“Mom wasn’t angry, surprisingly,” he recalls. “Dad definitely was, but he didn’t want to show it. Mom just grabbed a Sharpie herself and sat down next to us, telling us that from now on, this was the only place we could color on the walls. If we drew on the art wall, no one would care. But if we drew anywhere else…” 

“We’d get a time-out and we’d lose the art wall,” Conrad butts in. Jeremiah glances over at his brother, hand pausing its soothing rub, noticing that Conrad is breathing slightly easier. “Thanks,” the boy in question adds. “You’re good at the storytelling thing, Jere.”

Jeremiah waves him off, “Oh, be quiet. You’re way better than me at telling stories.” Then his gaze turns serious, “Feeling a little bit better?” 

“Much better, actually. Like I can actually breathe.” Jeremiah knows his brother is telling the truth when he lets out a breathy chuckle, obviously aching in his chest, but able to breathe again. 

“Um—” Jeremiah doesn’t know how to broach the subject, but he takes a deep breath and goes for it anyway— “Are these, like, a common occurrence?” Conrad glances at his brother and then nods. 

“Had ‘em ever since last summer. When I—when I found out about Mom. They’ve gotten worse since she died.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jere whispers, a pained look on his face. “I could’ve helped.”

“Frankly, I didn’t think you wanted to talk to me,” the older boy admits. “I figured if I told you, you’d think I was just playing a sympathy card.” 

“No, no, I wouldn’t,” Jeremiah insists. “I love you so much, Connie. Even if I’m shit at showing it, I love you. And if you’re struggling, I really hope I’d never write that off. I…I’m here now, okay? Even if it didn’t seem like I would be before.” Conrad glances over at Jeremiah, a small look of embarrassment on his face.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you,” he mumbles, but his younger brother waves off the apology.

“Thank you, but you don’t need to apologize. I get it. You didn’t want to be a burden.” Conrad nods, and Jeremiah clasps his shoulder tighter, forcing him to make eye contact. “But, Connie, you aren’t a burden to me. And gosh—” he runs a hand along his face— “gosh, if I made you feel like a burden, I’m so sorry. You’re not a burden. You never have been. If anything, I’ve been one.” Conrad shakes his head silently, as if to give the reassurance right back to his little brother.

“Thanks, Jere,” he says quietly, leaning into his brother’s reassuring touch. 

“Always, Connie,” Jeremiah insists. “I may not have been here for you during these before, but now I am. I’m here. I’m gonna be here. I’m gonna help you with this.” Conrad doesn’t answer that promise with words, just a small smile, but Jeremiah knows that he understands. That they’ve reached some kind of solid ground, where they both are bearing their insecurities.

“You can always talk to me,” the younger boy reminds his brother. Conrad grins, reaching over to ruffle his brother’s hair. 

“Same goes for you,” he replies. Jeremiah seems to battle internally for a second before reaching over and hugging Conrad, squeezing him tight with such emotion and love that Conrad feels tears prick his eyes. After a few seconds, he hugs his brother back, a peace fluttering and settling over his soul for the first time in a long time. 

He takes another deep breath, ignoring the ache in his chest as Jeremiah resumes rubbing his back. Together, like some kind of cheesy movie, they watch the waves in silence, but it’s not cheesy here. Right now, it’s the start of some kind of beginning. The beginning of two brothers becoming best friends again, maybe. Whatever it is, Conrad likes it. He’s at peace with it. So he sits there with his brother’s arms wrapped around him and watches the waves, feeling happy for the first time in a long time.

the end

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Wanting You || conrad fisher x fem!reader

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summary: you get a call and it happens to be your drunk boyfriend just wanting your love and attention

pairing: conrad fisher x reader

warnings: stressed conrad and mostly just fluff

wc: 800 (i think)

put some drunk conrad in to help with the storyline!! not majority edited just wanted to get this out

It was supposed to be a boy's night. To drink and talk about sports or just hang out in general. But here conrad was, looking at your pictures on his phone showing the guys around him. Even if they were at a party where there were over 100 people, you were still the first thing on his mind.

“she’s just so pretty guys,” he told steven and jeremiah who were sipping on beers

“oh we know, for how much you talk about her.” jere muttered over his drink

“man, as much as i love how you’re in love with my sister, but please spare all details.” steven rolled his eyes

“she’s just so sweet, she’s helped me with so much. like that one time she snuck me into your house because i missed her and my roommate was having sex,” he admitted

“oh god! you snuck into our house. if laurel ever hears this you’re dead meat.” steven leaned forward

“relax steve, i’ll have you know your mom likes me too much.” conrad took a sip of his beer when he should have stopped drinking for a while now “i miss her.”

“he’s so whipped.” jere laughed watching his brother be lovesick for you

“do you think she will answer if i call her?” his eyes lit up

“she’s probably sleeping.” steven looked over his shoulder to the crowd of people spotting taylor dancing with some of the volleyball girls

“just make your move already.” jeremiah pointed out

“you know belly would absolutely murder me if i touched her best friend.” steven sighed and looked away

“hey! look at me man.” conrad put a hand on his shoulder “you haven’t murdered me yet.” he smiled

“that’s because i’m building up to it.” conrad shook his head

“i’m gonna call her, i miss her.”

“dude-“ it was too late he already clicked your contact.

Meanwhile, you were on your bed watching netflix and having a self-care night. With conrad with the guys, you felt like he needed to get out of the apartment they all shared because all they did was play video games and sleep. Your phone rang on the comforter causing you to jump not expecting any calls. You turned the phone seeing conrad’s name on the screen.

“hey.” you paused your show leaning back on the pillows

“hi baby.” he slurred. this wasn’t the first time occurrence he’s called you drunk, you soon found out he was clingy and wanted your attention when drunk

“hey you, how’s the boy's night?” he sighed on the other side of the phone

“it’s good, it’s good. i wanted to call and say i miss you, like a lot.”

“you just saw me yesterday dummy.” you laughed into the phone

“i just really love you.” your heart fluttered as he said the words, you don’t usually say it because it meant a lot to the both of you with what happened to your parents

“can you do me a favor baby?” he hummed on the other side “can i talk to my brother really quick?”

“yeah! here, steven she wants to talk to you.” you heard him hand the phone over

“hey sis.”

“hey can i come get him? i think he’s had enough and i know he’s gonna want me to come get him soon enough.”

“oh yeah please,”

“thank you for taking him out tonight, i know he’s stressed with everything with adam and everything.”

“no yeah i understand, see you soon.” the phone was pulled away from him and back in the hands of your boyfriend

“hey lover.” he chuckled “i’m gonna a come get you okay?”

“yeah, thats sounds good.” you knew after a while he would start overthinking and then the stress would come back

“just stay with the guys and no more drinking, okay?”

“okay, see you soon baby.” you both hung up and you got out of bed

The drive over to the house was over 20 minutes. But you didn’t mind you wanted to see conrad. There has been a lot of stuff going on recently with his dad. you knew their relationship wasn’t the greatest and it really got to him sometimes.

You parked the car in search of your boyfriend. Steven texted you saying they were in the backyard in some chairs, and you saw the back of your boyfriend's head as he talked to the boys in front of him. You wrapped your arms over his shoulder and leaned your head down on his shoulder.

“i have a girlfriend!” his head snapped and he relaxed seeing it was you “oh. sorry.”

“that’s okay, you ready to go?” he nodded “you boys have a ride back?” you looked towards jere and steven

“yeah, taylor said she would take us.” you smiled at steven “when are you gonna ask her out?” conrad moved his arms to rub against yours that were draped over him

“chill, i just don’t wanna upset belly.”

“for fucks sake i’m dating your best friend and you didn’t beat me up.”

“told you.” conrad muttered

“this is different.” he sighed rubbing his face

“it’s not really.” conrad moved to lay his head on your arm giving you the signal it was time to go “just do something at least, con and i are gonna head out.” you pulled your hands away and the man stood from his seat “ready.” he nodded taking your hand in his “be safe tonight, call me if you need anything.”

As you drove home, conrad kept a hand on your thigh but he didn’t say anything and you knew the quietness and depression were slowly coming back from the side effects of his drinking. The whole ride was quiet up until you made it into your room closing the door facing him.

“come here con.” he walked towards you slowly and dipped his head into to crook of your neck and wrapped his arms around you “let’s sleep okay?” he nodded but didn’t let go “con?”

“hm?”

“let’s lay down handsome.” he stepped away from you and you helped him take off his shirt as he slipped out of his jeans left in his boxers and slid into bed “ill be right back, going to get you water.”

“okay.” he softly spoke into the pillow he was laying on

Walking downstairs your mom was also grabbing a midnight snack. She knew he would come over and she also knew he was going through a lot in your 2 years together.

“how is he?” she leaned against the counter as you opened the fridge to grab a water bottle

“it’s a lot, he won’t really talk to me about some of it and i understand.”

“you’re a great girlfriend for him. susannah always loved the thought of you two together.” she grabbed your hand and squeezed it “speaking of conrad.” she nodded behind you, turning around you saw your boyfriend standing at the end of the stairs

“hey, what’s wrong?” you walked towards him

“you left me for a long time.” he rubbed his eyes and you smiled

“come on you big baby, good night mom.”

“night laurel.” conrad muttered

“night kids.” you could hear the humor in her voice

Back up in your room you were both now in bed with the light of the tv shining on the both of you. Conrad’s eyes drifted but he just stared at you.

“can i cuddle you?” he asked softly

“you don’t need to ask.” he moved closer to you hugging you to him, his head on your shoulder and you moved your hand to run though his hair “con?”

“yeah?” you moved to look at him and leaned down to kiss him for the first time that night

“i love you.” he smiled genuinely the first time since you saw him

“i love you.” he closed his eyes and kissed your neck

Soon enough his soft snoring filled the room as you continued to watch your show until you followed him into the dream state.

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Express | J.Fisher

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summary: you and jeremiah are best friends and you two get into a terrible argument on the beach after showing mixed signals of each other's company. you express your feelings for him at the end of it and he realizes with you two obviously ignoring each other that he has those same feelings for you.

warnings: angst, mentions of underage drinking, cursing + TAKES PLACE IN AMAZON PRIME VIDEO SERIES SEASON 2. If you don't want minor spoilers please don't read OR you can watch season 2 first!! this one shot does not completely go with the plot of the show!

thank you and enjoy lovely readers 🤍

"I can't fucking believe you, Y/N." Jeremiah said, half intoxicated due to them leaving a party at Susannah's house. Susannah was gone and all of you had decided to throw a party.

Rewinding to at least an hour before he had said those words to you, what led up to this moment was surprising. As you and Jeremiah were partying, about to kiss a fight broke out between Milo and Steven.

Another event happened where Skye ended up sharing the news about their mom, Julia making a deal with the kids that lived, well used to live at the Cousins beach house.

You and the others were allowed one week each summer, since the family that Julia had sold it to wasn't going to use it too much. Jeremiah, you and Belly hearing the news, all three of you were happy.

Though there was one person that couldn't accept the deal and that was when Jeremiah and Conrad ended up fighting. You were in the middle of it.

"Jere don't say that-" You said, holding his arm as Jeremiah pushed you away, which caused you to be taken aback. As Belly was leaving, Skye went after her. You stayed as you watched Jeremiah throw hurtful words towards Conrad.

"Jere stop-" You said but Jeremiah looked at you, after everything that he said to Conrad.

"So what you're defending him now too?" Jeremiah asked as you looked at Conrad, before looking down and shaking your head.

"I'm, I'm not sure." You whispered.

"Yeah. There it is again. The I'm not sure from Y/N. One happy thing, such a small thing that everyone could be happy about and you go and ruin it Conrad." Jeremiah said as he walked away.

As everyone seemed to go their separate ways, you stayed in front of Conrad as you felt your chest was hurting.

Conrad was silent, his eyes teary due to the words that Jeremiah said towards him. Conrad looked up as you were lost in thought, your mind vacant before you hear Conrad calling out your name. You looked up at him when he asked, "You okay?" his voice was shaky, hoarse and like it was caught in his throat.

"Yeah...yeah it's just," You started before sighing. "Last summer was messy." You stood there as your voice was shaky too, wondering why in this moment you felt like breaking down.

There was one specific person that you loved so much. That person was Jeremiah Fisher. Yet with how things were going last summer due to the whole love triangle, Susannah and other messy stuff, it was like that again.

You were caught in the middle of it and it was not until this summer that your feelings for Jeremiah were growing uncontrollably larger.

"As soon as school got out, hearing about the house being sold I've been trying hard too. To get the house back. To talk some sense into your dad. To talk to your aunt and I never once told anyone how much things have effected me." You said as your eyes teared up remembering the way Jeremiah and Conrad looked at each other with so much remorse.

"I love Jere. So much, Conrad" You whispered. "Last summer I realized I liked Jeremiah even if he's been my best friend my entire life. Seeing Jere and Bells kiss with Steven, I couldn't take that happiness away." You smiled as you wiped your tears, you weren't a drinker so these were your raw emotions, not intensified too much because there was no alcohol intake.

Conrad seemed to go more silent hearing that Jeremiah and Belly kissed, as if not knowing that already. It was a reminder that Belly couldn't choose. You looked at him as if apologizing for bringing it up.

"Conrad," You called out, "I wanna keep fighting for this house but I don't know how much more all of us can take if it's causing this much damage," You said truthfully as your tears were falling harder. Conrad was crying as well, his head held low before pulling you into a hug.

You two were somewhat the same. Bottling things up, though Conrad got the bigger blow. You hugged Conrad tightly as you sniffled, continuing what you were saying.

"I just had to be there for you both," You mumbled. "You are here," Conrad mumbled. "You are, you really are." Conrad said in a shaky tone, not knowing how else to comfort you. Not knowing if what he was doing for you was helping you feel better.

You didn't want Belly to be alone but the one person that needed someone, knowing that Conrad would go after Belly, you knew no one would be there for Jeremiah.

Conrad pulled away as you wiped your tears. Conrad wiped his away as he patted your head. "Go after Belly," You told Conrad. You pointed to his chest.

"I already know you will." You smiled at him as Conrad nodded. Everyone rarely saw you cry. You knew that you had just let it all go to Conrad, but knew that he had something to take care.

Conrad nodded as he slowly walked away from you, leaving you there to wipe your tears away in hopes that they would be gone. You took a deep breath before walking back into the beach house, the strobing lights still seen through the house's windows since the curtains seemed to not be covering any part of the windows.

You looked through the crowd, trying to find Jeremiah amongst the people dancing and drinking. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes always made you cringe, you and Cam always got along pretty well when it came to parties because you two didn't drink.

You didn't drink specifically because your mom died due to a drunk driver. You didn't want to be that way, and there would come a time when you would finally drink.

You saw spray painting on the wall, people breaking windows and tables as you shook your head, moving past people who were shoving you left and right.

Finally though you found Jeremiah standing against a wall with a red cup already in his hands. You were in front of him as he looked down at you with the same angry expression he showed Conrad.

He was ready to leave, pulling his weight off of the wall as he turned away from you. You grabbed his wrist quickly, making him accidentally drop the red cup in his hand, spilling the drink on the ground.

Jeremiah tried his hardest to hold back his anger, you being his best friend he couldn't be mad. Not at you completely. You looked up at him as he turned around, his eyes still averted away from yours.

"Can we talk?" You asked him, loud enough to go past the loud music that was playing.

"I don't see a reason," Jeremiah said as you bit the inside of your lip and held his wrist harder.

"Then you don't need a reason but I have one." You said as Jeremiah finally looking at you. The reason he didn't want to look at you was because he saw you crying on Conrad.

He knew the reason why you were crying and it was because of him. He knew that too well that he was the one that made you cry, yet he couldn't comfort you and say that it was okay.

Jeremiah pulled his wrist away from your strong grip before walking outside with you, to the beach, a different part of it since Belly and Conrad were talking as well.

You followed after him, as you stared at the back of his head before he finally stopped when you both reached your favorite log on the beach. He turned around as he stared at you with a look of anger still.

"If this is about what I said to Conrad, I'm not taking it back." Jeremiah said.

"Jere you didn't have to say all of that-" "He asked for my blessing, Y/N" Jeremiah started getting riled up, already feeling that anger was bottled up inside of him.

"Yes he did, but he needed someone, he needed his brother and this summer you guys have been butting heads indirectly but things were getting better," You said as had your hands out, you trying not to get teary eyed. Yes you were defending Conrad because he was in the right, but you wanted Jeremiah to know that too.

"Since when were we getting better?" Jeremiah asked as he scoffed, laughing a bit because it was unbelievable to him. "He took Belly away from me. I had to watch him and Belly together. I thought of all people you would know how lonely I was because I was there for my mom when no one wasn't." Jeremiah said, his voice partially raising.

You felt your heart ache as your tears were starting to become visible but you wiped your face while Jeremiah was looking away. You didn't know. How else to tell him. How else could you possibly comfort him?

"Jere," You called out, "I'm here," Was all that could slip out.

"Where were you then? When were you here?" Jeremiah asked as his eyes were tearing up, his eyes seeming to get rid of the anger slowly but it was evidently still there.

"You always comforted everyone else before you came and checked up on me. You ran after Belly when her and Conrad fought at my mom's funeral. MY MOM'S funeral. You told me that you would always be there for me first, you liar." Jeremiah pointed to his chest, as he was hitting his chest with his fingers as he was saying that.

You hated it. Seeing him in so much pain but you were in pain as well. "Jere, I tried to take care of everyone and I'm sorry. I swear I came to check up on you first you're twisting the story," You said, trying to stay calm, while Jeremiah was raising his voice at you.

"You know what, whose side are you on?" Jeremiah asked as he put his hands on his hips, turning his body as he was now rejecting looking at you.

"I saw Conrad hugging you," "Jere are you seriously doing this right now-" "Doing what? Watching you be comforted because you're what the girl version of me and Conrad combined? Bottling shit up and then acting like it's okay? Yet you don't even go and run after me?"

"You aren't making any sense Jere why are you blaming me for that thing specifically?" You asked as you put your hand on Jeremiah's but he pushed you away once again, like he did back there during his argument with Conrad.

"Don't fucking touch me." Jeremiah said with a rough voice. "Whose side are you on." Jeremiah asked as you bit your lip.

You clenched your fists, "What do you even mean Jere?!" You finally yelled which took him aback. You looked away as your chest was heaving.

"When was I here? I've been here the entire time! Being in the middle of you and Conrad. The middle of you and Belly. The middle of you three!" You yelled as you stepped towards him, you pointing your finger on his chest as you were pushing him with it.

"I was there even if I was in pain too. With my mother's death at the beginning of last summer, then Susannah was next. You don't see it do you?" You asked as your tears were falling uncontrollably.

"You needed someone and when you say no one was there for you I watched you miserably. I watched you and felt invisible. You focused on Belly so much when you guys had a thing and I had to act like I was okay with that." You laughed but it mixed with crying too.

"I tried so hard to continuously fix things. Every time Belly had a conflict with Conrad or you I would be there for her. Every time you felt so alone I was there. I was there for each and every one of you and yet you're asking me where I was?!" You yelled.

"Y/N-" Jeremiah said as he took your finger off of his chest and held your hand but you pulled your hand off of him. "I get how much Belly effected you. How much you love her," You said as you knew the next words that you were about to say were fucked up. You knew that you shouldn't put yourself before others.

"I love you Jere," You said, in hopes that he would return the feelings. Yet you knew. You knew that you two made a promise to one another that you would never fall for each other.

There was complete silence, the silence killing you but Jeremiah was taking time to process. The processing ended up stopping, but the next words that Jeremiah said towards you were words that you wished he would never say to you, but he did.

"I can't fucking believe you, Y/N" Jeremiah said as he had a face of disgust. An expression he never had towards you but to others. You saw the way he looked at you, the way that you wished he hadn't.

"So that's it," You said as your breath hitched before your next words came. "You and I were about to kiss, obviously getting even closer during this whole week and you say that to me," You said as Jeremiah looked away.

"That was a mistake," Jeremiah said as your lips quivered, tears falling harder. "I didn't mean to do that. I just wanted to kiss someone." Jeremiah lied, but you didn't know that. Jeremiah knew that he didn't want to hurt you if he was still in love with Belly.

"You wanted to kiss someone?" You asked as Jeremiah nodded. "I love Belly." Jeremiah said straightforwardly. "We promised each other that we wouldn't."

"Fuck- promises are meant to be broken!" You yelled. "Can't you make an exception just this once? That you can love me somehow? The way I love you?" You asked, begging for Jeremiah to somehow look at you the way he always has.

The one time that you finally break, after being so worn out with being the therapy friend, the friend that everyone could depend on but at your lowest moments you could only depend on Susannah and Laurel.

Susannah was gone and that impacted you too but you knew that if you compared it to the pain that Jeremiah and Conrad felt, it would be selfish. That the mother figure that replaced your mom when she passed, was now gone and the last mother figure you had was Laurel.

"I can't fucking look at you." Jeremiah said, his breath shaky. "I can't believe you." Jeremiah said as he started walking past you. You didn't watch him leave, as you stood there, still in front of your favorite log that you two would always have heartfelt conversations on.

Before he could walk away completely, you turned to him. "You can't just leave it at that!" You yelled before Jeremiah stopped. You sobbed as you begged for him one more time, wanting his answer to change.

"Yes I can." Jeremiah said as he turned around, his eyebrows knitted. "I can say that I can't." Jeremiah said, his voice shaky because he was afraid. Afraid that he was losing you now too and it was because of the words that were coming out of his mouth.

You walked up to him and tried your hardest but still he pushed you off of him. He would never treat a girl like this, ever. Yet it seemed like you were a different case. He wanted to get away from you.

"Just- Just get away from me alright?!" Jeremiah yelled which made you stop. You froze and as you did, Jeremiah ran his fingers through his hair before his tears fell as his breath was hitching too.

You watched as he sobbed, his emotions seeming to stir in the pot but with each new ingredient in there, it was the wrong ones every time. You reached out to Jeremiah, but your efforts were short as he finally decided to leave.

This time you didn't go after him. As much as you tried to comfort him, he still walked away without turning back even if your cries were heard. You had tried to hug him, knowing that was always the solution but this time, that solution was last place.

You fell to your knees as you sobbed out, wishing that the conversation ended on a high note but it didn't. Your heart ached before you felt everything suddenly get blurry and shaky. Due to the many emotions you were feeling everything had gone black.

NEXT MORNING

The sun was shining over Cousins beach. The next morning came and everyone at the party was gone. The guests were gone at least except the mess that was left behind.

You felt your breath catch in your lungs before waking up when you felt the glare of the sun hitting your body. You woke up, getting up from the sand on the beach.

"Did I really sleep here?" You asked before your eyes softened realizing no one noticed you were gone. You were hoping Jeremiah would at least bring you inside or be concerned for you seeing that you didn't come inside later that night.

You had your hands on the sand before standing up, your legs feeling numb because of the emotions that were still hitting you right as you wake up.

You walked off of the beach and into the beach house, seeing that the door was wide open, before realizing Laurel's car was there in the driveway.

You blinked before you realized. You ran inside but was met with Belly walking out of the house. Belly was holding her cheek. "Bells?" You called out as held her arm, trying to stop her. She hugged you tightly, her tears falling onto your shoulder.

You were shocked seeing the amount of tears coming out of Belly's eyes. You held the back of her head as you hugged her tightly before she pulled away and walked out to the beach.

You watched as she left, your breathing on double time before walking inside knowing that she needed space. You saw Laurel there, with Steven, Conrad and Jeremiah.

Steven told Laurel that Belly and the rest of the kids were at least here for Susannah's boys while Laurel was absent. After hearing Laurel already knew about the house being up for sale. Everyone walked away from Laurel and apparently you now. Jeremiah didn't bat an eye at you, covered in sand.

Laurel looked over to you before you looked away. "I'll start cleaning up," You whispered. "Belly needs her mom right now." You whispered before grabbing a trash bag, feeling somewhat small as you started to clean the place.

It was an hour or two later that Laurel announced that she would fight for the house and talk to Julia about it. Everyone was thankful for Laurel, glad that Belly reached out to her mom.

You kept your distance from everyone as you felt invisible and sad again. You looked at Jeremiah a few times but he never looked at you. He really did mean that he wouldn't look at you at all.

Julia finally arrived and as the kids were cleaning up, Laurel pulled Julia aside talking at Susannah and her's favorite spot.

You continued to clean up as Belly came over to you with Taylor. "You okay?" Belly asked, her hand on your back. You didn't know that Jeremiah and the others were also listening in as well.

"Yeah, just a little tired." You told Belly. "Jere and I had a big argument last night." You smiled sadly. As Belly pulled you aside along with Taylor and Skye who seemed to tag along, Steven looked over at Jeremiah.

"What happened?" Steven asked Jeremiah who was scrubbing the wall, trying to get the spray paint off of it. Jeremiah shook his head. He knew if he thought about it then he would've said the wrong things somehow.

"Nothing," "Well it doesn't seem like nothing Jere. Taylor and I watched the whole thing. I wanted to punch you so badly seeing the way you made her cry." Steven said as Conrad awkwardly listened, still on the silent treatment with Jeremiah.

Steven put down his trash bag as he made Jeremiah stop too. "I get it. We've all been through a lot of shit man but I know damn well that you love Y/N. More than Belly." Steven said as Jeremiah looked away.

"I don't." "You really are an airhead like they all say." Steven chuckled before making Jeremiah face him.

"You may think that taking the easier option is better but the better option will always be there for you and if I'm going to be honest it's Y/N. You said it so yourself. Belly will always have something for Conrad. There's someone though waiting for you." Steven said since Conrad left the room. Jeremiah looked up at Steven as Steven was awkwardly smiling.

"I.." Jeremiah said before his shoulders fell, "I fucked up so badly," Jeremiah said as Steven agreed.

"Well yeah. Can't say that I don't agree with you cause I do." Steven laughed as Jeremiah nodded.

"I..I don't know. I just don't know." "Well you gotta know somehow. All the things you said weren't her true intentions and even you know that when you start to regret what you said. She's always been there for you. Through everything. Of course she would love you dude. It isn't hard to love someone like you. Especially her. She always finds a reason." Steven reassured as Jeremiah's eyes teared up.

"Do you think she'd forgive me? For the things I said? I've never in my life spoke to her like that. I've never said such harsh things to her and yet in that moment it felt that that was the only thing that I could do." Jeremiah explained, his obvious regret showing.

"Give it a day or two. You'll probably realize it more." Steven patted Jeremiah's shoulder. "What you said was fucked. Even I would be hurt if someone said that to me." Steven said, not trying to blame Jeremiah but he knew that the two would push through.

Jeremiah paused for a bit before nodding. He knew that he had to do something somehow. He knew if he wasn't there for you the way you were there for him, then no one would be. Hearing that you slept on the beach, eavesdropping and everything no one came to come get you.

Jeremiah knew that as a best friend he should've been there for you. To carry you inside despite being so mad at you. He knew that he put his emotions first. Who knows what could've happened. He wasn't there for you the way you were there for him.

Those thoughts of what he said to you last night started to course through his mind. He winced at the thought of everything as Steven went to go clean more.

He would give it a day or two, in hopes that he would realize it all.

That he needed you, and loved you the way you did.

Taylor was currently giving you a hug as you tried your best not to cry. You stayed so strong up until now but again, you were a carbon copy of Conrad and Jeremiah combined. Belly and Skye were rubbing your back as you cried.

You hated the words that Jeremiah said towards you. Taylor had heard it all with Steven and explained everything to Belly and Skye for you so that you didn't have to.

You closed your eyes, hoping that all of this was a bad dream. Hoping that what Jeremiah said wasn't meant. Your chest kept on going up and down quickly. You were hiccuping as your walls crashed down.

You hoped that the house would be in the possession of the boys. You knew though that you didn't want to be a part of it anymore. You told yourself as you were being comforted, that this would be your last summer at the Cousin's house.

THE NEXT DAY

As you all were wrapping things up, Conrad and Jeremiah had a heartfelt conversations the night before. It seemed that everything was able to be fixed yesterday except things with you and Jeremiah.

You of course included yourself in helping Conrad study for his test in Brown to get into Stanford. Everyone was all for it, especially Belly. Yesterday evening was the last time you saw Julia and Skye for now.

After being able to convince Jeremiah and Conrad's dad about selling the house they had in Boston, things started to get good from there.

The morning came around and things needed to finish up. With the house not being on the market, everyone needed to go home and would be able to come back whenever they'd like and whenever everyone had free time.

You smiled as you were saying goodbye to Laurel. While the others were saying goodbye to one another, you wanted to talk to Laurel first.

"Thank you so much Laurel for everything that you've done up to this point." You said as you were holding her hands. Laurel smiled as she looked at you. You looked back at her, and the obvious eye bags were under your eyes.

"I heard what happened between you and Jeremiah," Laurel said as she gave you a hug. "Thank you so much for being here for everyone. We'd love to see you here again next summer or this summer if anything." You softened up in Laurel's hold before holding onto her and smiling.

"I'll think about it," You said as Laurel nodded. Laurel slowly pulled away as everyone started getting into their cars. You ended up actually driving here, so you didn't have a problem taking your time getting home. You took a good look at the Cousins house.

You weren't ready to leave yet, as everyone was talking about when they would next be all together. Everyone was saying the fourth. You looked at everyone in the group before smiling and humming.

"Yeah, I'll be available whenever." You chuckled as you started waving goodbye to everyone. "I'm gonna stay here for a bit longer. Conrad tell me how the test goes. Tell us everything," You smiled as Conrad nodded, with a content smile.

"See you whenever, Y/N" You nodded as everyone seemed to be driving out of the driveway. You didn't notice that Jeremiah actually stayed behind, instead of driving off in his brother's car. Conrad ended up leaving without Jeremiah.

You had your back turned, oblivious to Jeremiah staying behind as you walked into the Cousin's house, going to the pool as you dipped your feet in the cold water.

You heard the door open and looked back seeing Jeremiah was there, his hands in his pockets as he looked over at you, sitting on the ledge of the swimming pool.

You slowly looked away, still kicking your feet gently. Jeremiah slowly sat next to you, dipping his feet in the water with yours. It was silent for a good minute as the awkward silence was sitting there with you two as well.

Jeremiah was the first to break the silence, as he looked at you slowly, seeing that you were watching your feet kick in the water that you were now used to since they have been in there for at least a minute.

"Let's talk?" He asked as you tensed up a little before shaking your head. "I don't see a reason to." You snapped back, repeating his words from last night. To your surprise though, Jeremiah said the exact same thing that you had said to him too. You both switched placed though.

"Then you don't need a reason but I have one." Jeremiah whispered which made you stop kicking your feet. You slowly looked over at Jeremiah, your eyes already teary eyed. Jeremiah stared at your hurt filled eyes as he winced seeing how drained you looked.

Jeremiah reached up as he cupped your cheek gently, but you pulled away a bit. Jeremiah still tried though, holding both of your cheeks as he took a good look at you.

"No," Jeremiah whispered. "Don't pull away," You shook your head more as you held onto Jeremiah's wrists, wanting to shove his hands off of you but you knew that if you didn't want to do that truly.

"But you did," You told Jeremiah as you continued to look at his ocean eyes. "You pushed me away," Jeremiah nodded.

"I know I did, and I'm sorry Y/N." Jeremiah said as he wiped away the tears that were streaming down your cheeks as they were coming down.

"You didn't eat today or yesterday. You haven't slept either. I saw you were still awake even when everyone else was sleeping." Jeremiah said as he put his thumb gently under one of your eyes, seeing the obvious eye bags that already grew.

"It's hard to when you're mad at me." You admitted. "I didn't think you would have noticed me at all since you said that you couldn't look at me," You looked away as Jeremiah's eyes softened.

"Everything with Conrad, I resolved all of it. We told each other that we would talk things out as they come and not let them linger." Jeremiah admitted towards you.

"Things with Belly..I already knew that I don't love her that way. That there will always be a better option for me and..Y/N that's you." Jeremiah said, trying to convince you that the words he said to you a night ago was wrong.

You continued to look away as Jeremiah was the one speaking this time. "I do love you too. In the way that a best friend does but the way that a lover does too." Jeremiah said as he slowly let go of your cheeks, grabbing hold of your hands that he noticed were shaking, seeing your body tremble as well.

He could still see the silent cries you were giving and he knew that instead of being jealous of others that he'd rather be there for you than watch you crying in someone else's arms.

You stayed silent as you listened to Jeremiah, still trying to register everything. "I know..it's hard to forget what I said. But I'd rather say this and take back all of the words." Jeremiah held your hands still, trying to stop them from shaking as he kissed your hands gently.

He closed his eyes, "I'm so sorry for the way I talked to you. I'm sorry for making you cry. I'm sorry for blaming you and lying to you that it was a mistake." You started to sob but Jeremiah didn't stop.

"I'm sorry for pushing you away and thinking you're invisible..you aren't. I needed someone and Belly couldn't be there for me because she was always with Conrad the most. I'm sorry for forgetting about you." Jeremiah's voice started to become shaky, starting to get emotional as he continued.

"I'm sorry for never realizing how much I loved you, Y/N." Jeremiah stopped when you took your hands off of Jeremiah's hands. With this, Jeremiah thought that you were going to get up and leave but you had your hands on his chest, pushing him gently.

Jeremiah looked up at you as you looked at him, hiccuping as your voice finally came out. "Stop," You whispered as you punched him gently, "Just kiss me already," You begged as Jeremiah's eyes widened.

Jeremiah put his forehead on yours as he watched you start to calm down, feeling how close he was to you. Jeremiah gently, hesitantly grabbed your cheek.

"I want to kiss you, I really do." Jeremiah said as your noses touched, booping one another's. "Out of all the people, it was always you." Jeremiah said before his lips hit yours.

Your body stopped trembling, as you melted into the kiss that Jeremiah had given you. Your first kiss was with your best friend. This was Jeremiah's millionth kiss probably but to you, this was the kiss you wanted it to be with.

You kissed Jeremiah, wrapping your arms around Jeremiah's neck as you pulled him closer.

He pulled you closer by the waist as he held you tightly, not wanting to let you go. You pulled away for a second before reconnecting your lips together with his.

Jeremiah tucked some strands of your hair behind your ear, feeling his chest was about to explode because of how much his heart was beating double time.

No one else could make both of you feel this way, both of you knew that for sure as you felt sparks. As Jeremiah slowly pulled away, Jeremiah stared into your eyes as he smiled softly, seeing how out of breath you were.

"The tears are gone." Jeremiah pointed out as he hugged you tightly, burying his face in your neck. You pressed your lips against his curly hair, closing your eyes slowly.

Jeremiah looked up at you again, pulling away a bit from the hug. He connected his lips with yours again, kissing you was so easy to him it seemed.

You kissed him back instantly, smiling in the kiss because you felt better. You felt that things really were going to be okay with Jeremiah. Jeremiah pulled away this time, staring at your lips before pecking it gently with a smile.

Jeremiah rubbed your back gently before getting up and helping you up as well. Jeremiah held your hands before sitting down on one of the beach chairs with you. He put you on his lap gently, having you face him.

You had your hands on his shoulders, having some support as you stared into his eyes.

As you two were silently looking at one another, the silence was broken when both of you said at the same time,

"I love you," You and him stared at each other before laughing softly together.

"Let's stay here for a bit, then I'll come over and sleep over." Jeremiah said as you nodded.

"I'd love that, a lot." You said as you pushed all of your weight on Jeremiah's as he laid on the beach chair with you on top of him.

Jeremiah kissed your forehead gently, having his arms up as a arm pillow.

Jeremiah closed his eyes as he smiled softly. "Me too,"

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The Roommate~Conrad Fisher

WARRING~ Cussing, P-In-V Sex, Unprotected Sex, Cheating

I’ve been seeing this very cute guy recently. He had a dorm room here like mine. However, his dorm room was in a different building, so I never went there. He also had a roommate, which is something I don't have.

 

We just had a very nice date, and we were going to go back to his dorm since we were always going to mine.

 

"My roommate might be at home, so just ignore him," I laughed when we approached the door.

 

"Trusky, it's okay." He looked in his pocket for his keys.

 

“Shit.” He started knocking on the door. "Con, I left my keys.” He yelled at the door, and I laughed at him.

 

The door opened to reveal the sexiest man I've ever seen. His eyes, his facial features, his smile, his lips. He laughed at Trusky.

 

"Trusky, if you're going to bring a girl home, you should really remember your keys." I laughed, making him turn to me. "You must be Y/n."

"Yes, I am." I smiled. He welcomed us inside and went back to his bedroom.

 

"My room is here." Trusky pointed at his room. I smiled and followed him.

 

I was supposed to stay the night with Trusky, but I couldn't get his roommate out of my head. So I decided to go home since Trusky had fallen asleep a while ago. I left his room only to be greeted by a tall, dark figure next to the door.

 

"Where are you going?" It was his roommate.

 

"Back to my dorm." I shrugged, and he laughed.

 

"So you're going to walk alone at midnight? Nope, I'm walking you back," he grabbed his keys and went to the door.

 

"Um, I didn’t catch your name." I ran out the door after him.

 

"I didn't throw it," he said, smiling and leaving the building, leaving me running after him again.

 

"Well, if I walk with you back to my dorm, don’t you think I should know your name?” I smiled.

 

"It's Conrad. Conrad Fisher.” He laughed

 

We just talked and got to know each other on our walk back to my dorm. I tried paying attention to what he was saying, but all I could think about was kissing him and feeling his arms wrap around my body.

 

I know I can't because I'm dating his roommate, but Trusky and I aren’t even that serious. There wouldn’t be anything wrong with kissing him. Right?

 

Arriving at my dorm is what pulled me out of my thoughts. "This is me." I smiled at Conrad, but he didn’t stop. He kept walking inside.

 

"You're not in your room yet, are you? So my job isn't over." I smiled, following him.

 

When we arrived at my room, I turned around to face him, only to see his face inches away from mine.

 

"Um, this is me," I stuttered, suddenly feeling his hands on my hips pulling our bodies closer together.

 

"Conrad, we can't." I put my hand on his chest, trying to push him away. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't do that to Trusky.

 

"Oh, but we can, and you know you want to." He leaned in, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear and whispering in it.

 

"You want to, don't you?" I nodded my head a little, looking away from him. He turned my head, so I looked him in the eye.

 

"So, what's stopping us, princess?"

 

The next thing I knew, my lips were slamming against his. I knew it was bad, but I had never felt like this before. Every part of my body was on fire, wanting more.

 

I dug into my purse, looking for my keys. Finding them, I turned around to open the door. Conrad placed his lips on my neck, biting and sucking, making me rush to unlock my door.

 

Once the door opened, Conrad pushed me in, slamming the door closed and shoving me against the door, kissing me.

 

"Jump,” he mumbled against my lips, trailing his hand down my body and taping the back of my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist as our lips moved in sync.

 

He moved us to bed, hovering over me. "Off,” I mumbled, trailing my hands under his shirt. Taking his shirt off, I throw it somewhere in the room, flipping us around and straddling him.

 

"God, you are so hot.” I mumbled, running my hands up and down his chest.

 

"I'm going to have to move. Trusky isn't going to be happy, but this is so worth it.” He laughed, raising my top over my head and leaving me with my bra and shorts on.

 

"There's always room in my bed." I winked. A smirk grew on his face as he flipped us around, reaching around my back to unclip my bra. I arched my back for easy access. He took off my bra and threw it somewhere on the floor as he stared at me in amazement.

 

"You're beautiful.” He mumbled before smashing his lips back onto mine, our teeth and lips clashing as his tongue swiped across my bottom lip, asking for entrance.

 

Denying him access, he harshly grinds down into my core, making me let out a loud moan, which he takes advantage of by shoving his tongue into my mouth, exploring and sucking on my tongue.

 

His hand trails down my body, giving a soft squeeze to my boob before moving down to the edge of my cotton shorts. I sigh in pleasure as he slips his hand into my lacy thong, his fingers playing with the bundle of nerves that make me lift my hips up for more contact.

 

"Please." I beg him, arching my back as his lips kiss down my throat.

 

"Please, what?" he mumbles against my skin, dragging his fingers up and down my slick, teasing me.

 

“Please, please touch me.” I beg, lifting my hips up, trying to gain something, anything.

 

I moan out as two of his thick fingers enter me, slowly but harshly thrusting into my center. "Fuck, you're so wet," he groans. He continues to finger me for a few moments to prepare me.

 

"You ready, baby?" He asks me, and I nod. Conrad kisses my lips again before pulling down my shorts and his own. His thick cock slapped his abdomen when released from the constrained boxers they were in.

 

I looked at it, wondering how it would fit. I wrapped my little hands around it and started pumping it. The top leaking with precum, leaving me drooling and soaked.

 

“Don’t worry, it'll fit." He reassures me. Seeing the look in my eyes. Watching intently as he lines himself up before sinking down into me, bottoming out. Every vein and inch of his dick stretched me out in the best way possible.

 

Throwing my head back at the feel of him inside of me. He thrusts deeply into me as I moan, loudly gripping the sheets and digging my nails into his back, feeling him nearly hitting my gut.

 

"fuck!" I cry out as he buries his face into my neck, fastening his pace. He's pounding harder into me. His hand grabs the back of my right thigh, pushing it to my chest to give himself a better angle to hit my sweet spot.

 

I bite into his shoulder, making him groan lowly as I feel his dick twitch inside of me. My hands are in a frenzy, clawing his back, pulling at his hair, or anything else to get him closer to me.

 

"You like that, baby," he moans as he continues to thrust his dick at my sweet spot, making the knot in my stomach tighten.

 

"Yes, holy fuck, you feel so good!" I nod quickly, nearly on the verge of sobbing, as tears well up in my eyes from how good he feels.

 

I turned my head to the side, moaning into the pillow, trying not to wake everyone in the building. He fastened his pace when he felt my walls tighten. He knew that I was getting close.

 

"Baby, I want to hear you. Let everyone know how good I'm making you feel." He turned my head back towards him as he thrust into my G-spot, making me scream with pleasure.

 

“Found it.” Conrad laughed over me, pounding and slamming harder into me as I dragged my nails down his back. "Are you close?" He asks.

 

"I can feel your walls squeezing my cock."

 

I moan out in response, unable to form words with the state of bliss I am in. I cling to his shoulders as my legs start to shake.

 

"Fuck, I'm going to come soon," Conrad groans, throwing his head back in pleasure. "Where do you want it?"

 

"I'm," I try to say, but my eyes keep rolling backwards. "I'm on the pill."

 

He looks down at me with lust in his eyes and asks, "Are you sure?"

 

"Fuck, Conrad! Yes, yes." I moaned

 

Picking up the pace of his thrusts, he raised one of my legs over his shoulder, making it easier for him to hit my G-spot. His hand reaches down to start rubbing figure eights on my clit to help me get closer.

 

"Come on, baby, cum on this dick, baby, I know you can do it. I'm right behind you.” He groaned.

 

"Fuck, Conrad, I'm coming!" I scream out.

 

"That's it, baby.” He groaned, leaving kisses all over my face as my toes curled and my thighs shook. My back arches to his chest as I feel my orgasm crashing down on me all at once.

 

Shortly after, he also let go of his load, falling down next to me and pulling me towards his chest.

 

We both crawl under my blanket, his arm instinctively wrapping around my waist to pull me closer. "So, what are you going to do about Trusky?" He asked.

 

"Well, I have my eye on someone else." I smiled, looking at him.

 

"Well, would it be okay for this guy to stay with you so that Trusky doesn't kill him?" He mumbles into my hair, kissing my bare shoulder.

 

"Of course he can."

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[nymphie-mama]

dinner date

pairing conrad fisher x fem!reader

summary in which a dinner date goes a little far

warnings public sex unprotected sex teasing

request

Hiii love!!! I hope ur doing welll, can you pleasee write a conrad fisher smuttt with a lot of teasing for the fem! - anon

a/n this is my first piece in a long time and probably one of my worst, apologies.

being in a long distance relationship with Conrad is difficult. He is arguably one of the most sassy, bitchy, horny people on the planet. you didn’t even know someone could be all three at once.

This really played out when you did see him.

Especially in the summer.

The short dresses and bikinis bothered him so much. He’d fuck you right on the beach if it weren’t for the risk of being caught.

So, one night the pair of you go to dinner, hoping to get away from the chaos of the summer house at the moment. You could tell he’d been hot and bothered all day, after seeing you tanning and your body all wet on the beach; just for you to end up in a tiny sundress right in front of him.

Your hair was barely dry but he was still running his hands through it every chance he could, even tugging on it every once in a while.

He was so touchy. So smooth with his words. You saw right through him.

“Con’” you said as he slid over to your side of the booth and ran his hand up your thigh, “what are you doing?”

“I need you,” he whispered, pulling your hand over his jeans to feel his erection. “It’s not fair. That you get to walk around in this tiny dress and not expect me to react."

"Can we go to a bathroom, at least?"

Within moments he was pulling you away from the booth and into the restroom. He didn't hesitate to hike up your dress and set you on the sink.

"You're so pretty, angel."

"Con," you responded, breathless and waiting for him to do something more.

"I know, I know."

Before you could think a full thought, Conrad was pushing himself into you, watching you gasp at his size. You nodded at him, placing your hands on his chest, signaling that he could move. He quickly pulled himself almost all of the way out of you before pushing close to you and finding a rhythm.

He held you up by bringing his arms around you and onto your back, making you feel closer than ever. Despite the fact that every push brought you closer to your high, they also left you wanting more.

"You feel so good around me," Conrad whispered breathlessly. You could feel him twitch inside of you as he brought his thumb down to your clit.

You were inching towards your high, and both of you could feel it.

"Con," you sighed, "I'm going to-"

"I'm right there too, it's okay."

By some divine timing, both of you chased and then came down from your highs within seconds of each other.

You took a second to calm down before receiving a terrified look from someone on the other side of the door.

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[probably-writing-x]

Missing Piece.

Summary: can you do conklin!reader x conrad where since she’s the oldest sibling, laurel had so much expectations for her and she held a lot of responsibility to the point where she couldn’t even enjoy being a kid. this is gonna sound sad but let’s say conrad chose belly over her but he was really just confused about what he wants which was reader but since her and belly are so similar, he chose belly and the reader had a big argument that led to her being the bad guy and all the stress caused her to just leave cousins and cut contact with everyone. Flash forward like 2 years ( reader is in college and everyone else is beginning college soon ) reader comes back to cousins and everyone is shocked to see she has a son 😭 it doesn’t have to be conrad’s i was thinking it could be like an ex boyfriends or one night stand’s BUT yeah she comes back with a whole kid and she’s so grown now. ( you can add a lil stepdad conrad if you want 😮‍💨 )

Warnings: Discussions of toxic family relations, mentions of unplanned pregnancy

Author’s Note: I’m sorry this is so long but I took this idea and RAN with it! Hope y’all enjoy plz plz plz let me know what you think

You always knew how your little sister Belly had felt about Conrad when you were all growing up. For as long as you could remember, she’d been head over heels for him. She laughed a little harder at his jokes, remembered a little more about everything he said. She loved him.

You weren’t exactly sure when your feelings for Conrad had started, however. He’d always just been a friend. The boy you spent every summer with as the two of you were responsible for babysitting the rest. He’d always just been Conrad. But lately that had felt like it was changing.

The worst part about it all? You couldn’t even tell him how you felt. For the fear of breaking your little sisters heart was worse than letting your own break right in front of you.

“Are you even listening to me (y/l/n)?” Conrad stretches out a leg to kick you from where he sat on the other end of the couch and you look up from your book to see him.

“Um,” You clear your throat, “No, I didn’t hear a word you said.”

He rolls his eyes at you, “I asked if you were coming to the party tonight.”

“Oh, yeah, I hadn’t thought about it,” You shrug, “Is everyone going?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I haven’t asked everyone. I’ve asked you.”

You smile in return, “Yeah, sure, I’ll come.”

He stretches forward and grabs the book from your hands, “What are you reading?”

“Con!” You exclaim, reaching over his legs to try to grab the book from his hands, “Give it back.”

He laughs and holds it high over his head, away from your reach as you fall forward, hand catching yourself on his chest.

You look up to his eyes and he’s looking down at you with a smirk on his lips.

“Can you please give me my book back?”

“I could,” He returns, the pages still tight between his grip.

“Okay, will you?”

“What’s in it for me?”

There’s something about the way he says the words. Hoarse in his throat, almost catching on his tongue, foreign tone to hear from his lips. You feel the heat increasing in your cheeks and try to ignore it.

“Nothing, just give it back,” You groan, stretching far up enough that your fingertips brush the pages and he eventually releases the book from his grip.

You compose yourself and return to your side of the couch, trying to ignore the deep heat coursing through your cheeks.

“Hey!” Belly’s voice sounds from the doorway as she comes in, “I’m not interrupting am I?”

“No, no, of course not,” Conrad stands up quickly from the couch, “Are you ready to go?”

Belly nods, “Yeah, sure. Are you coming (y/n)?”

You force a small smile in their direction, “I’ll be there in a bit.”

“(Y/n) I really need your help tonight,” Your Mom, Laurel walks into the room in their absence, “We’ve got so much to set up for tomorrow so I’ll need your help with it all.”

You set your book down and look up at her, “Actually I think there’s a party tonight that everyone’s going to so I sort of had plans.”

She brushes you off, busy looking at something on her phone, “Well just cancel your plans.”

“It’s a party, Mom, everyone’s going,” You roll your eyes, “Can’t I just help tomorrow morning?”

“Can you please not make this more difficult than it needs to be?” She shakes her head at you, “You’re eighteen now, aren’t you too old for those kinds of things?”

“Right, yeah, eighteen is the cut off point for having fun,” You stand up from the couch.

“(Y/n) wait!” She calls after you, “I need you to go to-“

“The store, yeah, I just got the list,” You wave your phone in your hand, “(Y/n) Conklin at your service.”

Your relationship with Laurel has never been ideal. You were the oldest of the three of you and so her expectations for you seemed far beyond what she wanted from the others. She was more patient with them, more understanding. You didn’t get that. They got a childhood and you got the responsibility of looking after them. They went to the fair? You had to make sure they all came back in one piece. They went to a party? You had to be the designated driver and make sure neither of them drank too much. Something important going on? They got to be kids whilst you dealt with it like an adult. You grew up too fast and she was to blame for that - her expectations tainting any form of childhood you could’ve held onto.

You step outside and start walking towards your car, pausing when you hear the sound of laughter from the others. Conrad has Belly in his arms, lifting her up from the ground as the other boys try to grab her legs. He’s holding her tight, a bright smile on his face when he looks at her. They’d had that tradition for years. Since you were first coming to Cousins. But you were never a part of it. Because whilst they grabbed Belly and ran her to the pool, you had to help your Mom carry in the luggage and set up everyone’s rooms. Traditions, right?

“(Y/n)!” Jeremiah yells over to you when he catches sight of you, “Are you coming later? We thought we could go to the store and get some drinks before we go.”

He walks over to you and the other boys follow behind.

“Um,” You drag a hand through your hair, glancing at the house, “I can’t come tonight, I’ve got stuff to help my Mom with here.”

“Oh come on, you’re so boring,” Steven groans, “You never come to parties.”

Right, because I’m too busy picking up the slack for you and Belly.

“Yeah, sorry, Laurel’s orders,” You shrug, “Maybe next time.”

“Can you at least stop at the store and use your fake? Thank youuuuu,” Steven yells back as he heads back towards the pool.

You roll your eyes, forcing a smile to the Fisher brothers, “I’ll see you guys later.”

Conrad frowns a little at you, “You sure you’re not coming?”

You shrug your shoulders, “I’ll be designated driver, you can just call me when you need picking up.”

He smiles faintly and watches as you head towards your car, your shoulders dropping as you let out a sigh. Laurel’s orders.

———

You spend the night helping your Mom and Susannah set up for their charity event before you eventually get a text from Steven asking you to come get them.

You drive across the town to the other end and pull up in front of the house, texting them to say you’re outside.

Only Jeremiah and Steven step out though.

“Thanks for coming,” Jere smiles, sitting in the back seat, “You’re a lifesaver.”

You frown at the two of them, “Where’s the rest?”

Steven laughs, “Don’t get us started.”

“What’s going on?” You ask, glancing back in the mirror to catch Jeremiah’s face, watching as his jaw clenches.

“Conrad and Belly disappeared together,” Steven explains, “They were all over each other, and then the next minute we couldn’t find either of them.”

“So-“ You clear your throat, words seemingly catching on your tongue, “So you don’t know where they are?”

“They’re together, they’re fine,” Steven shrugs, “But god I’m dreading hearing that story tomorrow.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and lock eyes with Jeremiah who just shrugs his shoulders at you. He was your counterpart in this. Him in love with Belly despite his brother. You in love with Conrad despite your sister.

“Can we go?” Steven nudges you, “I’m starving.”

The three of you drive back in relative silence apart from Steven hiccuping every five seconds, until you reach the house and you pull up on the driveway. You make sure to shut the door quietly behind you so that Laurel wouldn’t complain in the morning and the two boys disappear into the kitchen.

“(Y/n) can I eat some of your-“ Steven calls out loudly.

You stick your head around the doorframe of the kitchen and shush him, whispering back, “Eat whatever you want as long as it’s not the food for tomorrow.”

He salutes in your direction and you roll your eyes, walking through into the lounge and collapsing down onto one of the couches. Your Mom would kill you if Belly didn’t come home tonight, and especially if you didn’t have any clue where she was.

So whilst the boys eat and reside to their bedrooms, you wait.

-

It’s around three am when you hear the door open again and two hushed voices coming through into the silent house.

“Is everyone asleep?” You hear Belly whisper and you glance up from the couch.

That’s when you see it. His hand intertwined with hers, his flannel shirt around her shoulders, both of their eyes alight.

“I think so,” Conrad hisses in return as the two of them walk towards the stairs.

She steps up ahead of him but he pauses on the bottom step, glancing into the lounge where his eyes lock with yours. You don’t look away and neither does he, so you watch as he swallows the lump in his throat, his hand dropping from its grip on Belly’s.

You look away then, turning over on the couch so that your back faces them. It’s such a quick response isn’t it? Five seconds and now your throat feels like it can’t breathe air, and your eyes are pricked with tears threatening to spill. You let out a shaky breath and grip firmly onto the cushion beneath your head, your chest feeling tighter and tighter.

———

The following morning you wake up to the sound of voices in the kitchen and you groan at the sudden realisation of how uncomfortable the couch really is.

When you walk through, it’s your brother and sister.

“She’s alive!” Steven laughs, “What happened to you last night?”

You drag a hand over your face, “I-“ Your eyes shift to Belly who’s stood with the faintest smile over her face as she sips her coffee, the look of a girl in love, “I was going to stay awake to make sure Belly got back safe but I must’ve… I don’t know, I must’ve fallen asleep before she got back.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry, we were pretty late,” She clears her throat, “I mean, I was- we weren’t-“

“Come on Bels everyone saw you and Conrad together,” Steven scoffs, “You didn’t exactly make it discrete.”

“Well, I-“ Belly laughs a little, “We just-“

“I don’t think I want to hear this,” Steven groans, “Please spare me the details.”

He takes a cup of coffee from the counter and walks out, his shoulders hanging low.

You take a deep breath and turn back to your sister, pausing for a second. Something about her seems so different - like she’s a whole new person. One piece of her life fallen into place and she was… happy. You swallow the lump in your throat.

“So, you and Conrad,” You mention, your back turned to her as you pull out a pancake mix from the cupboard.

“I don’t even know how it happened,” She shakes her head, “I mean, you all know I’ve had a crush on him since I could remember and then he told me he wanted us to be together and I-“

“He wants you to be together?” You half-choke out the words, your hands feeling weak, your heart numb.

“That’s what he said,” She nods, “We still need to talk about things but yesterday seemed pretty official.”

You blink a couple of times and take a deep breath, pulling your shoulders back a little, “That’s great, Bels, I’m happy for you.”

Before you can say anything more, Conrad walks through into the kitchen, pausing when he sees the two of you.

“Oh, um, morning,” He offers a small smile, letting out a breath.

You nod in greeting, “I’m going to leave you two to it.”

“(Y/n)…” Conrad speaks quietly as you go to leave, his hand reaching out towards you.

You look up at him and there’s a shift in his eyes, a difference in the way he looks at you. Like he knows everything and nothing about what he’s done.

“Never mind,” He shakes his head.

And you’re gone.

———

You don’t see them for the rest of the day. In fact, you don’t see anyone. You go down to the beach at some point in the afternoon and swim in the flat waves and return to the house hours later with damp hair. Your Mom makes a comment about how you need to look presentable for this evening.

You’ve showered and are sat on your bed wrapped in a baggy hoodie and shorts straightening your hair when there’s a knock on your door.

“(Y/n) can I come in?”

It’s Jeremiah.

“Yeah, of course,” You shift on your seat and he steps inside.

“I just wanted to see how you were,” He perches himself on the edge of the bed, looking at you through the mirror.

“I’m okay, this event should be good,” You lie through a smile, fixing the hair around your face.

“(Y/n)…” He frowns at you, “You don’t have to lie.”

“Wh-“

“He broke your heart,” He confirms for you, “And she broke mine.”

You laugh a little, “Well that makes us sound sad, Jere.”

He smiles gently, softly, “It’s okay for you to be upset about it. You don’t have to put on that facade like you normally do.”

“I just-“ You shake your head, “I can’t be upset. I’m happy for Belly, she’s loved him since forever.”

“(Y/n),” Jeremiah waits until you turn around to face him, “You’ve spent your life being happy for Belly, it’s okay for you to let yourself once wish that you were happy for you.”

You look down at the ground and back up, shaking your head a little as tears pool at your eyes, “I just really thought it would be me.”

Instantly, Jere jumps from the bed and hurries over to you, engulfing you in his arms as you bury your head into his chest.

“I did too,” He mumbles as he runs a hand up and down your back.

“God, I’m so stupid,” You laugh, dragging your hands under your eyes, “I need to stop this before tonight.”

He pulls back and holds both of your shoulders, “You’re going to get dressed into your best dress, and you’re going to look beautiful, and we’re going to drink, and drink some more, and we’re both going to forget all about last night. How does that sound?”

You nod your head, “Okay.”

“Okay,” Jeremiah grins, “Now cheer up before you make me cry too.”

You laugh softly, watching him disappear before you let out a shaky breath, turning back to yourself in the mirror and setting your shoulders back to fix your posture.

You could do this.

———

By the time you come downstairs, the house is flooded with people all in attendance for the event. The garden doors are open and people have spilled outside, all mingling between each other as Susannah goes around to greet everyone that she can.

You take a glass of champagne from the tray in the kitchen and tip it back until the liquid empties down your throat, and you grimace a little at the taste.

“Woah, take it easy Conklin,” Steven raises his brows at you as you refill your glass, “You never drink.”

“Yeah, well, it’s a party isn’t it?” You shrug your shoulders, tipping back another glass.

“Who are you and what have you done with my sister?” Steven laughs.

You go to respond but your eyes fall on the pair just across the room. The girl’s fingers fixing the bow tie around the boy’s neck, her hands settling onto his chest soon after, a smile on her face. Belly and Conrad.

“They seem pretty-“

“Yeah, I know,” You respond quickly, “Made for each other.”

“I was going to say full-on,” Steven grimaces, “It’s weird.”

You shrug, “Maybe they’re happy.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and try to ignore the tightening in your chest, sure that you could leave at that sight alone.

How could you do this? How could you be normal with them when it was like this? How could you spend every day with them?

“I can’t be here,” You shake your head, “I need some air.”

You grab a bottle of tequila from the liquor display and take it with you outside, sipping from it before you’ve even got to the garden.

It’s colder as the sun is already setting but another sip of tequila seems to take the edge off just a little, and its already going to your head.

You start making your way around the perimeter of the pool, your steps a little off balance as you teeter across the edge.

“(Y/n)?” Belly’s voice calls from the doorway of the house, “What are you doing out here?”

Your foot spins you to face her and you catch sight of her at the door, a black jacket wrapped around her shoulders. The sight makes your heart sink into your stomach, churning your insides.

“Come on, Mom wants you to mingle wit-“

“I don’t care what Mom wants,” You reply harshly, swigging back the tequila once again.

“Wh- what are you talking about?”

“I’ve done my bit, okay? I’ve done more than my bit. She can leave me alone for one night,” You roll your eyes, “Just one fucking night.”

“What’s going on with you (y/n)? This isn’t like you,” She wraps her arms around herself, the jacket tightening across her shoulders.

“Is that… is that his jacket?”

The rational part of you is unsure as to why you even ask it. But the tequila is almost a third gone now, and you’re not sure the rational is what’s in control anymore.

“We- yeah, he gave it to me to come outside,” Belly confirms, “What’s that got to do with-“

“Did you know I liked him?” You interrupt.

“(Y/n) what-“

“Answer the question,” Your words are harsh, too harsh probably, “When you kissed him last night, when he told you he wanted to be with you, did you know that I liked him?”

“Come on, you know how I’ve felt about Conrad, how I feel about him,” Belly shakes her head, “This isn’t ab-“

“About me? Right, of course it’s not,” You scoff, stepping towards her, “Because god forbid things don’t work out the way Belly wants them to, right? God forbid we’re not all making sure that you’re happy and that things are going your way. God forbid anyone else get a fucking happy ending!”

You know you’re raising your voice, you can tell from the way she flinches as you speak. But that doesn’t seem to matter anymore either.

“You wanted him and so you got him. And me and Jere? We don’t matter, do we? We’re just thrown to the curb so that you can be fucking happy,” You half laugh, “I gave up everything for you, Belly. For you and for Steven, I gave up my whole fucking childhood. I couldn’t be a child because you two needed to be them instead. So I grew up, I stopped going out so I could do chores for Mom, chores that you missed because you were too busy with Taylor or at volleyball or failing your fucking classes. I did it all! I gave up everything. And the one thing it felt like I had was… him.”

You choke out the last word and feel the tears prick at your eyes.

“Conrad was the only one that understood, the only one who knew what it was like to feel responsible for your asses,” You scoff, “And… I gave that up too.”

“You didn’t give him up, (y/n), Conrad chose to be with me!” Belly defends, her voice breaking.

By now, the small crowd in the garden has started to increase to hear what was going on, people slowly starting to trail out of the door until you see the familiar faces.

“Girls, can we try doing this somewhere else?” Susannah steps outside, trying to smile for the guests gathering around.

“(Y/n)!” Laurel hisses, hurrying down to where the two of you stood, “Can you control yourself please? There are guests here!”

You look at her and let out a scoff, “My fault, of course.”

“You should know better,” She mutters to you, faking a polite smile for the people watching.

“Yeah, maybe I should, Mom,” You nod, fighting back your tears, “Excuse me.”

You step away from her and Belly and push your way across the garden, towards the side of the house, past the outdoor shower.

“(Y/n)!” Conrad’s voice approaches from behind you.

You keep walking in your direction, refusing to be interrupted until you feel the grip of his arm around your wrist, turning you around.

“Get off me, Conrad,” You pull away from him but his grip remains.

“Talk to me (Y/n)!” He exclaims, “Talk to me, tell me what’s going on.”

“Tell you what’s going on?” You laugh, “Like you don’t fucking know!”

“l do- What do you want me to say?” He looks frantically between your eyes, dropping his hand from your arm.

“I want you to tell me that it’s Belly you want,” You snap, “I want you to tell me that you feel the same way about her as she feels about you.”

“It’s- I mean… it’s complicated.”

“It fucking shouldn’t be!” You yell back, “You chose her, you should know how you feel about her.”

“Chose her? What… you…”

“Yeah, you fucking chose her!” You push his chest, “I was right fucking here Conrad! I was right here! I’ve always been here,” Your voice cracks and tears spill over your cheeks.

Conrad holds your hands over his chest, like he wants to hold onto a piece of you, “(Y/n) I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t know,” You step back, sniffing, “Of course you didn’t.”

“(Y/n)…” His voice trails off as he sees you, the broken version of you that he seemed to cause.

“It’s always been her, hasn’t it? She was Laurel’s favourite daughter, she was the more popular one at school, she’s Susannah’s favourite, she’s… she’s yours. And I was there to just… drive her home, cook her dinner, let her cry, buy her shit to make her feel better. I was just… there.”

He doesn’t speak, watching the way you seem to shrink into yourself at the words.

“I’m never going to be good enough, am I? For Laurel, for this family… for you?”

“(Y/n) please…”

“I’m sorry, I just… I need to…” You clear your throat, dragging a hand through your hair before you hurry inside.

———

You don’t get much sleep that night, instead running over a thousand options in your head before settling on the only one that makes any sense - that you need to go.

By five, you’ve packed up your things into a bag, checked over everything twice to make sure nothing was left behind, and grabbed your keys to head downstairs. The house is silent, and littered with the fancy aftermath of the party. You glance behind you once more and step outside, fleeing towards your car.

“(Y/n)!” Even the sound of your name rings through a trauma from the night before.

You turn around against the bright morning light to see Conrad jogging towards you.

“What are you doing?” He asks you, a frown on his face.

“I’m…” You clear your throat, “I’m just heading out.”

He looks down at the bag in your hand and his shoulders drop, “You’re leaving.”

You take a deep breath, “I… I have to Con.”

“(Y/n) please,” He reaches forward and takes one of your hands into his, “I need you to know, I- I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never wanted that.”

You pull your hand from his grip and cup the side of his face, your thumb brushing his cheek, “Con, I know you didn’t. But, I can’t stay here like this. I can’t be here. Okay?”

He looks away from you momentarily and back up to your eyes, his seemingly losing their hope.

You brush away the strands of hair around his forehead, “I’ll see you around, Fisher.”

—— 2 Years Later ——

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Carmen asks you, perched on the edge of your bed, “I mean, seriously, how long has it been?”

“Two years,” You confirm, folding up another top to put into your bag, “And I think it’s a terrible idea, but I’ve got to bite the bullet eventually.”

“How do you think they’re going to react?” He persists, “Do you think they’ll be mad?”

“Um,” You take a deep breath, “Maybe. I think it’ll be a shock more than anything. I just, I want them to see me, you know? And, look, Jere never did anything wrong. He’s reached out to be a thousand times and I want to be there for him today - that’s all I care about.”

“And who can be mad at a little face like this?” Carmen looks down at the small bundle wrapped in his crib, peacefully asleep for now.

Your son had been born two months ago. You and Carmen had been dating through your first year of college before you fell pregnant. You’d split up only a few weeks before you found out you were expecting, but the two of you had managed to successfully co-parent so far. He came to all of your appointments, asked far too many questions, slept on the spare room in your dorm when he was worried about you, and had held your hand all through the delivery. Since then, you’d managed to both fit your schedules around taking care of your baby. He worked weekends and you worked evenings, he stayed in your dorm when he knew you needed to sleep and you both avoided a fair bit of socialising so that you could be there for your son. It worked. And, more than anything, you were the happiest you’d been.

“Alright little man, be good for Mommy okay?” Carmen lifts up your son, Kylo, from his bed, “I’ll see you soon.”

He sets the baby into his car seat and fixes the straps around his chest.

“I’ll help you get him in the car,” Carmen encourages, following behind you as the two of you leave the dorm and head down towards the parking lot.

He fixes the car seat into its slot in the car, checking it twice before he steps back.

“Alright, I’ll let you know if it’s a disaster and I’ll be driving back tonight,” You laugh a little, “And if you get an SOS text from me please put your foot down and get there as soon as you can.”

Carmen chuckles, squeezing your arm, “It’s going to be fine, okay? They love you and they miss you.”

You nod, “Let’s hope so.”

“Drive safe,” He steps back, letting you get into the drivers seat.

“Wish me luck,” You smile, waving goodbye as you reverse out of the parking spot.

It had been two years since you’d seen the Fishers, and even your own family. You’d left that day at the beach house and not returned. There were countless calls from your Mom, and Steven, and Susannah and Jere. But nothing from Conrad and Belly. You’d moved your things out of your home shortly after and moved into college as early as you could. It has been good for you.

The first big milestone was when you didn’t go home for thanksgiving. All of the family would be at Cousins and you told your Mom you couldn’t make it. The same again at Christmas. Eventually, a few months after, Laurel had stopped trying. She knew you needed your space, as much as she resented you for it. You’d kept in touch with Steven, and Jeremiah still spoke to you as much as he could. But none of them knew about Kylo. You weren’t ready for that yet. This was your son, you’d done it without them then and you could still do it without them. But he deserved to have them in his life. So, when Jeremiah had invited you to his graduation, you’d agreed.

It couldn’t be as bad as it was two years ago, right?

———

As soon as you arrive in Cousins, you stop at the hotel room that you’d booked for the two of you. Sure, you were okay with being here, but that didn’t mean you wanted to stay at the house.

You shoot Jeremiah a text to tell him you’re near and he tells you he’ll be waiting outside. You text Carmen to tell him you’re already considering turning back.

There was just something so strange about seeing these streets again, these houses, these places that held so many memories. And, as you near the water, the house that held more memories for you than anywhere in the world.

True to his word, as you pull up into the driveway, Jeremiah is waiting on the steps for you.

He hurries straight over to the car before you’ve even stepped out.

“Oh my god it’s so good to see you!” He grins, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“You too Jere, I’ve missed you,” You squeeze him in return, “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Wh-“ His face drops a little when he catches sight of the seats in the back of your car, “Why do you have a-“

“Um, yeah,” You laugh a little, “I might’ve forgot to mention I was bringing a plus one.”

You open the side door to the back seats and unclamp the car seat from the chair, lifting it out.

“Jere, this is Kylo,” You let out a shaky breath, “My son.”

Jeremiah’s face drops, dumbfounded, “Oh m- I mean I- Congratulations! He looks exactly like you.”

You chuckle, “I’m sorry I didn’t mention him, I just didn’t know how to say it over a text.”

Jeremiah shakes his head, “Don’t apologise. Come on, nobody’s home, you can come inside.”

He takes your baby bag from you as you carry Kylo into the empty house, a flood of memories hitting you as you do. Nothing had changed here and yet everything had changed with you.

“Do you feel like you’re ready to see everyone?” Jeremiah asks, sitting down beside you on the couch.

“Not in the slightest,” You shake your head, “But I can’t wait any longer.”

“You’re right,” Jeremiah nods, “From what I’ve heard, they’re all just ready for you to come home.”

You smile, lifting Kylo out of his seat, “I’m ready for him to have a family too.”

Jeremiah wraps an arm around your shoulder and squeezes.

“Oh shit, I think that might be their-“ He stops himself, “Yeah, that’s them. Are you okay?”

You take a deep breath and shift your position on the couch, “I’m okay.”

You were far from it. You were sure your mind was racing a million miles a minute, and every muscle in your body was tense. You were sure Kylo could feel it too, whinging in your arms. Part of you wanted to run, but you’d done enough of that two years ago. Not anymore.

“Hey, Jere, who the hell is parked in the-“ It’s Steven’s voice first, “Oh my fucking god!”

He runs into the lounge and freezes instantly, his eyes widening, his mouth agape.

“Hey Steven,” You smile, standing up from the couch.

“You- uh- you…”

Your Mom, Belly and Susannah walk in shortly after, all of them stopping just as your brother had.

“(Y/n)…” Belly looks at you like you’re a piece she’s been missing, “It’s so good to see you.”

“Is this…” Laurel looks down at the boy in your arms.

“This is Kylo, my son,” You look up at her, “Your grandson.”

Her face both lifts and falls at the same time, unsure of what to say.

“Can I?” Laurel asks you, looking down at him, and back to you.

“Of course,” You hand him over, fixing his head into her arms.

Laurel gasps at the contact, smiling gently down at the boy as her eyes fill with tears.

“I’m-“ You clear your throat, no apologies, “I know it’s been a while. But a lot has changed, and I want you to be a part of his life. I want him to have his family.”

Belly steps forward and stretches her arms out to you, stepping once more to engulf you in her arms, her head burying on your shoulder.

“I’m so glad you’re back,” She whispers, sobbing a little into your neck as she tightens her grip.

You smile and hug her just as tightly back, “Me too. I’ve missed you.”

“Alright alright don’t leave me out,” Steven groans, squashing both of you in a hug of his own, towering taller than both of you now.

Belly pulls back and sniffs and you lift your hands to her cheeks, wiping her eyes.

“We’re okay, okay?” You nod at her, the same phrase you used to tell her when the two of you ever argued as kids.

Belly nods, squeezing your hands, “Okay.”

“Oh honey,” Laurel passes Kylo to Susannah who takes him with a bright smile, before your Mom turns to you, “I don’t even know what to say. I had no idea that you… I mean I didn’t even… I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.”

You shake your head, “It was me too. We both needed the space, right? We all did.”

She shakes her head too, “I’m just so sorry, I should’ve been there.”

You smile, “You’re here now.”

She steps forward and hugs you too, feeling so much smaller against you than she ever did before, perhaps you just feeling taller.

“You’re a Mom,” Her voice breaks against you, “I’m a Grandma.”

You chuckle and step back from her, “So much to catch you up on.”

Susannah hands Kylo over to Belly as he gets passed around to the waiting arms and she wraps you in a hug of your own, whispering something about how this family had missed you and it hadn’t been the same without you there.

But there was still one piece missing.

You sit down on the couch and Laurel and Susannah sit on either side of you. Belly, Jere and Steven all sit on the coffee table across from you as if they can’t possibly be too far away from you.

“I can’t believe you’re back in Cousins,” Belly smiles, “This is surreal.”

You chuckle, “Yeah, it’s weird. I just couldn’t miss watching Jere graduate.”

He grins, “I’m just glad you accepted the offer.”

Belly passes Kylo over to Steven who holds him as if he’s the most fragile object in the world.

You laugh a little at the sight, pulling out your phone and snapping a photo of the pair. You’d send it to Carmen later - a little sign of ‘hey, my family haven’t completely disowned me’.

“Okay, I have to ask the questions,” Laurel squeezes your arm, “How did this happen?”

“Well, Kylo was born about two months ago. I was dating a boy called Carmen in my first year of college, possibly the nicest guy ever but we realised we were better as friends. And a bit later I found out I was pregnant. He was there the whole time, don’t worry, and we’re surprisingly really good at co-parenting,” You explain, “I know it’s not conventional but, god, I think I was made to be a Mom.”

Steven laughs, “Yeah you got that from raising us three idiots,” He glances to Jere and Belly.

You grin. You’d never considered that when you were growing up. That mothering those three, losing so much of your childhood. It was setting you up for this. For mothering your own child, for bringing him up in your own way.

“He’s a pretty chill baby too,” You comment, “Like sleeps through the night, only wakes up once for a bottle. He even sits into some of my classes.”

“You’re still carrying on with college?” Laurel looks at you slightly shocked.

“Of course, I’ll just graduate with a toddler on my hip,” You beam down at your son in Steven’s arms, “I don’t need to lose my life because I’m taking care of him.”

Laurel looks at you with tears in her eyes before dropping her head to rest on your shoulder, like she’s trying to keep as close to you as she can. You don’t tense under her touch.

———

Later in the day, Jere, Belly and Steven have gone to the store for supplies and Susannah is setting up some bits for Jere’s graduation.

“Hey, do you need any help with anything?” You ask Laurel as she walks into the kitchen, “Kylo’s just had his bottle so I’m free if you need me to help.”

He’s strapped in a wrap to your chest napping against you.

“Oh god no you relax, we don’t need you to help,” Laurel encourages, “Sit down or something.”

“Come on Mom, I can help. What do you want me to do?”

She looks at you and sighs, “I think I spent 18 years asking you to do far too much, maybe I need to be making up for that.”

You clear your throat, “I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“I know, I know it’s not,” She shakes her head, “I just… I don’t even feel like you’re my daughter anymore. You’re so grown up, it’s like… you’re too much of an adult to be mine.”

You nod, “Yeah, well, a lot changed.”

“I hate that things got to the point where you felt you had to leave. I mean, I know everything happened with Belly and Conrad but I was just as much to blame, wasn’t I?”

You run your hand over the wrap across your chest where Kylo lay, “I never got a chance to be a kid, Mom. Not properly. It felt like my whole life Id been running one step ahead of them all so that I could catch them before they fell, shaping my whole life around making sure that they were in line and okay and that I was doing enough for you and for them but also making sure my whole life was perfect so that you weren’t disappointed and… it was draining.”

Laurel looks at you with a pained expression, her shoulders dropping with the weight of realisation.

“I went to college to get away from every shitty feeling that all of that gave me. I got away to finally be my own person, for once in my life just think about me,” You smile, “And it was good for me. I healed. I went to a therapist, I cried, I figured out my shit. I’m a different person now but I’ll always be your daughter. And I want Kylo to have his grandma.”

“I want that too,” Laurel beams, “(Y/n) I… I know I never know how to say these things but I’m so proud of you, honestly.”

Before you can respond, the front door clicks open and your head whips around quickly, expectant of who could be walking through.

“He’s at work,” Laurel comforts you, “He’ll be back tonight.”

“I-“

“I’m still your Mom, I know these things.”

You laugh in response as the other three all come into the kitchen, carrying bags of groceries.

“Oooh here Kylo I got you a present,” Steven rummages through the bags to find what he was looking for and eventually pulls out a small brown teddy bear, “Just securing my spot as favourite uncle.”

You grin, taking the bear, “Thank you Uncle Steven.”

“Oooh, we’ve got the beer in the trunk,” Jeremiah reminds him.

“Shit, yeah, we’ll be right back!” Steven says and both of them hurry back out.

“Beer?” You raise your brows at Belly.

She laughs, looking down at the bags, “Yeah, Steven managed to get a fake.”

“Of course he did,” You shake your head, “Want some help unpacking?”

“No, no, I got it,” She encourages, “You’ve got your hands full.”

You wiggle both of your hands in front of her, “The perks of this thing is that both of my hands are free, Bels. Don’t tread on eggshells around me, honestly.”

“Okay, this one is light,” She pushes one bag towards you.

Both of you potter about in silence putting away their food and it’s as if neither of you wants to break the comfortable quiet. This was the most time you’d spent together in two years, and you felt like strangers to each other.

“So, how’s everything going with you?” You ask her, turning back to the kitchen island.

“I’m good,” She nods, “I’m not…” Belly clears her throat, “I’m not seeing anyone.”

You laugh, “Did you not know how to tell me?”

She smiles and hits your arm, “It’s awkward, okay?”

You chuckle at your sister, somehow catching such a glimpse of yourself in her expression.

“We actually… me and Conrad… we ended things not long after you left,” Belly clears her throat, “It was for the best.”

“Bels I didn’t…”

“Don’t worry, it wasn’t because of you. I just think Conrad never really knew what he wanted, and maybe I didn’t either. I thought I was in love with that boy since I could remember, but I don’t think that was love. It was just the idea of him.”

You nod, “Well, younger Belly would probably thank you for figuring that out. But, tell me, is there anyone new on the scene?”

Before she can respond, the boys come tumbling in the front door again and you watch her eyes follow Jeremiah as he moves towards you both. There’s a brightness in them, one you’d only seen in your own when you were with Conrad. That was the feeling she was looking for.

“Jeremiah?!” You mouth to her and Belly widens her eyes at you in warning to not say anything more.

You raise your hands in surrender but give her a somewhat approving look, one that makes her cheeks ignite.

This was a pocket of home that you’d missed. One you didn’t realise you needed. Your siblings, this house, your family. It would always be important to you. And something about it felt even more magical now that you got to experience it with Kylo.

———

You find yourself focused on the sound of the door as if you can wish it to come sooner. Though you’re not sure why. You want to see him but you have no idea what to say to him. You have so much to tell him but you’re not even sure he’ll want to see you. Did he still hate you? Had he ever hated you? Would he hate you for not being here, for leaving?

You busy yourself with fixing the blanket in Kylo’s car seat. Jere and Steven had just gone to collect your stuff from the hotel - you’d agreed to stay at the house now.

And then it goes.

The sound of keys in the door, the door closing behind a familiar pair of feet. Rushed steps up the stairs, a left turn until they’re coming towards you.

And then your bedroom door opens, and a single figure stands in the doorway, slightly breathless.

“I saw your car on the drive.”

You stop in your tracks, the car seat behind your legs.

“I saw your car in the drive and I-“ Conrad begins again, “You’re home.”

You don’t have a chance to respond as he strides over and hugs you as if you’re a lifeline. His head buries into you and his arms around you as if he’s been needing you for years. His eyes are closed against you and you feel him inhale as if your presence had knocked every breath from his lungs.

And for a moment you’re frozen.

Until your arms kick into gear and they throw themselves around him too, holding him just as tight like you’re the only things holding each other up.

You feel him shift against you, that sort of shocked pause.

“(Y/n)…” His voice is quiet as he pulls away from you, “Is this…”

You step to the side to let him go past you as Conrad crouches down to the floor, his whole body cautious.

“This is Kylo.”

“Kylo,” Conrad grins, “You always said that’s the name you wanted for a boy. Do you remember? When we went to the boardwalk and there was that name on the-“

“The leaderboard for the go karts,” You grin, “I can’t believe you remembered that.”

“I can’t believe you did too, you stuck to your word,” He smiles, talking softly as if he doesn’t want to disturb the tiny bundle looking up at him.

Conrad’s fingers are at either side of the car seat and Kylo reaches up to grip onto his thumb. Con laughs like a sort of gasp, as if it is choked in his throat.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” He half-whispers the words and you’re not sure at first if it’s to you or to the boy in front of him.

But you settle on it being both.

Conrad looks back at you and breaks into an even wider grin, standing back up, “Can you just… tell me everything.”

He sits himself down on your bed and you sit down beside him. And this is it. This the final bit of home you were waiting on.

You and Conrad. Him and you. The piece you’d been waiting for.

———

The following morning, you’re up early with Kylo. You carry him downstairs and go about fixing up a bottle for him, the two of you resting on the couch whilst he drinks.

There’s a text from Carmen on your phone.

Hope they don’t hate you too much x

You shoot back a quick response of reassurance and send him a photo of Kylo smiling at you from last night.

Just as Kylo finishes his bottle, there’s a sound from the stairs creaking as someone comes down.

“Morning,” It’s Conrad, dragging a hand over his eyes as he does.

“Hey,” You return softly, “Why are you up so early?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” He grumbles, still in a half asleep state.

He drops down onto the couch next to you and smiles at Kylo, reaching out a finger to tickle his chest.

“Hey, could you do me a favor?” You ask him, “I need to change his diaper but the bag’s upstairs.”

“Yeah sure, what’s it look like?”

“It’s a black one, not the one with the handle but with the straps, and it’s like-“ You pause as you notice him watching you more and more confused, blinking at your explanation, “Okay, I’ll get the bag. Can you just watch him for a second?”

“That’s much easier,” Conrad grins and shifts on the couch so that he can hold the baby in his arms.

You stand up and head towards the door, hurrying upstairs to find the bag.

When you come back down, Conrad has Kylo stretched across his legs, his little feet hitting Conrad’s stomach and his head resting against his knees. He’s smiling down at him and Kylo grins tiredly up, giggling when Conrad tickles under his arms.

“You’re a natural,” You grin, coming down to sit beside him.

He looks up at you and raises his brows, “You think?”

“Well, he seems to like you,” You point out, not wanting to disturb the moment between them.

Conrad wiggles his hands beneath Kylo’s head and lifts him up, looking at you, “Where do you want me to put him?”

You snap back into reality, “Oh, right, yeah I’ve got a mat.”

He lowers the baby down onto it and then looks at you like he’s awaiting further instruction, “Come on, tell me what to do.”

“You want to change his diaper?” You laugh, “I can do it.”

“I’ve never done one before. I want to learn.”

“Alright, here,” You hand him over the wipes and a fresh diaper.

He’s far too slow when he starts and Kylo starts to wriggle on the mat, impatient of course.

“Does this thing not stay still?” Conrad grumbles, tongue between his lips as he concentrates on the task, his face grimacing just a little at the state of the dirty diaper.

“Put that one in here,” You hold out a diaper bag for him to dispose of it, “Alright, now wipe and new diaper. But make sure he’s covered - he’s a boy so that stuff can go everywhere.”

Conrad’s eyes widen as he takes your instruction, fixing the new diaper on - just a little wonky.

“There we go, fresh as a daisy,” He grins proudly at his accomplishment, “I think I could be pretty good at this.”

“Well that’s task two - making him laugh being task one,” You nod, “Not bad, Fisher.”

He lifts him back up onto the couch and lays him down beside you, Conrad sitting on the floor just in front of him like he’s already prepared to catch him.

He lets Kylo grab at the end of his hoodie, laughing at him before he turns to you.

“So, how does it all work? Are you… with someone?”

You shake your head, “We split up before I found out I was pregnant. But we’re really good friends, so it works. He helps out a lot.”

Conrad nods, “Well that sounds healthy.”

“What can I say? I’m mature now,” You joke.

“I think you always were,” He scoffs, “Especially compared to the rest of us.”

Both of you fall silent again and Kylo fills the space by gargling in some form of baby talk.

“What about you?” You clear your throat, drawing your legs to your chest on the couch, “Are you seeing anyone Mr Stanford?”

He scoffs, looking down at his hands, “No, no, I think I needed to stay away from all that for a little while. Clear my head.”

“And did you find anything in that clarity?” You taunt, yearning for the same connection the two of you had so long ago.

He looks at you for a second and pauses, “I guess I finally figured out what I want.”

For a brief moment you’re drawn to him, something in those eyes and that voice. But you tear yourself away.

“Well I’m glad the break was worth it,” You smile, looking away from him, “Sometimes that’s all that you need.”

You look down at your son and feel the same swell of pride you had when they first handed him to you in the delivery room. The same realisation that this was it now - this was everything.

“You know this place changed when you left,” Conrad comments, “And it’s changed again now you’re back.”

“Yeah, well, I always had that effect,” You wiggle your brows jokingly, lifting Kylo up from the couch to rest him on your lap.

Conrad pushes himself up to sit on the couch beside you and both of you fall silent in the seemingly empty house. He watches you with Kylo and is sure for a second that he’s looking at someone else. But it’s you. The one that was always made for this.

“I’m sorry if I-“

“I’m sorry if I-“

You both speak at the same time and look at each other with hints of smiles.

“You first,” Conrad encourages.

You take a deep breath, “I’m sorry if I made you feel like you couldn’t be with Belly. She told me you guys ended things not long after and I just hate thinking that I was… I don’t know, that I ruined things,” You shake your head, “I know it was forever ago.”

“You didnt ruin anything. Me and Belly… we… I think I always knew that she liked me. And I just, I hated the thought of breaking her heart. Like it would be my fault if I didn’t feel the same. And that night, I don’t know what it was, I just convinced myself that I could feel the same as she did,” He takes a deep breath too, like both of you are fighting for air against tightened chests, “But we’re must better as friends, we both know that. And I’d never… I never did… feel that way about her. I was just confused.”

You nod, “Now you go.”

“I’n sorry if I ever made you feel like you weren’t good enough,” Conrad exhales, “Because I know that’s how you felt, and I never ever wanted you to think like that.”

“Con…”

“Im serious (Y/n),” He shifts in his seat so that he’s facing you properly, “I was younger and naive and I knew that I liked you and I just… suppressed it. Because I knew if I started anything with you then I’d want that to be it, and I wasn’t ready for you to break my heart.”

You laugh a little, your eyes pricking just slightly with tears, “You think I’m a heartbreaker, Fisher?”

Conrad smiles, his cheeks flushed a little, his muscles visibly relaxed from what they were. He’d missed this. You, the way you knew him, the way you read him. He’d missed it all.

———

“We’ll watch him, you can go and shower,” Belly assures you, “And I’ll make sure Steven doesn’t do anything stupid.”

You’d spent the day in and around the pool with Belly, Steven and Jeremiah whilst Conrad had gone to work. They’d bought a float for Kylo at the store and were all impatient to use it - taking a thousand photos of him with his hat on laying back in the float.

“Alright, well just shout me if there’s anything,” You encourage, “I’ll just use-“

“(Y/n),” Steven says in a calm tone, “Relax, we’ve got him, I promise.”

You nod and step off of the lounger you’d been on, walking around the side of the house to where the outdoor shower still stood.

This place. It held memories you’d wanted to forget.

Before you step in, your phone starts ringing and you glance down to see Carmen’s contact on your screen, you accept the call and press the speaker button on your phone.

“Hey (y/l/n), how’s it going?” He says as soon as you pick up.

“It’s going well, yeah,” You turn back around to the garden where Belly was holding Kylo in her arms, “They’re all so excited to meet him.”

“Do they know about his super cool, super helpful, super present Dad yet?” Carmen taunts.

“They do,” You chuckle into the microphone, “They’re glad I haven’t been doing it on my own.”

“Yeah, well, they would’ve known that if they tried-“

“Carmen,” You sigh, “Less hating them, yeah? It’s going well.”

“Okay, you’re right, but I’m still not their biggest fans,” He comments, “What about the long lost love of your life?”

“Oh my god will you stop?” You widen your eyes at his words.

“Come on, I know that’s who you were most nervous to see,” He returns, “How’s it been? Do you still… you know, feel that way about him?”

“I-“ You glance down at the exact spot you’d been stood in two years ago, when you’d told Conrad the truth, “It’s Conrad, you know? He makes me laugh and he listens to me and he feels like… it feels like the piece of me that I’ve been missing.”

Carmen laughs, “And I’m guessing you haven’t told him that.”

“I already ruined things with that boy once, I can’t do it again.”

“Ruin things? (Y/l/n) I think you’d be telling him what he’s been waiting to hear for two years.”

Before you can say anything, the sound of a twig snapping behind you makes you jump from your thoughts and you turn around to see Conrad stood just metres from you.

“Um, Carmen, I have to go,” You stumble over your words into the microphone, “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Wear protection!” He yells down the phone before you hang up, your cheeks flushing bright red as you look back at Conrad.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to-“ Conrad mumbles, scratching at the back of his neck, “I just got back from work.”

“Right, yeah, of course, how- how was it?”

“Good,” Conrad nods, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “I didn’t mean to listen in, or anything. I just… I don’t even normally walk this way, I don’t know why I did but I thought I could hear people and so I thought maybe you were outside, not that I was looking for you, but well I was-“

“Con,” You interrupt, “It’s okay.”

He smiles, taking a second to breathe, “That was Carmen?”

You look down at your phone in your hand, “Yeah, just calling to check how I’m getting on. It’s the first time he’s been away from Kylo too.”

Conrad nods in understanding, “Yeah, of course, I bet that’s weird for him.”

“Yeah I don’t think I could ever leave Ky now, it’s a parent thing, I guess,” You scratch at a patch on your arm as the nerves seem to overtake you, “I should probably… you know, I need to shower before tonight and I-“

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll let you get on,” Conrad raises his hands and goes to step past you as you step into the booth of the shower.

You don’t make any move after that, thinking of every single thing you could’ve just said to him. How two years ago every word came to you all at once and, now, you can’t find a single right word to say. You feel your bottom lip tremble just slightly at the thought of everything you could’ve just told him but you shake it off.

“Hey, (Y/n),” Conrad’s voice speaks from the exact spot you’d just left him in, “What did he want you to tell me?”

You feel every bone in your body freeze at those words, practically sending a shiver down your spine. Your hands go numb, your eyes glazing over, your throat seemingly closing off any words.

As you turn around back to the entrance of the shower, there he is. Stood on the path with a look of hope in his eyes that you thought you’d never see again from Conrad.

“What did he want you to say?” He persists, eyes burning into you.

You exhale deeply, the tension in your shoulders dropping as if you’ve lost hope, “That I never should’ve walked away from you that night. And I hate myself every day for not fighting for you more, for not standing there and telling you that I’d wait for you. I’d wait for you in every life if that’s what it took for you to realise that you loved me. And I know I shouldn’t and I know it’s different now because I have a son and that’s complicated and you don’t have to want that or feel like you have to-“

He strides forward then, his hands coming up to cup either side of your face, his lips crashing into yours as if they’re returning home for the first time in forever. It’s messy and rushed and heated but neither of you care, both relaxing into a feeling you never thought you’d feel. Your hands grip at the material of his t-shirt like you’re convincing yourself that he’s real. And he is. It’s all real.

Your lips pull away first, rushing to catch every ounce of breath that had just been knocked from your lungs.

“I’d wait for you, (y/n). In this life, the next and the next after that, I’d wait for you too,” Conrad confirms, his eyes searching in both of yours, “This is it, okay? This is what I want, it’s what I’ve always wanted.”

You let out a laugh, somewhere verging on a sob as every emotion of every missed day seems to come out of you, “We’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”

Conrad smiles, his hand moving to your chin to pull you into his lips once more.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” He mumbles just millimetres from your lips.

“I think I have some idea,” You return with a smile, kissing him quickly.

This was it. In this life, the next one and the one after that - this was where you could be truly happy.

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[ist4rgirlo]

omg omg omg hi ily!!! can you please write something with shy!introverted!reader where she and conrad go to the boardwalk and play sum games. conrad leaves to get like food or something while reader bumps into her bullies from school and they find out that she’s dating conrad. they start making fun of her for it, saying she’s lying, then conrad appears and shuts down those mfs by kissing her and giving her a cute lil plushie that he won for her❤️❤️❤️

──────────── 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 - 𝐜.𝐟

ONESHOT !

summary : conrad takes you to the boardwalk for a date but unfortunately you bump into your bullies.

warning : fluff, mentions of being a loner, bullying (LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING)

"Stay here yeah? I'll just go and get some drinks" Conrad said, smiling at me before kissing my forehead. Conrad took me to the boardwalk today since we have been planning this ever since we started dating. I laughed in response and nodded, watching him walk away. I took a deep breath, admiring the beautiful sunset and feeling grateful for this wonderful day I was able to spend with him.

As I turned around, I saw Ashley and her friends, my bullies. Ashley and her friends started to tease me. I felt my heart racing and my face getting hot. I wanted to run away but my feet were frozen in place. "Oh look who it is" Ashley said, snickering.

One of her friends started to come close to me. "So who are you with huh? I bet you're alone here too just like at school" Ashley's friend said, poking my shoulder. "I am actually, uh, with Conrad" I said quietly, Ashley walked towards me, "Can you speak up? I know that I didn't just hear you say Conrad's name." Ashley rolled her eyes and laughed. "Don't tell me you guys are on a 'date'? That's hilarious!" She said, her friends laughing along with her.

"No one would date a loser like you let alone Conrad! You know that he likes me right? So don't come here and lie to me" My jaw clenched, anger started to build up in me, she went too far now. I was going to let her insult me for being a loner but her saying that Conrad likes her is a different topic.

I felt my face heat up, and I was about to reply when Conrad stepped up beside me. "Here you go, baby. Here's your drink" he said smiling at me, placing a kiss on my cheek, I looked at Ashley, her eyes widened. "O-Oh hi, Conrad!" Ashley said, tucking a hair behind her ear, making me scoff.

Conrad just looked at her before intertwining his hands with mine. "Look what I got for you!" Conrad chimed, handing me a plushie. Ashley and her friend stared at us in surprise, her mouth slightly open. I smiled and thanked Conrad, feeling my face heat up again.

He just winked at me before walking closer to me, pulling me in for a kiss Ashley and her friend stared in shock before they quickly turned around, walking away. I couldn't help but giggle, feeling my cheeks flush. Conrad just grinned before pulling me with him.

"Baby," Conrad said, stopping from walking making me stop too to look at him. His gaze softened, "Please tell me if they ever bother you again at school or even anywhere, you know that I'm here to protect you right?" I nodded, feeling my throat go tight.

I knew he was doing his best to protect me. "I love you so much, I won't ever let anything bad happen to you so please just tell me whenever you are in trouble." He pulled me into a hug and I hugged him back, feeling safe and loved. I nodded against his chest, feeling my eyes well up with tears.

I knew I could always count on Conrad to protect me. I felt so lucky to have him in my life.

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[mayfieldss]

Heyy girlie, can I have a Conrad Fisher x Fem!reader where reader is bellys best friend, come down for the summer and ends up secretly hooking up with conrad here and there. They agreed to no strings attached but maybe Connie couldn't help but fall in love? Xoxo ❤️

Guy falls first trope my beloved

A little more - Conrad Fisher

Warnings; sexual innuendos, language, mentions of underage drinking.

Conrad hadn't intended for this to happen. His relationship with you was supposed to be no strings attached, simply business and pleasure, but somehow in the process of it all, Conrad had gone mad.

He thought of you, outside of the nights you spent together and the sheets you would tangle yourselves in. He imagined himself with you free from the sneaking around and the hook-ups.

You were Belly's best friend, and earlier in the year after getting intoxicated beyond measure you and Conrad had spent the night together. It was meant to be a one-time thing. One night of your skin against his, Conrad's lips on yours. Somehow in the mix of it all, you and Conrad had made a deal. Sex, no strings attached, no feelings involved, and nobody should know. At the time Conrad was okay with that, nights spent with you when he needed some relief, but somewhere along the line, Conrad had begun needing and wanting you as more than just a body to hold in the darkness.

Soon, summer would be over, and everyone would leave cousins behind until the next year, and that meant Conrad had a limited time with you. There was no telling if Belly would bring you back with her next year, either. Maybe bringing her best friend along was a one-time thing. Perhaps Conrad ran the risk of never seeing you again outside of occasions such as Belly's birthday parties. He hated to think about that, but what he found worse was that you probably didn't care about such a thing. As far as Conrad knew you were oblivious to his feelings for you, how they had grown over the nights you spent with him.

"Earth to Conrad!" It's Jeremiah, waving from across the kitchen. "Dude, get your ass moving, Belly and Y/N are back."

The sound of your name gets Conrad up, and he jumps down from the counter where he was sitting. When he makes it to the driveway, you and Belly are struggling with far too many grocery bags.

"You said you were just gonna get a couple of things, not hundreds." Conrad takes the bags from you, trying his best not to smile too broadly. If he does it might just reveal to the others how much time you and Conrad have really spent together. It might also let you see behind the curtain of his feelings, he's not sure he's ready to tell you how he feels yet.

"We got carried away." You look to Belly with a grin, Jeremiah laughing as he takes the rest of the bags

"We can see that."

It almost stops Conrad's heart when you push past him, shoulder brushing against his as you lift bottles of chocolate milk and juice up in your arms. He can't comprehend whether the contact was made on purpose or not, and he follows close behind as you wander into the house.

You head straight to the fridge to put the beverages away, Conrad dumping the bags he holds onto the counter with Jeremiah close behind. Conrad wants so badly to talk to you at that moment, and he hates himself for thinking about some kind of domestic lifestyle with you. It's been one summer after all, and somehow in the short time Conrad was blessed with your presence, such strong feelings have arisen.

He clears his throat before he can stop himself, and you turn, the refrigerator door falling shut as you do. Jeremiah eyes him closely too, and he knows then that he can't do this. Not now, not here. It's not fair of him to put you on the spot in front of Jeremiah and Belly. If he's going to confess how he feels, which Conrad is still not sure he can do, he's going to do it privately where he can gauge your genuine reaction. No outside components involved. So, Conrad walks away, acting as though he had never intended to say anything at all.

-

Conrad had spent more than enough time thinking about how he would broach the subject of his feelings to you, and in the end, he felt there was no possible way he could plan for it. You sat beside the pool with Belly, laughing with your feet in the water, and as much as Conrad knew you would hate him for it, he called out your name. When you looked up, the shock of it was all over your face.

"Can I talk to you for a sec?" Conrad speaks again, taking note of the way Belly glances between the two of you as if you are a foreign species about to do a peculiar dance.

You stand, slowly, and make your way to him, Conrad moving inside and away from the curious ears of Belly Conklin.

"I want to talk about us." He's careful with his words, and they feel foreign on his tongue. Us, as in you and Conrad together. It feels odd to say.

"What about us?" You look around as you say it, arms folding over your chest in discomfort. He hates to make you feel that way, but he can't keep hiding how he feels, not when summers almost gone.

"I want us to be something." It's a weird way to put it, but it's all Conrad can think of to say. "Something more than whatever the fuck we've been doing." He finds himself reaching for you, pulling your arms away from your chest so he can take your hands in his own. "I know we said no strings attached, but I fucking like you—a lot."

You can't seem to meet his eyes, dodging his gaze expertly as he gives your hands a gentle squeeze. He wanted your honest reaction, and he guesses this is it, though it's not the one he wanted. "Y/N, please look at me." He stares you down, and when you finally lock your eyes with his, he doesn't know what to think. You seem scared, and Conrad worries he might be the source of your fears.

"Belly is my best friend Conrad, this can't happen, even if I wanted it to."

"So you admit, you want more than what we have?" It sounds harsh when the words leave him, and Conrad doesn't intend it to be that way. He's just desperate, for you.

"Conrad," His name from your lips would be soothing, if not for the situation. He still holds your hands in his own, and he intertwines your fingers with his, hoping that it might mean something to you, and get you to change your mind. All you do is shake your head and he curses his bad luck that the one person he needs, he can't have.

"Y/N, please. Just give me one shot, give us one shot." He's pulled you just that little bit closer, a risky move considering anyone could walk in and catch you any second. He does it anyway, and you don't stop him. That's enough for him to lean in further, and then he waits. He's so close to you that the tip of his nose brushes against yours and the anticipation of his lips so close drives him crazy. When you close the gap he knows you feel the same. Even if he can't be with you, even if Belly and the others hold you back, he knows you have something.

"Don't make me wait till next summer." He whispers the words with his forehead pressed to yours when your lips break apart, looking down at his hands holding yours. He's in love, but he doesn't know when it happened, or how.

"There's no guarantee Belly will want me to come with her next year Con." It's a harsh truth that has to be spoken. There's no way Belly would let you come with her again next year if she knew what you and Conrad had been doing all summer. Maybe he could invite you back himself, but that wouldn't be fair on you or Belly. The only person that would be happy with the arrangement would be Conrad, and was he really that selfish?

"You have to leave in a week." The words are so quiet because even Conrad himself doesn't want to hear them. He says them anyway, hands moving up to hold your wrists. His grasp is gentle, but he can feel your pulse through his fingers and it reminds him just how real you are. He'd done that a lot over the last couple of weeks, and every time it hit him like a shockwave, a reminder that everything you had was reality and not just some distant dream.

"Do you want us to be more? Don't think about anyone else, just give me a yes or no." His eyes are pleading, and he knows it's unfair on you but he needs the answer. He needs to know.

"I really like you, Conrad," You bring a hand up to touch the side of his face, so gently that the touch is hardly registered against his skin. "But you know we can't."

"That's not an answer." He's determined and with each second that passes, that desperate feeling grows inside him, a weed that he can't remove from the garden.

You let out a sigh, shifting your gaze to the floor beside you, "We agreed on this being a no-strings-attached type of deal, and I hate that I'm attached to you now, but that's the rule, Conrad. That's the promise we made."

"I don't care about that promise." He's dead serious and when you turn to look at him again, he knows you are too. You shake your head, moving away from him.

"We can't."

-

A few days pass and Conrad knows your avoiding him. The days go by slowly, you don't answer his texts, and he hardly sees you around the beach house. You're around of course, and you act as though everything is fine so as to not draw attention to your sudden distaste for Conrad's presence, but you work hard to keep appearances where he may be to a minimum. Conrad called you a few times late at night too, hoping if anything to go back to the way things were before he confessed just so he could spend some time with you. You didn't pick up.

"Hey, where's Y/N?" it's the day before you leave Cousins, and Conrad can't help but ask Belly where you may be. He needs to talk to you, make sure everything is okay before you leave him and the beach house behind.

Belly's expression is one of confusion when she looks to him, a frown gracing her forehead as she shovels cereal through her lips. "What is it with you and her, something's going on."

Conrad can only shrug, wondering what you would do if he blew your cover. If he did maybe it would be easier to have a conversation with you, even if you were yelling at him, at least he would have you talking. But he doesn't want to hurt you and outing your little arrangement over the last month might just do that.

"I just want to know where she is Belly."

It's as if you know what he's doing because in the next moment his phone dings, and as he stares down at the screen it's your name that reflects against his eyes. He dashes out the door as soon as he sees it, ignoring Belly's concerned calls after him as he races to the sand dunes. When he gets there, you're waiting for him, knees hugged to your chest.

"You got my text." You look up when he's right beside you, and he lets out an exasperated laugh.

"It doesn't seem like you got many of mine." It's a dig at the way you'd been avoiding him and Conrad knows it's risky to say, but he does so anyway. He is a little annoyed with you after all.

"I'm sorry, I needed time to think." You shuffle over in the sand, an invitation for him to sit with you. He takes it gratefully, settling down at your side.

"You're leaving soon." His voice is quiet, and he waits. You say nothing, instead opting to rest your head on his shoulder, the silence enveloping you both. It's enough though, a gesture that tells Conrad just how much you'll miss him when summer is over. He rests his head over yours, and you wait together for your summer to reach its end.

-

On the final day, Conrad is at his limit. Watching you pack your things is almost too much for him, even though he knew it was coming. You'd said goodbye to him privately earlier in the day, a kiss or two exchanged, but Conrad hated it. It felt too final like he would never be seeing you again, and he refused to see that as a fact.

Now, you stand by the car, hugging Susannah goodbye. His mother strokes your hair lovingly, muttering something to you that he can't hear, and he can't believe summer is over. His summer with you, perhaps the only one he will get, is over. You're heading toward the car when he makes his decision, and the way his legs carry him over to you is almost abnormal. It's almost as though he has no control over his own body, his mind consumed with the thought of you, making his limps force their way to your figure.

"Y/N, wait." Your name falls from his lips smooth, his tongue so used to saying the word. You turn fast as if you'd been waiting for him. He hopes you were.

Conrad is selfish. He wants to be selfish and he's made his decision about that. He's willing to live with it, because, in the next moment, he's kissing you, bringing you into him in front of his family and friends, and making a statement that is full of risk and passion. But the best part is, he doesn't care how they'll react. Kissing you makes him feel alive as if he's a decent human being worthy of something, and if this is the last time he gets to feel that way, so be it. So he kisses you, and you kiss him back, that being a type of relief no drug can provide. He doesn't know what will happen when he pulls away, when your lips part from his, but for now, he doesn't want to find out. He's willing to stay in this moment as long as he can and deal with the rest of it later because what he has with you is complicated, but it sure is worth it.

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[brokenjere]

seventeen going under (j.f)

seventeen going under: a jeremiah fisher story

AN: hey all, this is my first time writing for jeremiah and i hope you like it - please let me know what you think. like, reblog, comment, send me an ask (the inbox is open:) )

Synopsis: YN and Jeremiah Fisher were soulmates. From diapers to deb balls, they were meant to be and that was one of the only things YN was sure about. Growing up in Boston, there were rules, rules that YN had broken. Rules she hoped would not follow her to the sand beaches of Cousins but nothing stays buried forever.

catch up here

I was laying on Belly’s bed, the sheets tucked under my arms, staring at the ceiling. I was pretty sure she was asleep because her breathing was shallow and steady and her right hand was twitching next to mine. I don’t know why I even agreed to stay the night. Belly just looked so overjoyed when my mom brought up the idea at dinner last night, I don’t know how I could have said no. And then there was him. 

I knocked on the wall behind me twice. The knocks were soft, maybe most people would not even have recognized them as intentional but when I heard three knocks back, I swung my legs off the bed and carefully stood up so I wouldn’t wake Belly. 

In the hallway, I was able to breathe because there he was. Jeremiah. I sighed and whispered, “hey.” 

“Hi,” he whispered back. “Can’t sleep?” I shook my head and leaned against Belly's bedroom door. My hands were on the knob, ready for a fast escape if I were ever to need one. Not Jeremiah though, he stood in his open doorway with nothing but a pair of sweat shorts on and messy hair. 

Summer Jeremiah always made my heart grow ten sizes. Like the Grinch when he finally got a Christmas. Winter Jeremiah didn’t have any freckles on his face and his hair was darker and always pressed down with a beanie. Summer Jeremiah, well he had sun-bleached hair and waves from sea salt in his hair and his eyes always seemed to match the blue of the ocean when we were in Cousins. 

He nodded his head toward the hallway behind him and I nodded back in agreeance, following him quickly down the stairs. I was light on my feet, careful to not make a sound. I could see my mom on the big lazy boy chair, reclined back with a glass of red wine in between her fingers. Susannah and Laurel were sitting on the couch, Susannah’s head on Laurel’s shoulder and they were all laughing at whatever was going on during the movie they were watching. It was an old black and white film. Something they probably have watched a million times. The music was just loud enough they couldn’t hear the back door sliding open. 

I followed Jeremiah outside, through the big sliding door in the dining room. There was something about the pool at night. The way the moonlight made the water glow or how I could only see Jeremiah smile when the pool light hit him just right. I didn’t see Jeremiah’s smile, though. Not this time. This time, Conrad was sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet in the water. And he was smoking a joint. 

“You really shouldn’t be smoking,” I tell him. It sounded more like a nag than anything, but I couldn’t help it. I don’t even know why I said it. I sat down on the edge of the pool as far away from Conrad as I could. Jeremiah was close on my heels, snagging a towel from one of the lounge chairs. I was only in shorts and a tank top, my usual sleep apparel and the night sky was a little chilly. Jeremiah always noticed when I had goosebumps. Before he sat down next to me, he draped the towel over my shoulders. His feet hit mine under the water. 

“You said that to me last month,” Conrad droned. I looked over at him and his hard eyes were staring back at me. “Not like the moms will care.” 

I supposed he was right. Rules didn’t exist in Cousins. You could eat ice cream for breakfast and stay in your pajamas all day or swim until your fingers and toes pruned up. No one ever said anything because it was summer. 

During the fall and winter, my mom wouldn’t so much as let me leave the house in sweatpants. I always had a curfew and breakfast was made before I left for school every day. “Don’t forget your jacket,” she would call out before I’d leave the house. 

Susannah was the same way. Always make sure the boys were getting good grades and keeping up their chances of football scholarships. Mr. Fisher rode them like crazy about football. Especially Conrad. He was good, too. He would have had a scholarship if he hadn’t quit over spring. 

I heard them fighting through the backyard one night. I was outside reading a book on the back patio when I heard Mr. Fisher yelling at Conrad. It was hard to make out a lot of it, but football and are you crazy and what the hell were you thinking were all easily recognizable. I tried to focus on my book and not eavesdrop but eventually, when it went quiet, Conrad stumbled through our connecting gate and sat down next to me with a joint between his fingers. “That stuff isn’t good for you,” I told him. He told me he didn’t care and lit it anyway. I checked to make sure the lights in the house were out. “What was that about?”

“I quit football,” he told me. I had gathered that much but didn’t say anything because I didn’t want him to know how much I had heard. I just nodded my head and waited for him to keep going. “I didn’t wanna be tied down this summer.” Like Jeremiah and Steven, I thought, who both had already gotten jobs at the country club for the summer. Cousins was still two months away, but the air was getting warmer and everyone could feel the summer air already. 

“Is that all?” 

Conrad took a hit of his joint and then offered it to me. I shook my head and he took another one. “Yeah.” I didn’t believe him, but I let it go. I knew the Fishers sometimes better than I thought I knew my own family. We had been neighbors for as long as I could remember except for during the months of June and August when they went to Cousins beach. When I was thirteen, the beach house next to theirs went up for sale and it didn’t take much convincing for my mom to put in an offer. “I need my two best friends during the summer,” Susannah begged my mom. Laurel was her real best friend, I think even my mom knew that, but something about how Susannah smiled made you just wanna agree. So, for the last four summers, the Fishers were my summer neighbors, too. 

I kicked my feet in the water of the pool and despite it being heated, when my foot was not touching Jeremiah’s, it felt cold. I glanced over at my side of the yard. The kitchen light was still on. “I should go home,” I tell the boys. Jeremiah stopped kicking his feet at my words. 

“Why?” I looked over at him and then glanced at Conrad, who could not be bothered to look in our direction so I looked back at Jeremiah. There was his smile. 

“Lights on. My dad is probably awake and besides, I can’t sleep in Belly’s bed. It’s a twin.” That was an excuse and I knew it. Jeremiah knew it. Conrad’s eyes finally glaring at me told me that even he knew it. “I’ll come over for breakfast, alright? We can go get the good muffins.” 

I stood up, wrapping the towel tighter around my shoulders and Jeremiah was quick to stand up with me. “I’ll walk you,” he said. I started to protest when he put his hands on my shoulders, spun me around, and walked me toward the shrubs that divided our two beach houses. When Jeremiah and I were younger, we dug out a small path through the bushes. Jeremiah said that going through the front took too long so we grabbed Mr. Fisher's old weed wacker and cleared out a little path. Every year we have to cut it back a little, but every year, it’s there. 

I didn’t wear my flip-flops out and hesitated before going through. There were twigs and branches and probably really sharp rocks down there that I couldn’t see that my shoes always shielded me from. “Oh, please,” Jeremiah huffed. He stepped in front of me and bent down, motioning me to jump on his back. I laughed and did as I was told, wrapping my arms around his neck. His skin was sticky with the late June heat and I couldn’t help myself but nestle my head against his blonde curls. “I would carry you across all of the trenches, my girl,” he mumbled. 

My girl. My Jeremiah. Before there were summers in Cousins there was Christmas break in Boston, and Spring break in Miami, and a typical Friday evening in the basement of the Fisher house. He was my best friend before I knew what best friends were. We bathed together before it got weird and we slept in each other’s beds even after we probably shouldn’t have. I cried on his shoulder when the first boy I ever loved broke my heart and he was laughing when I realized the first boy I ever loved was him.  

When we got to my patio, he set me down. The pavement was dry unlike the Fisher’s, where someone was swimming at all times. It seemed like the ground was never dry over there. “Thank you,” I told him. He smiled and sandwiched my head between his hands, kissing my forehead. I wanted to swat him away because I probably had sticky skin, too, but I didn’t. 

“Can I come in?” He asked. I gently shook my head, even though I wanted to say yes. 

“If my dad is awake, you probably shouldn’t.” My dad only had one rule. No Boys. That included Jeremiah and Conrad and even Belly’s brother, Steven. Especially no boys with the door shut or past 9pm. Sneaking in was Jeremiah’s MO, though. When he was ten, he learned to climb the trellis outside of my bedroom window and I learned to leave the window unlocked. There were countless late-night show binges and movie marathons that ended in me falling asleep on Jeremiah’s shoulder and him waking me up right before the sun rose so he could sneak back out. 

He nodded his head as if he understood. “Okay,” he mumbled. I nodded my head as best as I could with his hands still on my face. They were a little more relaxed, his wrists resting on my shoulders and his thumb grazing my jawline. “Muffins?” I nodded and I could have sworn he thought about kissing me. 

“Goodnight,” I told him, slowly backing away from him. He released me and his hands dropped to his sides. He was smiling softly as I backed away, grabbing the door handle from behind me. I didn’t want to break eye contact. It was like a sick game of you hang up first because neither of us wanted to leave. At least, that’s what I told myself. Eventually, I opened the door quietly and slipped into the softly lit kitchen and I had to force myself to not look back at him. 

The back door was unlocked, something that my parents started doing when I was allowed to stay at the Fisher’s later than my mom did. My dad was sitting in the living room with a book in his lap. The only light was from the oven stovetop and the lamp next to him. I wanted to sneak in behind him and go upstairs without seeing him but I cleared my throat, causing him to turn around. 

“Hey, honey.” My dad put the book down, keeping his place with his index finger. “You’re home late. Your mom still there?” I nodded my head and picked at the loose thread hanging off from the couch cushion. 

“I couldn’t sleep. Mom should be home soon, I think. I didn’t tell her I was leaving.” He nodded and shifted in his seat. “I should go to bed.” He nodded and I felt his eyes watching me the entire time I trod up the stairs. 

On my fifteenth birthday, I was dumped for the first time. His name was Elijah Willis. He was my first kiss, my first boyfriend, the first boy who told me he loved me. I loved him, too, while it lasted. The way his hands gently cupped my cheeks will forever be burned into my skin. He had always seemed too perfect, holding open my door, always calling at 9 pm sharp, always getting me a snack from the gas station even though I said I didn’t want anything. 

He was perfect. Until he came to my birthday party late, a single tulip in hand that I was pretty sure he picked from the neighbor's lawn. That’s not what I noticed, though. I noticed his messed-up hair and tired, sad eyes. 

We were all outside, trying to get the last taste of warmth. I was starting to feel October on my fingertips. “You’re late,” I said. 

“Can we talk?” He asked, glancing around at all my friends that stared back at him like he was a fish out of water. They all had wondered where he was. I even heard Melanie and Jaz whispering to each other by the fire about how this is how it ends. 

“You wanna show up to my birthday late? And then ask me If I wanna talk?” I felt my cheeks go hot. My legs turned to jello. “No. I don’t wanna talk,” I hissed. I put the words talk in quotations using my fingers and Elijah looked taken back. Eventually, we did talk. Well, he talked. He told me about how while I was in Cousins over the summer, he was hooking up with some girl from his art class and decided it was just time to end this thing with us. Those were his words, not mine. 

I didn’t go back to the party. Instead, I went upstairs and cried into my pillow until Jeremiah found me. I forgot he had been downstairs, witnessing the whole thing. I bet he even watched through the window as Elijah told me about her, watching every expression my face made. I bet everyone did. 

I had my head buried in my pillow and the only reason I knew it was Jeremiah that was in my room was because he smelled like sandalwood and mint. He tugged at the end of my pillow. “Pretty girls don’t cry,” he said in a sad attempt for a joke. 

“It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to,” I tried to tease back but it came out all too quickly and I just cried harder. Jeremiah grabbed me then, pulling me into his chest. I stopped crying when I saw his hand. “What happened?” His knuckles weren’t red like that before. He had white gauze wrapped around them but I could see the blood seeping through. “What did you do?” I looked up at his face. A huge red circle right in the center of his cheek. Like he was wearing blush, but cooler. 

“You should see the other guy.” The other guy is Elijah, I assumed. How could I be mad? Not at Jeremiah. I didn’t smile or laugh at his joke or even start crying again. I just settled into his chest as he settled into my bed and he held me like that for as long as I needed him to. And after I no longer it, he delivered me ice cream and packs of Twizzlers until my teeth felt like they were rotting out of my head but eventually, I felt better. 

Now, at seventeen, that memory is not jaded with Elijah and his summer fling. I do not think about the boy who broke my heart. That memory is categorized as The Moment I Knew I Loved Jeremiah Fisher. 

As I threw my hair back in a loose pony, just enough to get it out of my face, my dad called for me from the bottom of the stairs. “Y/N! Jeremiah is here!” I slipped on my shoes and ran out the door as fast as I could. Jeremiah was standing in the doorway, his hands shoved in his shorts pockets. He had a goofy grin on his face. “Where are you two off to so early?” My dad asked as I descended the stairs, my flip-flops marking every step.

“Muffins,” Jeremiah turned his grin to my dad. “Want us to bring you and Mary some?” My dad pondered before taking Jeremiah up on his offer. “Will do, sir.” My dad curtly nodded and then left the foyer, off toward the living room. My mom must still be sleeping. I didn’t hear her come in last night from my bedroom, so I don’t know how late she was out. 

“Ready?” I asked as I grabbed my bag from the table next to the door. Jeremiah bumped out his arm toward me for me to wrap my arm around, so I did. We walked, linked arms, to his red Jeep. He loved that Jeep. I loved that Jeep. We had some of our best memories in that car. He even taught me how to drive a stick in it. 

“You have to keep your foot on the clutch and let it off slowly,” he tried to explain. I shook my head, frustrated that the car kept stalling but Jeremiah just laughed every time. “You’re gonna get it, trust me. It’s easier to learn manual if you do this first.” 

“I don’t wanna do this first!” I exclaimed, hitting my palms on the steering wheel. Jeremiah was a few months older than me so he took his test on his sixteenth birthday. He wanted me to do the same, so we practiced and practiced all spring and summer so that when September rolled around, I would be ready. 

“I did and I’m an amazing driver,” he gleamed. I glared at him. It must have been fierce because he recoiled in the passenger side seat. “Fine, fine. We’ll switch to my mom's car.” 

“No. No. I wanna do it.” That was one of my biggest flaws, I always thought. Once I set my mind to something, I was determined to finish it. Whether I wanted to or not. “Tell me again.”

So he told me. Again and again until finally, one very hot August night, I did it. Jeremiah cheered when the car took off without stalling. He threw his arms out of the window and yelled at the top of his lungs, “my girl did it!” 

I drove us anywhere and everywhere that night. To our favorite ice cream spot in downtown Boston where I had to parallel park for the first time but my confidence was boosted, so I was so certain I could do it. Jeremiah walked me through it but when I got out to inspect my work, the car was on an angle and the wheels weren’t straight. “At least you’re not in the street,” Jeremiah said, shrugging his shoulders before he switched sides with me and fixed the park job. 

We walked down the busy street until we saw the big neon OPEN sign in the window and mint green table and chairs out front and Jeremiah held open the door for me. He paid for our ice cream even though I got a double scoop with sprinkles. We walked further down the street until we reached the park we played at when we were kids and we sat on the bench, Jeremiah sneaking licks of my ice cream even though I told him no. I took my cone and tapped his nose with it, leaving a tiny dot of vanilla on the tip. He tried to lick it off with his tongue, but it didn’t reach. “Get it for me?” He asked with his puppy dog eyes. 

I wiped it off with my index finger and before I could wipe it away on Jeremiah’s shorts, he grabbed my wrist and brought it to his mouth, sucking the ice cream off. He didn’t break eye contact with me the entire time and when I cleared my throat and turned away, he shot up and grabbed my hand and we walked back the way we came. 

I drove out of downtown and to the side streets. The ones that Jeremiah had driven me

down multiple times before, always letting me pick the CD but this time, I let him pick. He picked The Beatles and he silently sang to me as I drove. Eventually, the sun came up and since it was still late August, the moms were in the summertime spirit and even my mom was stumbling back home through the front yard when I parked the car. 

I hung my head out of the window and breathed in the salt water air. I closed my eyes and let the breeze make my hair messy. Jeremiah reached over and pulled the ponytail out of my hair. “I always liked your hair down,” he said from the driver’s side. I looked back at him and smiled, my eyes squinting too tightly from the sun coming behind him but it made his curls look blonder. The wind plastered my hair to the side of my face and I brushed it behind my ear. “Pretty,” he whispered. 

“Look at the road,” I told him. He laughed and nodded, facing the road again and sitting up straighter. His hands at ten and two. In town at the store, the one that carried the good muffins, Jeremiah rushed out first telling me to stay put so he could open the door for me. 

“After you,” he gestured for me to get out so I did. He let me pick out whatever ones I wanted, chocolate chip, banana nut, pistachio. I kept pointed at them behind the case and the worker behind it kept adding them to our pile. 

Eventually, I turned to Jere. “What ones did you want?” 

“What? All those are for you?” He gawked. I put my hand on my heart and gasped. 

“Of course not, I was going to give a a couple to my parents.” Jeremiah laughed and nodded his head. He started pointing at a few to add and when he was done he put his credit card down on the counter. “I can pay for mine,” I told him, digging around in my bag for my card when Jeremiah grabbed my wrist. “I grabbed a lot.” 

“I don’t care. It’s on me,” he said. “Well, actually, it’s on my dad.” He chuckled as the cashier ran his card and handed him back his card and our boxes of muffins, which I was entrusted to keep safe. They sat on my lap the whole ride home and when we finally got the kitchen, I pulled out two for my parents and the rest displayed on Susannah’s pastry display next to the fridge. She always had something in it. Right now, it was just crumbs. I was pretty sure there were cookies in there only a few days ago. 

Conrad and Steven came rushing down the stairs, swarming around me and the mufins. “Give me one,” Steven cried from over my shoulder. He reached over, bumping my shoulder, and grabbed a chocolate chip. 

“You’re welcome,” I teased as Steven sat at the island counter. Conrad sat next to him, his hands folded in his lap. I grabbed his favorite and set it on a napkin, sliding it over to him. “Hungry?” I asked. 

Jeremiah started rummaging through the fridge as Conrad mumbled a thanks and took his muffin. “Who wants eggs?” Jeremiah called, holding up four eggs in his two hands with a smile on his face. “Sunny side up.” 

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Sun Lounger - Jeremiah Fisher

Pairing: Jeremiah Fisher x Reader

Characters: Jeremiah Fisher

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 674

Author: Hannah

When your parents had suggested going to Cousins for the summer, you had been hesitant – it was somewhere new, with new people and you didn’t know what to make of it. However, they had been insistent, and you weren’t one to say no to your whole summer holiday.

It was no surprise to you that your dad had found the country club on his first visit, and then somehow wrangled a pass for you all for the summer.

Your brother had wandered off somewhere, and your mum was nowhere to be found so that left you on a sun lounger by yourself.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw one of the lifeguards rushing around but in his rush he slammed into the leg of your sun lounger and went toppling over.

You shot up and went to help him, offering him your hand. You hadn’t quite realised how good looking he was until he looked up at you, a sheepish smile on his face and floppy blond/brown hair.

He took your hand and you helped to pull him up. “Are you okay?” you asked, glancing down at his leg.

“Apart from the intense pain in my ankle,” he chuckled. “I’m good.”

You smiled at him. “I’d offer to help find you some ice, but this is only like my third time here and I still have zero idea where anything is,” you admitted.

He chuckled. “You’re new here?”

“It’s our first summer here.”

The lifeguard held his hand out to you. “I’m Jeremiah,” you shook his hand with a smile and introduced yourself.

Ever since then, Jeremiah had made a point of coming to find you at the start and the end of every single one of his shifts.

The two of you had started meeting up outside of the club, going to the beach, for some lunch, for a drive and it was a really refreshing experience.

You heard Jeremiah beep outside, which made a smile appear on your face. You yelled out some goodbyes to your family and then rushed out to Jeremiah.

“Hey, you,” he greeted as you climbed into his jeep.

He offered you his hand, which caused yet another smile, and you took it intertwining your fingers.

Jeremiah pulled away whilst switching on his radio. The two of you spent the drive switching between chatting, singing, and just enjoying each other’s company.

Eventually the two of you reached the beach, and Jeremiah got out before coming round to your side to hold your hand as you climbed out of the car.

You both strolled along the beach, hand in hand. You couldn’t quite believe that this was how your summer was turning out, and whilst you weren’t sure what would happen once summer ended you were enjoying it whilst it happened.

“I feel like I’ve known you forever,” you told Jeremiah as the two of you sat cuddled up, staring out at the sea.

Jeremiah chuckled but rested his head on top of yours. “I feel the same,” he mused, playing with your fingers. “It’s crazy how this can happen.”

You hummed in agreement. “You know what is crazy? How I didn’t even want to come to Cousins this summer,” you told him. “And if I hadn’t, you would never have crashed into my sun lounger.”

He laughed. “What if I told you that that was on purpose?”

“What?” you quizzed, sitting up so that you could look Jeremiah in the eye. “You almost sprained your ankle because of me? On purpose?”

A sheepish look crossed his face. “Yah,” he sighed out. “I’d seen you around, and really wanted to talk to you, but I didn’t want to come across as too forward by just walking up to you.”

“Oh, so running into my sun lounger and crashing all over the place was your solution?”

He chuckled but nodded, keeping a hold of your hand. “It worked didn’t it?”

You smiled and leant up to kiss his cheek for the first time. “Yes, yes it did.”

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[unpublishediary]

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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