#conrad x reader fluff

[212-apricity]

1999, part four - final part!

oh my gosh. final part and what a surprise, she's a long one again💀💀ive loved writing this silly little series so so much and i love all of you very very much🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽please give me requests on what to write next bc my mind is completely blank rn, all i can think of is the cold war and bolsheviks from my history revison and i dont think they would make v good fics🤡🤡

lmk what you think of this part and your fav moments, enjoy!!

warnings: tiny angst, mostly fluff, swearing

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conrad’s pov

Since Y/n is unable to hold a phone herself, I'm tasked with a lot, but I didn't fully realize the worry of her family until she had me working through each task with her.

No wonder she’s overwhelmed. The number of texts from Laurel, Mom, Belly, Jere and Steven she has to sift through in a given hour would drive anyone insane.

Or maybe I'm just going crazy by sitting this close to her. The smell of her coconut soap is permanently ingrained into my memory as she sits flush against me, pointing at different texts with her uninjured hand.

I can tell her nerves grow stronger as the Uber near the hospital.

Her knees bounce up and down as she dictates message after message I need to send, confusing me more and more with every word.

The work doesn't stop there. After we check in, a nurse hands us a clipboard filled with pages of information that need to be filled out. Y/n stares at it like it might catch on fire at any moment.

"Here." I pass it to her.

Her eyes shift toward the exit. "Will you help me please? I can't write like this." Her voice drops to a barely audible whisper.

"Okay. Tell me your answers and I'll write them down."

Her throat bobs as she scans the first line. It takes her far longer than necessary to read the first question.

"Do you mind reading the questions aloud for me? I'm too stressed to concentrate right now." Her overcompensating smile irritates me.

"Are you sure? Some of the questions are probably personal."

Don't be a dick. Just do what she says.

"I don't care.”

The rigid way she sits in her chair says the complete opposite.

She seems to be one minute away from breaking down, so I concede. I sigh as I grab the pen and get started on the first question. The paperwork doesn't take us as long as I anticipated, so Y/n and I sit together in silence. She stares at the exit longingly.

The way her eyes dart around the room as she gnaws on her bottom lip makes me feel merciful enough to save her from the anxiety eating her up inside.

“If it's any consolation, I hate hospitals too."

Her head swings toward the direction of my voice.

"Yeah?"

I nod. "Haven't been to one since…"

"I know." she says as she sees my chest heaves as I remember the millions of times we’ve been here before.

I keep my eyes focused on the soundless television playing in one corner.

Her good hand clasps onto mine and gives it a squeeze. I'm grateful she understands me enough not to ask any other questions. The idea of offering another raw part of myself feels like a betrayal of the years I've spent carefully developing a certain kind of persona.

"I hate them too." Her voice cracks.

"Why?"

She stares down at her swollen hand. “My dad…” She pauses, and I give her hand a reassuring squeeze like she gave me. "Let's just say mom ended up in the ER a couple of times for being clumsy."

I take a deep breath to stave off the anger bubbling beneath the surface. "And did you have issues with being clumsy?" If she says yes, I swear to God two men will end up floating in the Chicago River tonight.

She shakes her head rather aggressively. "No. No." My rapid heart rate can be heard through my ears. "If you were, you can tell me." While I can't promise I won't do anything about it, I can promise to make him hurt. A lot. With sulfuric acid or something, those pre-med studies are starting to come in handy now.

The overwhelming sense of protectiveness hits me hard, and I don't shy away from it. There is nothing I hate more than men who use their fists against innocent women and children.

"It never got to that point. Suze made sure of it." she says with a small smile.

"How?"

"She caught onto the signs and interfered before things got bad. Used her savings from my grandpa's life insurance policy to help Mom get a divorce and start a new life." A tear slips down her face, and I can't stand the sight of it.

I brush it away with the pad of my thumb, but the damp trail still lingers. A driving force inside of me wants to erase the sad look on her face. "Did her plan also happen to include a jug of sulfuric acid?"

She forces out a laugh. "I think concrete shoes were more in style back then."

I fake shudder. "Remind me to never make mom angry again."

"Forget her, you'd have to deal with me." She holds up her injured hand like a war trophy.

"I'm absolutely terrified."

"Miss Y/n?" a nurse calls out.

Y/n doesn't move at the sound of her name.

"That's you." I place my hand on her thigh and give it a squeeze.

She sucks in a deep breath as she stares down at my hand.

Her chair nearly tumbles behind her as she bolts out of the seat, throwing her one good hand up in the air. "I'm here!"

The nurse leads us through the emergency room bay.

Individual beds line the wall, each area divided by a paper curtain.

The empty bed meant for Y/n is unacceptable. Between the person retching behind one partition and the individual on the other side hacking up their lung, I refuse to let her be seen here.

"I'd like my…my friend, to be taken care of in a private suite," I speak up. I know I sound snotty right now but honestly, I’ll be damned if I let her already horrible hospital experience get any worse.

The nurse grimaces as her gaze licks across my body. "This is a hospital. Not the Ritz. Take a seat and wait for the doctor like everyone else."

Y/n hops on the bed without any complaint, and I'm tempted to grab her and go elsewhere. The nurse doesn't seem the least bit bothered by all the noise happening around us as she checks Y/n’s vitals and asks some routine questions.

Y/n answers each one while chewing her bottom lip raw. This atmosphere couldn't put anyone at ease, least of all her.

The nurse hangs the clipboard at the foot of the bed, and I decide to try again.

"I'll pay whatever it takes to have her seen somewhere quieter. Money is no object."

The nurse only replies by shutting the paper curtain in my face.

Y/n laughs while I stare at the curtain, dumbfounded to be treated like this.

"You find this funny?"

She nods, her eyes alight for the first time all night. "Did you see her face when you said money is no object? I think if she didn't put the clipboard away, she would have slapped your face with it."

"It's not my fault she isn't accustomed to how things are done in the real world."

"Wake up baby. You're living in the real world." She waves around our room.

"It's terrifying." I say, looking away so she couldn’t see the blush that appeared on my face at the nickname.

"Come here. I'II make it better." Y/n pats the bed.

Doubtful, but I'm a glutton for giving her what she wants lately. Paper crinkles as I sit next to her. I take up most of the bed, giving her little room to get away from me. My thigh brushes against hers. She tries to scoot away, but there isn't enough space.

“Isn’t this cozy?" she quips.

I give her a small smile before she asks, “Hey! Let me see your tattoo.”

God I’d forgotten all about them. I move the collar of my shirt to show the two small ivy leaves we’d gotten. She gasps and gently touches my skin, “Oh my gosh it’s so pretty Connie.” she stares at it for a moment before I ask to see hers.

She lifts up her shirt on the side, exposing her ribcage and the two matching leaves.

“I can’t believe you agreed to get a Taylor Swift referenced tattoo with me Con.” she says as I admire the tattoo for a bit.

I smile until saying, “Hey I might be quiet and mopey but at least I have good taste in music.”

She softly smiles at me before eyeing the IV bag with horror before checking out the exit.

"What’s wrong?”

She leans closer to me and whispers, "Is now a bad time to admit I pass out whenever someone tries to stick a needle in me?"

My lips lift at the corners. I don't know why I find the idea hilarious, given her ability to watch eight consecutive hours of true crime documentaries without so much as flinching.

"You're afraid of needles?"

She sputters. "No. I'm not afraid. It just happens to be a bodily reaction I can't control."

“That's good then because the nurse needs to set you up with that IV when she comes back."

“No! Don't tell me that! I thought she was one of the good ones.”

I nod, pressing my lips together to prevent myself from laughing.

"She lied to me!" She bolts from the seat and would have tripped over her own heels if I didn't reach out and catch her.

*Careful." I place her back on the bed and decide to stand guard in case she gets any ideas to flee the scene.

Her eyes fit from me to the gap between two curtains, as if she is thinking how she can get past me.

"I'm joking.”

She scans my face for the truth before she slaps my shoulder with her good hand. "Asshole! I believed you!"

Laughter explodes out of me like a bomb, stunning her.

“Did you just laugh?”

"No."

“Yes." Someone calls out from the other side of the curtain.

“Now, do you mind shutting up? Some of us are trying to get some sleep over here after having our stomach pumped."

Fuck this place and the people in here. "We're leaving."

"Not so fast. You can't leave before I check you out." The doctor strolls in and points at the bed with his clipboard.

Y/n remains tight-lipped as the doctor checks her chart. He asks her some questions about how she got hurt, all while staring me up and down like I'm the person she was trying to injure. She is taken away for a few scans, and my breathing doesn't return to normal until the nurse brings her back.

That should be my first sign that things are getting out of hand on my end. I'm inching closer to an emotional minefield without any kind of map, only one wrong step away from exploding.

The doctor checks the scans. "It looks like you have a boxer's fracture."

Her face brightens. "That sounds badass."

I glare at her. "Calm down, Muhammad Ali. I wouldn't count today as a victory by any means."

The doctor's eyes lighten. "Next time, avoid any initial contact on the fourth and fifth knuckles."

"Please don't encourage her."

The doctor shakes his head with a laugh before giving Y/n a detailed set of instructions regarding the healing time. I'm skeptical about the whole visit and, given the setting, doubtful about the level of care. I'll be damned if Y/n sustains permanent injuries because of Dean. My chest tightens at the idea.

“Great Thanks, Doc!" She hops off the bed, but I hold my arm out, stopping her

"I’d like a second opinion." The command bursts out of me without any rhyme or reason. Deep down, I know a boxer's fracture isn't the worst thing that could have happened. But things aren't right in my head where Y/n is concerned. At least not anymore.

Both of the doctor's eyebrows arch. "For a small fracture?"

"Don't mind him. He tends to be a bit overbearing." She shoots me a look as if I'm the crazy one out of the two of us.

"Okay..." the doctor says.

Maybe I am losing it because why else would I care?

You hate it when she cries.

You wouldn't mind murdering someone who hurt her.

You took her to the hospital even though you despise them with every fibre of your being.

The signs all point to one thing: our situation is quickly crumbling, and I'm the only one to blame.

Y/n interrupts my thoughts. "I'll be sure to wear the brace for a few weeks and avoid any kind of activities that could aggravate the injury."

"Perfect. And don't forget to schedule a follow-up visit with your physician. "The doctor gives me one last look before handing Y/n the discharge paperwork. "Nice meeting you."

"Will you help me with this?" She holds out the clipboard with her left hand as the doctor leaves.

I grab it from her and fill it out.

She checks the time on her phone. "Well, at least that didn't take as long as I thought it would. I'm sure you're dying to get back home."

That's the scary thing. I didn't think about anything or anyone once during our entire time here because making sure she was taken care of was my only concern. I've spent the past seventeen years of my life thinking solely about my future, and all it took was one girl to make me completely forget about my responsibilities for a few hours.

As if that doesn't scare me enough, it only takes one glance at her makeshift brace to make my blood burn hot under my skin. I know exactly why her injury angers me more than anything else.

It's the same reason I feel the urge to push Jere away from her whenever he gets too close or the way I unexplainably need to see her whenever she is out of my sight for longer than a few hours.

You’re in love with her.

Fuck.

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y/n’s pov

We’re in an Uber on the way home, sitting in comfortable silence until Conrad breaks it.

“Why’d you get with Dean anyway?” My stomach doubles over.

Comfortable silence is so overrated.

I sigh. I’ve been dreading this question for ages now.

“I don’t know.” I answer vaguely.

Conrad gives me a puzzled look, “What do you mean you don't know? You must’ve had a reason.”

His restlessness gets me more agitated.

“I don’t know Conrad. I don’t know why I got with him, I don’t know why I was waiting on you for so long either.” I look out the window as the car stops in front of the house.

“What? What do you mean?” he says as I get out the car and speed up to the front door, taking the keys out of my pocket and refusing to carry on with this conversation anymore.

Conrad keeps yelling after me as he follows me upstairs to my room, both of us trying to ignore everyone else who joined Conrad and are trying to ask their own questions.

I slam my door shut and collapse on my bed hearing Conrad trying to calm everyone down and telling them everything that's happened until he asks them all to give me some space for now.

I cry in the silence as I hear everyone leaving from outside the door until it opens.

“Hey.”

Steven. Thank God.

“Steve…” I say sniffling.

He looks at me with a sad smile before sitting on the bed with me and taking me in his arms.

“Con told us everything,” he says after a few minutes of holding me, “did you really get a boxer's fracture?”

I laugh in tears before showing him my hand and saying, “You should see the other guy.”

Steven and I laugh together before going back to the silence as he hugs me.

“He really cares about you, you know.”

“No he doesn’t. He hates me. I yelled at him and now I’m crying here on my bed like an idiot.”

“Did he say anything to you?” Steven looks down at me.

I shake my head before saying, “He asked why I got with Dean.”

“Oh. That’s not too bad.”

“No it’s not.”

“Then why are you so upset?”

“Because I’ve been waiting for Conrad for so long and I’m just sick and tired of always being there to help him get over his breakups when he’d be so much better off with me. I know I sound selfish and none of my reasons are justified but I just thought that after everything we’ve been through together, he’d maybe like me just a little bit.”

Steven hugs me again and softly says, “He does.”

After that almost everyone but Conrad came in to check up on me and make sure I was okay, making me feel even more guilty about being all emotional like this. It’s not until Susannah’s holding me and whispering sweet nothings that my eyes start to feel heavy.

I think I fell asleep after that, I don’t remember much except waking up to the sun shining its very unwelcome face in my eyes.

I step out of my room after freshening up and I’m about to make my way to the kitchen for food until I’m stopped by something in the hallway.

Or should I say someone.

“Conrad,” I bend down and stroke his hair out of his face, “Conrad wake up.” I say gently.

He stirs for a minute before sitting up and taking my hands in his.

“Have you been out here all night?” I ask.

“Yes.” he says in a raspy voice.

God that voice would make my knees give out if I wasn’t already on the floor with him.

“Why?”

“I need to talk to you.”

I sigh before he interrupts me, “Listen, I heard everything you said to Steven last night and I know I shouldn’t have and I was eavesdropping but I’m sorry it was by accident. And I know I don’t deserve any more of your time…I’ve already wasted a lot of it but just hear me out for ten minutes.”

“No.” I try to get out of his grasp.

“Stop fighting and give me ten minutes.”

“No way.”

“Nine then.”

“Five.”

“Eight and a half.”

“Six.”

“Seven.”

I pause, knowing that he won’t let me go anywhere before I hear him out.

“You don’t deserve seven seconds, let alone seven minutes of my time.”

“How about seven words then?”

I laugh. “I’d like to see you try.”

“I am falling in love with you.”

I blink up at him. Either I am still sleeping or I must have not heard him correctly because there is no way Conrad Fisher just admitted that he is falling in love with me.

Absolutely no fucking way.

Right?

I squeeze my eyes shut as if that can erase the words from my memory.

"You're joking.

"I'm not."

"This is just another part of your game." I try to push him away, but he doesn't budge.

"It stopped being a game for me a long time ago."

"You're lying."

His brows pull together. "Ask me why I hate when people touch my bookshelf."

"Are you serious right now? What does that have to do with any of this?" I think back to his bookshelf he won’t let any of the others go near but loves to let me organise and re-organise each year.

"Because I did it for you."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I read somewhere online that organising objects like books and things is good for people with anxiety, because then they can feel in control of something and know exactly what to expect especially if things are the same as they've predicted all the time. You love reading too, so I changed it. Bought all the books you like to read so that you’d stay and read with me more often. I forced everyone else out of my room and especially away from that bookshelf. All because I wanted to help you."

Emotions clog my throat, preventing my ability to reply.

What can I possibly say that could compare to that?

Conrad doesn't give me an option as he continues. "Want to know why I kept this plant you got me?" he says pointing to the small green cactus with “Don’t be a prick” written on the pot that we could see looking into his room from the hallway.

I nod.

"Because it was the first time someone got me a present that made me laugh."

If hearts could melt into puddles, mine would be liquified right about now.

I take a deep breath.

Remember what he did.

“Con that doesn't change anything you still ignored me for a whole year. Every time I tried to call you or text you, you’d just leave me on read or decline, and now you’re telling me you love me? Who does that?"

"Someone who doesn't understand the first thing about loving someone, but is willing to try if you give me a chance."

"You want me to give you a chance after everything? Do you think I'm stupid?"

He winces, and a bit of my anger fades away at his vulnerability.

"Intelligence has nothing to do with this."

"Easy for you to say when you're not the one who feels like a fool."

"Really? Because based on your reaction today, I'm feeling pretty damn foolish for ever admitting that I'm falling in love with you." He gets up off the floor, leaving me feeling chilled to the bone.

"Con..." I reach out, but he takes a step back.

My eyes sting from his rejection. It hurts.

“I’m not asking you to love me back. I don't expect that and I'm not sure if I ever will because I'm the furthest thing for lovable. I'm selfish, and rude, and don't know the first thing about being in a proper relationship with someone. But that doesn't mean I’m not willing to try for you if you let me."

How am I supposed to be angry at him when he thinks he is unlovable?

A pain rips through my chest at the thought of him talking about himself this way.

I get up off the floor and walk straight into his chest. His arms quickly wrap themselves around my waist, holding me even tighter.

"Just because you make selfish choices doesn't mean you're a selfish person. At least not completely."

This boy had been there for Belly, Steven, me and Jere for years without any kind of payback, especially when Susannah was going through her cancer and despite feeling an immense amount of pain himself, he shoved all his emotions aside so that he could be there for us. For me. If that isn't a selfless sacrifice, I don't know what is.

"Your logic is half-baked at best."

"So is yours, seeing as you called yourself unlovable."

His body tenses. "I'm stating facts."

"I don't know what bullshit your father told you over the years, but it's not true. Your brother loves you."

"He’s obligated to."

"No one is obligated to love someone else. Blood or not."

He takes a deep breath. "You're right."

I smile up at him. "I could get used to hearing those words."

He reaches up and cups my cheek. "Give me a chance and I'll tell you them every single day."

I sigh and look away. "I don't know.”

"Tell me what's stopping you."

"You don't do relationships."

“Good thing our feelings lead us here rather than our minds, and mine are willing to try then."

I avoid his penetrating gaze. "What if my feelings are telling me to run?”

“It's cute you think you can outrun me, but I'll give you a head start just to make things interesting." he smiles down at me.

"Do you always have an answer for everything?"

"Not for the one that matters most." The way he looks at me stirs up something deep inside of me.

Longing. I want to give him a chance, regardless of the potential fallout.

You might get hurt.

I might, but I might miss out on something special because I’m too afraid of the what ifs. I'm done being that person. Even if it means getting hurt, I'd rather try and fail than never try at all.

I stand on the tips of my toes and press my lips against his.

He holds me tight against his chest, as if he is afraid of letting me go.

I pull away, only to clasp onto his chin. "This could be a disaster, but I'm willing to try."

He shuts me up by pushing his lips against mine, sealing our new deal. The way he kisses me is different than any time before. He cups my face with the palms of his hands as his lips mold against mine, teasing me until I feel dizzy. His thumb brushes across my cheek back and forth, and heat rushes down my spine straight to my belly. He makes me feel cherished. Protected.

Loved in a way that makes me never want to come back down to reality.

I could spend forever being kissed like this and still feel like it isn't enough. While Conrad might not be the best with words, his kiss says it all.

He is falling in love with me. And I’m falling in love with him. No translation necessary.

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ahh i cant believe its finished omg😔💔...

anyways, onto the next one😍🙏

again please lmk what you think of this and please give me requests on what to do next!!

[c1nnam00n]

Having a comfort fic but also has the most gut wrenching angst to it as well is perfection

[evermoresversion]

hiiii i was wondering if you could do a conrad fic where him and the reader are just friends, but one day conrad becomes super touchy, and you can’t figure out why. they’ve always been best friends, and have made physical contact before but things are different this time (like this time he’s touching intimate places like waist, thigh etc.)

you can choose if it ends in smut or fluff!!

TOUCHY, CONRAD FISHER.

You had met Conrad and the Fishers exactly three years ago.

It just so happened that their summer house in Cousins was next door to your family's, so the two families had become quite close.

But especially you with Conrad.

You both spent the afternoons together, sometimes you had breakfast at each other's houses, he even taught you how to surf and some things about sailing. It was the friendship you had always wanted to find, he was your advisor and partner in everything you did.

And that was never going to change.

Until one day he woke up and decided to be more touchy with you.

It was strange for you but because you didn't know the feelings that supported that change.

"Excuse me, y/n." He murmured, placing his hand on your waist to gently push you aside. You noticed the change in it because normally he would have just asked you to move, but you didn't give it any more importance than it should have.

But then when you were in his car next to him getting ice for the family meal, and after both of you had laughed for two whole minutes, he put his hand on your thigh, an action that made you freeze in place but you found it comforting to feel his skin against yours, so you didn't say anything.

The next time he made a move like that was that same night when you and the boys attended a bonfire party on the beach.

A boy was trying to flirt with you and forcefully invite you for a beer, which you kept refusing, and when you tried to find one of the boys to save you from the situation, you felt a familiar arm wrap around your back, leaving his hand on your waist.

"Take the hint, buddy, she doesn't want anything from you, get out of here." Conrad's hand tightened protectively on your waist and you watched as the boy walked away with a scowl on his face in frustration.

He stood in front of you and took your face in his hands, searching with his eyes for any indication that that guy had done something.

"Did he put a hand on you or something?"

You shook your head, dazed by his touch on your face and the alcohol in your body.

"No, I'm fine."

"Well." He gave a discreet, affectionate caress to one of your cheeks that he thought you didn't notice but of course you did.

Later that night, when you returned home, you were more sober so you began to compile all the times Conrad had been touchy with you and came to a conclusion that only he would confirm.

"Do you have feelings for me?" Maybe some alcohol was still running through your veins with the direct way your words came out.

"What?"

"You heard me." You were thankful that Steven and Jeremiah had decided to go in the car of the other Fisher brother who wasn't in that car with you. Or maybe they both knew what was happening.

Conrad looked ahead with a neutral face, and then pulled over onto the road.

After seconds that seemed like an eternity, he looked at you.

"Yes, I do have feelings for you, y/n." He replied under his breath, making yours quicken at the confession. "And you have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now with how beautiful you look."

You unbuckled your seatbelt, practically lunging at him to kiss his lips, somewhat clumsily but still the moment seemed perfect. His hands found your waist again, squeezing it with his fingers firmly.

His right hand went to the side of your face, brushing back the hair that was covering your face.

"God, you're beautiful."

You giggled and kissed him again, feeling his hands on your cheeks.

Yeah, you definitely loved it when he was touchy.

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2024.

[stvrkeysgal]

after last night - conrad fisher

summary: a glimpse of how the next day goes after hooking up with conrad :p

> warnings: possibly implied smut. but mainly fluff tbh i was feeling like it

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"fuck, you look good in my shirt." conrad leans on his bathroom's doorframe, arms crossed as he looked at you as if you were the prettiest thing he's ever seen.

the shirt you're wearing right now is your personal fave from conrad's wardrobe— an oversized (to you, because you're short) navy blue cousins rowing shirt that he had ever since he was 16. and it feels and smells exactly like him.

you stood in front of his bathroom mirror, just in your underwear and his shirt from the night before; with your messed up hair and bare feet, conrad would totally not mind if you closed his bedroom door and-

you looked at conrad all puzzled as you brushed your teeth. "what, you don't believe me? you look so ravishing right now. could just eat you up," conrad walks closer to where you're standing and back hugged you, kissing your neck along the way.

"conrad, i'm brushing my goddamn teeth," your voice sounds muffled due to your toothbrush, and he mocks the way your voice sounded. you flipped him off and finished whatever you're doing before straight up kissing him.

"i guess it worked?" conrad pulled away and smirked at you. "what worked?" you asked, then swatted him playfully. "kissing your neck," conrad then carried you bridal style and walked the two of you back to his bed.

"connie, i have to go home." he dismisses your concern by kissing you once again. "baby, you don't have to rush. i know you don't have anything planned today."

"fine, you got me. but my parents would get suspicious and shit. you know how crazy they can be," you run your fingers through conrad's hair. "besides it's already, like, what? 10am?" conrad shows you his phone proudly which shows the time. 7:45AM.

"told you we don't have to rush. plus, you live next door. why are you so worried?" he raises an eyebrow for effect as you rolled your eyes at him. "well, i thought it was late. it's pretty bright outside so..." it was your turn to smirk at him. "i guess i could stay for a while.

you and conrad spent the morning cuddling, kissing, and... fucking. (after you literally swore to yourself that you won't do anything with conrad since you're fucking sore)

the two of you are lucky that susannah and laurel's out for book signing and the rest are swimming on the beach.

by the time it was almost 10AM, you returned to the bathroom and went straight to the mirror. sighing to yourself as you see your neck littered— and i mean littered—with dark purple marks that came from conrad, no doubt. "connie!" he heard you call for him and smirked to himself, knowing the reason why you were pissed. "yes, baby?"

"how the fuck am i supposed to cover this up?!" you point dramatically at the hickeys plastered on your skin. "you'll manage."

"i hate you, smug bastard." conrad scoffs before running his hand over the skin of your neck. "i love you too." he smirks before kissing one of your hickeys softly.

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a/n: rushed this one because i literally CANNOT just let me forget abt this one idea and do nothing abt it. besides it's too good not to write

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[tatoda]

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.

[pretty-little-mind33]

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

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

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

Warnings: harassment, underage drinking, swearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did he hurt you?"

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

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

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

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

"I had one drink!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sniff, "I am losing you."

Conrad tilts his head, "How?"

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

"What?"

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

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

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

You sense his body tense and there is a pause.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But, it's still somehow better.

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

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

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

"Kinda was." You boast.

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

* ~ *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Occupied." Jeremiah defends.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Only because it's your birthday."

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

And what is a Moon without Stars?

[raven-dor]

guess i'm a bad liar

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

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

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

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

🎶 : bad liar - selena gomez

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

“They’re here!” 

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

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

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

“What was that?” Success. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Trouble?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, ma’am.” 

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

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

“What?” 

“Stop it!” 

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

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

He scoffed. “Whatever.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just you two. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hanging on to every precious word.” 

He laughed. “Oh yeah?” 

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

“Tell me what I said then, Trouble.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let me explain.” 

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

“It was so sudden at first-” 

“How long?” 

“What’s going on?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I am! It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Yes, it is!” 

“Jeremiah, I love him.”  

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

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

Jeremiah shook his head. “What? No!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?” 

“Yes.” 

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

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

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

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

“Where are we going?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know I do.” 

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

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

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

“Trouble, don’t say that.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Baby…” 

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

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

“C’mon. Don’t let it end this way!” 

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

“Stop it. You’re being mean.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mom, you okay?” 

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

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

You nodded. “I’m right behind you.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You look beautiful.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’ll talk about this later, okay?” 

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

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

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

“Jere-” 

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

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

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

“Mom…” Jeremiah’s lip quivered. 

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

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

You did know. 

Your mother’s cancer had returned. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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going, going, gone - c.f

summary: y/n’s the only person who can get conrad, and he realizes that maybe he’s been falling for the wrong conklin.

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a/n: this will likely have a part two, so it probably won’t end here!! no promises as to when pt 2 is out but it will be there eventually ;)) this is literally me wishing i could slap some sense into belly

part two

“hey,” y/n greets, stepping into the beach house and finding conrad unpacking.

“hi,” he smiles lightly. the past few months have been nearly impossible. trying to crack conrad open is like trying to break into a safe. it took y/n forever to be able to understand conrad, and now that she finally did, there was an undeniable spark. she could sense the tension in his mind, knowing that something had set him off. he looked like he just wanted to break down, but he didn’t want to. if he did, he doesn’t know how to put himself back together.

“you ok?” she asks, cautiously. he’s almost like a wild animal, get too close and he runs away. especially since susannah died, he hasn’t been able to find a connection like the one he had with his mother.

“fine,” he mumbles, folding a few blankets onto the couch and placing some pillows beside it.

“conrad, don’t play this game with me again,” y/n sighs, stepping closer to him. he pauses in his movements to look up at her, slapping one last piece of decor on the mantle. “can we at least talk about the exam?”

“i, um,” he stutters, unable to find the right words that have disappeared in his mind. it’s like he completely pushed out the exam, all the other events had forcefully taken the excitement from it. “i feel really good about it, but it’s just an exam.”

y/n can tell in his slumped stance that something is truly disturbing him. he looks broken, and whoever did it certainly failed to put the pieces back together. it appears that they didn’t even try. “talk to me, conrad. please?”

he stops, breaking eye contact. he can’t look at her while he tells her because she can’t see his face when he says it. he doesn’t want y/n to see him crack under the pressure again.

“jeremiah and belly were making out on my car when i came out of testing. i walked out and there they were.”

“what?” y/n spits out, thinking about everything belly had told her before. “i thought she said she moved on-“

“yeah, i did, too,” his voice breaks, still avoiding any looks to y/n. if y/n sees him falling apart over belly, y/n would probably say something. the last thing conrad wants is for belly to know the affect this had on him.

“conrad, you know you can talk to me, right?” she steps closer, wanting to reach out her hand to him but knowing he probably doesn’t want it. he wants belly’s. “anything you say to me won’t get back to her.”

he slightly turns, finally letting his eyes wander up y/n’s body until they meet hers. he’s always found a trust in y/n. she’s been there since they were little kids, but it’s always felt different. there was an innocence to her, she felt like home and he could always run back to her if he needed her. he wouldn’t be able to handle it if he ruined that.

“i’m just so tired, y/n. it’s just one step forward and two steps back. i thought we could finally be over this, but they both just stabbed me in the back. on my car, during my test, in my hoodie. my mom always said belly was destined for me, but it just feels like jere took that.”

y/n can feel the hurt as well as see it on conrad’s face. she’s able to read him so well now that he’s not afraid to open up. she feels like they’ve gotten through a door, a point where they can share secrets and find a safety net in the other. “belly doesn’t deserve you, conrad. she’s not as mature as you, and you can thrive without her, i swear.”

“i’ll be ok, i just need a break from all this shit,” he groans, allowing y/n to finally walk up to him and hold his hand. “i don’t know if we can go back to the way things were after this.”

“i know i can’t change what happened, but i need you to understand that you’re not alone. at this point, you come first to me.” he nods, and y/n can see the sunrise in his face a bit more, but his mind is still covered with darkness. “if you need anything, please call me or come see me, ok?”

“deal,” he cracks a little grin, making y/n smile a bit in return.

“take care of yourself, connie,” she says before opening the front door. she starts the long drive home knowing what’s waiting for her there.

she plants her stuff down on the counter, letting her body relax after the hours behind the wheel. she starts to clean up some of the mess that she left on the counter when she hears squeaky footsteps come down the stairs.

“hey, you’re back already?” belly says, lurking into the kitchen to lean against the frame. y/n doesn’t say anything, she just looks at her and continues to organize everything. “what’s wrong, why do you look like that?”

“honestly, belly, i’m just trying to figure out what to say to you.”

“what do you mean?” belly asks, trying to think about why her older sister could have a reason to be mad at her.

“i stopped at cousins on the way home,” y/n informs her, belly knowing exactly where she left conrad.

“y/n, you can’t be pissed off because of what he told you-“

“no, belly, i have every right to be pissed. i’m pissed for conrad. you left him in the dust and you have no shame about it.”

“it just happened, jeremiah and i. i never wanted to hurt conrad, but im in love!”

“yeah, you were also in love last week with conrad. and the week before with jeremiah. you need to move on from them, bell,” y/n sighs, allowing belly some time to build another response.

“who are you to even say that?”

“because i’ve been there for both of them! i was there for jeremiah when you wanted conrad. i’m there for conrad because you are playing with their hearts like they’re toys. i can tell your hearts not fully in it with jeremiah, but i’m not gonna let you destroy those boys even more.”

“how am i destroying them?”

“belly, wipe that innocence off your face. you’ve managed to rip apart the fisher brothers because you cannot pick which one you like more.”

“but-“

“no, belly! listen to me,” y/n cuts her off before she can try and make anything better. “you couldn’t even contain yourself at susannah’s funeral because you were too worried about conrad. i know we are all grieving, but you are acting like you’re more worried about which brother likes you more. it’s exhausting having to clean up the mess you make over and over again. you’re slowly ruining this bond for me, for steven, for mom! you know i love you more than words, but if you keep playing with their feelings, belly, this family is going to be destroyed.”

“y/n, susannah told me-“

“use susannah as an excuse one more fucking time, belly.” the room goes deadly silent, y/n sick of the excuses and victimized mentality of belly. when steven comes stepping quietly into the room, he ganders softly into the chaotic mess that has formed between his sisters. she swipes her keys back off the table, grabbing an extra bag out of the closet. “i’ll be back.”

“where are you going?” belly says, eyes full of tears from her fear of confrontation. her voice was shaky, and y/n could still feel a sting of guilt in her chest. she hated to build a bigger wall between everyone, but belly had to hear it.

“i’m going to look after conrad, because you failed to do it,” y/n ends their conversation, slamming the front door behind her and moving to the car. she left the house with a terrible tone, but someone else needed her more. belly had jeremiah, taylor, steven, laurel, anyone she wanted. conrad had y/n, and that became enough for him.

[amnesique]

do you write smut? if you do, can you write the scene in episode 1(i think?) where belly tells conrad to quit smoking and he says "what will you give me if i do" but that it leads to smut?

and can you do it with x reader instead of belly if possible please, thank you so much :)

what'll you give me if i do? — conrad fisher

warnings: SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI!), dirty talk, fingering, protected sex, p in v.

there was a wave of fog that enveloped every girl that stood around conrad fisher, as if it was encouraging them to pluck up the courage to pass through it to try to understand what was happening to the boy, besides the silence that surrounded him wherever he was. and yet, none of them seemed to succeed. at least, not yet.

the fisher boy was sitting in the back yard, by the pool, with his feet in the water as he was lazily smoking a cigarette. something you saw him doing more and more that summer, even though that summer had just started.

being belly's cousin, the daughter of his mother's best friend, it wasn't out of the ordinary for you to spend the summer with them, although the fact that you jumped into the pool, as if was out of nowhere, caught him a little off guard.

he was staring fixedly with a cigarette in hand at the place where you had plunged into the water.

“sorry,” you murmured to him after getting out of the water, not before flipping your already damp hair back. "i haven't seen you here," you added, trying to adjust your vision, because of the water on your face.

"no problem," he replied dryly, taking another drag from his cigarette.

typical conrad fisher, you thought, as you suddenly just then noticed the fact that he was smoking, after your gaze had adjusted enough.

"since when do you smoke?” you asked him in a tone that was meant to be accusing, but it only ended up making conrad smile at the corner of his mouth, immediately after blowing the cigarette steam into the dark night sky.

"don't tell me you care," he said, running his tongue across the front of his teeth, accentuating his smile from before.

he took another drag from his cigarette, his gaze locked on you as he did so.

you didn't know what to answer.

you didn't care, did you?

but your mouth got you ahead of you and you found yourself telling him "i think you should quit."

"what'll you give me if i do?"

you didn't know what had made you stop breathing in the first place, his words or the way he let the smoke leave as he continued to have a smile on his face, this time actually looking more of a grin than a smile.

conrad knew that smoking can be attractive to certain girls, even for you —despite the fact that you had just suggested that he quit—, and he took full advantage of it.

acting on the spur of the moment, you swam the remaining distance between you and rose to the surface in just a few seconds. you put your arms on either side of his body, leaning on the edge of the pool for balance, and you suddenly connected your lips with his while he put out the cigarette.

he quickly took the opportunity to wrap his free arm around your waist to help keep you afloat, as he rushed to deepen the kiss the moment your lips parted slightly over his when you felt his touch on your wet skin, ignoring the presence of your bathing suit.

he was so good at kissing you that you were so damn grateful for his arm holding you. because if it hadn't been there, then you would surely have drowned already if you had to support yourself alone.

a faint sound left your lips as, using his hand around your waist, he pulled you all the way over his lap, lifting you out of the pool. a sound that he would've liked to hear endlessly.

only, being the wrong people at the wrong time, jeremiah and steven showed up outside the house, making a lot of noise before they noticed you, and you immediately pulled away from conrad, leaving him yearning for having you again in his lap.

you were preoccupied with looking at each other, both mentally cursing the two of them —conrad more than you—, that you didn't even realize what they were talking about. not until steven addressed conrad specifically, "come on, man, we're leaving," he said with excitement visible all over his face and conrad struggled to look away from you to look at him. "you ready?"

you weren't aware of what it was about, but it didn't matter either, because conrad was quick to turn him down. "actually, change of plan, man, i can't come tonight."

both steven and jeremiah looked at him confused.

steven raised an eyebrow. "how? why?" he asked.

conrad fisher was not a man of many words, so he just shrugged and said, "something else came up."

jeremiah and steven exchanged glances, not knowing whether to believe him or not, but neither of them would've thought that the thing that came up was actually someone and you were right in front of them. eventually they gave up and left the backyard, leaving you alone with conrad again and with a tension between you which could not be overlooked, the desire still being on both sides.

"soo," you lengthened the letter because you didn't know what to say, "good night, i think," you added and you wanted to leave, but he grabbed your hand and when you looked at him, you couldn't take your eyes off his gaze and the way you could see he was longing for you.

"good night?" he used a tone to tease you and a grin appeared at the corner of his mouth. "it would be a good night if you continued what you started."

"what?"

your cheeks flushed and you stared at him like a deer in the headlights.

oh, your naivety.

it attracted him even more that even though you were perfectly aware of what you had started, you were unaware of the effect you were having on him.

he pulled your hand so that your legs were around his lap again, placing his hands on your back, lightly forming circles on it with his long fingers, and his lips on your neck. when you felt his lips on your neck, you involuntarily arched your back and moved against his growing erection, having him gasping to try and keep his control.

"don't move," he warned you, his mouth now close to your ear as he lowered his hands to your waist to stop you.

but the area where you needed him was starting to throb and yearn for his touch, forgetting about the layers of clothing that would separate you both from making skin to skin contact.

you tried to tell him that, but instead you made a soft sound, almost like a whimper, and he couldn't resist the temptation anymore and pressed his lips to yours, kissing them as if hungrily as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

and so it was.

only he knew how often it became painful to see you in a short dress or a bathing suit, making him think about how you would look without any clothing item.

during the kiss, you started to rub against him again taking advantage of his carelessness and when your pulsing core made contact with his length, your lips parted and you sent a soft moan into his mouth, right before his tongue entered your mouth and entwined with yours in a dance of desire.

you continued the kiss for several seconds, conrad completely dominating you while you tried to keep up with him.

you broke the kiss, leaning back just as you could breath and whispered under heavy breath, "we shouldn't be doing this."

"why?" conrad asked you, breathing just as hard, running his finger over your bottom lip.

"anyone can see us here," you said and you weren't phased that you saw another grin appear on his face.

"let that be our last problem,” he replied and lifted you off of him, taking you over his shoulder and covering your bottom with his hand as he slipped through the back door to go up to his room, without you two bumping into the belly or even worse, into one of the mothers.

you reached his room and he put you down, with your back to the door, as soon as he made sure he locked it, and the way he looked at you made your thighs squeeze around nothing.

"i think you should ditch the swimsuit, love, or you'll catch a cold."

you swallowed hard, looking at him as he measured you from head to toe, and you couldn't go on even though you wanted it more than anything.

he noticed your avoidance and moved closer to you, playing with the strap of your swimsuit, his breath blowing lightly heat against your skin. he couldn't be more wrong than that. there was no way you could catch a cold, even though your bathing suit was indeed still wet, when your whole body was on fire for him.

"do you want me to help you?" he whispered, brushing your hair aside with his free hand so he could see your neck.

with your breath caught in your throat, you nodded your approval and his hand lifted your chin with two fingers, bringing your lips to his.

"with words, love."

you snapped out of your trance, muttering an "yes", just to urge him on.

his hands slowly went down one strap at a time, taking his sweet time to look at your chest as it was right under his nose, and he couldn't control himself and grabbed both of your breasts with his hands, gently massaging them, drawing a weak moan from you. he ran his tongue over one of them, continuing to caress the other as he removed the entire bathing suit from your body and moved down, wanting to run his mouth over your body, but you stopped him, instinctively grabbing him by the hair to get his attention, and he could've sworn he was almost ready to finish in his pants, right then and there.

"aren't your clothes also wet after the moment before?" you asked, and he gave you a knowing smile.

he pulled away from you, the smile still playing on his lips, and he removed one item of clothing one at a time, earning a sigh from you each time. you liked what you saw.

he was only in his boxers and started to come towards you, but you put your hand on his chest, stopping him. “not fair,” you said and looked at him seriously, so he chuckled in a low tone and took them off as well, leaving you both completely naked in the moonlight that filtered through the blinds of the bedroom window.

plucking up some courage and trying not to think about how big he was, you pulled his neck towards you and you kissed him, as he pushed you back towards the bed until you fell on it. he leaned over you, continuing the kiss and helping you get comfortable between his pillows.

"are you sure?" he asked and you agreed. he moved his hand down between you and when he reached your opening he felt how wet you were and he smirked against your lips. "all this for me?" he asked teasing you but inserted a finger of his inside you, making you open your mouth slightly. "shh, love," he cooed, and kissed you briefly, earning your moans as he inserted another finger and and he curled them just right so he can touch the place that made you lose yourself under him. "we wouldn't want anyone to hear us, would we?" he continued and asked you between short kisses,

you wanted to tell him you were close, your breathing becoming alert as you followed your release. but he already knew that by the way you squeezed his fingers inside you, so he suddenly withdrew, at which point you whimpered and felt your body begin to calm down, though you still felt the desire pulsing at your core.

"i won't let you finish until you finish when i'm inside you," he assured you and reached to grab a condom from the bedside drawer and open it with his teeth as he roll it on.

you moaned in anticipation, involuntarily clenching your thighs, but he pulled them apart, making a sound of disapproval and positioning himself at your entrance. "i hope you haven't changed your mind because i don't think i can back down now,” he said, tucking a strand of hair, that sticks to your face because of the moisture on it, behind your ear as he watched you while standing on his elbows at the either side of your body. and when he met your gaze, you placed your hands on his cheeks, kissing him and pulling him back down over you, giving him the answer.

he put it inside you, waiting a bit until you squeezed his hand to continue as you both moaned at the contact, and he picked up the speed.

"you feel so fucking good," he said and your moans had become his new favorite sound, he could have listened to you all day and all evening and he would not have had enough.

he was nearing his finish, and he couldn't resist anymore, so his movements became sloppier and faster, as he lowered his hand to massage your clit in small circles to help you both finish at the same time.

the only sounds in the room were your hurried, strangled breaths, and the sounds of wetness as his body pounded inside you, until the released washed up over you both, and he fell on your chest.

"it was amazing. worth quiting smoking for," he said unexpectedly from the euphoric high he was feeling, —more euphoric than the feeling he got from smoking—, and you giggled under him, hiding your face with a hand as the other one hugged his body softly.

[stariiiize]

imagine coming home, completely exhausted, barely holding yourself together. you open the door with shaky hands and stumble inside. you drop your bag by the door and just continue walking, not even bothering to take off your shoes or turn on the lights.

as soon as you see your partner sitting on the couch, watching a tv show while they wait for you, you immediately throw yourself into their arms, finally letting it all out. you cry, you sob. you’re just so so exhausted. so frustrated. so angry. so sad.

your partner doesn’t say anything. they just wrap their arms around you and let you cry it all out. you continue crying for you don’t even know how long and they continue holding you.

they gently run their fingers through your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ears and rubbing your back. their shirt gets soaked by your tears but they don’t seem to care, you being the only important thing at the moment.

after a while, after you’ve stopped crying, you whisper to them:

“please don’t turn on the lights.”

and they don’t. they continue holding you. the only light in the room is coming from the television which they then turn off.

no words are spoken after that. the two of you just stay like that, them holding you while you close your eyes and just let yourself relax - for the first time in a while.

[212-apricity]

1999 part three

another long one LMAO SORRY💀💀

this one’s a trip so get ur snacks, drinks and one direction pillows and blankets from 2014 because this one’s a trip🤭🤭

lmk how we feel abt this part and ur fav moments, enjoy!!

warnings: angst, blood, underage drinking, violence, swearing

conrad fisher masterlist

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Conrads pov

in…out

in…out

in…….out.

I clench my hands into fists to stop them from shaking. I shut my eyes as tight as I can to stop the tears from flowing out.

in…out

in………out.

Calm down Conrad.

she’s upset, she’s tired. it’s fine.

no, it’s not, you did this to her, you’re the problem here. you made her cry. you might as well be like that guy she was with.

That guy.

Dean.

I slowly shut Y/n’s door behind me and race to my car, ignoring Mom and Laurel’s worried exclamations.

“Everything’s fine, she’s okay, she’s sleeping right now. I just- I need to do something. I’ll be back soon.” I assure them quickly before grabbing my car keys and making my way outside.

calm down Conrad.

the only person who could calm me down right now is Y/n. I smile softly as she enters my thoughts but that smile quickly drops as I think of how she was crying tonight.

Dean.

My hands clench the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white.

She wouldn’t want you to do anything.

But the way she was sobbing in my arms…

Fuck this.

I turn the ignition on and start reversing to the main road before my car even has a chance to warm up. I drive for what seems like seconds and go to the place where Jere told me he saw Dean last after I drove Y/n home.

It feels like my entire body and mind are on autopilot. I don't even realise what I'm doing before Dean opens Thérèse’s house’s door and my fist connects with his jaw. I don't realise how much anger I had in myself until he falls backwards and I don't give him a chance to get up. I keep punching him again, and again, and again. I don't stop until the blood from his nose is dripping to his white tee, until it's all disfigured and there's more bruises on his face than the hickeys on his neck.

“You ever lay your filthy hands on her again and I’ll make sure you wish you were never born asshole.”

I keep walking to my car as Dean and Thérèse scream threats back at me and flip them off as I get inside and drive back home.

I make it back home and immediately go to Y/n’s room to check if she’s asleep yet.

God, I'll never forgive myself for hurting her like that.

I gently cover her with the duvet on the end of her bed and kiss her softly on the top of her head.

When I make my way out of her room and quietly shut her door behind me walking to the living room, mom and laurel are already waiting for me. I don't say anything as they take me in their comforting arms and hold me. It feels like they're holding me up as my body racks with sobs, threatening to give out at any second.

“I just…I just didn't want to hurt her I didn't know what to do I-” My sentence gets broken off as another sob escapes me and Laurel kisses the top of my head. “I didn't know what to do after you got sick and it got worse I’m sorry I'm so-” I say to Mom struggling to breathe as she shushes me and wipes my tears away.

‘I’ll be okay Connie, I’ll be alright.” she whispers smiling softly but the tears in her eyes tell me otherwise.

They hold me, letting me cry for what feels like hours until their words of sweet nothings and assurances blur out and my eyes get heavy.

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Y/n’s pov

“No, it’s not Jere you don't need the cover that's just for decoration. No trust me I know Bels, I've seen Gordon Ramsey do this like a thousand times on tv.”

Stevens's earsplitting voice breaks me out of the trance of sleep.

How can he be this loud so early?

What time is it?

I pull the blanket off me and start making my way to the kitchen where all the voices seem to be coming from.

Wait…blanket? I don't remember putting one on after Conrad left.

My heart drops to my stomach as I think of him.

My thoughts spiral my mind starting to overwhelm me until Stevens's voice pushes them away. Thank God for his optimism.

“Alright you guys ready?” he says optimistically at the two unsure teenagers next to him, “Stop looking at me like that Jere. Okay, 3…2…..1!” he shouts as he presses ‘blend’ on the blender without a lid and just as he does, all the ingredients in the blender splatter all over the kitchen walls.

“STEVEN!”

“OH MY GOD MAN!”

Jere and Belly shout at Steven as he looks around in a worried state at the mess he's made in the kitchen.

“Hey, what are you guys doing?” I laugh as I take a seat at the kitchen island.

“We were trying to make my legendary miracle hangover smoothies but since Steve-o here wanted to be a masterchef so bad he can take over and clean while Belly and I do it properly.” Jeremiah says as he throws Steven a kitchen towel and starts getting more ingredients out to make the smoothie again.

Belly comes up behind me at the kitchen counter and hugs me tightly, “Hey, we heard about what happened with Dean. I’m so sorry, he was a rat anyways. And Thérèse too.”

“Yeah, totally he was a dick.” Jeremiah agrees as he hugs me after Belly. “You deserve better Y/n.”

“God, when Mom told us I was ready to break all this guy's bones for messing with my baby sister and I swear I would’ve if Conrad hadn’t already beat me to it.” Steven says as he bins a chunk of fruit.

I laugh until I fully process what he’s said, “Wait what? Conrad did what?” I exclaim as worry starts to creep up on me and I get off the stool to find Conrad.

“Oh yeah, you didn't know? He's in the living room!” Jere shouts after me and I mumble a ‘thanks’ in response, too distracted trying to find Conrad.

I find Conrad fast asleep on the couch with his hair in his eyes. I sit next to him and brush the hair away from his face. I notice his knuckles peeking out from under the throw and I pull it away to show the entirety of his cut up hands. I gasp as I see them and hold them immediately examining them closely to see how deep the cuts are.

“M’fine I swear. You should see the other guy.” A raspy voice interrupts my thoughts and I look up to see Conrad looking at me sleepily.

“You didn't have to do this Connie.” I say, upset that he hurt himself over me.

“What, you think I’m gonna let the guy who hurt my girl walk around all fine? Had to fuck him up a little at least.” he smiles with his eyes closed.

I blush at him calling me ‘his girl’ although the words make my chest feel heavier.

Why wasn’t I his girl before?

I push the anxious thoughts away as he speaks to me.

“I’m really sorry about yesterday Y/n, I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you after you broke up it was shitty I’m sorry.” he says regretfully.

“It’s okay Connie don't worry about that right now,” I smile at him, “how much do your hands hurt?”

“Not that much. I could use a kiss though.” he smiles playfully.

I laugh and peck his knuckles carefully. One, two, three, fou-

Conrad lets out a loud hiss and furrows his brows in pain. Worry runs through my entire body as I ask him if I hurt him frantically. He bursts out in laughter at my reaction and tries to get off the couch.

“Oh, you dick.” I say as I push him down the couch and smile to myself as I walk away.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Come back baby!” he shouts behind me in laughter.

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timeskip to the beach

“Whoo! Yeah, let’s go Jere!” Steven shouts as he pushes his wet hair out his face and grabs his surfboard, getting in the water again.

“STEVEN! PUT YOUR SUNSREEN ON!” I shout at him knowing it's pointless and he’s just going to ignore me and get sunburnt again. Every year, I smile to myself rubbing sunscreen on my arms.

I look out into the distance and see Belly trying to surf but drastically failing, Jeremiah trying to help her and Steven trying to get Jere to watch his ‘new cool trick’.

Poor Belly. She’ll never get a moment alone with Jere at this rate.

“You’re not going to surf?” Conrad says as he comes up next to me.

“I don’t know, I’m not really feeling like surfing today, might just sit here and read.” I say smiling up at him trying not to look down at his naked chest.

He nods and puts a cigarette in his mouth, reaching into his pocket to light it up.

“You’re gonna slowly kill your kidneys like that Con” I say as I look in disgust at the thing in his mouth.

He smiles down at me as he goes to light it up but stops and takes the cigarette out of his mouth before putting it back in his pocket. “Well good thing I only need one kidney to survive.”

“I’d prefer if you had two.”

He laughs at me before making his way to the waves with his board.

“CON!” I yell after him.

He turns back and looks at me questioningly as I hold up the sunscreen in my hand.

He trudges back to me complaining about the smell and slightly sticky feeling of it as I rub it all over his back and chest trying not to blush.

I make my way up his collarbones, to his neck and finish with his face. I brush his hair out his face before smiling and whispering saying, “There. All done.”

He stares down at my lips and I stare at his as we lean closer, my heart beat speeding up by the second. His hand comes up behind my neck inching our faces closer and closer-

“Hey Con you coming?!”

ugh. Steven.

Conrad and I break away quickly before Steven has a chance to see anything and I awkwardly pat him on the back. “Yep. All done.”

“Did I interrupt something?” Steven asks, sensing the tension around us.

“Nope. Not at all.” I smile at Steven and see Conrad glare at Steven out of the corner of my eye. If looks could kill…

I stifle a laugh as I see Belly giggling at the scene.

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timeskip to car

We’re driving home with “Keep Driving” playing on the radio and Conrad’s hand holding mine.

Holding each other's hands like this has been a habit of ours for years, it’s just a comfort thing.

“Hey have you guys heard about that party going down tonight at Emmy’s house?” Jere says looking at his phone from the backseat.

A couple of no’s are heard from almost everyone until Belly says, “Should we go?”

“We don’t really have anything better to do” shrugs Jeremiah.

“Alright then. It’s a plan.” Belly smiles before we all start screaming the bridge in ‘Keep Driving’.

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at the party

Conrad and I walk in together hand in hand and go to sit on one of the couches after meeting Emmy.

We talk for a bit until we decide to get some drinks in the kitchen. We’ve never really been “party people” unlike Jere, Steven and Belly, so Conrad and I always stuck together in these things. We’d just stand or sit in some corner (with a pet if there were any) and we’d talk about anything and everything while enjoying the free alcohol.

“Thank you my good sir.” I joke, accepting the drink Conrad gave me as we make our way back to our couch. “Hey you know what we should do?” I say enthusiastically smiling at him.

“Uh-oh. What?” he says taking a sip of his drink.

“We should get tattoos. You and me. Matching ones. Emmy’s cousins upstairs and she’s got a tattoo gun, Belly was telling me.” I grin.

“For real?” Conrad asks.

“Yes Connie, I mean we promised we’d get our first tattoos with each other when we were younger so why not right now?” I ask standing up and downing my drink, holding my hand out expectingly.

There’s a pause before Conrad says, “Our moms would kill us.”

“Who says they have to know?” I smile mischievously at him as he says “Fuck it.” and grabs my hand pulling me upstairs, our drinks and couch long forgotten.

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timeskip

“Holy shit this is badass!” I gasp as I see the two tiny ivy leaves on the side of my ribcage. “I’m so glad I wasn’t one of those people who cry when they get their tattoos.” I said to Conrad who was getting his matching leaves on his left shoulder. “Please, you didn’t cry but you sure as hell crushed my hand.” he says, shaking his hand around before I grab them and kiss them.

“I’m gonna go put a little lotion on this it’s starting to sting, will you be okay here?” I say to Conrad and go to the bathroom across the hall after he nods.

I put some lotion on the tattoo and immediately feel better until someone barges in.

Thérèse. Of course.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” I say, trying to turn away from her but she stops me.

“We need to talk Y/n.”

“Excuse me? No way Thérèse. No fucking way.” I say trying to open the door behind her but she’s too quick and locks it before standing in front.

“Thérèse what the fuck?!” I exclaim, starting to get mad now.

“Just hear me out. Give me five minutes to explain myself. Please Y/n.” she says and I can feel the guilt and regret seeping out of her.

I don’t want to hear a single word from her no matter what she has to say but if listening to hers my only way out of this bathroom then…

“Fine. Two minutes.” I say and immediately see the relief on her face.

“I want you to know how sorry I am. I got jealous of you and Dean like insanely jealous and I…I guess I just wanted to be with him and I didn’t think you were good enough for him and I know how stupid this sounds but I swear I’ve ended things with him and I just want our friendship back Y/n. I’m so sorry.” she says and when she finishes, she looks like she’s on the verge of tears.

I repress the small part of me that wants to take her back and be friends again out of pure respect for myself.

“I feel sorry for you Thérèse, I really do but no. I’m sorry but no, I don’t need shitty friends like you. If you liked Dean before we started dating you should’ve told me rather than making out with him and being a bitch to me when I saw you. Like I said the other night, you two assholes deserve each other. Now move.”

I’m walking back to the room Conrad was in trying to forget the interaction with Thérèse, trying to focus on just having fun with my friends and Con until a tall figure stands in my way.

No fucking way. What is everyone’s obsession with getting in my way tonight?

“Get the fuck away from me Dean.” I spit his name out.

“Babe I’m sorry, I fucked up please just-“ he tries to grab my hands and I immediately stomp on his feet.

“I said get the fuck away from me asshole!” I scream in his face before he stops wincing and quickly grabs me and pins me on the wall.

He looks at me with pure anger and possession in his eyes, scaring me to the bone.

What he says next has my fist flying straight into Dean’s jaw.

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Conrad’s pov

I step out of the room as soon as my tattoos done to show Y/n before I see her pinned against a wall by…Dean.

Anger rises in my body until I can’t think straight but before I can say a single word Y/n’s fist connects with Dean’s.

A chill runs down my spine and I swallow back the acid that crawls up my throat at her cry.

He tests his jaw, rubbing at the place she hit him. “You fucking…”

I see red as I lunge for Dean, but my attention shifts when Y/n lets out a whimper.

“Ow.” A single year runs down her face as she checks her fist.

I don't think as I jump into action. She hisses at me when I try to assess her hand, all while she swipes the tears off her face with her non-injured hand. Something definitely doesn't look right with her pinkie, and she winces as I lightly run my finger over it.

"That doesn't feel too good-" Y/n curses as she brushes her thumb across her knuckles.

"That's what you get for thinking you could lay a hand on me."

I swear this guy has a death wish.

"Oh, I'd like to lay more than a hand on you, you evil fucker.”

Y/n tries to step around me, but I block her path.

"I'll handle this." I give her other hand a reassuring squeeze.

Her brows pull together as she shuts her mouth.

"I was coming here to check in on her and see how she was holding up after seeing me and Thérèse. I'm sure it can't be easy seeing how she’s never going to be good enough for anyon-"

Bone crunches beneath my fist as I slam it straight into Dean’s nose. A deep sense of satisfaction fills me as his head rears back, rolling with the momentum of my punch. Blood gushes down his face and drips onto the carpet.

He tries to staunch the bleeding, but nothing seems to work.

“Call me when you get bored of him Y/n." Dean laughs.

Something dark takes over me. "Get out!" I roar as I lunge at him. My fingers grip onto air as he stumbles backward, tripping over his shoes as he holds his head back.

The pressure in my chest doesn't lessen as he disappears through the double doors. Hopefully he returns to whatever corner of hell he crawled out of before I have a chance to get my hands on him again.

Y/n huffs. "Well, that didn't go exactly as expected." I turn around, finding her hand clutched to her chest. Her twisted expression has my blood rushing to my ears.

I shake my head at her and say, “You’re mad." I laugh softly.

She laughs before wincing at the hand pressed against her chest. "Ouch."

"Let me have a better look." My pulse quickens as I assess her injury. I'm careful not to touch the skin near her knuckles,keeping mind of the swelling. It doesn't look like an open fracture so at least that is good news.

"You're insane. There's no other explanation for why you would punch someone in the face without knowing how."

"I thought it would be like the movies." She finches as she checks out the damage.

"We need to get you to the hospital to have it checked out" I choke on the words, unable to process the reason I decide to make that call. I fucking hate hospitals.

"No! I'm fine. See!" She wiggles her fingers and recoils.

I'm hit with the urge to go find Dean but hold back.

"Why would you punch him?"

Her jaw locks together, and she looks down at her vans.

I lift her chin with my finger. "Tell me."

She sighs, and it takes an exorbitant amount of effort not to shake the answers out of her.

"Promise not to do anything illegal if I tell you?"

"No."

Her head drops. "You're not going to be happy."

"I'm never happy." Except for rare occasions. All of which she is a part of.

She looks back up at me. Her eyes have a sheen to them that has nothing to do with her injured hand.

“He told me to…”

"To what?" Every muscle in my body tenses.

"to be with him or he’d make me regret it." She looks away as if she can hide the way her face is a wreck of emotions.

I'm already halfway down the stairs, body hot to the touch and my head empty of any thoughts besides finding Dean and pummeling him into the ground.

I should have known he would try to pull off a stunt like this. Part of me had stupidly hoped he would have some sense of decency left, but it seems he doesn't have a moral bone left in his body. I underestimated just how far he would go to retain her.

Y/n grips onto my arm and tugs me back. "Wait!"

"I can't talk to you right now.”

I can't talk to anyone, let alone her.

You're the one who brought her into this mess. What did you expect? You could’ve just told her how you felt last summer and prevented her getting with Dean in the first place.

Blood heats beneath my skin. I try to shake her off, but her hold only grows more desperate.

"I need you to take me to the hospital."

I pause, seeing through the cloud of red haze blocking my decision-making. "What?"

Her misty eyes lock onto mine. "I'm in a lot of pain."

Fuck. I release a ragged breath and shut my eyes. "Jere will take you."

"Connie, I need you there. Please." Her plea is my undoing.

My plan to send Dean into a coma slips away as I shut my eyes and nod my head. "Fine. Let's get you to a doctor.”

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part three done!!

side note: i wanted them to get matching ivy leaf tattoos bc they reminded me of taylor swifts song ivy🍂🍂

again pls lmk what you think of this part and have a good day/night!!

also pls reblog bc these take me ten years to write and my friend decided to torture me by reading them out loud in a long call about aubergines🤡🤡

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LOST WITHOUT YOU

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pairing: conrad fisher x reader

summary: reader calls conrad to pick her up from a party after she can’t find anyone

word count: 361

warnings: drinking, kinda unedited

a/n: this is the first thing I've written in like a month and it's actually so cute 🫶

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conrad was the type of guy who cared about how you felt. if there were tears in your eyes that you were trying to hide? he would notice. if you were feeling uncomfortable in your body? he would notice. faking smiles to make others feel comfortable? he would make you laugh until you couldn’t stop.

and tonight was no different. ‘cause when he picked up the phone he could immediately tell something was wrong.

you went to a party with jeremiah, steven, and belly. conrad was at home sick. you drank a bit and were having a bit of fun. but before you knew it, the party was boring and you couldn’t find any of your friends. and they weren’t answering your calls. your last option was conrad. and you felt horrible to call him.

“hey conrad?”

“hey baby what’s up? are you okay?”

“um, im so sorry but i can’t find jere or steven or belly and i already started drinking. and i want to go home and i feel horrible to do this to you because you’re sick and i should find another ride but-“

“hey hey. it’s okay. i was already feeling better anyways. do not get in another car, i’ll be there in five.”

you both said your goodbyes and you waited outside the front of the house sitting by the curb. just like he promised in five minutes he was there getting out of the car and making sure you got to the passenger seat safely.

“im so sorry conrad.”

“no- hey, stop apologizing.” he cut you off, “i’m glad you called me. i would rather be throwing up on the wheel sick than you get in some random person's car and me not knowing where you are or who you’re with. okay?” he put his hand on your cheek and leaned in to kiss you.

“okay.” you sighed, “i’d be lost without you.”

he smiles, “well, I'll always be here.” before he shuts the door he kisses you again.

he puts his seatbelt on before opening his phone and calling someone, “and i’m gonna kill jere for supposedly being the dd and not having his phone on.”

[lilhughesy]

So my conrad request is basically the scene in season 1 where they (jeremiah and conrad) go to pick up the girls after they go skinny dipping but reader is there too and drives home with conrad?and smut but it could also just be fluff if you want

i’ve got you, always | c.fisher x reader

a/n: yay!! another conrad fic :) <3 thank you so much for the request, i loved writing it and i hope you enjoy. i had it super fluffy at first but it kind of took its own turn so i hope it’s ok. also, thank you to everyone for all the support for my writing recently — you guys make my day and i can never thank you enough. i love you all truly!

warnings: slight angst, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, and swearing.

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“are you fucking kidding me?!” taylor screams, putting her forearms onto the dock and searching, “i knew those girls were fucking bitches!”

belly and i swim towards her, “what happened?” belly asks,

“your fucking snake friends took our clothes and ran off, that’s what!” taylor hisses, “all that’s left are our phones.”

“they did what?” belly panics, lifting her high high enough to see the dock, “oh my god.”

i feel my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach and the colour in my face drain away. i didn’t even want to go skinny dipping in hopper’s cove but i did it anyways since taylor and belly along with belly’s friends were going.

“what do we do?” belly asks us, frantically looking around for a possible solution, “there’s a boat cover we could use!”

“are you fucking joking?” taylor scoffs, shaking her head, “absolutely not.”

“i’m calling conrad,” i tell them, grabbing my phone and clicking his name on speed dial.

i hear the girls bicker by me as my hands shake, bringing my phone to my ear, “c- conrad? i need you.”

“where are you?” he asks, concern laced into his voice. i briefly explain the situation as my lip quivers, “please hurry”

“i’ll be there as soon as i can, lovie. hang tight.” he promises before hanging up.

i turn to the girls and tell them that conrad is on his way while belly says that jeremiah is also coming. we patiently wait for what feels like hours in the water. i could feel my hands shaking as i keep myself propped up on the small dock since my legs were exhausted. my eyes were welling up with tears from anxiety — only hoping conrad will get here soon.

after what felt like hours, we heard a car’s engine running and then stop. he’s here.

“bells, n/n, oh my god,” jeremiah pants out, “i came as soon as you hung up.” he tells belly, “conrad is here too.”

on cue, conrad comes up behind jeremiah while holding a plastic bag of clothes, “nicole gave these to me. i hope everything’s in this.”

“thanks guys,” belly says sheepishly, “do you mind turning around?”

their eyes go widen in embarrassment but quickly turn around while taylor, belly, and i climb up onto the dock. we sift through the plastic bag, handing each other our clothes.

i quickly pull on my dry clothes onto my wet, water dripping body. i pull my drenched hair into a messy bun, with water droplets crawling down the back of my neck. the night breeze was freezing on my body. i shiver and close my hands into tight fists in attempt to stop the shaking.

taylor and belly are soon fully dressed again, in somewhat the same state as i was but much more collected than my embarrassed self.

“okay, you can turn around,” taylor tells the two brothers. they face us and motion us to follow them towards the cars.

“i can’t believe that they did that” jeremiah says, his arms crossed over his chest.

taylor scoffs, “i do, i literally called it that they were all bitches.”

conrad lets belly and taylor pass him to follow jeremiah, he gives me a small sympathetic smile and puts a comforting arm around me, “come on.”

we reach the two cars, belly and taylor whispering to each other, “we’ll ride with you, jere.” belly tells him before herself and taylor climb into the jeep. taylor gives me a quick wink before closing her door.

“see you two at home?” jeremiah asks conrad, who nods. the jeep soon pulls away onto the pitch black road and heads towards the fisher summer home.

“you okay?” conrad asks, facing me, “i’m sorry that happened, you didn’t deserve that.”

his hand is on my shoulder, his thumb slowly rubbing circles against the material of my shirt. i couldn’t even focus, and not in the typical sense when i’m around him. it’s usually butterflies, racing heart rate, heat on my cheeks, but this felt nearly the exact opposite.

it felt like my heart was being squeezed, my stomach was churning, and my stupid hands wouldn’t stop shaking. my vision was slightly blurry from the tears that were threatening to fall.

“you’re freezing,” he breathes out, “hold on”

he turns away and rummages around in the backseats of his car. conrad turns back to me and hands me a grey hoodie, his hoodie, “take this.”

i slowly take it from his hands, trying with every ounce of my strength to stop the shakiness of my hands. i didn’t want him to see the anxious state that i was in. it was such a stupid reason to be anxious anyways, taylor and belly were completely fine after getting their clothes. pissed off maybe, but not acting the way i was.

i have his hoodie in my hands but i don’t put it on.

“lets get you home, love.” he says but i can barely hear him with the ringing in my ears.

conrad starts walking towards his side of the car, assuming that i was also getting into the vehicle — but i feel frozen. stuck in one place.

why was it getting harder to breathe?

conrad’s hand is on the small of my back and my heart rate spikes up to an unbelievable high level, but not in that way. something is wrong, and my chest is hurting.

my hand goes to my sternum of my chest, slowing rubbing it as my breathing picks up. my body was trembling and my chest was rising and falling at a concerning pace.

“babe?” he stands up from his seat. my legs felt weak yet everything else felt heavy, why is it heavy? i feel myself collapse towards the gravel, but i don’t fall.

conrad was able to get to my side quick enough to prevent me from falling. his strong arms wrapped around me, “hey… hey, what’s wrong?”

i shake my head repeatedly, “i- i-” i stutter out and it’s hard to speak, my throat feels dry and it hurts.

he cradles me on the side of the road, “sh, it’s okay. nice and slow, what’s going on?”

“i c- can’t breathe” i tell him, his finger interlace with my shaking ones. he brings my hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on them,

“you’re okay, love,” he says softly, “you’re having a panic attack.”

my eyes widen, i’ve never had one of those before. i shut my eyes in fear. my breathing doesn’t slow down for a moment, if anything, it feels like it’s going even faster now.

“look at me,” he whispers, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind my ear, “baby, look at me please.”

i open my eyes to look into his blue ones, “breathe with me, okay? nice and slow.”

i watch as conrad takes a deep breath, i try to but i don’t think it’s even possible to breathe.

“in,” he inhales, i attempt at copying his actions by taking a breath of air in, “and out.”

exhale.

my breath trembles out of my lips, he slowly nods, “just like that, in…. and out.”

we take a few more deep breaths together, until mine regulates again. conrad smiles at me, “there you go, now do you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

i swallow, “i didn’t even want to go skinny dipping with the girls, i don’t fit in with them. they’re all so pretty and fun and everyone loves them. i’m nothing like them.”

a tear slips from the corner of my eye, conrad is quick to wipe it away, “so, i thought if i did it then maybe i’ll be like them. i thought they liked me too, fuck’s sake i’m so gullible. they all left! with me naked in some stupid cove.” i cry out, burying my face into my hands.

“oh, baby,” conrad coos, “sh…” he places a kiss on my hair.

he pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around my torso and placing his chin on my head, “you don’t deserve that, and you’re perfect the way you are. i don’t want to hear any of that ‘no one likes me’ shit, ok? because i do.”

“wh- what?” i ask, looking at him with watery eyes.

“i think you’re amazing just as you are,” he repeats, “you’re my y/n, i don’t want you to be one of those debutante sheep. i love you as y/n.”

my heart fills with so much love, i reach up to pull him into a kiss. he kisses me back immediately, his hands trailing up from my waist to cup my face.

“lets go home, yeah?” he asks after pulling away, “lets get you showered and into some comfy, warm, and dry clothes. we can cuddle and watch a movie. sounds good?”

“sounds perfect.” i blush, i finally pull on his grey hoodie. it falls to my mid thigh and it smells like him; cologne, cigarettes, and ocean water.

conrad helps me to my feet and opens the car door for me, “oh, and conrad?”

he looks down at me and hums, “thank you for coming to get me.” i say to him.

“i’ve got you baby, always.” conrad responds with a kiss before closing the car door.

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Guitar Pick 2 || college!conrad x fem reader

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part 1

summary: conrad brings you to cousins, everyone knows about your relationship except belly, who has a huge crush on conrad

pairing: college!conrad x fem!reader

warnings: angst, ends with fluff, jealous belly, steven being a good best friend

wc: 2.2k

here’s part 2 :)i changed it up from the request! i hope y’all enjoy im writing some more pieces for y’all !! i ended up not putting smut i hope you understand.

It’s been almost 10 months with conrad. After he asked you out at college, you both instantly hit it off. You learned all about his life and how he grew up in a home with his mom having cancer and her passing away last year and his dad cheating on her. But soon enough after he was a quiet guy he thought it was time to start opening up. He learned about your family and how they always didn’t believe in you so you proved them wrong. He has never been happier.

You met steven and jeremiah one night they came to visit you and conrad. And you instantly hit it off with them, especially steven. He became one of your closest friends when you hung out with him, conrad, and jeremiah. It was a fully platonic friendship. He was there for you and you were there for him. Conrad enjoyed that you got along with them so well. You 4 hung out as much as possible and they loved you and were happy conrad finally found someone that made him happy.

Conrad invited you to his beach house for the first time. He always talked about it and offered for you to come, but you didn’t wanna intrude. You finally said yes to visiting, one problem. Isabel, or as he calls her Belly, had a huge crush on conrad. Since they were kids. He never liked her back, never thought of her that way, but everyone knew that she was in love with him. And here he was bringing you to the one place she was at. One condition, conrad and you both decided to act as friends at cousins so he could break the news easily to her. So your mission was to act as just friends as possible.

“sorry about the whole belly situation.” conrad’s hand rested on your thigh his fingers tapping against your skin

“no, no. it’s okay i understand, you don’t want to hurt her.” you turned your head and smiled at him

“i promise i’ll tell her.” that was the last thing he said before pulling into the driveway behind steven’s car

You didn’t know what to expect. You felt as if he grew up with her his whole life that there had to be some sort of feelings he felt for her. To be honest you didn’t know what to think

When you both got to the front door of the house he looked back at you once more before entering. This was gonna be something for sure.

“hello!” conrad yelled throughout the house

“connie” laurel— who you have seen in pictures— walks around the corner from the kitchen and pulls him into a hug before turning to you “and you must be y/n! i’m so glad conrad found a friend at Brown.” she smiled at you “he keeps to himself too much.”

“laurel.” he let out a warning tone before footsteps from upstairs banged against the floor

“y/n!” steven yelled and ran down the stairs pulling you into a hug and then resting his arm over your shoulder “mom this is who i was telling you about.” it then hit her who you really were

“oh my you’re conrad’s-“ she was cut off by belly coming around the corner

“hey conrad.” she was pretty, so much prettier in person. it made you insecure to see how perfect she was and you weren’t, he looked like he belonged with her. steven felt you shift under his arm

“i’ll show you the guest bedroom.” you didn’t say anything but followed him upstairs and saw belly get on her tippy toes to hug your boyfriend

“is that y/n?” belly questioned stepping back and you lost sight of them only hearing them now

“yeah, yeah. steven and jere thought it was a good idea to invite her because she’s been really good friends with us.

“are she and steven a thing?” you looked at steven and he almost burst out laughing but put a hand over his mouth

“fuck no,” he responded laughing and you entered the guest bedroom

“i’m sorry about him,” he admitted as you put your stuff on the bed

“it’s for the best, i guess.” you softly smiled at him “i might just take a nap until dinner, it was a long drive.”

“are you sure? we were going to go surfing?”

“no i’ll just sleep.” he nodded before leaving the room and your insecurities and sadness stayed with you

Conrad checked on you before going surfing to see you sleeping and he didn’t want to bother you. So here he was sitting on his surfboard with jere and steven.

“was she okay?” he questioned

“you’re seriously asking that?” steven laughed

“man, you know she’s not okay. i know that and i haven’t even seen her.” jeremiah splashed water around and conrad looked down at a bracelet you made him on your 3 month anniversary

“dude how would you feel, put it into perspective. if she told you, you had to act as her friend around someone who was her childhood— put that in your head— a childhood friend who was a guy and had a crush on her and she told you just to be friends around him. how would you feel?” steven looked at him as conrad messed with the bracelet before looking up at his best friend

“i’m so shitty.”

“glad that got into your small brain.” steven scoffed. “she’s the best thing that’s happened to you since your mom's death, she has made all of us happy but you especially. don’t lose that con. because what i saw in the guest bedroom was an insecure girl scared her boyfriend was going to leave her.”

You walked downstairs softly hoping belly wasn’t down there. You didn’t know if you could handle trying to act in front of her. Walking into the kitchen Laurel was measuring stuff for dinner. She looked up and smiled

“hi, y/n. the boys are surfing you’re welcome to stay and help me or watch tv. whatever you want.”

“I’d love to help you if that's okay?” laurel seemed surprised no one has ever helped her with dinner

“i’d love that. could you chop the lettuce?” she pointed to it on the cutting board

“of course, let me wash my hands.” you washed your hands and sat down at the bar starting to cut the lettuce

“don’t worry, belly went out to meet up with some girls from last year's deb ball to the boardwalk, she shouldn’t be back for the next few hours.” laurel looked down at her phone, “life 360 says she’s there right now, you can relax.” your shoulders slumped down

“i’m sorry laurel, i just don’t know what to do. belly is in love with him and it’s just a lot.”

“steven told me that he’s making you act as friends?” you nodded

“i just agreed with him, i didn’t want to upset him. and i always wanted to visit here, he told me many stories of your families and susannah.” sadness reached her eyes when you said that name

“i’m glad you came. she would love you.” she moved some ingredients to the side leaning against the counter, “steven told me about you, i just didn’t know you were you when you walked in. he told me how he has never seen conrad like this before, the smiling and the happiness. his mom's death really affected him, it affected all of us but he had the worst.”

“yeah, he’s really great. i can see when his shield is up, the car ride here he was nervous. he doesn’t wanna hurt belly.”

“she will get over it, her and jeremiah are meant for each other. susannah has known from the start.” the back door opened and the guys walked in with towels, conrad looked amazing and you always melted when he didn’t have a shirt on “hey boys, dinner will be ready in like 2 hours, belly’s out with friends.” she said that last part looking at conrad and you turned to continue chopping the lettuce

“thanks, mom, love you!” steven yelled walking up the stairs and jere followed which left one body lingering

“i’m going to go grab something from my bedroom.” laurel made an escape. conrad leaned down into you and kissed your head, which he knew you loved

“just one night, okay baby?” you looked up and him and nodded “i’m really sorry.” the heat of his breath fanned your face

“is okay,” you whispered leaning up to kiss him and he grabbed the side of your face kissing you deeper before moving his head back

“i’m gonna tell her tonight, okay?” laurel came back down the stairs winking at you

“conrad go get ready for dinner.”

“yes ma’am.” he kissed you once more and took off upstairs

Dinner went okay. There wasn’t much talking going around the table. You sat next to conrad and belly was across from him. When you looked down at your plate you could feel her eyes on you and then on conrad. Steven talked most of dinner about his new job at the county club which everyone listened.

“so y/n, you have a boyfriend back home?” belly’s question made your head pop up and you put your fork down nervously

“um, no. really not much time for that stuff with class happening.” you shifted and conrad moved his hand to rest on your thigh

“well it seems you have enough time to hang out with three guys,” she said back

“belly.” laurel said making belly sit back

“no, no. she’s right.” you smiled at the girl “my last relationship was rough, so i took a break from dating. he wasn’t the best and ruined a lot of things for me.” you truthfully said and conrad’s hand rubbed you softly knowing your past relationship

“oh, well i’m sorry.” belly looked around the table at everyone looking at her

“y/n actually plays almost every instrument!” steven put his glass down he took a sip of trying to change the subject

Dinner didn’t go on long after that. Everyone helped clean up everything and put things up before dessert. You were in the guest bedroom grabbing a sweatshirt and the door opened slightly as you see your boyfriend step through the door and walked towards you

“hey,” he stood in front of you and put his hands on your arms “you okay?” you nodded but didn’t say anything “it’s going to be okay.” he brought you closer and wrapped his arms around you kissing your forehead “look at me.” you lifted your head looking into his eyes “i love you.”

“i love you too.” he leaned down and kissed you softly but that didn’t last when a gasp came from the doorway and both of your heads looked to see belly standing there

“belly-“ conrad started to say but she cut him off

“um, dessert is ready.” she then hurried off

“i-“ he looked from you to the door then dropped his hands and took off after her making your heart drop

Of course, he would choose her. She’s the one that grew up with him his whole life. The one he got the see grown into a beautiful girl, prettier than you. She had a crush on him and was in love with him. There was no point, you felt like you were just a distraction at college, waiting for her.

You didn’t see where they went, and you didn’t go to the table for dessert. You took a walk down to the beach and down the shore before sitting down hugging your legs to your chest. As some tears went down your cheek. You didn’t want to be a second option.

You sat there for about 30 minutes before a body sat down next to you. And you knew it wasn’t your boyfriend but your best friend.

“he’s looking for you.” steven didn’t the same sitting position as you “belly’s pissed but you’re nothing compared to her, y/n.” you shook your head

“he ran after her,” you muttered into your arms

“to tell her that you were dating and didn’t want to hurt her.”

“i don’t know steven.” you looked at him

“i’ve never seen him the way he is with you. he’s happy, y/n. he talks about you 24/7 we have to ask him to shut up.” you softy laughed “he loves you. we have never seen him love anyone like you. he constantly texts me to ask me about you so he doesn’t seem a bother to you. he constantly tells us about the story of you guys meeting at the guitar store because he thinks if he didn’t find you after, he would be lost in his life. i have not seen a smile on him since susannah died, you brought it back.” you smiled down at the sand and steven’s phone went off with his ringtone for conrad

“i’ll answer.” you gestured towards the phone and he handed it to you and you swiped to answer

“steven, did you find her? fuck i’ve been looking everywhere man.” his voice cracked and you knew he was on the verge of tears “i need to find her-“

“conrad.” you stopped him and he let out s breath of relief

“y/n, baby. i’m so sorry.”

“it’s okay.”

“no, it’s not. i’m sorry, okay? i told her everything and she’s mad but i don’t care. i needed to be honest.” you heard a door close on his end “you left your phone here, you scared me when i came back to tell you, you weren’t here.”

“i needed some air, steven found me, i’m safe.” you smiled at steven “conrad i love you okay?” he chuckled

“i love you more, now please come home so we can have dessert.” you laughed

“on my way handsome.”