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conrad fisher recs

ocean eyes | one shot, flangst | @cryonme

i'm right here | imagine, flangst | @lovesickfoolwp

take care of you | imagine, flangst | @s1ater

break | imagine, flangst | @cryonme

guitar pick | au, two shot, fluff | @tatoda

starlight | imagine, flangst | @pretty-little-mind33 (i really like this one)

dress | imagine, trifecta (smut, fluff, angst) | @mvltisstuff

haunted | two shot, angst | @toms-gf

what am i supposed to do if there's no you? | imagine, flangst (more angst) | @sourcherryandsprinkles

friends to lovers | imagine, fluff, smut | @cinemadaydream

everything | one shot, flangst but more angst | @julieloves074

hugging conrad | drabble, flangst | @fitzells

mirrorball | imagine, flangst | @mvltisstuff

healed and hurt | imagine, flangst | @probably-writing-x

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trying to write for someone new.

bad liar — nicholas leister

he is going to pay, you thought to yourself as you approached the specific red car when everyone was distracted by the break and the owner was who knows where, doing who knows who.

you opened the gas tank quickly, being prepared to pour quite a large amount of water into it, wanting to harm the engine of his beloved car. you wanted to hit him where it hurt the most.

you knew how much that car meant to him, like to any other boy.

"what the hell are you doing here?" a low voice came from behind you, in a harsh whisper, and your hand froze on the gas tank flap.

you intentionally let the container of water fall from your hand on the cold ground, cursing under your chin, not before turning to him, looking at him with wide eyes through your thick lashes.

"what do you mean?" you tried to play the fool, even though you knew he was good at reading you.

“don't act a fool with me,” he read your mind and put his hands on the car behind you, blocking your way out.

you took a deep breath and let your back to bend against the door of his car, which you had thought of destroying it just minutes before.

"who made you do this?" he asked, moving so close to you that his words tickled your lips. "was it ronnie?"

you exhaled the air from your lungs, over his full lips. "i don't know what you're talking about," you replied, trying to keep up with your role.

"is that so?" he asked, a rhetorical question, and moved closer to your ear, breathing over it, as one of his hands wrapped around your waist, squeezing gently. you were wearing a crop top and his touch felt like it burned you.

you nodded, surprised by his sudden touch on your skin, and he took the moment as a sign to continue what he was doing, slowly —but surely— moving his hand lower and lower. "are you sure?" he asked.

you stopped a sigh from escaping your lips, bringing them together.

you nodded again.

"you're not very good at acting against me, you know that, right?" he teased you, his both hands now slipping under the material of the black short skirt you were wearing, tracing its way to cupping your ass.

"fuck you," you briefly murmured the only words you were able to say, being lost in his touch.

a low chuckle left his lips, accompanied by his signature grin. "you would love to do that, wouldn't you?" he gripped your skin tighter between his fingers, pulling you closer to him, pressing you against his hard chest and earning a soft whine from you as you felt his bottom against yours. only a few pieces of material will stop you. "i knew you'd love it," he answered to himself, being too sure of himself because of the sound you made because of him.

"it's not what you think," you said, trying to keep control of your own body, but the weak tone of your voice was giving you away.

he looked at you, running his tongue over his cheek, only for him to grin again. "no?"

"no," you said, and tried to pull yourself away from him, but he pulled you close again, creating a slight rubbing sensation that made you close your eyes.

“you're a bad liar,” he said and took his hands off of you, as he walked around the car and got behind the wheel, getting ready for the race and leaving you to regret not being honest with him.

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another work of mine with jj maybank.

if i killed someone for you — jj maybank

warnings: blood mentions, sa mentions, anything ghostface related.

the pogues were going to meet at john b's house for doing something to waste their time, like getting high or something like that. it wasn't anything important. but the fact that you were late, something that was not in your nature, it made your friends worry.

you arrived quite late and found them outside, standing around a campfire, each one on a log of wood, with john b telling them something about some gold, while jj and kie smoked from a cigarette from time to time, passing it from one to another.

you sat down next to kie, giving her a weak smile when she made eye contact with you, and trying your best to stop your leg from shaking due to the anxiety that was still present in your body. the others had returned to their conversations, but jj couldn't overlook it. he saw that you were agitated, much more agitated than you usually were.

"yo, y/n," he gestured at you with his free hand, "what took you so long?"

you hesitated to answer.

john b added, as jj's gesture drew your friends attention back to you, "yeah, y/n, usually jj is the one being late, not you."

jj subtly showed him the middle finger, acting like a child, but not too much emphasis was placed on his gesture, even if it made you smile at the corner of your mouth.

kie placed her hand on your knee, which was still shaking, until you calm down under her touch. "are you okay?" she asked you in a calm and understanding tone, that would've made you want to cry if it was just the two of you.

"yeah, guys, i'm alright," you said, fake-smiling at them and putting your hand over kie's hand, giving it a light squeeze, trying to sound believable.

"bullshit," jj said, lighting another cigarette and getting the other three to agree.

"what happened?" pope was the one who asked you this time.

you couldn't lie to them anymore, you knew that. you already tried.

and you knew that if it doesn't work the first time, then there's no point in trying again.

you took a deep breath and your girl best friend's hand gently cupped your thigh, smiling to you as your eyes looked up to her.

"it was rafe," you said way too fast, without giving them the context.

all three boys stiffened when they heard that guy's name roll across your lips.

kie kept assuring you that nothing happens if you say to them, "what did rafe do?"

"he..."

you tried to tell them, but the fact that you were remembering that moment made you relive it, and you wanted to simply cease to exist, right then and there.

"what did he do, y/n?" jj repeated your friend's words, clenching his fists at his side, trying his best to keep his composure.

he didn't want to bother you even more and maybe his violent reaction wouldn't have been the best answer at that moment.

“i ran into him on the street—,” you stopped mid-sentence to add, “he was high,” then continued. “he pushed me into a dark alley, pushed himself against me, and started telling me how, one day, he was definitely going to get his hands on me, whether if i wanted it or not."

"what a douchebag," kiara said loudly, rolling her eyes and pulling her hand away from you so she could reach to the pack of cigarettes, to calm down.

for the same reason, jj suddenly stood up from the log he was sitting on, throwing the cigarette on the ground to put it out with the tip of his boot as he was running his hand desperately through his hair. he would've pulled his hair off of his head, if john b hasn't rushed to his feet to stop jj from doing anything else, as pope approached you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"listen to me," said pope, "that bastard is not going to touch you," he continued looking first at you, then at kiara. "none of you," he then emphasized.

john b eventually convinced jj to sit down, as jj pointed his finger at pope, adding "i'll make sure of that," while john b also sat back down.

from there on, the night went as usual, ending with you all sleeping over at the château that night. with you and kiara being the only girls in the group, you two slept in john b's room, but a sudden sound woke you up. the sound was the front door opening with an echo, an echo that made itself so easily heard in the stillness of the night that had settled over the château.

you didn't know what to do. you were afraid to check, even if you knew that you had not just one, but three boys, around you, who could've defended you in case of anything. but at the same time, knowing you heard something, you couldn't just bring yourself to go back to sleep either, without finding out what the cause was.

so, you plucked up the courage and got out of bed, as you opened the door gently, as not to wake up your friend, and with small steps you approached the door, passing by the couch where pope and was still sleeping peacefully.

wasn't jj supposed to be sleeping next to pope?, you thought to yourself, continuing to walk.

you put your hand on the handle, totally forgetting that thought when you opened the door, because of the anxiety about what might await you if you take another step.

but, when you wanted to take a look outside, you were pulled aside in a split second, the door slamming hard behind you, so fast that you didn't even had enough time to scream. and even if you wanted to do it now, you couldn't, because the one who pulled you had their gloved hand over your mouth.

you tried to mutter something, to struggle to escape the grip, which wasn't even tight, but in the darkness of the night all you could see was a white halloween mask in front of you.

their grip loosened, and you took a step back, muttering "what the…," but you stopped yourself, wide-eyed, when the person took off their mask.

"surprise, y/n," he said, still using the voice changer, even though he no longer needed it.

you would've recognized the blond that was standing in front of you anywhere.

"tell me this is a joke," you yelled at him in a whisper, without realizing and you walked up to him only to punch him in the chest, tears forming in your eyes, then you took another step back, just for your safety.

in no universe, not even a parallel one, could your childhood friend be ghostface.

you just couldn't accept that.

he grinned at you, and without answering you, he took off his costume and his gloves, letting you see, in the weak light that the moon was giving over you two, how his clothes were covered in blood.

you put your hand over your mouth, "no..." you said, feeling the tears running down your cheeks. "there's no way," you added.

"oh, but there is," he answered and moved closer to you to remove your hand and wipe away your tears with his thumb, making you feel soft under his touch and forget why you were crying in the first place.

"go on, cupcake, ask me whose blood is this," he said, being so close to your lips and letting a palm rest on your right cheek, "i know you want to," he provoked you.

then you made the connection.

the whole discussion before, his reaction to what you have told the pogues...

rafe.

"i did told you i'll make sure he won't touch you again, didn't i?" he said, running his tongue over his teeth and grinning again, right after.

"you're sick," you whispered, even though you were just as sick as him, because even though it had caught you off guard to find out the truth about him at first, now you couldn't say that you regretted what he had done for you.

he shrugged nonchalantly, then he also placed his other hand on your cheek, both of his hands being now on your face, as he said, “he deserved it."

inspired by @/vfxae_ 's tiktok edit of jj as ghostface (i know you want to see it;) ).

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her book deserve your full attention. comedy, drama, romance —all in the same book. plus, the dynamic between the sisters is more than wonderful.

If you're a fan of bridgerton or little women, hopefully, you'd also enjoy my book. I'm just an aspiring amateur writer, and it would be a great help if you could check out my book. Tips are always welcomed if given in a respectful manner. Thank you<3 Here's a link to my story:

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if you missed reading a conrad fanfic of mine— here it is. ♡

you found me — conrad fisher

pairing: conrad fisher x reader

summary: after you had a fight with taylor, your best friend, you felt the need to take some time away from everyone, but conrad invaded your space and wouldn't let go until he put a smile on your face.

you've known her for long enough to put her above your family. that's how close you thought the bond between you two was. and every fight, especially the ones that started over small things, hurt like hell.

now, for a reason that didn't seem important to you, it had come to a fight again. and you were on the beach, crying while your mind started some kind of a playlist of beautiful moments, and the tears just kept coming.

you didn't want to imagine what your life would be like without the person you spent every day with, the person you turned to and told them even the smallest thing... the person who knew everything about you.

you felt a light touch on your shoulder and you flinched, swallowing back your tears and suddenly turning in the direction of the touch, only to meet the most beautiful green eyes you had ever seen.

conrad fisher.

you always used to talk about him and how beautiful his eyes are with your best friend— oh, you were thinking again about her. and you could feel your eyes starting to water.

you were lucky that conrad hastened to kneel on the sand to be closer to your level.

"did you know that many male penguins gift female penguins with rocks in order to woo them?" he quickly said the first thing that came to his mind and cursed himself in his mind that it had just happened to be some lame fun fact about penguins.

you started to giggle weakly, forgetting about the tears in your eyes and the ones on your already wet cheeks, "what?" you asked him between giggles, and suddenly he didn't seem to regret how anti-social he could be at times.

his stupid remark about penguins had made you giggle and that was his new favorite sound.

"can i sit down?" he had asked you with a crooked smile, pointing to the patch of sand next to you, as if he wasn't already standing so close to you.

you kept your remark to yourself and motioned for him to sit so he changed his position, sitting cross-legged and looking at the sea in front of you.

"you're so distraught sometimes," the truth slipped between your lips before you could stop it, studying him intently from his profile while he still avoided your gaze.

he shrugged and said, "i was born the introverted one so that jer could be the extroverted one."

"couldn't you both just be extroverts?" you asked him and let your head fall into your palm as your elbow rested on your thigh so you could get a better look at him.

he could swear that the way you were looking at him, plus the small smile on your face from teasing him, made his heart race like he just ran a marathon.

"i'm not so sure,” he murmured, continuing to glare at you with love in his eyes, and you approved by nodding slightly and lifting the corners of your mouth a little more.

"so," he began, elbowing you lightly to make your elbow fall off your thigh, "why are you feeling down?"

you shifted your position, placing both of your hands behind you on the sand, for support, not before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear to get a better look at him, "i'm not."

"do you know one more thing you're not?" he asked you in a sarcastic tone, but you ignored it and nodded his approval to continue. "a good liar."

when you heard his words, you sighed involuntarily and turned your gaze to the sea.

the sea was stormy, agitated. it perfectly described your state, the feeling of anxiety you had when you thought that this time your best friend might be thinking of leaving for good.

"since when have you been lying to me?” he used a calm tone to ask you that as he gently placed his hand on your thigh to try to get your attention.

you put your hand over his hand and, starting to play with his fingers, you spoke, "it can't be called a lie if i just avoid telling the truth."

"then, why are you avoiding it?"

you sighed once more, looking at one of his fingers —the ring finger—to try to get your thoughts in order, and he was still trying to analyze you under his searching gaze. he cared about you, hell— not only he cared about you, but he had a thing for you for years. and he couldn't know you being sad, especially when you refused to talk to him about it.

he just couldn't stand on the sidelines and look at you being hurt like that.

"it's not that deep,” you murmured, suddenly wanting to ignore the discussion.

conrad raised an eyebrow and withdrew his hand from under your touch, only to use it to lift, using two fingers on your chin, your look up at him. "you should talk to me and i'll be the one to judge to stay if it's really that deep or not," he repeated your words.

you withdrew your head, also using your hands to make him remove his hand, and you swallowed the lump that stucked in your throat when you felt his touch.

"i had a fight with taylor again."

ok, maybe it really isn't that deep, conrad thought because he knew that you two had fights quite often, over small things. and yet, he refused to admit that you were right, avoiding to invalidate your feelings, and continued to want to know more than you offered him and yet, unwilling to cross any boundary of yours.

"you want to tell me for what reason?"

you looked back up at him and thought about it for a moment, then you agreed and he waited to listen to you when you wanted to.

"it was about a boy she liked and his new girlfriend," you shrugged, lowering your hands by your side, but he continued to pay attention to you. you could tell him anything and he would still pay attention to you. "she asked what i think about that girl, without telling me from the first that she is the girlfriend of the guy in question, and i said that she was pretty, and she got angry. apparently i should be on her side even if i'm not aware of the context." you said the last part in a sarcastic tone, fake laughing, with tears in your eyes. "it seems like a small thing to me, but it really seems to affect her."

"well," said conrad, him being the one to put your hair behind your ear that time around, "we can't know how much something we say affects a person, even without our intention. it's only important to assure them that we didn't mean it to sound like that, eventually we even apologize."

"i think you're right," you said and let your head fall on his shoulder for a second, thinking about his words.

but while you were thinking, you realized that he always refuses to talk about his problems, even with you, and then he had insisted on making you open up to him.

so, you raised your head and gave him a scolding look, "you never talk to me about what's bothering you."

he chuckled weakly and this time he was the one to put his head on your shoulder making you suddenly straighten up.

"maybe i should start doing it," he said and then out of nowhere he started to tickle you, which made you laugh immediately, even if you were taken by surprise for just a second.

he was happy to hear you laughing and being happy, in your own way, at least for a moment, while you were thinking that from then on it was going to be even harder for you to be just friends with none other than conrad fisher.

only if you had noticed all the small gestures, and you would've realized that your passion for him is not at all one-sided.

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the third and final part of my short tyler galpin (wednesday) series.

do i wanna know? — tyler galpin

part 1 part 2

pairing: tyler galpin x reader x xavier thorpe

summary: after tyler defended you in front of your ex-boyfriend, you helped him get rid of the anger, that was still running through his veins, in your special ways.

warnings: SMUT (18+, minors dni!), briefly violence (towards another character), car sex, angry sex, unprotected sex, quickie, switch!tyler galpin, switch!reader.

the sheriff kicked all three of you, —you, tyler and xavier—, out of the cafe to scold you. you were somewhere behind it, xavier sitting down on the couch, holding his head back to try to stop the bleeding, while you were sitting with your arms crossed over your chest, somewhere on the left side, away from him, but close to tyler.

"i can't believe you, tyler! you've stooped so low as to pick a fight with someone over a girl!" said his father, clearly very disappointed that all the customers had to witness such a thing. he didn't know how he was going to get back inside and meet the people there.

tyler rolled his eyes, while xavier had a satisfied grin on his face, pleased that even the sheriff was against his own son. "he humiliated her in front of everyone!" tyler continued to be on your side, losing his temper as he straightened his back against the wall he was leaning to, with his arms crossed over his chest.

despite everything, the fact that the galpin boy didn't back down even when he was scolded by his father and continued to be on your side, to take your defense made you feel an emptiness in your stomach. no one had done this before, not even xavier.

it was nice to have someone willing to fight for you.

xavier let a weak laugh roll across his lips and in a split second, tyler rushed to appear in front of him, grabbing him by the collar and slamming his head back so hard he slammed into the hard wall of the cafe, causing you to take a step back and look in shock, hand to your mouth.

"do you want me to help you get your blood flowing even harder and you don't know how to ask me?" he said to xavier, his jaw clenched.

his words made you feel more attracted to him.

but it didn't last long because the sheriff stepped in, pulling tyler, by the shirt, away from xavier, "that's enough!" he yelled and pushed his son behind him so as not to have access to the nevermore student in front of him, who was still holding his nose and was whimpering weakly.

"go home! and take y/n with you," the sheriff added, running his hand over his chin in frustration. "i'll stay here, trying to convince thorpe not to sue the hell out of you for all of this."

"i don't think so," muttered xavier, continuing to add fuel to the fire.

if the sheriff wasn't there, xavier would've been six feet under just because of the look tyler gave him at that moment.

he turned his back and he motioned for you to disappear as he yelled at his son, "what the hell are you waiting for, son?"

forced by the situation, tyler tore his apron off him and threw it on the floor, barely accepting that he needs to move. but he did. with you very close behind him.

but he didn't say a word, nor did he wait for you, until you two reached his car, which was parked also behind the cafe.

he got in first, slammed the door behind him and when he heard that you got in the passenger seat and also closed the door he took off, barely giving you any time to put on your seat belt.

"what's wrong with you, tyler?" you yelled at him as he continued to press the accelerator. "you act like it's all my fault!" you added, seeing that he was ignoring you, and you couldn't deny that even though it scared you to see how fast he was driving, it also turned you on to see how his fingertips clenched around the steering wheel.

upon hearing your last words, he exhaled the air he was holding in his lungs and took his foot off the accelerator, letting the car return to a normal speed, while his breathing was calming down in a slow rhythm.

“no way it's your fault,” he whispered, not looking at you, and you might not have heard him if you weren't already paying attention to him.

"so what's all this about?" you asked him, feeling yourself starting to get sensitive, gesturing between the two of you.

he ran his tongue over his lower lip, eyes still fixed on the road. "i don't know what you mean," he answered briefly and to the point, even if he was lying.

"you do know!" you said, and took off your belt, so you could turn to him. and when he felt your hand touching over his thigh, his whole body stiffened. "you didn't say a word to me in this whole situation and even though you say it's not my fault, you seem angry with me too." you added and continued to move your hand up and down, to get his attention, as you kept glaring at him. with pleading eyes.

no matter how hard he tried to stay rational, to ignore your touches and the gaze, that he could've feel even though he wasn't even looking in your direction, it seemed like his intimate part was making decisions at that moment, at the expense of his brain.

his jeans were getting tight and his thinking was clouded as his breathing was getting heavier.

“stop it,” he said, trying to take your hand off him, but you resisted, resting your hand over the top of his jeans, trying to take them off slowly.

taking advantage of the fact that he had stopped at a traffic light, being a red light, you turned his head with your free hand towards you and being so close to his lips, and with your hand unzipping his jeans, you said, "let me help you."

"no," he said softly, trying to lie to himself that he didn't want this, but making a faint sound as your hand finally unzipped him.

you moved closer to his ear, and moving your palm over the bulge in his boxers, you said, "i know you want this."

remembering that last time he was way too lost under your touch and not only wanting to get even, but also because he was driven by the anger he had because of your ex, he pushed you off of him, he pulled his pants back up on his hips and zipped them back up, then he started the car when the light turned green. and although his gesture should've hurt you, you clenched over nothing at his action and you pressed your lips together to prevent any sound from coming out as you pretended to look out the window.

after a few minutes, finding a place where he knew no one would pass by, he suddenly stopped the car and at the same time the air stopped in your throat.

"what's going on?” you asked tyler, looking up at him uncertainly and ignoring the uneasiness that had settled inside of you.

"get in the back," was all he said, looking in the rearview mirror.

"what—"

"y/n," he said your name in a tone that made you let him have full control of you, "i said 'get in the back'."

you gulped, the uneasiness leaving your body and giving space to impatience to install. and, biting your bottom lip in anticipation, you made room between the seats to slip into the backseat. you could already feel some moisture making its appearance between your legs.

letting you to wait, tyler exited though the driver's door and waited a few minutes with his hand on the back door opener. moments when you looked at him through the car window with the same pleading eyes from earlier, having the same effect on his jeans.

when he opened the door, you cautiously stepped back, leaning back with your head against the glass of the door opposite him, looking at him as if you were a deer caught by the hunter. you didn't even realize when your dominant part was over and his was just beginning.

he quickly closed the door, and then, with slow movements, he made room for himself by climbing over your body, with his lips close to yours. using the same teasing that you used on him. not just once, but twice.

you wanted so badly to kiss him, to taste his lips again, but when you tried to connect your lips with his, it took all the resistance in him to place a finger over your lips and to stop you, while leaning on you with his other hand, that he rested on your hip.

"please...", you said, although you didn't know what you were begging him to do.

a not-so-subtle smirk appeared on his lips, "what are you asking me to do, exactly?", using the same words against you that you had used when the roles were reversed.

and yet, what he wouldn't have expected was when you ran your tongue over his finger, sucking it. at that moment his dominance was slipping and he barely managed to be able to keep it on, as he withdrew his finger placing his hand over your neck instead, squeezing lightly. what he didn't know was that you were into it, but he found out quickly, when a squeal of pleasure left your lips.

to silence you, he kissed you, quickly, forcefully, as if he longed to do it again for a long time. and the hand on your hip made its way, between you two, under the dress that you wore, quickly finding its place over the material of your panties.

he felt the effect he had on you from the first contact with the material and he hurried to get it off of you, at the same time pulling down his pants and boxers in one movement. and yet, all this time your lips had not parted. besides, each of you were breathing harder, also existing a few moans here and there, from the both of you.

he hurried to line himself up at your entrance, suddenly pushing himself in and swallowing the moan you let out over his lips.

all the anger he felt towards xavier thorpe, your ex boyfriend, —and the fact that xavier had you before him and still he had the nerve to call you names, even though you were no longer his and you could do it with whoever you wanted—, was felt after in the first phase he withdrew a little and in continuation re-entering you as suddenly as the first time, with more force that time.

he continued to hit the place where you needed him the most, while the hand around your neck tightened his fingers around it from time to time, and the other hand made circles over your sensitive spot.

"i'm close—", you said between moans, but he was quick to come back hungrily on your lips, increasing the speed with which his hand moved.

continuing to move his hips into you with the same intensity, feeling you tighten around him, he pulled away from the kiss only to speak, with his forehead against yours, "i know, baby, you can let go."

hearing his words, you allowed yourself to forget about everything and feel how you came down from the high place where he had brought you within a few minutes, while you let out unholy sounds, which also sent him, right after you, over the edge.

he got out of you, but he didn't rush to get off of you, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck and inhaling your perfume as you felt yourself full of him.

“i'm starting to think this is becoming kind of a habit for us,” you said with a weak giggle that made him shiver. "i don't dislike it," then you quickly added to not give him the wrong idea.

he lifted his head to look at you.

"me neither," he said, rushing to kiss you again.

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i didn't know — anthony lockwood & lucy carlyle

pairing: anthony lockwood and lucy carlyle

summary: seizing the opportunity of a truly valuable mission that would also bring them the front page of the newspaper, lockwood & co decided to expand a little further, leaving the well-known streets and having to spend the night in a hotel because this mission was far from their home.

"remind me, why did we have to choose to come right here, out of all the possible missions?" george asked lockwood as they all made their way through the hotel's sliding doors, letting lucy enter first as she was the only girl on the team.

lockwood sighed theatrically, but lucy was somewhat amused by the situation, —more precisely by the fact that george and lockwood kept contradicting each other, not the fact that they had to sleep in a hotel room—, and he answered, "is it because this person is so important that," lockwood stopped in front of them, glaring at both of them, but more at george. "listen to me," he said to the curly headed boy and then repeated himself with the first word, "that, we could end up on the front page of the newspaper and have our capabilities recognized."

it was george's turn to sigh, and lucy, as if she started to think that it wasn't so funny anymore, walked past them with ease and headed towards the pretty receptionist who was smiling at them from behind the counter.

"good evening," lucy said politely to her, being followed by the boys. "we are lockwood and co and we would like to get three rooms, for one evening, namely, this evening."

being already aware of the accommodations made until the three got there, the receptionist gave them a sad smile and spoke to them in a sincere tone, "i'm sorry, but it seems that we don't have three available rooms."

"unbelievable!" muttered george from behind the girl, trying to be subtle and keep his disappointment to just the three of them.

as lockwood stepped forward, taking back his leadership role. "but what rooms do you have?" he asked, making sure to give the receptionist a smile, as if that would somehow change the situation.

she, passing with an all-knowing smile over his gesture, continued to remain polite and formal, "in fact, we only have one apartment left, but it's for 3 people."

george walked up to his teammates and whispered to both of them at the same time, "you won't see me sharing my personal space with any of you," then smirked as he resumed his seat as if nothing did happen.

before lucy could intervene in any way, driven by the fact that he couldn't give back because they were in an area they didn't know, lockwood spoke briefly and to the point without asking for any details, "we're taking it."

"wonderful!" exclaimed the receptionist and she quickly looked for the key, but because it was the last one, she immediately found it and handed it to them. "have a nice stay!" she added with her typical smile.

it was lockwood who took the key and thanked her, while george repeated his words, sarcastically, while going before them on the hall towards their apartment.

"so we're going to share a room?" lucy asks in a low tone, walking along with lockwood.

lockwood, due to the fact that no matter how much he denied it every time george or anyone else suggested it, he had a little crush on his so-called colleague, swallowed hard and cleared his throat before he answered. "i'm not so sure." but then, immediately, he turned to her and gave her a crooked smile. "don't worry, we'll figure it out somehow." he added and earned a smile from her.

"excuse me for interrupting your moment," george said as he suddenly stopped in front of them. "but i need the key," he continued and held out his hand to lockwood who was too busy gazing at lucy to realize they were in front of the door to the apartment where they would be spending the night.

george snapped his fingers in front of him, making him take a step back, flustered, and he motioned to the door first, then held out his hand in front of him again, waiting for the key.

lockwood took a second to process, looking down at the key in his hand and then to the door that had on the exact number that was on the key. "oh, right," he said after that second, handing the key to george, who could barely keep from laughing.

the boy hurried to unlock the door as lockwood and lucy watched him anxiously and when the door opened they realized they would indeed have to share a room. the apartment was small, for their budget —not that they had any other options left anyway—, but when they opened the door they had a single bed in front of them, and then a door to another room, and george had already made his point to them. that he doesn't want to share his space with anyone.

they put down their luggage, which wasn't much anyway, and after they were all inside, george locked the door and left the keys on the bedside table next to his bed. he threw himself into bed, quickly taking off his shoes and making himself comfortable.

"i really don't want to rush you, but some of us are really tired," he said with his hand on his heart, and immediately pulling the blanket over him and arranging his pillow.

lockwood and lucy had exchanged glances, aware that neither of them had made another move since relinquishing the luggage. lucy was the first to step towards the door of the bedroom and lockwood was throwing nasty looks at george behind her for all these subtle things that kept coming out of their friend's mouth, which the latter successfully ignored anyway, pretending to go to sleep.

being the last to enter the room, lockwood closed the door behind him and glanced around the room. a drawer, a bed, an armchair and... that was it. that was all the furniture in that room.

at least the bed was a double one. the only thing that was somehow good.

"i'm going to sleep on the couch," he offered immediately, seeing that lucy was still standing, not sure what her next move should be.

she blinked once, twice.

"how?" she asked barely audible.

"what do you mean 'how'?" lockwood asked and motioned for her to sit down and she did as he said but continued to look at him with a hint of disbelief.

she took a deep breath, which made him lose himself in thought. "it's uncomfortable to sleep in an armchair after a day full of research," she said, crossing her arms over her chest and he tried his best to pay attention only to her words and not to anything else.

"i'll handle it," he replied, not thinking his words through. because as much as he was paying attention to her words, he had come to study her lips far too closely. the way they curve every time she pronounce a letter, or the way...

he had to stop.

she rolled her eyes, ready to argue with him, but when she wanted to say something, he had the impression that she was going to scold him for the way he was studying her lips —when she hadn't even noticed—, so he had thrown himself into the armchair. "see?" he said, a big but fake smile on his lips. "like i said, i'll handle it."

lucy gave up for a moment and went to turn off the light, while lockwood tried to make himself comfortable in the place he had chosen. after that, she sat down in her own place.

it didn't seem right for her to sleep alone in such a big bed, while lockwood, who was also quite tall on top of that, tried to squeeze into that armchair. she didn't really have anything left to do to make him change his mind if he chose to be so stubborn, did she?

they both tried to sleep but couldn't because they were thinking about each other. lucy was thinking about how if he didn't feel at that moment, then he would for sure feel it the next day, because lockwood would be sleeping in such an uncomfortable position. as for him, lockwood couldn't get out of his head what an idiot he was for thinking of lucy as more than a simple colleague, hating to prove george right about those things about them had been saying over time.

"lockwood?" asked lucy in a whisper, when she had had enough of knowing him in that place, hoping he wasn't asleep yet. "are you sleeping?" she continued, so that if he had fallen asleep, at least he would've woken up to hear her.

he was looking at the ceiling, thinking whether or not he should answer her.

he had decided not to do it and when this happened and he was about to fall asleep, lucy's voice was heard when he least expected it.

"lockwood!" she shouted for the second time, even if it was a whispered shout, louder than lockwood would've expected.

so, immediately after her whispering shout, there was heard a loud bang and she quickly got out of bed, in fright, to turn on the light bulb. only to see the boy, lying on the floor, rubbing his head hard after making sudden contact with the floor.

lucy quickly fell down in front of him. "did you hurt yourself badly?" she asked, taking her role as the mother of the group —or maybe more— seriously and analyzing his head, shaking it from side to side.

he tried to nod, but his gesture was not noticed by the frightened girl. because even though lucy had stopped shaking his head, she continued to watch him carefully and be vigilant in case she noticed any kind of wound.

"i told you that it's not a good idea to sleep in the armchair!" she held him accountable, leaving without realizing her palm on his palm —which was helping him maintain his weight enough to keep his head up—.

he smiled, a very real smile this time, "you didn't really use those words, but yes, you told me so."

lucy pulled her hand back to slap him on the shoulder and she suddenly felt the lack of warmth of her body next to him, though the touch was barely perceptible. "don't try to act hurt," she said, guessing in advance that he was going to complain that the area where she hit him hurt, "i already saw that you are fine."

he sighed and before answering her, lucy stood up and with her hands on her hips and she told him, "get on the bed!", but he kept smiling like a fool at the way the girl was trying to be authoritative.

"i told you to get in bed, not smile like an idiot!" she continued, but he wasn't listening so she made a frustrated noise and turned the light bulb back off. "fine, have it your way." she said and got back into bed. "i don't care anymore."

this time she would actually try to fall asleep.

she was going to ignore any thoughts she might have had about lockwood because he was just a stubborn bastard who happened to be far too good looking— in fact, he was a bastard that only thought about himself— in fact, he was busy with other things that he didn't even notice her— in fact...

she had actually come to think of lockwood more than she had the first time, if that was even possible.

and she lied to herself that she would've managed to fall asleep, if she hadn't felt movement behind her when that much too good-looking bastard, who happened to be her colleague, had decided that neither the floor nor the armchair were comfortable enough for him.

"sorry if i pissed you off, luce" he whispered, but she pretended to be asleep, so he continued, "it's just..." maybe he wasn't thinking clearly then, but he kept talking. "it seems to me that you're much more beautiful when you boss me around."

"and there's a chance i'm a bit of a masochist when it comes to you," he added, laughing lightly, thinking of the times when he continued to hold on to her, just so she wouldn't give up on him.

upon hearing these confessions, lucy felt how the air stopped in her throat and how suddenly the room had heated up too much. she could've sworn that the fall caused some kind brain damage to lockwood.

"luce?" he repeated her name, checking once again if she was asleep, hoping he hadn't been heard. but she pretended again, letting him believe that she was in fact asleep.

and after that, him continuing to think he hadn't been heard and eventually falling asleep and she barely managing to fall asleep, knowing he was so close to her and knowing he'd admitted to her without realizing there was more between them than they'd lied to the othera that it was, in the morning george managed to enter their room. only for him to find the two, in a situation in which he would not have imagined, but deep down he would've hoped to find them.

though lucy had her back turned to lockwood, still trying to ignore his presence, even in her sleep, lockwood's arm was wrapped around her body, holding her so close to him.

those liars, george thought. colleagues my—

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if you missed reading anything written by me, check out my last two posts written for tyler galpin (and xavier)! ✨️ this is the second part.

jealous, jealous, jealous boy — xavier thorpe x reader x tyler galpin

pairing : xavier thorpe x reader x tyler galpin

summary : less than a week after you slept with tyler to get revenge on xavier, your ex, he finds out about it and comes after you to ask you for explanations, as if you were obliged to give them to him.

warnings : mentions of sex, mature language, angst, slut-shaming, name calling

part 1

"you won't believe it when i tell you!" enid said to wednesday in a sing-song tone, taking her usual place at the table, looking left and right, hoping that you or xavier weren't around.

wednesday's facial expression was the same as before, without expressing any emotion, despite her roommate's enthusiasm. no one could tell what was going through her mind. not even enid. but she continued anyway.

enid was known to know everyone's gossip, so it didn't take long for her to find out about what you did to get back at xavier when he broke up with you.

"as soon as xavier broke up with y/n a few days ago," enid started whispering in the girl's ear, though she was still unfazed, "she went to weathervane and she ended up having sex with tyler."

wednesday wanted to roll her eyes at her roommate's words, but she restrained herself from only pulling away from the girl to stare at her intently. "why should i care?"

"why should you care?" the girl repeated after her, her eyes widening. it was the first time that someone remained unimpressed by such gossip, but probably should have expected that from the wednesday addams.

wednesday nodded lightly. if you weren't paying attention, you wouldn't have noticed.

"do you really find it so uninteresting that y/n slept with tyler?" enid asked her, forgetting to speak in a whisper and turning a few looks towards her.

suddenly, being the wrong man at the wrong time, xavier thorpe had appeared near the two girls and happened to hear the last words of the girl with blonde hair, dyed at the tips.

he couldn't believe his ears.

"y/n slept with tyler?" he asked, a short and to the point question, feeling like a damn joke while the rest of the students sighed in surprise while enid put her hand over her mouth, regretting the words that came out of it.

nobody said anything.

xavier swallowed hard and cleared his throat, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "where is y/n?"

"xavier—", enid wanted to say something, feeling stupid that she was so talkative and that the boy found out this kind of news from her, in front of everyone... but wednesday got ahead of her.

"she's at weathervane."

of course that she is there, xavier thought and hurried to leave the school yard, ignoring the looks of pity that were thrown at him, and to hurry to reach the cafe before the end of the lunch break.

meanwhile, not knowing that what you did became the gossip of the week at nevermore academy, you quietly drank you coffee while running your fingers on the stem of the cup and kept you eyes on tyler, who was now taking the order at a table close by.

however, you silence didn't last long because xavier came through the door like a tornado, drawing other looks at him, from the locals of jericho, and startling you when he sat down across from you.

"tell me you didn't actually do it." he said, getting straight to the point, making an effort to look at you with his now dark eyes.

tyler took the order, but stood still, looking at you, twirling the notebook in his fingers, ready to intervene. not because you needed his help, but because he barely had you and didn't want anyone to intervene, especially thorpe.

being truly taken by surprise, you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "do what, exactly?"

"you know what i'm talking about." he answered you, putting a hand on the table, wanting to touch you. in that moment tyler wanted to come to you, but you got scared because of the darkness in xavier's eyes and withdrew your hand, following to let your both hands slip from your cup, and he remained in place, staring at the golden brown-haired boy with clenched jaw.

"no, xavier," you replied in a calm tone, explaining how much the situation was stressing you out, "i have no idea what you're talking about."

"you fucked galpin!" the words came out of his mouth louder than he intended and you swallowed hard.

tyler gave up the damn trust that you were doing fine on your own and approached your table, taking advantage of the fact that he screamed to motivate his intervention.

he put his hand on xavier's shoulder, saying "ok, man, if you keep yelling like that, i'll have to kick you out of the cafe." as if he gave two fucks about his clients at that moment.

xavier snarled, pulling his shoulder out from under tyler's palm so fast it felt like it was burning. "don't you fucking try to touch me!" shouted the boy from the nevermore academy.

tyler threatened him again, this time just with his look, running his tongue furiously across the front of his teeth.

"you fucking fucked my girlfriend, man!" said the boy, standing up, him looking down at him, taking advantage of the fact that he was a little taller. "such things are not done!"

"she wasn't your girlfriend!"

"i wasn't your girlfriend anymore!"

you both said at the same time. first tyler, dropping his head a little to one side, and the second you, getting up from the table too.

xavier had a fake smile on his lips, which instead of hiding his disappointment from the rest of the world, emphasized it more, and he was close to you in less than a second, ignoring the palm tyler placed on his chest to slow him down. "so you admit you did it!" he concluded after your words, raising an accusing finger at you.

driven by the fact that not only was he making fun of himself, but you and tyler at the same time, you erased the space left between you, grasping him by his finger to force him to put it down. "i don't have to admit anything to you. get that in your head, okay?" you asked him rhetorically with a fake smile on your face. "i can sleep with whoever i want as long as you broke up with me." you added and turned on your heels as tyler withdrew his hand, both of you thinking that it was over.

you were so close to leaving the cafe, taking advantage of the fact that you hadn't made a fool of yourself yet, but his voice stopped you, with your hand on the door handle.

"you know what makes yku, don't you?" he asked you and you instinctively turned to give him one last look. "a whore." he formed the word, just by moving his lips, no sound being heard. and somehow, that hurt more.

without thinking, acting on the spur of the moment, tyler pulled him by the collar of his nevermore academy shirt, and punched him directly in the nose, channeling all his anger into that blow.

putting his hand to his nose, and ignoring the bleeding, xavier gave tyler a fake laugh. "that's all you can do?" he asked, trying to mock him, then he turned to you. "have your standards really gone that low?" he asked you, continuing to ignore how his blood was pumping because of the blow.

"don't talk to her!" tyler got in front of him and grabbed him by the collar again.

xavier laughed again, "what are you going to do?" he asked and didn't give him time to answer. "are you going to hit me again?" but as soon as he said this, he changed his mind. "or, oh no, are you going to fuck my girlfriend again?"

"for the last fucking time," tyler said each word through his teeth, squeezing them together as hard as he squeezed fist around his throat. "she was not your fucking girlfriend."

xavier wanted to say something else, but instead he struggled to breathe, making only weak sounds. tyler's gaze took a very dark turn, and you didn't know whether to feel scared, because it was the first time you'd seen him so enraged, or to get turned on because, oh, how good he looked when he defended you.

the door opens and you quickly step aside, still watching from the sidelines as tyler didn't seem to want to let go of xavier.

"what the hell is going on here, tyler?" a very familiar voice thundered throughout the cafe and only then did you move your gaze towards that person, realizing that the person who had just entered was tyler's father. the sheriff.

only then did tyler let go of the boy, who fell towards the edge of the table where you were sitting, clinging to it, to struggle to breathe again normally.

and you would find yourself talking even though you actually knew you were the reason. "believe me, sheriff galpin, i'd like to know that too." you said with a sly smile, making eye contact with tyler, as if he didn't have much left and was killing your ex-boyfriend.

apparently one of the customers announced the sheriff about that whole circus.

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as much as i adore how many followers and how many notes my posts got on this blog, i'm still that mad that i can't write comments from here because it's not my primary blog, that i created another one. so if you're seeing this and you enjoy my content, feel free to follow me on @amnesique . <3 much love.

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right where you left me; part 2 — jj maybank

part 1

pairing : reader x jj maybank x kiara carrera

summary : after secretly liking kiara for several years (and leaving you to be with her), jj thought that he would be on cloud nine when he heard her saying she felt something for him. after all, he took a risk. but was it worth also risking his relationship with you? and what if they were better off as best friends than lovers?

jj and kiara were celebrating a month since they were together when they came to the restaurant where you worked, and now, as the second month started since the two of them were a couple, things had started to get complicated because 'the honeymoon phase' has passed.

they had started arguing about little things, like that one time when jj refused to help kie to clean after they had a party at the chateau. or when she wasn't on his side when he quarreled with pope, as if she was supposed to take their childish quarrels seriously.

and all this just because kiara was still feeling guilty after finding out that you were dumped because of her, and because jj had started to realize that the spark he felt when she told him she liked him had meanwhile started to go out because you can't make a thing that's already finished continue, no matter how much you want it. it's just not the same as it used to be. not always. and unfortunately, not in this case.

with a little time before going to the party on the beach, where jj knew there would be a lot of people, probably you too, he felt uneasy. and being next to kiara, outside in the hammock, waiting for the rest to be ready, he didn't say anything. and the silence of the night and the silence between the two of them was really starting to affect kiara. she also felt that they were not suitable as a couple. this situation was not beneficial to any of them.

so... she was the one who opened the inevitable discussion.

"where would you like to go for our one year anniversary?" she asked, placing her palm over jj's hand to bring him down to earth.

it was a trick question, to see if he could see his future with her as her lover.

caught by surprise, having his mind elsewhere, he asked "do you think we'll catch the one year anniversary?"

she nodded. "don't you?" she asked gently. she cared for him, but it hurt her more to see him absent.

love cannot be forced and she understood that. feelings come and go. none of them deserved to suffer and continue, if they were not happy.

jj realized too late that his mouth spoke first and sighed, only to release his hand and turn his body towards her to get a better look at her. "kie..."

"just tell me if you still have feelings for me, jj. I promise i won't be upset if the answer is negative." she smiled at him. "we both deserve the truth."

"i—" he wanted to say something, but he stopped. then he took a second to put his thoughts in order and continued. "i was so fixated on the idea of having you, that I didn't think that things had changed in the meantime. i tried to bring to life some feelings that, unfortunately for both of us, but more so for you, had set in a long time ago. i feel so bad, kie." he stops talking and puts his hands on his head, avoiding her gaze. "i don't deserve you."

"jj..." she whispered his name and reached out to take his hands off his face. to make him look at her. "it's not about who deserves whom, j. some relationships are just not meant to work, even if the persons care about one another."

"you're not mad at me?" he asked, and her heart broke.

she didn't want to make him feel that way. she wanted to be in his life, but she didn't want to have the wrong role. and the role of being his girlfriend did not suit her.

"why would i be mad at you, fool?" she teased, making him smile. "you didn't intentionally do something to hurt me, did you?"

he shooked his head and the silence fell again, to let them put their thoughts in order.

"so, we really broke up?" he asked her as he helped her out of the hammock, after he had gotten out first.

she approved, holding out her hand so that he could help her and when she reached the ground, next to him, she raised a finger towards him. "but don't think that means you got rid of me!" she threatened him to loosen the atmosphere a bit.

"i wasn't planning on doing that." he said honestly, smiling down at her.

so, during the party, where jj saw you at topper's arm, he started to feel guilty. he had given up on you to run away towards an obsession he had a long time ago. only to see that that obsession was just an idea created in his mind and that the reality it didn't have the same charm.

he was standing away from the group and from the rest of the world, at the bonfire, looking at you as he took sips of his beer.

he did not noticed pope when he sat down beside him, until he put his hand on his shoulders. "hey." pope said and by the time jj was looking at him, he was also looking in your direction. "isn't she the girl you were seeing before?"

"who? her?" jj was acting dumb, taking one last look at you, when you were laughing at something topper had said, turning then his full attention to his friend.

"yeah." pope gave him a small smile, feeling a little bit bad for bringing it up. "what was her name? y/n?"

"yeah. y/n y/l/n." he said and set the bottle down next to him after he finished drinking it. "she's a pogue." he added and shrugged, as if he knew that mentioning this detail was not important, but he said it anyway.

seeing him so miserable, pope felt sorry for him, on the inside, but on the outside he refrained from laughing at him. how dumb must he be to not to do something about it when it was so clear that seeing you with a topper bothered him? and he knew from kiara that the relationship between them wasn't working, so they ended it a few hours ago. he had to open his eyes.

"what?" he suddenly turned towards him, with a grimace on his face, when jj saw him grinning at him.

"what do you mean?" pope hurried to defend himself, raising his hands in the air. "i didn't said or did anything!"

however, the grin was still on his face.

"well, your face sure does!" jj replied and rolled his eyes.

pope started laughing and jj hit him in the arm, making him fall from the beach chair he was sitting on.

pope continued to laugh, shouting at him "you're jealous!".

"no, i'm not."

just like pope's face earlier, his face also said otherwise.

while jj helped pope up, feeling bad that he had pushed him, you appeared in front of them. "who's jealous?" you asked looking at both of them and jj's jaw clenched when he saw you.

speaking of the devil.

"oh!" said the pope and pretended to hear something, putting his hand to his ear as he rose from his chair. "was that john b?"

"sit—" jj wanted to tell him to sit down, but he was quieter than you and he wasn't heard.

"i didn't hear anything."

you looked at him strangely, with an eyebrow raised.

"i'm sorry, bro, i've got to go." he said and put his hand on jj's shoulder again, squeezing it gently this time. "see you later, y/n!"

and with that being said, he had disappeared from the landscape, leaving you two alone. jj, cursing him in his mind, and you, being perplexed.

you wanted to sit next to him, but he got up and he tried to keep the distance between you.

"is that how it will be from now on?" you asked, speaking louder so he could hear you, and he stopped in his tracks.

a few seconds had passed, seconds in which he inhaled deeply, until he turned to look at you.

"what are you talking about?"

"what am i talking about?” you snorted, feeling yourself getting angry. "before you came to the restaurant, i hadn't seen you for about a month! you ignore me!"

he crossed his hands over his chest, looking at you intensely. "i don't want to hurt you more than i already have."

"really?" you asked him, fake laughing, and he approved. "do you think it would hurt me if you behaved like a normal person and at least said hello when i'm passing by?" you didn't give him time to answer and continued, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes. "no, jj! it hurts me even more when you pretend you don't know me!"

and he felt miserable. he let his arms fall to his side, but his gaze was still on you so he felt countless knives being stabbed into his heart when he noticed your eyes shining with tears.

you were crying again. because of him.

"i thought i was doing us both a favor by avoiding seeing you." he whispered, not sure if he should say it out loud.

"how the hell would that do me a favor, hm?" now you were the one who crossed her arms over her chest after running a nervous hand through your hair.

"i don't know, okay?" he said harshly and rolled his eyes. "i don't know what i'm doing and standing so close to you doesn't help me at all!"

you smiled sadly, and wanted to turn to leave. "then excuse me, i will be leaving."

but he stopped you. as you had done with him.

"y/n, please." he said your name like a prayer, asking you to stay by his side. "i'm trying my best to do the right thing, but i don't know how the hell i manage to hurt the people I care about in the process. i didn't mean it to sound like that, believe me."

you stopped and sighed, "so what was that supposed to sound like, j?"

he knew that he was the one who had put an end to it. he knew that he had run away from you to run after an unreal illusion, and now, when he still felt attracted to you when you were close to him and jealous when you were around another boy, he thought he didn't deserve to even talk to you. but he wanted to. he wanted to share with someone what he was thinking because then, after hearing himself say his thoughts out loud, maybe they would make more sense.

"when kiara told me that she liked me, i let myself be led by the impression that i could feel for her what i once felt, and i made the mistake of putting an end to what we had. in that month in which i didn't look for you and i tried to avoid you, i kept lying to myself that the feelings i had for her returned. but after seeing you again, i felt what i felt the first time i saw you combined with all those times you made me feel so many things for you just by being yourself. and i couldn't get those moments out of my head." he said everything in a hurry, but you somehow managed to keep up with him. still, you didn't know if you wanted to be as far away from him as possible or to be so close to him that there wouldn't be a millimeter of distance between you. "i still feel something for you, y/n, but i don't think that i deserve a second chance after what i've put you through. i don't want to be selfish."

when you heard him admit that his feelings for you were still there, you felt both a sense of relief, but also a sense of heartbreak. how could you know that what he said was true, if he didn't seem sure of himself either?

"you know..." you started to say, being also overwhelmed by nostalgia when he mentioned the moments when you were sure of yourselves. "that night i wanted to tell you 'i love you' for the first time," you said with a sad smile, thinking what would have happened if you had told him then.

his thoughts stopped. now the only thing he was thinking about was your last sentence, especially the last three words that had slipped from your lips. he imagined that he could turn back the time to watch your lips say those words over and over again. he imagined how he would listen to you saying those words over and over again.

over and over again.

"do you still feel it?" he asked, forgetting everyone and everything. only you mattered.

being out of touch, not knowing what effect your words had on him, you asked "feel what?".

he swallowed hard and then answered you. "do you still love me?"

caught off guard by his question, you felt yourself sinking into the sand you were standing on. in fact, you wish this would happen. that way you wouldn't have had to admitted it.

"yes."

that's all he needed. in the next second, without thinking about what would happen next, he immediately covered the distance between you and pressed his lips harshly to yours. the kiss was one full of desire, the desire that will grind you both and make you forget about yourselves. he didn't want to detach himself from you anymore. he didn't want to act without thinking carefully before anymore.

he just wanted to continue wanting you, as he wanted you in that moment.

feeling the need for air, you put your head back a little, his hands squeezing your waist as close to his body as possible. you took a deep breath and asked him "did you feel anything when you kissed me?"

"anything?" he repeated, breathing hard and bringing his forehead together with yours. "i felt everything that could be felt."

you smiled and stood up on your tiptoes a bit to pull him into your second kiss of the night. and certainly, not the last.

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i'm right here — conrad fisher

pairing : conrad fisher x fem!reader

summary : you can't say you that don't love your mother, but, one night her victim complex took over and she started a whole fight with you. so, you messaged conrad and asked him to come urgently to get you out of there. you felt like you were suffocating in the house, but little did you know that the suffocating feeling would've still be following you. lucky, conrad was right there with you.

warnings : mommy issues, anxiety, anxiety attack

"you never try to understand when i tell you to do something useful for this family!" your mother's voice could be heard in the background and her words were directed at you, you just didn't know exactly why. because your mother, like any other mother, always found a reason to make a fuss.

but she had already been shouting for several minutes, hurling insults, and yet, you didn't say anything. you just wiped your tears with the palm of your hand, while you wrote a message to conrad, who was your boyfriend for a long time and knew about the situation at your home.

hey, do you think you can come to pick me up real quick?

you were on top of your bed with the door closed, but your mom slammed the door against the wall and started yelling at you from the doorway. "are you even listening to me?"

you hurried to close your phone screen and look up at her. "yeah." was the only word that managed to roll off your lips.

she was not a fool. she saw you with the phone in your hand. so she rolled her eyes and gave you a fake laugh, dramatically even, as she walked out the door and continued her reproval.

your phone buzzed two times in your hand and you quickly looked to see the answer, while holding your breath.

i'm already on my way.

i'll get to you in less than a minute.

at the sight of the texts, you allowed yourself to smile to yourself, at least for a second. then you replied with "OK" and hurried to the door, hoping not to run into your mother.

unfortunately, when you put your hand on the doorknob, you heard a loud voice, her voice, behind you.

"where do you think you're going, young lady?" you turn a few degrees, at the point when you can look at her, and you noticed her positioning herself with her hands on her hips. "i'm not done talking!"

"um, i—," you wanted to say something. anything. you really wanted to. but conrad's car horn got you ahead.

your mother walked past you, pushing you aside and looked through the visor. "is that conrad?"

"yeah."

she moved away from the door and looked at you, dominating you. "and where do you think you are going without my permission?"

"i need a break.” you said in a barely audible tone, but oh, she clearly heard you.

"a break?" she repeated after you and laughed sarcastically. "now i'm such a burden that you need a break away from me?"

you were quick to explain yourself "that's not it—", but the door opened. seeing how long it takes you to get out, conrad understood that something happened and decided to take him the first step.

a stone was taken off from your heart when you saw him, and he, looking first at you and then at your mother, realized that he was right. something had indeed happened.

"ms y/l/n, do you think you can let y/n stay at my place tonight?" he asked your mother, trying to be as calm as possible. he knew that your mother loved you, but he could not easily overlook the way the woman treats you sometimes. "i promised my mother that y/n would accompany us tomorrow to the conference where she would attend, and she insisted on y/n coming early, so she could be having lunch with us and sleeping overnight because we were leaving in the morning."

he couldn't be a more perfect boyfriend. he always takes his time, and leaves his pride away, to explain certain things to your mother in detail. he didn't want to cause you more problems.

being also charmed by how well was conrad raised, when he wanted to show that, your mother didn't stay long to think and agreed. so in no time you were in conrad's car. you set off, but he wasn't going to keep his word.

when you noticed he missed the turn to his house, you asked him "what about the conference you were talking about?"

"there's no conference." he answered you and immediately, taking advantage of the red traffic light, he looked in your direction to see your confused reaction. "I had to have a plausible excuse."

when the red light turned green again, conrad took advantage of the fact that it was late and the road was freer than usual, starting up the car and accelerating the speed.

"so... if there's no conference, where are we going?" you asked him, playing with your fingers to get rid of the feeling of anxiety eating you from inside.

"you'll see," he said stopping the car and looking at you again. he put his hand, which until recently was on the gear box, over your left hand and smiled at you, trying to calm you down. he had noticed that you were playing with your fingers. watching you. "but don't worry. i actually talked to mom and you will be staying over tonight. now," he reached for the door on his side, still holding your hand. "let's go."

he placed a short kiss on your hand and after he got out of the car first, he went around the car and came to your side, he opened the door, holding out his hand to you.

"you're putting on such a show." you said, taking his hand and giving him permission to help you get out of the car, and jokingly rolling your eyes.

"only for you." he said in a serious tone and then laughed lightly. he wasn't the type to say romantic things, but he made an effort for you. he knew that you adored them.

despite the fact that you were on the pontoon, looking at the sea and the sky above you, and he was acting as wonderful as before, maybe even more wonderful if that was possible, the feeling of anxiety had not left you. your mind was against you that day and it sabotaged you by replaying the argument you had earlier with your mother.

conrad was talking next to you, trying to lift your mood, but you couldn't hear him. you looked towards him, but you only saw him moving his lips, while a feeling of insecurity suddenly took hold of you. you wanted to keep the feeling in check. to be strong and stand up to it. but when you remembered that during your fight with your mother, she threatened you that if you didn't start doing what she says you to do, she would be forced to separate you from conrad.

at that moment, the fear of losing him took total control over your body and you started to feel your lungs emptying of air. you tried to inhale, but it was impossible for you.

"y/n!" conrad called out your name, and this time you heard him, putting his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. "y/n, look at me!" he insisted.

you barely raised your eyes to him, connecting with his, as you tried to breathe.

you didn't show any signs that you can do it on your own. on the contrary, you had started to feel a warmth in your whole body, as if you were on fire, and to become softer in his arms. so he began to breathe in and out deeply, prompting you to do the same. "y/n! you are safe. you're with me. focus on my breathing and follow me."

you tried to do as he told you and you almost succeeded, but getting impatient, being too worried for you, he took his hands from your shoulders. putting one of them around your waist to keep you on your feet, while the other lifted your chin towards him, caressing your cheek with his thumb, he lightly connected his lips to yours. the kiss was a calm one, just trying to keep your mind occupied and waiting for your heartbeat to calm down.

after a few seconds, you pulled back from the kiss and he pressed his forehead to yours, listening carefully to see if you calmed down.

"what was that?" you asked him as your heartbeat stabilized and you started breathing regularly.

he smiled slightly and that's when you realized how close he was. "I guess that that was my new method of calming you down."

you smiled in return and gently wrapped your arms around his neck.

"i liked it."

he chuckled, pulling away from you, not before pressing a kiss to your forehead, saying "of course you did."

you pouted theatrically, laughing immediately afterwards and muttering under your breath, "asshole."

he laughed.

then he immediately turned to you, studying you carefully with his eyes, at which point you felt yourself melting. "what did you just called me?"

"i—" you tried to think of a good lie, but you had noone, so you said quickly, laughing "i didn't called you anything!"

"hm." he made a sound, like an upset child. "are you sure about that?"

he gave you his typical look, looking you up and down, and you bit your tongue by mistake.

you nodded, and he started tickling you so hard, wanting to hear you laugh again. between your laughs and your weak attempts to push him aside, he was preoccupied with enjoying the way your face lit up.

he was madly in love with you.

[lovesickfoolwp]

right where you left me — jj maybank

part 2

pairing : reader x jj maybank x kiara carrera

summary : after a few weeks since jj broke up with you, saying that he met someone else, you see him bringing kiara to a date at the restaurant you worked at.

maybe taking a job at the restaurant where your ex took you on your last date to break up with you wasn't your best decision. but in a strange way, you felt a certain connection with that place.

the restaurant being located close to the seashore, you always took advantage of the lunch break to sit on the seashore and, looking at the blue sea, to think of jj and his blue eyes. the eyes that usually calmed you down were dark and hollow, making it hard for you to read them and staying deep in your memory, in the moment when he told you "i met someone".

but this time, being close to closing and having no customers, you allowed yourself to sit at the table and daydream about the happy moments you used to have with jj. that table. the one where you were staying at that day.

the front doorbell rang and for a second you allowed yourself to remember that on that day you arrived first and waited there for jj. and when he walked into the room, you felt a thousand butterflies in your stomach. you were ready to tell him you love him that day. and yet, when you turned to look at the door, you weren't in that moment when you were still together, you were back in the present. and he was not alone.

he had opened the door and made room for kiara, a girl you knew was part of his group of friends, to enter. they were laughing at something only they knew and seemed a lot closer than you would have thought. and, when jj pulled her chair out and helped her sit down, you felt your heart break into a thousand pieces.

the smile on jj's face evaporated as he wanted to call the waiter over and instead made eye contact with you, standing right where he left you. and you, being so damn professional, swallowed your feelings and got up from the table to go and take their order.

"good evening, lovebirds!" you gave them a fake smile and kiara genuinely smiled back at you, not knowing the situation she was in. "what would you like to order?"

when she turned her gaze from you to him, she noticed that he was about to run out of breath so she placed her palm over his hand that was lazily resting on the wooden surface. "are you ok, j?"

he first nodded only using his head, before clearing his throat and adding. "yeah, yeah, i'm good." he withdrew his hand, lowering it on his knee and swallowing hard. "don't worry." he smiled at kiara.

the girl believed him and they started saying what they wanted to order, jj letting kiara order for him.

when you finished writing down their order, you turned to pass the order on to the kitchen staff. and then your co-worker noticed you and carefully approached you. "hey, y/n, how are you feeling?"

she was at work when the whole breakup thing happened and was able to recognize jj and connect the puzzle pieces.

"everything's alright, bea, don't worry. i will be alright." even though you said it with a smile, you didn't believe it either. you were sure you would cry and scream into your pillow when you will get home.

"i hope you're right." she replied and smiled in return, patting you on the shoulder and going back to her work.

i am.

you weren't.

you've always been the kind of dreamy person who lives off the scenarios you make up at night before you go to sleep and the beautiful memories replaying in your mind. but now what kind of scenarios could you possibly make when you had the truth in front of you? could you keep lying to yourself that jj was going to come back to you when it was so clear that he was in love with his girl best friend?

their order was placed in front of you and the chef's assistant rang the bell to let you know it was ready. you took a few deep breaths in and out, took the plates in both hands and put a smile on your face, gracefully slipping through the tables to their table.

you placed their plates nicely on the table and only smiled at kiara, because it was hard for you to look into those blue eyes. "i'll bring you the drinks right away."

kiara smiled at you, but when you pulled away she asked jj "what kind of restaurant serves the food first and then the drinks?", chuckling lightly. because she knew things like that because her family owned their own restaurant and she helped them serve quite a few times when they had too many customers.

"maybe it was just a moment of carelessness?" muttered jj uncertainly, watching you take the drinks they ordered out of the fridge.

the girl raised an eyebrow, not knowing why she was being taken so seriously and when she turned to look in your direction, where jj was also looking, she couldn't resist and asked what she wanted to ask from the first moment she saw the way where you looked when you saw each other. "you know her?"

he looked back at her, answering quickly. "you don't? she's a pogue."

"that's not what i mean." she sighed and poked her fork in her plate, just as you appeared with the drinks.

you placed their drinks on the table, wished them "bon appetit!" and you returned to your seat behind the counter.

jj had started to eat, but kiara took a sip of her juice and went back to the previous discussion. "j, before us being a couple, we are best friends and i want more than anything for you to be honest with me."

"am i not honest?" he asked, setting his fork down on the table and looking at her intently.

"i asked you something and you avoided the question, answering me immediately with another question!" she raised her voice at him a little.

"that's not true—"

"see?" she fake laughed. "you just proved my point!"

he rolled his eyes.

he knew kiara was right, but refused to accept it and admit it out loud. however, taking into account that he did not want to upset her over such a minor matter, he chose to answer her first question. maybe that woul've satisfied her.

his answer did not fully satisfy her. "but you told me that you liked me too. how could you have liked me too, if you were with her?"

"her and i used to be together before you told me you had feelings for me."

jj sighed, "i liked you before i was with her, but when you told me you liked me too, my feelings for you resurfaced and i knew that was the time to leave y/n. i didn't want to go on and end up doing something wrong and hurting her. i had to be honest with her."

she showed signs of understanding, but at the same time she asked "did you have feelings for her too?"

"i sure did." he was quick to say and smiled sadly as he noticed you staring listlessly out the window at the sea. "i wouldn't have been with her if i didn't feel anything, but–" he shrugged, looking at kiara again. "it seems that my feelings for you are stronger."

then she understood the situation and even though she had no reason, it was like she felt a little guilty that your relationship with jj hadn't worked out because of her. she felt like she had robbed you of your happiness, even though it clearly wasn't her fault. nobody's fault, really.

"can we stop talking about this and finish our food?" jj asks her with a little hope in his voice, smiling at her tenderly.

she approved.

it wasn't easy for you to see him in the presence of another girl, but if he was happy, you were also happy for him in a deep corner of your soul. because you couldn't hate him. you had no specific reason.

feelings change, people drift away. this was something normal.

maybe one day, you too will find a person and get over it. until then, you will continue to be drunk with memories because for you, the time was frozen in the moment when jj used to only smiled at you and when his hugs still felt like home.

[lovesickfoolwp]

homie hopper — luke patterson x reader x bobby shaw

pairing : luke patterson x fem!reader x bobby shaw

summary : for a few months you kept flirting with bobby, giving him the impression that his feelings for you were mutual, only to end up with luke, his bandmate. so he wrote in a song all the states he went through after you "betrayed" him.

warning : language

word count : 1,6 k

"luke, bobby wants to sing in the opening an original song that he wrote!" you could tell by the tone of alex's voice that he didn't think it was a good idea, but you couldn't help but ask yourself since when did bobby write songs for the band.

but luke still had his full attention on you, sitting side by side on the sofa in the garage where they used to rehearse, you sitting in a crossed legs position and him smiling non stop, with one of his knees positioned on the sofa next to yours.

"so?" he asked alex, not looking at him. "let him sing it, dude!"

alex sighed dramatically when he saw how impassive luke was, even though it was a so-called band problem and gave up, returning to reggie and bobby who were up, away from the two lovebirds.

"luke," you started, placing your palm on his chest to draw his attention to your words. "do you have any idea what bobby's song is about?"

he raised an eyebrow, not understanding why it was such a big deal that one of the guys, other than him, wrote a song. "no?" he answered you, in the form of a question, thinking that you, as well as alex, are exaggerating. you gave him a nasty look and he said "oh, c'mon, it can't be that bad!"

but in fact it was just that bad.

for the last few days you've been listening to the boys rehearsing just the instrumental of the song, bobby saying that he wanted the lyrics to remain a surprise until the last moment, and reggie and luke being quite gullible, agreed to not insist. just you and alex got a knot in your stomach thinking why he would have kept the lyrics a secret.

now you were in the crowd, first row, eagerly waiting for the lyrics as the instrumental you knew well had started.

bobby was in the middle of the stage. he approached the microphone, preparing to start singing.

take a bow

you've got everything fooled,

i got you figured out

now you're choking on your words,

you should spit it out

know that i gave you the world and you just gave me hell

and you gave me hell

as he was singing the last verse, you thought that maybe you worried for nothing. the lyrics were really good and put his voice to the advantage.

felt like a hundred punches

too many tough pills to stomach

i watched you making it public

lights, camera

fuck it

being on the vibe with the song, you started dancing, just like their fans did, feeling yourself.

you're a showstopper

a bad liar, homie hopper, drama starter

you stopped suddenly, even though the fans were still going along with the song, when you heard this part of the lyrics. if the phrase "homie hopper" wouldn't have opened your eyes, although it did, then the fact that bobby was now maintaining intense eye contact with you certainly would've done it.

you instantly turned your gaze to alex, ignoring bobby and not noticing the fact that luke was also looking at you. alex shrugged, continuing to play the drums, as if you weren't exactly witnessing a damn disstrack for you.

all my friends are fucked,

we all got you in common

your cheeks turned an intense shade of red and you wished you were as carefree as reggie was, nodding his head and continuing to enjoy himself, oblivious to the tension around him.

you're so fake and everyone should know about it

and all the things i hate about you

but luckily for you, bobby stopped singing faster than he should have. you realized this due to the fact that you attended the rehearsals several times and you had already learned the instrumental of the song. who would have thought that the song whose instrumental you learned would be a disstrack for you? certainly not you.

"so, guys," he motioned for the boys to stop playing so he could talk, and the fans squealed with excitement. "guys," he repeated, to silence the fans and the whole hall fell silent. "i stopped the song way too early because this was just some kind of a demo that i was really excited to share with you, being the first song I wrote all by myself." you couldn't believe his words, but the fans kept screaming to show him support. "now, if you excuse us, we're going to take a short break for a band chat." he said and motioned for luke to continue from here, not being used to being the center of attention. after all, luke used to act like he was the lead of the band.

he didn't know what to say because he didn't expect them to take a break, but he made it up on the spot. "we'll see you again in a few minutes! be ready to sing with us, guys! until then," he said and looked towards the stuff people that worked behind the scene. "play us some music, dj!"

when the music started playing started by the so called dj, the fans had two different reactions. some have started boohooing and some have started to squeal.

that was when you slipped through them to get backstage where the boys were. when you entered the room, bobby was sitting relaxed all over the sofa and in front of him, alex was looking first at him, then at luke, waiting for the situation to take extreme turns, reggie was disconnected from the situation, and luke had his arms crossed around his chest.

"what the hell was that?" luke asked, starting to feel himself getting angry, and bobby shrugged.

he pointed at you, and you froze at the door. "ask y/n."

"why would i ask her?" luke asked bobby, but his eyes were on you.

"isn't she your girlfriend?" bobby continued to avoid luke's questions to annoy him.

everyone's eyes, except bobby's, fell on you.

luke realized bobby was just playing on his nerves so he asked him straight "where are you going with this, bobby?" because he felt that this situation was beyond him. he didn't want to get angry and say something he would regret.

"the song is about me."

"how can the song be about you?" reggie asked, receiving a slap on the back of the head from alex. sign that he should keep his mouth shut. "ouch! that hurt!" he scolded alex in a whisper.

alex replied in the same tone, "that's what i wanted!" and reggie pouted.

"how can the song be about you?" luke asked the same question as reggie.

"are you for real? luke can ask that, but i can't?" reggie asked alex giving him an offended look and alex gave him a nasty look making him resign and say "ok, ok, i'll shut up."

you decided to ignore them, like you did the first time, and answer luke.

"before we were together, there were times when i flirted, more like a joke between friends, with bobby, but i swear i stopped! when i realized he genuinely liked me!"

"you let me think it was mutual!"

even though you knew the situation wasn't like bobby had said, you still felt guilty. you didn't want anyone to suffer because of you.

luke understood the situation and noticing how determined bobby was to get answers from you, he kept quiet and let you take the discussion from there. he would clarify the situation later, in private, because although he trusted you, he was also curious.

"bobby..." you started and looked at him, feeling really guilty. "if i knew that your feelings for me weren't going to be just a passing thing, i would have told you from the start that i like luke...so that i wouldn't end up hurting you. you better knew then so you could've get over it by now, than to have hopes and end up hating me."

"too late, y/n. it really hurt me that you disappeared suddenly, and after some time i had to see you at the arm of my band mate."

you sighed and ran your hand through your hair, "if i could turn back time, i would have explained it to you back then."

"yeah, well, you didn’t. so it will take me a while to forgive you." he gestured and then stood up from the sofa. "now let's go, we have a concert to finish!"

he walked out of the room, not looking at you or luke, and was closely followed by reggie and alex, alex putting his hand on your shoulder and smiling encouragingly before walking out the door.

"don't you have to go too?" you asked luke though you wished he didn't have to. you wished to be able to sit next to him and have him hug you, making sure you're not a bad person because of this misunderstanding.

as if he read your thoughts, he approached you and kissed you on the forehead, going to wrap his arms around your waist. "yes, but i'm in no hurry. they can't start singing without the main star." he answered you, adding a joke at the end, as he did every time he saw you sad or thoughtful.

you giggled, resting your head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat so you can calm down.

"he will understand at some point that you did not intend to hurt him."

"you think so?" you asked him and let yourself breathe in his perfume.

"i know so."

you smiled and felt like nothing bad can touch you anymore when you are in his arms.

you were truly happy that you've him by your side, even though you've got to be called "homie hopper" by his band mate due to an misunderstanding.

[lovesickfoolwp]

all too well — conrad fisher

pairing : conrad fisher x fem!reader

warning : talking about cancer.

summary : they say all's well that ends well, but you're in a new hell every time he double-crosses your mind.

word count : 1,7 k

after leaving cousin beach last summer, you promised yourself to forget him. starting with the first thing about him that caught your attention, which was his smile, and ending with the way his face would relax in the very rare moments, giving you total peace.

conrad fisher was never going to love you the way you loved him and you had already come to terms with that.

in your hometown, it was easy to forget about him, spending your time in the presence of other boys and always finding something to keep you busy.

but everything went to hell the moment when, back in cousins beach, standing on the beach with belly, your best friend, you heard his name after almost a year.

"conrad quit football."

your best friend's voice was suddenly heard, opening the delicate topic that wore his name out of nowhere, and everything around you stopped.

seeing you didn't react in any way, belly turned to you studying the way your breathing had become faster and asking "did you know that?"

you cleared your throat and shook your head, adding a "how was i supposed to know?" barely audible.

belly realized her mistake and sighed, placing her palm over your knee in a way that tried to comfort you.

"sorry, i shouldn't have brought it up. it's my fault."

naturally she knew everything that had happened between you and conrad, the mixed signals you got from the boy, but for a second she thought you would want to know. because before the sympathy you had for him, you were the only person he always trusted.

"no,” you said firmly and stood up, letting belly's palm slide back down beside her. "you are right." you added, though you didn't know what you were agreeing with. after all, belly hadn't suggested anything out loud. "i'm going to go talk to him right now."

a small smile appeared on the girl's face at the sight of your determination. and yet, that smile was a sad one. she didn't want you to end up hurt again.

"he's in the living room." she said with a dose, unnoticeable by you, of insecurity.

you nodded and with quick steps you followed the path from the beach, at the back of their house, to their living room.

when you walked into the living room, your heart skipped a beat when you saw him. he wasn't doing anything extraordinary, he was just on the couch playing a video game, but to see him again after all this time... let's just say that wasn't easy for you at all.

"um, hi." you cleared your throat for the second time that day, feeling your mouth a little dry from the emotions, and his gaze immediately turned to you. for a moment, after the way he looked at you with wide eyes, you started to believe again that maybe there is still a chance for your feelings to be mutual.

he didn't say anything, continuing to look you up and down, so you worked up the courage to go around the couch and take a seat next to him, but looking at the ground. still at a considerable distance, you thought.

you couldn't keep that silence because that would have been twice as awkward, so you sighed softly, just to yourself, hoping he didn't hear, and when you looked up at him and met his blue eyes... "belly told me about football." your words were quick, in such a short sentence, because you felt swallowed by the ocean of his gaze.

"i don't really want to talk about that." was the first thing he said to you since you entered the room. so conrad. following that he only then paused the game and left the console on the coffee table in front of the both of you.

"c'mon, con, you know you can talk to me about anything."

that was all true. you were the only one who knew how to put only a certain amount of pressure on him, enough for him to talk about what was bothering him.

so when he bent his head down, as he always did to gather the courage to speak, you knew you were going to get your answer.

shortly, he raised his head, meeting his blue gaze with yours again, saying "dad cheated on mom. they will divorce soon."

he rarely managed to talk about the problems he had, either with you or with laurel, belly's mother and his mother's best friend, but he always did so in short sentences. he knew no other way.

however, then you understood the reason why he gave up football because, first of all, football was not even his passion, but his father's. since childhood, for him and jeremiah, their father was some kind of superhero. and now, you were sure that with him cheating, all this impression disappeared. now his father was just a disappointment. conrad no longer wanted to practice something that would've made him proud, not when he let him down.

"and that's not all." he continued, before you could say anything. "mom's sick again."

that captured all your attention and made your heart break. "w-what do you mean she's sick again?"

if you, being only a family friend due to your friendship with belly, were affected and you felt tears forming in the corner of your eyes, you didn't want to know what conrad felt. or jeremiah. or belly and steven.

oh god, you suddenly thought. do they even know?

he shrugged, trying to keep his emotions in check. "i don't know the details. i found out by accidentally seeing an email on her account."

"jeremiah knows?" you asked him, the first thing that came to mind, swallowing hard.

"no. nobody else knows that i know."

in a second, without thinking ahead, you got closer to him and placed your hands on his cheeks, holding him close to you. that gesture of affection made him crack, and then you could see the tears in his eyes. the ocean in his eyes was now stormy.

"have you thought about talking to susannah about this?"

you looked at him like he was made of porcelain and would shatter at any moment, which although it bothered him for a second because he didn't want anyone's pity, it evaporated when he remembered it that person was you. and you were just worried about him.

"no." he murmured.

"ok." you said and pulled your hands back, realizing what you had done and started to lean back a little, but his hands rested on your waist making you stop and look up at him uncertainly. but he no longer had any expression on his face.

he ran his hands along your waist in an anxious gesture as he spoke. "i don't have the courage to talk to her about it. surely she had a good reason for not telling us yet. i trust her."

you only nodded as it was too hard for you to speak when his hands were on you, and when you tried to push them away by placing your hands over his, he spoke again.

"i'm aware of the way i treated you last summer, and i'm extremely sorry, y/n. i was already starting to suspect my father's behavior and it drove me insane. i know this doesn't justify much, but you," he removed a hand from your waist, only to caress your cheek with his thumb. "you know that i always shut myself up when something happens."

you nodded once again and started to tear up and he wiped your tear away with his finger. you also put your hand over his hand that had caressed your cheek with, and you pulled away. "i can't do this. not again. not when your mom is in this situation. i would be selfish."

if you pulled away, then he also pulled away his hands, feeling guilty that you cry and think that you could be selfish because of him.

"don't you think she would like to see us happy?"

you forced your tears back and asked him, though you didn't recognize your own voice. "are you just doing this because it would make her happy to see you with a girl and it just happened to be me?"

"what?" his voice was heard before he pieced together what you had just asked him. "no, y/n. i always liked you. i just wasn't able to admit it."

"why now?" you asked him again, wrapping your arms around your body, feeling small in this situation.

"what?"

"why now? after you told me all this?"

he didn't know exactly either. it took him a few minutes to resume your conversation from that moment and to think why he spoke just then and not before. minutes that seemed like hell to you.

meanwhile, you left your arms by your side, just waiting.

"because talking about my mother's illness made me realize how short life is, y/n. and i don't want to waste any more time admitting it. time when we could have both been happy instead of both suffering because i'm not mature enough to deal with feelings, which yes, they are difficult to manage, but not impossible." this time he was the one who approached you, and took your hands in his. "i don't want to lose you too, y/n."

the tears appeared again when he mentioned that he didn't want to lose you too, as if he was sure that he was going to lose his mother to cancer.

"you won't lose her, con. neither her, nor me."

your voice was barely audible, but he heard you.

"we just don't know that." he said, just as low as you.

at that moment, all you could be able to do was wrap your arms tightly around his neck. you didn't want to let him go and leave him alone in this situation.

in response, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and you heard his breathing calm in your arms. that rare thing you adored about him. to see him at peace.

you didn't know how conrad would handle the situation in the future, but you knew that this time you wouldn't run away from him and your feelings. because he had admitted to you what you always wanted to hear.

you had a reason to stay.

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Literally all I want to do is write something that makes people insane and maybe scream silently over it like is that so much to ask

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emails i can't send — conrad fisher

pairing : conrad fisher x fem!reader

summary : after being apart for so long, your dad comes to the fourth of july party in cousins beach being convinced by your mother. everything turns into a complete shit show and you end it up crying into conrad's arms.

word count : 2k

while you, belly and jeremiah were trying to follow victoria's recipe for making pomegranate margaritas, with a twist added by belly, conrad entered the room. seeing the enthusiasm on your faces, he also wanted to participate, coming up with the idea of using the better blender.

while you were remembering the time when belly and jeremiah, led by you, made a whole mess a few years ago trying to make some drinks for yourselves, a unpleasant surprise appeared in the kitchen.

"y/n?" your dad's voice, which you could have sworn you've forgot over the years, was heard from behind you.

your smile gradually disappeared and your lifelong friends were watching you intently, ready to intervene if you needed any kind of help.

you turned, slowly, on your heel toward him, swallowing hard when you realized that not much had changed in his appearance. probably just the white hair and a few wrinkles. otherwise, it was just like you remembered him and you hated that.

"dad?" you replied, using the word you hadn't used in years. more precisely, since he failed to be the person you would've looked up to.

he had the audacity to approach you and to try to hug into his arms, but conrad stopped him. extending his arm in front of you, thus blocking his access.

your father shot him a threatening look, and before he could say anything, your mother appeared in the room through the back door. seeing the look on your face and how everyone was tense, she realized that maybe this was not her best choice.

"well," she approached you and put her hand on your shoulder to draw your attention, smiling sincerely with regret. "sorry, sweetie, for not telling you earlier about this. now i notice that a mistake may have been made."

"how is this a mistake?" your father asked her, but everyone ignored him.

"you should have asked my opinion first, mom."

this was probably the first time you were really disappointed in her.

"y/n," your father tried to come to you again, but conrad's hand was in the same place. "can we talk a little?"

conrad's eyes turned to you, but instead he met your mother's gaze, which beckoned him to withdraw.

"please, y/n, let me explain!" he insisted when conrad withdrew his hand, but you continued to stay silent.

you gave up, sighing, and accepted. everyone in the room, especially conrad, were asking you if you were sure. you weren't. but, for the sake of your mother, you were at least able to listen to him.

so you went to your room to have total peace. you were sitting on your bed, and your father was standing in front of you.

"i don't understand, y/n, why you let what happened between you and your mother affect our relationship. we were so close before, and now you don't answer my phone either. i'm not even mentioning that you don't want to visit me."

"because it affects me too!"

he snorted in disbelief.

"how could it affect you if the divorce was by mutual agreement?"

you fake laughed and put your head in the hands you were now resting on your knees. "mutual agreement? is that what it's called now when you're cheating on your wife?" you said more for yourself, but he heard you.

"do you hear yourself?" he asked reproachfully.

"yeah, actually, i really do." you answered and looked up again, even if the eye contact grinded all your thinking. you could no longer look him in the eye. "it would have been a step forward if you had even acknowledged what you did. you cheated on my mother and destroyed my all of my trust in you. i can't forgive you as easily as she did."

tears began to appear in the corner of your eye, and he noticed this and sat down next to you, making the bear minimum to keep a considerable distance between you two.

"how this has affected you, y/n?"

he asked you and this time you felt a trace of sincere curiosity in his voice.

"i can't trust the boys anymore, dad. i can't love a boy without making thousands of negative thoughts when he doesn't respond immediately to my text." you sighed and thinking about conrad, you continued. "i know that he's a good person, but i can't get out of my head the idea that one day he might hurt me as much as you hurt mom. you gave me trust issues and you destroyed my expectations of a relationship."

he listened to every word you said, memorizing everything. so when you' were done, he leaned over to you and put his hand over your hand, which was shaking on your knee. "i wish i could fix this, sweet pie."

at the nickname he used to use when you were little, when he was still a model for you, and you felt his touch again, you retreated like his touch burnt you, standing upright by the door.

he stood up too, looking at you as if you were about to break down at any given moment and that's was it.

you approached him, raising your index finger to him and with tears starting to run down your cheeks, you addressed him for the last time. "i'm going to leave the room and when i get back, you'll be anywhere, just not near this house."

and with that being said, you came out of the room like a tornado, ignoring the fact that conrad was a few doors away, listening to everything. and ignoring the fact that conrad called name continuously, following in your footsteps.

you didn't stop until you reached the beach, you sat on the sand and you felt the sea breeze at your feet. you continued to cry, sniffing through the fresh air, watching through the tears as the waves broke.

you felt a warm touch on your shoulder and you knew who that was before he sat down next to you.

"do you want to talk about it?” conrad asked, continuing to look at you intently.

you looked up at him, and your eyes and wet cheeks shattered his heart. he couldn't stand seeing you in this situation.

"could you hold me in your arms for a moment, without saying anything?" your voice trembled when you asked him that and he agreed immediately.

you got up from the position you were in earlier, put your thighs around his legs, and lowered your head into the hollow of your neck, continuing to sigh as he stroked your back.

"yeah, but only for a few moments. we're going to have to talk about this at some point." he said in a reassuring tone and realizing that you would listen to his voice for a lifetime and not get bored, you nodded.

his touch along with your two favorite sounds combined, his breathing and the sound of the ocean, calmed you in a few minutes, becoming soft in his arms.

when your peace had begun to unsettle him because he had begun to overthinking everything, he began to draw circles on your back with his finger to get your attention.

the tears had stopped and the sighs were gone, but you weren't ready to see you with the swollen face from so much crying.

"y/n?" he called your name lightly, beginning to wonder if you had fallen asleep.

you murmured softly something that was not understood and when he tried to move you away enough to see your face by putting his hands on your hips, you clung into his neck like a little kitten that refuses to let you go when you want to let him down from your arms.

he giggled and you felt a flock of butterflies that flew in your stomach, managing to put a lazy smile on your face. when he felt your smile on the skin of his neck, he tried to move you away for a second time and with you being taken unprepared, he succeeded.

no matter how much it hurt him to see you cry, your face afer crying seemed a very beautiful thing, and somehow peaceful, to him because he could've sworn that you were always shining.

"when were you going to tell me you liked me too?" he asked you in a serious tone, but in the end he touched you on the nose teasingly.

"what are you talking about?"

"we both know that i have shown you many times, through my specific methods, that i care a lot about you and what you said to your father today made me believe that was about me. i might be wrong though."

you stood for a second, remembering what you said and you hit him playfully in the shoulder. "were you eavesdropping?"

he laughed lightly in response and then he returned to being seriously, his grip around your waist becoming tighter. "seriously, y/n, i can understand you better than anyone about everything you've said. and if that's all that stops you from telling me what i've wanted to hear for so long, go ahead. because i promise i understand you."

"how can you understand?" you asked him frustrated and you leaned your head on his shoulder, looking at the ocean.

he sighed before he said "because, between us, me and jere are going through the same thing, only he doesn't know it yet. i haven't told him yet. and no one but you, not even our parents, knows i found out."

at that moment you withdrew so that you could study his face. he had no reaction on his face, but the grip around you told you enough.

"your parents are divorcing?"

you couldn't believe it. susannah and adam seemed to be the perfect couple. but so did your parents. that was until your father gave up everything in one selfish night.

"yeah."

there was silence between you for a while, and conrad's fingers on his waist were the only thing holding you to reality. you went through your mind again the words you said to your father and now you knew that conrad had heard them. at the moment you managed to think you were ready, so you cleared your throat and his eyes immediately met yours.

he removed his hands from your waist, and if it had not seemed to you that you were exceeding a limit imposed by your conscience, you would have sighed at that lack of contact.

"what's wrong?" he asked you and put one of his now free hands on your cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

you didn't know how to say it, so you threw the words straight in front of him in one breath. "i like you too."

he thought he was dreaming.

"say it again." he challenged you to repeat it.

you raised your eyebrow and looked at him for a second, then did as he told you to. "i like you too, conrad."

you thought that if you said his name this way, in this sentence, it would make him feel assured of your feelings and you succeeded.

it was his turn to bury his face in the curvature of your neck, squeezing your waist in his arms as if he didn't give you a chance to change your mind and leave.

it was clear. his hands on your waist already felt like home after today.

he barely managed to retreat, being too vulnerable now and wanting to keep hugging you. but he need to say a few more words.

you watched him intently, waiting for him to start talking, but his hands found yours and he began to play anxiously with your fingers as he spoke "believe me, y/n, that after all i've been through in the last few months, i wouldn't want to believe that we'll just be friends again. i want to be around you, i want to be able to hug and kiss you." his fingers found their place, intertwining with your fingers as he continued. "and most importantly, i want to help you build your trust in me."

at that moment, you could have cried again. this time because of happiness. but the grimace on his face when he heard you sighing worried you and you abstained for his sake. "sure."

that was the only word you managed to say, but to him it meant everything.

his lips met yours and he swore to protect you from whatever was needed. even from his own demons.

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