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Happy Place : Conrad Fisher x Reader

Descr: 2.25k wc, the beach is y/n’s happy place. Conrad knows that and decides to wake her up early one day to take her to it.

Warnings: one curse word, that’s all I can think of (please lmk if I missed anything!)

Conrad smiled crookedly to himself as he watched y/n breathing in and out peacefully as she slept. Part of him didn’t even want to wake his girlfriend up upon seeing her so peaceful and relaxed. But, Conrad knew she’d be pleased; and likely even more relaxed after finding out what he had planned. So, he made his way to y/n’s sleeping form and gently shook her to wake her up.

Y/n groaned as she peeled her eyes open, squinting to see what woke her. Upon seeing Conrad, she gave him a small smile. However, when y/n noticed he was smiling smugly and not distressed, she groaned loudly. “Conrad” she sighed, looking at the wall clock “it’s early”.

Conrad chuckled lightly, “I know”. When y/n glared tiredly at him, he rolled his eyes playfully. “Just trust me” Conrad requested, taking hold of her hand. “Come on!” He grinned.

Y/n let out an audible sigh as her toes scrunched beneath the sand. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the salty scent of the ocean and feeling the slight breeze on her skin. Y/n reopened her eyes and glanced towards her boyfriend lovingly. “I’m glad I trusted you” she hummed.

As he grabbed y/Nn’s hand, Conrad smirked. “I knew you would be,” he confessed. Conrad lifted her hand upwards and placed a soft kiss to the back of it. He silently admired her smile and softened features as she stared at the beach at dawn.

After a few moments of letting y/n take everything in, Conrad broke the comfortable silence. “It’s low tide” he commented, pointing towards the water. “Whoever finds the biggest complete shell gets to chose what movie we watch tonight” Conrad dared, knowing how much she loved beachcombing.

Y/n carefully set another shell in her pocket, only to reach down to grab yet another. She easily had at least twenty different shells collected this morning; so far. As y/n dusted off the sand from what appeared to be a while sand dollar, she contemplated where she’d display her latest findings upon their return. She sighed as she placed the broken sand dollar back into the sand and began looking for another. Even though she was certain she was going to lose the dare from Conrad, y/n was happy.

Y/n was happy to be here. At the beach. With Conrad. At low tide. Collecting shells. Enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. There wasn’t anywhere else she’d rather be; especially as Conrad was here with her.

“Alright, let’s see your contenders” Conrad teased, palm smoothing out a patch of sand. He drew a line in the cleared sand to separate y/n’s collection and his. When she began putting her shells onto her half, Conrad copied her actions to show her what he’d found.

Y/n giggled bashfully as she continued pulling shells from her pockets. “So… I know we were going for the biggest, but these were so pretty” she explained as she added some small pieces to the pile. Y/n saw Conrad’s grin and knew he’d expected nothing less.

After examining the shells Conrad found and complimenting several, y/n pointed at the large shell he’d found. “You certainly won, Connie” she giggled. Y/n looked up into his soft gaze and smiled. She watched as Conrad silently slid his shell over to her side. “Connie?”

Conrad smiled, “it’s yours”. Seeing y/n’s hesitation, he continued. “I picked it up for you, I was only looking with the intention of helping you expand your collection” Conrad confessed. “I still get to pick the movie though, you’re just getting the shell.” He smirked.

Y/n laughed and jokingly shoved his shoulder. “Of course you still win.” She shook her head. “Besides, I prefer the shell” y/n smirked, rubbing her fingertips over said item.

The dimly lit horizon of the beach began to glow as the sun broke past the waterline. The sunlight twinkled pleasantly off the calm waves of the ocean.

Y/n leaned against Conrad’s shoulder as she continued to stare at the beautiful sight before them. She enjoyed both sunrises and sunsets, especially ones at the beach. But, y/n knew Conrad loved them. She was pleased there was something in this heavenly morning for Conrad too.

As the sun continued to rise higher above the horizon, y/n lifted her head off of Conrad’s shoulder. She wanted to see him watching the sky and not reacting to her change in position, so she focused on the sunrise a bit longer. Once a few minutes had passed, y/n turned to see Conrad’s face.

Only, Conrad wasn’t watching the sunrise like y/n had expected. He was watching her. Conrad’s gaze was soft and calm; adoring. But, his eyes were making a mental map of y/n’s face to save to his memory. Conrad merely curled his lips up in a small smile when he noticed she’d turned to face him.

Y/n leaned closer, lifting her left palm off the sand between them to cup Conrad’s cheek. “You’re not watching the sunrise, Connie” she hummed quietly.

“No,” Conrad agreed, still absorbing every minuscule detail of y/n’s beauty.

Y/n frowned slightly as she stroked her thumb over his cheek. “But, you love sunrises,” she argued, confused as to why he wasn’t watching the sky.

Conrad didn’t even realize he was speaking as he told y/n, “not as much as I love you”. As soon as he heard the words leave his lips, he tensed up in fear of her reaction. Conrad had meant to tell her in a much more romantic manner, but it had slipped.

Y/n’s mouth parted slightly before she broke into a wide grin. “I… I love you too, Con” she hummed. Having seen the relief in Conrad’s eyes, y/n leaned closer and placed a soft kiss to his cheek.

Conrad’s cheeks flushed crimson. He pressed his lips tightly against each other as he tried not to smile like an idiot. Conrad glanced over at y/n and let himself smile as he pulled her to his side, his lips resting on the top of her head.

Conrad stood a few feet from the shore, the water hitting his lower calves. He was watching as y/n gleefully kicked up sand as she walked up and down the shore. Conrad was enjoying the warm water hitting his legs as his mind wandered to his future with y/n.

Y/n approached Conrad, noticing the distant but soft gaze he had. She stood at the edge of the ocean, her toes covered with water as a wave came up. Y/n stretched onto her tip toes to kiss Conrad, the water cresting over both of their feet as their lips touched.

Conrad smiled into the kiss, closing his eyes as he moved his lips in sync with y/n’s. He hooked his fingers in her hair as her tongue graced his lips. Conrad deepened the kiss, letting his lips part as he pulled her closer.

When they pulled apart, the couple stood silently as they gazed lovingly at each other. Conrad took a moment to stare at y/n deeply in order to enjoy this beautiful moment. Once he felt he’d mentally logged enough of the details surrounding the moment, he went back in for another passionate kiss.

“It’s okay I woke you up early?” Conrad questioned, his voice breathy as he reluctantly removed his lips from y/n’s to breathe.

Y/n smirked, “I confess, it was kinda nice having your voice be the first thing I heard this morning”. She smiled at Conrad, biting her lip bashfully as his grin grew. “You’re blushing,” y/n commented smugly.

Conrad’s smirk shifted into a shy smile as his cheeks blushed even darker.

Y/n lifted her eyebrows tauntingly at Conrad, an amused expression on her face.

“Shut up” Conrad huffed, rolling his eyes in embarrassment. He looked away from y/n, making her step closer to him.

Conrad turned his gaze back y/n and got an idea. He quickly scooped y/n up in his arms, smiling widely at her. He laughed as he spun her around, her giggling harmonizing with his own laughter.

“You’re kinda cute, you know?” Conrad commented, setting y/n back onto the sand.

Y/n pouted and crossed her arms. “Just kinda?” She teased lightly, a mocking shimmer in her eyes as she looked up at Conrad.

Conrad tilted his head sideways silently as he pretended to think over his answer. He playfully shrugged his shoulders, making y/n gasp and push him soflty. Conrad laughed loudly, pulling her to him. As he gazed into her eyes, he whispered, “shit. You- you’re so beautiful”.

Y/n was looking through their combined pile of shells as she and Conrad rested on the warm sand. She hadn’t had the chance to see what all he’d found this morning yet. “Ooh, Con! Look!” Y/n exclaimed, moving to show Conrad one of the shells.

Conrad groaned, “stop fussing”. He was trying to braid y/N’s hair but her inability to sit still was making his task harder.

Y/n giggled and brought her hand closer to Conrad, determined to show him the shell.

“Yes, y/n/n,” Conrad hummed, his eyes staying on the three separate strands of hair in his hand. “It’s very nice” he stated, smiling kindly as he intricately crossed one of the strands over the other.

“You’re patronizing me” y/n argued, squinting at Conrad. She set the shell down between them, examining how it looked next to the others they’d found today.

Conrad sighed quietly. “I am not” he defended. “I’m just focused right now” Conrad confessed, biting his lip as he tried to remember which strand to cross next.

Y/n rolled her eyes softly, “you found this one, ya know”. She picked up the shell again to examine it more closely. “It’s going on the shelf” y/n determined. She had a full collection of shells everywhere in her room at the beach house. But, y/n had one specific shelf that only her favorite items- shells included- earned a place on.

“I get to have something on your shelf?” Conrad questioned, his breath hitting y/n’s exposed neck. He smiled to himself proudly as he continued working on her hair.

“You already have something on it” y/n admitted, setting the shell back down and grabbing another one.

“Oh?” Conrad hummed curiously. He crooked his head and placed a kiss on y/N’s shoulder.

Y/n bit her bottom lip. She had to remind herself not to nod in response; remembering that Conrad was wanting to braid her hair. “You remember y/s/a/n?” Y/n asked bashfully.

Conrad chuckled, his breath hitting y/n’s skin in short puffs. “That stuffed bear I got you when you were… like six?” He asked, smirking.

Y/n hummed, “won me”. “But, yes” she agreed, still absentmindedly examining the newest collection of shells. “Y/s/a/n has its own little place on the shelf” y/n informed him, smiling as she pictured the set up in her mind.

Conrad smirked to himself. He shifted his smirk into a smile as he leaned forward to peer over y/n’s shoulder. Once Conrad could see her face, he inquired, “truly?”

Y/n nodded, ignoring the way she knew Conrad was staring at her. She continued to sort the pile, smiling faintly to herself.

“I don’t recall seeing it up there” Conrad argued softly, resting his head on her shoulder.

Y/n paused, still holding one shell in her hand. She quickly set it down in order to grab another one as she ignored Conrad’s implied question.

Conrad didn’t miss her blatant attempt to not answer him. He raised his eyebrows. “y/n/n?” he asked in a teasing tone. “Are you lying to me?” Conrad joked.

“Of course not” y/n scoffed. She shook her head, but continued to play with the collected shells.

Conrad chuckled. “Mmm, if you say so” he smirked, reaching around her to slide one of the shells to the side.

“It’s true!” Y/n argued.

Conrad hummed into y/n’s shoulder. “Then why is it never up there?” he pressed playfully.

“Cause!” Y/n sighed, biting her lip shyly.

Conrad noticed her behavior and tilted his head slightly in curiosity. “Cause…?” he whispered, flipping a shell over to see the other side.

Y/n watched his hand silently for a minute. “Cause it’s in my bed” she admitted quietly. “okay? It’s cozy” y/n stated in defense of herself.

Conrad chuckled softly and smiled widely at y/n with admiration. He couldn’t believe she still had the stuffed animal. Much less that she’d been sleeping with it.

“I know it’s childish” y/n shrugged. She sighed, “but, it makes me happy”. “Plus, it’s really soft” y/n giggled nervously, trying to make herself not feel so childish.

Conrad hummed warmly. “I am surprised it’s still soft after all these years,” he teased lightly. With a smile on his face, Conrad added, “but I think it’s cute”. He had seen y/n’s bashful look and wanted to reassure her.

“Not childish?” Y/n mumbled hesitantly.

Conrad laughed. “I didn’t say that” he argued playfully. Conrad saw y/n frown and decided to let up some. “But it’s you, and you’re…” he began, trying to find the right words.

Y/n sighed barely audibly, “what? Childish?”.

Conrad quickly shook his head. “No…” he swore, still trying to figure out what he wanted to say. Conrad took a deep breath, “you’re.., remarkable”.

Y/n was not sure what she was expecting Conrad to say, but it certainly wasn’t that. She smiled brightly, grabbing Conrad’s hands from her sides. Y/n pulled his hands around her waist and leaned back into him, closing her eyes as he lovingly tightened their embrace.

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Conrad deserves better than Belly. After he sees Jere and her kiss, he get his ass to Stanford and meet this cute and smart maybe tutor girl (Haley James style) and falls in love with her and then they show up at Jere's wedding years later and Belly is jelly

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When Conrad finished his exam, he went back to Jeremiah and Belly. He was going to tell and confess his love to her before she had to get home, but when he got to his car, the scene Conrad walked on made him sick to his stomach: Belly and Jeremiah were full on making out against his car. He stopped short of the car and cleared his throat, causing the two to spring apart from their heated kiss and see Conrad looking right at them. 

Conrad’s face was white. He would rather have had someone shoot him in the head with a nail gun, repeatedly, than have to watch the two of them kissing.

He didn't know who he was more angry at. Belly, who, not even a day ago, had told him she would have fought harder for him if she knew he loved her that much. Or Jeremiah, who, although he knew how much Belly meant to his brother and how fucking in love he was with her, seized the opportunity to kiss Belly the moment he was alone with her.

���’Conrad—’’ Belly started, guilt settling in her guts. 

He cut her off, his voice cold and cutting. ‘’I don’t want to hear it.’’ 

His gaze shifted from Belly to Jeremiah. There was so much hate in his eyes. How could Jere do that to him? They agreed to stop hiding things from each other and talk, but Jeremiah must have forgotten already. 

‘’You broke up with her, Con, remember? We did nothing wrong,’’ Jeremiah said, pulling facts in his favor to make himself feel better — less guilty — for kissing his brother’s ex.  

When Conrad kissed Belly on the beach last summer, he didn’t know she and Jeremiah were a thing — if he could call it that — or that he liked her. If he had, he wouldn’t have kissed Belly or confessed his feelings to her. Had the situation had been in reverse, Conrad wasn’t sure Jeremiah would have backed off. 

‘’I’m done.’’ Conrad's voice was resolute, his heart heavy as he turned away, unable to bear the sight of them any longer.

Jeremiah moved to follow, calling out Conrad's name. He didn’t stop, needing to be as far as possible from the painful scene. His mind was racing with a jumble of emotions. Anger, betrayal, and a profound hurt gnawed at him. He had trusted both Belly and Jeremiah, yet they pulled this shit behind his back. 

‘’Why do you always have to act like that?’’ Jeremiah said as he quickened his pace to catch up. 

Finally, Conrad turned to face Jeremiah, his expression a mix of sorrow and resentment. ‘’You don’t get to tell me how to react, Jere. You kiss the girl I love outside my school, against my car while she’s wearing my sweatshirt. If you don’t see how disgusting and messed up it all sounds—’’

‘’She kissed me,’’ the younger one quickly defended. 

 Hearing this made him want to pack his bags, get his ass to stanford and focus on school. He needed to turn the Belly page, and in order to do that, he needed to be away from both she and Jeremiah. California seemed far enough, right?

*

The first days and weeks were tough for Conrad, struggling to accept the definite end of the relationship. She was still all over him like a wine-stained shirt he couldn’t wear anymore. 

He blocked both Belly and Jeremiah’ numbers. If he wanted to move on, he had to keep his distance from them. For a while, at least. Then, he deleted all the old pictures he kept of Belly on his phone. There was no going back for them anymore. 

He was done.

*

You met Conrad a little before Christmas break. Just like those cliché rom-coms, you walked right into him and spilled your chai latte all over his sweater. You wanted to break the cliché and not fall for the victim of your clumsiness, but after one look into those beautiful blue eyes, you knew it would be impossible. 

 After that day, you kept crossing paths around campus and, one afternoon, you asked him out. He was so surprised, but he said ‘yes’. 

Although you had sealed the end of the night with a few kisses, you decided to take things slow. You had a very busy schedule with the tutoring lessons on top of your regular program, and Conrad was unsure if it was too soon to get in another relationship, if he was ready for it. The scar Belly had left on his heart was healing, but was he ready to open his heart to someone again? 

‘’Have you ever been in love?’’ you asked one night in his dorm while studying. 

Your question had caught Conrad off guard. It was visible on his face. 

‘’Have you?’’ he returned, not taking his eyes off his textbook. 

He was trying to dodge the question. 

‘’I asked you first,’’ you said, seeing through his plan.

‘’Then yes.’’

‘’How many times?’’

‘’Once.’’

His answers were flat, annoyed he was by all your questions. He wished you would stop and get back to studying in silence, but you kept going. 

‘’On a scale of one to ten, how in love were you?’’

‘’You can’t put being in love on a scale,’’ he said, lifting his head with furrowed eyebrows. ‘’Either you are or you aren’t.’’

‘’But if you had to say.’’

Conrad started flipping through his notes. He hadn’t thought of Belly in months. He missed her — in a different way he used to. She was his friend before they got tangled into this mess.

He didn’t look at you when he finally said it. ‘’Ten.’’

*

The more time he spent in your presence, the more Conrad was — unknowingly — letting go of his past. 

The pictures he deleted months ago became pictures of you, filling his phone until there was no space left. The smell of your perfume lingered on some of his clothes and in his car. He had your coffee order memorized, along with your favorite study-break snack, which he made sure to have in stock in his dorm. 

You became part of his routine — part of his life —, brightening his days even on his darkest, saddest nights. 

He didn’t want to bother you, but nothing was calming the ache in his chest. He tried getting some air and smoking weed, he even thought of calling Laurel, but it was almost 2am in Pennsylvania. Conrad didn’t want to scare her. 

So he pulled up your contact and called, the weight of his grief still heavy in his heart, wishing Susannah was still there. He couldn't believe a full year had gone by since she took her last breath. 

You were about to slip into bed when you saw his name flashing on your phone. You almost didn’t pick up, but you got a gut feeling that he needed you. 

When you opened your door, a saddened look was etched onto Conrad's face, his beautiful eyes glistening with unshed tears. The sight pulled at your heart and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him for the whole night.

Supported each other through finals and all-nighters.

‘’Getting tired?’’ you said, catching him actively fighting against his own eyelids. 

Conrad shook his head, taking a long gulp of his coffee. ‘’No time for sleep. I have this huge exam first thing tomorrow and I still have a lot of chapters to cover.’’

‘’You can take a short nap if you want. I’ll wake you in thirty minutes,’’ you kindly offered, flipping through your notes for a specific annotation. 

‘’Nah, I’m good.’’ He flashed you a soft smile, then returned to his studying. 

A few minutes later, and you couldn't help but notice that Conrad's eyes had begun to droop. They would halfway close and then he would either blink a bunch of times, or widen his eyes until they were bug eyed. It was cute.

‘’Con? Conrad?’’ you called out gently. 

‘’I'm not sleeping. I'm resting my eyes,’’ he mumbled defensively, fighting fatigue.

There was no way he was getting through the night, so you put your notes down and slipped on Conrad’s flannel shirt that was on the back of your chair to shield you from the night air. ‘’We’re gonna need more coffee.’’ 

As you came back with two fresh cups of coffee, you found Conrad fast asleep on your pillow, still clutching his pen.

And held his hand through the rainiest times — literally.

‘’Isn't California supposed to be the sunniest state?’’ Conrad asked, watching the downpour through the windshield, drenched from head to toe. ‘’The seats are all wet...’’ 

‘’You gotta learn to live with the consequences of your own actions, Connie baby.’’ 

It was his idea to get waffles when the sky was looking very gray and angry. He insisted that it would clear out, but a loud clap of thunder echoed on your way back to the car and rain started pouring. You took the road back to campus, but it got too dangerous, forcing Conrad to stop the car on the shoulder of the road and wait for the rain to calm. 

You wiped your face with the sleeve of your hoodie and a smile curled on Conrad’s lips, still the most beautiful to his eyes despite your wet hair and the slight smear of mascara under your eyes. 

 ‘’Rain happens everywhere. Even in the dryest desert,’’ you reminded him, pulling out your phone to check the weather app.‘’Unfortunately, this one isn't gonna stop anytime soon.’’

You toed off your sneakers, making Conrad draw his eyebrows.

‘’What are you doing?’’

‘’We’re gonna be here for a while.’’ You peeled off your hoodie — also wet from the rain —, leaving you in your skirt and dainty bralette. ‘’Might as well occupy ourselves,’’ you explained before leaning over the middle console and kissing him, fastening yourself to him with a stitch. 

The kiss took him by surprise, but he wasn’t complaining. He could spend hours kissing you and never get bored. 

You crawled over the console and on Conrad’s lap without breaking contact, your hands easily finding grip on his hair as you felt his hands all over your body, caressing and pulling. The windows were fogging quickly around you, creating a veil of privacy as more layers were peeled off.

Conrad once believed he had found love, that Belly was it for him, but the feelings he felt back then were nothing compared to how he felt right now. 

‘’You’re the best thing that happened to me,’’ he confessed, his forehead pressed against yours. 

*

The invitation came in a few weeks before the wedding. Conrad couldn’t believe his brother was going through with this. Everything was happening so fast and seemed rushed. Him and Belly weren’t even twenty. Who gets married so young anymore? 

He arrived in Cousins a few days prior to the wedding, surprising everyone — and stealing the attention from the soon-to-be-weds — when they saw a girl with him. 

The only person who knew exactly who you were was Steven. A few months ago, you had posted a picture with Conrad at the beach and tagged him, leading to Steven finding out about his friend’s new girlfriend. He was surprised when he saw it, but very happy for Conrad. He deserved better than someone who plays between two hearts. 

Laurel put down the table-center she was holding and went over to pull Conrad in a hug. She turned to you, making quick introductions, and Conrad held his breath. He’s always been close to Laurel and her approval meant more to him than his father’s or Jeremiah’s. 

While the two of you engaged into a conversation, he saw her. Belly. Dressed in a white sundress and talking to Taylor, she looked just the same. The only difference was, Conrad felt nothing. No pain, no old feelings rising back. 

For the first time, what’s past was past.

‘’Belly, come greet Connie and his girlfriend,’’ Laurel called out to her daughter. 

Although you had never met her, you could tell exactly who she was in the room — and not only because her dress was white. The jealousy filling her eyes when they fell on you gave her away.

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Make It Better

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After getting into an argument with his brother, Conrad seeks out the comfort of a close friend.

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Warnings: smut, oral sex (fem receiving), p in v, strong language, and slight angst.

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For every girl in Cousins, there was something about Conrad Fisher that made them go a little crazy. And for Y/N, a girl who grew up with the Fishers and Conklins next door every summer, it was the fact that he decided to choose her of all people to be with. Even if Belly had him first, it was all worth it to her.

With Conrad, it's all soft-spoken praises, feather light brushes off his fingertips against forbidden places, and sensual kisses. It's all she can see when she closes her eyes to sleep at night or merely blinks during the day. It's hard to keep it a secret when her mind refuses to stop recalling the memories at a constant rate. Still, she has to be on her best behavior seeing that it is the last night they have together before the house is officially sold by Aunt Julia. And to honor their summer house, they collectively decided to throw a goodbye party.

The vibration of the bass thumping within the walls of the house is strong enough to rattle her eardrums as she takes a shot with her arm interlinked with Cam Cameron's. He, of course, is drinking a can of soda, but she was quick to assuage his insecurity when he mentioned it. It was the thought that counted.

She and Cam have been friends since they were in middle school, so, when he joined their circle of friends through Belly last year, it made her happy to have him around in the way Jere, Steven, Conrad, and Belly always were. When he and Belly ended their fling, she was there for both of them. She hugged Cam for a minute straight before letting go and offering to cheer him up with ice cream. For Belly, she told her she did the right thing by not leading him on and told her to follow her heart, wherever it may lead her, as they swam in the pool.

How was Y/N supposed to know it would lead her straight into the arms of the boy she's always loved?

"Okay," Cam rips her from her thoughts as he speaks, shoving his hydroflask filled with ice water into her hands, "You are officially cut off for the night until I see you drink some of this. I think your blood may be fifty percent tequila at this point."

She frowns at him.

"You're no fun, but I appreciate you looking out," she says.

She stays with him to swallow a few generous mouthfuls of water before handing the bottle back to him with a quiet, "Thank you. M'gonna go find Connie and Steven."

The last she checked, the two of them were taking pictures with the Polaroid camera they bought at the store earlier. They called her and Belly over to take turns taking pictures together. One of them all together, one of Y/N and Steven, then Belly and Conrad, and, finally Y/N and Conrad.

It was hard to watch Belly pose with him considering their extensive history together, but he knew that, and when it was her turn to pose with him, he wrapped his hand around her waist and entwined his fingers in hers to give it a reassuring squeeze. This made it extremely difficult for her not to smile too hard as she looked at the camera lens.

After the flash went off, Steven, the only person to know the details of their recent, days-old affair, says, "Wait, one more! One more! You'll thank me later, I swear."

With Belly having skated off, Taylor doing God knows what, and Jere lingering not far from wherever Belly went, they didn't feel too worried when they were directed to hug for the camera. Her cheek squished against his, their chests rising and falling to meet one another like matching puzzle pieces, and the scent of his body wash—the proximity to him was intoxicating.

"Okay, smileee—"

The flash off went off, and they stayed together for a few seconds longer than necessary before reluctantly pulling apart.

Steven handed each of them one of the pictures with a wink before saying, "Alright, Taylor wants me to do shots with her. I'll probably be back soon."

Conrad got the first one and she got the second. They couldn't help how they smiled as they stood side by side to admire them. His was carefully placed in the back pocket of his pants, which then made her realize that she did not have any pockets herself.

"Can you keep it safe for me?" she asked with a bright, moony-eyed expression. Her hands then slid down the front of her dress to feel for any place to store the photograph only to come up empty. "It's my own fault. Shouldn't have worn a dress."

His eyes softened as they looked up and down the length of her body, then settled back on her eyes.

"No," he said before he could stop himself, "it's perfect."

Her breath hitched in her throat, and she was about to open her mouth to speak when Cam and Skye called her name from across the room.

After a second, he spoke again, "I'll catch up with you later, Padme."

When he turned to walk away, he heard her giggle from behind his back at the inside joke shared between the two of them.

As she searches through the house for him now, she smiles to herself at the thought of it. It originated when they were mere children. After finishing a marathon of the Star Wars franchise in release order—the only correct way to watch it according to Susannah and Laurel—one summer, they all became obsessed with playing pretend with sticks as lightsabers. A week later, once it became apparent that it wasn't a fleeting phase, Susannah surprised them with toy lightsabers.

Somehow, they decided amongst themselves who was who, and it just so happened that Y/N was Padme and Conrad was Anakin. Jere and Steven made a deal to take turns playing Obi-Wan Kenobi since they originally both wanted to be him, and Belly, the youngest of the bunch, was so happy to be included that she would play whatever character they wanted her to for the day. The only roles that never changed were Anakin and Padme. Even when they got to the main trilogy in their game of pretend, Conrad played Darth Vader, and Y/N let Belly be Princess Leia while she played as Darth Sidious. One way or another, they were always paired in some way. Fated.

They much preferred playing as the star-crossed lovers as opposed to the pair of evil Sith Lords. It pleased her more than she ever let on that she and Conrad were together, even if it was just pretend. They've always teasingly called each other by those names ever since.

She peeks into every entryway when she walks by in hopes that she'll spot Conrad or Steven, but neither of them appears. It isn't until she steps out onto the front porch after searching the whole lower level of the house that she finds one of them. Well, actually, she hears one of them. Conrad.

"Jere, you know for a fact that I came home every second I could—"

"But it wasn't every day!"

Jeremiah, she notes as she stands with her back against the front door. Neither of them sees her.

"Okay, okay," Conrad retorts. "What do you want? A medal?"

What Jere says next makes her have to look away in the direction of the neighbor's yard, not wanting to see the heartbreak written across his brother's face as he calls him a coward. Her jaw tightens with every vitriolic word spewed at him. It isn't her place to interrupt, but it kills her to stand by and listen.

"You're not someone to look up to. You're not even someone I wanna know."

The universe must have a cruel sense of humor, because the second these words are said, someone trying to swing the door open against her back sends her stumbling forward into their line of vision. The sound of her falling to her hands and knees brings their attention away from one another instantly.

Her eyes meet Jeremiah's first, then they immediately switch to lock eyes with Conrad, and the first thing out of her mouth is, "I wasn't trying to eavesdrop or anything. I just came out here cause I couldn't find you guys. I'll go back inside." Despite her anger at what she overheard, she makes sure to look at both of them when she says, "I'm sorry."

She's already on her feet and facing the front door, abandoned by the guy who tried to walk out only to be greeted with this shit-show, when Jeremiah says, his tone harsh, "Don't. I was already leaving."

This makes her stop in her tracks, her hand frozen in place where it grabs the door handle, and, after she listens to Jere's footsteps gradually disappear, she turns back around.

Conrad is closer now than he was a second ago. Rather than remain in the driveway where he and his brother argued, he stands on the porch with his hands in his pockets. The look on his face...it's heartbreaking. His eyes are glassy, his lips downturned into a slight frown he tries to keep at bay, and knows based on the look he gives her alone that he will never forget what Jere said to him tonight.

She says softly, "Connie," unsure of what else to say to him, but that's all it takes to open the floodgates.

Silent tears start to fall down his cheeks as she closes the distance between them to take him into her arms in a comforting embrace. He bends down a little to allow his head to rest on her shoulder. Her hand cups the back of it to cradle his face into the soft crook of her neck, giving him the shelter he needs from the rest of the party to cry it out. The arms wrapped around her waist squeeze tightly enough to push the air from her lungs, but she never complains. To be in his arms is a blessing regardless of the reason and circumstances behind it.

They remain this way for the better half of a minute before he has the courage to break the silence. The hand on the back of his head brushes through his hair in a repetitive motion in hopes that it will soothe him.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" he asks. "I just"—he shakes his head—"I can't think straight right now..."

She nods.

"We can go to my house."

The Fishers and Conklins aren't nearly as familiar with her family's summer house as she is with theirs, but they have been inside a few times. On days when he didn't feel like being around everyone last summer, Conrad would come over and sit in the chair in the corner of her room, blowing the smoke from his joint out of the window while she cleaned, folded laundry, or read whatever book Laurel had recommended to her at the time. It was domestic in a way that made her heart skip a beat. It made her imagine how it would be in the future if they were together. If they truly ended up getting married as they pretended to when they were children while playing as Anakin and Padme.

She reaches down and entwines their fingers in order to lead him away in the direction of the house next door. It's a short walk over the fence gate that connects their yards. That was Susannah's doing. Five years into her friendship with the kids in her house, she and Y/N's parents agreed to install a new fence with a gate between their two properties to allow their children to play without having to leave the yard.

With everyone busy partying, no one should come back to sleep until way later. It wasn't until after they arrived back from their night at the country club that she remembered where her mom kept the spare key, so the others may forget their plans to sleep there. If they do, she'll shoot them a text in the group chat to remind them rather than allow them to sleep on the floor.

The door is already unlocked from when she went inside to shower and get ready with Taylor and Belly before the party, so all it takes is her turning the handle to allow them access.

She drops his hand once the door is kicked shut behind them and looks over her shoulder to say, "I think there's frozen food in the garage freezer if you're hungry," as she walks toward the kitchen. "And there's still my mom's Diet Coke in the fridge. We could always mix it with my dad's whiskey if you wanna keep drinking."

From behind, she can hear his footsteps on the freaking hardwood floor, getting closer and closer until his hand wraps around her arm to spin her around to face him.

"What—"

The question is cut short by his lips crashing against hers.

Kissing Conrad is something she doesn't think she will ever get used to or grow tired of. No matter how many times it happens, which, so far, has been at least three times since the night they spent at the country club, it takes her breath away the same as it had the first time when they were just children playing pretend.

Her arms are thrown around his neck in less than a second to pull him closer, and she doesn't hesitate to kiss him back. Not even for a second. At first, she is too intoxicated with the thrill of having him touching her to remember why they came here in the first place. Every thought revolves around him—the taste of the alcohol on his tongue, the feeling of his chest pressing against hers, and how confidently his hands find their place on her waist.

A second later, the memory of the fight he and Jere had comes back to her, and she forces herself to push him away.

"Wait," she says with her hands flattened against his chest to create some distance between them. "Wait, Connie."

When he opens his eyes, they're overflowing with concern for her. She already knows that he is assuming he made a mistake or that she doesn't truly want to do this with him, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. In fact, she is the one who is concerned for him.

"Are you okay? You and Jere just..." Her expression softens a little. "I don't wanna do this unless I know you're sure you're alright."

The confusion evident on his face disappears by the time she's finished speaking. In his mind, he anticipated something much worse than her wanting to check in on him to make sure he was okay. As the seconds passed between her telling him to wait and him looking at her, he feared she'd take back everything they shared in the past few days. All the secret kisses, gentle touches, and giggles. He wasn't sure he could take losing another one of the girls he grew up with in that way.

He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and stares at her without saying a word. If it were anyone else, it would be uncomfortable, but it never is with them. That's part of what keeps bringing him back to her. Of course, it can't end well seeing that he dated Belly, she's friends with her, and they had such a messy break-up, but what is he supposed to do? Ignore his feelings? Pretend not to want her when he clearly does? He can't do it. He won't. Now that he's already had a taste of her, he can't resist any it longer.

His chest rises with a deep inhale, then—

"I fucked everything up, and I knew Jere must have resented me for it, but I didn't think it was that bad," Conrad says. "I'm sad and angry, of course, but that doesn't mean you'd be taking advantage." He lets the tip of his nose brush hers with how close he comes. His voice is hardly a push of air when he speaks again. "You make everything feel better. You always have."

She doesn't allow him to kiss her again. Instead, she plays with the hair at the nape of his neck and keeps her eyes on his, not giving in even when their noses bump together and the heat of his exhales cloud on her skin. The kitchen table he has her pressed up against digs into her back, keeping her pinned in place exactly where he needs her.

"So, that's what you want?" she asks in a hushed tone even though they have the house to themselves. Every breath they take is pulled from the little pocket of air between their faces, and they can both smell the liquor on each other's breath every time they exhale. The hands on her waist slowly descend until they settle on her hips. "You want me to make it better?"

The moment she says the words, Conrad seems to melt into her touch. That is all it takes to turn him to putty in her hands, and he nods in response with his face pressed against hers.

"Is that okay?"

In other words, is that what you want? Have you been dying to get your hands on me the way I have been dying to get mine on you? It feels like a lifetime since they first hooked up in a secluded room at the country club, but it hasn't been more than a day.

In lieu of a verbal answer, she closes the inch of distance between them and connects their lips in a tender kiss.

He reciprocates with a passion that ramps up the intensity in a matter of seconds, quickly turning it from its initially timid and gentle nature into something more desperate and needy.  Those hands on her hips squeeze hard to keep control and steady her body as he presses her further into the table, making her back arch a little. Her hands wander to explore every part of him now that she knows he wants this again, and she slips them up underneath his shirt to feel his bare skin beneath her palms. But when her hands make contact with his nipples, he shivers.

Their lips disconnect, shining from the saliva they share, for him to murmur, "Cold hands," as explanation before reaching down for the hem of her dress. She helps him shimmy the tight material up from where it gets stuck around her breasts until it is pulled free and tossed somewhere on the kitchen floor behind her, leaving her in only her undergarments. And he is quick to dispose of those too. Nimble fingers fumble with the clasp of her bra for a few seconds, then it finally comes loose around her back.

But, that's the last thing she lets him take off of her before she puts a hand on his chest to stop him.

Without saying a word, she grasps the bottom of his shirt and starts lifting it up to reveal his bare chest to her. He takes the hint without a second of confusion, pulling it the rest of the way off. It drops from his grasp the second it's off his head and abandoned in favor of aiding her in her attempt to undo his pants with those soft, trembling hands.

In a way, it feels similar to their first time. It was against a wall at the country club the other night after they became bored looking for a place to sleep. All they knew was that they needed to make it quick, so they did. His hand disappeared down the front of her panties to help her along, the pressure of his fingertips rubbing her clit bringing a wetness that soaked the cotton fabric concealing her from view, and that was all the preparation they took before it happened. He asked, voice quiet and low, if she'd done it before when she began tugging on his shirt as they made out, so once she said she had, all bets were off.

The thought of it slows him down for a second.

That time, they had to get it over with quickly. If they hadn't, the others likely would have gone looking for them and found out what was going on in the office room they snuck into. It was rough and quick and passionate, and he liked that, he truly did, but recalling that now makes him want to do it differently this time. Especially considering what happened before they came into this house.

"Slower, slower," he murmurs into her mouth.

The adjustment is made instantly, and she allows him to take back full control of the kiss. With his hands pulling her hips flush against his, he surrenders to the urge to rut against her to relieve the aching of his hard cock through the material of his boxer briefs and unzipped pants. He invades her open mouth with his tongue and kisses her slower, deeper than he had the last time. His teeth nip playfully at her lower lip in the second he takes to pull back for air.

His hands cup her face on either side to keep her in place as he dips down to kiss the underside of her jaw. He doesn't dare to leave any marks behind where anyone could see them, but he does take his time and suck gently on the sweet spot on the gentle slope where her shoulder and neck bridge together. Faintly, they can both hear the music from his house next door over the wet sound of his lips on her neck.

The other day, they didn't have the time to do everything he wanted to with her, but tonight they do. Tonight, he has her to himself for the first time in months, and he isn't going to take that opportunity for granted. Everything with her happened too fast for him to process. Last week, he'd been caught up on Belly, and part of him still is, but, then, Y/N came into the picture in a way he never expected. Despite the fear of ruining their lifelong friendship, to be with her felt as natural a process as breathing.

The hands on her face slip down the sides of her neck and down the front of her body until they find the band of the thin little thong she chose tonight for the sake of not having panty lines through her dress. Part of it also had to do with the possibility of this happening again, but she'd never give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

It appears, however, that he already knows when she finds the end of his mouth tipping upwards in a slight smirk as his fingers hook around the fabric. Seeing that they just hooked up yesterday and that these are a decent step up from the boy-short panties patterned with flowers he saw her in before, it isn't too difficult to put together.

Conrad sinks down onto his knees to tug it down her legs, and before her cheeks can begin to burn with embarrassment, she warns him, "Don't even."

This draws a giggle from him, his head tilting back to let him look up at her. Even in the midst of their playfulness and laughter, the sight of him kneeling before her makes her go weak in the knees. The strands of hair hanging in his eyes frame his face with an effortlessness she has envied him for her whole life. His beauty is classic, statuesque, even. He is the specific type of attractive that never falls out of trend or becomes less shocking over time. At least, not for her.

"I didn't say anything."

She counters, still laughing, "You didn't have to!"

At this point, she is grinning from ear to ear, and it's difficult to be self-conscious about being laid bare in his presence when he's looking at her like that. Her left leg is lifted off of the ground for her underwear to slide off of her ankle, but he doesn't put it back down. Instead, he turns his head to kiss her sensitive inner thigh, leaving her with nothing to do except watch while the anticipation of what he plans on doing eats her alive.

Unlike her neck, he has no qualms about marking up her thighs. It may be mildly uncomfortable to forgo wearing shorts in the summer heat, but it's doable. She can wear some of the bottoms she has stored in the dresser upstairs to keep the others from seeing if need be. His other hand grips her right hip to keep her steady while his other has her bent leg propped over his shoulder. Soon, his kisses have made a path up the length of her thigh, and she can't help but breathe heavier when she feels the heat of his exhales at the apex of her thighs.

"Connie..." she breathes out.

This brings his attention up, eyes fluttering open from where they'd been closed as he inched closer and closer to where she wants him most. And when she finds him looking up at her, pupils dilated and lips swollen from kissing, she can hardly breathe.

He asks, "You nervous?"

Words fail her. All she can do is nod.

"Don't be," Conrad whispers, the hand on her hip reaching to take hers in it for the sake of comforting her. "It's just me."

To this, she chuckles a little and tries not to shift in place with the sheer discomfort of the need she feels for him in this moment. No one has ever done this specific sexual act with her before, so the nerves are strong, but not quite as strong as her curiosity or desire.

"That's exactly why I'm nervous."

Her free hand comes down to brush the hair out of his face, and he leans into the touch like a cat brushing up between your legs. His eyes shut again for a second to appreciate the sweet gesture before looking up at her again, a slight grin begging to come to fruition on his face.

"Let me make it better, then," he says softly, in that charming, distinctly Conrad way that could take any girl's breath away with ease.

The first flick of his tongue against her is gentle, a mere glimpse of what's to come, but it stuns her all the same. Never having experienced this before, she is extremely sensitive to anything he does to her, and she finds that she's far more sensitive when it's his mouth pleasuring her as opposed to his fingers. Every soft brush of his lips against her in teasing kisses makes her hips press forward into his face in a silent command to continue without her noticing that she's doing it. He is quick to notice it, though, and he doesn't continue to tease her any longer.

This time, when he spread her open on his tongue, he gives her what she wants.

Sparks of pleasure shoot through her the second she feels him lapping at her aching clit, soft and gentle at first until he feels her grinding herself forward against his face for more. With her soft sighs and stifled moans as encouragement, he dips his head between her legs and eats her like a man starved. The remaining leg she stands on is quickly guided over his other shoulder, and his hand slips out of hers in favor of taking hold of her hips. The supple flesh of her ass is soft where it is squeezed beneath his fingertips and used as leverage to bring her as close as possible.

"Mm," she whines, "Fuck..."

The ability to speak evades her in the heat of the moment, but they both know how much she's enjoying this without her having to come out and say it. If the sounds she's making weren't enough, the hand she has gripping the back of his head to keep his mouth on her would prove it.

She knew from conversations overheard between the boys that Conrad was no stranger to this kind of thing. It may have made her heart sink into the pit of her stomach to hear it back then, but, right now, she's thankful for his experience. Every lick, kiss, and caress is placed exactly where she needs it as though he's able to read her body without having to open his eyes. The pleasure he's giving her far outweighs the jealousy she feels when she remembers that he's done this with other girls, one of them possibly being Belly.

The taste of her arousal, slick on his lips and tongue, has him humming in contentment into her as though he is the one being pleasured by this. In a way, he is. There's something intoxicating about being surrounded by her in every sense like this—her weight on his shoulders, her hands in his hair, and her thighs clamped shut on either side of his face. His dick strains against the fabric of his underwear as well as his unzipped pants, pulsing with the desire to sink into her and find his release.

She cants her hips to grind down on his face in pursuit of something closer, something deeper that they can't manage like this. And it isn't long before she starts to pull gently at his hair, reaching down and trying to pull on his arm to get the message across.

Conrad's lips part from her soaked pussy with a wet sound. When he looks up at her from between her thighs, she can see how his lips and chin are smeared with her arousal. It glistens under the moonlight coming in through the kitchen window. In seconds, the moment is already gone. The hands gripping her hips slide down to take hold of her thighs in order to guide them off of his shoulders, and when he sets her back down onto the ground, her muscles are trembling.

He's standing back up at his full height with his body slotted perfectly between her legs in the time it takes her to blink. Their next kiss is hungrier, much more aggressive in nature, than the last they shared, and she can taste herself on his lips.

In the gaps between their fervent kisses, she says, breathless, "I know you wanted to go slower this time, but I can't." His tongue invades her mouth again, pushing past her soft lips to allow the taste of her lip balm to blend with the semi-sweet taste of her pussy. It's only when his tongue retreats to give him the chance to bite down on her bottom lip that she can speak again. "Please," she whines and juts her hips out until she feels him hard against her. "We can go again after, I just want you now."

This sends him into a bit of a frenzy.

He has had his fair share of hook-ups—not nearly as many as Jere but plenty—yet there's something about her that thrills him in a way few others ever could. No girl has ever said anything like that to him. With Belly, it was her first time, so everything was tender and experimental due to the nature of the situation. With Y/N, it's different in the sense that they cannot be fairly compared. How could anyone compare a gentle, sweet first time with what may end up being the best fuck of his life, surpassing the quickie at the country club that left them both breathless and weary.

Conrad is panting for air when their lips part, their mouths hanging open and brushing as he hefts her up onto the table with little effort. Beneath her hands, she can feel his biceps flex with the quick lift. Taut muscle contracts and pushes back against her fingers before relaxing again once her ass is planted on the tabletop, but if it weren't for her hands gripping his arms for support, she wouldn't have noticed it had any effect on him. It's strangely arousing. She never gave his casual strength much thought until he utilized it in this context for the first time. A thin sheen of sweat coated his forehead when he had to keep her lifted against the wall at the country club as he thrust into her, but he didn't struggle.

Please. He hears her whining the word on a loop in his mind as he aids her in shoving his pants and underwear down his lean thighs. We can go again after. She wraps her hand around his length and pumps a few times despite the fact that he's already hard enough for it to ache. All the while, he's still stuck on the things she said. We can go again after. Not only does she want him now, she already knows she'll want him again. I just want you now. That crucial part gave him the answers he'd been seeking for the past twenty-four hours since he pinned her to the wall at the country club and fucked her hard enough to make the framed paintings shake on their hooks. I just want you now. It was life-altering for her too.

As he angles his hips just right to guide the broad tip of his cock into her, his fingers dig into her hips so hard, she'll be shocked if it doesn't bruise by tomorrow.

She uses the legs wrapped around his hips to push him further into her, and they both gasp at the sensation it brings them. Her heels press into the backs of his thighs, urging him to take whatever he wants from her whenever he wants it. It doesn't matter that the stretch she feels the further she urges him inside of her almost makes her have to bite down on her lip to contain a wince. Nothing matters to her except for getting as close to him as physically possible.

He lets out a low, drawn-out, "Oh fuckkk," under his breath as he sinks the rest of the way into her.

Their noses bump with every slight movement made or breath taken in, and she refuses to look away from his eyes. There's something inherently vulnerable about holding unwavering eye contact with him while he is buried in her to the hilt. The hands on his biceps slide up slowly until both of her arms are wrapped behind his neck to keep him from shying away from her at any point. This is the closeness she craved more than anything. Nothing else would do, not even having him on his knees for her.

It's a wonder that he doesn't come right away with how tightly the soft, warm walls of her pussy are squeezing around him. And when she bucks her hips up in a wordless request for him to move, he shakes his head.

Eyes clenched shut, Conrad murmurs, "I just need a second."

He feels her nod against his face, her nose nudging his cheek. For the next thirty or so seconds, he remains as still as possible. It's torture for him to stay this way and resist doing what comes naturally. Although it's for his sake, not hers, he struggles to keep a firm enough hold on his self-control. He keeps his eyes shut because he knows that if he looks at her, he won't stand a chance.

It isn't until the fire that blazed in the pit of his abdomen has calmed that he allows himself to look at her again. When he opens his eyes, she's already watching him. Her fingers twirl strands of his hair absentmindedly, and when she sees him open his eyes again, she closes the gap between their lips again.

This time, as his lips slot against hers, he draws away from her, pulling out until it's only his tip inside of her.

"You don't have to be gentle," she murmurs. "I can take it. I won't break."

His response comes in the form of him snapping his hips into her until he's gone as deep as she can take him. Despite her urging him to get rougher with her, she still gasps at the sudden intrusion and looks up at him with a wide-eyed stare of disbelief. Her past hook-ups were meaningless and unfulfilling. It happened during her freshman year at Trinity College while Conrad and Belly were dating. Considering what was going on at the time, she didn't plan to talk to either of them about it afterward, and, once it was as over, she didn't want to.

It was horrible.

It was the polar opposite of her first time with Conrad. Not only was it with an uncaring frat boy she met at a party her roommate dragged her to, it was uncomfortable. He didn't do anything other than get himself hard and stick it in, and with her nerves being so bad, it was already hard for her to get aroused. But it couldn't be any more different now. It couldn't be any more different with him.

It's rougher than it was initially, yet still slow and sensual. The hands on her hips guide her into a cadence to match his movements each time he thrusts into her, stifling the sound of his own low moans by smearing his mouth against hers. It's a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues brush, saliva coating their lips, and he makes sure there isn't a single part of her left un-worshiped tonight. Whether it be her neck, her collarbone, or her jaw, he pays every part of her the attention it deserves, partly for her sake and partly because he cannot help himself.

Their lips pull apart with a loud smacking sound, and he keeps his forehead pressed to hers as he looks into her eyes, head tilting just slightly to the side. One of his hands abandons its place at her hip to slide up the length of her torso. Her stomach flinches inward at the contact of his knuckles brushing her skin on the way past, but it's when he lets his hand flatten over her breast that she lets out a shaky exhale, He doesn't spend too much time there, though. After teasing her with a gentle squeeze, his hand wraps around the back of her neck for the sake of having control of where she looks, and, right now, he wants her to look at him as he admits something to her.

"I've dreamt about this," Conrad whispers.

He delights in her slack-mouthed expression when he ruts into her a touch faster and harder for the sake of seeing the expression on her face shift.

Somehow, she finds her voice and manages to stammer out, "I"—she is interrupted by the need to take in a sharp breath of air—"I thought..."

The hand on the back of her neck squeezes harder at the implication of her unfinished statement. It isn't necessary for her to continue the thought, he already knows what it means. I thought you dreamt about Belly. He did. He dreamt of Belly every night last summer, but it was Y/N who he dreamt of first.

She was the one who awakened these feelings within him for the first time. Being the oldest alongside him, she was the first to develop, and he didn't know what to do with the feelings that surfaced the summer she came back looking less like a girl and more like a woman. She was the first person he kissed, albeit for a game they played together, not Belly. Surely, he thought she had to know that it meant something to him too, but when he looks at her now, it's clear that he thought wrong.

His brows pinch together at the sensation of her tightening up around him, but his eyes are soft. Tender. Honest. He shakes his head. Just once.

"You were first," he says it so quickly, she almost misses it. "It was you."

That doesn't mean what he had with Belly meant nothing. In fact, it means the opposite. What he had with Belly was unlike anything he experienced before, but so is this. There is no way for Conrad to compare the two because what he feels for them is so solid yet different.

With Belly, he knew what he meant to her. He knew she put him on a pedestal her whole life and believed every word he said, so it was difficult not to feel an added pressure to live up to that standard. His heart broke when he ruined prom for her, but he did it because he thought he didn't deserve her.

With Y/N, they've always mirrored one another. Both the eldest in their respective families, gifted children, and sensitive in a way that troubled them more than most of their siblings and friends. Where everyone else misunderstood Conrad, she understood him. And it was never something that had to be acknowledged out loud or spoken of. It was a law of existence.

The summer before last, when Conrad got into reading as a result of Laurel gifting him a few of her favorite classics, he ended up insisting that Y/N read Wuthering Heights shortly after he finished it. Never having read for pleasure before, she thought she'd find it difficult to devote herself to it, but she should have known. She should have known that if he wanted her to read it, there were good reasons for it. Belly and the boys were having dinner with their moms when she finally got to his favorite line.

It was underlined in red ink, she noted, not pencil. Never to be erased or undone in any way. When she read it, she knew immediately that he'd done it for her. On the page, it read, "He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same," and that was the moment she knew she loved him.

Right now, as he kisses her and reaches down with the same hand that held her neck to rub her clit, it's all she can think of. So, she says it. She takes the vulnerable confession and offers one of her own in return.

"You were first for me too," she says breathlessly.

The contact of his fingertips brushing her most sensitive spot has her jolting against him in equal parts shock and pleasure. It instantly makes the feeling of him rocking into her at a steady pace all the more gratifying. What she said is fuel to the fire for him. It urges him on, chasing the weightless, stirring feeling inside of him with reckless abandon. He decides to trust what she said about being able to handle him not being gentle, because, truth be told, he can't control himself.

Conrad, lost in the haze, starts sucking at her neck after he leans down to kiss it. Everything outside of this house no longer exists to either of them, so it doesn't occur to them that they'll have to answer for the marks left behind on her come morning. No, all he can think of is what he feels for her and how he can possibly show her the full extent of it without telling her. This is the only way, he thinks. When he talks, he fucks everything up, but she has to know how he feels through this. After all, she's always had a sixth sense when it comes to him. Why should it be any different now?

Her fingers card through his hair and tug gently on the soft strands as she tips back her head and arches her body into him, gasping into the dark, empty kitchen. Even when he kisses his way back up to her lips, he remains trapped in the trance she put him under, taking every part of her for himself. It takes her crying out in bliss at the combined sensations of his fingers on her clit and the smooth, wet drag of his cock inside of her for him to meet her gaze again. This time, he doesn't dare look away. Neither does she.

Their eye contact never wavers as she murmurs, face twisted in pleasure, "Fuck, I think—"

Her sentence can't even be finished before she's coming undone from the next caress of his fingers against her.

The arms wrapped around the back of his neck pull him in as her body tenses up with the onset of her climax. Not only does he watch and listen as the euphoria washes over her, he feels it. He can feel her spasming around him, clenching and unclenching, through every powerful wave.

Her jaw has fallen open in a gape that allows every beautiful moan, gasp, and whine to escape into the space between their lips. And it's the sensation of her coming around him that threatens to send him over the edge, but he holds out for as long as he can. Both for the sake of helping her ride it out and prolonging his own orgasm.

He pulls out quickly out of fear of finishing inside and withdraws the fingers that were rubbing her clit to wrap them around his cock, stroking himself once, twice, three times until he comes with a breathy moan. Watching it drip down her trembling stomach heightens the swift pulses of pleasure, and when his body jerks involuntarily from how good it feels, the next rope of cum lands across the hickeys on her inner thighs. It's downright filthy, but he'll be damned if it isn't the most erotic thing he's ever seen in real life.

For a second, time is suspended to allow them both the chance to catch their breath and enjoy the comfort of each other's embrace. Her arms are still linked around him, trapping him in, and he lets his face fall forward onto her shoulder with a tired sigh. It's impossible for either of them to find words in the midst of their post-orgasmic bliss, so they don't bother trying. Much like how it has been for their lives preceding this moment, the silence is comfortable. There is no misunderstanding, awkwardness, or trying to fill the space with meaningless small talk.

Once the rapid rise and fall of their chests have evened out, Conrad pulls away from his cherished spot in the crook of her neck and kisses her one last time before coming back down to earth.

He's already pulling his pants back up before moving to get a few paper towels from the kitchen counter, telling her, "Stay there, I got it."

The sound of the tap turning on reaches her ears, then vanishes as quickly as it appeared, and it isn't long before Conrad is back in front of her. Every swipe of the damp wad of paper towel is gentle on his skin, carefully minding where she's particularly sensitive in the aftermath of what they did. As he wipes his release up from her stomach and thighs, he folds the towel in half to clean her again, then, once he's finished, he leans down with one hand cupped underneath her thigh and presses a kiss to one of the marks he left behind.

Her face burns hot at this, but she tries not to let it rattle her brave face.

"You're lucky I like you so much," she says, tilting her head to show him her neck, "cause this is gonna be impossible to hide."

He can't even stop the smirk from crossing his face at the sight of her freshly bruised skin. Yet, he doesn't answer right away. He simply continues to smile to himself and walks around the island she's perched on, digging in the freezer for something for the next moment or so. When he returns, he's holding up a bag of frozen peas as though it is a coveted trophy.

"This will help," he says and gently presses the cold bag over the spot on her neck. "Thank you, by the way."

She blinks at him.

"For what?"

His shoulders pull up in a shrug as he tries to find the right way to word it without it sounding like he's only talking about the sex.

"For everything." He says softly, rubbing the edge of her jaw with his thumb. "Sometimes, I feel like you don't know what you mean to me."

The room has been plunged into silence since they stopped moaning, panting, and joining their bodies together. All that can be heard over their voices is the music next door, as well as loud voices speaking in the back and front yard. In here, though, it's just them, and he can hear how her breath hitches in her throat at what he said.

"It was confusing last summer, but ever since you underlined that part in the book you gave me, I've known. At least to some extent," she admits. "I knew you did that for me."

He nods.

"I did."

There's a long pause, then—

She breaks her gaze with him and looks down at the floor, smiling like an idiot at the thought of what has transpired in the last forty-eight hours. Seeing her clothes in a pile on the floor prompts her to take the frozen peas from him and jump down from her seat on the counter.

As explanation, she says, holding the bag to her neck, "We should probably get back to the party before anyone notices we're gone."

He casts a quick glance to the counter where they fucked for a second before looking at her again.

"And probably clean that."

A giggle escapes her when he says this.

"Yeah, we definitely should."

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Hello! Finally wrote a Conrad fic! If you enjoyed it, I'd love to hear your thoughts. If you want to be added to a tag list for future Conrad fics, let me know as well. Thank you.

[mntalbrakdown]

doin’ time - C. Fisher

masterlist!

mentions of: cussing, makeouts, smut… 18+ MDNI. fem receiving (fingering), cum play, piv unprotected (wrap b4 u tap)

synopsis: at the empty house party you play a quick game of cat and mouse with conrad

wc: 3.5k

a/n: i haven’t proofread this yet

gif from @thatonekimgirl

the purple pink and blue strobe lights that Conrad, Belly, and Jeremiah bought at Paty City made you look like you were glowing. the party was 70's theme and you were dressed in a lime green mini dress with gogo boots, you teased your hair to have a bump paired with a white headband. you had a graphic black liner and you felt beautiful. you were with Cam at the dj booth. you and Cam have always been close, you guys were touchy, but you never liked him, nor did he to you. in fact he told you about his feelings for Skye which you applauded to because you wanted him to be happy.

"can you guys play" Jumper the one who allowed Belly to buy the liquor started his sentence. which was cut off when Skye pointed at the "fuck the requests" sign they made

"sorry the sign speaks" you say sitting next to Cam at a random table

"but" Jumper continues

"respect the playlist" Cam cuts Jumper off with that he walks away from his attempt

"Steven curated this playlist with great intent" Skye says making it sound like a great medicine that could cure all diseases

"to make boys get bitches" you say jokingly which was true you saw four guys within 30 minutes pull a girl upstairs

"rest in peace to their backs" Cam jokes since there were no beds in the house to have sex comfortably with

"so how are you and Conrad" Skye asks you

"what do you mean" it was out of the blue, you didn't know what they were talking about

"y/n you can't be that clueless" Cam pokes at you making you squirm

"i seriously don't know what your guys' game is right now" you say searching their eyes

"he so very obviously likes you" Skye says

"you have some nerve Skye" you say mocking them since they are also in a similar situation with Cam

"what does that mean" Cam asks

"nothing" Skye and you say in unison

"all im saying is that man is smitten with you" Skye says making Cam nod his head in agreement

"yeah right since when" you say taking a sip from your coke

"since you and I got close last summer, he got really stiff and would clench his jaw when we would hold each others hand or even when i had my hand around your waist, his whole mood would switch" Cam says pointing all the times Conrad has been tense

"all those times Belly would walk into the room" you rebuttal Cam’s so very wrong analysis.

"ehhh wrong" both Cam and Skye said in the same time making you laugh at how alike they are

"i've ran tests and experiments, that man always sits next to you and looks for your vote in a decision," Skye says

"fuck you both" you say flipping them off

"time and place" Cam says at lightning speed

"i don't want to get scoliosis" you mock the previous joke you said before

"don't think that's how it works" Skye retorts but nonetheless they laughed as well

"hey y/n let's get a picture" Steven says pulling you away from the two others as Conrad was hiding behind him

"yeah sure" you say hopping off the table saying you'll be right back to the others

as you were following the two boys through the groups of sweaty highlighter bodies you were almost lost and by each step the gap between you and Conrad grew bigger. he looked right behind and saw what was happening. he extended his hand out so the gap would close and you grabbed on. you walked until you were at the bottoms steps of the staircase. surprisingly there was nobody there

"ok stand right there" Steven says as he was looking through the polaroid lens

"did you set this up" you whisper in Conrad's ears as you tiptoe

"no" he says flustered

"he's lying" Steven says making you shocked by his good hearing

"good" you say as you smile wide for the camera as you try your hardest to give Conrad bunny ears. you wait for the flash but Steven takes his time. you could feel Conrad's eyes on you. as well as his arm snake around your waist. were they right? did Conrad really like you? as you get out of your own head you finally get the bright white flash from the camera making this go by faster

"let me see" Conrad says as if he was out of his spell and going over to Steven to see the photo, but the thing about Polaroids is that you have to wait a moment to see the photo develop

"stay with me" Conrad says grabbing you by the waist to take you to the bottom of the stairs and sit

"ok" it wasn't like he asked you to stay it was a demand and you weren't mad about it

"I'm going to find Taylor" Steven says as he walks away

"wear a condom" you scream

"fuck off" Steven screams back

"so how are you and Cam" Conrad asks through gritted teeth

"he's good, going to see if Skye already asks him out" you say trying to slide the fact that you and Cam aren't dating

"oh, I thought you two were a thing" Conrad says trying his hardest to bite back his smile

"no, we're just really close" you say meeting his blue eyes that were now dark with a glint in his eye

"cool" he says not knowing what else to say

"cooool" you say not knowing how to carry the conversation

"yeah" was the only thing muttered from Conrad

"why cool" you say trying to see his thought process

"cool in the fact i spent all of last summer wasting my time with Nicole, no offense to her she's cool, just wanted to talk to you" he says searching your eyes to see if he struck a nerve

"you're cute, dumb and oblivious, but cute" you say as your hand goes to his hair and push it to his ear, making him almost pur to your touch

"i'm the oblivious one" he says in a confused and questionable way

"yes, I'm the one talking to you" you say in the same tone

"you clearly never looked my way" he says pointing at your chest

"bullshit" you say leaning against the railing

"everyone else picked up on it" Conrad says

"ok fine, i was the oblivious one" you say surrounding "give me the photo" you say as enough time has passed so it would be devloped

"what would you give me if i do" Conrad whispered lustfully which caught you off guard

"pfft nothing" you says as you extend your arm to get the photo from his other side

"than no" he says grabbing the photo and extending his arm backwards so you couldn't reach it

"fuck your long arms" you say climbing over his lap and trying to grab the photo which made your boobs hit his face making him kiss them "oh shit my bad" you say retracting back to your previous seat

"no" Conrad says wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you on his lap

"oh" you say as you see Conrad lean in for a kiss and you go in, letting all your muscles relax and allow you to really enjoy this kiss, both your hands on each side of Conrad's face as his are trained on your waist and tangled in your hair

"i really like you" he says pulling away from the kiss to look up at your face seeing how swollen your lips have already gotten

"good, because i like you too" you say smiling at the fact some of your pink lipgloss got on his lips "let me see the photo" you says looking deep into Conrad's eyes as he hands the photo to you

it was you the highest you could possibly go on your tiptoes to give Conrad the bunny ears, but even than you could barely see your fingers. your face was looking straight at the camera with the most derpiest smile you could plaster on. he on the other hand was looking deep into you, he wanted to savor the moment of how you looked while someone takes a picture of you, no one ever does that, their main priority was to look at the lens. and even now as you look deep into the photo and analyze it. Conrad is looking at you seeing how you take something as small as a picture and critique it

"why are you looking at me in this" you say flipping the photo to him

"i don't know" he says, but he was obvlously lying, you could tell he was lying when he says those three words

"you're a liar" you say as you go in for a quick kiss which makes Conrad excited, but you quickly pull away

"booo" he says like a seven year

"not until you tell me the truth" you say looking deep into his eyes as he eyes your lips to make sure he catches everything over the loud music and also because he wants to continue kissing you

"i never get to be that close to you and i really liked you and thought you were dating Cam so I had to take advantage of my time with you" he blurts everything out ready to kiss you again

"awe" you say clapping both of your hands to your face making Conrad pull you into a kiss by grabbing you by the back of your head

"get a fucking room" Jeremiah says to the both of you

"we'll take yours asshole" Conrad says jokingly

"ewww gross" he says walking down the hall

"do you want to" Conrad says trying not to push anything, but he did really want you, but he wouldn't say anything because he didn't want to sway your vote

"umm sure" you say putting a piece of hair behind your ear

“here follow me” Conrad says as he carrie’s you off his lap so you could stand and than he got up.

he grabbed your hand in his and led you up the stairs. you were close with Belly so you knew enough about the house layout. but it was all empty now so it felt odd and anything but a home. it was just a house now. his room was empty. you tried to picture having a good comfortable time but you couldn’t. he could see the expression all written on your face.

“we could use a floaty” he says scratching the back of his head

“and pop it” you laugh thinking of the idea of doing it only to pop it in the middle of it

“i want it to be nice” he says trying not to have just a hookup. he really liked you. he wanted this night to be special. he finally got his girl

“it could be nice another day, hooking up at a party is already so unclassy” you say pulling him for a kiss

“ok but than where” he says in between your kiss

“what about the bathroom” it was the only place that could be remotely nice

“ok follow me” he says kissing you once last time on your gore head, lips, and lastly neck

Conrad grabbed your hand and took you down the hall to the bathroom. surprising it wasn’t busy. when you opened the door Conrad immediately locked the door. after he instantly cornered you at a wall so you couldn’t leave him. which you weren’t planning on it either way

“hey” Conrad said leaning his forehead on yours

“hi” you say leaning in to kiss him. leaned in for a kiss. it was deep and passionate. you felt yourself relax. your shoulders fell down as your hands followed his face to his jaw and let them stay there. as Conrad was deepening the kiss you let out a slight moan. it was music to Conrad’s ears. he wanted to hear more. he was hungry to hear more.

“i need you” Conrad pulls away from you with blissed out eyes

“fuck- me too” you say as Conrad picks you up and sits you at the sink

he lifted your dress up to reveal your dark red laced thong. he felt himself snap. he needed you. he needed to be inside you.

as he pulled the thong all the way down. “god you’re so wet” he puts the red lace in his pocket for ‘safe keeping’

he licked his two fingers as lubricant and started to finger you. you followed his fingers as they disappeared and reappeared. sucking on your bottom lip to not draw attention to the bathroom. even though no one could hear you over the loud music.

“look at me when i’m fucking you” Conrad demanded. he wanted to see how your face contoured at his actions. making him feel good inside

if he could he would do this to you all day. he’s been dreaming about this ever since he could remember. he continued with his action. adding fingers as he goes. as he did you gasped into his forearm almost drawing blood with your red nails. Conrad was circling your clit with his other hand to speed the processes up. he needed you.

“Conrad” you whispered lowly and it snapped. Conrad and you. with the white liquid falling down his hand.

“god i need you” as he licks his fingers clean and leaning down to kiss you, tasting yourself

“you’re all i need” you say with fucked out eyes

Conrad unbuttoned his pants, dropping everything with it. making you take his shirt off. leaving him exposed. you opened your legs wider for him.

“fuck” Conrad leans in to kiss you biting your bottom lip as he pulls away “i don’t have a condom” he says flatly

“it’s fine, i’m on the pill” you say as you get the cum spilling from you and rubbing it on Conrad to lubricat him.

“i need to feel you” Conrad says desperately as he pushes inside you. kissing you to hide your moans.

he was huge. you don’t know what you were expecting but he was stretching you in the best way possible. the whole time knowing Conrad you never ever thought about his size. as he entered inside you, you leaned against the mirror and exposing your neck. moaning loudly to the way Conrad is making you feel giving him a confidence boost. as he continued his actions you would look down because you liked the view and every time Conrad lifted your head to see him. and when he did you moaned because he was the one fucking your cunt.

“let me hear you” Conrad whispered in your ear

“fuck Connie” you say grabbing Conrad and making out with him

something about you being fucked in retro clothes. and how Conrad liked the dress because he could see your boobs which allowed him to leave hickeys down your chest as a manrepelent. that he is the one for you and only you. you tugged on his hair to make him moan, which led to him kissing you deeply, hitting a new spot

“y/n you need to take a picture with me and Taylor” Belly says loudly through the door

“mm- yeah on it just doing some-e touch ups” you struggle to speak because Conrad just kept going deeper and circling your clit trying to make you mess up

as you heard the steps walk away you let out a loud moan which you weren’t expecting. the white substance running down your legs as Conrad just looks amazed at you.

“that was so hot” Conrad says hiding his face into your neck leaving new hickeys to decorate your body in the morning “turn around” Conrad demanded

“but-“

“please it’ll be quick”

and so you did. you didn’t know why but you trusted him with everything you had inside of you. maybe because you knew him amongst all your life, but either way he was making you feel so good today.

he turned you around so your face was looking at the mirror. it was fogged up from the steam coming from the both of you. Conrad aligned himself again going deeper and faster keeping the same pace he liked how your face would come close to the mirror almost hitting it. your eyes were watering and you were trying not to let them stream and ruin your makeup, but he just kept going

your hair was all sorts of tangled. your eyeliner and masacra running and your lipstick was smudged. your boobs were spilling out from the top of the dress as Conrad kept pounding inside of you.

“you look so fucking hot” Conrad says looking at you from the mirror

“yeah” you say half moan half question

“fuck yeah” Conrad affirmed

“take a picture” you say grabbing his phone from the counter and putting it on selfie mode. letting both you and Conrad in the photo as you but your lip and he concentrates on making you feel good

“fuck that was hot” he says as you put it in his hidden photos

you would look at his face from the mirror he was so focused on pleasuring you. and than another moment he would make eye contact with you through the mirror. his naked body heaving from the lost of air.

he leaned down to where your ear was nibbling at it and licking it to add more stimulus and make you come which was successful. you grasped into the sink so hard that you thought you would break it and moaned so loud that Conrad made you face him and kiss him to suppress the noise. because even though he liked hearing you, that was loud enough to hear over the music and didn’t want to stop the fun

“Conrad-” you say clenching on Conrad’s shaft

your stomach was tightening for the third time this night. you felt your body come to a stop, everything inside you started to tighten. you were sure your mascara was running

Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you ramble. He speeds his movements, knowing you’re close

“You’re so beautiful.” he thought. The way your head is titled back, your mouth wide open. He loves the way your eyes were screwed shut in pleasure. He couldn’t help but smile, not being able to stop admiring you.

He watches your face as you unravel, feeling him come close behind. “Ohmygod, fuck. Conrad, please,” you begin to pull away from him and look forward, the overstimulation almost painful. you came so hard tipping Conrad over the edge and following behind.

as he pulls out you felt the cold air hit you and you arched your back, Conrad looks at the sight and wishes he could take a picture. he uses his fingers to push the cum in.

“what are you doing” you ask standing straight but losing your balance

“i want you to walk around with my cum inside you” Conrad says leaning in to kiss you

“you’re so annoying” you say turning around to the fogged you mirror and cleaning it with your hand. fixing your eyes and smudged lips.

“i’m keeping these” Conrad pulls your underwear from his pocket

“no!” you yelp running to grab them but breaking your ankles

“did i do i that” Conrad asks at your lose of walking skills

“shut up” you say walking slowly to the door and walking away struggling

“two new photos today” he says referring back to the polaroid and the explicit version

“only for you” you say fixing your dress down your body as you take your shoes off to be able to walk a little better

“what now” Conrad asked

“i’m tired let me lay with you” you say wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss you

“ok” he says with a polite smile

you didn’t really understand how he could destroy you one moment and than the nicest person in the world. a person who would want to give you the world. and you enjoyed it. it kept you on your toes.

you quickly run to his room to make sure one one else could see your state of fucked up appearance. but your plan failed as Conrad quickly swooped you taking you in for a quick kiss making you smile.

“i have some extra clothes if you want” he asks pulling them out to you

“ooo give me” you say changing quickly in the corner of his room

“you’re funny” he says laughing laying down on his blanket and pillow

“what why” you say putting the shirt over your head and walking back to him

“you were all about yourself a second ago and than now you’re all shy” he says poking you

“oh shut up” you say moving your body so your back faced him

“make me” he says towering over your face so he could be kissed by you

a/n: i take requests!

[stvrkeysgal]

after last night - conrad fisher

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

conrad's masterlist

[jahayla-parker]

Her Faithful Protector : Conrad Fisher x Reader

Part 1

Descr.: Part 1, 4.8k wc, see series link below for full description. This part’s theme: before y/n and Con get together

Warnings: see series link below for warnings.

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Conrad watched closely as y/n walked along the empty shore. It was well past midnight when he had heard the sound of a door opening and closing. Earlier, Conrad had noticed y/n seemed quieter than usual today. As such, he felt a sinking sensation in his stomach when he heard the noise.

Conrad’s panic prompted him to leap up from his bed and quickly throw on a hoodie. He had made his way to y/n’s room, knocking lightly before opening the door. Conrad was hoping the sound was coming from her bedroom door and not the back door. The sinking in his stomach only worsened when he saw y/n wasn’t there; she’d left her bedroom despite the late hour. Given that y/n wasn’t still in the hallway when Conrad came out, the door he heard open and close must’ve been the back door.

Conrad rushed to the back door and sprinted down his family’s dock until he reached the beach. Once his feet sank into the sand, Conrad’s tired eyes spotted y/n further down on the shore. He could tell she likely needed space, so he stayed quiet. But, Conrad refused to leave y/n all alone and unprotected this late at night; even if Cousin’s was usually pretty safe. Hence Conrad’s current situation, in which he was seated on the cold sand as his eyes remained glued to y/n’s pacing form.

Y/n’s mind was racing so continuously that when she’d finally caught her breath, she realized she’d gone further from the Fisher’s house than she intended. She sighed and turned around to begin her journey back. Y/n hoped she hadn’t been gone long enough for someone to notice.

The sky was still dark and the tide was still high, suggesting it was likely still in the early hours of the morning. Everyone should still be asleep by the time she returned to the guest bed. Well, if you asked the Fishers, it was considered her bed. They’d made that decision years ago, when y/n had once again spent most of her summer with their family instead of her own. Ever since then, regardless of if her family was at Cousins, y/n had stayed with the Fishers in that same exact bed and bedroom.

Perhaps, one would consider it to be their room by now. But y/n was hesitant to do so. She didn’t feel she could truly claim it as hers because doing so implied she didn’t have to return to her actual home, her actual family, when the summer ended. Much to her dismay, that wasn’t the case.

Y/n had once again been distracted by her own thoughts that she didn’t notice her surroundings. It wasn’t until she nearly tripped over Conrad’s legs that she noticed his presence at all. Y/n gasped as she tried to steady herself. She relaxed some as Conrad pushed himself up to his feet and held her shoulders still.

It was silent for a few moments as Conrad watched y/n blink rapidly. He knew she tended to do that whenever she’d been in her head too much. Conrad’s eyes utilized the minimal light coming from the nearby houses to scan her body for any signs of what was causing her midnight stroll.

Conrad remembered how y/n used to sleepwalk as a child. He knew she had outgrown the behavior, but he nonetheless examined her eyes for any signs it had started up again. When Conrad could see her eyes were clear and focused, he let out a soft sigh. He wasn’t sure what prompted her to journey out here this late, much less alone, but at least it appeared to be something he might be able to help with.

When y/n finally let her eyes shift upwards to meet Conrad’s, she felt her muscles tremble. She immediately felt his arms wrap around her as he pulled her to his chest. Y/n caved into Conrad’s embrace, her hands gripping onto the back of his shirt tightly as she tried to keep her breathing calm.

Conrad silently lowered the two of them down to the sand, his hands never leaving y/n’s frame. He watched her closely as he sat down, noticing the way she clung to him. Conrad and y/n had always been close, but he could see the desperation in her tonight. He wasn’t sure what it was that y/n was going through or how to help. But Conrad could see she needed him, and he was going to make sure she knew she had him.

“Do you want to talk about why you’re out here so late?” Conrad asked softly after she’d relaxed some.

“I could ask you the same thing” y/n deflected with a weak laugh.

Conrad sighed, reaching up and moving a few strands of hair from her eyes. “Y/n,” he whispered, shaking his head. “You know I’m out here because you’re out here” Conrad said, staring into her eyes as he searched for an explanation.

Upon seeing the guilt his last statement caused, Conrad tilted her chin up with his thumb. “Talk to me, I want to help” he admitted. Conrad noticed the way y/n’s eyes softened and heard her faint sniffle. His heart seized at the sound of her despair.

“I… I can’t” y/n mumbled, looking down at the sand. She silently lifted a handful of the cold damp sand and let it sift through her fingers. Y/n knew, could practically feel, that Conrad was watching her in expectation. But she wasn’t lying, she couldn’t tell him.

Conrad frowned slightly, “yes you can. Whatever it is, you know I won’t judge you”. He watched as her eyes flickered up to him hesitatingly. “I won’t force you to, just know I’m here” Conrad promised, squeezing her hand.

Y/n let out a loud breath of air as she nodded appreciatively. “Thank you Con” she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. Y/n found herself to suddenly be grateful for the dark sky as she felt a small smile from when Conrad held her to his side.

“Gotcha!” Jeremiah cheered, his loud laughter echoing off the walls of the house. He hadn’t noticed the way Conrad was glaring at him nor the way y/n had flinched not from surprise but from true fear. Instead, Jeremiah was blissfully unaware to the fact he’d caused his older brother to watch y/n even closer now.

Y/n held a hand over her chest and forced a small smile. “You got me” she agreed timidly, her breath still shallow. Nonetheless, y/n played it off and pushed Jeremiah’s shoulder playfully.

“Connie” y/n’s whispered voice cracked as Conrad picked up his phone.

Y/n’s frail voice made Conrad’s body shoot to until he was no longer laying down. His eyes were now wide open and he looked around for the clock. It was three in the morning.

Conrad wasn’t sure what was going on. He knew y/n had been told by her mother that she was expected to stay the night with her own family tonight. Conrad could see her disappointment when his mom broke the news. But it wasn’t to the extent he’d expect y/n to call him so late in tears.

“Y/n, what’s going on? It’s three AM” Conrad questioned, voice coming out tired and raspy despite being fully alert now.

“I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-” y/n mumbled.

Conrad shook his head. Realizing y/n wasn’t able to see him, he whispered, “No, stop. What’s going on, where are you?”

There was a moment of tense silence before y/n answered, “I’m here”.

Conrad threw his legs off the edge of his bed and made his way to his bedroom door. “What?” He asked, seeking clarification.

“I’m outside your front door” y/n whispered shyly.

Conrad flung his door open and rushed down the stairs to let y/n in. As he bounced down the steps he breathily asked, “why didn’t you come in?”

Y/n tried to think of how to politely explain she still didn’t feel it was sort of her home too. However, before she could even find the answer, she saw Conrad throw the door open. She could see the way Conrad’s eyes were alert as he searched the porch for her; only slightly aided by the motion-detecting lantern beside the door.

Conrad felt the tension in his chest relax upon seeing that y/n was safe. However, it once again seized up as he took note of her facial expression. Conrad could tell how desolate and shy she was feeling.

“Y/n,” Conrad sighed softly, nearing her, “what’s going on? How long have you been standing out here?”

Y/n didn’t answer. She only shrugged as her eyes lowered to the ground.

“Why didn’t you come in?” Conrad asked again, grabbing y/n’s hand. He placed a soft kiss to her knuckles as he waited for her response.

“I didn’t want to wake you but… I just…” y/n mumbled, her fingers gripping his hand tightly.

Conrad nodded silently for y/n to continue her sentence despite the way he was wanting to say she could wake him up anytime.

“I had to… it sounds stupid” y/n huffed as she shook her head.

Conrad sighed, “Y/n, talk to me”.

“I- I can’t. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come, please just go back to sleep okay?” Y/n whimpered. She looked away from his as she reluctantly let go of his hand. Y/n turned around as she moved to walk away.

“Y/n, come on, don’t leave,“ Conrad begged, softly grabbing for y/n’s wrist. However, his hand had merely brushed against hers.

Yet, y/n audibly gasped while flinching away, her eyes taking on a wild glow.

Conrad’s eyes widened as he rushed forward and moved to stand in front of y/n. His eyebrow raised as he tried to scan her body in the dark.

Conrad’s eyes settled on the bunched up extra fabric of the sleeves on his hoodie she’d been wearing.

Conrad glanced into her eyes, silently reassuring her before he slowly tugged the sleeve away from her hand. His heart splintered into a million pieces when he saw the reddened skin that had formed just above her hand. Conrad looked up with a shaky breath as he tried to stay calm for her, “what happened? Who did this?”

Y/n wanted to look away but could felt trapped as she stared into Conrad’s beautiful eyes. He was clearly scanning hers for answers, but she couldn’t tear her eyes from his. Instead she resorted to letting out a forced fake laugh, “I’m just clumsy”.

“Y/n” Conrad groaned softly, his eyes still staring into hers.

In order to lie y/n had to look away. After she tore her eyes from Conrad’s gaze she covered, “What? I fell, you know me”.

Conrad hummed, “I do know you, but you’ve never hurt your wrist like this before by falling”.

Y/n bit her lip and forced a laugh, “first time for everything”.

Conrad frowned and slowly moved one of his hands up to y/n’s face. Once he saw he’d gone slow enough to not cause her to panic, he moved some hair from her eyes even if she was looking away. “Y/n. You know better than to catch yourself by now. You’ve been klutzy since you were small. Now be truthful, who did this?” Conrad asked, his voice pleading.

Y/n looked up at Conrad for a moment before her eyes flickered to the side of his head. “Con, I told you” she weakly argued.

Conrad sighed, “Y/n”. “Where did you get that?" he repeated, more firmly this time.

Y/n sniffled and refused to hold eye contact with Conrad despite his attempts to catch her gaze.

Conrad mentally scolded himself. He quickly composed his anger internally and moved closer to pull her to his chest. Conrad wasn’t sure if she still trusted him to do that without hurting her. But, he smiled to himself when y/n noticed what he was doing and clung onto him.

Conrad tried a new tactic. He needed to know what was going on, but didn’t want to keep pushing her about her wrist. Conrad stroked her cheek softly as he whispered, “if you can’t tell me what happened, can you at least explain what has brought you to being outside my house at 3 AM?”

Y/n lifted her gaze up to look into Conrad’s eyes, her eyelashes batting over her teary eyes. “I didn’t want to be alone” she confessed quietly.

Conrad nodded, tenderly guiding y/n’s head back down to his chest as he tightened his grip, “you’re not alone. You’ll never be alone, okay?”

Y/n nodded against Conrad’s chest and shuffled closer into his embrace.

After a few moments of the two of them standing on the dimly lit porch in silence, y/n yawned and stepped back, “Con?”

Conrad nodded, his worried eyes not leaving her.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Y/n asked timidly. She felt weak for asking but she needed him.

Conrad’s gaze softened even more as he nodded quickly, “that wasn’t even in question, of course you’re staying here”. He guided y/n into the house, closing the door behind him. “This is your place too. Besides, you know I don’t want you being alone when you’re upset” Conrad hummed, his hand on her back as he walked with her towards the kitchen.

“Especially when I don’t know what, or who, is truly responsible for this,” Conrad softly commented as he nodded towards y/n’s wrist. He wanted her to know he knew better than to believe she’d done it to herself. But he also wanted to let her know he’d still be there for her even if he didn’t know what she they were up against. “I’m not letting you out of my sight” Conrad promised, holding her hand as they rounded the kitchen island.

Y/n chuckled softly, the sound making Conrad smile to himself. She blushed as she teased, “as in, you’re going to watch me sleep, Fisher?”

Conrad felt his cheeks heat up as he flushed bright red. He rubbed the back off his neck nervously, “no that’s…Uhh…no? That’s not what I meant… I just… I was saying that I will get to the bottom of this…, and until then you’re gonna be safe because I’ll be with you”. Conrad turned silent as he rummaged through the freezer for something he could offer y/n as a makeshift ice pack.

Y/n smiled softly to herself as she tugged the sleeves of the hoodie she’d stolen from Conrad weeks ago down over her hands again. She sighed quietly as the embarrassment of her predicament reoccurred to her. “I’m sorry” y/n apologized, staring at Conrad’s back as he dug deeper into the freezer.

“Why are you apologizing?” Conrad questioned, pausing his movements long enough to look over his shoulder at y/n. He couldn’t help but notice how precious she looked, wearing his hoodie, eyes soft, a faint smile gracing her lips, the sleeves of his sweatshirt bunched in her hands the way she’d done everyone she’d borrow his jackets since she was five. However, as the beeping from the freezer door began, Conrad’s attention returned to the present moment and why he was standing here with her.

“Because I’m…” y/n began but trailed off.

“Y/n?” Conrad asked, pulling out bag of frozen vegetables.

Y/n shook her head “nothing, never mind”. She absentmindedly slipping her hands it from the sleeves of Conrad’s hoodie. The rubbing of her fingers by her pointer finger and thumb of the other hand wasn’t anything new to her, she’d been doing it unconsciously for years whenever nervous.

Conrad noticed the way y/n was rubbing her fingers and her avoidant face, her nervousness and insecurities clear to him. “Y/n, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Okay?” He said, handing her the makeshift ice pack.

Y/n still refused to look at Conrad, only mumbling a thank you as she took the frozen vegetables.

Conrad sighed lightly, “I’m serious, whatever is going on isn’t your fault and doesn’t say anything about you, okay?”

Y/n glanced up at Conrad and gave him a weak nod.

The action was enough to settle Conrad for now. “Come on, take these” He requested as he passed her a bottle of water and some ibuprofen.

Once y/n had taken the medication, Conrad took hold of her hand as softly as he could as he lead her to his room. “Are you okay crashing here with me?” He asked.

Y/n nodded, a small smile forming on her lips, “like when we were kids?”

“You still are a kid” Conrad teased, pushing his door open for them.

“Hey” y/n scoffed with a pout as she let him hold the door for her. “You’re not that much older” she argued, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Still technically an adult” Conrad smirked, following her into his room.

Y/n groaned, “barely”.

Conrad chuckled and searched through his dresser drawers for some more clothes for y/n. He handed y/n a pair of his drawstring sweats and a random graphic tee. Conrad squeezed her hand when she thanked him quietly before slipping out to change. When y/n came back into Conrad’s room, he saw she had placed his hoodie back on over the clothes he offered her. “Are you cold?” he asked tenderly, sitting on the corner of his bed.

Y/n silently shook her head as she slowly walked over to his bed.

Conrad easily sensed that something was up but he didn’t want to push it further than he had tonight. He knew y/n and that she’d shut down if he pushed too hard. Conrad was just glad that y/n had sought him out and that she was safe now.

Conrad’s relief displayed when he woke to find y/n tossing and turning in the middle of the night. He frowned and scoooted closer until he could wrap her up in his arms. Staring down at y/n, Conrad kissed the top of her head, “shhh it’s okay. You’re safe Y/n. I’ve got you”. Once she’d simmered down and was breathing more steadily, Conrad allowed himself to fall back asleep.

“I don’t believe it” Laurel scoffed, “you’re far too beautiful”.

Y/n shrugged, “I promise, it’s true!”

“What’s true” Conrad questioned as he walked into the kitchen having returned from his morning surf with Jeremiah. He sat down beside y/n and leaned into her, just enough for them to touch shoulders.

“Laurel and I were doubting that, our lovely Y/n here, truly isn’t dating anyone, yet” Susannah smirked, eyeing her eldest son.

Conrad tried to ignored his mother’s look, instead focusing on Y/n. “No one?” he asked, hoping his intrigue didn’t show up in his tone. Conrad couldn’t help but want to know for certain if she was seeing anyone; he’d always wanted to know this detail of y/n’s life. Yet, his voice came out more casually since he figured y/n would’ve told him if she had been; right?

Y/n and Conrad were certainly close enough for those details to be shared amongst each other. However, after last night Conrad wasn’t sure what all he didn’t know about y/n. In fact, he realized that perhaps there was someone y/n was dating but didn’t want people to meet. After all, it would explain why she refused to talk about who caused her injuries.

“No” y/n shook her head and turned to give Conrad a knowing look. She could tell when Conrad picked up on the look, his tense body language relaxing even more than it had at her initial answer. Y/n knew Conrad got her silent reassurance that what happened to her wasn’t from some boyfriend who’d hurt her.

Jeremiah cut in before Conrad could respond. He rubbed y/N’s hair wildly, “come on, our little y/n/n?” Jeremiah tsked loudly, “you’ve gotta be involved with someone!” “Didn’t I see you with that guy Kyle last night before the party?” He asked with wide eyes.

“Kyle? Who’s this Kyle?” Susannah asked, smiling excitedly. Even if she wanted Conrad to finally admit the feelings she knew her son held for y/n, she just wanted them both to be happy. While Susannah had an inclination Conrad would wind up with y/n eventually, for now she’d settle for Y/n being happy with someone else.

“Kyle? As in Kyle Richland? The asshole who -“ Conrad began, his eyes snapping from Jeremiah and Susannah over to y/n. He felt bile rise in his throat as he recalled the previous interactions he had with this Kyle.

“Conrad!” His mom scolded, shaking her head. Susannah sighed, assuming Conrad’s outburst was from pure jealousy and nothing else.

Conrad stared at Y/n until she looked his way. When their eyes locked, he glanced down at her wrist. Conrad let out a sigh of relief when y/n shook her head.

“Kyle is just a friend,” y/n told their group, glancing around the room. “And, nothing happened with him” she added, facing Jeremiah while her eyes stayed stuck on Conrad.

Conrad’s hands loosened from grip on his seat as he let his nerves relax. He ignored the questioning and smirking glances from the others in the room.

It had been a few weeks without Conrad noticing any injuries or other red flag behaviors. During that time, Y/n swore to Conrad that she was safe. She felt bad for lying to him, but she had to. Y/n felt even worse for having kept him on edge all the time after he’d seen her wrist.

She’d finally gotten Conrad to believe that she had truly tripped. He still felt off about it but wanted to trust her word. So he figured, maybe there was a reason y/n had tripped and braced herself. A reason that she wasn’t wanting to tell him.

But, at least Conrad knew y/n was honest when she said there wasn’t any boyfriend or partner hurting her. It wasn’t much, but at least he knew he didn’t need to help her escape a violent relationship with some asshole guy.

Y/n, the Conklins, the Fishers, and a few friends were hanging out in the Fisher family’s living room when Jeremiah suggested they play spin the bottle.

Conrad was the only one who noticed the way y/n stiffened at the suggestion. As such, he promptly declined to play, ignoring the mocking from Steven and his brother. Conrad merely rolled his eyes and suggested they find another group activity to do.

When the others didn’t agree with Conrad’s suggestion, he coyly looked over at Y/n. He could tell she wasn’t wanting to make a scene but was uncomfortable. Conrad then declared he suddenly recalled that he and Y/n had told Suzannah they’d go to the store for her before she got back.

It was a lie, but the others fell for it and offered to wait until they returned.

Y/n quickly shook her head, “no it’s okay, maybe next time”. She let Conrad help her up from her spot on the floor, squeezing his hand in appreciation. Y/n knew Conrad made up the lie to help cover for her. She didn’t know why or how he’d even known she needed an escape, but she was grateful for it.

“Thank you for that” y/n whispered shyly, getting into Conrad’s red Jeep.

Conrad hummed softly. “It’s no problem” he stated, starting his car.

“No really, thank you” y/n said, her voice more authoritative this time. She glanced across the console at him as he backed out of the driveway.

“Can I ask why it bothered you?” Conrad inquired hesitantly. “Jere has suggested it before” he reminded her, recalling how she hadn’t reacted like that before.

Y/n nodded, turning her head to look out the passenger side window. “I know” she whispered. Taking a deep breath, y/n continued, “but.. You always said I was too young to play”.

Conrad hummed and nodded to himself. Y/n wasn’t wrong, he’d always argued against her playing whenever it was brought up before. He used her age as an excuse for not wanting her to play. Maybe that’s why he hadn’t noticed her reaction -or even if there was one- to the suggestion before.

“I’m not sure the real reason” y/n admitted, looking over at Conrad briefly. She’d never been able to figure out why Conrad had been so opposed to her playing the game before. Y/n looked away when Conrad glanced her way, staring out through the windshield instead. “But,” she shook her head, “I was okay with it”.

“Really? I recall you getting pissed” Conrad teased, replaying her outbursts over his repetitive, yearly, statement she was too young to play.

Y/n giggled quietly, biting her lip, “I had to keep up my cover”.

“What cover?” Conrad rushed, eyes darting between her and the road.

Y/n went silent, fiddling with her fingers as she rested her hands in her lap.

“Y/n?” Conrad asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Was she implying what he thought, what he hoped, she was? “Oh come on, you can’t say something like that and then not explain” Conrad teased, laughing. However, when he glanced over at her, he saw the panic and shyness in her eyes and he became serious.

“Y/n?” Conrad repeated, softly this time. He watched the way her eyes looked at his lips before she closed her eyes and looked away. Conrad could feel his heart pounding violently in his chest as he reached over the console to her. He delicately turned her cheek so she would look at him, “what cover?”

“As if you don’t know” y/n mumbled, slipping from his touch when she saw he had parked.

“I don’t” Conrad confessed, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Tell me” he pleaded breathlessly.

Y/n stared at the group as she shook her head and slid out of his seat. She sighed as her feet hit the sand covered paved parking stall. Y/n looked towards the ocean for the routine relief she found in it as her mind and heart were still racing.

Conrad walked around his car, his eyes never leaving y/n. When he reached her, he placed his arm over her shoulder and let out a puff of breath he’d been holding. “Whatever cover you were trying to uphold, you don’t have to” Conrad dared, his eyes staring down at her.

“Yes I do” y/n argued in a faint voice. She hooked her arm around his waist as she let him guide them down towards the shore. Y/n tried to keep her head clear despite feeling Conrad’s eyes boring down at her.

“Not with me” Conrad assured, his voice barely audible over the crashing of the waves a few feet away.

“Yes, especially with you” y/n sighed, whispering as lowly as she could. Maybe if she said it quietly he wouldn’t catch the sadness in her tone.

But, Conrad heard. Of course he heard. He’d have heard it even if there were a windstorm surrounding them, it was y/n after all. Not to mention, he was secretly hoping to hear her say she had feelings for him; that his crush wasn’t unrequited.

“What?” Conrad questioned breathily, stopping beside her. He moved to stand in front of her, his eyes trying to search hers for reassurance he wasn’t reading the situation incorrectly. Conrad delicately tilted y/n’s head up towards his.

Y/n couldn’t help it as her eyes drifted to Conrad’s soft lips. She unconsciously licked and then bit her bottom lip as her gaze froze. When she caught herself staring at his mouth, y/n shifted her gaze down, focusing on Conrad’s shoes.

Conrad smiled gleefully, as he watched her actions. He took a deep breath and tenderly lifted her chin upwards with his first two fingers. Conrad stared softly into her y/e/c eyes, “why especially me?”

Y/n watched as Conrad’s eyes sparkled. She noticed he was staring into her gaze with what seemed to be…excitement? Her breathing was heavy and erratic as he tucked hair behind her ear. “Because it’s you, Con” y/n confessed freely.

Conrad felt his heart soar and he quickly grabbed y/n’s hand. He decided to go for it and leaned in, stopping just before their lips met. Conrad pushed past his nerves to breathlessly ask, “can I kiss you?”

“You want to kiss me?” Y/n questioned, her eyes blinking rapidly.

Conrad nodded with a smile, “I do, can I?”

Y/n whispered a faint yes as she nodded. She felt her breath hitch momentarily when Conrad’s lips finally graced hers. Her hand reached up to play with his hair as she deepened the kiss.

Conrad tried to suppress his soft moan as y/n’s tongue grazed his bottom lip. He complied, parting his lips to allow her tongue to slip into his mouth. Conrad hooked an arm lovingly around y/N’s waist, pulling her closer to him.

Conrad was smiling widely when they separated. He struggled to catch his breath as he nervously asked, “there’s really no guy I have to compete with for your attention or feelings?” Conrad’s eyes were soft and displayed his hopeful energy.

Y/n shook her head, smiling widely at him. “There never has been” she admitted bashfully. Y/n quickly covered her shyness by tugging on Conrad’s shirt to bring his lips back to hers.

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

pairing: conrad fisher x reader

warnings: stressed conrad and mostly just fluff

wc: 800 (i think)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“just make your move already.” jeremiah pointed out

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

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

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

“i’m gonna call her, i miss her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hey sis.”

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

“oh yeah please,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“told you.” conrad muttered

“this is different.” he sighed rubbing his face

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

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

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

“hm?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“night laurel.” conrad muttered

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

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

“can i cuddle you?” he asked softly

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

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

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

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

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