#tsitp drabble

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Love Suffers

Love suffers long and is kind. It is not proud. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things. Love never fails… Now these three things remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love

“Hey, I thought I might catch you when your class ended but I guess not,” You speak into the phone, “So, call me back when you can. Or text, or whatever. Just, whenever you’re free.”

You consider saying something more but no words come to mind, hanging up the call to end the message.

That was the third day in a row that Conrad hadn’t picked up your call. Not to say that he had been ignoring you, just more that your schedules hadn’t been aligned much.

It had been three months since Conrad had started at Stanford. He would be returning home for thanksgiving soon. To say the long distance had been hard would be somewhat of an understatement. It had been a big test on your relationship. But, having dated for three years already, your relationship hadn’t exactly been the easiest. You’d gone through the loss of Susannah, the aftermath of him coping with the grief, the battle for the house, the arguments with his brother - and all of those things whilst dealing with him forever pushing people away, including you. But every time your relationship bounced back. You spoke through things, you reminded each other that you loved one another, you figured it out. And it always got better.

In recent weeks you’d been arguing a little more, the kind of arguments that end in silence on the phone call, a decision to talk tomorrow, and a ‘love you’ that felt more like routine than word that either of you meant in the moment. Of course, you still loved him. But it felt like everything had been strained for a while now.

You just needed to see him. That’s all it was. You just needed to see him again.

———

“So, when’s everyone getting here for Thanksgiving?” Cameron asks you, sitting atop the counter beside you.

You ran a surf cafe near the beach - aka a surf shop when the weather was good and just a cafe when the beachgoers consisted of dog walkers and locals. And, whilst Cam was between internships, he came to help you out. Today had been a quiet one and so the two of you had to find other ways to pass the time.

“Well, Con’s meant to be coming back on Tuesday,” You tap your pen against the counter, “And the rest are getting here on Wednesday. I think Jere’s coming with Belly and then Steven and Taylor will come a bit later.”

“Jere and Belly?” Cameron nods, “That’s going well?”

“Yeah, yeah, I think so,” You smile, “I think it’s been good for both of them, especially with her thinking about college with him and everything.”

“What about you and Conrad? How’s it been with him in Stanford?”

“Oh, I forgot, we’ve got to figure out the order forms for this week,” You hit your hands against the strong wooden countertop, “What was it that you said we were low on?”

“Woah woah woah,” Cameron hops down from the countertop, turning around so that the two of you are stood on either side facing each other, “Why are you avoiding the question?”

“I-“ You glance down at your phone in the hopes that a call, or a text, would have come through, “It’s nothing, really.”

“It doesn’t sound like nothing.”

“I think…” You take a breath, “I think maybe the distance is a bit harder than both of us were prepared for. You know? We’d just got back to how things were, especially after everything with Susannah, we were just starting to feel like ourselves again and then… I don’t know.”

A furrow presses between Cam’s dark brows, a worry on his face, a concern that he couldn’t hide.

“It’s not that anything is totally wrong,” You shake your head, “It’s just… he’s busy and I’m busy and I haven’t been able to visit yet and he’s too busy to have weekends back home and like it’s just so much further away. And, I don’t know, sometimes he talks about college and I just realise how little I actually know about what it’s like or what the experience is and he tells me about these people I just don’t know and then I forget things and he has to explain again and then I’m talking about home and it just feels like-“

You stop to take a breath, letting out a little laugh that felt more like a release of the nerves coursing through your veins.

“Yikes, that was a bit of a dump, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, don’t apologise,” Cam shakes his head, his curls moving unruly as he does, “You know I think this sort of thing happens to a lot of couples. Like, do you remember in high school musical three?”

“Cam…”

“No, no, like when Troy and Gabriella, you know when she goes to Stanford and like they’re just living different lives and stuff,” He persists, “But they figured it out.”

“Right, Troy moves 32 miles away,” You half laugh.

“Point seven,” He corrects you, “It’s 32.7.”

“And I can’t do that, I don’t want to leave Cousins,” You shake your head, “We promised we wouldn’t do something like that - change what we wanted to fit the other person. We’re too young to be making those kind of compromises.”

“Come on, you two have been together for years,” He encourages, “You’ll figure it out. You’re just one of those couples.”

You glance down at your phone, the wallpaper a photo of you and Conrad. It was the two of you after your aunts wedding. He had your heels dangling from one of his hands, a yellow silk dress flowing over your skin, your hair pinned back loosely. Conrad had a black suit on with the top button undone, his tie dangling loose around the shirt. You’d sworn that day was when you realised how much you loved him - something about the words that were spoken.

And, in that moment, the screen fades and lights up once again as a notification comes through.

Sorry, my class ran late. can call now?

“That’s him,” You try to fight back the smile on your features, “Do you mind if I take this?”

“I don’t know I mean…” Cam looks around at the empty shop, “What am I supposed to do about all these customers?”

“Thanks Cam.”

You hurry outside and go to Conrad’s contact to call him as soon as you can.

“Hey, I’m guessing you’ve just left Cam Cameron at the shop?” Conrad says as soon as he picks up the call, “Are you sure you can trust him?”

“No I think he’s probably eating the last slice of carrot cake as we speak,” You laugh.

“Wow, you really need to fire that kid.”

“Nahhh, he’s the only one that would let me take personal calls on work hours.”

Both of you are silent for a moment.

“So how’s your-“

“So about the-“

Both of you stop.

“You first,” You encourage.

“No, um,” Conrad pauses, “I just wanted to say about Thanksgiving weekend.”

“Right, yeah, are you coming tomorrow night?”

“You know, I was going to, but I think it’ll make more sense to come on Wednesday instead, you know?”

You’re silent.

“I’ve just got classes on Tuesday and then by the time I’ve packed and everything it’ll be pretty late it just doesn’t make sense to, you know? I might as well take the Wednesday, get there by the afternoon and then be ready for Thanksgiving.”

“Right but we’d agreed you could come on the Tuesday, we’d see each other for a bit just the two of us and then we’d be ready for when everyone arrived on Wednesday.”

“Come on, it’s a big house, we’ll still manage to have some time alone.”

“Yeah, it’s a big house, don’t you think it feels even bigger when Im staying there by myself?”

“Don’t put that on me, you decided you’d prefer to stay there, that was your choice.”

“Yeah and that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you Con.”

“You think I don’t miss you?” He practically scoffs the words, laced with his venomous tone as they pass down the phone, “If that’s what you’re saying then I think this is a really shitty day, (Y/n).”

You’re silent.

“I’ve got to get to class. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yeah,” You bite down on your bottom lip, “Later.”

He hangs up the call.

How did it get to that point? How had a simple conversation turned into an argument right before your eyes? You didn’t have a chance to stop it. You didn’t have a chance to calm it down. It was inevitable. And arguments like that seemed to be becoming more and more inevitable recently.

You feel the tears bubble in your eyes, the pain in your chest tightening, the ache in your heart seeming to contort.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Cam hurries outside, “What’s wrong?”

“I just-“ You shake your head, “I feel like I’m always doing something wrong.”

He wraps his arms around you and you let yourself cry into him, trying to catch your breath. The two of you stay like that until you seem to compose yourself, and Cam pulls away enough to check, his eyes scanning your face as if waiting for you to break once more.

“Come on, let’s just close early today,” He encourages, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “I saved you the last slice of cake.”

———

It’s later that night when you’re back at the Fisher’s beach house. Conrad was right - you had agreed to live there. It was either that or you invest your money into buying your own place. And, in Cousins, it would mean needing a hell of a lot of money. And it just didn’t make sense. Conrad had this house anyway, and whilst you were here you could help with the upkeep and keep an eye on things until the boys came home. Jere came back and forth a lot anyway, and it was nice for you to have a little slice of home in this place - and even more so, feel closer to Conrad when he was so far away. It had worked for the past few months. But, now, alone in the house, with the weight of that phone call weighing on your mind, you couldn’t think of this place as a home. Far from it, in fact.

As you’re stirring your pasta into the creamy tomato sauce, your phone starts to ring. Conrad again.

His contact photo shows up. A photo of him coming into the shop after a surf. The sunlight came from behind him and you could only see his silhouette in the picture, his hair wet and dripping down his body, his muscles carved, his board slung under one arm.

You pick up after the third ring.

“Hey.”

“Hey, are you home now?”

“Um, yeah, I’m just making dinner,” You say, staring down at the pasta in the pan as the sauce now covers each piece.

“I just…” Conrad pauses, “How did it go at the shop today?”

You take a breath, unprepared for such a simple question, “It was okay. Cam booked in some surf lessons with the kids club at the country club, and the cafe was steady all day. How were your classes?”

“Not too bad, there’s one bit in my anatomy class I just don’t get so I’m going over it again now,” He responds, “How much do you know about neuroanatomy and the limbic system?”

“Can’t say it’s my area of expertise.”

The phone line goes quiet between you both.

“What are you having for dinner?”

For a moment you contemplate answering his question. Treating things as if they were normal, responding as if nothing bad had ever happened between the two of you.

“Con I think you need to come home on Tuesday night,” You say it so simply, despite the way your chest twists tightly as if trying to wrap onto the words.

“Wh-“ He exhales, “I just feel like we’re going to fight.”

“Yeah, maybe,” You persist, “But I think you need to come home and I think we need to fight.”

He falls silent, just for a moment, “Okay. Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Another silence.

“Alright, angel, put your dukes up.”

———

Conrad does come home on that Tuesday night. And you find yourself listening out for the sound of his car like the anticipation is about to consume you. When you hear the car in the driveway, the nerves flood through you as if you’re about to meet him for the first time. It did feel like the first time. The first time since he’d been at Stanford.

“There she is!” Conrad beams as soon as you open the door, taking his duffel bag out from the passenger seat of his truck.

You don’t say anything, just run down the few steps over to him and wrap your arms around him as quickly as possible. It’s as if, in that exact moment, everything melts away. All of the worry, the fear, the stress, it melts between the two of you and dissipates in that single contact. You can breathe again. For the first time since August, it’s like you can breathe again.

“I’ve missed you,” He mumbles into your hair, his arms even tighter around you, “Really, really missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” You say softly, leaning back just enough to see him.

The same eyes, the same cheekbones, the same jaw, the same lips. And within an instant, he presses those lips to yours - soft, sweet, delicate. You’d missed this.

“Come on, let’s get inside,” He says, “You’ve not even got shoes on.”

“Yeah I should’ve thought that through,” You giggle, “I just wanted to see you.”

“Come on,” Conrad laces his hand with yours, the two of you walking up towards the house together.

You’d spent the fall fixing up the last things that needed fixing from after the party - cleaning where you could, putting things back where they belonged, repainting a few walls. But, one thing you made absolute certain of was keeping everything in the way Susannah would’ve had it. That’s what would matter to Conrad - making sure this place still felt like the home they’d had with her. One thing, the thing you were most proud of, was that you’d managed to fix a vase that had broken amongst the mess of the party. It was the vase Susannah used to use specifically for the flowers that the boys would buy her. You’d spent weeks tying to re-work it - figuring out which piece went where, letting glue dry before you attempted the next bit. And now, apart from one obvious crack at the back, it looked almost as good as new.

“How was the journey?” You ask him as he sets his bag down at the door.

“Long,” Conrad grimaces, “But not too bad.”

He glances around at the house, his eyes falling to where the pictures lined the wall going up the stairs. Each of the paintings Susannah had done of the kids. They’d been taken down when Aunt Julia moved everything out.

“They’re,” Conrad smiles, just softly, “They’re in the wrong order.”

You feel your heart drop, your stomach sinking with it. That’s what he’d noticed. Nothing else.

“Mom always put them in a specific order,” He continues.

“Right,” You swallow the lump in your throat, shaking your head, “It won’t take long to switch them around.”

“Wh-“ He turns around to you, “No, yeah, no, I know. I didn’t mean-“

“You know, I think I’m going to have a shower, um, wash my hair and stuff before everyone gets here tomorrow,” You swallow once again, thickly, “There’s dinner in the oven, I made your favourite. It should be ready in a couple of minutes.”

“(Y/n) I…”

“I’ll just have mine when I’m done.”

Within an instant, you hurry up the stairs, into the bedroom and closing the door behind you. You feel the contortions in your chest, the weakness buckling your knees, tears building in your eyes.

—

As you shower, the pressure in your head seems to dissipate just enough to become bearable. For the next couple of days, you’d question every movement he made - wondering if this was the beginning of the end or, in fact, if that’s what the past few months had already been. And yet he’d kissed you with such a love in his touch that it felt no different than the first day you two had started dating. The way he’d held you. Or had he? You started to question it then. Had he held you just in return for you holding him? Had he kissed you because he felt like that was the next step? Had he told you he missed you because he knew it was what you wanted to hear? If it were up to him, you would have been alone tonight. And, now, alone in here, you were starting to think that maybe that was the better option.

Once you’re done, moisturised, hair wrapped up in a towel, body wrapped in a robe, you step back out and into yours and Conrad’s room.

There he is.

He’s sat at the foot of the mattress, shoulders hunched over, hands holding the vase, his thumb smoothing over the ceramic.

“You fixed it.”

His words are soft, quiet, and yet seem to fall so heavily in the space between you.

He looks up when you don’t respond, “How did you- I mean, I don’t even know how you… how did you do it?”

“A lot of glue, patience and probably a few tears.”

Conrad exhales something close to a laugh, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” You say, “I was going to put flowers in there but I thought it might be nicer if you came with me to buy them - to keep the tradition.”

“I-“ He shakes his head, “You’re amazing, you know that? You’re incredible.”

“It was nothing, really,” You return, going to busy yourself with putting away your things.

“Wait, wait, please,” He sets down the vase and jumps up to block your path, “Please stop.”

You swallow, avoiding his eyes for now.

“You’ve done everything. Even the silly little trinkets, everything is exactly where it normally is. It looks exactly like home,” He persists, his eyes scanning your face in the hopes that your eyes would eventually meet his, “I know it can’t have been easy, being here by yourself and everything. But… I mean, you did all of this and I…”

“It’s okay,” You whisper the words, unintentionally, them catching on the lump in your throat, “Let’s just forget it.”

“Yeah but I-“

“Did you have your dinner?” You clear your throat, walking over to the chest of drawers to pull out some new pyjamas.

Conrad scratches at the back of his neck, clearing his throat, “Yeah, yeah, I did. It was great, thank you. Yours is downstairs if you want it.”

“Yeah, I’ll just get changed.”

You pull on the shorts and then tug open the rope of your robe, letting it fall to the floor as you reach for one of Conrad’s old t-shirts to wear.

He steps behind you, his hands on your bare waist, light and cautious at first. You relax a little into the warm touch, leaning a little back into him so your shoulders brush his chest. Conrad tilts his head down just enough for his lips to press against your shoulder, hovering over the skin so his breath fans hot over where his lips had been. You tilt your head into his, the two of you staying like that momentarily.

“I love you,” He whispers, kissing you again.

“I love you too.”

———

On schedule, Jere and Belly arrive early the next day. The boys go out grocery shopping for the last few things you needed whilst you and Belly start prepping what you can. Taylor and Steven arrive in the afternoon, bringing pie slices from Belly’s favourite spot. Steven says he tried to protest the idea, reluctantly handing Belly a slice of the best flavour. Jere orders in pizzas, enough to feed you all twice. And, eventually, you all end up collapsed onto the couches debating over which movie to watch. In the end, the debate turns into you watching one of Susannah’s favourites, a classic for every thanksgiving.

Jere sits with Belly between his legs, one arm wrapped around her, the other holding the plate of food, pizza slices they were sharing. Taylor is cuddled against Steven’s chest, his arm around her, understated and yet still wrapped in each other. You and Conrad sit beside each other. And somehow that is all. You find yourself shuffling a little closer, just as if you’re trying to get comfortable.

He looks down at you and smiles, and then glances around at everyone else in the room. Within a moment, his hand falls to your thigh, the way he always used to when you’d first started dating. Back then, the two of you were the only couple in the room, and Conrad wanted to find any way to be mildly romantic without everyone causing a scene. His hand would rest there and his thumb would smooth back and forth, sometimes swirling patterns or letters against your skin. Today, his hand remains still, just there in place as if some sort of muscle memory. It should make you feel better, make you feel like he was still here. But the truth was you never felt like he wasn’t here - just that a small part of him might not want to be.

And so, despite the night and your second family and your closest friends and the movie, all you can focus on is his hand on your leg. The part of him that was still holding on.

But you were still holding on too. You tilt your head so that it rests on his shoulder, taking a deep breath. Conrad turns his head and presses a kiss to your hair, and you feel the worry ease.

He was here. So were you. For the first time in months you were together. This is just what you needed, that’s all.

———

For the day that you were coining ‘friendsgiving’, you had invited Cam over too. He’d brought desserts and told you all how happy he was to be there and everyone had greeted him like one of the group. He’d offered to help with dinner but you had that under control. Correction, you had each of the group doing their mini task.

Dinner had been a success, all of you eating far too much until you were silenced into food comas, all grumbling about how much your stomachs hurt.

Despite the November chill, it was a nice day in Cousins and you’d all decided to take the desserts out to the dock to eat there and enjoy the sun.

“Seriously I don’t know how you do it,” Jere shakes his head as he comes back into the kitchen, “I try to cook at college and it never tastes like that.”

You laugh, “You need seasoning Jere.”

“Yeah but even if I do! It always tastes a bit burnt.”

“Are you sure you’re not…” Conrad pauses to laugh, “Burning it?”

Jeremiah narrows his eyes at his brother, “Maybe.”

You take out two pies on their dishes and lift them, trying to balance one on each hand.

“Woah woah let me take that!” Jere interjects quickly, rushing to grab one from you, “Damn Conrad is chivalry really that dead?”

“Shit yeah um let me get that,” Conrad reaches for the other one.

“No I got it don’t worry,” You smile in return, “I’m good.”

He smiles apologetically and hurries forward to open the door before you get to it.

You mouth a quick thank you and step through, walking down across the lawn towards the wooden dock. Yours and Conrad’s first kiss had been on that exact dock. One fourth of July a few years prior, the two of you watching fireworks both nervous to be so close to each other. When you think about it, your stomach still flips the same way it did that night.

“Alright we have pies and we have forks, you can do the rest,” You say to the group, setting down the pies onto the small makeshift table they’d put between the benches.

Jere takes his seat beside Belly, leaving only one seat beside Steven and one beside Cam. You sit beside Cam, smiling at Conrad as he somewhat reluctantly sits away from you.

“Hey, thanks for dinner,” Cam nudges your elbow, “You’re like a proper chef.”

You laugh, “Thanks, wouldn’t have done it without my helpers so thank you everyone.”

Everyone starts cutting into the pies, taking forkfuls and commenting on how they didn’t have room to eat anymore.

“You know we should sell pie at the cafe,” Cam comments, looking down at the forkful of food, “It might help on the days we’re in tears.”

You laugh a little weakly, “Yeah, maybe.”

“You’re telling me pie wouldn’t have made you feel better the other day?”

You feel the lump form in your throat. The words seem lost on the rest of the group, all busy with their own conversations. But there is one pair of eyes focused on you. Worried.

“You cried?” The words seem to contort when Conrad speaks them, a furrow between his brows, a tension in his jaw.

“I-“ You manage to croak out, shaking your head.

“Guys let’s play a game or something!” Taylor interjects, waving her fork around, “Who’s got an idea?”

“Um,” You clear your throat, grateful for the distraction from Conrad’s concern, “Yeah what are we thinking?”

Conrad’s eyes stay focused on you until he accepts he won’t get a response, sighing and closing his eyes momentarily, looking down at the floor and shaking his head gently. In that moment, he shares in the weight on your shoulders, in the tightness in your chest, in the unsettling glance around the rest of the group hoping they didn’t notice anything too much. He looks across at you, on the way you seem small amongst the rest, as if you want to cower away from all of them. He realises then that he can’t remember the last time he’d taken you out for dinner, or a date at all. It must’ve been in the summer. No. Surely not that long ago? Why didn’t he think of going out the day he came home? Why had he ever questioned that he should come home that day early? Why had you had to convince him? Had he told you that he loved you since he’d been home? Oh god. Why couldn’t he remember?

Conrad places a palm to his chest, pressing down as if to stop the tightness from worsening.

But it doesn’t.

Instead, he stands up abruptly and steps away from the group, walking down the length of the dock without looking back.

“(Y/n)?”

It’s Cam’s voice that breaks through the cloud over your head. You look at him as if you’re about to respond but you can’t keep your eyes there for long enough, tearing back to Conrad as soon as they get the chance. You stand up too, glancing around at the group who all look at you somewhat expectantly.

“I have to-“ You blink back the tears in your eyes, not finishing your sentence before your feet were already carrying you quickly towards him.

—

“Conrad!”

He’s down by the side of the house by the time you reach him, alongside the shower he’d always go to after he came back from a surf.

At the sound of your voice, he’s quick to turn around to face you, the tension in his face seeming to relax at the sight.

“I-“ You go to speak but no words come out, “I just…”

Once more, your mind fails you in finding the words you wanted to say. As if in some sort of embarrassment, like trying to speak to a guy you didn’t know, you turn around to disappear away from him.

“Wait.”

In one quick motion, Conrad reaches out for your arm, turning you around and into his waiting embrace. He wraps his arms tightly around you, adjusting as if drawing you closer, his chin resting over your shoulder. For a moment, you’re taken aback, your arms suspended in the air behind him. In that moment, you seem to only consider the resentment, the fear, the worry. And then a few words come to mind, words that seem to repeat over in your head.

Love suffers long and is kind. It is not proud. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things. Love never fails… Now these three things remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.

The words spoken at your aunt’s wedding. The wedding you’d been to with Conrad. The photo on your phone. The day you’d realised you knew what love was and you had it with him.

In that moment, you let your arms wrap around him and you feel him relax at the contact, squeezing into your tighter as you hold him as close as your grasp can muster.

He pulls away just enough to look at you, his eyes scanning between yours, his hands moving to cup your cheeks.

Both of you whisper three words at the same time, speaking this time not over each other but in unison.

“I love you.”

He kisses you for all of the kisses he’d missed in the past month, firm and strong and certain and yours.

You wrap your arms back around him, burying your head into his chest as he towers over you, his chin now atop your head.

Every anxiety every worry every fear seems to dissipate.

“Come on,” He steps back from you and reaches out a hand.

You glance back over to the dock, to the others.

“They’ll be fine without us, come on,” Conrad encourages.

Your fingers lace firmly with his, your other hand holding onto his arm as the two of you start to walk in the opposite direction, away from the rest and away from the house.

———

Eventually, the two of you end up at your shop. When you’d first bought this place, Conrad had figured out a maze of branches with the trees at the back that would let you both get up onto the roof. You’d sat there, a bottle of cheap sparkling wine between you, and toasted to the new chapter of your life. He’d been so proud of you. The two of you hadn’t been up here since he’d first found out about Susannah. He’d told you before he told everyone else.

“Here,” Conrad climbs up and reaches out to help you over from one branch.

He wraps his arms around your waist and helps lift you beside him, the two of you shuffling down until you both face out at the sea view. His arm bumps yours and you feel that spark of energy any contact with him could give you.

“Do you think this roof’s going to give out on us one day?” You mumble, your hands brushing over the rough surface.

“Maybe, when there’s a few more of us,” He glances around, “But we’ve got years before we need to worry about that.”

Your heart swells. The idea of a family. The idea of years to come.

“Cam told me you can see whales off here if you look for long enough,” You comment, squinting out at the quiet seas.

Conrad is quiet for a moment, looking at the sea and then back to you, “So about what Cam said… did I really make you cry?”

You swallow but this time there is no lump in your throat. You knew this was a conversation you needed to have and you weren’t scared to have it anymore.

“It was when you said you weren’t going to come home,” You explain, “I just… I felt like I was losing you.”

“I should’ve never second guessed coming home. I shouldn’t have questioned it even for a minute. Of course I should’ve been home, as soon as I could I should’ve been home,” Conrad shakes his head, “I just felt like I was losing you too. And so I thought the best way of dealing with that was to just avoid it, and if I came back when everyone was already here we could be okay and not argue. I was being a coward - I thought if I avoided it we could just pretend it wasn’t happening.”

“I just never thought distance would be so hard,” You admit, “I just thought I’d miss you and it would be sad, but there’s so much more to it. The miscommunication, the messy schedules, and like I keep thinking of all these little things that happen and you’re not here for them.”

Conrad places a hand over your leg, instinctively.

“Like what?”

“A bird flew into the house a couple of weeks ago,” You laugh, “Like this big crow or something and I had to chase it around with a pot, it was awful.”

Conrad laughs, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you had this midterm you were worried about and we started speaking about that and when you asked how my day had been I felt stupid to tell you that I spent my afternoon chasing a bird around the house.”

“The whole afternoon? Baby how long does it take to catch a bird?”

You both laugh, falling silent together.

“I surfed down the stairs and bruised my ribs,” Conrad admits, grimacing at the thought.

“Wh-“ You scoff, “How did that come about?”

“I got invited to this stupid frat party, I don’t even know how I ended up there, and my roommate wanted to go so we did and… I drank way too much, like way too much, and they had this little prop surfboard on the wall so I convinced everyone I could surf down the stairs.”

“And… you couldn’t?”

“No, no, I could,” Conrad nods, “But I didn’t really think about how to get off and I fell into this table, straight on my ribs.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you called me the next morning and you were talking about how busy the shop had been and how this guy was talking to you about investing, and you were bringing up all this finance and business stuff and I realised Im dating an actual adult, not a drunk idiot that surfs down the stairs.”

“It’s like we’re scared to tell each other what’s actually happening,” You confess, “I’d rather know everything, not just the big important stuff.”

“Even the boring stuff?”

“Even the stuff I don’t understand.”

Conrad wraps an arm around your shoulders, kissing your temple, squeezing you tight into his torso.

The light lowers over the horizon, moonlight starting to trickle over the surface of the waves, crashing over the sand.

You were convinced in this moment that things couldn’t get better. But the exciting thing about being with Conrad was that any day could be better than the one before. Any day could be the day that reminds you of just how much you loved him. Any single day. Any single moment.

[kokomos]

ᝰ  head–strong   ˖  ࣭  ⭑  ☽

— starring  CONRAD FISHER ! 𔓘

MDNI 18+

warning: explicit, sexual themes.

description: your boyfriend is a munch.

tags: fem! reader, gf! reader; established relationship, fem! receiving oral, eating out, smut

honey's note: tsitp fans rise pls!!! more to come <3

conrad’s a smart boy; you already knew this. though many people fail to realize the extent of his intelligence, how naturally skilled he is with romantic or even intimate affairs. he wouldn't call it this, but he plays you like a fiddle. each button he presses gets the exact reaction, consequence he was aiming for. you don't mind too much, though, even if he were to admit it—because what's a little shame matter when it's in exchange for the best head of your life?

times like these always start the same; with the hanging out on the bed, then some making out, and eventually he's got you all hot and bothered. perfect time for him to pop the question: “can i taste you?”

or maybe he's feeling like teasing you more that day, let his playful side run rampant for a change. forget hot and bothered—you’re aching for more, nearly starved from the way he keeps dangling the notion you desire most right before your nose.

kissing you with just enough fervor to leave you panting for your next breath, for more, he pulls back with the faintest of smirks. the look on your face, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over, has him feeling a twinge of pride. he knows he's being a little mean right now, but he also knows you're a few seconds away from begging for it. he's a good boyfriend, how could he say no to you? especially when you blink your lashes at him and pout your lips just slightly, desperately longing for something only he could provide.

he’s gentle when he gets you on your back, legs spread and thighs resting just overtop his biceps. the hold he has on you, his face so close to the most sensitive part of yourself, is firm yet yielding altogether. any sound of displeasure, words to halt his actions—he’s perceptive, open ears because conrad fisher isn't a selfish man. he's caring, in most simplest of terms; though you would come to describe him as, knightly in the way he treats others—treats you.

kisses along your inner thighs signal what's soon to come, no pun intended. with your panties discarded to the side, bunched up with the wetness he'd already elicited from you, he places one last peck before moving to place one on your clit. the action makes your lower half jolt. even so, with the way he's got your legs hooked under his arms, the movement was already being restricting to a mild jerk of your hips. he'll let out an exhale through his nose, almost a chuckle that he manages to stifle just enough (thankfully). the last thing he wants is for you to get all sulky because he ‘laughed at you’—an argument, if you can even classify it as such, that had been brought up in the past. he can't really help it when every little thing he does gets you so riled up. it's endearing, as he puts it; and the fallacy literally dies on your tongue when you're cumming on his that night. “a way to make it up to you,” you vaguely recall him whispering before your memory went blurry from the way your body quite literally melted beneath his touch.

he really is such a smart man. what further way to prove it than with you?

soft, little kitten licks at your slit and his nose bumping oh-so perfectly into your clit. his tongue nuzzles past the entrance when he finally lets himself indulge in the way you taste. instinctively, your velveteen walls clench around the spongy mess probing your insides. he doesn't get greedy, though, no. he'll take his time exploring every crevice and dip in your core, treasuring and mapping out which parts really make you squeal. he knows you—knows you better than anyone. how to make your toes curl, your eyes roll towards the back of your head… all him. never would he dare voice the smug satisfaction he gets when you're holding back a scream of his name, hand clasping at your mouth to muffle the sound. when you reach that peak, he's quick to return back to tracing your clit with his tongue, docile and assuasive. his eyes, having been kept on you the entire time, now wait for yours to open. though heavy and lidded, you manage to meet the gaze of your boyfriend. the pure ecstasy, a result of conrad’s adroitness in regards to eating out, had prevented you from eyeing anything but the back of your head.

when your body settles down, chest no longer heaving from the orgasm, he’d send one lick up your clit before pulling off. with a few kisses to your thighs again, he lets you regain your lost composure before deciding to ask if he can continue. your hand tucking some fingers in the brunette tendrils atop his head let him know that now is the most opportune time for his request. he’d trail a few kisses up past your hips, ghosting your tummy and chest as he hovers above you once more.

“you did a good job, baby,” he murmurs the praise fondly. “got another one you wanna give me?”

ᡣ𐭩 with love , honey!!

[filmfliiicks]

belly runs after conrad and doesn’t look back. jeremiah watches them disappear in the distance, the sound of her begging conrad to listen, let her explain, it was something spontaneous, stupid echoing in his ears.

he waits five minutes. for what, he doesn’t really know. he leans against the car and then jumps away like it’s burnt him. he counts the cars he can see and then the people and then with a shaking hand he takes out a phone and texts conrad.

‘it didn’t mean anything because she loves you. if you love her too, tell her.’

he sends it. he hates himself. not for sending it but for not being enough. for the look on conrad’s face when he seen them together. for falling for belly. for his mother leaving him alone.

he knows what’s going to happen next.

they’ll get together because everyone has always said it’s inevitable. he was just the stupid asshole to get in the way. conrad will hate him even more then he probably already does and belly will be uncomfortable around him. steven will pretend he’s neutral but will be on their side. and yeah maybe it’ll seem OK at first, like it’s something he can fix if they give him the chance, but gradually they’ll freeze him out. move on without him. they’ll start avoiding his calls, dodging his texts. one day they’ll muster up the courage to tell him there’s too much hurt, he ruined it, he ruins everything and he’ll get accept their decision with grace. he won’t have anyone to celebrate christmas with or the 4th. summer will be a void. he will be with them through instagram, watching them hundreds of miles away through a tiny screen and thank them for the small mercy of not blocking him.

but for now he catches sight of them, two dots coming closer, and he can tell that this is the beginning of his end.

[tea-biscuits-books]

traitor

steven conklin x reader

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summary: you've been in love with him since childhood, until you find him and taylor kissing at a party

word count : 1.9k

song: i love you i'm sorry ~ gracie abrams

part 2

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As the sun began to set and the sky took on a deep orange hue, the party at Nicole's house was in full swing. The air was alive with the sound of laughter, music and the occasional pop of a champagne cork. Y/N takes small measured sips of her drink, stumbling as she hits somebody. 

“ow! shit, sorry,” she grimaces, turning, before jumping as she is met with startling brown eyes, gazing at her softly. Steven grins at her easily, balancing her as she sways slightly on her feet.

“easy there tiger,” The nickname rolls off his tongue effortlessly, making shivers dance down Y/N’s  spine as he smirks down at her. She couldn’t deny the inevitable butterflies that arose in her stomach as he touches her cheek.

“You and that supid nickname,” She groans, flicking his forehead affectionately. Steven rubs his forehead, rolling his eyes at the younger Fisher. 

“Oh shush, you love it.” She does. More then he would ever know. His attention strays from her as he turns to look at a group of boys calling his name.

“go find belly,” he pushes her forward slightly, watching amusedly as she stumbles.

“I’ll find you later.” Nodding, Steven bids her a goodbye, before dissapearing into the mass of sweaty and grinding bodies. Y/N sighs, attempting to calm her racing heart. It seems to sing in her chest, fluttering and beating with excitement. As she walks onto the dance floor, hands capture her hips, swaying her to the side as hot breath touches her ear. 

“What is a pretty girl like you doing alone?” Y/N shifts uncomfortably, turning to meet a very drunk, attractive brunette who hands her a lazy smirk.

“Name’s Ray darling.” He tilts her chin up, inspecting her with a scrutinising eye. 

“And you, are stunning.” 

“Y/N Fisher,” She mumbles, before attempting to push him away.

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” She wriggles as his grip tightens on her wrist, dark and menacing. 

“Darling,” He clicks his tongue conscendingly.

“why in such a rush? You don’t have a boyfriend do you?” He leans in, tracing patterns on Y/N’s bare back as he pulls her flush against him. 

“No, listen, I really do got to go,” She says, pushing him back. Ray groans, running a veiny hand throughout his thick, brown curls.

“at least put your number in.” He hands her his phone, tapping his foot as people bump into them, Y/N groaning in disgust as she sees Nicole and Conrad’s tongues intwined. She felt slightly bad for Belly, but she was a bit of a entitled brat sometimes. 

“fine.” She replied shortly, tapping in the digits, before walking away. As she ascended the stairs in search for her asian best friend, tapping on the doors as she went. She cringed as moans and unholy sounds filled her ears as she accidently creaked open a door, squeaking as she was met by a brunette’s arching, bare back. Cleansing her mind and eyes, she continued on, knocking and slightly opening doors. 

“Belly? Belly!” She called, before stumbling through an open one, smiling as she was met with her blonde best friend making out with a shadowed figure. The two jumped apart almost immediately, Taylor squinting as Y/N shook tipsily. 

“Y/N!” She cried, her face creasing guiltily. 

“tay tay!” Y/N smiled, shifting her gaze and feeling the happiness seem to melt off her body. The silhouette looked up, the light falling onto his face.

“S-Steven?” Her voice felt small as Steven’s jaw fell open, as he scrambled to the door. 

“Y/N!” She swallowed as a sob rose in her throat, sobering instantly.

“I gotta go,” She choked, tears falling down her face as she ducked behind a curtain of hair, exiting the room hurriedly. 

“Y/N!” Steven yelled, chasing the running girl as she rushed down the stairs. Pushing through the dancing crowd, she breathed a relieved sigh as she was met with Ray’s drunken gaze. Without any other words, she pulled his head down in a frenzy, meeting his lips forcefully. His lips molded with hers, tasting alcohol as his tongue swirled around hers. Jeremiah’s rendition of summer nights filled the air as she made out with him shamelessly on the dance floor, right in the gaze of the asian. And for the first time, Steven Conklin experienced heartbreak.

It was a tension-filled car ride back, the only sound was the gentle humming of the radio as Steven grunted. Taylor shuffled in the back, fast asleep, makeup smeared across her face. Y/N stared determinedly out the window.

“I’m sorry.” Steven muttered.

“For what? Kissing Taylor or me finding out?” Y/N huffed, her gaze fixated on the passing landscape. 

“Don’t be like that,” Steven scoffed, his knuckles turning white as his grip tightened on the wheel, swerving slightly.

“Like what?” She mocked, rolling her eyes. The older conklin, pursed his lips.

“Acting like a brat.” He hissed, ignoring the sharp stabbing in his chest with every word he uttered.

“Well you’re acting like a child!” She yelled suddenly, her glare stormy as she turned towards him. They fell silent for a moment, Taylor barely stirring in the backseat. 

“I thought she was you.” He whispered, his lips barely moving.

“What?” 

“When I kissed Taylor I thought she was you.”  Y/N heart leapt in her chest, as she reached a hand out. 

“steven-” He barely spared her a glance as he exited the car, slamming the car door. Y/N’s lip trembled as she called out weakly with tear-filled eyes. Her chest felt heavy and hot as the summer wind sung against her face.

“Steven!” She stumbled into the house, weeping silently and pathetically, tripping up the stairs.

“Steven wait!” As his bedroom door slammed, shaking the floorboards, Y/N sunk to her knees, sniffing and wiping her nose. 

“i-i love you,” But nobody heard, a silent prayer in the wind only the gods would hear. 

As Y/N awoke from a restless sleep, she rocked on her feet as she grunted, slipping slightly as she was overcome with nausea. Bile poured from her mouth into the toilet bowl, as she began to cry again softly, wiping her swollen, red eyes. She felt pitiful as she sat on the cold white tiles, her tears spilling onto her shirt and onto the floor. She didn’t move an inch as a knock sounded on the door.

“Hello?” Conrad’s voice echoed through the door, concern tinging his soft tone. The door creaked open woefully as her older brother inspected her curled up, shaking figure.

“Oh Y/N/N,” He murmurs, picking up her limp figure as she stares at him numbly. It feels like old times, her sleepy figure in his arms as she giggles after a movie marathon late into the night. Y/N curls up absent-mindedly, sobs wracking her body.

“I love him, I love him, I love him,” She whispers, as Conrad rubs her back consoldingly.

“I know Y/N/N, I know,” He lays her down on her bed, watching as she simply looked at the plaster above her, mumbling inconherently.

“Sleep well mkay?” He pecks her forehead, before exiting and shutting her bedroom door softly. Y/N’s thoughts are filled of Steven. The way he says her name. The way he would ruffle her hair. The simple ways he would bring her painkiller tablets on her period, or how he would remember just how she likes her coffees. The way he would bring her muffins on early Monday mornings.  The simple ways they would walk on the beach together hand in hand, their matching shell anklets, the sunset on their faces. Steven, Steven, Steven. She shut her eyes. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles. When he’s nervous he runs a hands though his hair. His favourtie faded spiderman t-shirt that Laurel has told him so many times to throw out. His dream to go to Princeton. Their matching chain bracelets with small heart charms. Steven, Steven, Stev-

She yawned as she slowly began to sit up, rubbing her sore eyes. Y/N took a sip of her water, washing out the sour taste in her mouth. As she began to descend the stairs, memories began to rain down on her. As she touched foot on the bottom floor, and the clatter of cutlery hit her ears, Y/N stalked towards the dining room. 

“Y/N dear! Are you okay? Conrad-”

“Mom.” Jeremiah cut her off, smiling softly at Y/N’s messy state.

“Well look who decided to show up.” He reached over to ruffle her hair, before she flinched back. He masked his hurt look with a pleasant smile. 

“come, eat.” He pointed to the potato salad and pasta with his fork, patting the seat between him and Belly. Y/N sat uneasily, picking at the pieces of creamy, boiled potato that Conrad plopped on her plate.

“excuse me,”  She didn’t look up as a chair screeched upon the floorboards, and familiar, worn converse stomped past her. 

“Steven! Young man, you sit-” The words died on Laurel’s lips as Steven’s footsteps echoed up the stairs. The two mothers seemed to share a look, as if saying ‘teenagers.’

“oh, young love. don’t you remember Laurel?” Susannah sighed dreamily, placing an arm on her best friend’s shoulder. The other woman smiled in response, obviously reminiscing on old memories. 

“the good old days,” Y/N poked at her pasta, prodding it with the metal prongs, before clearing her throat and pushing her plate away.

“Uh, I’m not very hungry. I’m going to go too.” She quickly walked upstairs, not glancing back as she heard her mother’s tired sigh. Softly, she padded to the bedroom door to the left of hers. ‘Steven’ was scribbled in red crayon, and taped on the door. She didn’t bother knocking, barging in, watching as he quickly turned away, shielding his red, blotchy face. 

“what do you want.” 

“we need to talk.” She spoke shortly, not waiting for a response as she plopped down on his bed. 

“you’ve said all you need to.” She began to tear up.

“I was drunk Steven. I’m sorry-”

“sorry?!” he turned to face her, his jaw clenched.

“do you know how in love I am with you Y/N? Do you know how much it physically hurt,” He let out a watery laugh, swivelling in his desk chair.

“For you to just spit those words out at me like you-” He pulled on his hair angrily, letting the strands loosely fall onto his cheek. 

“like you…hate me,” His voice turned to more vulnerable as he seemed to fold into himself. 

“I don’t hate you,” She whispers, inching towards him slightly.

“I’m so in love with you Y/N that I do the dumbest shit when you’re around, and you make my heart go all weird and warm in my chest.” He takes a breath as you wrap your arms around his quivering figure gingerly.

“I love you too…” He sniffles rubbing his nose.

“you’re just saying that.” 

“no, I swear, I love you too.” Her eyes begin to feel hot, and they water as she pulls him closer.

“I’ve loved you since we were children Stevie…” Steven cries into her hair, before pulling her back up, pressing his lips against hers. It was slow and magnetic, built up through years of unsaid words and nervous feelings. It was just how she had imagined it. The older boy pulled back, pressing his forehead against hers.

“never leave. swear on it.”

“i promise.”

[lafleshlumpeater]

Conrad Fisher x Reader (fake dating)

warnings: one swear word, fake dating, fem!reader, mutual pining, mentions of food, lmk if there's anything i've missed<3

TYSM @diqldrunk FOR INSPIRING ME TO WRITE THIS YOU'RE THE BEST<3

conrad fisher masterlist

“Remind me why I’m being your girlfriend again?” You ask, kicking the passenger compartment in front of you nervously as Conrad drove next to you.

He takes the next right, glancing at the GPS as you do. Shit. Almost there.

“I told you, remember? My mom thinks I’m lonely and depressed and she keeps trying to set me up with her friends’ daughters.”

Nibbling your lip, you frown. “And you thought I was the best person to do this because-?”

“It’s believable,” he reassures, fingers drumming against the steering wheel in repetition. Your eyes scan him up and down. Not checking him out, of course, but because you want to see if the two of you look good enough together for the story to be plausible. You can’t picture it.

“I mean, look at you,” he speaks, slightly distracted with trying to keep below the speed limit, yet still managing to effortlessly read your racing mind. “You look like the definition of someone I would date.”

You try not to smile at that, smoothing your pleated black skirt down over your thighs. You had asked if it was too formal earlier, paired with your maroon sweater and black tights, but Conrad had assured you it was fine and that ‘you look… great’, and maybe you were reading too much into it but you could have sworn you noticed his blue- green eyes (you could never really tell which) linger on your elegant neck and down at your calves through the sheerness of the fabric poorly concealing them.

You put it down to your wishful thinking, seeing things that weren’t actually happening.

The car comes to a stop, causing you to immediately snap out of your spiralling thoughts.

“We’re here.”

You instantly rummage through your crimson leather handbag for a mirror and check your immaculate reflection. Pristine eyeliner, lip stain steadfast, hair in behaving. Conrad turns to you, noticing your jittery movements.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?” You cringe internally at the way you respond too quickly, and you find yourself wishing you had just stayed in your dorm all day, lounging around and eating ice cream and watching cheesy rom- coms.

“You really don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to. I can just tell my mom that you feel really ill-”

“No, honestly, I’m…” Your teeth peek out again to gnaw on your lip. “I’m- fine?” The fact that it comes out like a question causes your eye to twitch.

He steps out of the car, shutting his door and comes around to open yours. You almost scoff. Why does he have to be so gentlemanly?

Conrad’s hand tentatively reaches up to your face, delicately pulling your thumb from your incessant teeth. “Are you sure?” He persists, and his voice is so gooey and thick with something you would love to assume is tenderness. You wonder if it was a waste of time deciding on your new designer blush that you’d been saving to wear for the first time.

Your words fail you as your breath hitches in your throat, and you can do little more than nod. “What if- what if I mess it up, and she realises that, we’re not really… dating?”

Conrad tucks a tuft of hair away behind his ear, something you’d been aching to do for most of the drive. “She won’t,” he says firmly. “I trust you.” A laugh almost escapes your throat as you realise he has more trust in you than you possess in yourself, but you push the thought aside as you realise he’s staring at you intently, awaiting an answer. You nod, and his face pulls up into that gorgeous grin which frequently haunts your daydreams during the dreary college lectures. It’s infectious, and you find yourself beaming very similarly as he offers his hand to you, helping you out of the car. It’s impossible to find his courteousness overbearing, not when he squeezes your hand as if telling you it’s okay or his eyes flicker to you for a moment, but the look in them feels like he’s looking at you like you’re his everything, and you’re not sure if that makes you adore or be wary of him.

You’re still pondering this when mere seconds after Conrad knocks on the door it swings open. A woman, who you assume is aged somewhere around forty- five, stands at the doorway and from the face- splitting smile on her face you can just tell she’s the life and soul of every party. “You’re here!” She hugs her son first, and you stand somewhat awkwardly beside them when she releases your ‘boyfriend’ and observes you, but you can tell from the sparkling glint in her eyes that it’s not for the sake of criticising but out of genuine inquisitiveness.

The woman you deduce is Susannah meets your eyes. Although her face is precisely lined with age, there’s a pleasant sense of life and hope and quintessence in her gaze. She greets you by your name, and you’re not surprised- Conrad had mentioned calling his mother earlier that morning.

You reach out for a handshake and she surprises you, wrapping her arms around you- warm and motherly. You reciprocate the gesture, and guilt fills you at the lies you are to spoon feed her.

During the delicious (late) lunch of homemade food, you’re bombarded with questions. How you and Conrad met, if you shared any classes, your family, your hobbies… everything and anything. And not just by Susannah, either, but by Conrad’s brother, who you kept forgetting the name of but knew it started with ‘J’.

Susannah’s eyes switch between you and her older son. “So, are you looking for something long- term, or-?”

A dusting of pink covers the tops of Conrad’s cheeks and nose- something you don’t see enough, and you’re indecisive as to whether you love or hate that the sight turns your insides to mush. “Mom.”

You hold his hand over the table, playing your role perfectly. “It’s fine,” you say, accompanied with a tinkly laugh. “In full honesty, I’m not one hundred percent sure. But…” You turn to stare at the boy beside you, his hand growing clammy in yours- “I’m pretty sure we’re both planning on staying together. Your son is a very special person, and I care about him very much- I’m so lucky to have him.”

You want to sigh and laugh at the irony at the same time- your last sentence was the embodiment of black and white; the first part had been completely true; Conrad was special, and you wished with your whole heart he could be yours, but you definitely did not ‘have’ him.

 It wasn’t anything you didn’t know; Conrad Fisher could just simply, never be yours.

“But equally,” you carry on when Susannah nods in satisfaction. “We’re both young, and… anything could happen. Right, babe?”

“Yeah, definitely,” Conrad nodded, but when he turns to you his eyes flash with content and he offers you a genuine half- smile, both gestures saying more than words ever could, and you knew he was satisfied with your deliberately vague response.

A little while after, Conrad excuses both you and himself to rest a while in his room, because of ‘the long journey’. You obliged without needing to consult him; you knew the effort of keeping the act up was mentally draining from first- hand experience.

He shuts the door behind you both and falls back on his bed, kicking his shoes off. Standing self- consciously, you wonder if he minds you sitting on his bed, of all places, or not.

He raises an eyebrow. “You can sit, you know.”

You sit on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the thin chain around your wrist. 

“Hey, thanks for… thanks for doing this for me.”

You look up, surprised. “You don’t need to thank me. Just a friend helping out a friend,” you feign nonchalance, not meeting his gaze at your heart squeezes painfully at your own words.

“No, I’m serious,” he goes on. “I love my mom, but she’s been going on about me getting with someone for ages. You’re a life- saver.”

You look down at where he’s resting his arms behind his head next to you, the first two buttons of his black button- up undone. Your eyes fight to remain focused on his. “You’re good.”

His eyes narrow, eyelashes fringing observant irises as he sits up. The fact that he’s now closer than before doesn’t escape you. “You’re not uncomfortable by all this, right?”

“Not at all. I’ve really enjoyed meeting your mom, even under… unusual circumstances.” He smiles at that, no teeth but all dimples and your fingers twitch with wanting to trace over them. His eyes remain trained on you for a couple more seconds. You iron your hands over your skirt again, a repetitive, nervous tic.

Conrad shuffles slightly closer- your heart flirts enticingly with your thoughts, convincing your brain that the distinct smell of ocean spray and wet sand was coming from the handsome boy next to you and not through the open window.

“Hey.”

Your head tilts up to look at him- startled slightly, but not unpleasantly so when you realise you’ve miscalculated how close he actually was. Every detail on his face is visible; the unreal sharp of his jawline, the faint freckle just under his left eye you yearn to kiss…

“You’re beautiful,” he mutters under his breath- you almost miss it, it’s so sudden.

“Wha- what?” 

“You’re beautiful,” he says simply, as if it’s a well- known fact everyone knows. Your stomach flips and suddenly the white of the ceiling looks very interesting. “Hey, look at me.”

You do.

“I’m serious. You’re really pretty and I-”

“Where is all this coming from?” You interrupt.

Conrad looks bewildered. “What do you mean?”

“Like, do you just feel bad because I did this for you? Or is it something-”

What Conrad does next stuns you; all of a sudden, his hand is on the side on your neck, his thumb caressing along your jaw and his lips are pressed to yours, sweet and all- consuming and slightly wet but it’s everything you’ve dreamed about and more, causing you to melt into him with your eyes closed, arms tentatively creeping around his neck.

You don’t know whether it’s been a minute or an hour, but it’s definitely been a while, judging by the telltale screaming of your lungs for oxygen.

Time is a strange thing.

Pulling away for a gasp of air, you can’t help but giggle at the faint red marks of colour on the boy’s lips. He smiles, albeit confused, sneaking an arm around your waist. “What?”

“You’ve got a little…” You reach out and gently wipe the smudge away with a manicured fingernail. He’s still staring at you intensely.

“I really like you, you know.”

Your lips quirk upwards, fixing his slightly creased collar. “Nice to know it’s not just because you think I’m pretty.”

His jaw tenses, thinking you’ve misunderstood, but he relaxes quickly when he sees the playful glimmer reflecting in your pupils. “It isn’t. You’re… amazing. Smart, funny, great sense of humour-”

“You talk too much,” you cut across him, pulling him down for another sweet kiss which you both smile into.

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[fitzells]

request for conrad bringing his girlfriend to the boardwalk in e4 with the group??? maybe a distraction kiss during the laser tag game so bellys team wins instead

i’m like a conrad fisher blurb machine. seriously. requests still open for all characters. hope i did this justice!!!! belly conklin i love u and ur need to win everything u are the love of my life. this NOT PROOFREAD! and not written very well i can do better trust. ok bye.

You like seeing him happy. It suits him. His entire face just lights up the minute his lips contorts into a grin, it’s contagious. He needed this day, with his friends. With Jeremiah. With you. He really needed you here in Cousins; but Conrad Fisher is not known for being vulnerable, he’s not even remotely close to an open book. So, a couple of days ago, when he opened the front door to be greeted with you, Jeremiah and Belly; it took all of his strength to stop himself from breaking down on the spot.

He hadn’t seen you in a while, and you both blame it on the distance; really, you do. That’s why you love summer so much. Cousins. The beach-house. It’s just for you and Conrad; for a little while, it’s just magical. He knows he could be putting more of an effort in, but he really doesn’t want you to see how low he gets. You’re his sunshine; and he really doesn’t want to dampen that.

You were tucked into his chest now, peering up at him and feeling the pure serenity rushing through your veins at the sight of him smiling. You love him so much it hurts.

“Laser tag!” Belly snaps you out of your daze, her fiery competitiveness making you jolt a little. “Hey, Conrad; hands off my girl. No mind games, I’ve got my eye on you.”

She gestures for you to stand over with her, Taylor and Skye. Taylor narrows her eyes at Conrad, and sends you a happy little grin as she reaches her hand out for you to grab at. You shrug your shoulders, swivelling your head away from your boyfriends attempt to kiss you a quick goodbye; and all of your friends laugh loudly at the rejection.

“Yeah, Conrad.” You snide. “No mind games.”

He flips you off.

“We actually don’t need mind games. We’re simply the better team.” Steven declares. Conrad and Jeremiah yell out agreements as the three of them wrap their arms around each other.

You spin on your heel and face your three teammates. “Four against three. We have an advantage he—“

Conrad boos loudly. “You have no advantage.”

“Ignore him.” Belly chimes in, the two of you standing before Taylor and Skye. You nod. “We have to beat them. Game face on; in it to win it. Team Belly for life.”

“Oh please, that’s the worst pep talk I’ve ever heard!” Your boyfriend laughs. Steven and Jeremiah spew out words of agreement.

You raise your eyebrows. “Okay, Fisher. You wanna trash talk? Because remember that night I went to visit you and your dorm hall was empty and you wanted to—“

His face falls, and turns bright red. “Alright! Let’s play.”

Belly pulls you in for a hug. “Hit him where it hurts, I like it. Also.. I’m gonna need to hear that story later.”

You grin.

The game is actually not as lighthearted as one would think. So, maybe you’re all in your late teens; and maybe it’s a game aimed for six year olds’ birthday parties, regardless; you have a competitive streak that could possibly be labelled a little toxic. You need to win, badly. You’ve hit Steven and Jeremiah, easily. Your main target is Conrad; and you can’t seem to find him anywhere. Until you do, and you smile sweetly.

“Hi.” You whisper. He smiles and greets you back.

You hold your hands up in surrender. “I come in peace.”

You get a little laugh from him; and he shakes his head. You melt a little. “You know, you’re cute when you’re all competitive. Maybe slightly hot, too.”

You gasp. “Only slightly?”

“Super.”

“If I promise not to shoot, will you kiss me? Please.” You hit him with the puppy dog eyes and suddenly he finds himself not even caring about this game anymore. He loves you so much it makes him feel ill.

“Promise you won’t shoot?”

“Promise I won’t shoot.”

He pulls you in by your waist and kisses you softly, then a little harder. Your hands find his hair and you stand up on your tiptoes to deepen it. This is way too lovey dovey for an arcade. You fear not even Cam Cameron could prevent you guys from getting kicked out if some overprotective mother stumbles upon you.

He’s zapped in the back, and he freezes. Grimacing in aggravation when he hears Belly’s evil cackle from a few feet behind him. She doesn’t stop zapping, maybe enjoying it a little too much. You bite down on your bottom lip to trap your laughter.

“You promised.” He whines.

“Promised that I wouldn’t shoot. Unfortunately, Belly is a force to be reckoned with. The woman cannot be contained.” You shrug, and Belly hits him with a yeah, suck it Conrad.

He sighs. “So that was planned, then.”

“Yes and no.”

He falls in to step with you as Belly races forward to claim your spot as the winning team. “And no?”

“I was told to kiss you. Just not like that. That was..” Your voice trails off. “Wow. That was just wow.”

He laughs, and you laugh with him. “I love you, you know that? Like a lot.”

“Good. You should love me.” You exclaim, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m the world's best girlfriend.”

He nods, pushing the stray hairs on your face behind your ears. “You are. Seriously.”

You kiss him again, this time there’s no ulterior motive. You’re just sickeningly in love.

[bonesandchalamet]

the fourth - j.fisher

masterlist

pairings: Jeremiah fisher x fem!reader

warnings: minor spelling/grammatical errors + fluff

a/n: super excited for the second season 😁😁

the Fourth of July on cousins beach was something else. it was far different from the normal parties at home. there were fireworks for miles at almost every hour of the night. the sky lit up in colors of red, white, blue, and sparkling shimmery gold.

there was nothing more magical than cousins beach lit up under the beautiful dazzling display.

however, you could think of a view much more beautiful to stare at. Jeremiah fisher.

he was one of Susannah’s boys that you began to develop a crush on. you’d seen him lifeguarding the pool from time to time. he’d been on the stand at your very first time at the country club, and while he was rotating around the pool, he crouched down to where you rest against the ledge, “you shouldn’t be in this pool.” he says, a playful smirk forms against his lips, “you’re making my job harder.”

from that point forward, you made it your mission to show up to that damn country club and in whatever skimpy bikini you could find to impress him. it’s what got you invited to the summer bash on the beach with his friends.

“this is Steven, who you’ve met he works at the club, belly, and my brother conrad. guys this is y/n.”

“you come here every summer?” belly asks, she’s the first to whisk you away from the three boys while they searched for the keg or any sightings of drinks.

“no, this is my first time.” you follow her along the sand, allowing the grains to slip into your sandals before situating yourselves towards the water.

“I can see you have an eye for Jeremiah.” belly nudges your shoulder before quickly turning her head in search of the boys. there wasn’t a sight of them for miles, so the coast was clear to chat of them, “he likes you too. he talks about you a lot.”

her emphasis makes you blush. having not known Jeremiah well enough, or even close enough, you’re unsure if he does this often. you’re unsure if it’s compliment that he speaks about you, or if he does this so often it’s annoying for his friends.

you don’t have too much time to question her before Jeremiah is kicking sand in your face and plopping down against the sand beside you. he’s brought two red solo cups, one for you and the other for him.

“thank you.” you smile. you take the cup from his hand, fingers briefly touching, his hand is wet from the condensation of the cup. you’re blushing even harder than when belly was talking about him, and you’re so thankful for the stars and the dark skies to mask it.

“I think shayla is here we should go find her.” belly suggests to conrad and Steven. while the three get up you catch belly’s eyes and she flashes a wink in your direction. you owe her for next time, and you’re sure there will be another.

“so you’ve never seen the fireworks here?” he scoots closer to you, thighs briefly brushing against each other.

you feel the butterflies in your stomach erupt as you look over into his eyes. the stars reflect in them, you can feel your heart beating faster when he looks over at you.

just as you begin to reply, the eruption of the crackles in the sky startles everything in you. you subconsciously jump closer to him, and feel his arm wrap around your shoulders, “I got you, it’s okay.” he chuckles while pulling you almost into his lap.

“I’m sorry I’m not normally scared.” you reply with a chuckle. you’re hesitant to relax against his body. he smells of sun tan lotion and a mixture of cologne, you could get used to that.

he turns his head in your direction. a small smile forms against his lips, “you’re beautiful under these stars.”

you inch closer, eyes glued on his lips. this is the only thing you could ever want. a kiss under the stars, fireworks erupting in the background. you want this.

you wonder what his lips taste like. do they taste like the beer he just drank? or perhaps the cherry popsicle he was previously sucking on that turned his lips bright red. the curiosity was killing you.

“that one’s pretty.” he swivels his head in the direction of the sky, index finger pointed at the golden shimmer against the darkness. you watch them for a moment, how they shimmer and dazzle.

for a moment, you feel the world stop around you. like life beyond you is just background noise and the fireworks are all you can see. you feel like a little kid again, wondering what life was like on cousins at age eight. you wonder how cute Jeremiah was then. you wonder if his family and belly’s did sparklers or cozied up under a fire to witness these very same Fourth of July fireworks.

it’s then when he takes his chance. he gently places his index finger under your chin and turns your face towards him. the curls that brush against his forehead gently tickle your forehead as he leans in. his lips fit like a glove. they taste like a mixture of cherry popsicle and bitter wheat beer he was illegally drinking.

you can feel fireworks in your own stomach erupting. they shoot up and dazzle over and over as he keeps kissing you. his hand is wrapped around the base of your head, fingers tangled in your hair.

“you taste like beer.” you say finally pulling away for air. you feel like you’re floating above water. heart is full of so much joy you’re smiling wider than you ever thought you could.

“is that why you stopped?”

you shake your head brushing a couple of strains of hair that stuck to your face from the wind, “no, I never wanna stop.”

“good,” he pauses for a second, fingers lacing into your hair again, “me neither.”

[dwnrghticonic]

jeremiah- AUGUSTINE

conrad- BETTY

belly- JAMES

[myconniebaby]

Hi! If anyone wants to request any Conrad blurbs, I'm open to anything! No guarantees I'll write it but literally any ideas you guys have, send them my way 😈 Fluff is fine but I'm in a mood lol so the dirtier and more out there, the better 😅🙈 I really hope a few people see this and send me requests or even just stop by to say hey! Even if we have never spoken before on here, reach out! I'm a very friendly person and I love making new friends ☺️ Come say hi!

[summersturned]

Four months. It had only been four months since the almost wedding. When he’d heard the news that they called it off, a wave of relief rushed over him. Following the relief was a sadness he never expected. A sadness for both Jeremiah and Belly. They were the two most important people in his life, and he knew they were hurting. Hurting because of him and his big stupid mouth. Why couldn’t he have just stayed quiet?

He knew that he needed to give Jere space, but he did reach out every few weeks. Jere never answered. Now it was Christmas time, the semester was over, and Conrad was expected home for the break. He thought about lying, saying he had a work study, saying he had a project, saying…anything that stopped him from having to get on that plane. But he didn’t…he couldn’t. He had to face Jere, they were brothers after all.

Christmas dinner was so awkward you could have cut the tension with a knife. Jere would only speak to him when absolutely necessary, and even then he refused to look Conrad in the face. The brunette did his best to hold it together for his father, but he felt like a failure.

Later that night he went for a drive, trying to clear his mind. *He just needs time. Give him more time.* As he gazed at the Christmas lights through his driver window, the beach house flickered across his mind. Before he knew it, he was on his way to his favorite place.

Nostalgia crept on him as he approached Cousins. Christmas on the beach had almost become a sort of recurrent event between him and Belly. Last year when she’d arrive unexpectedly…it was the highlight of his holiday. He knew she was Jere’s…that nothing would happen. But being alone with her again? It felt good.

A part of him wondered if maybe, just maybe she’d come again. Christmas on the beach was *their* special something. Just like Jere, she hadn’t even been responding to his text messages… He knew she wouldn’t show up, wouldn’t risk it…but still, he hoped.

[probably-writing-x]

Hotter and Hotter

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

Warnings: Sexual references (Minors DNI)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

“So, has anyone said anything about…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, home?”

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank god for hot weather.

[kokomos]

♡₊           ⅰ.  dolce far niente         ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

— starring     conrad fisher !๑

series: dolce far niente can be identified as a period of blissful idleness, a sweetness one gains from indolence. each part in this collection will focus on various idylls from the reader's relationship with conrad.

prompt: your boyfriend cares more about his stupid video game than he does about you!

tags: fem! reader, bratty! reader, bf! connie; established relationship, mixed power dynamics; fluff.

honey's note: taking requests for this series!<3

“connie ,” you pout, tugging at the sleeve of his tee-shirt.

your boyfriend doesn't even blink at the sound of your bleating, far too engrossed in some zombie shooter game that him and his brother bought three—four summers ago. his eyes held an overzealous glint in the coastal hues, having been trained on the screen for what you could only recount as hours. in actuality, it hadn't been more than fifteen minutes, but that was besides the point. he had been neglecting you.

“what's wrong, baby?” conrad's voice lifts to fit a sympathetic tune, though it's swiftly juxtaposed by the lack of eye contact he offers as he speaks to you in it.

a soft whine parts your lips, “pay attention to your girlfriend.”

“five more minutes,” he starts.

“conrad—”

“i promise, just five more minutes, princess.”

he knows he's successfully pacified you when all that follows is a groan of compliance—and he's more than certain an eye-roll is accompanying the gesture. your insistence subsides momentarily, and you settle for as much affection as you can possibly squeeze out of him given his current priority. your arms slink around his waist and you press a cheek against the sinewy muscle of bicep—you're attached at his hip, both figuratively and literally.

“can't you pause?” you coo, simpering faintly.

“can't you wait five minutes?” he retorts, finally shooting a glance or two your way.

an extra thick coat of sugary adulation envelops your words to ensure triumph over the game, “i can't wait five seconds for you, baby.”

the declaration tugs on his heartstrings, just as you had planned, and his cheeks flush an adorable shade of crimson. before you know it, he's abandoned the game and pulled you into his arms; two firm palms discarded the controller in favor of your hips. you hum in content and wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer into your embrace. you feel his lips crease against your skin before he murmurs something you can't quite discern.

three words, was it?

ᡣ𐭩    with love , honey

[freezegirl]

five times comforted:      ( five times the receiver comforted the sender ) 👀😭

5x // @anqael

01: "she's wrong, you know." kie tells nora as she sits down next to her. vee's got the flu so she's out for the count. though nora has promised to send her the important patch related updates. this, however, isn't a patch related update. "marcie. she's wrong about you. sometimes people who are threatened do this... this thing where they project their own insecurities and such onto others and from my vantage point, marcie millar acts like she's the queen bee of this school but she's five seconds away from getting devoured by her subjects, which reminds me of this great horror movie i've seen recently---" and the conversation moves on, ever so swiftly, from marcie to movies.

02: "i've got a weak mind too," kie admits and maybe it's cold comfort but it's comfort all the same. "that doesn't mean you're necessarily weak-willed. it just means you've got issues with keeping out telepaths and the like. as do i. i'd offer to practice but one) i don't know how we'd do that without involving your guy and two) i doubt you would like what you could find in there."

03: yep, that's the fifth time nora has groaned in the past thirty minutes. so kie gets up and inclines her head. "come on, up you get."

nora levels her with a look and kie merely stares back until nora groans once more and gets up: "seriously, what's happening?"

kie grins, then, and says: "a dance party. that's what's happening. it always helps me whenever i'm stuck on something." she gets her phone out of her pocket, opens spotify and hands her phone to nora. "here, you can pick the first song."

04: "conrad or jeremiah, who would you pick?" asks nora, and kie dramatically falls over on nora's bed, if only so she can groan into a pillow. "no! you did not just ask me that!" nora laughs and soon enough, kie is laughing too. "okay, bear with me here, i'll be honest with you: i know that nobody's with me on this and it'll never happen because girls like us never get anything when it comes to tv shows like that but i would pick jeremiah for nicole richardson - that pretty black girl from season one who was conrad's summer hookup - and i would pick conrad for aubrey."

"who?"

"that indian girl. one of his exes. she was comforting him at his mom's funeral in season two."

nora nods, then. "ah, got it. but what about belly?"

"i would give belly a girlfriend. like dara jones, that cute redheaded girl. i think she was also in season one as another debutante. anyway, pan belly rights, you know?"

nora nods once more and, later, when kie asks her how she feels, nora says she feels much better. and this time, it isn't a lie.

05: they keep going because of course they do. "cole walter or alex walter? and you can't say: give jackie a girlfriend this time around!" nora warns kie playfully. it's far too late for kie to drive back so it's been decided that she'll stay with nora for the night.

it'd be nice, having someone in the house, she'd said. and kie relates to that more than she can admit.

"i don't know," kie murmurs, "i watched it all the way through but i liked the family shenanigans and the blooming theatre boy and popular girl romance better. also farkle from girl meets world was in there and he got a boyfriend, which was so cute."

"kie," nora tries to go for stern but she ends up giggling. "out with it."

"alex walter," kie says after a long moment of silence, "if only 'cause he looks kinda like will---" that is, will stronghold. "---if you squint." a decisive nod, and then: "that tall blond guy looks a little bit too much like zach for my taste. even if his personality is nothing like his. no, cole walter would have to clean up his act, and fast, if he doesn't want me to push him off his high horse."

"wow, i never thought you'd be capable of such violence," nora gasps dramatically.

"i know," kie responds, "it's 'cause i'm only five foot three. it fuels my secret rage."

nora laughs and laughs and laughs and kie gives herself a mental pat on the back for a job well done.

[tea-biscuits-books]

Writing

a grand selection of my fantasies <3

➺ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

marauders masterlist

golden era masterlist

tom riddle era masterlist

➺ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋

marvel masterlist

➺ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐈 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘

tsitp masterlist

[lafleshlumpeater]

conrad fisher x fem!reader (fake dating)

[frogsare-friends]

Jeremiah POV Stream of Consciousness Sentences(?) that I'll Eventually Make into Poems (Maybe)

(these aren't necessarily connected but they aren't not connected either)

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i'll give to you till i've got nothing left to take

and then the rest is yours

i'll change who i am and do anything to make

my heart a home for your pain

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i'm not built for helping myself

i can't breathe cause i'm holding my breath

i'm better built for helping you out

so i'll let you take until there's nothing left

and i'll tell myself it's all your fault

as we lay together in the bed we built

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they told me i changed

as if that made a difference

i don't know how to cry anymore

cause all i've ever been is too good at lying

i don't know how to tell the truth

and i don't remember who i was before

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i don't know how to miss you

without hating you too

don't know how to go back to who we used to be

without killing myself

and taking you with me