…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
What would Y/N do if she realized Harry was in contact with his ex/ went to hangout with her behind her back?
her too ; h.s
a/n: i wanna clean out my ask box and make space for new requests bc i have a new wave of work coming out in the next month or so that i’m really excited for. I’ll be posting blurbs until i finish some of the stuff that you guys are waiting on, but until then! here we are! sorry it took so long!
It was an accident.
YN and Harry had become comfortable with one another in the year and a half they’d spent together. From the beginning, Harry had been completely honest with her when she asked him if he was capable of being one hundred percent honest with her at all times; and he agreed.
The habit had been picked up due to YN’s awful habit of leaving her phone somewhere, always having it on silent, and never remembering where she left it. Harry had learned overtime to pick up her slack. Answering her phone when she left it in the kitchen or texting back a friend for her when she was running late to meet them for lunch. It was harmless. So harmless, she had begun doing it for him.
The first time she picked up a call while Harry was in the shower, she shrugged and told her he had nothing to hide. That if he did it to her, there was no reason she couldn’t do it for him.
YN never screened Harry’s calls. Never once looked through a thread of text message that wasn’t fully intended for her eyes to see. She minded her business for the sake of knowing she would never want anyone to do that to her. It was pure accident Harry had left his phone on the counter, and it was a coincidence that she was left in the kitchen finishing up dinner for the two of them while Harry was in the shower.
Thank you for seeing me. I missed you.
-Mags
YN tried to maintain her calm; control her overactive imagination and tame the wild beast inside her that was nudging with frustration that he had lied about going to the studio when he had gone behind her back to see his ex, Maggie.
She organized the facts she knew in her head before she allowed herself to spiral.
Maggie is Harry’s childhood best friend.
They dated for six years.
Maggie moved to Japan after they broke up to make a change in her life.
She doesn’t like YN.
Maggie is home. Now.
YN tried not to let it bother her. Kept an extra second of eye contact with Harry before he left the next morning. And despite not being able to sleep the night prior, she hit the ground running on work she had to do that didn’t need to be done until the end of the week. By Wednesday, she left with nothing to do, and the entire day was promised to her by the smiley beau she shares a bed with.
And then; she hears him roll out of bed at nine in the morning. She perks her head up, watching Harry roll into a T-shirt and jeans before he looks back at her with a frown on his face.
“I have a last-minute meeting at noon.”
YN doesn’t say a word in response, just stares at him blankly as she tries to consider what her next move is going to be. If she’s going to make a move or say a word at all. If she’s simply going to roll over and fall back asleep in hopes her boyfriend has made it clear to Maggie that they’re going strong, and he’s happy with her.
Is he happy with her?
YN swallows a thick lump in her throat, resting her head back down on her pillow in silence as Harry’s frown deepens and he flops back onto their shared bed, a kiss ready to be delivered to her lips.
“I’m sorry. I know I promised, but-”
“I get it, baby. It’s okay.” She smiles softly, keeping the oncoming set of tears at bay by making sure not to blink. Harry looks over her face, making sure she was being honest before kissing her forehead, rubbing her cheek.
“I promise you I’m yours all afternoon,”
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“What time did you say you were coming home?” She hummed, paying close attention to the grilled cheese she had sizzling in the skillet in front of her.
“Maybe about an hour? Jeff caught me on the phone and needs me to look over some stuff then you have me to yourself.” YN hummed in agreement, the pair of them muttering I love you before hanging up the phone. She willed herself not to get upset; not when she hadn't allowed him to explain himself. And certainly not when she had allowed her mind to run rampant thinking about what he could possibly be out doing when he promised the entire day was reserved for the two of them.
She bit her lip, allowing her mind to be clouded by the unthinkable.
No. She told herself. He would never do that.
It was one thing she thought she could be absolutely sure of, Harry wouldn’t see his ex-girlfriend twice without telling YN.
Surely he would tell you the first time.
YN kept her mouth clamped shut, flipping the sandwich in the pan before letting it grill on the other side. Harry would be home soon; she would leave herself to confront him then,
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Harry had been reserved for the last week.
It wasn’t like him to pull away, and it certainly wasn’t in character for him to break a promise that he was so keen on keeping. Harry came home at six at night; had dinner with YN and slipped away to shower. After being in meetings.
YN felt like she was losing her mind. He was cold one moment, the next he was next to her in their bed, snoring into her shoulder without telling her that he loved her before drifting off to sleep as they normally did. YN didn’t do well when it came to a threatened routine, and she knew she needed to speak up when Harry left his phone on the coffee table and she felt inclined to check if he was still seeing Maggie behind her back.
The room is quiet except for the occasional strum of the guitar. Harry sat across the room while YN bites her fingernails and drafts every possible way the situation can swing if she brings up the message she saw a week ago, in tandem with his withdrawn behavior.
“Penny for your thoughts?” He mutters, guitar pick in his mouth as he leans over his instrument to scribble something down in his notebook. YN felt her heartbeat in her throat before shrugging her shoulders.
“Quarter for yours?” Harry sent her a half-smile, another strum echoing through the room.
“Writing another album for you. Your turn.” Her cheeks went hot at the assertion, a reaction that only he could ever illicit. Even when she was unsure about him, he still found ways to nudge at her heart.
“Maggie is home.” The playful energy in the room falls the moment she says her name, and it feels as though she may have started something she wasn’t quite prepared for. Harry clears his throat, refocusing himself on the work he was doing beforehand.
“Oh? Where did you hear that?” YN shrugs.
“Saw she texted you.” Harry’s face drains of color, looking back up to YN whose eyes are fixed on the ground. He knows she’s avoiding eye contact because she’s nervous. He just wishes there was something he could say to assert and prove he meant nothing by it. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?”
Harry’s mouth opened, and then closed, and then opened again. He was lost for words.
“Are you hiding something?” She squeaks. “Because I just need you to tell me.”
“No.” Harry assured, laying his acoustic guitar on the sofa before making his way over to her. “Nothing like that, YN. I just-”
“You felt like you couldn’t tell me?”
“No--”
“You just didn’t want to?”
“No!”
“Then what is it? What reason could you have to lie to me about seeing Jeff when I know she’s why you haven't been around all week.”
“YN--I didn’t-”
“What?”
“I didn’t want you to react like this. I know it’s been eating you alive, and I just. I didn’t want you to tell me i couldn’t see her now that she’s home.” YN narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend, utterly perplexed.
“You think I wouldn’t let you see her? Me? The person who has been ever understanding that you’re friends with your exes? Who hangs out with your friends that you have a history with? Who invited your ex-girlfriend, Molly, and her new boyfriend over to our house to have dinner with us? You think I would stand in the way of seeing your childhood friend?”
Harry had resigned himself to being an asshole. The second the words came out of his mouth, he knew he was wrong. He didn’t know why he lied. He didn’t know why he snuck behind his girlfriend's back when she had been the most understanding girl he ever had the privilege of being with. And he loved her, and he knew that he fucked up.
“What’s the truth, H? Because you and I both know that isn’t it.”
It weighed on his heart like a ton of bricks, and he scratched his head before sitting back down on the sofa.
“The truth is, I love you. I’m in love with you, YN.” A fresh wave of tears made their way down her face, as she knew there was something to follow. Her arms crossed, and her heart on the line, her head fell empty when he opened his mouth again. “But there is always going to be a piece of me that is in love with her too.”
authors note: had this idea stuck in my head for a few nights as my sleeping pattern has been sucky lately and my wandering mind tends to conjure up soft ideas when it’s tired, so this is just a little bit of fluff with newly boyfriend!harry
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Harry doesn’t know how it got to this point. He’s always been an independent person that craved intimacy and love but never needed it. He’s always known he can count on his friends and family but always tried to count on himself first. He’s always been able to sleep alone, but as he rolls around in his empty bed, limbs tangled in the silk sheets, he realises that tonight, for some bizzare reason, he can’t.
His gaze is fixed on the ceiling again, his hands clasped over his middle as he pats a beat against the back of his hands with his fingers. Harry gnaws softly at the inside of his cheek, tilting his head to look at his phone that sits on his nightstand. He catches sight of his alarm clock.
04:17AM.
He stares at his phone for a moment longer, debating whether or not he should do it. Pursing his lips, he lets out a deep breath through his nose and shakes his head, turning his attention back to the painted grooves in the ceiling.
He has to laugh at himself. It’s his first night sleeping alone in almost three weeks and now it’s like he doesn’t know how. Doesn’t know how to switch off without having his arms wrapped around her. Doesn’t know how to relax as his eyes close without feeling the weight of her head lay on his chest. Doesn’t know how to sleep without her rubbing small circles against the skin of his ribs with her fingertips.
He’s about to consider it again; calling her, when his phone lights up and gently illuminates the room. The vibrations of an incoming call sing against his nightstand and he reaches over, answering your call before it can ring a second time. “Hi, love,” he greets you gently, small smile hinting at his lips as he hears a breathy laugh.
[requested]: a television talk show host feels you up backstage and you don’t tell harry but he finds out.
trigger warning: sexual harassment
[ part one ]
When you arrived back at the hotel suite, Harry had barely managed to pile your luggage by the empty closet when he turns around to ask, “Do you want to join me in the shower?”
He had already begun fingering the hard clasp of his belt and was looking at you with a shy smirk. But something in you freezes.
There was something about the way he was looking at you, with those sly eyes, that made you almost want to vomit. Pushing past him, you quickly sprint to the bathroom where you heave out your guts into the waiting toilet bowl.
Hot tears were streaming down your cheeks as you feel Harry’s freezing hand close down on your back. You shrink away from him, flushing your insides down the drain, heading over to the sink to wash away the stink of bile from your lips.
“Sweetheart?” His voice is quiet now, and you know the question that he is about to ask.
You blurt, “I already had a shower just now. I’m just going to lie down for a bit…if that’s alright.” You had added that last part in as if it was an afterthought, and leave the small room before he has a chance to reply.
You have stripped out of your casual attire into your pajamas and had just managed to pull the white sheets over your body when you hear the sound of the shower starting. You know that if you keep acting this way, Harry would begin to be suspicious. Hell, he was already picking up on your change in attitude.
Turning away from the center of the bed, you press your eyes shut and try to doze off. Everything will be better in the morning, you reason with yourself. Nothing happened. Nothing happ–
connie and the reader going sailing, maybe for their anniversary or something cute like that?? love ur writing sm xo
Forever
Pairings: Conrad Fisher x reader
Warnings: none
I think this idea is super cute, thank you so much for requesting it! I hope that this is what you were looking for. Thank you for enjoying my writing:) Also, I threw in a cute Delena moment because I've been rewatching tvd. I hope you like it!
I woke up to the sun shining brightly through the windows, trapped between Conrad's arms. I smiled to myself thinking about how we both must have accidentally fell asleep during our movie marathon last night.
Today marks Conrad and I's one year anniversary. One year of being in love with the person who makes me the happiest. Even now, it feels like the first day, the spark has never dimmed between us. We know each other better than anyone, but we're constantly learning new things.
I stared at him for a moment, taking in how peaceful he looks. His hair messy, and his lips slightly parted. To me, he is still just as perfect in this form.
"It's rude to stare," he says with a small smile, his eyes still closed.
"It's hard not to when you look like that," I traced my finger over the muscle on his bicep.
He pulled me closer to his chest, his arms slightly tighter around me, "happy one year y/n/n," he says while kissing my forehead.
"Happy one year Connie," I smiled into his chest.
I know that he has something romantic planned for today, he probably asked Susannah for ideas, he always does. I wouldn't care if he didn't though, I would be more than happy to spend the day laying here like this.
"So what's on the agenda for today?" I questioned.
"It's a surprise," he says while releasing his grip from me and getting out of bed.
I sat up, sitting crisscross on his bed, "can you at least give me an idea on what I should wear."
"Nothing at all would be nice," he smirked.
I laughed and playfully threw a pillow at him, "be serious Con."
He tossed the pillow back on the bed, "don't get too dressed up. It's pretty casual, but you know I love anything on you so don't try too hard."
Knowing Conrad, I assume that his plan is to take me sailing. It was our first date, and I know the hopeless romantic in him would have the thought to recreate it for our anniversary. It's what I love about him.
Since I always leave clothes here, either from my many sleepovers with Conrad, or leaving them here after going swimming; I don't have to go home to change. Susannah always washes them for me, she's like a second mom to me. She welcomed me with wide arms and treats me as one of her own.
Wanting to at least try and look good, I change into my white sundress, which happens to be Conrad's favorite and also the one that I wore on our first date. I decided to straighten my hair, not having my own straightener here, I used Belly's. Even though Belly isn't home, I knew that she wouldn't mind if I used it. After finishing my hair, I applied some light makeup.
Walking back into Conrad's room, he's sitting on his bed patiently waiting for me to finish. He never rushes me, he's always so patient with me.
His eyes light up when he sees me, smiling, he says, "you look beautiful."
Conrad is wearing his light blue hoodie and a pair of shorts. I love that hoodie on him, it makes his eyes look so pretty.
"You don't look too bad yourself," I walked over to him holding my hand out, pulling him up so we can go.
Finally making our way out to the jeep, Conrad opens the passenger door for me, and closes it after I get inside. He never makes me drive, which I don't mind. He always calls me his passenger princess, Jeremiah even calls me it sometimes.
Reaching the destination, which is exactly where I thought it would be; Conrad gets out of the car and comes around to open my door, grabbing my hand to help me get out.
Walking towards the boat, hand in hand, I look at him and jokingly say, "you're so predicable."
"What are you talking about," he says while laughing.
"Our first date we went sailing."
"I was hoping that you wouldn't remember."
Smiling, I say, "I could never forget."
We spend most of the day on the boat, Conrad showing me how to tie different knots, surprisingly I learned pretty quick.
He looks at me and smiles, "there, you got it," he laughs.
"Teach me another one."
We talked for hours. I sat with my back pressed against Conrad's chest, his arms wrapped around me. We just listened to the sound of the water, and watched the sunset.
"Alright, we should get going. I have one more surprise for you."
"This was more than enough Connie," I said.
"I know but today is special, I wanted to go the extra mile," he said smiling.
I love how romantic he can be, and how special he makes me feel. Even after a year, I'm still not used to it. I don't think I ever will be, because it's always something new with Conrad.
After leaving, Conrad drives us to the beach. Hopefully he doesn't plan on going night swimming, I didn't bring a bathing suit. Walking in the sand, I notice that there is a blanket set up with a small picnic basket.
"When did you have time to do this," I looked at him smiling.
"I didn't. I asked Jere to set it up."
"You amaze me everyday Conrad Fisher," I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought my lips to his.
Sitting on the blanket, he opened the basket and I looked inside to see a bowl full of chocolate covered strawberries. I looked up at him and smiled, he knows that they are my favorite.
After eating most of the strawberries, we laid down wrapped in each others arms, our legs tangled together. I had my head on his chest, I can hear his heart beating. It always makes me smile, because it's a reminder that he's here and that he's alive.
Deciding that it's finally time to go back to the house, we both just wanted to end the night in his bed watching movies. As we were gathering everything, it started to rain.
"Hurry up, let's go," he said while laughing.
"You're usually patient with me," I said sarcastically.
"I don't want you to get too wet baby," he said feeling bad for rushing me.
"Chase me," I said laughing, starting to run.
"Y/N!" Conrad yelled, running after me.
Instantly catching up to me, because his legs are longer than mine, he picks me up and spins me around. I start laughing uncontrollably, and this makes him smile because he loves to hear that sound.
He sets me down, "now we're both drenched," he says.
He doesn't care though, in this moment, he doesn't want to be anywhere else.
Staring into each other's eyes, I say, "promise me this is forever."
He softly smiles, his heart flutters, "I promise."
He grabs the sides of my face and crashes his lips onto mine, I run my fingers through his hair. Unable to pull away from each other, we stay like this, while the rain continues to pour down on us.
Summary: Conrad really wants to kiss you... but something keeps getting in the way - AKA the three times that Conrad almost kissed you and the one time he finally did.
Warnings: alcohol, light profanity, jealous Conrad, kissing, making out
Word Count: ~4.5K
A/N: three days late but here she is!!!!! sorry guys, it took me way longer than anticipated. a lil rusty but not too mad abt it. if u have any req's, send em my way :))
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Conrad doesn’t remember much of that lazy summer afternoon at the Fisher household when at the exploratory age of fifteen, he had held your hands and tried his best to hold in a chuckle as he watched you attempt to waltz with him. He hadn’t told you then, but you were doing it all wrong.
Your feet moved just a little too quick, stepping over his own and your mouth spilled perpetual apologies as you cringed at the lack of rhythm in your movements. You marveled at how you had made it this far in life, having acquired absolutely no coordination at all. It was a miracle, you thought, that you could even walk straight.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Conrad had smiled, countering your own critique, as his hands remained on your own and you were glad that they were – you would’ve fallen on your face by now if they didn’t have a steadfast grip on you.
“Really?” You had asked as you brought your eyes up to look at him properly. You squinted a little to convey your disbelief but found nothing on his smiling, bespectacled face that would show that he was lying. “I feel like I look really stupid,” you voiced your concern again, laughing a little.
“No, you look great,” Conrad had said with a soft shake of his head. “As always.”
The compliment had caught you off-guard, unsure of how to respond to such flattery. You laughed it off, though — albeit with a nervous lilt, and tried to focus again on the rhythmic movement of your body alongside his.
“Yeah, okay,” you chuckled, deciding to play along.
“What?” He had asked, amused.
“I do look stupid, don’t I?”
And Conrad couldn’t contain it then as he looked at the knowing smile on your face. He laughed with you as you shook your head and rubbed your face in defeat.
“You’re not that bad,” he had tried to console, taking your hands back in his, doing nothing to hide the massive grin on his face. “Just a little more practice and you’ll be as good as a deb. Seriously.”
“You and your lies, Conrad Fisher,” you had accused lightheartedly with a growing smile on your face. You knew you were hopeless at dancing.
Hell, even Conrad knew you were hopeless at dancing. But it gave him an excellent excuse to hold your hand … and study your face, which mysteriously always seemed to have gotten more beautiful even after the countless summers Conrad had spent admiring it.
“You just need to slow down your movements,” he had said as he placed one hand on your waist and gently held your hand in the other. “Feel the music and all that shit.”
“Right, of course.”
“Feel the rhythm.”
“Yes, uh huh, I totally know how to do that.”
“Let your body do the leading.”
“God, don’t say that,” you had laughed again at his cheesy admonitions that he swore were helping you reach your unfathomable potential as an excellent dancer. Your cheeks flushed a little as you threw your head back to laugh.
“What?” he had looked up to grin at you. “It’s helping.”
And you hadn’t noticed it yourself but his stupid advice really was helping. Your feet no longer seemed to be in a frenzy and you had started dancing with a lot more elegance than before. It was certainly progress.
It was strange then, how quickly the ambiance in the room changed. The sunlight that danced in the Fisher living room suddenly felt a lot more momentous, the calming waltz music a lot more romantic and suddenly Conrad’s hand on your waist was emitting too much heat. The slow swaying didn’t do much to diffuse the tension either and it didn’t take long for Conrad’s eyes to soften as they looked into yours.
“I wasn’t kidding, you know,” he had said then, almost whispering it, as if he wanted to make sure you were really hearing him. “You do look great. You always do.”
And this time, your eyes roamed his face – really roamed his face – to check if he was lying. And sure, he had rendered you speechless before, but this time felt different. This time, it didn’t just stop at a simple hand on your waist or a soft smile shared by the beach or a good morning text that contained one too many emojis.
This time, his eyes wandered down to your lips and it seemed like they were glued there for an eternity. Like no matter how hard Conrad tried, he could not get enough of them. Your breath hitched in your throat as his thumb gently grazed the back of the hand that he had clasped, eyes flickering back to yours for a second as if to ask permission to meet your lips before you heard footsteps in the hallway.
“Conrad! Mom’s asking for you!” Jeremiah called, and you quickly let go of his hand and stepped away, trying your best to play off everything that had just happened.
So no, Conrad doesn’t remember much from that lazy summer afternoon at all, except for every detail of you that he can possibly memorize, that he can play in his head over and over again.
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Conrad Fisher was many things — sailor extraordinaire, a destined D1 athlete, a gifted student — but he had never been a good communicator. This was a known fact, yet the gravity of his ineptness at communicating showed itself in more blatant ways as the years went on.
He had certainly grown up now and if anyone had noticed, it had been you. His hair was a little longer, his muscles more defined and he had long ditched his dorky baseball hats and glasses. He talked less now than he did at the age of fifteen and his eyes had assumed a sort of glassy cover, a shield to hide what he was really thinking or feeling at any given moment. You had noticed these changes – it was hard not to: you two had always been close.
But, much to your dismay, your attempts at getting Conrad to talk to you hadn’t worked. At all. He had grown colder with each attempt and frankly, you had had enough. After spending much of your day trying to convince Conrad to go to one of Nicole’s parties with Jeremiah, Belly, Steven and you, you had finally given up. If he wanted to distance himself from you, there was nothing you could do and that was a bitter truth you had to accept. You were tired of running after him only for him to change course so fast that you got lost in the process.
And so, here you stood by yourself in Nicole’s crowded living room as people jumped and swayed all around you, drink in hand. Jeremiah had walked off somewhere with some guy he had just met and Steven had left the party long ago with Shayla. Even Belly, who normally remained at your side, had found some company with Cam, some guy that she had met at the bonfire just a week prior.
You swirled the drink in your hand as you looked at Cam and Belly sitting together on a couch a few feet away. You smiled as Cam extended a hesitant hand to tuck Belly’s hair behind her ears and saw Belly blush. It was bittersweet then, how quickly your loneliness seemed to catch up with you.
You’d always had a thing for Conrad. You were convinced almost everyone knew at this point. Conrad knew for sure, yet he did nothing to show that he felt the same. His cruel treatment had reached a precipice this summer, and you found yourself exhaling through your nose heavily. You were so done with Conrad.
“Hey,” you felt a tap on your shoulder, “[Y/N], right?”
You turned around to an attractive blonde guy towering over you, shooting you a quick friendly smile. You hadn’t really talked to the guy before but you’d seen him around the country club. Standing in the dimly lit room, he didn’t look half bad.
“Yeah,” you smiled back at him, crossing your arms over your chest nervously. “Sorry, who are you?”
“Ben,” he said as he took a step closer. “Wanna dance?”
You looked around for a second, unsure of whether or not you should accept his offer. You were about to politely decline the blonde’s offer before you saw Conrad walk into the living room, beer bottle in hand and a blank expression on his face. His eyes caught yours as they surveyed the room and flickered quickly to the tall guy beside you. Conrad felt it then, in every part of his body: a strange, prickling sensation followed by waves of anger. With his jaw set, he was sure his eyes were about to turn green with jealousy any moment now.
“Yeah,” you turned to Ben beside you, taking your eyes off of the scowling Conrad that stood across the room. “I’d love to.”
It hadn’t originally been your intention to make Conrad jealous. Your acceptance of Ben’s offer was more for yourself. You needed to show yourself that you could move on, be wanted by people who aren’t distant or cold. People who aren’t jigsaw puzzles, those who don’t need to be cried over because you cannot, for the love of God, figure them out. You wanted something simple for once. You wanted someone who didn’t want you in secret, if at all.
It had only been a few minutes into the song before you found your eyes involuntarily wandering over to Conrad, leaning against a wall and taking a swig of his beer. His eyes had been burning holes in your head the entire time, and as you finally made eye contact with him, he did nothing to turn them away. He brought his bottle to his lips once again as his eyes remained on you, silently conveying his dismay.
“Are you and him a thing or something?” Ben asked as his eyes followed to where you were looking. He wore a friendly smile, one that would show that he wasn’t mad at the prospect, just curious.
You scoffed as you shook your head. “Absolutely not. Just friends.” It hurt a little to say it out loud, but you had to face the fact that it was the truth. No matter how much you wanted him to do more, to be more, he was just a friend. Nothing more. Nothing less.
“Good,” Ben had smiled as his hands found your waist and he took a step closer. His hands slipped a little lower as you two danced to whatever pop song was playing in the background and you breathed a laugh as he whispered corny jokes in your ear. He was so simple. It was refreshing.
“[Y/N]. We need to talk,” you heard Conrad say before you felt his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to turn away from Ben and look at him.
But he wasn’t looking at you anymore. Instead, his eyes were fixed on Ben. They carried a silent warning, a sort of menacing ferocity that could only be generated by someone like Conrad, but Ben didn’t do much to heed it.
“We’re dancing, man,” Ben had said affirmatively as he placed a firm hand on Conrad’s chest to push him away and you held your breath as your eyes flickered nervously between the two guys.
“Yeah, I can see that,” Conrad deadpanned. “But I need to talk to her.” He flicked Ben’s hand from his chest and took a step closer. “Got a problem with that?”
Before any punches could be thrown, you hastily took Conrad’s hand to lead him away to the kitchen. You did not want a repeat of the bonfire last week, that much you knew. Conrad’s new personality change had also warranted his sudden affinity for picking fights.
“What the hell was that?” you fumed as you dropped his hand and looked at his blank face with nothing but resentment. “Seriously, who the fuck do you think you are?”
“Who do I think I am?” he yelled back, setting his bottle down and running a hand through his hair. “Who do you think you are? Ben? Really?”
“Yeah, Ben,” you had said in disbelief. “What’s it to you? How is it any of your business? What is wrong with you? What are you even doing here?”
He scoffed as he shook his head, feigning amusement. “We both know what Ben’s like.”
“What’s he like? Please, enlighten me, Conrad. Because I’m obviously just some little girl who has no idea what she’s doing, right?” The anger you felt in this moment could not be described. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that Conrad could barge into your life as he pleased, and walk out whenever you demanded more. It wasn’t fair.
“Ben’s a player,” Conrad said impatiently. “Stop yelling like a baby, [Y/N].”
You could almost laugh at the incredulity of it all. “What does that make you, then?”
“What?”
“God,” you tilted your head back in disbelief, a bitter grimace on your face. “How are you this clueless? Why do you keep stringing me along like this? You act jealous when I dance with someone else and then turn around and barely give me the time of day. I’m so done. I’m so done with waiting for you.” You exclaimed, taking deep breaths. “I… I want all of you or none of you. Just— Pick one.” You struggled to get the sentence out.
The anger in Conrad’s eyes had never fled as quick as it did that night upon hearing your words. His eyes softened once more as he took a step closer. “You have all of me already.”
“No, I don’t,” you took a step back and swatted away his hand that tried to reach out to hold your face. “And that’s fine. Seriously. I’m over– I can get over it. But stop fucking sabotaging me! I’m allowed to dance with people. I’m allowed to dance with Ben! Stop driving away people who actually fucking want me.”
It took a moment for your words to register for Conrad and he winced at the heartbreaking honesty of them. He knew he’d been an asshole. Everyone around him had done well to remind him of that every waking moment. But it killed him to think about how wrong you were.
“I don’t want you to get over it,” he said, trying once more to take a step closer.
“Excuse me?” You’d never slapped anyone before but this felt like the perfect opportunity.
“Because I do want you,” he whispered as he placed a tentative hand on your face and he was pleased to see you didn’t swat it away this time. “I’ve always wanted you. And I think I always will. I don’t want you to get over me,” he said again as he leant in a fraction of an inch and you could smell the booze on him. It was intoxicating to be this close. You were sure you could get drunk off of this feeling alone. Your eyes searched his as he leant in closer, “Because I don’t think I could ever get over you.”
You gulped as you saw his eyes jump to your lips. Your noses were almost brushing now and you could feel the ghost of his lips on yours.
This was the moment you’d been waiting for since you two were kids. It was everything you thought you wanted.
But the smell of booze on him was intoxicating for all the wrong reasons.
It took everything in you to bring your hand to his chest and push him away. “You’re drunk, Conrad,” you pulled away, averting eye contact. “Go home.”
And as you turned around to walk back to the living room, he couldn’t do much more than watch you leave, breathing heavily through his nose. He looked around awkwardly before spotting the drinks and picked up a bottle or two as he walked out the door. He’d be needing those tonight.
Conrad was many things – a shitty communicator, misunderstood, a full-on trainwreck – but he was also completely, absolutely in love with you.
The only problem was, being a lovesick teenager without the ability to communicate was a bit of a tragic flaw.
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You cursed profanities under your breath as you nervously looked around for Ben in the crowd. The overwhelming amount of eyes on you at this moment certainly was not helping and the weight of your white dress bore down on you worse than it had all evening.
Being a debutante this season had not been your idea. At all.
And as you stood in the middle of the large banquet hall as your deb sisters paired up with their escorts, you couldn’t help but curse yourself for ever giving into Susannah’s request.
“Jer!” you called nervously as you walked over to him in the midst of all the couples getting ready for the final waltz of the evening. “Have you seen Ben?”
“Ben?” he questioned with furrowed brows as if he was trying to remember who that was.
“Yeah, uh, my escort?” you laughed nervously, continuing to look around, your hands folded over your stomach fiddling anxiously.
“Oh right!” he exclaimed, before furrowing his brows again. “Didn’t he leave with Gigi’s sister like twenty minutes ago?”
“He left?” you asked incredulously to no one in particular as Jer had been roped in by Gigi, preparing for the dance that you were sure you would no longer be participating in. Belly shot you an alarmed look from across the room, as she stood with Cam’s arms draped over her waist.
“Where’s Ben?” she mouthed silently and you had no answer to give. You looked around once again but it was hard to escape the humiliation of the whole situation. It felt like everyone was looking at you, like the whole room was silently remarking on how pathetic you looked standing there. You were just about to leave the dance floor when you caught Conrad’s eyes.
Conrad, who sat with Susannah and Laurel and looked jaw-droppingly gorgeous in his suit.
Conrad’s eyes didn’t hold the same silent pity as everyone else. Instead, they seemed like they were gleaming. It seemed like he was waiting silently. Waiting for your permission to stand up and walk onto the dance floor. And, he must have seen something in your eyes then – something you didn’t even know you were concealing – because he stood straight up right then and walked over to you with the gentlest of steps.
He wordlessly extended his hand to you and you took it quickly, keeping your eyes on his. And that’s when the music started.
It felt so easy to dance with him. It was like it took no effort at all. Your bodies found the rhythm quickly and you couldn’t help but remember the dance practices he used to subject you two to when you were fifteen.
“I’m getting deja vu right now,” you whispered to Conrad and your heart fluttered a little at how quickly a shit-eating grin appeared on his face.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” you laughed a little and Conrad couldn’t think of much else but that laugh and that sound and how much he wanted to hear it again.
“Looks like you’re, uh– feeling the music,” he grinned as he tried his best to keep his voice down. You groaned silently as you remembered his cliche advice.
“Oh, god,” you shook your head, looking around quickly to make sure no one had noticed you two talking in the middle of your waltz. You were sure the dance teacher would have a meltdown if she saw.
“Feeling the rhythm.”
“Do not say it, Conrad,” you snorted a quiet laugh as you continued to sway.
“Letting your body do the leading,” he said finally through a laugh of his own, adding a suggestive eyebrow raise at the end. You shook your head fondly. Same old Conrad.
“Do I look stupid tonight, Con?” you asked then, a smile still on your face. Conrad stopped laughing then and his smile softened as he regarded you just as he had a couple of years prior.
“No, you look beautiful, [Y/N],” he said simply, and he meant it. “As always.”
It was the truth. It had taken everything in Conrad to tear his eyes off of you when you had walked in with Ben. Ben, who was nowhere to be found right now.
“Thank you,” you said with a small smile. “And thanks for stepping in like that. I know dancing isn’t really your thing anymore.”
“Who said dancing isn’t my thing anymore?” he asked with mock offense. “Maybe I’m just very selective with my dance partners.”
You chuckled, playing along once more. “Right, of course.”
You swayed in silence for a little while before Conrad broke it again.
“I’m glad it was me,” he said quietly, but his tone carried the utmost sincerity. “I’ve kind of waited for this ever since that first dance rehearsal.” He breathed a quiet laugh and his eyes searched yours nervously, as if he was testing the waters. Testing how vulnerable he should be, given what transpired at that party. Though you had both gone on with life acting like that exchange hadn’t happened, Conrad couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“I’m glad it was you, too,” you said slowly, as if you were testing the waters yourself. “Looks like you were right about Ben.” You finished with a bitter smile. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, every last one of Conrad’s words from that night at the party still rang in your ears. He had called Ben a player that night alone and you’d carelessly ignored him.
“He’s an asshole,” Conrad shook his head. “I’m sorry he did this to you.”
You found yourself feeling a little guilty at his apology because truth be told, you weren’t sorry at all. No matter how much you tried to convince yourself that your first choice for a dance partner and escort tonight would’ve been Ben, you couldn’t shake the allure of the tall, brunette boy standing right in front of you.
“I almost asked you to be my escort instead of Ben, you know,” you blurted out, filling with instant regret. “But– I guess… I just wasn’t sure if you would’ve said yes.” You cringed a little when you saw Conrad’s eyebrows furrow, showing he was deep in thought. You turned your eyes away quickly, suddenly embarrassed at his close proximity and his striking eyes fixated on you.
“I wish you would have,” he concluded finally and your eyes immediately shot to his. “I would’ve said yes. I’ll always say yes to you, [Y/N].” He added as a soft afterthought. As a tender observation that he wasn’t sure if he should be sharing. He gave your waist a gentle squeeze as if to reaffirm his words and you knew that you were a goner.
This time, it was your eyes that flickered to his lips. You were suddenly hyper aware of your senses and his overpowering cologne made you weak in the knees.
That night, you cursed profanities under your breath a second time after the dance was over because if you two hadn’t been swaying at the momentous occasion that was your deb ball, in front of hundreds of people, you would’ve kissed him. Right then and there.
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“Steven’s going to kill you for eating the last of the blueberry ones,” you said with a giggle as you took a bite of your own muffin clutched in your hand, sitting in the passenger seat of Conrad’s car.
“Don’t worry about me,” he remarked playfully, with a small smile playing on his lips as he reached for the last blueberry muffin collected on your morning muffin run. “I’m going to blame it on you.”
You roll your eyes and hit him on the shoulder lightly as his grin grows bigger. His lips had turned a little blue from the blueberries in the muffin and you couldn’t help but turn away, feeling your heart grow heavy with how endearing everything about him was.
It had been a while since it had just been you and him, you and Conrad. Your eyes had still been groggy with sleep, your bedhead untamed when he had knocked on your door to ask if you wanted to go on a muffin run. Without thinking, you’d nodded at him with a smile and he’d told you to meet him outside in five.
And, driving with him, the windows down and the morning air crisp, you quickly found yourself lamenting how much you’d missed this.
You had been coming to Cousins for practically your whole life. That meant seeing Conrad was a given, a package deal. But the last few summers had been different, filled with strange tensions between you two that you could never seem to quell.
This, though, was different. Conrad, thankfully, wasn’t in one of his moods this morning and his playful jokes reminded you so much of the Conrad you used to know. It felt easy to talk to him, sitting there in his car and listening to music, parked by the seaside. It felt wholesome. It felt simple.
You were jolted out of your thoughts when you felt Conrad’s eyes on your face and you flushed as he smirked, as if you had just cracked the funniest joke he had ever heard.
“What?” you asked quickly.
“Nothing.”
“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked again, suddenly trying to check if you had something on your face.
Before you could pull your phone out to open the front camera, he took your face in his hands and turned it to face him. He gingerly brought his other hand to your lips to wipe some residue chocolate off, left behind from your muffin, explaining, “You’ve got a chocolate mustache.”
The action had been simple, yet it set your body aflame. His calloused thumb, from years of sailing and football, rubbed against your lips and you were sure then that your cheeks would burn his other hand placed on your face.
And just like that, he was no longer looking at his hands on your lips. He instead brought his eyes to look into yours and the intensity of this moment – the intimacy of it – proved too much to bear.
“You have blue on your lips, too,” you tried to joke, trying to diffuse the tension but the effort was meager at best.
“Do I?” he had whispered absent mindedly, as if he hadn’t really heard what you had said at all. And if he was being honest, he hadn’t. Everything about you in this moment was distracting for him and he couldn’t focus on what you were saying even if he wanted to. His eyes were glued to your face – to every part of it. It was like he was looking at it for the first time and he wanted to burn every detail into his memory. He ran his thumb on your lip again before finding his voice, “[Y/N]?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I…?” he’d begun to ask before trailing off and with everything he had in him, brought his eyes to yours. “Please.” He begged breathlessly, as if he were a starving man and you were his last meal.
That was all the convincing you needed. Your head was spinning as you quickly brought a hand to his jaw and pulled him in over the center console of the car. Your lips met in a desperate, passionate clash and you breathed in sharply through your nose as you kissed him with all you had. His lips were soft against yours and his hands had a mind of their own as they took you in – all of you. Your hands quickly wound up around his neck, pulling him closer as one hand tugged slightly at his hair. Your noses brushed as your lips parted slightly, and Conrad was quick to deepen the kiss.
It was like you could feel his heart beating alongside yours and the feeling was enough to show you stars. When you two finally pulled away, you were both reluctant to let go completely, sitting with your foreheads pressed, eyes closed, breath mingling together. Conrad had never been a religious guy, but in this moment, he couldn’t help but pray that he would get to do that again everyday for the rest of his life.
“Fucking finally,” he whispered as he opened his eyes to look at you with a content smile. You laughed as you nodded, at a loss for words. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ears before tucking a hand under your chin to pull you closer again.
“Your lips are still blue, you know,” you mumbled against his lips and felt him smile into you.
“Are they?” he smirked as he nipped at your bottom lip, before pulling away again to look at you. “Yours are too, now.” He replied smugly, leaning in again. It was your turn to smile into the kiss this time.
“Wait,” you said abruptly, pulling away. “Is this all a clever ploy to blame me for eating the last blueberry muffin?”
Conrad laughed at this and it was the first one of those loud, content laughs you had heard from him all summer. “Maybe. I guess you’ll never know,” his last words were muffled as he brought your lips to his smiling ones yet again.
And Steven did kill you that night… not because he thought you ate the last of the blueberry muffins, but because he saw you and Conrad making out on the living room couch. Much to his dismay, he was subjected to witnessing that quite frequently from thereon onwards.
And no amount of blueberry muffins could ever quiet the eardrum-crushing shriek he'd let out everytime he spotted it.
jealous smut with conrad (maybe you’re flirting with steven aka my side piece 😩) kinda also like enemies to lovers. thank you
Envious
Conrad Fisher
18+
Warnings: smuttt, vulgar words
The past few summers you spent your time down by cousins beach with Belly and her family. Ever since last year you and Conrad had some sort of connection, a new flame. Ever since then you guys talked all day and night up until about a month and a half ago. Out of nowhere he cut you off, stopped replying completely. It stung deep down, the most negative thoughts blew through your mind. Multiple girl sessions happened with you and Belly. You were reluctant to go this year, but you followed through and went down with them. When you first arrived Conrad was very hostile towards you, he avoided you at all costs. Jeremiah occasionally threw him a dirty look in your defense. It was never official that the two of you hated each other, hell you guys were talking two weeks ago and now you’re just a stranger to him.
A few days had passed and you and Conrad haven’t spoken, only shared a few glares. You laid on the bed, Belly next to you as she combed your hair. “What the fuck do i do?” You sighed leaning back into her. She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you against her chest. She laid down with you in her arms. “Jealousy, make him jealous.” She spoke up. “That stuff doesn’t work anymore, it’s 2022.” You giggled. She sat you up and you spun your body to face her. “Look I’ve known him for years! If there’s anything I know about him it’s he’s the jealous type.” She explains. Her eyebrows were raised, if you knew anything about Belly Conklin is that when she was telling the truth she raised her brows. “Seriously? Make him jealous with who?” You scoffed. “My brother, just don’t go too far with it.” She laughed. You thought to yourself before speaking up. Maybe it could make him jealous, Belly does know him best. You stuck your hand out firmly with a smile plastered on your face; “Deal.” She laughed and shook your hand; “Deal.”
“Are you guys coming tonight?” Jeremiah popped his head into the room. You looked over at Belly confused, why hadn’t she mentioned anything about tonight. “What’s tonight?” You stutter looking between the two. “The fire at the beach. Belly did you not tell her?” He bellowed with a chuckle. “No she didn’t, and now we’re going.” You widened your eyes. She sighed and leaned back into the bed with a little eye roll. “The only reason I didn’t say anything was because I didn’t think you’d want to y/n.” She softly spoke. “We’ll I definitely want to. Please can we go pleaseeee.” You begged. “Fine, let’s get ready.” She laughed and rolled out of bed. “Cool we’ll meet you there.” Jeremiah tapped the door frame and disappeared.
It blew your mind how Conrad and Jeremiah could be related, they were complete opposite. Jeremiah was the sweetest out going person and Conrad on the other hand was quiet and brooding all the time. Conrad’s never the first person to speak, it’s always Jeremiah. Deep down you hoped that tonight would go to plan with the “deal” that you and Belly made. The two of you slipped into some dresses yours was a tight pink dress with spaghetti straps. Your hair long and tucked nicely.  The two of you slipped out of the house after the boys you and belly walked hand in hand until you got down to the beach. A crowd of people sad around the fire people scattered all over chatting and drinking. Your eyes instantly caught Conrad talking to some girl by the fire.
“Of course he’s talking to someone.” You scoffed. Your body tensed up, you stood taller than before more confident now. “Trust me this will work.” She reassured you. “Cmon well find Jere and Steven.” She says and tugged on your hand. The two of you scourged the crowd looking for the two boys. someone bumped into you knocking you back and tumbling into someone. “What the fuck?” You shouted. “Relax watch it.” He scoffed and walked off. You turned around to face the person you bumped into “I’m so sor-.” You began to say. It was Conrad of all fucking people. He pressed his lips together and gave you a quick nod. You shook your head and you went back to searching. “Steven!” You giggled and ran up to him, he pulled you into his arms tightly. “Hey y/n!” He smiled and spun you around. “Steven!” You giggled as you were starting to lose a grip on him. He set you down and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You looked over at Belly and the two of you started laughing. From across the fire Conrad was staring at you, burning a hole in your head. As soon as you caught his glare he turned away.
“So Steven-“ you began, you traced your fingers over his arm. The hairs on his arms stuck up, his body stiffened. “What are your plans this summer?” You finished. “Planning to spend it with you guys.” He smiled. “Yea?” You chuckled. You glanced from Steven over to where Conrad was staring, of course you caught him again. You wanted to step it up, you pulled Stevens arm from your body and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He placed his hands on your hips and you started dancing. Both of you were laughing, he twirled you around.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Conrad stood tall over you, glaring down with spite. “Uh dancing?” You scoffed. Conrad grabbed your hand and pulled you away from Steven. “What the fuck?!” You shouted trying to pull back from him. He never let lose of his grip, he grabbed you to some isolated place under some trees. He pressed you back against a boulder, his hand over your head caging you in. “Seriously? What’s wrong with you?” You spit out. “You, you’re what’s wrong with me.” He leaned in closer. You could feel his breath against your cheek. “Cut the shit Conrad, what’s going on with you.” You sighed. “If you were trying to make me jealous it fucking worked. I don’t want you all over him.” He cocked his head. “Then dont act like I don’t exist.” You smiled sarcastically. He loud out a long huff, a groan from deep in his body. Your eyes latched onto his, his tongue traced over his soft plump lips. “I cant do this. I cant pretend anymore.” He mumbled, your snuck your hand behind his head and pulled his lips to yours.
“I cant pretend either.” You giggled and went back to kissing him. His hands roamed your body, gripping you in every place possible. His hands moved down to your ass and pulled you in tightly, “Conrad.” You moaned into his mouth. He gracefully took in your moans, one of his hands slipped into your shorts. He unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them off your body. The brisk air brushed against you making you shudder. His thumbs traced your thong outline and dipped his hand in. His fingers traced over your soaked folds, your breath hitched when he started circling over your swollen bud. “Oh my god.” You mumbled clenching your legs together. “Open your legs, I’ll make you feel real good.” He smirked. Slowly you opened your legs and relaxed your back against the boulder, he stood between your legs. “My god you’re so wet.” He growled and plunged two fingers into you. “Conrad please.” You jerked your head. “What baby? What do you want me to do?” He whispered into your ear. “Fuck me.” You say in between two breaths. He pulled his hand out from your folds, his shorts plunged to the ground.
“Turn around for me baby.” He looked over your trembling body. Complying you turned your body around against the boulder, he pushed his cock against your ass. Grunts and mumbled took over his conscience, his hands pressing crescents into your hips. He aligned himself with your core and pulled your ass against him. His cock stretched you out, he filled you up. “Fuck!” You whined as your face twisted. His mouth fell open, his jaw slack as he pounded into you. Your nails scraped against the boulder, you were losing grip. “Fuck you’re so tight, no one else fuck you like this?” He mumbled, he pulled you back against his chest wrapping his hands around your breasts. “Mm.” You shook your head. He clenched his jaw tightly, your head tipped back and your eyes met his eyes. “I said, does anyone else fuck you? Huh?” He growled. “No Conrad no one does.” You stutter.
“That’s what I thought baby girl.” His eyes rolled back. He pounded into you merciful, you bit back your moans. Small grunts left your mouth. “Lemme hear those pretty noises, go on.” He urged. Now you couldn’t help it, no matter how hard you tried to bite back the moans they escaped. “Fuck Conrad!” You screamed, it was loud enough that the surrounding house could’ve heard. You didn’t care, he didn’t care. It fueled him knowing he was the one making you whimper and whine. “Touch yourself for me pretty girl.” He cooed. You reached your hand down to your cunt slowly making circles into your bud. “Oh my god.” You moaned, your chest caved in. You rubbed yourself to the speed he was pounding you at, you felt your orgasm approach. You bit your lip and clenched your walls around him trying to sustain yourself. “Cum pretty girl, cum for me.” He whispered. You rubbed yourself until you were to sensitive, a scream ripped through your body as you came. You fell slack against his body as he finished himself.
“My god, you better never fucking ignore me again.” You chuckled as you pulled your shorts back up. “That won’t happen again y/n, and I’m sorry about that.” He says. His hair fell into his face perfectly, something was different about him now. “Why did you do that?” You ask stepping closer to him. He looked around and sighed, he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you in closer. “I caught feelings for you. I didn’t know how to express it. I had no idea how you would have felt.” He explained. “And I didn’t wanna ruin what we had but it looks like I already did that.” “I wish you told me.” You sighed. “I wish I did too, and those feelings still haven’t changed.” He chuckled. “For the record you didn’t ruin anything, and I uh I have feelings for you too.” You blushed. His face light up brightly, it was completely out of character for how he was with you. He pulled you into a hug and peppered your head with kisses. “Shall we go back?” You pulled back. “We shall.” He laughed. The two of you walked back hands interlaced. Belly gave you a smile, and Jeremiah gave you a smirk.
Warnings: Smut (this is my first ever time writing smut so pls bare with also pls leave a comment or anything so Ik If this is any good if really appreciated it) MDI
Summery: y/n and Conrad have a running joke of her giving him well done stickers after they hooked up but for the first time ever she gives him a frownie face stickers
Conrad hand wrapped around y/n’s neck while her jaw was slacked open the room was filled with nothing but the sound of skin slapping against each other along with both of their moans “gonna…fuck.” She moans hardly able to get her words out
“gonna cum pretty girl?” He said lifting her leg to his shoulder to get a better position. She nodded unable to form any coherent words “oh come on Doll, use your words.” He said never straying away from the relentless pace
“please.” She just about manage to say as his hand left her neck moving to rub circles on her clit with his fingers.
“Cum for me pretty girl.”
before she could warn him, the knot in her stomach unravels, she’s cumming with a strangled moan. before long Conrad rapid movements turn into ragged strokes as he spills inside her, throbbing as he does. She came down from her orgasm and stared up at him through half lidded eyes as he pulled out “such a good girl.” He mumbled as they both laid out of breath for a few minutes.
Conrad grabbed his shirt and underwear making his way into the bathroom before returning with a wet rag to clean her up after she pulled shirt and shorts y/n reached into the draw next to her before turning back to Conrad “What?” He asked looking at the smile on her face
“close your eyes.” She said and he raised his eyebrows but doing as she said anyway he felt her pat his shirt
“okay you can open them now.” She said giggling as he looked down at the small sticker of penguin holding a cake saying “good job.”
“You’re so stupid.” He said laughing along with y/n before taking the sticker off and putting it on the back of his phone
“what can I say… you did a good job.” Y/n said though laughs
“oh yeah a good job?” He asked leaning over her slightly
“I might even go as far as to say a great job.” She laughed as he leaned down kissing her softly “definitely a great job.” Y/n said as he pulled away
“where did you even get them from?” He asked wrapping his arms around her waist
“I got them for kids at summer camp but I completely forgot to take them in so they’ve been collecting dust in the drawer found them earlier when I was looking for my headphone.” She told him Making him laugh once again
“so I’m getting the same reward as your students now huh?” He teased as she nodded
And from then on Conrads sticker collection on the back of his phone only grew more until he thought it was be a wonderful idea to piss y/n off so while he was sat around the pool with Jeremiah and Steven while Belly and Taylor swam y/n stomped her way over to him
“you still mad at me?” He asked and y/n just nodded before leaning down sticking an frownie face sticker on his shirt and stomping back into the house “HEY… take that back!” He yelled after her but she just carried on walking
“What the hells that sticker about?” Steven asked as Jeremiah laughed knowing exactly what had happened due to y/n’s drunken confession the night before the others arrived
“y/n and Conrad have this thing that started out as a joke Everytime they hooked up y/n would give him at sticker saying good job or some bull shit hence the stickers on the back of his phone. And what I’m guessing is either they had shitty sex last night or he’s pissed her off, Am I right Connie?”
“Shush it jere.”
Conrad quickly rushed into the house while the others giggled and Taylor spouted how adorable it was. He found her in this room wearing just his shirt over his favourite bikini of hers it as black with little pink hearts on it “I’m going for a swim.” She said brushing past him but he caught her arm just in time
“Sit.”
Just that one syllable had her like putty in his hands “now you gonna quit pouting?” He asked sternly as she sat on the edge of his bed while he towered over her but y/n was a brat so of course he wasn’t going to get his way. She shook her head looking up at him through her eyelashes
“I’m gonna ask you one more time Doll and I suggest you think about your answer a little more… are you gonna quit pouting?” His hand came to her chin titling her head up to force her to look at him
“No!”
Conrad sighed turning on his heels and closing the door being sure to lock it before walking back over to her “why do you have to make things so difficult?” He asked him a soft humm at the end of his sentence. Y/n had nothing to say she was just trying to push his buttons as he had done hers earlier “what’s wrong doll you’re always so mouthy why not this time?”
She rolled her eyes “because you’re an ass!” She said standing up and cocked his head to the side
“Oh is that so?” Y/n just nodded making her way to the door but Conrad caught her arm pulling her back and smashing his lips into hers. The kiss was desperate. He kissed her like it would be his last. Like it was the only thing keeping him going. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her hands tangled into his hair while his hands were on her waist pulling her impossibly close. She’d hardly noticed that he’d backed her onto the bed behind them.
“You gonna stop being such a brat?” He mumbled into the kiss but she’s couldn’t say a world. She didn’t need to. He already knew his answer.
Conrad’s hands sliding under her shirt she shivered from the coldness suddenly on her skin “can I?” He asked y/n nodded letting him take her shirt off. It made her smile the way he was still so polite. Even after all this time. He still asked like it was the first time. Like he didn’t know she’d let him do whatever he wanted to her.
Conrad re-connected there lips his hands reached down to untie her bikini bottomed as his lips trailed down to her neck she let out a soft wine as he found her sweet spot. “Up.” He mumbled into her neck telling her lift her ass up so he could pull them down and discarding them somewhere in her room before moving to her shirt as he continued sucking marks on her neck.
Y/n grabbed the bottom of his shirt attempting to pull it off only to let out a whine when she couldn’t get it off “take it off.”
Conrad moved away from her neck “say please.” He teased
“please… it’s not fair I’m underneath you in nothing you’re still fully clothed.” She said he laughed before pushing himself up off her before getting rid of any clothes left on him.
“Better?” She nodded before he moved back in between her legs. He left a trail of open mouthed kisses down her chest to right were she needed him the most before pressing a kissed against
“Connie.” She purred his name as he blew hot air over her swollen clit before diving in. his tongue traced her folds before he lapped at her clit. Y/n back arched off the bed, electricity bolting through her nerves. Her hands flew to tug at his hair as he lapped at her clit feverishly so Desperate to taste her. He caught her off guard slipping a digit into her, groaned into her when your legs locked around his head, securing him in place. Not that he needed it. He’d stay here forever if she’d let him.
“Please Connie.” She moaned his fingers pumped in and out of her while his tongue made work on her clit. her thighs tremble and eyes roll back into her head. One hand grip the sheets her knuckles white, while the other tugged at his locks. The pressure in her abdomen built but so does something else, something deeper at the same time. Conrad took note pulling away “you taste just Devine doll but I’m not sure you deserve to cum today.” He said as she whimpered at the loss of contact.
She watched as he stripped himself of his underwear “Darling you’re so pretty it hurts.” He said leaning down it kiss her again “are you sure you wanna?” He asked y/n nodded if she wasn’t so worked up she’d of told him how cute it was that he was still taking care of her “need words Doll.” She groaned growing impatient
“yes I’m sure.” Conrad leaned down to kiss her once more before he lined himself up with her entrance before he sank into her both of them gasping at the feeling.
“fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned. She was appreciative of his slow thrusts her constant wines were evident of that. Conrad brought his hand to her mouth shoving two of his fingers into her mouth
“As much as I love hearing my name from that pretty little mouth or yours you gotta keep quite or everyone is gonna hear.” He said stifling a moan himself she nodded her legs wrapping around his waist pulling him closer as his hips rocked back and forth “Fuck y/n.” He groaned in her ear as she clenched around him. His free hand moving from her mouth and wrapping around her throat squeezing slightly as his hips moved faster
“Fuck Connie… I’m close.” She managed biting her lips to stop herself from screaming out “You're close, huh Doll? You gonna cum all over my cock like the good girl you are?" Each one of his words brings her closer and closer to the edge, and all it takes is his thumb massaging against her clit to push her over. Everything goes tight. She cry out a high-pitched moan, whispering Conrad’s name over and over because it's the only word She can manage to say. She clench hard around his cock, but his pace never slows which makes the pleasure almost painful. Her thighs are trembling where they're wrapped around his torso and her hands curl into the sheets.
“God you look so pretty like that.” His thrusts start to grow uneven and His breaths become sharp as he snaps his hips against hers until finally he releases a strained moan from low in his throat and stills inside her, spilling his cum into her. His head drops to the crook of her neck momentarily pressing light kisses over the marks he’d previously left. He pulled out of her rolling onto his back next to her.
about. conrad gets jealous upon hearing rumors that you and jeremiah are hooking up.
warnings. foul language, underage drinking, writing is complete ass
ricky rocks. it’s kind of hard for me to pin point conrad’s personality, so this may be far off.
“oh fuck.”
“what?”
“conrad.”
con since when are you fucking my brother
you stare at your phone with a sinking feeling beginning to take over your stomach. you swallowed harshly, clasping your forehead as the cold sweat already began to take over and your mind begun bouncing all over the walls.
you couldn’t even think of a text in reply before another message popped up on your screen.
con where are u??
“god, fuck me,” you shook your head.
“you good?”
“yeah, i’m fine,” you brushed your friend off as you now maneuvered your body away from her and the crowd, thinking frantically of what to say.
y/n what do you mean?
great response. he’s really going to like that one.
con stop fucking around y/n
your phone lights up with his caller id just barely before you read his text and the stomach feeling only got worse, “hello?”
conrad clenched his jaw, finding it hard not to roll his eyes at the innocent sound of your voice, acting naïve to his insinuations, “you’re at that party, aren’t you?”
“that’s what i told you.”
“is my brother there?”
“conrad, what do you think? he was my ride.”
“i want to see you.”
you shook your head, “you didn’t want to see me earlier today.”
“yeah, well, i changed my mind. i want to see you.”
“yeah, whatever. come and find me if you really want to see me, bud,” you rolled your eyes hanging up the phone. if he really wanted to see you, it wouldn’t be too hard to find you, but you doubt he’d put in anymore effort than that phone call.
he usually never did.
but you underestimated conrad, you really did because you didn’t think he would care enough to actually show up. no, because he wasn’t like that.
but you guessed wrong, because there he was standing right across from you holding a beer. he had his eyebrows raised as if questioning you what are you doing?
“looks like your night and shining armor is here,” your friend whispered in your ear before giving you a sympathetic smile, wishing you good luck.
right as she walked away, he replaced her, “where’s jere?”
“i don’t know,” you shrugged, “probably off playing pong.”
“surprised you’re not with him.”
“why?” you frowned, completely disregarding why conrad was here in the first place.
he quirked a brow, his head tipping as a cocky expression came across his face, “i mean seeming you two are fucking, i’d assume you two would be attached to the hip.”
“since when do you care,” you narrowed your brows at his hostile insinuation, “it’s not even like that anyways, connie.”
“and if it was?” he says, “i mean, if you were fucking him, what does that mean.. about us?”
“you know what, conrad? i can’t even talk to you right now,” you roll your eyes, tipping on the back of your heal, now going to walk away. “you’re ruining my mood.”
“jesus, y/n,” he rolls his eyes, putting his beer down before grasping your bicep, pulling you his way before you could get too far. “i didn’t drive all the way out here just for you to walk off.”
“i didn’t ask you to drive all the way out here,” you retaliated, trying your best to restrain against his grip that was pulling you to what you didn’t know.
“i distinctly remember you asking me to come and find you, so here i am y/n,” he finally pulls you into a bathroom before locking the door. his arms now slightly raising in expression, “found you.”
you couldn’t argue with him, because you did say that and deep down, you meant it too. part of you honestly didn’t think conrad would come down, because lately he never really cared enough to put effort into showing his attentiveness. i mean what reason did he have to do so? you guys weren’t even dating.
“so,” he leaned against the sink counter, crossing his arms with a serious look on his face that hadn’t faltered since you first saw him. “please, enlighten me, sweetheart; why are you so interested in my brother?”
you scoffed, taking a seat on the toilet before rubbing your eyes, preparing yourself for the argument that you knew was coming, “connie, enlighten me, because where did you hear that from?”
“steven.”
“steven,” you blink, slowly say his name, hoping to annunciate and have conrad actually think about it. “steven told you.”
“yes.”
“you know how dumb that sounds? it’s steven.”
you can tell by the way he shifts on his feet and repositions himself against the counter that he does really think about it now and it does sound slightly ridiculous. you both knew steven wasn’t always the most honest and he was a sucker for causing trouble.
“why would it matter anyway, connie,” you arch a brow, “i’ve barely seen you all summer and when i do, you barely talk to me.”
“it’s kinda hard to talk to you when you are actually always around my brother when i do see you. so, forgive me, y/n, for believing steven,” he gives you a pointed look.
“you know what, whatever,” you stand, “if you’re not going to give me a straight answer, i’m leaving.”
“sit down,” he’s reflexive and pushes you back to sit down on the toilet, the look on his face hardens, “we’re not done talking.”
“then answer my question, conrad. why do you care?”
he thinks. he thinks and you can tell whatever he has to say, he restrain himself from saying. you couldn’t even guess what it would be, but likewise, he was always like this. always so puzzling, hidden from questioning eyes, quiet, and not begging, wishing, or asking for any attention. and yet he still got it.
“i don’t stop thinking about you, y/n,” he stares at his feet, thinking hard about how he can lay this out for you without damaging his self-esteem too much. “even if i don’t see you, even if you don’t talk to me, i still think about you.”
you and conrad had known each other for a long time, but never had you two ever been any closer than just being acquaintances. until last summer when you both hooked up.
you immediately found it a mistake because conrad was a hard person to communicate with in general, but to then have a sort of attachment to one another—gets difficult, hurts feelings, and causes situations like the one you are in right now.
“conrad,” you exhale, “who am i to you?”
oh, he hates that question.
“what do you mean?”
“you think about me, why don’t you show me? who am i?”
your questions stump him—no, they don’t, he just doesn’t want to think too hard and answer, “i need a beer.”
“con,” you groan as you watch him unlock the bathroom door and step back into the party. “this is why i don’t like talking to you.”
“i like you, y/n. i think about you. i don’t understand why you need more than that,” he pauses a moment, looking back at you, “just let me… fucking drink.”
“jesus,” you press your hand against your forehead in stress. “maybe i should fuck your brother.”
he turns right back around on his heal, “that’s not even funny.”
“yeah, whatever.”
“yeah, whatever,” he mocks you, his hand snaking around your wrist, “i don’t even want a drink anymore, we’re leaving.”
“lead the way, sunshine.”
**
“can’t believe you even like my brother,” jeremiah stared at you, almost looking disgusted as he poured a bowl of fruits into the blender. “he’s a douche, y/n.”
“yeah, but he’s pretty.”
“he’s brooding,” he gave you a pointed look, correcting you, “you deserve better than someone who sleeps in till 2 and smokes like there’s no tomorrow. you should have someone who actually gets up in the morning and is productive.”
“what, so someone like you?” you say sarcastically.
“sure,” jeremiah tries hard not to perk up at the suggestion. “i mean, that’d be a start and far better.”
“i’m sure connie wouldn’t appreciate you trashing him like this,” you rested your chin in the palm of your hand, giving him a pointed look that was still light hearted.
“yeah, i don’t,” conrad rounds into the kitchen, catching both of you by surprise. he looks at jeremiah out of the corner of his eye, looking annoyed. it makes you hold back a laugh as the younger boys cheeks go slightly red and gives you a look of ‘yeesh’. you shake your head in reply.
“surprised you’re up.”
“yeah, i figured,” connie’s standing by you now, his arm snaked around your waist as you both stare at jeremiah now—not helping his case of embarrassment.
“let’s go talk,” you lean away from the counter, now pulling at conrad’s arm to lead him outside and away from his heinous stare that he was keeping on jere. “c’mon sunshine.”
he slowly pulls away from the situation before finally allowing you to pull him out to the back patio.
“i think he likes you.”
“don’t start.”
“what?” his voice is sunken in innocences as he looks at you, making you roll your eyes.
“i’m not trying to relive last night.”
“why not?” he grins, leaning down to press his lips against yours. “i think we had fun.”
“i’m talking about the part before we got home.”
you can’t tell if he winces as you say this, but his face goes immediately blank as he leans back up to his full height, “yeah.”
“yeah,” your lips press into a thin line as you speak his words back to him. “now that i’m not slightly drunk, can we rewind?”
“rewind?” he narrows his brows before taking a seat in one of the chairs sat by the pool. he slightly pulls on your arm, sitting you on his lap.
“i think about you a lot, too,” you mumble, your fingers beginning to loop with his as you stare at them nervously, “and i want you, connie, but i don’t want to press you into a relationship just because...”
conrad finds himself shaking his head as your voice fades out of speaking. he doesn’t know how to feel about where this conversation is going.
“y/n, look at me,” his finger unlaces from yours, now tapping your chin to look at him. “i like you, i want you, but i don’t want to rush it because… i think last night is a fair example as to why.. i shouldn’t be in a relationship.”
conrad was impulsive and sometimes only ran on anger and vexation. he was possessive and sometimes got in over his head when he thought about you and other boys. he was like this with any girl he really cared about.
“you don’t want to date me, sweetheart,” his fingers tap against your thigh, still holding you close. “you know that, but that doesn’t mean i don’t want you.”
“right,” your teeth bite at your bottom lip as you think at his words. he was right, but you didn’t like it. “but what does that mean?”
“it means i owe you for putting up with me waking up past 2 everyday.”
So, there's apparently research coming out now about microplastics being found in people's bloodstreams and the possible negative effects of that and I feel the need to get out ahead of the wave of corporate sponsored "be sure to recycle your bottles!" or "ban glitter!" campaigns and remind everyone:
It's fishing nets. It's fishing nets. It is overwhelming fishing nets It always has been fishing nets. Unless regulations are changed, it will continue to be fishing nets.
The plastic in the ocean in largely discarded nets from industrial fishing. The microplastics are the result of these nets breaking down. The "trash islands" are also, you guessed it. Mostly fishing nets and other discarded fishing industry equipment.
Do not allow them to continue to twist the story. Do not come after disabled people who require single use plastics. Do not come after people using glitter in art projects and makeup. These things make up a negligible amount of the issue compared to corporate waste, specifically in the fishing industry. Do not let them shift the blame to the individual so they can continue to destroy the planet and our bodies without regulation.
Industries are incredibly resistant to taking responsibility for their own waste, to the point where “consumers are responsible for industrial waste” is somehow considered a sensible, ethical, worthy sentence.
It is actually perfectly reasonable to say that “industries are responsible for industrial waste” and “the effects of industry can, should and must be fixed by industry” and “Industry can, should and must be held responsible for its impacts on the commons, such as air, water, oceans and land.”
REQUEST: "Heyy ! Can you write an imagine ( JJ x reader ) he dated her for a bet with JB and all the pogues knew about it, but time goes on and JJ falls in love with her and the pogues really like her so they decide to forget about the bet and to never tell her about it ( cuz she’ll never forgive them) and after a few months, the reader finds out ( you can choose how) is heartbroken and the pogues try to explain but the reader won’t listen and she leaves but she gets into a car crash and she doesn’t make it ( like coma/just dead/brain dead you decide) and the pogues are really sad ab it. I like sad endings for some reasons idk" ( @dearelliewrites )
A/N: i am so so sorry for being inactive the last few months.
SUMMARY: john b dares jj to date you. when they start to actually like you, they promise each other to never tell you. who would've thought there would've been a witness to this bet.
WARNING: mentions of drinking, swearing, partying, mentions of smoking
Y/N y/l/n. a petite girl that everyone on both sides of the island knew. she was a kook, as usual. but she wasn't like all the other kooks. she was actually nice.
she didn't have one bad bone in her small 5'4 body. however, the pogues thought it was all an act. the bubbly personality, the perfectly curled hair that bounced on her shoulders, the bright white teeth that blinded everyone when she lit the room up with her smile, the flower like aroma that lingered in the air when she was around.
it all was fake. it had to be. no one here was a kook and was just like y/n. so there was only one thing to conclude.
it was all fake.
THE pogues sat on the beach, catching their breaths after a long time of surfing in the boiling hot sun. jj ran a hand through his damp hair, squinting his eyes as the light blinded him.
"look who it is. miss y/n y/l/n." he scoffed, moving his toothpick around his mouth with his tongue. kie rolled her eyes while pope stared off in the distance. john b sat down beside jj, beer in hand and his soaked bandana being used as a headband.
"what'd i miss?" john b asked, sipping his luke warm beer before kicking his sandals off in front of him. jj nodded his head towards the girl a few feet away from them. the group watched as she chatted with an elderly couple, her flowery scent blowing over to them through the breeze.
"dude, she has to be one of the biggest bitches in private, i swear." john b muttered as the group looked away from her, their eyes staring at the water in front of them.
"she has everybody fooled. bet you $5 she is worse than sarah cameron." jj stated as he glanced back at the girl.
john b smirked, resting his arms on his knees before nudging jj's side, "wanna find out? i dare you to date her and expose the real her." jj scoffed, sitting up and facing john b.
"what's in it for me?"
"$50 and you can use the chateu whenever you have some touron attached to your hip at the keggers."
"deal." the two shook hands as kie and pope chuckled at the idiots beside them. there was no way y/n y/l/n would date jj maybank.
IT was a friday night and the pogues were preparing for the kegger they would be throwing in about 5 hours. jj hadn't shown up yet but the pogues weren't necessarily worried. it was a party. he'd show.
it had been about a week since john b dared jj to try and date y/n. the group hadn't really spoken on it since. until jj showed up 30 minutes later, a big grin on his face.
"you guys will never believe what just happened!" he exclaimed, jogging over to the group with his phone in his hand.
"guess who got y/n y/l/n's snap. me. i did." the three turned to the blonde, eyes squinted and eyebrows furrowed.
"there's no way." pope chuckled, laughing his ass off with kie while jj rambled on to them about how he got it and how he invited her to the kegger tonight.
john b sighed and rested his forehead against the palm of his hand "jj, why the fuck would you invite her to the kegger?"
"because. we have a dare to complete, jb." jj smirked, throwing his arm around john b's shoulder and grinning at the group, "cmon. i have $50 and an entire chateau to win."
FAST forward to now. 5 months later. that night, y/n showed up to the kegger and enchanted jj maybank and the rest of the pogues in her flowery aroma and sweet tooth smile.
it was something about her that made the pogues love her. her energy was crazy. she encouraged the pogues to do their usual stupid things, unlike sarah cameron, john b's now girlfriend, who was worried they would get hurt.
she would spend hours on hours with the group and bring snacks that she would pay for with her own money. she would invite the group over to her house, where they met her parents, one of the sweetest couple out there on the island.
she cared for them like they were her own family. and that's what made jj fall in love with her.
they was she put them over herself every single day. she cared for them like no one else ever had.
y/n y/l/n wasn't faking it. she never was.
and that's what made the pogues decide they would never speak of the dare. it was forbidden. they couldn't lose her over their stupid decisions from the past.
THE group sit outside around the fire, drinking their beers and laughing as the music blares from the speaker on the table. while you are inside using the restroom when you receive a text from rafe cameron.
rafe: u might wanna ask ur little friends and ur bf why they made a bet on you awhile ago.
y/n: what are you talking about
rafe: kelce heard ur little pogue friends make a bet with jj that he could date you and expose you.
you bite back my tears as you stomp outside, throwing your phone at jj causing the group to look at you in shock.
"y/n- what's going on-"
"read the fucking texts, jj." you spit, tears pooling down your cheeks. he grabs your phone, scanning the texts before looking up at you with wide eyes.
"sunshine, i can expl-"
"please tell me he's fucking lying. please tell me i am not a fucking bet. tell me."
jj goes silent as the group watches you, sarah sitting beside john b with a confused expression on her face.
"did you know about this?" you ask sarah as you turns to her, grasping your phone out of jj's hand and showing her the texts. sarah shakes her head no, angrily looking at john b.
"is she a fucking bet too, john b? are us kooks just a fucking game to all of you?"
kie chews on her lip as she fiddles with her fingers, "y/n, please let us explain."
"after everything i have done for all of you. after the shit i've received for caring for you guys. i have been through fucking hell at school and around my neighborhood because i am one of you guys. my parents get side eyed in the fucking grocery store. and this entire time i've been a fucking bet?!" you sob out, grabbing your phone from sarah's hand and shoving it in your back pocket, "fuck all of you."
you spin on your heel and walks to your car, hearing them yell after you.
"sunshine. sunshine please. let me explain."
you ignore jj as you unlock your car doors and aggressively wipe the tears off of your face.
"y/n, please. i love you"
"no you don't," you sob, "you don't do that shit to someone that you love. i would've never fucking done this to you. to any of you."
jj stares at you in shock, tears sliding down his cheek, "y/n."
"save it, jj. i don't want to hear it anymore." you mutter before climbing in your car and starting it, ignoring his gaze as you speed off.
YOU drive home as the rain beats against your windshield, mocking you. how stupid of you to think they were good people. it was fake. all of it was fake.
they never loved you. he never loved you. it was all for a bet.
you let out an ugly sob as the wind picks up and the rain puddles into the potholes on the ground, causing your car to hydroplane. in one swift motion you swerve off the road and into the other lane, coming head on with a semi that barrels towards you.
you let out an ear piercing scream as everything goes black.
JJ groans loudly as his phone buzzes for the 30th time beside his head. he picks it up, muttering a sleepy hello into the microphone before y/n's mother's voice echoes through. "jj?" she sobs, "jj? are you awake? i need you and the rest of you to come to the hospital. there's been an accident."
JOHN B speeds to the hospital, as kie and pope try to calm jj down in the back seat.
"jj, she's going to be okay." kie states repeatedly as jj grips his hands in his hair.
"if i stopped her from leaving she wouldn't be hurt right now." no one says anything as they're full of guilt from the night before.
"why did you guys do it?" sarah asks from the passenger seat, "why did you get have to bet on her? she thinks you guys don't love her. that all of it was fake. why would you do that to her? especially a girl like her."
"i never meant to hurt her. it's the last thing i wanted to do. i love her. even if she thinks i don't." jj mumbles quickly as tears brim his eyes. he rests his forehead on his knees, closing his eyes and waiting til they arrive at the hospital.
"JJ!" y/n's mother chokes out, noticing the group arrive into the waiting room. jj rushes over to the older women and hugs her, listening to the woman break beneath him.
"mrs. y/l/n, what happened? is she okay??" he asks as y/n's father slowly hugs each of the pogues one by one. mrs. y/l/n lets out a racked sob, gripping onto jj's torso.
mr. y/l/n gently rests his hands on jjs shoulder, biting back a sob, "she isn't going to make it, son. she's slowly going." jj's life flashes before his eyes as tears flood his cheeks. his throat burns and his face goes hot. the room spins around him.
"what?" he whispers out, his grip on mrs.y/l/n loosening.
"she hydroplaned during the storm last night and swerved into the other lane and hit head on with a semi. she's practically brain dead and her vitals are declining. there's no saving her." mr. y/l/n sobs, patting jj's shoulder.
"no." he whispers, "no. no, no, no, no. she can't. they have to do something. she can't go just like that. i fucking love her. she can't leave me here like that. not after last night. she thinks i hate her. she needs to know i love her. mr. y/l/n, please. tell them to do something." jj lets out in sobs, the pogues watching jj from a foot away as they all cry to themselves.
"please. please. she can't leave me. i love her. she can't go thinking i don't love her."
hello. my mom was recently checked and the results showed that she has multiple breast lumps (report below). we are now on the process of confinement for her surgery and are struggling to gather funds due to the pandemic and typhoon happening recently.
help me save my mom and keep her healthy. your kindness and prayers will be appreciated. if u can signal boost pls :') any amount of help will also do for the hospital bills.
In 1963, while doing renovations on his home, a man broke through an exterior bedroom wall in his home and discovered a tunnel entrance. What he found behind that wall stunned historians, archeologists and the world. The lost ancient underground city of Derinkuyu had been discovered.
A multilevel series of rooms, carved from the soft volcanic rock in the Cappadocia region of Turkey, Derinkuyu extends to a depth of over 200ft. Believed to have been constructed by the Phrygians, an
Indo-European people originally from the Balkan region, it dates back to the 8th Century BCE. Capable of holding up to 20,000 people, Derinkuyu had rooms for food stores, livestock, schools, kitchens, living and sleeping quarters and sanitary facilities. Small tunnels carved up to the surface allowed ventilation throughout the city. Entrance tunnels were carefully hidden in the hills surrounding Derinkuyu and connected to the city. One of these tunnels were discovered in 1963 when workers removed the bedroom wall.
It is believed the city was originally carved as an escape from marauding Arab armies in 9th Century BCE and continued over the next several hundred years. The city was used often as a refuge during the Byzantine Era of the 5th through the 10 Century CE.
warnings: s2 ep 10 spoilers, gunshot wounds, cursing, blood
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summary: after jj wakes up in a lifeboat in the middle of the ocean, it's clear to the pogues that one person isn't on board with them: you.
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When your brother was freed from prison, you thought everything was done and over with. Life was supposed to go back to normal, or somewhat normal. You were supposed to surf with your friends, skip school, work a low-paying job, and just have fun until you all figured it out. It wasn’t supposed to turn into a mad dash for a golden cross, or for Sarah to be taken straight from your group by her step-mom. Most importantly, Ward Cameron was supposed to be dead.
Your friends were in charge of various tasks across the boat, but everything went to shit within five minutes. You were originally helping Pope steer the cross clear towards the side of the boat but when gunshots went off, it was clear to abort the mission. You watched Pope and Cleo bail into the side of the water with a few shouts. Taking off, you sprinted towards the edge of the boat with the intention to follow them until an arm wrapped around your neck, choking you to a stop.
“You don’t get to win every time!” Rafe shouted in your ear, his hand struggling to hold the rope that the cross was attached to. “Grab the rope, Y/N.”
You bit his arm in retaliation, causing him to lose his grip on you temporarily before he grabbed the rope with both hands. His feet swiped your ankles causing your body to collide with the harsh floor with a bang. You groaned, feeling your shoulder ache with the motion. “Asshole,” You grumbled as you struggled to get to your feet. Other crew members were latching onto the rope Rafe had been holding as they attempted to pull the cross back on board. You couldn’t even care at that point as your mind was set on finding your brother and friends before getting the hell out of here.
Clambering away from Rafe, you moved to the other side of the boat and pulled yourself up on the railing with a huff. Your shoes slipped on the metal as you made your way to the top to jump into the water beneath you. In your peripheral, you could see John B and your friends pulling Kie and JJ into the boat. “Guys!” You shouted to grab their attention as you stepped onto the other side of the railing closest to the water. The sound of your voice was overtaken by a loud bang. Pain embedded in your arm as the bullet entered your skin, Rafe the cause of the newest scar on your body. The force was enough to cause you to lose your balance and tumble into the raging ocean beneath you before darkness spread across your vision.
John B was freaking out. After pulling Pope and Cleo in the boat, he moved to find JJ and Kie in hopes that you would be with them. He could hear Kiara’s voice calling for help over the sound of water rushing in his ears.
“JJ!” The name echoed from every person in view at the sight of the unconscious boy in Kiara’s arms. Pope was the first to move, arms reaching for Kiara as John B pulled JJ’s limp body on the lifeboat.
“Shit,” John B mumbled at the sight of his best friend unconscious.
“JJ, wake up!” Kiara cried as she shook him slightly. “Please, wake up! J!”
The minutes felt like hours before JJ moved and started coughing up the water in his throat. Everyone let out a sigh of relief, giving encouraging comments as the blond looked around lazily. “Where’s Y/N?”
John B’s smile of relief disappeared at the question as a heavy feeling settled in his chest. He had been so caught up in the panic of JJ being hurt that he didn’t process you being in the boat. “She wasn’t with you?”
“No, she-”
The sound of a gunshot broke the sentence as everyone turned to see your form fall from the side of the boat at the noise. “Y/N!” John B’s voice cracked with the force of his scream before he yanked the boat in your direction. He wasn’t thinking before he dove in the water, his friends shouting in concern at him going back in the water but his mind was only on you.
John B’s hand circled your wrist once he found you in the murky water. His legs burned with each kick as he pushed the two of you back to the surface. John B adjusted you into Kiara and Pope’s hold as soon as he got close enough. “Don’t pull on her arm!” He warned before both of them adjusted their grip and moved you into the boat. John B grabbed Sarah’s waiting hand before climbing back in himself before his attention was on you.
“Oh, my God,” Sarah gasped behind him at the sight of your bleeding shoulder. John B was moving too quickly to take a second to process what the hell was going on. Cleo took over driving, steering the lifeboat further away from the large vessel behind them towards somewhere hopefully safer.
Kiara pulled off her t-shirt, ripping it into smaller pieces so Pope could adjust them and tie them tightly against your broken skin. “It’s a deep graze,” He observed as he sat back against the side of the boat. “There should be a first aid kit. It’ll get infected fast.”
John B was deaf to Pope’s directions as he cradled your head in his hands. “Y/N, wake up,” His voice wavered as tears formed in his eyes. “Wake up, you have to wake up for me, baby bird. Please.” The salty droplets escaped his eyes, a few landing on your bare skin as he cried. His hand gripped yours tightly as he squeezed. John B was tired of fearing death for every person he loved. He was tired of this cycle of concern and mourning and loss again and again.
“Y/N, please!” He tapped your cheek gently, feeling everyone’s eyes on the two of you as he tried to coax you from your shocked slumber.
Relief flooded his system as your fingers squeezed around his and you started coughing to free your lungs of water. He twisted your frame slightly so you didn’t swallow more water before you opened your eyes to look at him. “About time you cried over me.”
John B laughed and wiped the remaining tears from his eyes as JJ helped you sit up. You hissed at the movement of your arm, eyes observing the red dyed fabric tied around your skin. With a groan, you let your head fall back onto JJ as you closed your eyes. “I don’t know about you guys, but I could use a fucking nap.”
Sarah raised her hand in the air. “Preach!” Your group fell into a fit of post-stress laughter before everyone slumped in their spots at the adrenaline crash. Cleo continued to direct your boat towards the nearest island in view as Pope settled beside her. JJ and John B refused to let go of you, both boys letting you adjust around them so you could be comfortable. You were leaning on JJ’s chest while your legs settled across your brother’s.
“Thanks for saving me,” You whispered to John B as JJ slowly braided your hair to calm himself down.
Your brother rolled his eyes at you before flicking you lightly. “Not gonna lie, I thought about just leaving you there. Less of a pain in my ass.”
“He’s lying,” Sarah interrupted from her spot across from him. Her eyes were closed but she had been listening to every word. “He jumped without even taking a second to breathe.”
“Busted,” You joked lightly as you flicked him back. “Seriously, JB. Thanks.”
Your brother gave you a tight lipped smile and nodded. “It’s what I’m here for, kiddo.”
A content smile formed on your lips as JJ stopped playing with your hair so you could fully lean back against him. You had been fighting sleep for a while but with the calming motion on your hair and the warmth of the sun on your skin, you wouldn’t last much longer.
“Wake me up when we get to Poguelandia,” You mumbled to JJ as you pulled his arms around your waist to keep you warm.
“Poguelandia,” He snorted at the nickname but nodded nonetheless. “Poguelandia here we come.”
i think i need another part with sunburn rafe, like after that in the pool maybe sarah notices a mark or sth idk, too in love with that fic have read it over 3 times
Yeeeees. OMG, this took me a while to write bc I did not how to get Y/N out of this situation, I swear to God!! Thank you so much for your kind words, it means the world!
DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!
"No, because she hates me." Sarah says as she walks into the kitchen again, already with her just delivered groceries in hand.
"You're overreacting." You tell her while looking back down at your phone.
"No, I'm not." She says while putting down the bags up on the island's countertop, "She literally was posting about me on her stories last night."
"Sarah-"
"I swear!" She squeaks before turning to look at you with widened eyes.
"What do you mean?" You ask in the same tone but with a smile on your face, "The dress picture was a joke."
"A joke about me!"
"You were the one that copied her look for midsummers?" You tease, grabbing the last grape from your bowl and eating it.
Sarah lets out a sigh.
"Y/N, I'm serious!" She says, frustrated, "She still isn't over me choosing to wear the champagne dress, 2 years ago."
You lift your eyes back to her from your phone and give her a look.
"Didn't you two, like, have a huge argument, even more, years ago?" You ask, "Thought you hated her."
"I do."
"So, why do you care about what she thinks?"
Sarah opens her mouth to answer but then closes it, as if lost for words, making you smile at her.
She bites her lips to hold in her own smile and then she just gives you a shake of the head before continuing to grab the groceries from the bags.
"You're right..." She whispers.
"What did you say? I didn't hear you." You tease her, bringing your hand to your ear as if it would help you hear her better. "Say it again."
Sarah doesn't say anything.
"Come ooon," You drag the words, "You can do it." You encourage.
She walks closer to you, acting as if she's about to grab something from the bag that's closest to you, but as she was about to say something else to tease and make you forget that she has to admit that she was wrong, her eyes stop on your neck.
"What the hell?" She says to herself as she steps closer to you.
You lean back a little and send her a look as if she's crazy. What in the hell is she doing?
"What?" You ask her confused, yet she doesn't answer. "Sarah, what?!"
Sarah lays her eyes on you, leaning down to get a better look at the side of your neck, now just inches away from it.
And that's when it hits her.
"Did you-" She stops herself with gasp.
Sarah, being as dramatic as she is, takes a step back, standing up straight, and brings her hand to her mouth.
Her smile is still visible underneath her hand, and if her excitement wasn't noticeable enough, she starts jumping around from one foot to another.
A few jumps later, she stops, and with her eyes still widened, she stares at you intensely.
"DID YOU SLEEP WITH SOMEONE?!" She shouts with all the air in her lungs.
Your heart, at that moment, fell to your ass. This can't be happening.
You bring your hand to your neck, hiding the place where Rafe had bitten about 4 hours ago, and your eyes widen in both panic in shock.
"Oh my god, you really did!" She squeaks.
Your heart is racing, your hands feel like they're shaking as well as sweating.
You've been lying to her for weeks now, but you've had time to plan out your lies prior to meeting with her. Now? You have to get something out quick.
"Who is it?!" She uncovers her mouth and steps closer, "Is he hot?"
Oh, God. Not that.
You open your mouth, ready to create the lie as soon as it starts spilling out of your mouth, but, a sound seems to save you.
The front door.
Sarah, automatically, looks up at the door of the kitchen, ready to check who it is, and you take a breath, trying to calm down your nerves.
"Hey, uhm... Dad asked to check if the food got here." Rafe.
"Well..." Sarah says while pointing at the counter filled with the groceries' bags. "What does it look like to you?"
Rafe is a little taken back by her tone but doesn't show it, quite the contrary, he acts with the exact same attitude.
"Alright, then be a good daughter and text him back." He tells her.
"I didn't get any texts." Sarah says, knowing very well that she didn't even check her phone in this past hour.
"Oh, really?" He asks with a scoff, "So, dad made me drive all the way back home to check on it when he has a daughter that never leaves the hou-"
"Alright, I get it." She interrupts him, knowing that an argument will only make him want to talk more, "Can you leave, now?"
"No. Need my drink." He says, "Why? Am I interrupting something?"
Sarah throws her head back and lets out a small frustrated groan.
"Oh, I definitely interrupted something." He says with some humor in his tone.
As Rafe walks to the other side of the kitchen, Sarah looks back at you and gives you a look as if to tell you that you'll talk later.
She turns her back to you and looks over at her brother, who is almost leaning back against the counter just to eye his sister curiously.
"It's a girls' conversation."
"Who are you shit-talking?" He asks with a smile, teasing her, like always.
"Nobody."
He chuckles and fetches his bottle from the cabinet next to him, as well as his pre-workout powder stuff.
"Are you crushing on someone?" He continues but is met with silence, "Is someone crushing on you?"
Sarah doesn't answer again.
"Is Y/N crushing on someon-"
"Ugh, Rafe. Shut uuup." Sarah groans, "You're so..." She pauses, "infuriating, sometimes."
Rafe wears a proud smile on his face as she says that, knowing that he has just reached maximum indignation when it comes to his sister. He sends you a look as Sarah is too distracted with being annoyed, and you send him a panicked look.
And, just to make things better, he looks back at you confused, not understanding what's going on - as expected.
You stand from your chair and, right at the same time, Sarah's phone starts ringing. She's quick to grab and answer it.
"Hey, dad! I was just about to call you!"
You walk over to the sink with your empty bowl and you send Rafe another look as he shakes his bottle.
"What?" He whispers at you.
"I need help." You whisper back over the sound of the water and the liquid in his bottle.
Sarah continues to talk to her dad with her back turned towards the two of you.
"With what?"
"Finding a lie for the bite mark on my fucking neck." You spit at him, not even noticing that you had some sort of anger bubbling in you.
Truth be told, if it weren't for his bite, you wouldn't be in this situation.
You turn off the water and turn to look at him, yet check on Sarah one more time.
"Just lie." He shrugs.
God, thank you, Mr. Obvious.
"And say what?"
"That you slept with someone."
"She wants to know who."
He looks out of the window to think and you hold yourself back to encourage him physically to spit his idea out, or, in other words, smack him until he says something.
You seriously do not have this much time.
"Topper." He offers.
"Topper?!" You repeat with a shocked expression, "Rafe, what the fuck?"
"He's my best friend, he'll cover for us."
Your disgusted look should've been enough, but he just keeps on looking back at you, awaiting an answer.
"No... Literally, anyone else, for god's sake."
Rafe thinks for a bit again.
"Kelc-" He stops as he notices your change of expression. "Alright, that's a 'no' as well"
Sarah, hearing Rafe say something under her dad's voice in her ear, turns around curious and you offer her a small smile as if to dismiss her.
But, almost as if you weren't already running out of luck, she starts talking to her dad again while facing the two of you.
Rafe pops his bottle open and brings it to his lips, hiding his mouth from Sarah.
"Say you were drunk last night." He whispers at you so softly that you almost didn't hear him, "You don't remember who the guy was." He shrugs with the last part. "Sarah was out with our dad, she doesn't know that there wasn't a party."
You exhale out in relief as you turn back to the sink, acting like you still had to finish washing your already clean bowl, and, quickly, you start practicing what to say in your head.
Rafe might have really just found your way out of this.
You turn off the water again and turn around to grab the kitchen towel on the island's counter. You dry off your hands as Sarah continues to ramble to her dad about something to do with Wheezie, and Rafe seems to get his cue to leave.
He leans away from the counter and closes his bottle back up, checking on Sarah one more time as you grab your phone from the other side of the counter.
Rafe being Rafe, as he walks behind you to go over to the door, you feel his hand lay over your ass, as you were leaning forward, before giving it a harsh squeeze. You send him a glare as he walks off and you stand back straight, and he has a huge smile on his face.
Asshole.
You look back a Sarah and she's staring at her nails.
"Alright, yeah." She answers," Bye... Love you too."
She ends the call and a sigh of relief leaves her lips.
Her eyes don't take long to come back to you and with a small smile on her face, she does a little excited jump before running to your side and says:
"Now, where were we?"
Hope this was, in any way, good. I struggled so hard to know what to write. I wrote like 3 different ways of how this conversation could've gone, and didn't like any of them. So... I was left with this and I'm still not a complete fan either. Anyways! Hope you liked it.
