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Hello!!

I remember reading a chapter of marigold and daisies but I’m unable to find it now. I loved the way you wrote it. It was so sweet and warm. I was wondering if it’s still available to read on Wattpad?

Hii!! I am so sorry for the late response. It's been ages since I've opened Tumblr.... I've currently gotten Marigold & Daisies down as I make edits and fix plot holes but I'll start republishing the book by chapters as I work through it!

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Always You - Conrad Fisher (part 4)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

pairing: Conrad Fisher x reader

summary: confusion and confessions

word count: 2.5k

a/n: idk how many more parts because I am having way too much fun writing this

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The next few days were a study in contradictions.

Conrad still touched me like nothing had changed. His hand brushing mine when we passed plates at dinner, his knee bumping mine under the table, the way his arm slung around the back of my chair whenever we were out with Belly.

He still looked at me like he knew exactly what I was thinking. Still murmured jokes only I would get. Still gave me those quiet smiles that made my chest feel too small.

But every time I caught his eyes lingering too long, I heard Belly’s laugh echoing in my head. Every time his hand brushed mine, I remembered the way it had settled on the small of her back.

It was maddening. I knew we were supposed to be pretending, but this fake-dating charade had stirred up something I’d been trying to suppress for far too long. After his injury, and that kiss, I was left in a mess of questions I couldn’t shake. Why kiss me if we were just pretending? Why kiss me and then, hours later, share a moment like that with her? What even was that?

I've spent the last week pretending like nothing happened. Like the kiss never happened, like I never got that email, like I never saw them on the dock.

By the next weekend, wedding chaos had officially taken over the house.

Fabric swatches and half-empty mugs of coffee littered every surface. Belly was in full bridal mode, passionately debating the difference between “ivory” and “cream” tablecloths like civilization depended on it. Jeremiah just nodded along, hopelessly in love, willing to agree to anything that made her smile.

And Conrad? He leaned against the counter, quiet as ever, eyes drifting to me more often than I could stand.

“Okay, listen,” Belly declared, spreading a mess of invitations across the table, “we need to finalize the guest list tonight. I still don't understand how you could agree to inviting your corporate jarheads without involving me first.”

Jeremiah groaned. “Bells, it’s Saturday.”

“Exactly,” she shot back, hands on her hips. “No excuses.”

I tried to listen. I really did. But my eyes kept drifting to Conrad, and the weight of his stare kept pulling me back.

We were still acting like the perfect couple. Still playing our roles flawlessly. And yet, with every fake smile, every staged brush of his hand, I felt myself sliding deeper into something terrifyingly real.

“Come on, we’ve spent the whole week apart. Let’s take the day and just… breathe,” Jeremiah pleaded.

“After next week, we’ll have forever to breathe,” Belly retorted, exasperated.

“Bells, please,” Jere said with a grin. “I already planned something for us.”

Belly looks around the messy kitchen, wedding decor and details were visible in every part of the room.

"Fine, but tomorrow we're finalizing everything."

Jeremiah cheered, wrapping his arm around Belly before giving her a kiss. "I promise, we'll get everything done." Jeremiah dragged Belly by the hand, leaving Conrad and I alone in the kitchen.

"So what should we do today-" I didn't let him finish his sentence before I cut him off.

"Schoolwork..." I give him a small smile before turning to head up to my room.

I couldn't trust myself to be around him alone, afraid I might break and say something I'll regret. My feelings for him are starting to consume and I can't focus on anything but him when he's around. Hell, even when he's not afraid, he's all I can think of.

But of course, Conrad didn’t let me escape that easily.

“Schoolwork, huh?” His voice followed me, low and skeptical. “On a Saturday?”

I froze halfway to the stairs. My hand tightened on the banister, but I didn’t turn. If I looked at him, I’d crack. I knew it.

“Yes,” I said, forcing my tone to be light, casual. “Some of us take studying seriously.”

I heard him shift against the counter, the scrape of ceramic as he set his mug down. The silence that followed was heavier than anything Belly and Jeremiah had left behind.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” His words weren’t accusing, not exactly. Just… observant. The way Conrad always was. Seeing things I wanted to keep hidden.

I finally glanced over my shoulder. He was leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, gaze steady. Not sharp, not soft, just Conrad.

His mouth quirked, almost a smile, but not quite. “You have. You barely look at me anymore. And when you do…” He trailed off, shaking his head like he didn’t want to finish the thought.

I swallowed, heart thudding. “When I do, what?”

“Never mind.” He ran a hand through his hair, and for a second I thought maybe he’d let it go. Maybe he’d leave me alone and I could shove all of this down for another day.

But then he pushed off the counter, closing the space between us with those steady, unhurried steps. "Spend the day with me," His voice is low, face awfully close to mine.

My breath catches in my throat like it does whenever he's this close to me. My eyes flick up to his, wondering if he can see my veins pulsing rapidly in my neck.

"Con," I mumble.

"What?" His breath is right against my lips and shivers shoot down my spine. His lips barely brush against mine and I'm shot back into reality.

I take a step back, welcoming space between us.

"What are we doing, Conrad?" I shake my head slightly. "Is this just a game to you?" My words are rushed as I feel heat rise into my cheeks, suddenly embarrassed. He stares at me with wide eyes, clearly surprised at my sudden outburst.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this." I spin on my heels and sprint up the stairs, locking the door behind me.

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Conrad's POV

I stood there, staring at the empty space she’d just vacated, the sound of her footsteps still echoing up the stairs. My coffee had gone cold on the counter, but that wasn’t what left the sour taste in my mouth.

It was her words. Is this just a game to you?

God. If only she knew. If only she could see inside my head, see the way every second around her twists me up, burns me alive.

I hadn’t meant to corner her. Not really. But the way she’s been avoiding me, it was driving me insane. Every glance that slid away, every half-smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, every excuse she made to put space between us. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed her to look at me, to see me.

And when she did… it felt like standing on the edge of something I’ve been chasing my whole life.

But then she pulled back. Again. And her words, sharp, terrified, honest, cut deeper than she’ll ever realize.

A game.

Maybe that’s what it started as. Pretend for Belly, pretend for Jeremiah, keep the peace, keep the act alive. But somewhere along the line, pretending stopped feeling like pretending. Somewhere along the line, I started forgetting what was real and what wasn’t.

I knew it wasn't all for show though. Even we were in the comfort of each other's company, the affection didn't go away. Everything we did platonically as best friends began to feel like a whole lot more.

Her laugh. The way she knows what I’m thinking before I say it. The way she looks at me like I matter, even when I don’t deserve it. None of that is fake. Not for me.

I ran both hands through my hair and let out a humorless laugh, low and bitter.

I should’ve let her go upstairs without saying anything. Should’ve kept the walls up like I always do. But when she’s near me, they crumble. Every time.

I wanted to kiss her again. Hell, I almost did.

And if she hadn’t pulled back… I don’t know if I would’ve stopped.

I pressed my palms against the counter, leaning into it, fighting the urge to follow her. To knock on her door, beg her to believe me, beg her to see that this isn’t just a game.

But I didn’t move.

Because the truth is, I don’t even know what we’re doing. I don’t know what I’m doing. All I know is that the thought of her slipping away... of her deciding this whole thing was just pretend, is the only thing that really scares me anymore.

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Y/N spends the majority of the day holed up in her room. I knocked on her door for lunch, telling her to come down and eat with me only for her to respond that she's not very hungry. I left the plate of food at her door anyway and found the dirty dish in the sink after I came back from a walk.

It was clear she didn't want to see me and I knew it was all my fault. I just wish I knew how to fix it.

I sat outside on the back porch. The sun was setting, a beautiful painting of orange, red and pink spread across the horizon. These are the kinds of sunsets mom would spend hours out here trying to mirror on a canvas.

“Your leg is healing well.”

I flinched, hand pressing to my chest. “Jesus, Y/N…” My laugh was half startle, half relief. She was actually here, talking to me, not locked away behind a door I couldn’t reach.

I look down at my leg, the cut now slightly scabbed over. "Aquaphor does wonders," I nod.

I'm immediately sent back to the day I cut my leg while surfing. The thoughts of her in the bathroom with me. Her hands on my legs, washing the blood that dripped. The way she stared at me so intently as she rinsed my leg and wrapped it. How I could hear her heartbeat when my head was pressed against her.

The entire situation had my head spinning. The mix of pain from the cut but also the complete bliss I felt under her touch. It was all too much.

Her lips on mine made me feel so alive yet so weak at the same time.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The only sound was the cicadas humming in the trees and my own pulse hammering louder than it should’ve.

I find myself standing on my feet, pressing my sweaty palms against my shorts.

"I wasn't sure if I was gonna see you at all today," My voice lacked confidence as I took the tiniest step towards her, afraid I'd send her running back upstairs if I got too close.

"I'm sorry I locked myself away," She says. "Thank you for lunch by the way." Her voice is timid, eyes still not able to hold mine for more than a second at a time.

"I just-"

"This isn't-"

We both stopped, giving each other the most awkward smile as we spoke at the same time.

"Go ahead," She nods.

"This," My hand gestures between us. "This isn't a game to me. It has never been a game." I shake my head.

Her lips part, but no words come. For a second, hope flickers in her eyes until she blinks and shutters it away.

“I saw,” she says quietly. Her arms fold across her chest like armor. “I saw you two on the dock.”

The words land like a blow. My chest tightens, breath catching. Of course she saw. Just my luck.

I force myself to meet her eyes. “It wasn’t what you think,” I say, voice low, steady. I can tell she's holding back a scoff. "It was... closure."

Her brows knit, suspicion flickering across her face.

"4th of July that one summer, the year mom-" I cleared my throat, knowing she already knew what I was talking about. "Everything happened really fast and after they got together is when I kinda distanced myself from everyone instead of facing it."

She nods her head.

"It wasn't- It wasn't what you think. It was a good talk, a talk that needed to happen especially since she's marrying my brother. That’s it. I don’t look at Belly and see the girl I loved. I look at her and see my brother’s fiancée." I almost want to laugh.

I haven't felt anything for Belly in a long time and I thought Y/N knew that. She is my best friend, she knows me better than anyone.

Her lips part, a flicker of doubt still there, but I push forward before she can retreat again.

“You think I’m stuck on her? You think I’d kiss you like that if my heart was still with her? No. I wouldn’t.” My chest feels tight, like every word is being dragged out of me, but I need her to hear it. “It’s not Belly. It hasn’t been for a long time. It’s you. It’s only you.”

For a second, something raw flickers in her eyes, hope maybe, or fear. She wraps her arms tighter around herself, like she’s holding the words in instead of letting them out.

“I’m scared, Conrad,” she admits finally, voice trembling. “You're my best friend."

"That will never change. You and I? We've been through so much and us being best friends has never changed, it will never change."

I step forward, lowering my voice. “I think we owe it to ourselves to at least try. That’s all we can do. We try. And if it’s messy, if it’s hard… we still try.”

Her breath hitches, like she wants to believe me but can’t let herself. “I don’t know if I can,” she whispers, retreating a half-step that feels like a mile.

My hand reaches out, catching hers before she's too far out of my reach. In a swift but soft tug I bring her to me, my arms wrap around her and in an instant she's melted against me like she has been so many times before.

"I'm scared too," I admitted to her in a whisper. "I am terrified of opening myself up to the idea of love," I wasn't sure where I was going with this. I just knew I needed to keep talking to keep her here with me, to keep her listening, to make sure she knows that I've never been this serious in my life.

"I know I can't make you any promises. I can't promise that it won't be hard, I can't promise that it won't be weird and messy. I can't even promise that we'll work out." I mumble that part.

"I can promise you that I have never felt like this before about anyone," I say, pulling away slightly. She tilts her head up towards me, her chin resting on my chest. "All these years, I've convinced myself that I could do this alone, that I didn’t need anyone. The entire time… you were there. Right there. Rooting for me. Studying with me. Crying with me. Loving me." I blink, down at her, unable to stop the smile on my face.

"And I wish that I let myself feel all of these things earlier. Because I think I've always known deep down inside."

She hums, vibrating against my chest. "Known what?"

"That it's always been you. It's always going to be you. Always you."

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Always You - Conrad Fisher (part 3)

Part 1, Part 2

summary: Fake dating isn't as easy as it seems. Lines get blurred, feelings get hurt. An important email makes you wonder what the next chapter of your life is going to look like.

pairing: Conrad x reader

warning: mentions of blood

word count: 4k

a/n: I'm so tempted to just make this a full fledge fanfic LOL Enjoy part 3!

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"This is going to take some getting used to."

"Shh, you're gonna wake them up."

The sound of hushed voices flow through my ear, then the shutter of a camera. I groan, not wanting to open my eyes yet. The surface beneath me shifts and my eyes almost shoot open when I remember what's under the weight of my body. I guess, who's under the weight of my body.

“Can you two go away, please.” Conrad’s chest vibrates under my ear as his low voice rumbles out. I feel the blanket tugged higher over us, his arm adjusting before it settles back against the small of my back, grounding me.

I try not to tense, but it’s no use. My pulse stutters beneath his touch, my entire body hyperaware of where his hand rests. What the hell is happening to me?

“We flew in late last night and would really like a little bit more sleep,” Conrad grumbles, his voice rough with sleep. The rasp of it makes me clutch at his t-shirt without thinking.

“You’re the one who decided to sleep in the living room,” Jeremiah’s voice teases. I can picture the smirk on his face. “Fine, fine. We’ll get our stuff upstairs. Going into town later to check out vendors, you two should come.”

Their voices fade, footsteps retreating, until it’s just us again.

Conrad exhales slowly, his arm tightening around me, as though he’s reluctant to let go. The steady thump of his heart echoes under my cheek, and I realize with a start, it’s racing almost as much as mine.

“I know you’re awake,” he whispers.

I freeze. My instinct is to pretend, to hold still and maybe he’ll let it go, but I know Conrad. He doesn’t say things like that unless he means them.

Reluctantly, I lift my head, shifting off him. “Sorry. That… probably wasn’t comfortable all night.” I wince, realizing just how much of my weight must’ve been on him.

Conrad shakes his head instantly. “Mmm, no. It was nice. Like a weighted blanket.” The corners of his lips curl up, soft and boyish in a way that tugs at me.

That’s the thing about Conrad, he’s never the type to make anyone feel self-conscious. He finds a way to disarm you, to make even your most awkward moments feel normal.

“I don’t wanna get up,” I mumble, closing my eyes again. My body feels heavy, like I could sink into the cushions forever.

His hand presses lightly against my back, guiding me down again. Then, almost absentmindedly, his fingers slip into my hair, stroking slowly.

My breath catches in my throat. It isn’t the first time he’s touched me like this, we’ve shared beds on road trips, cuddled through storms, even let him braid my hair once during finals week. But this feels different. Too quiet. Too intimate.

“So don’t,” he murmurs. “Stay like this a little longer.”

A smile creeps across my lips before I can stop it.

“If I’d known you were this comfy, I would’ve been using you as a pillow years ago,” I tease, trying to lighten the weight pressing in on us.

He chuckles, deep and low. “Permission granted. Use me as a pillow anytime.”

“Careful, Fisher. Might actually hold you to that.”

“Counting on it.”

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We walk side by side, a few paces behind Jeremiah and Belly. The air was cool on my face as we walked the downtown square. Wedding planning had officially started and day one started at the farmers market.

I watched as Jere and Belly swung their hands, basically skipping down the sidewalk.

I hook my arm through his, hand clinging to the fabric of his sleeve. It feels natural, instinctive, though I wonder if he notices how tight my grip is.

“They seem really happy,” I say, watching Belly tug Jeremiah toward a boutique florist stand.

Conrad follows my gaze, his expression unreadable. “They’ve always been in their own little world.”

There’s no bitterness in his tone, not exactly. More like resignation.

I glance up at him. “How are they even going to afford this?”

From the car ride over, I know Jeremiah is scraping by on intern pay and Belly’s juggling two part-time jobs. Neither of them screams “ready for a wedding budget.”

“They’re keeping it small. House wedding, minimal everything.” Conrad shrugs, but his jaw ticks. “They’ll figure it out.”

Belly’s voice carries down the street. “This one’s perfect, Jere! Imagine the tables covered in these!”

Jeremiah beams at her, like he’s ready to buy out the entire stand if it makes her smile.

I study Conrad’s face as he watches them. His features are calm, but his hands are shoved deep in his pockets, shoulders taut. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do I.

Instead, I squeeze his arm gently, grounding him the way he's done for me countless of times before. His eyes flick down to me, softening for just a second, like he knows exactly what I’m trying to do.

His eyes look around the market, "How about some coffee?" He tilts his head towards a coffee cart.

"Please," I groan eagerly, basically dragging him with me over there. We'd slept for another 30 minutes after we woke up this morning but I still felt so tired.

The line wasn’t long, just a few locals already sipping their lattes and chatting with the barista like this was their daily ritual. The smell hit me first. Freshly ground beans, caramel syrup, something cinnamon-y wafting through the air. My stomach growled.

Conrad shoved his hands into his sweatshirt pocket, rocking back on his heels as we waited. “What’s your order?”

“You don’t already know?” I teased, tilting my head at him. He gave me that half-smile, the one that didn’t quite reach his eyes but still made my chest tighten.

“I mean, I could guess.”

“Guess, then.”

He glanced at me for a second, then looked back toward the menu posted above the cart. “Vanilla latte. Hot, not iced. Extra shot when you’re tired, no whip. And you always ask for oat milk even though you don’t actually care if it’s oat or almond.”

I blinked at him, my mouth parting slightly. “Okay, stalker.”

He laughed, a low sound that pulled at my stomach in a way I didn’t want to analyze. “Not stalking. Observant.”

“Right,” I muttered, but I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. He was right. About all of it.

When it was our turn, Conrad ordered without hesitation for both of us. It was such a small thing, but watching him say my order like he’d been rehearsing it for years made something twist inside me. Something warm. Dangerous.

We moved to the side to wait, and I crossed my arms, trying to ignore the way my pulse was hammering in my neck. “So, you just…memorize people’s coffee orders?”

“Just yours,” he said simply.

I froze, caught off guard by how casually he said it. No hesitation. No joking tone. Just…truth. My lips parted, but before I could figure out what to say, the barista called out our drinks.

Conrad took them both, handing mine over without missing a beat. His fingers brushed mine, and I felt it all the way up my arm.

“Thanks,” I whispered, suddenly hyper-aware of the crowd around us, the cool breeze, the warmth of the cup in my hands.

He sipped his coffee, then gestured toward a little table under a string of lights. “Want to sit?”

I nodded, following him, my brain still replaying those three words. Just yours.

We sat across from each other, the market buzzing around us. Belly and Jeremiah were a blur somewhere in the crowd, darting from one booth to the next. But for a moment, it felt like it was just us.

Conrad leaned back in his chair, one arm draped lazily over the backrest. His hair was still a little messy from sleep, curling at the ends, and his sweatshirt looked too soft for its own good. I took a sip of my latte to distract myself, but it didn’t help.

“So,” he started, tapping his cup. “What do you think? You ready to be roped into floral arrangements and tasting cakes you’re not allowed to pick?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “As long as they don’t make me glue seashells onto centerpieces, I think I’ll survive.”

His lips quirked up. “Don’t put it past them.”

We sat there for a while, sipping our drinks, half-teasing about the wedding chaos that was bound to come. But every time his eyes caught mine across the table, the air between us seemed to shift, subtle but undeniable.

When we finally tossed our cups into the recycling bin, Conrad fell into step beside me as we wove back into the crowd of booths. The air smelled like kettle corn and fresh bread, vendors calling out deals to anyone who’d listen.

“Ooh, look at these!” I tugged his sleeve and pointed toward a stand with baskets of handmade soaps shaped like seashells.

He raised a brow. “You seriously want to smell soap right now?”

“Yes, Conrad, sometimes girls like things that smell good,” I shot back, already picking up a lavender bar and holding it to my nose. The scent was calming, earthy and sweet at the same time.

He leaned down, far too close, and sniffed the soap still in my hand. “Not bad,” he murmured. His shoulder brushed mine, casual but enough to send a flutter straight through my chest.

I quickly set it down, pretending I wasn’t suddenly hyper-aware of the space or lack thereof, between us. “Come on, there’s a booth with fresh bread over there.”

“Now you’re speaking my language.”

We moved toward a bakery stand, and I watched as Conrad’s expression softened when the older woman behind the counter offered us samples of sourdough. He thanked her politely, even complimented the bread, which made her beam like he’d made her whole morning.

It was these little things, I realized. The quiet way he noticed people. The way he paid attention. It was dangerous, letting myself notice it too much.

By the time we caught up with Jeremiah and Belly again, they were standing at a table scattered with flower arrangements. Belly’s face lit up when she saw us.

“There you are! We were about to send a search party.”

“Got distracted,” I said quickly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Coffee.”

Jeremiah smirked, his eyes flicking between me and Conrad. “Mmhmm. Coffee.”

Heat crept up my neck, but Conrad only rolled his eyes and adjusted the strap of the tote bag he’d picked up somewhere along the way. “What’d we miss?”

“Flowers!” Belly chirped, holding up a bouquet of wildflowers. “Aren’t these so pretty? I want something simple, not too fussy.”

I bent to smell them, nodding. “They’re perfect. Very…you.”

“Exactly what I said,” Jeremiah grinned, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “You’ve got good taste, babe.”

I glanced over at Conrad who had left my side, he leaned over the vendors counters, grabbing a small jar with flowers in it and bringing it to the register.

He hands the woman a twenty before strolling back to us.

"For you, love." He hands me the jar and I can instantly feel my cheeks heat up.

The flowers.

Love.

Jeremiah and Belly gave each other knowing eyes, smiling at each other before turning to walk back towards the car. My fingers fiddled with the jar full of gerbera daisies.

"Thank you," I lift the jar up. "You really didn't have to."

"It's my pleasure. Plus, gotta make sure they believe us, right? Can't have them thinking there's lingering feelings about them." He shrugs.

"Right," I nod.

We reached the car, Jere and Belly waiting for Conrad to unlock the door.

"You know, " Jere tilted his head towards us. "When you guys first told us you were together, I almost thought you were lying. Sure you guys have been best friends forever but it just seemed so random." He raises an eyebrow.

"But now, it's so obvious." He chuckles, pulling the back door open for Belly before climbing in after her.

I stand there slightly shocked before looking at Conrad who has a small smile on his face, shaking his head slightly before getting into the driver's seat.

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Jeremiah had to leave early Monday morning to make it to work, he was gone long before the sun had risen and wouldn't be back till Friday evening.

It was just me, Conrad and Belly.

Things between Conrad and I have felt different in ways I can't describe. We kept up our act in front of Belly but we also didn't stop whenever she left the room and it's left me all jumbled up and confused, wondering if Conrad felt the same way.

Today is also the day I should be hearing back from the exchange program to see if I was selected. MICEFA only has 5 open slots a year and I'm hoping that one of those slots has my name on it.

I hadn't told anyone I even applied besides my parents. The odds of me actually getting in just felt too far out of reach and I figured sharing that I even applied would just get my hopes up and lead to disappointment.

I had no idea when to expect the email but I was on edge enough that my heart rate skyrocketed every time my phone buzzed with a notification.

A knock on the door caused my body to shutter, a small squeak escaping my mouth. I shut the laptop in front of me, concealing my screen.

Conrad's head peeks through the bedroom door.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. Belly wants to go to Michael's, ready to go?" He raises an eyebrow.

I let out a small cough, "Actually, I'm going to sit this one out if that's okay." I give him a small smile.

His eyebrows knit together. "Is everything okay?"

"Y-yeah! I just have some schoolwork to do. You know how summer classes are. Just don't want to fall behind." I smile.

"O-kay." He doesn't look fully convinced but he let's it go anyway. "Well, we shouldn't be too long. I'll let you know when we're headed back."

I give him another smile, nodding at him before he waves and shuts the door again. I let out a small groan, falling back onto the bed.

Two hours passed and it's safe to say, I did not get any actual schoolwork done. I paced the kitchen over and over again, staring at my laptop screen for a new email to appear in my inbox.

The sound of the front door unlocking, pulls my gaze away from the screen. I could hear laughter as Conrad and Belly enter the house. He hadn't texted that he was on the way home.

"Hey!" I smile at them once they reach the kitchen. Their hands were full of plastic bags, carefully placing them onto the kitchen table. "Find everything you needed?"

Belly glanced over at Conrad and nodded her head. "Yes, he was a great help. Thanks for letting me steal him for the day."

I look over at Conrad who was staring at his feet.

"We brought some peaches, feel free!" She smiles before digging through the plastic bags and sorting through the items.

My eyes land on Conrad's shirt, instantly noticing the blotches of wet spots littering his shirt.

"Peaches?" I raise an eyebrow at him. "You're allergic to peaches," I state.

"I didn't have any." He shrugs. My eyes land onto his shirt again.

"Then why is there peach juice all over your shirt?"

The sound of plastic bags rustling stops as Belly's hands still.

"It's just sweat, we walked outside for a little bit." Conrad shakes his head. "No big deal, love." He chuckles walking past me to the refrigerator. The sweet smell of peaches hits my face as he walks past and I immediately know he's lying.

Okay, what the hell?

I scoff slightly, annoyed that Conrad was obviously lying to me and I don't know why.

I shut my laptop, picking it up off the counter and headed up the stairs.

"Y/N-" Conrad called out. I just kept walking, shutting my bedroom door behind me.

I spend the next hour actually studying and trying to get some schoolwork done. I saw Conrad going out back with his surfboard 30 minutes ago and assumed Belly went out again after hearing the front door open and shut.

My head shoots up as I hear the back door slam and then a yelp, followed by a thud. I'm out of my seat in seconds, running down the stairs and halting when I see Conrad leaned against the wall, blood dripping down his thigh.

"Conrad!" I shout, instantly at his side. "What-"

He hisses as he tries to stand upright. "Must've scrapped a piece of coral.." He groans. "Can you help me up the stairs?" His eyes catch mine and my chest hurts as I take in the pain on his face.

I nod my head, wrapping his arm around my should to take the weight off of him. We slowly made our way up the stairs, leaving droplets of red in our wake.

I push the bathroom door open, setting him onto the bathtub.

"Thank you, I can handle the rest-"

"Shut up," I glare at him. opening the cabinet to grab the first aid kit.

My legs straddle the bathtub mirroring him. I turned the knob, grabbing the shower head off it's mount. "This is gonna sting," I mumble.

I rinse his leg first, my hand gliding over his blood stained shin. Conrad leans forward, his head pressing onto my shoulder and his hand squeezing my thigh in anticipation of the pain that was about to follow.

It's silent in the bathroom, only the sound of the water spraying filled the room. I slid my hand up his leg, warning him. He sucks in a deep breath and then I rinse his open wound. He groans against me instantly, his grip on my thigh only getting tighter.

My breath is caught in my throat as I rinse it off as best as I can, hyperaware of our proximity and the way his hand felt on my thigh. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest.

I shut the water off, opening the first aid kit and grabbing the materials to wrap his leg properly. Conrad pulls his head away from my slightly, looking down at my hands working against his skin.

I pulled the wrap tight, wanting pressure to hold the gauze against his cut.

"Okay-" I whisper. Conrad looks up at me and I almost stop breathing. Our faces were inches apart. His eyes caught mine and we just stared.

Water still dripped from his hair, his chest sank and rose rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.

"Y/N-" He whispers, his eyes flickering down to my lips. Goosebumps rise onto my skin at the sound of him saying my name,

"Hmm?" I can barely make a sound as he gives my thigh another squeeze.

The gap between us is closed and the overwhelming feeling of his lips on mine, makes me melt into him. My heart was racing against my chest. My hands wrap around his neck, instantly finding it's way to the ends of his hair as if that's where they called home.

Conrad kisses me like he’s been holding it back for years. His lips are warm, insistent, but there’s a hesitation too, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to want this.

The edge of the bathtub digs into the back of my legs, but I barely notice it. My whole body feels suspended, like the air has gone out of the room and the only thing tethering me to earth is the way his fingers press into my thigh.

I sigh into his mouth, and it’s like that tiny sound undoes him. His hand leaves my leg and cups my jaw, tilting my face toward him with a tenderness that makes my chest ache. His thumb grazes my cheekbone, and suddenly I’m terrified because this doesn’t feel casual. This doesn’t feel like a mistake.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against mine. We’re both breathing hard, like we’ve just surfaced from underwater.

"Mmm, that was definitely better than an antiseptic," His voice is rough as he speaks lowly.

A smile spreads across my face.

"Think you can help me up?" I nod my head, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.

I pull us both up to our feet on the tiled floor, making sure he was stable enough to stand on his own.

Conrad towers over me, pulling my head in to place a kiss on my forehead. "Thanks, doctor. Don't know what I'd do without you." That was all he said before he hobbled out of the bathroom.

My fingertips instantly glide against my lips, my chest still heaving from the excitement.

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Later in the day, I'm given the task of picking up dinner, as Conrad was still not feeling 100% and Belly was in a jungle of vases and fake flowers.

I drop the takeout bags onto the kitchen island. Calling out that dinner was here and to come downstairs. When I'm met with no response and a silent house, I make my way upstairs, checking their rooms.

Both empty.

A chime from my room causes my heart to give a ridiculous leap in my chest. I'm quick to turn to my room, my feet stopping right in front of my desk.

Subject: MICEFA - Paris Elective - Admission Decision

I don’t think I breathe as I click. The email is mercifully concise. Accepted. Welcome to MICEFA. Please see attached for next steps.

For a second I just stare. Then I do what any rational person with a caffeine addiction and a newfound scholarship to Paris does: I whoop, which comes out somewhere between a squeal and a strangled cheer. I jump up, nearly knocking the chair over and do a small, ridiculous victory dance in the living room that probably looked like interpretive flailing.

My chest if full of excitement from how well today was going. First Conrad-

Conrad.

I have to find Conrad so I can tell him.

I race down the stairs, screaming his name in excitement. I rush out the back door and am halted right before I almost screamed his name out into the sunset.

The dock is a little stage at the edge of the inlet, planks warmed by the sun. I slow as I approach because a scene unfolds that is not the one in my head.

Conrad and Belly are there, close enough that their shoulders touch. They’re talking low, the kind of conversation that makes me automatically back away, like I’m eavesdropping on private radio. Belly’s hand is curled into his sleeve, and for an awful, glorious second it looks like they’re holding hands. Then Conrad dips his head and pulls her into a hug.

It’s not a quick, platonic pat-on-the-back hug. It’s the kind that lingers. His hand at the small of her back, her head tucked under his chin, and for a breathless beat it reads like something private and perfectly theirs. Belly’s laugh is muffled against his shirt. He rests his cheek on her hair like he’s been given a minute to keep.

My stomach does that fall-into-your-throat trick. The world has a noise that suddenly sounds too loud: the gulls, someone’s radio, a distant laugh from a vendor packing up. I feel my feet move before my brain does, and stop two steps behind the outstretched dock like a statue.

They pull away. Conrad’s face lifts first, relaxed and soft. Not guilty. Not startled. He pulls his hand back as if remembering where he is and what people might think. Belly straightens and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, bright and oblivious and glowing.

For a bizarre second, everything in me wants to race forward, shout my news, make this normal again. But the words hit my throat and turn to sand.

I back away, trying to get back to the house as fast as possible to pretend like I hadn't seen anything. For reasons I didn't want to admit to myself, I could feel tears burning my eyes as I shut the backdoor behind me.

It was silly of me to think that maybe Conrad and I could actually happen. It was silly of me to think that maybe he really was over Belly.

Clearly, I was wrong. taglist:

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Always You - Conrad Fisher (part 2)

Part 1

summary: With wedding planning for Belly and Jeremiah in full swing, who better to call for help than the newly public couple?

pairing: Conrad x reader

word count: 1.7k

a/n: oh i am loving this.

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"And you're seriously considering it?" I raise an eyebrow at Conrad from across the couch. After the mess of events that unfolded after Susannah's ceremony last month, we hadn't heard much from anyone back home.

Laurel had begged us to talk sense into the young couple, her voice tight with worry. She wanted us to convince them this wedding was a mistake. Conrad and I knew better. There was no convincing them. They were cut off from their parents, stubborn, determined. They were running full speed into something neither of them fully understood.

"What am I supposed to say, no?" Conrad pinches the bridge of his nose. "My relationship with Jere is just now getting better, do I want to destroy that again by pulling my support?"

"Yeah, but helping them plan the wedding?" I say in disbelief, "It just sounds a little weird. She's your ex-"

“I know.” His glare is sharp enough to slice the rest of my sentence in half.

I raise my hands in surrender. “I’m just saying.”

"Come with me," He puts on a dramatic pout.

I let out a laugh. "You're nuts."

"Please! With Jere working at dads company, it's just going to be Belly at the beach house most of the time and I'd really prefer if my best friend was there with me." He pouted, giving me his best puppy eyes.

"It'll be just like old times. Like when we were kids. Please."

I groaned. "Why are they getting married in a month?" I shout. "Why can't they just wait till after they graduate?" I raise an eyebrow.

"You're asking as if I know. I have no idea. All I know is that I would really like you to go with me." He pouts once again.

"Fine, but you're on doing my house chores for a month." I grin at him. "When do we leave?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Tonight. I already bought your ticket so all you need to do is pack."

I gawked at him, "You just knew I was going to say yes, huh?"

A proud smirk is displayed on his face. "I knew you wouldn't be able to say no."

A whole month in Cousins. We hadn't spent the whole summer in Cousins since Susannah died. The most we'd do is a week and usually not with everyone there. But this wasn't just any regular summer.

We were about to be fully submerged in the bubble that is Jeremiah and Belly.

Conrad swears up and down that he's okay and that none of this really bothers him but there's still a part of me that can't help but feel like that can't be 100% true.

I glance over at Conrad who was already looking back at me.

"Come on, help me pack."

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The house is dark and empty when we arrive.

"They're not here?" I look over at Conrad, shutting the door behind us.

"Nah, they'll be here tomorrow. We have the place to ourselves for the night." He smiles, grabbing my suitcase and hauling our luggage up the stairs.

"Are we ubering dinner tonight?" I call out to him.

"Yeah, I'm fine with whatever! I'm gonna shower real quick," I figured he'd jump in the shower as soon as he got the chance. We had a 30 minute conversation on the plane about how dirty airports and planes are.

"Don't take too long! I know how you love your long showers." I shout back, right before the bathroom door slams shut. I pull out my phone, ordering a pizza for us before heading to the other bathroom to wash off the traveling grime.

By the time the pizza arrives, Conrad is padding down the stairs, hair damp and curling at the ends, t-shirt sticking to his chest. He grabs a slice before I can even open the box properly.

“Wow, no manners?” I glare at him.

“I carried your suitcase. Pretty sure that earns me first slice.” He talks around a mouthful of cheese, like the barbarian he is.

I grab a slice and plop onto the couch, purposefully bumping my shoulder into his. “You’re impossible.”

“You like me impossible,” he shoots back, smirking before focusing on his pizza.

The TV hums in the background as we eat, the silence comfortable in a way that makes my chest ache. Cousins always does this, makes me remember the summers when everything felt lighter, before things got messy.

Conrad stretches his arm across the back of the couch, casual, but his fingers brush my shoulder. The touch is light, but my body reacts like it’s fire. We’ve spent years in each other’s space, living together at school, pulling all-nighters in the library. This should feel normal. But it doesn’t. Not tonight.

“So,” I finally say, trying to sound nonchalant. “Think we’ll survive a month of wedding planning?”

His eyes flick to mine, serious now. “With you here? Yeah. Without you? No chance.”

I laugh, but my pulse stutters. Because for the first time, I’m not sure he’s joking.

"I'm sure you would've been fine without me." I nudge him.

"Doesn't mean I don't want you here with me." He shrugs.

We polish off the last slice in silence, the kind that feels too heavy to be comfortable. The movie plays on, all noise and color, but I wasn't sure either one of us was really watching.

Conrad leans forward, elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the screen like it’s the only thing keeping him anchored. I can feel the weight of something unsaid pressing between us.

Finally, I speak. “You okay?”

He doesn’t answer right away. His jaw flexes, then relaxes. “Yeah. Just… weird being back here, again.”

I swallow. “Because of Belly?”

His eyes flick to mine, sharp and startled, like I’d said the one word we weren’t supposed to say aloud. For a second, I regret it. But then his shoulders drop, and he lets out a humorless laugh.

"No, not because of Belly." He shakes his head. "It's been 5 years since mom died, yet whenever I'm here I still expect her to be standing in the kitchen, arranging flowers in a vase. Or outside in her painting overalls, an easel in front of her as she paints the sunset." His voice is quiet as he speaks and I hold my breath, wanting to hear every word he's saying.

"When I'm here I can feel her, you know?" He smiles softly, "And it's great. Until I remember that she's still gone. And then this weight forms on my heart." His smile falls slightly as his hand taps on his chest. "I love being here because it reminds me of her. But I hate it at the same time for the very same reason."

I scoot closer to Conrad, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his shoulder.

"What do you think she'd be saying about this wedding?" He chuckles, lightening the mood a little bit.

"She'd either be horrified or over the moon, no in between." I laugh. "She'd be proud of you for stepping up." I add in, squeezing him slightly.

Conrad leans into my teach, his head resting on mine.

"I hope so."

We stay like that for the rest of the movie, allowing ourselves to get wrapped up in each others embrace. I wasn't sure what Conrad needed from me at this moment but I just wanted him to know that I was there, ready to ride out whatever wave of emotions he was feeling.

By the time the movie ends, the living room is washed in the faint blue glow of the credits. The pizza box is abandoned on the coffee table, two empty glasses teetering beside it. My stomach is full, but it’s the kind of full that makes me sluggish, heavy-limbed, content.

“You seriously have the worst taste,” Conrad says, his voice low and tired, though there’s a smile tugging at his mouth. His head rests against the back of the couch, eyes half-closed.

“You laughed,” I shoot back, nudging his leg with my socked foot.

“Twice,” he corrects, eyelids drooping further.

“Three times,” I grin, “and don’t try to downplay it. You even snorted once.”

His eyes crack open just enough to glare at me, but it’s lazy and half-hearted. “I was choking on soda.”

“Sure you were.”

I reach for the remote at the same moment he does. Our fingers brush. It’s the smallest thing, barely more than a touch but my hand freezes like it’s been caught in a current. Warmth sparks where skin meets skin, an invisible thread pulling tighter between us.

Conrad doesn’t move right away either. His gaze flicks down to where our hands touch before he clears his throat and pushes the remote toward me. “You can have it,” he murmurs.

"Thanks," I whisper, clicking onto a random rom-com that I'm sure he'd give me another earful about later.

We're barely 20 minutes in, when my eyelids start to feel really heavy. The last thing I hear is Conrad mumbling something. Maybe telling me to go to bed, maybe just talking in half-sleep.

When I blink awake again, the TV is dark, the house silent. Moonlight filters through the curtains in pale silver strips. I shift, realizing with a start that my head was laying on something solid and warm.

Conrad.

He’s asleep, my entire body was resting on top of his, his arm draped lightly on my back. His breathing is deep and even, lips parted just slightly in sleep.

My chest tightens. I should move. I know I should. But my body doesn’t listen. Instead, I stay there, laying my head back onto his chest, letting the sound of the ocean and the warmth of his body lull me back under.

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Always You - Conrad Fisher (part 1)

Request: OC is childhood friends with Conklins/Fishers. Currently goes to med school with Conrad, her best friend. The news of Belly and Jeremiah's engagement takes them all by complete surprise, causing Conrad to say something impulsively... fake dating never hurt anyone, right?

Pairing: Conrad x reader

Warnings: mention of death, fake dating, cursing, fluff, jerebelly LOL

Word count: 2k

a/n: Eek here's part 1! Thank you @uiijjiiu for sending in this request! I can't wait to finish writing.

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"Are you ready for this?" Conrad stares out the windshield, his hands still gripping the wheel tightly. I glance at him and then to the clumps of people making their way to the garden.

"The real question is, are you?" I reach over and tug on his suit sleeve lightly. Conrad had come up with a million reasons as to why he wouldn't be able to make it. After a lot of begging, reasoning and guilt-tripping, I finally convinced him to join me.

Conrad let's out a deep sigh, finally turning off the ignition. "As ready as I'll ever be," He opens my door for me, helping me out of the car. I flatten my dress as we walk through the gate.

The turnout was overwhelming, not that anyone was surprised. Susannah was loved by everyone so it only made sense that everyone would come to celebrate her life. Familiar faces smiled at us as we walked further into the garden.

"Conrad!" Our heads turn to Adam, who was waving his hand in the air to call us over. "It's so good to see you both," He wraps his arms around me first before patting Conrad on his back.

"Hey dad," Conrad gives him a smile. "Doing alright?"

The two of them jump into conversation easily, Adam almost immediately asking how med school is going and what the rest of the year was going to look like. My eyes wandered off as they spoke, not particularly interested in what they had to say.

My breathe hitches in my throat when I see Belly and Jeremiah walking towards us hand in hand. My hand finds it's way to the bottom of Conrad's sleeve, feeling the need to warn him of their arrival.

Conrad's eyes finally tear from Adams and land on the pair approaching us and I can practically hear the hitch in his throat.

Adam was quick to greet the pair with open arms. Then it was me. Last was Conrad.

"Hi," He tries to sound excited as he waves at them, and immediately gives Belly the most awkward hug anyone's ever seen.

"Wow, Connie is really excited to have his little sister around," Adam miserably fails to make a joke.

My entire body cringes as soon as he says the words. Conrad stumbles back towards me slightly.

"Y-yeah. How are you, little sis?" I inhale a deep breath as Conrad continues the awkwardness.

As if it couldn't get any worse.

"Jere, you ready? We can get started." Laurel calls Jeremiah over and thank goodness she did. I don't think I can handle anymore of what was unfolding in front of me.

"Little sis?" I hiss at Conrad as we make our way to the chairs set out.

"Don't blame me," He glares back. "Why would he say that?" He hisses.

I giggle, "Probably because your dad is the most clueless man to exist. Not the most observant, is he?"

Conrad shakes his head as we take our seats

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After the memorial ceremony everyone headed to the beach house, wanting to spend some time in the place Susannah loved the most.

Everyone was gathered around the kitchen island to help with cooking dinner and it was nice to have everyone back together like this. It had been 4 years now, Conrad hardly showed his face, not that anyone could blame him.

His brother and his first love... I too, would never show my face.

"To Susannah." Laurel hold her wine glass in the air. Everyone around the table followed suit.

"To Susannah." We all echoed.

"Everything looks great, Laurel. Thank you for getting everything together," I smile at her.

"Of course, I'm glad you could make it. We miss seeing both of your faces," She pouts, referring to Conrad and I. "School is taking up too much of your time. Take a break!" She waves her hand in the air.

"Oh no, no, no." Adam shuts her down. "Let them focus on school, that's their future on the line. Let my boy focus on his career."

I watch as Conrad fights his eye roll. "Right." Conrad mumbles, his fork playing with the food on his plate.

"What about you, Belly?" I turn the attention off of us, "Any word on Spain yet?" I smile at her, knowing she'd been excited to apply for study abroad.

Belly glances over at Jeremiah briefly, her cheeks turning a shade of pink before she shakes her head. "Uh, no. I don't think Spain is on the table anymore." She puts on a forced smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.." I say, trying to avoid the awkward silence that was about to settle on the table.

"No! No it's okay! We actually have some news to share." Belly looks over at Jeremiah once again.

"We do?" He looks surprised, staring at Belly with wide eyes. She nods with a huge smile on her face.

Everyone stares at the couple with raised eyebrows.

"O-kay, here we go." Jeremiah says lowly. "We're getting married." He smiles.

The entire room falls completely silent.

Laurels laughter is the first to break the silence. Adam joins in. The two clearly thought they were joking. Everyone else at the table knew otherwise.

We stared at Belly and Jeremiah, jaws open, eyes wide as their parents continued to laugh their heads off at either end of the table.

"You two are so funny, seriously. What's the news?" Adam finally stops laughing. Belly looks appalled at their laughter.

"That is the news!" She shrieks, digging in her pocket and sliding a small ring on her finger, showing it off to everyone at the table.

My fork falls onto my plate as I glance over at Conrad who was frozen in his spot.

"Oh my god, are you pregnant?" Adam stood up straight in his chair.

"What? No!" Belly glares at him. "We're not pregnant, we're just getting married!"

"Hell no." Laurel slams her hands onto the table. "Are you two absolutely insane?" She's shouting now. Everyone is shouting over each other now.

Everyone but Conrad who continued to just stare at them with the most blank expression on his face.

"We're getting married and we don't care what any of you have to say!" Jeremiah says sternly. "We'd love to have all of you there." He continues. "Conrad-"

Conrad's eyes snap to his.

Everyone stares at him as his mouth opens and then closes. Jeremiah's pleading with him to say something. I'm expecting the worst but then he says, "C-Congratulations."

"What?!" Laurel jumps up in her seat. "Connie, you seriously can't be considering supporting this!" She stares at him in disbelief.

My hand immediately reaches for his leg, wanting him to know that I'm right there with him. I honestly had no idea what was going through his mind right now. I wasn't even sure if he was completely over Belly.

Jeremiah's face lit up at Conrad, Belly looked more surprised than anything at his reaction. "Thank you, Conrad! You just earned yourself a plus one to the wedding." Jeremiah grins.

Conrad shakes his head, "No need for a plus one." Conrad mutters, his leg was tense under my touch as he shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

"No special someone?" Belly's the one to ask the question. He pauses for a moment then Conrad's eyes pan over to her and he shrugs nonchalantly.

"She'll already be there, I'm guessing." His eyes glance over at me so briefly I'm sure nobody even noticed and I raise an eyebrow in confusion.

In a quick movement his hand is on mine, sliding under my hand on his leg and resting it on top of the table as if it belonged there.

Oh my god.

"No fucking way." Steven laughs from across the table, the smile spread wide on his face. "Now that-" He points at us, "That Is something I can support." He then moves his finger towards his sister and Jeremiah, he smile disappearing instantly. "That? Absolutely not, are you both insane?" He jumps up from his seat, now mirroring his mother as chaos erupted at the dining table once again.

My heat is pounding in my chest as I finally will myself to look over at Conrad. He's staring straight ahead, fully avoiding my burning gaze. I glance down at our hands on the table, hating the way it looked so natural.

I shake my head, pulling our hands down and immediately pinching his arm.

"Are you fucking insane?" I whisper at him, with everyone shouting at one another, they surely wouldn't notice us.

"I'm sorry, I panicked." He muttered back, only glancing at me briefly.

Before I could process anything that was happening, Belly was being dragged out of the house by Laurel and Steven. Jeremiah follows them closely with Adam and Conrad and I stay frozen in our seats, staring at the mess dining table.

The sounds of engines kicking on echoed from outside, contrary to the utter silence we were sitting in.

"Are you o-" Before I could finish my sentence, Conrad's chair screeches against the wood floor, his hands are quick to stack the dirty plates and bring them over to the sink.

Right, so we're not going to talk about it.

I glance over at him as he started to trash the food on the plates and then rinse them in the sink. I let out a sigh, gathering the cups and bringing them to him.

Silently, he cleaned the dishes and I packed away all the left over food, wiping down the dining table and putting everything back where it belongs.

"I'm going to go ahead and turn in for the night." Before I could respond, Conrad was headed up the stairs.

I drop the hand towel onto the island, letting my shoulders slump as I let out a big sigh.

Wonderful.

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I heard the shut of the front door before the sun was even out. Conrad had probably gone out for a run. I sighed, turning over in my bed, hoping I could get just a little bit more sleep.

The events of last night had kept me tossing and turning. All I wanted to do was knock on Conrad's door so we could talk. I needed to know what he was thinking, what he was feeling, I just needed to talk to him.

After 30 more minutes of me tossing and turning, I gave up. I was slow to get ready for the day, not even sure what the day ahead held. Breakfast was cooked and coffee was brewed by the time Conrad strolled back through the front door.

Sweat dripped from his hair as he walked into the kitchen panting slightly.

"Good morning," I give him a smile, hoping he was in a better mood today. He returns a small one, opening the fridge and grabbing a water bottle.

"Hey," it took all of 2 seconds to chug half of the bottle, plopping himself down onto the empty seat beside me at the table.

I pushed a plate full of food towards him.

"Good run?" I raise an eyebrow.

He lets out a puff of air, the force moving his hair slightly out of his eyes. "Definitely needed it," he grabs a slice of bacon.

"Can we talk about what happened last night?" I wasn't going to waste time to beat around the bush. I needed to know how he was doing.

"Yes," He winces. "I'm sorry I told them we're together, honestly I don't know why I even did that. I just hated the way her eyes were watching me and I just felt so small and-"

"Con," I stop him. "I don't care about that." I shake my head. "How are you feeling about- well about the engagement?" There was no better way to put it. "I mean, Belly-"

"Nothing," His eyes are furrowed slightly. "Belly, nothing. I'm over it, really. I've moved on. It hurts to think about everything that went down between the three of us but really, I'm okay. If they want to get married then let them." He shrugs, trying to convince me.

I eyed him skeptically, unsure if I fully believed what he was saying.

"So you have no feelings for Belly anymore?" I raise an eyebrow.

"None," He shakes his head, staring me directly into the eyes.

"Okay," I finally accept it. "So, boyfriend. What exactly is our plan?"

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can u do one with conrad where the oc has known the family since she was 5 ..shes grew up with the conklins and visited cousins with them every summer .. rn she and conrad are med students at Stanford.. theyre in cousins for the memorial and once belly announces her engagement to jere… He tenses up and says hes dating the oc (even thi theyre just bsfs ..so like a fake dating thing )..but the kiss fr when he cuts his leg surfing..and they start liking each other ..but she thinks he still loves belly ..and wjen oc goes to psris he follows her there .. to kinda like a she falls first but he falls harder thing ..angsty slowburn but wirh a fluffending ..sry its lwk messy idek how to frame it

Omg this is yes this goes perfectly with something I had in mind!!! Might have to be multiple parts. Writing this ASAP!! :)))) I'll add you to the taglist!

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Conrad Fisher Requests

Alright now the tsitp is over, my creative juices are flowing. PLEASE send me requests for Conrad one shots, I neeeeed to write.

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New ideas!

HEYYYY!!! So I've been MIA for a bit on tumblr but I'm in the writing mood again! I'm thinking about expanding this account to other fandoms... I'm thinking of uploading my MCU stuff on here as well as start writing for Glen Powell because he has me in a CHOKEHOLD (ESPECIALLY AFTER TWISTERS) Let me know your thoughts and send me your requests anytime!

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HI. I’m back on tumblr and my fingers are ITCHING to write. Send me requests for one shots! I write for Harry Styles, TSITP, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, and I’m always open to more!!!

Love you. Mean it.

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"I don't want you to need me. I want you to want me."

"I do want you."

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Just Friends (Final Part)

Pairing: Conrad Fisher x Reader

Susannah always told you that you were destined for one of her boys.

It was obvious that it was Conrad. The connection that you and Conrad had was like no other, nobody would ever compare.

Conrad knew you like the back of his hand, and you knew him just as well. 

You knew that all the moms secretly prayed that you would end up with Conrad or Steven, they wanted to be related one way or another.

It’s been a week since the incident at the deb picnic. Have you and Conrad talked about it? No.

It was driving you crazy. 

Things have been weird to say the least. You were grateful that Conrad wasn’t ignoring you like he was the week before. 

He was doing the exact opposite actually.

He’s been more present this past week than he had all summer. He wasn’t off by himself for most of the day anymore. He actually wanted to hang out with everyone, wanted to go swimming, wanted to play volleyball. It was like you had the old Conrad back.

There were still times where you could tell that something was bothering him, the same thing that’s been bothering him all summer. You’d be in the middle of a conversation and his eyes would wander, his face would slowly fall into a stoic expression and you’d know that you lost him to his thoughts.

But more often than not, Conrad seemed happier. He actually talked at the dinner table, tell jokes or tease Belly or even you. You’d sneak glances at him whenever you could and your heart would race when he was staring right back. 

You’d decided that tonight would be the night that you would talk to him. You needed to know where you both stood. Did he have feelings for you? He never officially said anything.

Define the Relationship.

DTR- your best friend called it. 

Everyone was settling down for the night. The moms were having a drink in the back patio, Jere, Belly, Steven and John all went to the pier. Conrad was nowhere to be found.

“Have you guys seen Conrad?” You called out to your mom, Laurel and Susannah.

“Not since dinner, sorry!” Laurel called back. 

You huffed and went back into the house, checking his room one last time only to find it empty. You lost even more hope when you saw his phone sitting on his desk. You had no idea where he is and no way to contact him.

You fell onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. Was this a sign that you shouldn’t talk to Conrad about this right now?

You sat up, leaning back onto your hands. Your eye landed on the photo on his dresser. It was from last summer of all of you. John, Belly, Conrad, You, Jeremiah and Steven. You were all making a silly face, Conrad stuck up two fingers behind your head to make bunny ears. It was a cute picture despite how awful you look.

Your hair was all over the place and some strands covered your face. It was a crazy windy day at the beach, no matter how much you fixed it before the photo it would blow right back onto your face.

That’s it. The beach.

You were out the door in seconds. Your flip flops clapped against the concrete as you sprinted towards the beach. Soon the sound of waves crashing filled your ears, the feeling of the grainy sand met your toes and you smiled when you saw him sitting in the sand.

You didn’t stop running, you kept going till you were a few feet away from him.

“Conrad!” You shouted over the waves. 

His head turned to you and even in the darkness you could see him smile. He stood from his spot when you slowed down, standing beside him. You were out of breath and your probably looked crazy but you didn’t care.

“Hey.” He smiled, his hands reaching out to grab yours.

“I’ve been looking for you.” You admitted, smiling timidly at him.

“I’m glad you found me.” His eyes stared into yours, the moonlight hitting his face just right. He looked beautiful.

“I wanted- I wanted to talk to you.” You breathed out, still trying to catch your breath. 

“Yeah. Yeah I want to talk to you too.” A hint of a smile tugged at his lips.

He tugged at your hand, pulling you to sit down onto the sand. You settled beside him but he never let go of your hand. It felt normal to sit here like this on the beach, hand in hand. Like you’ve done it so many times before. But you hadn’t, this is the first time Conrad has held your hand in an intimate way. 

“I think about you.” He broke the silence between you. “A lot.” His voice was so calm and soothing, you could listen to him talk for hours.

“I always have, if we’re being honest.” He chuckled. “Y/n, there’s a lot of stuff going on in my life. Things I can’t really explain right now.” He sighed, his head hung slightly as he looked down at the sand. 

“I want to be with you.” His head turned and his eyes met yours. “But I don’t want you to feel like I only want to be with you because of what I’m dealing with right now.” His face contorted and you could tell he was conflicted with himself. You didn’t really know what to say. You didn’t know what he was going through.

“I think I’ve always wanted to be with you. I just.. I’ve been in denial. We grew up together, our families are so close and I always thought that if we ever became something, it could mess things up for everyone. Not just us.” He frowned. 

“I don’t think it’ll mess anything up.” You shrugged. “I think even if things go south, we’d be mature enough to come out of it alright. At least I’d be mature enough.” You rolled your eyes playfully, trying to lighten the mood. Conrad bumped your shoulder with his, rolling his eyes at you.

“I think we owe to ourselves to at least try though.” You smiled hopefully. “I don’t know what you’re dealing with. I respect you enough not to push you to tell me until you’re ready. And when you’re ready to tell me I’ll be right here.” You squeezed his hand.

“I’ll always be right here.” You leaned your head onto his shoulder. “Always.”

He didn’t say anything. You both sat in each other’s company in silence for a few moments, and that was okay. One thing you loved about being around Conrad was that you didn’t have to do anything, you both just enjoyed being together. Even if no words were said.

“Y/n.” You pulled your head off his shoulder and looked up at him. His eyes were glued to yours, it was an intense stare. His hand slipped out of yours and before you could feel sad about it, his hands were cupping your face and pulling your lips onto his. 

You were taken aback, eyes wide as he pressed his lips onto yours. Were you dreaming?

You definitely were not dreaming.

You melted. You melted against him, letting yourself kiss him back. This was happening. You were kissing Conrad Fisher. 

Your hands settled on the back of his neck, tugging ever so softly at the ends of his hair. His lips were soft and slightly salty, you didn’t mind though.

He pulled away first, his forehead resting against yours. A small chuckle left his mouth. That just happened. 

“Be mine?” He sounded unsure, maybe even nervous. 

“I’ve always been yours, Con.” You whispered. A smile erupted onto his face. 

“Be my girlfriend?” He rephrased his question. You nodded your head. “Say it.. I want to hear you say it.” He said, practically begged.

“I’m yours.” You smiled. “I’m your girlfriend.” This time it was you that erupted in giggles. You felt giddy, you always waited for this day. The day you could finally say you’re Conrad’s girlfriend.

“God, I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.” With that, he pulled your lips back onto his. Kissing you deeper than the last time.

It’s safe to say you had a good summer that year. The best you’d ever had. 

A/N: A new fanfic is in the works! It’ll be posted on here and also on Wattpad so be sure to follow me here and WP @stylesxreads . If you’re also a twitter user, I post teasers and sneak peaks on my twitter as well with the same handle! 

I’ll also be writing one shots! So if you have any prompts you’d like to read, feel free to send me a message. If you want a personal one shot with your name just specify in the message! Love you guys xx

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[stylesxreads]

Just Friends (Part 4)

Pairing: Conrad Fisher x Reader

It was the day of the deb’s picnic. Everyone was rushing to leave, by everyone you meant the moms and Belly. They were running around the house trying to make sure they had everything.

You and Conrad had just come back from the beach, not realizing how long you guys had been out there. 

“You two need to go change! Just meet us there.” Susannah rushed, grabbing her back. Before we could even answer the four of them were out the door. 

Steven, John and Jere came down the stairs dressed and ready to go. 

“We’ll see you guys there!” Steven called as they left the Fisher’s house. You turned to look at Conrad who had an annoyed expression on his face. 

“I don’t really want to go.” He huffed. He made sure that everyone knew that he didn’t want to do anything that had to do with the debs this whole week. He rolled his eyes when Susannah would talk to Belly about it. He would leave the room whenever my mom said we all had to go to every event for Belly.

You didn’t understand why he was so bothered by it, it’s not like he’s in it this time around.

“I’m going to go get dressed. Meet at my house in 15?” You asked. Conrad scoffed and looked at you amused.

“You think you can get ready in 15 minutes? Yeah right.” He laughed, causing you to shoot a glare into his skin.

“Fine. Make it 10.” You shot back before running out the door, determined to get ready in the 10 minutes.

You did get ready within 10 minutes. 9 minutes to be exact. You hadn’t done much, you threw on your dress, brushed your hair, and packed all your makeup in a bag to do in the car. He never said you had to be completely ready.

Conrad sat in your kitchen waiting for you to be done, smiling down at his phone as he texted. You stopped in your tracks, shoulders slumped seeing him smile stupidly at his phone. The same way I smile at my phone when he’s the one texting me.

You coughed awkwardly letting him know you were ready to go. His head turned to look at you and his eyes widened slightly. 

“You look beautiful.” He said with a very very slight smile. He coughed awkwardly and walked past you towards the door. You pursed your lips and sighed before following him out the door. You didn’t even have time to get flustered at his words.

The drive to the club was short but it was long enough for you to put on some makeup so you wouldn’t look like a troll. Conrad was slam on his breaks every so often to make you mess up, causing you to throw your arm across the console to hit him. 

“Come on, princess. Let’s go.” He mocked you. 

“Shut it, Fisher.” You glared, getting out of the car and following him towards the picnic area. Music was blaring in the air, the chatter of people getting louder and louder as the two of you got closer. 

Your eyes landed on your moms and they waved you over to the table they were sat at. You looked over at Conrad, ready to tug on his arm to drag him along but his eyes were elsewhere. 

A smile was displayed on his face as he waved over to someone, your eyes followed his gaze and saw Nicole standing with the debs, grinning widely at him. You rolled your eyes.

You walked away without saying anything, it’s not like he would even notice your absence. He was too busy eye fucking Nicole.

You made your way to the table that the moms occupied.

“My darling, you look beautiful.” Susannah held her arms out to hold your hands. “This dress does wonders for your body.” She wiggled her eyebrows with a sly grin. 

When they went back to their conversation you slumped in your chair. You looked around the area to see what was happening. You honestly didn’t know what the point of the picnic was.

“I’m going to go get something to drink.” You whispered to your mom who waved her hand, not paying any attention to you. You made your way to the snack bar, pulling the ends of your dress further down your thighs. 

You waited for your drink by the bar when a voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Hey.” Your eyes landed on a guy further down the bar, he stared at you, his eyes looking up and down your body. 

“Hi.” You smiled back with a blush creeping onto your cheeks. You’d never seen him before, he definitely wasn’t a Cousins regular. 

“I’m Joseph.” He smiled, taking a few steps towards you. You shifted on your feet, fingers tapping on the countertop awkwardly. 

“Y/n.” You nodded, looking back at the worker to see if he was almost done with your drink. “You must be new around here.” 

“Yeah, just visiting. My sister’s a deb.” His finger pointed at the group of debs. “The one with the stupid hat.” He laughed, my eyes landed on a girl with a fancy looking hat that did nothing but add decoration to her hair.

“Ahh, I see. Well, welcome to Cousins.” You chuckled, grabbing the drink from the worker ready to go back to the moms.

“Woah, hey. Wait a second. Where are you scurrying off to so soon.” Joseph smiled weirdly. You started to feel uncomfortable under his stare. 

“I gotta get back to my mom. It was nice to meet you though!” You tried to keep it friendly, giving him a small wave before walking away.

But you couldn’t walk away. You were stopped, Joseph’s hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back towards him.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” He smirked down at you. “This place is a bust anyway.” He tugged on your arm causing you to stumble on your feet a little bit.

You wanted to shout. You wanted to scream for help but you didn’t want to cause a scene.

Your eyes searched the area, hoping to find any familiar eyes. Steven, John, Jeremiah, Conrad. Your heart sank even further when you didn’t see them.

You planted your feet and tugged back, trying to free yourself from his grip.

“Joseph, you’re hurting me. Let go please.” You pleaded. “Just leave me alone.”

“Calm down, we’re just having a good time. I promise I’ll show you a good time.” He whispered into your ear causing you to gag. You shoved him hard, causing him to stumble backwards.

“You bitch.” You lunged forward at you and you closed your eyes, ready for any sort of impact but it never came. You opened your eyes to see Conrad stood in front of you.

“Back. Off.” He said through gritted teeth.

One of his arms was behind him, holding you behind him protectively, his other arm in front of him to keep distance from Joseph.

“Oh what are you? Her brother?” Joseph scoffed.

Joseph was taller than Conrad but he was much smaller. Even if he towered over Conrad, Conrad could take him without a doubt.

“She asked you to leave her alone, didn’t she?” Conrad’s voice was deep and slow. You almost wanted to see what his facial expression looked like.

“Chill out bro, just wanted to have some fun with her is all.” Joseph shrugged, taking a step back. He was scared of Conrad.

Joseph was chuckling, trying to play it off.

“You understand that, don’t you? I mean look at her.” Joseph kept egging Conrad on, if he didn’t stop soon, he’d regret it.

You could see Conrad’s body tense at his words, his hands dropped to his sides and clenched his fists.

Conrad lunged forward, his fist colliding with Joseph’s face. They were on the ground in seconds, Joseph tried to fight back but he didn’t have a chance.

“Conrad!” You gasped out loud, trying to grab into Conrad’s arms to make him stop. He was relentless, he just kept swinging.

“Nobody. Touches. My. Girl.” He said between punches.

“Conrad stop! Please. It’s okay.” You grunted. “Let’s just go please.” You begged. You heard what he said.

My girl.

But you didn’t even have time to swoon, you just wanted him to stop before he seriously hurt Joseph. They tumbled on the ground and you reached forward again, grabbing Conrad’s shoulder.

He swung his arm back for another swing but this time his elbow connected with your head. You stumbled back, gripping the side of your head.

“Fuck.” You muttered under your breathe. Conrad stopped immediately, turning to aid you while Joseph crept away.

“Y/n. Fuck. I’m so sorry.” His hands we’re holding your face, inspecting every inch of it. By now there were a few people crowded around, having witnessed the whole thing.

“It- it’s fine. Conrad let’s just go please.” You begged, your head already starting to hurt. Conrad nodded, helping you walk.

Your moms stared at you guys walk out towards the car, their eyes wide. You guess they saw everything too.

Conrad opened the door for you, helping you into the car before getting in too.

The drive was silent. Dead silent.

He didn’t say anything but you also had no idea what to say.

When you got back to your house, Conrad grabbed a bag of frozen peas from the freezer while you laid in your bed.

You felt the bed dip, Conrad scooting close to you, placing the bag on where a small bruise was already forming. You winced at the cold sensation, your hand grabbing the bag landing on top of Conrad’s.

You turned your body to face his, you kept your hand on the frozen bag when he pulled his hand away.

“I’m really sorry y/n.” Conrad sighed. You shook your head, dismissing his apology. You scooted closer to him, letting him wrap his arm around you to bring your body close to his.

“Thank you for coming to help me.” You whispered. Your thoughts were finally catching up with what happened and your heart was racing.

It was beating so loud that you were sure Conrad could hear it.

“I didn’t like the way he was grabbing you. Or talking to you.” He said softly. You didn’t lift your head to look at his face, you knew if he did he’d stop talking.

“You..” you started to say, “when you were punching him-“ you felt incredibly awkward. Unsure if you should say it.

“You said I-“

“I know..” he stopped you, his arm tightened around you ever so slightly. “I know.”

“Con..” You mustered up the courage and looked up at him, moving your head back a little so you could see him clearly. Your hand found his other one, bringing it up to your chest.

You placed it on your chest, letting him feel your heart beat. His eyes never left yours as you did this.

“Do you feel that?” You whispered. He nodded his head.

“That’s how I feel around you all of the time.” You admitted. A small smile settled on Conrad’s face. He pulled your head back to his chest, leaning his on top of yours after placing a tiny kiss to the top of your head.

You weren’t sure what this meant. Conrad had never expressed any type of feelings for you. Sure you always hoped that one day, one day he would tell you that it’s always been you.

Because for you, it’s always been Conrad.

You didn’t want to think about it too hard, because you were cuddled up in your bed with Conrad Fisher.

Was this the start of your relationship with Conrad? Or did this just get even more complicated?

A/N: There will be one more part for this short story! But let me know if you guys would be interested in an actual fanfiction story for Conrad! I have one in mind but I’m not sure if anyone would even be interested. Let me know! :)

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[scotallison]

Conrad was first, and I loved him in a way that you can really only do the first time around. It’s the kind of love that doesn’t know any better and doesn’t want to.  

[henryofwales]

Conrad ended up winning me the polar bear with the wire-frame glasses and scarf. […] I named him Junior Mint, and I left him where he belonged, at the summer house.

[sapphiremccnlight]

for belly, conrad is the sun and when the sun comes out, the stars disappear

[conradfiisher]

I’ve always liked you with wet hair. It’s so… romantic.