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Local fishers question moustache man about being a fish.
“hey just look at me.” (conrad fisher x fem!reader)
you were practically gasping for air. your hands were shaking in the bathroom you locked yourself in. you were sleeping over at the fishers house with your boyfriend, conrad.
tears were falling each time you blinked, and you couldn't seem to pull yourself together. it was as if you were dying. of course, it was the perfect time for conrad to knock on the door, "hey, y/n/n? everything okay?"
you couldn't even form words, there was no way you could lie to him and you couldn't even stop long enough to spit out a quick yes. "do you wanna open the door for me?" he asked. wasn't like you could say no or anything.
you slowly moved your hand over to the lock and unlocked it. when he opened the door his eyes immediately filled with worry. "hey, y/n. you're okay. alright? you're good." he knew it wasn't going to help anything, but he tried anyway. "let's sit down, okay?" you nodded as he helped you to sit down on the closed toilet, while he kneeled down in front of you.
you still hadn't caught your breath yet, and you still couldn't talk. "hey, just look at me. breathe. alright. just copy me and breathe. you've got this." that did, however help you. not by much, but enough. "see, honey? you're doing great."
it took a few minutes, but you finally calmed down. "see, there you go." conrad encouraged. "you're amazing."
"im sorry." you sniffled.
"baby, don't be sorry. you're alright. okay? you did it. why are you apologizing?" he asked, his head tilting as he moved some hair out of your face. "let's go lie down, hmm. can you walk?" he questioned and recieved a nod.
"okay." he responded, placing his hand on your back and helping you even though you said you got it.
the two of you reached the bedroom and you were thankful you didn't run into any of his family members. he pulled the covers down on your side of the bed and motioned for you to lie down.
conrad quickly moved to the opposite side and pulled you close to him. "now tell me why you're sorry." he requested, placing a kiss atop your head.
"im at your parents house, with your family, and i can't not be anxious for five seconds." you said, speaking clearer than you had before.
he sighed, and then brushed your hair out of your face. "that's not something you can control, baby. i know that it might not make you feel less anxious at all, but my family loves you, you've got nothing to feel bad about around us."
"thank you for helping me, connie." you were smiling now and it made conrads heart explode
"hey, that was all you. i just sat there." he said, smiling.
"i love you."
"i love you more."
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Finally named Mr. Fisher and also his family.
Jena and Merle are also pictured but they are just photobombing