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keerysfreckles · 2 months

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Hi, can plz request something during the episode where the girls go skinny dipping with Nicole and her friends so the reader is friends with Belly and has feelings for Conrad. Conrad likes her too but is afraid of his feelings. Conrad receives a call from the reader that she is stuck with Belly and Taylor in the middle of the street with their clothes gone. Conrad and Jeremiah go to pick them up and the reader leaves with Conrad. In the car, they end up confessing their feelings for one another. And the reader is the same age as Conrad plz

getaway car — conrad fisher

pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, slight swearing, s1 scenes used, not exact dialogue!!!!

a/n: first conrad fic im scared 🙈

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you weren't sure what you hated more. the fact that nicole and the other debutante bitches left you, belly and taylor stranded with no clothes. or the feeling of the cold tarp wrapped around your body.

it's only been eight minutes since the three of you left the dock of hopper's cove, still just as cold and naked as you were when you left.

you knew nicole didn't like you, but to do this shit to belly and taylor? it was just too messed up.

you and nicole had history. you saw her and conrad making out at a random party last summer. the same summer you told conrad you've loved him for the past four years of your life. the same summer conrad fisher broke your heart.

instead of taking you the deb ball just like he promised at the beginning of the june, he took nicole instead. ever since nicole has hated you. now hate may be a strong word, but it was the only correct term in this situation.

three minutes pass and you, belly and taylor have barely made any progress on the dark asphalt. your feet are starting to ache as tiny pebbles and dumps edge into your skin.

"why can't you just call jeremiah to pick us up?" you hear taylor ask belly.

"because it's too messy," belly replies, "that's too much drama."

"drama?" you repeat, "bells we're stuck, naked in the middle of a road."

taylor nods, "yeah, this is how people get murdered."

another minute passes until taylor speaks up again.

"wait, y/n why can't you call conrad?"

belly agrees, "i mean he did leave you that text."

you sigh, knowing what belly was talking about. it's also why you think nicole left you three stranded.

conrad texted you while you were all skinny dipping. you were too engrossed in your conversation with belly and taylor, so gigi telling nicole she had gotten a text flew into one ear and out the other.

you soon found out the text wasn't from nicole's phone, but from your own. it was from conrad, explaining how he'd happily take you to the deb ball this year, and how he hoped to explain himself for how he acted this summer.

"i can't call conrad," you shake your head.

belly and taylor share a confused look.

"why not?" belly speaks up.

"it's too messy" you slightly giggle as you recite the three words belly stated moments ago.

"if i call jere, will you call conrad?" belly asks, now you three are stopped, more closer to the curb.

you sigh, knowing the looks your getting from your two friends will make you unable to say no.

"fine," you finally respond. you and belly move your phones to be able to see the screens, and belly calls jeremiah first, you call conrad right after.

you all agree to sit on the curb, it's not comfortable but it beats standing for the time it takes for the fisher brothers to arrive. you sit in silence, not an uncomfortable one, as you all process tonight's events.

taylor turns her head first, then belly, then you. jeremiah's jeep comes down the road first, followed by conrad's car.

"jesus bells," jeremiah's quick to run over to you, with conrad beside him with a shopping bag.

"nicole told me everything," your gaze met conrad's before he spoke again. "we broke it off, there's nothing happening between us anymore."

belly talks to jere for a moment, before the two boys hold the boat tarp open, creating a shield for you to change. taylor rips open the bag and belly hands you your clothes you were wearing earlier. one of conrad's sweatshirts you couldn't force yourself to get rid of, along with a pair of jean shorts and your dirty white converse.

"i'll go with jere," belly speaks up after you all are dressed. jeremiah throws the tarp in the back of his jeep, as belly jumps into the passenger side.

you share a glance with conrad, "i'll actually go with connie, if that's okay?"

taylor nods, before asking belly if she can join her and jeremiah.

the group disperses. now awkward silence fills conrad's car, with a pop song quietly playing on the radio. which was doing nothing to ease the tension between the two eighteen year olds.

"thank you," you finally break the tension in the car. you turn to conrad, who looks at you for a second.

"you know i'd come in a heartbeat when you call," his voice is soft.

you can't help but blush at his words.

"did you um," you think about how you're going to word your question, "did you mean what you said? about nicole?"

you watch conrad nod, "yeah. she told me she was done playing games with me, and then mentioned how college guys are waiting for her in boston."

you let out a laugh at the end of his response, making him chuckle as well.

"she always said she has a thing for older guys," you joke.

after a moment, conrad speaks again. "she also mentioned you."

your heart speeds up slightly at his words. what had she told him? your eyebrows furrow.

"she told me ever since last summer, i would hardly keep you out of my sight. she said something changed in me last summer, and she noticed, but didn't tell me. i guess she wanted me to figure it out for myself."

his words only confuse you more. he doesn't get an answer out of you right away, causing him to pull the car over to the curb, maybe less than ten minutes away from your own summer home.

"what did you have to figure out?" you watch as he turns to you, resting on hand on yhe steering wheel.

conrad takes in a small breath, "last summer i noticed you more than i did before, and it scared me. i realized things that i wish would've happened a long time ago."

he pauses, and you stare at him with intent, wanting him to continue.

"i know i pushed you away last summer, i ditched you for nicole, and i'm sorry. truly sorry y/n."

never in your life did you think conrad would apologize to you. in the foureen years you've known him, he's only apologized to you three times.

once, when he hit you in the head with a football when you both were seven. he was tossing it around with jeremiah and his father during one of susannah's fourth of july parties. you just so happened to be walking by the boys when the football hit the side of your head, hard.

second, when he accidentally bumped into you on the boardwalk, making you drop your ice cream during your eleventh birthday.

and third, when he made you cry at the end of summer three years ago. he mentioned not coming to the summer house the following year, and it destroyed you. he instantly apologized and to your surprised, showed up that following june.

now here he was again, apologizing. you couldn't take his words for granted, not knowing when you'd hear the two sacred words again.

you don't even realize he started talking again, continuing his long, thought out apology. however his words become fuzzy as one thought flows through your mind.

you lean forward, cutting off conrad with your lips connecting to his. a gasp leaves his lips and gets swallowed by yours. the kiss only lasts for two and a half seconds before you pull away.

you notice him look between your eyes and your lips, his cheeks were pink.

before you can start muttering out an apology, conrad's hand finds your cheek and he pulls you towards him. his thumb rests right beside your ear once his lips meet yours again.

a minute and seventeen seconds later, you both are smiling while panting slightly.

"i've known you had a thing for me since your fourteenth birthday y/n," conrad starts, "the birthday i got you that necklace."

your eyes trail down to the necklace you haven't taken off in the past four years. it was a simple silver chain with a butterfly in the middle. butterflies were possibly your favorite things in the world.

"i've never seen you take it off once," he spoke again.

"i was scared if i took it off after last summer, i'd fully lose you," your voice was now quiet.

conrad shakes his head, "i was the idiot who lost you. all because i was the scared one."

a few moments pass, and you can't help but giggle before you speak again.

"connie?"

he hums a response.

"kiss me again."

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kaicubus · 10 months

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Dating Conrad Fisher

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warnings ✩° : fluff headcanons.

pairing ✩° : conrad fisher x gn!reader

authors note ✩° : he’s so gentleman core...

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Dating Conrad isn't for the faint of heart in terms of emotional baggage. For him, it's hard to trust you, it's hard to trust anyone really, unless he really gets to know you and if you're willing to push to get to know him.

When he does trust you though, he's very sweet. His way of showing affection is always in private, friends in public lovers in private type of thing.

Conrad loves staring at you, he kind of has a staring problem though and drifts off into thought when he's looking at you, and sometimes he forgets that's what he's doing so when someone asks him a question, he'll respond while not taking his eyes off of you.

His love language I would imagine him to have is quality time. He loves spending time with you, talking to you, just knowing you see him worth your time.

He prefers sunsets and dusk fall since he can usually spend time with you there with no one bothering you two. He can also smoke in the night and not worry about being seen.

Conrad is SUCH a gentleman. He opens doors for you, scoots your chair out first and then pushes you in, and even gives you flowers when you don't even expect it. Though, he gives you roses on rare occasion because he thinks they're too classy for just showing up to your house, so he goes for tulips instead.

Speaking about his smoking, Conrad smokes a lot. Not a pack a day, but maybe like three a day. But if you ask him to cut back, it'll be difficult for him of course but Conrad WILL make the effort for you.

Conrad always smells sort of musky, not only because he smokes but because he has this dark cologne that makes him seem even more mysterious. When he gives you his hoodies, which he does very often, they always smell like that, and it's practically addicting.

Conrad is a very protective boyfriend. Protective may be an understatement though. With his hand always on your waist or arm around your shoulders, he's never too far from you. He doesn't talk a lot, but he's also not anti-social, he just doesn't love big crowds and such either.

Since he knows how to sail, boat ride dates are a must. Even if it's not on a powered boat, simply rowing out and just cuddling with him is a perfect date for the two of you.

He does NOT like talking about his feelings though, he actually avoids it frequently, so if the chance ever comes up to talk about them, he'll leave the room or switch the conversation instantly. Conrad's very open to talking about your feelings though, he's actually a great listener.

Conrad doesn't say 'I love you' every time he sees you, but he definitely makes the times he does count. Once the moment is right, he'll cup the side of your face and slowly inch in, making it seem like he's about to kiss you, and once your eyes are closed, that's when he whispers the words and pulls away with a calm and warm smile.

Gentle. GENTLE. Kisses. Always asking, “Is this ok?” “Can I kiss you?” “Are you ok?” UGRGHHHH!!

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vvingcolleen · 9 months

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Belly to Laurel: "You're embarrassed of me"

Me, watching Belly play with the feelings of two grieving, emotionally unstable brothers: "Honey, we're all embarrassed of you".

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liyahrantssometimes · 9 months

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Disclaimer: I love Jeremiah so pls don't hate on me for this post I just think that if Jelly stans can claim Conrad is so toxic ( and more toxic than Jeremiah) and the better choice they should be able to handle the truth about just how Jere is, was, and can continue to be.

You know it's so crazy to me that no one talks about how canonically Jeremiah stole Belly’s first kiss even though she literally told everyone just seconds prior not to kiss her because she didn’t give them permission. (“Hey, I’m a person you can’t just kiss me without my permission” and “Permission not granted to either of you”) in Book one (Chapter 28-pages 175-179) when Belly was 14 (which means Jeremiah being 14-15ish knew what he was doing, i don’t want to hear any excuses for him). Taylor was visiting and everyone was playing truth or dare and she dared Jeremiah to “Kiss somebody in this room right now” thinking he’d kiss her (her being Taylor). He responded “Easy” leaning towards Belly and kissed her. This here is Belly’s exact inner dialogue; “Before I could answer he kissed me right on the lips…I tried to push him off ,but he kept on kissing me, for a few more seconds. I pushed him off again, and he leaned back into the couch, as casual as can be…I couldn’t believe Jeremiah had stolen my first kiss like that. I had been waiting, wanting it to be special……….He had only done it to make Taylor jealous not because he liked me……My lips were no longer my own. They had been touched.” Do with this information what you will but it's 100% cannon that Jeremiah is a douchebag and basically doesn't care about consent. There were two other people in that room he could've kissed just to get his dare over with(Taylor and Steven) but instead he kissed Belly without her consent and proceeded to kiss her while she pushed him away.

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agent-tempest · 8 months

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Someone give Conrad a big warm hug

#my man deserves it #and so much more #conrad fisher #conrad tsitp #tsitp #tsitp season 2 #tsitp s2 #the summer I turned pretty #the summer I turned pretty season 2 #the summer I turned pretty spoilers #enya talks

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tell-me-when-ur-ready · 2 years

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okay these are my headcanons about the fisher boys in bed — Jere has a subby streak, praise kink, can’t be quiet to save his life; Conrad is soft and gentle, just wants to take care of you and make you feel good 🥺

#Can’t tell me I’m wrong😌#conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #conrad tsitp #Conrad smut #conrad x reader #jeremiah x reader

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arcadian-litterateur · 3 months

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could you write a fic about conrad fisher and his anxiety and panic attacks? like he’s visiting (along with everyone else) and his anxiety is really bad and steven tries to help him but he says he’s fine and then jeremiah finally talks to him and says he noticed that something was wrong and he tells him.

smth like that idk lol

the art wall | conrad fisher

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summary: could you write a fic about conrad fisher and his anxiety and panic attacks? like he’s visiting (along with everyone else) and his anxiety is really bad and steven tries to help him but he says he’s fine and then jeremiah finally talks to him and says he noticed that something was wrong and he tells him.

wc: 1.6k

warnings: season 2 spoilers (kinda), panic attacks, mentions of death

a/n: since you didn't specify when you wanted it to take place, i just kinda put it where i thought it might fit lol. i hope this is kinda what you were thinking? idk let me know ig. and feel free to request more, i loved this!

𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 worth bothering someone over.

That's what Conrad tells himself every time he has another panic attack, every time his own lungs close on him just because of emotional turmoil. He hasn't died from one yet, so he'll be fine, right? It's ridiculous to put this on someone else when he's dealing with it just fine on his own.

Besides, he's not sure anyone would really understand. Maybe Laurel, if he could work up the courage to talk to her, but she's away and besides, she probably hates him for breaking Belly's heart.

He really does have no one.

Steven tries to help, but he's in over his head, and Conrad can tell that it's draining him. He doesn't know how to help Conrad, and it's hurting him to keep failing at this. To keep failing at keeping Conrad's panic at bay. Steven hates feeling like a failure, and Conrad is just an imposition.

He thought maybe, just maybe, coming back to Cousins would help. Like maybe his mom's presence would just be here and she'd be able to calm his heart. But instead, his aunt was there, and now she's trying to take the house from him, because God forbid Conrad Fisher gets to keep one thing that reminds him of his mom. Now, Cousins is just another place the panic has seeped into; another place the anxiety has tainted.

It’s when they all come back from the Boardwalk and the house is empty; sterilized, that it all catches up to him. He feels that familiar sensation of the room getting too small, his chest starting to tighten, his thoracic cavity becoming too small to let his lungs expand. The room is spinning, or maybe just fading; either way, he’s going to pass out if he doesn’t get outside and breathe fresh air.

He grabs Steven’s hand and drags him down to the beach, a common occurrence nowadays. Steven doesn’t even have to ask anymore. He knows what Conrad needs. So the minute they get far enough away from the house, Conrad’s feet hitting the surf as the tide soothes his skin, Steven launches into a story about the two of them.

“You’ve already told me that one,” Conrad wheezes.

“Well, I’m running out of memories,” Steven retorts, causing Conrad to wince.

“Sorry, I—” he has to pause to try and suck a lungful of air into his aching chest— “It just doesn’t help if I’ve heard it before.” Steven sees the lack of oxygen starting to affect Conrad, watches as his best friend leans over with his hands on his knees.

“You probably shouldn’t compress your body even more,” Steven says, but Conrad just waves a hand.

“Can’t—can’t hold myself up anymore.” Steven frowns, growing worried. This panic attack is progressing faster—and more severely—than the others that Steven has helped Conrad through. And if his strategy from before isn’t working—

“Connie, I don’t know what to do. What do you need?” Steven is slightly panicked himself, pressing a hand to his chest to try and calm the racing of his heart. He knows that his panic will only intensify Conrad’s and that’s the last thing they need right now.

“I—I don’t know,” his best friend gasps, running a hand through his hair as he tries to breathe normally. His breaths are becoming heavier and more frantic, and Steven is feeling his own body start to shake in fear. It’s not getting better. It’s getting worse. He’s not helping—and he doesn’t know how to.

“I, I think you need Jeremiah,” Steven spits out, causing Conrad to inhale sharply and splutter.

“Wh—no! Steven, no!” he gasps weakly. “It’ll just make him angry. That I can’t hold it together.”

“It won’t make him angry!” Steven scoffs. “He loves you! He’s your brother, he’ll want to help you!”

“I don’t need help,” Conrad lies through his teeth. “I don’t need Jere.” Steven sighs, pulling out his phone.

“Conrad, I can’t help you. Nothing’s working. But Jere can. I know he can. Please let me call him and ask him to come out here.” Conrad just stands there, half bent over, wheezing, but after a few seconds he agrees begrudgingly.

When Jeremiah runs out to the beach, nerves written on his face, Steven tells him, “Connie’s having a panic attack. He’s been having ‘em, and I’ve been trying to help, but there’s only so much I can do. He needs you.” Jeremiah doesn’t argue, doesn’t cause a fight, which makes Steven think ‘I told you so, Conrad,’ but it’s not the time to rub this in his friend’s face, so he leaves the brothers to themselves. Trudges back to the house, wringing his hands as he hopes Jeremiah will be able to help Conrad.

Back on the beach, Conrad’s sitting down now, his legs so shaky that they can’t support his weight any longer. Jeremiah is immediately at his side, crouching down so they can talk, hands hovering in the air worriedly.

“Conrad? What can I do to help?” he says, doing a quick scan of his brother’s body to make sure he’s still breathing some.

“I—I need you to help me calm down,” Conrad gasps. “I’m—I’m panicked about losing everything. Need you to—tell me a story about us. Just us two. When we were little and everything was okay.” Jeremiah nods, scooting closer to Conrad on the sand, watching as his older brother presses a hand to his chest as if trying to shove his heart back inside.

“Can I rub your back?” Jeremiah asks, grateful when Conrad nods. Jeremiah starts to draw soothing circles along the fabric of Conrad’s shirt, thinking to himself for a moment before launching into a retelling of Conrad’s seventh birthday, when they’d drawn on the walls with Sharpies and ended up having an ‘art wall’ in their house for the rest of childhood.

“Mom wasn’t angry, surprisingly,” he recalls. “Dad definitely was, but he didn’t want to show it. Mom just grabbed a Sharpie herself and sat down next to us, telling us that from now on, this was the only place we could color on the walls. If we drew on the art wall, no one would care. But if we drew anywhere else…”

“We’d get a time-out and we’d lose the art wall,” Conrad butts in. Jeremiah glances over at his brother, hand pausing its soothing rub, noticing that Conrad is breathing slightly easier. “Thanks,” the boy in question adds. “You’re good at the storytelling thing, Jere.”

Jeremiah waves him off, “Oh, be quiet. You’re way better than me at telling stories.” Then his gaze turns serious, “Feeling a little bit better?”

“Much better, actually. Like I can actually breathe.” Jeremiah knows his brother is telling the truth when he lets out a breathy chuckle, obviously aching in his chest, but able to breathe again.

“Um—” Jeremiah doesn’t know how to broach the subject, but he takes a deep breath and goes for it anyway— “Are these, like, a common occurrence?” Conrad glances at his brother and then nods.

“Had ‘em ever since last summer. When I—when I found out about Mom. They’ve gotten worse since she died.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jere whispers, a pained look on his face. “I could’ve helped.”

“Frankly, I didn’t think you wanted to talk to me,” the older boy admits. “I figured if I told you, you’d think I was just playing a sympathy card.”

“No, no, I wouldn’t,” Jeremiah insists. “I love you so much, Connie. Even if I’m shit at showing it, I love you. And if you’re struggling, I really hope I’d never write that off. I…I’m here now, okay? Even if it didn’t seem like I would be before.” Conrad glances over at Jeremiah, a small look of embarrassment on his face.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you,” he mumbles, but his younger brother waves off the apology.

“Thank you, but you don’t need to apologize. I get it. You didn’t want to be a burden.” Conrad nods, and Jeremiah clasps his shoulder tighter, forcing him to make eye contact. “But, Connie, you aren’t a burden to me. And gosh—” he runs a hand along his face— “gosh, if I made you feel like a burden, I’m so sorry. You’re not a burden. You never have been. If anything, I’ve been one.” Conrad shakes his head silently, as if to give the reassurance right back to his little brother.

“Thanks, Jere,” he says quietly, leaning into his brother’s reassuring touch.

“Always, Connie,” Jeremiah insists. “I may not have been here for you during these before, but now I am. I’m here. I’m gonna be here. I’m gonna help you with this.” Conrad doesn’t answer that promise with words, just a small smile, but Jeremiah knows that he understands. That they’ve reached some kind of solid ground, where they both are bearing their insecurities.

“You can always talk to me,” the younger boy reminds his brother. Conrad grins, reaching over to ruffle his brother’s hair.

“Same goes for you,” he replies. Jeremiah seems to battle internally for a second before reaching over and hugging Conrad, squeezing him tight with such emotion and love that Conrad feels tears prick his eyes. After a few seconds, he hugs his brother back, a peace fluttering and settling over his soul for the first time in a long time.

He takes another deep breath, ignoring the ache in his chest as Jeremiah resumes rubbing his back. Together, like some kind of cheesy movie, they watch the waves in silence, but it’s not cheesy here. Right now, it’s the start of some kind of beginning. The beginning of two brothers becoming best friends again, maybe. Whatever it is, Conrad likes it. He’s at peace with it. So he sits there with his brother’s arms wrapped around him and watches the waves, feeling happy for the first time in a long time.

the end

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gxdsfavgal · 2 years

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Karaoke Night ☆✰

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 9 months

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

I've spent the last five days working on this one.

p.s. it's 2k words...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was done.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was trying to dodge the question.

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

‘’Then yes.’’

‘’How many times?’’

‘’Once.’’

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

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

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

‘’But if you had to say.’’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Supported each other through finals and all-nighters.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And held his hand through the rainiest times — literally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘’What are you doing?’’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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connie + shy!reader like she had a hard day at work or something and all she wants is a hug but is too afraid to ask

YES I LOVE THIS

you were glad that you and conrad had only planned a movie night and not a big date tonight. you probably would have canceled if you had. today had kicked you in the ass. three people yelled at you at work, your manager being one of them. you just needed conrad.

the ten minute drive from your work to your boyfriends house felt like an hour. the five second walk from the bottom of the driveway to the top, felt like twenty minutes. you had never been more relieved in your life when you finally reached the front door. shooting conrad a quick, 'let me in' text, regardless of the fact that he had told you multiple times you could come in on your own.

it was only a few seconds before the blonde had opened the door, "hi, baby," he smiled, moving out of the way in order to let you in. you smiled back, not saying anything as you made your way to his couch and set your bag down on it. he wasn't far behind you, sitting down on the couch and pulling you with him, "hi," he spoke once more.

"hi," you responded. you moved to dig through your bag, trying to get the pajamas that you swore you had packed. when you came to the conclusion that they were, in fact, not in there. "fuck," you mumbled, leaning back onto the couch with a sigh.

"what's the matter?" conrad asked, placing his hand on your knee.

you took a deep breath, afraid that you might start crying if you hadn't, "i forgot my stupid pajamas," you mumbled, running your fingers through your hair. you had said it like it was the end of the world, and conrad couldn't have been more confused as to why.

he looked at you, tilting his head, "it's alright. we can go upstairs, and you can have one of my tee shirts," he said, moving to stand up and offer you a hand to do the same. you nodded, taking his hand and following him up the stairs. conrad sat you down on his bed, opening his closet, "okay. want a sweater or a t-shirt?" the boy asked, turning around to face you.

you looked up at him, and he felt like he could cry when he realized how sad you looked. "just a t-shirt, please. can i have some sweat pants, too?" you requested, softly.

"anything for you." you got dressed into warm clothes when conrad finally decided to bring up the elephant in the room, "now, pretty. why do you look so sad?" he asked. you shook your head, not wanting to give him an answer. "that's okay. im great at guessing games," your boyfriend smiled, "hmm, are you tired?"

you shook your head.

"hungry?"

again.

"okay, okay. do you want a hug?" bingo. you nodded, looking up from your lap to make eye contact with him. he chuckled, immediately wrapping his arms around you. "y/n/n, baby. you never have to ask for a hug, you know that." he told you, the words muffled into your hair. "bad day at work?" he asked, earning a nod.

you pulled away after a few minutes, ready to talk, "im sorry, connie. it was just a really long day. i didn't mean to shut you out."

he looked at you like you had three heads, "it's okay. we all have bad days. let's go watch the movies," the boy suggested standing up and pulling you with him.

you watched five minutes of ten things i hate about you before you fell asleep.

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keerysfreckles · 3 months

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JUST FINISHED S1 OF TSITP AAAHHHHH IM SO?????? i sobbed. like a baby. THE ENDING SCENE WITH THE SADDEST PHOEBE BRIDGERS SONG??????

anyways 😁 NOW WRITING FOR CONRAD AND JEREMIAH FISHER!!!!!!!!!!!

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mntalbrakdown · 9 months

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doin’ time - C. Fisher

masterlist!

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

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

wc: 3.5k

a/n: i haven’t proofread this yet

gif from @thatonekimgirl

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

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

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

"but" Jumper continues

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

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

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

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

"so how are you and Conrad" Skye asks you

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

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

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

"he so very obviously likes you" Skye says

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

"what does that mean" Cam asks

"nothing" Skye and you say in unison

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

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

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

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

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

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

"fuck you both" you say flipping them off

"time and place" Cam says at lightning speed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"no" he says flustered

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

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

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

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

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

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

"wear a condom" you scream

"fuck off" Steven screams back

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

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

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

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

"cool" he says not knowing what else to say

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

"yeah" was the only thing muttered from Conrad

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

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

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

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

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

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

"bullshit" you say leaning against the railing

"everyone else picked up on it" Conrad says

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"booo" he says like a seven year

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

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

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

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

"we'll take yours asshole" Conrad says jokingly

"ewww gross" he says walking down the hall

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hey” Conrad said leaning his forehead on yours

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“let me hear you” Conrad whispered in your ear

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

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

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

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

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

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

“but-“

“please it’ll be quick”

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

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

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

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

“yeah” you say half moan half question

“fuck yeah” Conrad affirmed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what now” Conrad asked

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

“ok” he says with a polite smile

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a/n: i take requests!

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