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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 pt.2
a/n: it's finally here!! how long has it been?! first things first i want to say thank you to everyone who's been rooting for this fic!! I honestly hit a huge writers block and had no motivation to write!! but all the sweet messages from people saying they enjoyed my work has made me so happy!!! SO ONCE AGAIN THANK U AND I HOPE U ENJOY!! I tried my EXTRA HARDEST SO I HOPE THIS GIVES U THE CLOSURE YALL WANTED I LOVE YOU SM! ALSO THIS IS NOT PROOF READ SO PLEASE EXCUSE ANY MISTAKES!! I JUST WANTED TO FINALLY POST FOR U GUYS!!
It took a lot out of you not to stay in bed the next morning. The softness of your bed wrapped around your body gives you some sort of comfort. But of course, staying in bed would only make you feel worse. At least if you got up it would be easier to fake happiness. To no surprise, your phone was flooded with missed calls and texts from both Steven and Belly. Of course, you only responded to belly telling her that you'll explain your reasoning for ditching your "date" with Steven later.
Why did Steven even bother leaving you so many texts last night? If you were such a bother to him? Annoying. That's what he thinks you are. And what if you never heard those disgusting things he said about you? and went on the date with him? Would he just continue to lead you on?
Steven: waiting for you by the pool.
Steven: ur late
Steven: u look pretty even though i can't even see you. pls im starving
Steven: is belly holding you hostage?
Steven: it's been 18 minutes cmon.
Steven: the guys are going to laugh at me for being stood up I'm getting nervous.
Steven: did something happen are you okay?
Steven: belly is worried as well lmk.
You laughed at the messages blinking back angry tears that threatened to fall. Gosh! he was so fake. You could only imagine how relieved he must have been to not hang out with you.
Belly: have funnnn
Belly: no funny business!!
Belly: wait where did you go?!
Belly: Steven keeps pacing back and forth waiting for u
Belly: what’s going on?
Belly: just let us know ur okay
Belly: y/n ??!?!??
Y/n: hey, something came up last night sorry I had you worried. can u come over?
Belly arrived 20 minutes later. You spent the time together watching reruns of your favorite Disney show. “Do you want to talk about it?” Belly asked after a while, noticing something was bothering you.
“I overheard the guys talking about me last night.” You fiddled with the throw blanket that was on your lap. “At first it was just them teasing Steven about our date or whatever.” You took a deep breath upset that you felt like crying. “But Steven only agreed to hang out with me…” You paused blinking back tears. Belly moved closer immediately pulling you into a hug. “He only agreed to hang out with me…so I could stop annoying him! I honestly don’t know what I did wrong?” You pulled away from belly’s arms wiping your tears that had fallen.
“Maybe I was too forward? but I just wanted to see if he felt the same way…it was dumb.” You shrugged. Belly shook her head “Nope my brother is a fucking idiot!” she stood up taking your hand in hers and pulling you up. “I won’t let you mope around all day because of him!” You sighed “I don’t even have a choice do I?” Belly laughed shaking her head. “What do you say we go to the boardwalk? Taylor’s coming in today too” she smirked.
“And maybe someone would be happy to see you I don’t know” she whispered with a grin. “What are you talking about?” You questioned. “Well you know Xavier..the one that works the lemonade stand?” You nodded your head yes. “Well, he totally has the hots for you.” You cringed at her word choice. “He does not!” You laughed. “Oh, he does! you were too busy ogling my brother last summer you didn’t notice him ogling you.” she poked your side teasingly.
“Now let’s go!”
~
“Stay still before I poke your eye out” Taylor groans finishing up your eyeliner. You were now at the Fisher’s beach house getting ready to go down to the boardwalk. You laugh pulling away “I think that’s enough…if you make my eyeliner any thicker I’d cry!” Taylor playfully pushes your head away. “Sorryyyyy i want to make Xavier fall to his knees when he sees you!” You frown when she brings that name up. Sure, Xavier was a nice guy…and he was cute…but he wasn’t Steven.
You’d always imagined Steven being your first everything. First kiss, first date, first time. It was something you’d dreamt of all this time.
“Yeah…im going to get a snack before we head out do y’all want anything?” You ask heading towards the door. Both girls gave you a sympathetic smile shaking their heads no.
As you reached the kitchen you stopped in your tracks. Steven turned from looking into the fridge. You made eye contact for about 5 seconds before you beelined for the cabinets. “Hey,” Steven broke the silence as you pulled out a granola bar. You felt the warmth of his stare and turned finding him now leaning against the counter. “Hey…” you whispered looking anywhere but his face. “So you gonna tell me what happened last night?” Steven crossed his arms around his chest.
“Just didn’t feel up for it anymore ..” You shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s it?” Steven scoffed. “Yeah…that’s it” you whispered about to walk away. “What’s going on? I’m like so confused right now.” Steven gently gripped your arm. “Nothing just forget it…it’s not like you wanted to go anyways.” you rolled your eyes. “And what makes you think that?” He muttered eyes scouring your face for the truth. “Um, I don’t know let’s see …you quite literally ignored me this entire week!” You responded sarcastically.
“I didn’t mean to. I had a lot of shit on my mind alright?” Steven uttered softly. It almost felt genuine. The words he spoke just last night almost became liquid. “Yeah like what?” You whispered eventually looking into his eyes. “You can tell me..” You spoke gently stepping into him closer. No matter how much he’s hurt you. Steven would always make you melt. “Nothing let’s just forget about it…he pulled away opening up the fridge once again.”
It was like a switch was flipped. How he went right back to that cold shoulder he had been giving you all week. “You're a fucking asshole” You spewed, already ready to walk out of the kitchen. “Where are you going?” He abruptly spoke again. “The boardwalk…you know? so I won’t annoy you here.” With that, you left a confused and remorseful Steven behind.
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“Hey, look y/n why don’t you go get a lemonade?” Belly suggested with an eyebrow raise. Shit. you were hoping they forgot about that. “Guys I don’t feel up for this..” You pouted looking between both Taylor and Belly. “Noooo go talk to him! you look hot as fuck.” Taylor gently grabbed your face giving you a mini pep talk.
“What if Xavier wants to hang out..I cant just ditch you guys?!?” You were stalling and they knew it. “We’ll be here waiting for you” Belly smiled. “Just try to have fun alright? But hey if you don’t really want to do it …we’ll back off” She narrowed her eyes at Taylor. “No…I’ll go” You laughed giving both of them a hug “Thank you guys.i really appreciate this.” You’d definitely still be moping around in your room about Steven if it wasn’t for Belly and Taylor. They both wished you luck as you headed straight for the lemonade stand.
As soon as he spotted you. The biggest smile spread across his face. “y/n? damn, it’s been so long” Xavier greeted you with a hug. “It’s only been a year!” You playfully ruffled his curly hair that sat atop his head. “That’s way too long…I enjoy seeing pretty girls year-round.” He spoke smoothly, he definitely knew how to talk to girls. “Shut up” You laughed pushing him away with not that much force.
“I have an hour lunch break…you up for arcade games?”
~
“So…you seeing anyone?” Xavier asked as he ate a scoop of his mint chocolate chip ice cream. You thought about it for a moment. Technically no you weren’t seeing anyone. But you knew you were still hung up on Steven. A day at the boardwalk with Xavier wouldn’t change that. “It’s complicated…I guess” Xavier sighed “I've been there…it’s rough” You nodded you were curious as to what he meant but you didn’t want to be nosey.
“Hey, look they have street fighter..” Xavier smirked. “Want to go a couple of rounds?” You nodded immediately pulling him towards the game. “Mhhm loser buys the winner a funnel cake!” You suggested with a chuckle. “Ouuu im so down y/n” Xavier squeezed your hand that held his quickly striding towards the arcade game.
Just two more steps, Just two more steps and you’d be fine. The rowdy yelling completely threw you off. You stopped in place looking behind you where the voices were coming from. You had no time to move out of the way, no time to prevent this from happening.No time to stop the trio of boys that you knew all too well. Suddenly a body collided with Xavier, the force immediately making your intertwined hands lose. “Dude, what the fuck?” Xavier groaned. It was then that you snapped back into reality. Eyes wide when you noticed Xavier’s ice cream now all over his shirt.
“What’s up? how are we doing?” That voice full of humor made you scoff. Steven stood tall a smile on his face. You hated that it kind of made your heart flutter. “Steven, what is your problem?” You gestured towards Xavier’s now ice cream stained shirt. “He’ll be fine y/n it’ll wash out.” Steven laughed, but once he noticed you didn’t find this funny at all he frowned. “I’m sorry man, I just came over to say what’s up..” You ignored Steven’s apology not believing he meant it. “Hey want me to help you get cleaned up?” You asked Xavier voice full of concern.
“No.I got it…I’ll see y’all later.” Xavier spoke nonchalantly as he walked away. When he was out of eyesight you brushed past steven heading out the door.
“Y/n” Steven immediately followed behind you. His long legs make it easier for him to catch up with you. “You embarrassed me” You stopped outside the arcade, letting him pull you to the side. “Embarrassed? sorry to interrupt your little date” Steven scoffed. “It's not a date we were just hanging out, why do you care?” You groaned running your hands down your face. “Maybe because just yesterday you were supposed to hang out with me?” Steven spoke definitively.
“Oh my god, just earlier you agreed to forget about it,” you said with an eye roll. “It was dumb, stop acting like you care just go home Steven I did you a favor.” He shook his head “What are you talking about right now?” Steven pulled you in closer, one of his hands placed on your waist. The other coming to the side of your face, willing you to look at him.
“I heard you.i heard everything,” you spoke up voice hoarse. Steven’s heart carried pain at the tears that stood brimming in your eyes. The realization was clear when he made the connection. “And you know..who cares what Jeremiah and Conrad think! what hurt the most was you.” You shrieked. You hated that you were crying in front of him. You hated that when he hauled you against his chest you felt secure.
“I'm sorry baby... I'm sorry” Steven sounded voice vulnerable. Leaving kisses atop your head. “Why would you say that?” you sobbed breaking down in front of the boy who caused it. “I didn't mean any of it” Steven brought your face between his hands once again. “But you said it..it still fucking hurts Steven.”
You wiped your face getting prepared to pull away and walk back home.
“Wait, please let me talk to you.” Steven begged. “okay” you replied being prepared to cry all over again. “My head has been all fucked up..and that isn't an excuse I know” Steven looked down as if he couldn't construct the next words. “Please don't shut me out.” you pleaded gently. “I want you...i have all this time.” Steve confessed for the first time.
“—And I didn't want to fuck anything up we've..been so close all our lives if I ever messed that up I would never forgive myself.” It's as if you were dreaming, the boy you loved stood in front of you disclosing his feelings for you. “And what? this whole week of you acting cold towards me, were you trying to avoid your feelings?” Steven bobbed his head “Yes, if I lied to myself it would make lying to everyone else easier because the fucking truth is I want you so bad” You didn't tell him but at that moment you forgave him.
“And you called me the annoying one?” You giggled pushing on his chest gently. “Right now we could have been making out on the beach….but noo you had to be a brooding boy” Steven tickled your side, causing you to squirm in his arms. “Yeah, my fault can I kiss you now? been practically wanting to my whole life.” Steven threw his head back fake pouting setting one hand over his chest. You figured you'd throw his words right back at him. “You're so desperately desperate”
Steven smirked “Yeah for you? I am” Those words welcomed a whole lot of beautiful feelings. At that moment is when Steven bent down bringing his lips down onto your own. As your lips moved together, butterflies erupted in your belly. You smiled against his lips when you both needed a breath. “Hey, by the way, your not off the hook.. I'm still sort of pissed at you.” You declared pointing a finger into his chest.
“Yeah, I figured” He laughed wrapping his arms even tighter around you. “How about I make it up to you this whole week? I'm taking you out on dates…ill even get on my knees if I have to. I'm going to follow you around like a puppy.” Steven rambled on. You laughed out loud covering your mouth with your hands. “Oh, it's funny?” Steven raised an eyebrow suggestively. “Yeah, you're such a loser.” You joked.
Before Steven could respond you tugged him into another kiss. Perhaps everything wasn't one hundred percent fixed. But you and Steven were finally here together. You and Steven were finally in each other's arms that's all that mattered. You’d figure out the rest together.
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Fault (Chapter Two)
“I don’t want to go back,” You whisper, your hand swirling patterns across Conrad’s chest.
He hums, his fingers trailing gently up and down your arm, “Maybe we just never go back again.”
You giggle, “Yeah we could live out of your truck, go town to town.”
“Travel the coast, then do all the states, settle down on a ranch somewhere,” Conrad continues, “They’d never find us.”
“I think that’s the only way we’re getting out of this,” You take a deep breath, “They hate us.”
“They don’t hate us,” Conrad returns, “They’re just angry.”
You lean up onto your elbows and turn your gaze to him, “Did you hear them Con? Because it sounded pretty close to hate.”
He chuckles, “How could anyone hate you?”
You narrow your eyes, “Don’t try to be cute, this is a problem Conrad.”
He wraps his arms around your waist, “We’ll deal with it, okay? We’ll figure it out.”
The two of you had left the house not long after you’d argued with Belly. He’d told you that it wasn’t good for you to stay there when you were upset and you’d agreed. The pair of you had left and got into his car, drove your way around Cousins until you returned back to the beach, wrapped in each others arms on the sand.
“I never wanted it to happen like this,” You say to Conrad, eyes flicking between each of his.
He shakes his head, fingers moving up to brush your hair away from your face, “I don’t think they’d have been happy however it happened.”
You let out a deep breath and nod, “Okay, there’s only so long we can stay on the beach.”
Conrad hums, tightening his grip around you so that you fall onto his chest, “Five more minutes.”
———
The drive back is silent, both of you anticipating the worst. You both walk into the house quietly and, by now, it’s dark like everyone is asleep. You swallow the lump in your throat.
Conrad walks a step beside you, his hand on the small of your back as if it was the slightest comfort that he could offer. You both trail upstairs and you pause as soon as you’re there.
“I can’t-“ You stop yourself, “Belly won’t want me in her room.”
Conrad nods, “I know, come on.”
The two of you walk down towards his room instead, and he closes the door behind you. His room always seems colder than the rest of the house - he hated when it got too hot. His bed is made, but there’s always creases in the comforter where he doesn’t pull it tight to the corners. There’s a photoframe on his bedside table with a picture of all of you from last summer - you’d never noticed it before but he’d never been looking at the camera, his eyes had been on you.
“Here, you can take a top,” Conrad offers, “And I can turn the heat on if you think it’s too cold, and there’s probably a-“
“Con,” You say softly, “It’s fine.”
He turns to you and scratches a hand at the back of his neck, “I’ve… I’ve just never done this before.”
You narrow your eyes, “Never done what?”
“Well, like,” He gestures at you, “Had a girl stay over.”
You let out a laugh, “Conrad Beck Fisher you can’t be serious.”
He rolls his eyes at you, “Why wouldn’t I be serious?”
“I don’t know, I just thought you would’ve had an ex girlfriend or something stay here, or like Nicole when you guys had that thing going on?”
He shakes his head, “Nope, you’re the first.”
“Well, I’m honoured,” You smile, taking the t-shirt from his hands.
You turn around and face the other side of his room as you get changed, a misplaced gesture all things considered between you and Conrad. But, you only realise once you turn back around, that he’d turned away too - that shy side still inside of him even with you. You both climb into the bed and he instantly stretches out an arm to let you rest on his chest, his fingers trailing up and down your arm.
“I-“ You croak into a whisper, “I’m scared we’re going to lose them Con.”
He holds you a little tighter, “I’m not going to let that happen.”
And, in that moment, you believe him.
———
It’s barely even morning when you wake up, darkness only just dissipating outside, still no signs of sun. Conrad is fast asleep beside you, his arms around your waist, his chest pressed against your back. You shift from under his arm and sit on the edge of the bed, running a hand through your hair. Your chest felt tight and it had felt ever since yesterday like you were constantly on the verge of tears. You didn’t know where to even begin. In one day it felt like everything had been flipped on it’s head- over carelessness? blind emotion? or simply just love?
You step out of Conrad’s room and turn down the corridor towards the bathroom, stopping in your tracks almost instantly as you close the bedroom door behind you.
Belly’s door opens at the exact same time, her frozen in the doorway just as you were.
“Hey,” You break the silence softly, quietly.
She swallows the lump in her throat and runs a hand through her hair, “I’ll use the bathroom downstairs.”
“Wait Belly please,” You step forward towards her before she gets to the stairs, “Please stop.”
She glances back at you at the top of the stairs but ignores whatever thought had crossed her mind, hurrying down before you have another chance to stop her.
You feel your bottom lip tremble and your chest tighten even more, desperate to reach out for a friendship you weren’t ready to lose.
You go into the bathroom and wipe your eyes, letting out a shaky breath against the mirror. How had all of this all happened? How had the last few days flipped things around this much? Were you selfish for admitting how you felt about Conrad? Even more selfish for acting on it? Or was this the first time in a long time you’d felt like you could be happy?
Your breath settles and the tears have stopped and you make your way back over to Conrad’s room, opening the door cautiously so as to not wake him.
When you step back over to the bed, the mattress dips and Conrad groans a little as he wakes up. You settle in beside him and he pulls you right up against his chest, his chin resting against your shoulder.
“Are you okay?”
You settle your hands over his arms on you, as if wanting to hold onto the moment, “I’m okay.”
“What’s the time?” He mumbles, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder.
“Um,” You let out, still a shake in your voice, “I don’t know.”
“Too early,” Conrad grumbles, pushing himself closer against you as if there was any space to remove.
You breath in deeply as he falls asleep against you, clingy and comfortable and soft. And you’re happy. You know you are. Beyond anything else, he made you happy.
———
You don’t get much sleep after that, waking up every twenty minutes and eventually settling on remaining awake. Conrad stays asleep until gone 10, groaning and tightening his hold around you as if making sure you were still there.
“Morning,” He mumbles, inhaling deeply.
“Morning,” You respond, holding him a little tighter, “Did you sleep okay?”
Conrad wiggles his arms around you until you turn in his hold, facing him. He blinks until it’s as if he’s woken up for the second time, pulling away from you enough so that he can see your face, he frowns;
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“No- nothing, I’m just tired.”
Conrad pauses for a second before seemingly opting to believe you, “You can stay in bed longer if you want, I can get us breakfast.”
“No, that’s okay, we should probably face the music soon anyway,” You take a deep breath, “I think… I was thinking, it might be better if we just keep our distance from each other a little. At least until everything calms down.”
Conrad raises his brows, “Keep our distance?”
“Well, nothing big, just maybe try to avoid being too couple-y in front of them, just while we’re figuring things out,” You continue, “It’ll just make things worse if they see us acting like-“
“Yeah, you’re right,” Conrad assures you, “We’ll keep it on the down low.”
“Okay.”
Both of you are silent, as if revelling in each others company for just a moment longer before you both decide to get up. He slips a hoodie on over his bare torso and you switch his top out for one of your own - better than them seeing you in his clothes. Conrad follows behind you as the two of you walk out of his room, trailing down the stairs to your waiting dread.
You stop on the bottom step when you hear it.
“I don’t get it man, I thought they were meant to be best friends,” Steven’s voice says, “How can you do that to someone?”
“Yeah well I don’t think she cared about how Belly would react,” Jeremiah this time.
“Clearly not, she knew how Belly felt. We all knew Belly was waiting for Conrad,” Steven continues.
Conrad places his hand on your back, stepping past you to walk ahead.
“Morning boys,” Conrad starts as he walks into the kitchen, you still on the stairs watching his figure retreat.
“Morning,” Steven clears his throat.
You can feel your hands shaking, your heart seemingly clenching under the pain. Your breath is shaky too, as you step forward and eventually follow into the lounge.
“Hey,” You say softly, wrapping your arms around yourself.
“I-“ Steven looks at you awkwardly, “I didn’t know you were awake.”
“Um,” You drag a hand through your hair, “Yeah, I can go if you want me to-“
“No, no,” Steven shakes his head, “It’s fine.”
Jeremiah looks between you and Conrad and rolls his eyes, walking out towards the door. You bite your lip to stop it from trembling, trying to shake even the slightest of worries from your head.
“He’s just-“ Steven stops himself, “I think we’re all just figuring it out, them two more than me.”
“You know (Y/n)‘s not to blame for this Steven,” Conrad comments, turning around from where he’d been filling the kettle at the sink, “So you can cut the whole ‘what was she thinking’ act.”
“I didn’t-“ Steven stops himself, glancing at you, “I was just surprised, okay? It seemed a little out of the blue.”
Conrad goes to cut in to defend you but you speak before he gets the chance;
“I never meant to hurt Belly,” You say, shaking your head quickly, “I love her. But ever since we were little we’ve come to Cousins and it’s been about her and Conrad - we go back home and she talks about him, and we’re here and she talks about him, and everything went back to him. And I love her, I do. But I’m allowed to be happy. And I can’t control how I feel and I can’t control how Conrad feels and you can hate me if you want but I-“
Steven stands up instantly when he sees the tears spilling over your eyes, the way your whole body seems to tremble, “Hey, hey, hey, please don’t cry, I don’t know what to do when girl’s cry.”
“I know I’m the worst and I’m so sorry Steven, I never wanted this to happen,” You let out a sob and Conrad steps over almost within the second.
He stops, however, as Steven wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him as your hands fly to your face to catch the tears spilling from you. Steven holds you tightly and glances over at you to Conrad, noticing the way his whole body seems tense at the sight of you upset. He sees it then.
“I’m sorry for what I said,” Steven says softly, pulling away from you, “I just- I didn’t know. And I know what Belly’s like and she’s my sister and I don’t like seeing her upset.”
You nod, looking down at your feet. Conrad hands over a tissue to you and you smile with as much as you can muster.
“If you like him, if he likes you, then there’s no reason why the two of you shouldn’t be able to act on that,” Steven continues, “I might see that now but it’ll take a while before my sister does. And Jere.”
Conrad clenches his jaw, “I’m sick of feeling like this is our fault. What are we supposed to do? Hold off just to keep them happy?”
You sniff, “Con…”
“(Y/n) come on!” He half-laughs, “We’re adults. We’re allowed to do this.”
“Tell that to my sister,” Steven scoffs, patting Conrad on the chest, “I think she’ll disagree.”
He walks out of the room, leaving you and Conrad in each other’s company once again. His eyes fall to you, softening almost instantly.
“We’re not doing anything wrong, darling,” He speaks so gently you almost melt into the words, your whole being seeming to relax just enough that you could believe him.
“It doesn’t feel like that,” You let out a small laugh, dragging the tissue under your eyes to clear away the remaining tears, “God, I hate this.”
Conrad nods, “But you know what you don’t hate?” He walks around to the other side of the kitchen island, tapping his hands on the countertop, “Pancakes!”
———
You still hadn’t seen Belly all morning. But the most you could convince yourself of now was that at least Steven didn’t hate you. Things could be worse. That was one of three, right?
You’d showered, got changed, and convinced yourself a thousand times that nothing could be worse than it already had been. Though, when you came downstairs again, that same sinking feeling of dread hit you.
“(Y/n)?” It’s Laurel’s voice and you instantly wince.
You step past the door to the lounge and look inside, seeing her sat there, “Hey, is everything okay?”
“Do you have a minute?” Laurel offers, shifting on the couch enough as if gesturing for you to sit beside her.
You nod silently and sit down beside her, swallowing the lump in your throat.
“So I’m guessing you know that Belly told me what’s happened,” Laurel begins, “Or, at least, what is happening.”
You let out a sigh, “I’m so sorry Laurel I never meant to-“
She lifts a finger as if to stop you, “I wasn’t expecting you to apologise.”
“Wh-“
Laurel smiles softly, reaching out and taking your hand, “A few summers ago, probably more than a few now, Conrad came inside when all of you were playing in the garden. He came in and I could just see this look on his face, he was just watching all of you. He turned around to me, so innocently, and asked how I’d known that I loved Belly and Steven’s father. I remember thinking, God this kid is too young to be talking about love. But he looked out of that window and it felt like I could really see it. For years I thought he was looking at Belly, like she was the one he would love eventually, but last summer I realised it wasn’t her; he was looking at you.”
You feel the lump form in your throat, less one of nerves and more one of overwhelming emotion.
“Belly’s your best friend and you can’t lose her. But if you look at Conrad the same way he looked at you all those years ago, you can’t lose him either,” Laurel continues, squeezing your hand gently.
You glance out of the window where Conrad is walking across the grass, running a hand through his hair. Laurel looks at you and smiles without your eyes returning to hers, too captured by the boy walking towards the house.
“Belly will understand eventually,” Laurel assured you, standing up from the couch and heading back out.
She stops at the door as Conrad is just about to open it, his hand reaching for the handle as she opens it in front of him. He looks at her almost nervously, concerned for her reaction. But she simply smiles and reaches for his hand, squeezing it in the same way she had done for yours. He steps inside, his eyes searching for you instantly.
“What was that about?” He frowns, glancing back at where Laurel had just left.
You stand up from the couch and smile, “Just talking.”
He narrows his eyes at you as if suspicious, “If you say so.”
Conrad steps the short distance over to you until his feet almost bump with yours. He smiles when you look up at him.
“I got you something at the store,” Conrad begins, his hands held behind his back.
“What did you get me?” You grin, feeling the way your cheeks seem to heat under his gaze.
“Fresh doughnuts,” He pulls a bag out from behind his back and smiles, “The ones you always say are your favourites.”
“Ugh you’re the best!” You beam, taking the bag from him, “They never normally have them anymore an-“
You’re both interrupted as Susannah comes to the door, stopping, “Oh sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt, I’ll leave you to-“
“You’re not interrupting Mom,” Conrad says softly, turning to face her as his shoulder bumps yours.
“Well, I just thought I’d tell you that we’re having a party tonight, a last minute thing really,” She explains quickly, “I want you all to dress up like the 80s.”
“Dress up?” Conrad scoffs, “Mom Im not going to-“
You hit his arm quickly.
“I’ll dress up.”
You grin at his instant change of heart and Susannah mouths a silent ‘thank you’ to you, disappearing in a hurry to go off to tell the others.
“What do you even wear for an 80s theme?” Conrad groans.
You pat him on the chest, “We’ll find you something.”
———
The whole day had gone by and you still hadn’t seen Belly. You’d been out by the pool and Conrad had gone surfing, you’d made your lunch in the kitchen and he’d been up in his room, you’d made every effort to be separate from him for the chance encounter you might have with Belly.
But nothing.
Nothing from her, nothing from Jeremiah.
You go into the room you shared with her, assuming she’d still be absent, and start to rummage through your suitcase for anything that could mildly resemble an 80s theme.
When the door creaks open, you feel your stomach drop.
Belly.
“I-“ You start as you make eye contact with her, “Sorry, I just needed to find something to wear.”
Belly shrugs, wrapping her arms over her chest, “It’s your room as much as it is mine.”
You stand up from your suitcase and clear your throat, “I don’t know why I thought I’d find something, I don’t own anything remotely 80s.”
She doesn’t respond.
“Do you-“ You pause, “Do you know what you’re going to wear?”
“Susannah let me borrow some bits,” She looks down at the clothes her arms are wrapped around.
“Oh, right yeah, that’s good,” You nod, looking around the room as if seeking anything that you could talk about next, “I’ll get out of your way if you-“
“You can wear something here if you want,” Belly interrupts, “If you’ve not got anything.”
“Um, yeah, that would be great, thanks Bells,” You smile, “I’ll just… I’ll have whatever you don’t want.”
The two of you stand in silence again as if every word has disappeared.
“God, Belly, this is so weird,” You exhale, “I hate not talking to you.”
“Yeah,” She runs a hand through her hair, looking down at her feet, “It’s weird.”
“Right?” You exclaim, “I mean, this is the longest I’ve ever gone without speaking to you. I feel like it’s been forever.”
“It feels like it,” She chews on her bottom lip.
“I’m so sorry Belly,” You sigh, “I- I never meant to hurt you, I never wanted that to happen.”
She doesn’t speak.
“I just- I got so caught up in all of it and I was just so terrified of telling you that I thought maybe I could wait it out. But I was so terrified of losing you that it just felt better to not tell you,” You shake your head, “I’m just… I’m sorry. The last thing I wanted was to hurt you but I just-“
“Why did you do it (Y/n)? I mean, why didn’t you tell me how you felt about him?” Belly shrugs, “Why didn’t you talk to me about it?”
“Belly…” You pause, taking a deep breath, “Ever since we first started coming to Cousins, I was always ‘Belly’s best friend’. We’d go and see people and I wasn’t (Y/n), I was just Belly’s friend. And I was always fine with it because that’s what I was, you know? That’s who I am, I know I’m not one of this family you’ve got here, I get that. And so that whole time I was just there to see you, to spend summer with my best friend. And when you first told me that you liked Conrad, that just felt like another part of spending summer with you. It didn’t matter what I thought or how I felt, because I was there for you. I guess… that just felt like it changed a couple of summers ago. It was little things, really. And then I got home after that summer and realised that I had to think of myself too - and it was Conrad that I liked. And it wasn’t because you liked him too or because you wanted him, it was just me. When Conrad kissed me this summer it felt exactly like that. It was me and it was him and for the first time I felt like I was here because I belonged here. You’ve been the best friend to me Belly, but in that moment I just had to think about myself, what I wanted. And when he kissed me I knew that’s what it was, it was him.”
She looks at you and her features seem to soften, the tension in her shoulders seems to relax - just a little.
“I’m sorry that I hurt you Belly, but I can’t be sorry that I fell for Conrad,” You shake your head, “I can’t be sorry for choosing myself.”
“Okay,” Belly croaks out, her voice hoarse and weak, “I understand.”
You’re the one lost for words this time, unsure of yourself.
“Thank you,” Belly says calmly, “Um, I should probably start to get ready. I’ll see you in a bit.”
She walks over to the vanity and you have no choice but to leave the room, scooping together your clothes and makeup bag and walking out. Your chest felt tight but in a more manageable sort of way, like you could live with it - slightly at ease.
When you step into the room, Conrad stands upright from the bed, a furrow of worry between his brows.
“So?” He looks at you, testing the waters for if you’d crumble in front of him.
You simply shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know, Con.”
His features soften and he reaches out for your hand, squeezing it tightly, “It’ll be okay.”
You nod just a little, “I hope so.”
“Um,” He glances around the room, “Okay, you need to help me choose what to wear.”
You sit down at his desk and bring your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs, chin resting on your kneecaps. Conrad lifts up a few tops on clothes hangers and holds them up but he pauses as soon as he sees you. You look so innocent just like that and he wonders how anyone has it in them to be mad at you. He knew your heart, pure, and he knew your mind, honest. And he’s suddenly terrified of the thought of ever seeing you hurt like this.
“Hey,” He walks over and crouches down in front of you until his head is level with yours, “I want you to believe me, okay? We’re going to figure this out. However long it takes, however hurt they are, there’s an end to it.”
You smile just a little but your eyes close as if you’re fighting every morsel of your being to not cry there and then.
Conrad thinks of a million things he could say, the thought of eight letters, three words, comes to mind but he pushes it back for now. He could tell you it would be okay, that he could handle it, that he wasn’t leaving you, that this would all be worth it. But he suppresses every word that comes to mind, leans forward instead to press a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger there for a moment longer. He feels you lean into him, feels the worry just slip away from you momentarily as if he can share in it for just a second.
You had him. And he’d do everything he could to remind you of that.
———
By the time the evening rolls around, you and Conrad are somewhat ready for the party. He’s changed into the only top he owns that looks remotely on theme and you’re wearing a hot pink bodysuit and black shorts - both of you half on theme at least. You fix your curled hair in the mirror once more, double checking your appearance as Conrad comes up behind you, placing his hands on your waist.
“Come on,” He leans into you, “We can do this.”
You turn in his arms until you’re facing him, looping your hands behind his neck, “Or we run away.”
He sways with you just a little back and forth as if pondering the option, “Maybe tomorrow.”
You lean in and press a quick kiss to his lips and he moves his hand down to lace with yours, guiding both of you out of the room when it felt near impossible to move your feet. He holds your hand all the way downstairs until you reach where the party is in full swing, his grip releasing on you to instead press to the small of your back.
“Do you want a drink, darling?” He says into your ear and you nod, looking at him as he pushes through the crowd of people to get to the kitchen.
You turn towards the garden and see Steven, Belly and Jeremiah all stood outside, Steven evidently trying to make them both laugh. For a moment you’re sure that things will be fine, and you push open the door without a second thought. But you stop. There’s a sadness on Belly’s face that no smile could hide, and an anger in the clench of Jeremiah’s jaw that it was impossible to ignore.
“Hey, (Y/n)!” Steven waves to you, “Get over here, I need you to back me up on this.”
You swallow the lump in your throat and walk over, instantly relaxing a little as Steven throws an arm over your shoulder. You glance at Belly and Jeremiah and they both offer you small smiles. Your chest feels less tense.
“Alright one million dollars to go in the ring with Mike Tyson, no head guards, like 10 ounce gloves,” Steven explains, “Are you doing it?”
“Um,” You clear your throat, “No, I would absolutely die.”
“Oh come on!” Steven exclaims.
“Told you she’d agree with us,” Belly shrugs, glancing at you momentarily.
The four of you fall silent again.
“Alright guys please talk it out or something, this is fucking awkward,” Steven rolls his eyes.
“Im not mad at you, (Y/n),” Jeremiah assures you, “I just- needed to clear my head today.”
“Yeah, and I’m glad we spoke about things earlier,” Belly adds, “But-“
They glance at each other and then back at you.
“Guys…” Steven begins as if warning them about whatever would happen next.
“He’s going to break your heart, (Y/n).”
You feel your heart sink, the weight seemingly hitting your shoulders. As much as they weren’t mad at you, they couldn’t be happy for you. And something about that felt worse. Every day, every week, every summer, they’d be waiting for the moment when Conrad proved them right. When you’d come running to them and say ‘I wish I’d listened’. And you couldn’t live like that. They were waiting for some fucked up version of inevitable and you couldn’t stand under their gaze waiting for it to happen.
“He’s playing games,” Jeremiah persists, “He’s spent years knowing how Bells felt about him, like literally forever. And he knew how I felt about you. Conrad’s like this, he likes to be in control. And being with you gives him that control.”
You feel your mouth run dry, a ringing in your ears like your mind was begging you not to listen to them.
“He’s not one for relationships,” Belly chimes in and your blurry eyes turn to her, “He’s going to drop you and we just… we don’t want to see you get your heart broken.”
They’d never be happy for you.
“I-“ You croak out, eyes flooded with tears yet to fall.
“Guys seriously, cut it out,” Steven persists, “You’re upsetting her.”
“I ju-“ Your voice cracks and you shake your head, a million thoughts running through your mind.
Not a single one of those thoughts believed what they were saying. But all you could think about was going the rest of your summers with people that were waiting for you to crumble, and you couldn’t do it. Every move Conrad made, they’d be waiting. Every day you seemed slightly less than yourself, they’d be expecting it. They were so far from being happy for you, that they were waiting for you to fail.
Almost too perfectly timed, the door opens once more and it’s Conrad who steps out. You’re sure his heart must swell at the sight of the four of you from afar, as if something about the past few days had just healed. But the closer he steps, the same unbreaking tension hits him too.
“Wh- what’s going on?” He frowns, looking between all of them before his eyes settle on you, “(Y/n)?”
You glance up at him and you know for certain in that moment that he won’t break your heart. That, in fact, he’d do every single thing in his power to do the exact opposite of that. Whatever happened, whatever would change, breaking your heart was never going to be part of his plans. But this couldn’t go on. You’d lose everybody. And so would Conrad. And you couldn’t be the person waiting around watching him slip away from the people he called family.
“I can’t-“ You look into his eyes and yours seem to soften, reflecting the worry of his own, “I can’t do this.”
Before anyone has the chance to stop you, you turn around on your heel and hurry across the garden and back into the house.
“(Y/n)!” You hear Conrad call after you but it falls onto deaf ears.
He turns back to the others and frowns, glancing between them all as if waiting for an explanation.
“Wh- what did you do?” He croaks out, his entire body flooding somewhere between worry and anger.
“You’re going to hurt her, Conrad,” Jeremiah shrugs, “We can’t let you do that to her.”
“Hurt her?” Conrad scoffs, “You think I’m going to hurt her?”
“Why did you kiss her when you knew how I felt about her? When you knew how Belly felt about you?” Jeremiah persists, standing square in front of his brother.
“Because I-“ Conrad looks between him and Belly, “Because I wasn’t thinking about you. I was thinking about (Y/n).”
“Because you’re fucking selfish and you always have been!”
“Selfish?” Conrad lets out an exasperated laugh, “Selfish for choosing myself one fucking time, for not running around worrying about you? For letting myself be fucking happy? That’s such a crime? You need to look at yourself, Jere. Grow up.”
“You’re telling me to grow up? Yo-“
“Yes I’m telling you to grow up!” Conrad raises his voice, “Stop acting like everyone needs to worry about you, or Belly, or whatever the hell else. I love (Y/n). And the crazy fucking thing is I haven’t even told her that yet. And you guys can hate us and hate me and hate everything about this but it’s not going to change anything. Okay? It’s not.”
Jeremiah doesn’t speak, his jaw tensed, Belly stood behind him like she’s blocking herself from Conrad’s words, convincing herself it isn’t true.
“So you decide - you go on convincing yourself this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to you, or you grow up and accept that we’re happy, and that maybe we could make each other happy,” Conrad shakes his head, “These past few days we shouldn’t have had to worry about you, (Y/n) shouldn’t have been crying because she’s terrified of losing you. She’s meant to be your best friend Belly,” He turns his attention to her, “It wouldn’t hurt you to act like it.”
None of them speak.
Conrad clenches his jaw and looks between them all, thinking of a million more things he could say. But he ignores every single one of them, forgetting everything to simply follow after you. He drops the drinks in his hands down, pushes through the crowds of people, barges his way upstairs, taking the steps two at a time until he gets to his room.
Empty.
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Her Faithful Protector: Conrad Fisher x Reader
Part 4
Descr.: Part 4, 4.3k wc, see series link below for full description. This part's theme: Conrad learns more and it and officially acts on it.
Warnings: see series link below for warnings.
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Conrad made it to y/n’s house quickly, not caring to lock his car as he bolted to the front door. He looked inside through the slit in the window blinds to survey the occupants. Conrad noticed y/n’s father and brother were in the living room, talking as her mother stood beside them displaying something on her phone. He couldn’t go in through the front door then.
Conrad dashed around to the backside of y/n’s house and slid in the back door. Knowing where everyone was, he was able to rush upstairs. Just before opening y/n’s door, Conrad spoke just loud enough for her to hear through the door; announcing that it was only him.
Opening the door, Conrad sighed softly upon seeing y/n curled up in a ball on her bed. He quickly approached and knelt by her bedside, brushing her hair from her face. Conrad felt his heart break when he saw the dried tears on y/n’s cheeks. “Did he-“ Con whispered.
“No” y/n’s frail voice answered. “I just didn’t expect him to show up” she confessed.
Conrad sighed and nodded, “I’m sorry babe”.
“I’m just glad you came” y/n told him, gripping his hand.
“Of course I came,” Conrad cooed. “Do you want to get out of here? I can help you sneak out the back” he offered. “Your family is in the living room area right now” Conrad assured her.
Y/n bit her lip, “I don’t want to risk it, if he thinks I’m sneaking out…”. She stopped and shook her head, “and, mom would probably agree with him that I need to be in trouble”.
Conrad gritted his teeth but nodded. “Okay, but I’m staying with you then” he said, rising from his kneeling position.
“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, her hopeful eyes staring up at him as he stood beside her.
“Of course I’m sure” Conrad replied. “I don't feel safe letting you be here alone when you're in this shape, nor when he’s here” he said softly, rubbing her temple with his thumb.
Y/n nodded rapidly and moved over so that Conrad could get in beside her.
Conrad lifted the covers and slid in next to y/n, immediately wrapping his arms around her. “I’ve got you, sleep love” he whispered, his lips against her forehead.
Conrad paced, ignoring the party scene around him as he waited for y/n to call. When she finally did, he picked up before the first tone of the notification completed. “Babe, are you okay?” he rushed out in a panic.
“Con,” y/n’s voice cracked, similar to that first night he found out she was hurt.
Conrad clenched his phone tightly as he made his way to his car, “y/n? What’s-“.
“I need you Con” y/n sniffled. She took an audible deep breath, “I’m sorry- I- I tried- I- but- I- I-“.
“Shhh” Conrad whispered, “I’m on my way”. He gripped his steering wheel firmly, “I need to know, are you hurt?” Conrad placed his phone on speaker as he threw the car into reverse and backed out of the parking space.
Y/n didn’t give him an answer. Instead, she just asked, “you’re coming right?”.
“I’m coming y/n/n, I promise” Conrad swore, thrusting his gear shifter into gear as he sped off from the party. “Is he still there?” he questioned.
“No” y/n mumbled.
“Okay” Conrad sighed in relief. “Okay good. I’m almost there okay, just keep breathing, 5 in and 5 out, yeah?” he encouraged softly.
“I’m trying” y/n whimpered.
“I know, it’s okay” Conrad soothed. He worked with y/n, getting her to breathe steadily while he made his way to her.
“Are you in your room, or?” Conrad asked as he turned onto her street.
“No, I… I’m outside. It happened out here and I didn’t want y/b/n to see me like this” y/n explained.
Conrad panicked but kept his voice soft for y/n’s sake. “Okay I get that” he acknowledged. “You’re by the back patio then?” Conrad clarified.
“Yeah” y/n sniffled.
“Okay, I’ll see you soon. okay?” Conrad asked as he pulled into y/n’s driveway. Once y/n hung up, he threw his car into park. Conrad sprinted to the back of her house once again. His eyes immediately found y/n’s crumpled form leaning against the patio siding. Conrad dove onto the sand beside her, his eyes trialing over her to take inventory of her injuries.
“You’re here” y/n whimpered, her eyes heavy-lidded.
“I’m here, just like I promised” Conrad nodded. “Now, where are you hurt?” He guided.
Y/n turned so that the light from the next-door neighbor’s house allowed Conrad to see the back of her arm.
Conrad sucked in a gasp of air as he noticed the large gash on y/n’s arm that was still dripping blood. “Okay, hold on” he breathlessly requested.
“Where are you going?” Y/n questioned worriedly as Conrad stood.
“I’m grabbing the first-aid kit from my Jeep” Conrad explained. “I’ll be back” he assured her.
“Promise?” Y/N’s small voice asked.
“Of course I’m coming back for you babe. I just need to get you some bandages, okay? I’m not leaving you” Conrad swore, his heart in his stomach at her pleas.
Y/n nodded and watched Conrad run to his car. When Conrad came back, he noticed y/n’s eyes were distant and she seemed a bit confused when he returned to her side.
“You’re here” y/n mumbled again.
Conrad nodded slowly. “I came back for you. I promised I would, and I did” he agreed.
Y/n gave him a small smile as her blinking slowed.
“Y/n, hey, hey” Conrad said, having to move to hold y/n up as she started to slump against the wall more. “Did you hit your head? Did, did he-did your.. did your father-“ Conrad began questioning. He had been so worried about her arm that he hadn’t noticed her enlarged pupils earlier.
“I fell and scrapped my arm” y/n groaned, her eyes slowly looking around. “On, on the planter pot” she mumbled.
Conrad hesitantly nodded, “and your head?” “Babe, what happened to your head?” He asked, noting that y/n was blinking really slowly. Conrad reached back behind y/n’s head to check for any bumps or bleeding, but she flinched and groaned as her hands flew up to shield her head. His heart sank. Conrad knew y/n didn’t expect him to hit her, but her confused state made her think he might and that broke his heart.
Y/n clearly didn’t feel she could trust anyone. Which was understandable. Y/b/n may not know, but it seemed her mother did, yet neither parent cared enough to keep her safe. But, Con did. He sighed softly, “I need to check your head Y/n”.
Y/n stared at Conrad with a slight head tilt as she tried to think clearly.
Conrad moved extremely slowly as he tried to reach for her but she flinched again. He dropped his hands. "You're safe. Y/n, can you hear me? I’m here to help you, you need to let me help you” he begged.
Y/n blinked more as her wavering eyes stared into Conrad’s steady ones.
Conrad took ahold of one of y/n’s hands carefully.
Y/n grinned and leaned her head against the wall. “Connie?” She slurred.
“Yes y/n/n, it’s me. I’m going to softly touch your head okay?” Conrad explained.
Y/n mumbled incoherently.
“Okay?“ Conrad asked again.
Y/n weakly agreed, “okay”.
Conrad cautiously moved his free hand behind y/n, sliding his knuckles against the siding of the wall. He didn’t feel anything alarming, but she whimpered and shied away when his fingers trailed over the lower left side of her skull. “I’m sorry, so sorry, y/n/n,” Conrad sighed. “I’m going to help you up, okay? We need to get your head looked at” he told her.
Y/n mumbled something about trust, but it wasn’t clear.
Conrad frowned, “trust me Y/n. You can trust me to take care of you. This is what needs to happen”. He squeezed her hand, “come on. Let me take care of you”. Conrad stood up and took ahold of her other hand to help her stand.
Once she was on her feet, y/n tried to take a few steps, wanting to walk on her own. But, she knew she was swaying and felt dizzy.
“Here, let me help you” Conrad said as he quickly held y/n to his side.
Conrad ran a hand down his face. He knew y/n would likely be upset with him as he was going to tell Susannah what was going on. But, he didn’t know what else to do. Each time he saw her injuries (i.e.; when he saw her swollen wrist or the bruises), Conrad had been too late to help protect y/n.
When he first found out, it was always after the fact and y/n swore y/f/n had stopped. But, this clearly wasn’t the case and Conrad needed help to keep her safe.
His mom’s advice from the other day came to mind. She was right, doing the right thing wasn’t always easy. However, despite his worry over y/n’s reaction, Conrad actually regretted not having tried to tell his mom earlier. He understood why y/n was too scared to tell others. But, Con knew if he told his mom to not call Y/n parents yet, she’d do so; at least until she could learn what was going on and decide how to act.
Conrad squeezed y/n’s hand as she rested on the hospital bed. He couldn’t stand seeing her here. But he was glad she was finally asleep. When they’d arrived, every sound had hurt her head so they gave her medicine to help her sleep.
They were currently awaiting the results of y/n’s scans. Conrad requested -what was probably an excessive amount of- tests to be done. He wanted to ensure that her arm hadn’t been broken nor that were any other injuries she hadn’t or couldn’t tell him given her state.
“Mr. Fisher?” The nurse asked, peaking their head into the room.
It took Conrad a moment to realize they were speaking to him. “Yes?” He asked as his head snapped to them, now given his full attention.
“I understand miss y/l/n and you stated that she expected no visitors, but there’s someone here to see her” the nurse explained.
“Did they say who it was?” Conrad asked. He expected that it was his mom. But Conrad wanted to be sure. He needed to be sure.
“Yes, I presume she’s related to you” the nurse clarified, glancing down at their clipboard, “your mother, perhaps. Susannah Fisher”.
“Yes. Thank you” Conrad nodded. He looked over y/n before back to the nurse.
“She’ll be okay while you go to bring your mother back, she’s more than stable” the nurse said sympathetically.
Conrad knew he was being overprotective. Y/n was here for a mild concussion and the scrape on her arm. But, he couldn’t help his need to do whatever he could to keep her safe. Conrad wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to her again. So he appreciated the nurse’s understanding and lack of judgement.
Conrad nodded and squeezed y/n’s hand before following the nurse out. He walked towards where the nurse pointed him in order to greet his mother. Conrad embraced his mom tightly as he tried to resist crying.
Susannah noticed her son’s body language and heard him trying to keep himself from sobbing. “Connie, what’s going on? What happened to Y/n?” she questioned. “And why can’t I call her mother yet?” Susannah added, reminding him of their agreement.
Conrad pulled back and frowned. “I promise I’ll tell you. Just..,in the room, okay?” He mumbled, guiding his mom down the hall.
“Connie, is she okay?” Susannah asked softly, squeezing her son’s hand supportively.
Conrad steeled his voice, “she will be. I… I just…” “I need your help mom” his voice cracked, his eyes on the floor. “Please” Conrad pleaded looking over at Susannah teary-eyed.
“Of course Connie,” Susannah soothed, pulling her son to her. “You know she’s family” she hummed.
Conrad smiled softly and nodded as he neared y/n’s hospital room. His eyes furrowed as he stepped away from his mom slightly. Conrad has noticed the curtains were laying differently than when he’d left.
“Connie?” Susanna asked noticing Conrad’s concern.
Conrad silently shook his head and ran past the last few doors until he skidded into y/n’s room. “Get away from her!” He shouted when he saw y/n’s father standing beside her bed.
“Conrad” Susannah scolded as she entered the room.
“Take your disgusting hands off of her” Conrad seethed, seeing the way her father was brushing hair from her forehead.
“Connie” Susannah mumbled again as y/n’s father looked over at Conrad with faux innocence and confusion.
Conrad shot his mom a knowing look that made Susannah’s heart sink before he crossed the room. He promptly pulled y/f/n’s hand away from y/n’s face.
“Conrad, what is your problem?” y/f/n asked glaring at Conrad.
“Stay away from her” Conrad growled as he tried to control his own anger to keep from striking y/f/n.
“Excuse me? She’s my daughter-“ her father huffed loudly.
“You don’t care about her!” Conrad shouted, stepping to the side so he was completely between y/n and y/f/n. “If you think I’m ever going to let you hurt her again-“ he threatened, moving closer to y/n’s father.
“Conrad” Susannah called out to stop Conrad upon seeing he’d balled his fist. “Y/f/n, I think you should step out of the room” she added, her voice soft as to not add to the drama.
“Excuse me? Who are you two to tell me what I should and shouldn’t do?” y/f/n argued.
Conrad inched closer until he noticed his mom shaking her head.
“Y/f/n, I will not ask you again” Susannah firmly warned. “I doubt you want y/m/n knowing what transpired tonight. Hmmm?” she pointed out.
Y/f/n glanced between the two Fishers before groaning loudly, “you don’t even know what happened”. But, he left nonetheless, clearly uncertain as to if they knew what had been going on.
Conrad let himself deflate as y/n’s father left her hospital room. He spun to y/n and grabbed her hand as he traced his other thumb across her forehead. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have stepped away” Conrad whispered.
“Connie” Susannah calmly spoke as she rested her hand on her son’s back. “You need to explain” she told him, “now”.
Conrad nodded and sniffled. “I should’ve acted sooner” he cried out quietly.
“Connie, you did what you thought was best” Susannah tried to assure him as she guided him to sit down.
Conrad shook his head as he dropped into the seat, his hand still holding y/n’s. “I didn’t know it was this bad” he admitted. “I knew-“ Conrad swallowed thickly, “I knew he had hit her as a form of punishment, like-“. He stopped himself from reminding his mom about his own father’s issues, that was in the past now.
“But, she, she had these bruises…” Conrad sniffled, throwing his head onto his mom’s shoulder when she tried to comfort him. “But, y/n swore that was the worst it got and she kept blaming herself. I -I knew she was lying but I-“ his voice cracked. Conrad’s chest shook as he sobbed into his mom’s shoulder. “I fucked up, mom. It’s my fault she’s here” he cried.
“No it’s not, Connie. It’s neither of your faults” Susannah whispered lovingly. “We’ll handle this, okay? Y/n is going to be fine and you did the right thing by telling me” she promised.
Conrad nodded, “I know but…”. He turned his head to look at y/N’s sleeping form. “I don’t know if she’ll trust me again now” Conrad replied.
“She doesn’t trust you because you keep her secrets. She trusts you because you care for her and keep her safe” Susannah argued. That’s what you’re doing by telling me, Connie. She’ll come around” she reassured him.
Conrad nodded and let his mom continue to comfort him until he stopped crying.
——
“Well?” Conrad asked as he looked up when his mom stepped back into the room. To Conrad’s surprise, Laurel entered the room behind Susannah. “Laur?” He asked in confusion.
“Suz called, said y/n may need a place to crash tonight” Laurel explained, giving Conrad a sympathetic smile.
“She can’t stay with us?” Conrad whined, his eyes on his mom.
“Of course she can, if she wants to. She doesn’t know that anyone else knows yet,” Susannah reminded him. “This is just in case she wants to sleep at the Conklin’s instead, okay?” She explained hesitantly.
Conrad frowned but nodded, “right, okay”.
Laurel sat down beside Conrad, “you did the right thing”.
“You too?” Conrad huffed and shook his head. “I know I did” he admitted, his eyes roaming back over to the girl he loved. “I just wish I did earlier” Conrad elaborated, sighing as he watched y/n breathe in and out.
Laurel shook her head, “you couldn’t have known Connie. She wouldn’t want you to beat you self up over this, you know”.
Conrad nodded. “I wasn’t intending on telling multiple people tonight on her behalf though” he added.
Susannah sighed, “I know, but I needed reinforcements. As I said Y/n is family and our family sticks together”. She stood behind Conrad’s chair and rubbed his shoulders, “Laurel wanted to see you first, but she’s going to head over to talk to y/m/n”.
“What?” Conrad asked, looking up at his mom.
“I am staying to watch over both of you, the other kids are safe at home” Susannah detailed. “And y/m/n needs to know what’s going on” she added, to which Laurel nodded.
“Y/n/n says she knows” Conrad huffed.
“Are you sure? That doesn’t seem like y/m/n” his mom asked, Laurel’s face sharing the same sentiment.
Conrad glared, “no one suspected y/f/n of this, hmm?”
“Conrad” Susannah sighed.
Conrad immediately softened his eyes at Susannah’s tone. He looked at Y/n sorrowfully. “Sorry” he mumbled to his mom and Laurel.
“We are worried about her too, Connie” Laurel assured him. “But if her mom doesn’t know, she deserves to find out and try to do what is necessary before we go to the next option” she pointed out.
“Which is?” Conrad asked.
“We’ll see. Obviously, we’re not letting her go home if y/m/n won’t keep her safe from y/f/n. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves okay? Give y/m/n a chance to fix it” Susannah suggested calmly.
Conrad sighed as he nodded, not looking away from Y/n even as Laurel excused herself.
——
Y/n blinked slowly as she began to open her eyes.
Conrad was watching y/n closely as she woke up, his hand holding hers.
Y/n’s position made her eyes land on her mom first and her breathing hitched.
Conrad saw the panic in y/n’s eyes, "breathe”. “Hi,” he said as she turned to him surprised. “I’ve got you, we’ve got you, just breathe for me, okay?" Conrad requested.
Y/n sniffled as tears began to fall, "I- I couldn’t stop it. He-he.. I'm sorry...”.
“It's okay, it's okay. Just breathe. You don't have to be sorry for anything. I've got you” Conrad shushed y/n softly.
Y/n shakingly held Conrad’s hand as she looked around the room, her eyes narrow due to the light.
“Can we dim the lights, please?” Conrad whispered from beside y/n.
Y/m/n got up and quickly adjusted them.
Y/n hummed softly in relief as her eyes relaxed. “Does everyone know?” She asked.
Conrad rubbed his neck and nodded. “I had to tell my mom… I didn’t know what else to do” he conceded. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but I had-“ Conrad began to ramble.
“It’s okay Con” y/n cut him off.
“It is?” Conrad wondered, eyes widened slightly.
“Yeah. I shouldn’t have asked you to keep something like that a secret. That was not fair of me and wasn’t the right action” y/n declared. “I should’ve known better” she frowned.
“Shhh it’s okay, just take it easy, okay, everything’s fine. We’re fine” Conrad promised, squeezing her hand.
“Neither of you should’ve known better. This isn’t on you guys” y/m/n said. She sighed soflty as y/n looks her way. “I didn’t know it was this bad” her mom admitted.
Y/n groaned as she tried to sit up.
“Hold on” Con stopped y/n. He fluffed the pillow behind her and pressed a button, tilting the back of her bed up to support her.
Y/n gave Conrad a thankful smile. As she looked around the room she bit her lip. “This is mostly my fault” she whispered.
“Y/n” Conrad sighed, ready to stop her from blaming herself or covering for y/f/n again.
Y/n squeaked out a tiny giggle, “no really, I mean… yeah he… he pushed me… after I argued with him but…”. She giggled lightly and shook her head before holding on to it and groaning. Y/n began squeezing her eyes shut and then blinking them back a few times until the pain stopped.
With her eyes back open again, y/n continued. “I only hit my head and scrapped my arm…” she said, looking down to check on said arm; finding it had a few bandaids on it. “Because I stumbled from surprise. I wasn’t entirely wrong about being clumsy” she said lightheartedly.
Conrad shook his head lightly, giving y/n a small smile as he squeezed her hand.
“Why don’t we let them talk?” Susannah suggested, nodding to y/m/n.
Conrad glanced at y/n questioningly.
Y/n smiled softly, “yeah it’s okay, Con”.
Conrad nodded and pressed a kiss to the her back of y/n’s hand before leaving so she and her mom could talk.
——
“What’re you doing?” Conrad asked as he passed by y/m/n on his way back into y/n’s emergency room. He’d noticed that Y/n was trying you get up from her bed, holding herself up by pressing her good arm against the hospital bed as she sat up more.
“I need to plug my phone in” y/n explained, pointing to the wall outlet that was out of reach.
"Don't get up, I’ll do it" Conrad urged, reaching for y/N’s phone.
“Okay” y/n smiled and handed over her phone. “Thank you” She whispered, moving back into a resting position.
“You don’t need to thank me” Conrad replied, bending down to plug in her cellphone.
“Yes I do. Not just for that” y/n told him. "Thank you, for everything." she whispered shyly.
Conrad sat beside her on the bed, holding her hand. "All I wanted was for you to be happy and safe” he told her.
“I know” y/n grinned.
“How do you feel today?” Conrad asked, eyeing the machine behind her that displayed her vitals.
“It still hurts, but I presume that’s because I have a concussion?” Y/n inquired.
Conrad nodded silently with a deep frown.
“Connie, I’m okay” y/n whispered as she squeezed Conrad’s hand.
Conrad sighed and shook his head.
“I am” y/n promised Conrad. “But thank you for protecting me” she hummed.
“I didn’t Y/n/n, if I did -“ Conrad argued.
“Yes you did. You waited until it was safe and necessary to tell someone” y/n reassured Con. “And my mom mentioned that Suz had to stop you from fighting him when I guess he came in last night?” she asked.
Conrad simply nodded, his eyes staring at her as if he still felt guilty for not having done more. “Connie, he’s like three hundred pounds,” y/n exclaimed. “I appreciate you protecting me, but I don’t want you getting hurt either, okay?” She tried to reason.
Conrad furrowed his brows, “I will protect you with my life Y/n”.
“Con-“ y/n sighed loudly.
“No. You don’t get a say in that. And I know it would be the same if the roles were reversed so I don’t want to hear you argue” Conrad stated, squeezing y/n’s hand.
Y/n huffed but giggled softly at Conrad’s stubborn expression. “Okay fine” she caved. “I love you” y/n smiled.
“I love you too” Conrad grinned, kissing the back of her hand. “What’s the plan?” he questioned.
“Hmmm?” Y/n mumbled in confusion.
Conrad smiled, “for your safety moving forward”.
Y/n nodded, “oh, mom isn’t going to force any more interactions. She actually kinda took my side”.
“As if there were another option” Conrad tsked.
“She technically could’ve sided with him, Con” y/n pointed out.
“She’d be wrong to do so” Conrad argued firmly.
Y/n hummed, “nonetheless, it was possible”. When Conrad sighed but nodded in agreement, she continued providing him with her answer. “Anyways, if y/b/n wants to still see him, he can. I asked mom not to tell y/b/n what happened” y/n told Conrad. “I know our father doesn’t hurt him and I don’t what to mess with their relationship” she elaborated in explanation.
Conrad shook his head in disbelief. He couldn’t believe y/n was still worried about others over herself. But Conrad went along with this one since it was not impacting her safety.
“But it won’t be at my house. He isn’t to come inside, he is to just wait in the car for y/b/n” y/n commented.
Conrad sighed in relief and nodded. “You don’t have to see him again?” he clarified.
“No” y/n smiled.
Conrad smiled back and squeezed y/n’s hand. “Good” he breathed. “Hold this,” Conrad said handing y/n his phone.
“Why?” Y/n questioned, squinting at Conrad.
Conrad stood up from the hospital bed, careful not to shake it. “Now that it can’t make it worse, I'm gonna go kick his ass” he mumbled, heading away from the bed.
“Conrad” Y/n laughed, tugging on Conrad’s hand.
“What?” Conrad sighed, turning back to y/n. “He can’t just hurt you and get away-“ he argued.
“Connie, I appreciate it handsome, I do” y/n declared. “But, all I want is to get out of this forsaken white-walled-hell, and maybe rest on your couch as we watch y/f/s?” she requested.
Conrad let out a deep breath as he released the tension in his shoulders. “Okay, I can make that happen. But if he ever-“ he muttered.
“I know,” y/n began as she smiled lovingly at her boyfriend. “My faithful protector, Mr. Conrad Fisher, will loose his shit” she smirked.
“Damn straight,” Conrad nodded, leaning over y/n and placing a kiss to her lips.
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in my head, i play a supercut of us
pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader
summary: you come back to cousins beach after a few years away. conrad is not particularly happy that you're back - and you aren't particularly thrilled, either. too bad there's a history (chemistry?) neither of you can deny.
warnings: drinking + smoking. lots of plot + flashbacks. there is some mention of injuries, body issues/self esteem (reader is a competitive swimmer), complicated family dynamics (reader is eldest daughter), slight allusion to alcoholism.
a/n: ohhh this turned out much longer than i expected it to be!! honestly i have so many ideas that this will probably become a series. for now please enjoy the summer, childhood friends to lovers to strangers vibes ;)
you still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn't satisfy you as much as it used to. you still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, five years ago. (alida nugent)
now — summer, age 18
driving up to the beach house after so many summers have passed, you’re struck with the memory of your first time swimming.
it was mid-june in cousins; you must have been four years old. you stood on the edge of the pool for an eternity, until your father became impatient and threw you into the deep end. you screamed, imagined your lungs being filled with cold water, drowning in darkness. your neighbour had run over when he heard, and your father had to hold him back from jumping in to save you. instead, your life jacket kept you afloat, and soon enough you were kicking as though it was the most natural thing in the world. you discovered your love of swimming that afternoon and in that your father found his star athlete. you also realized your love for conrad fisher, the boy next door.
your summers in cousins, the friends you’d met here, conrad fisher — these composed your metaphorical lifejacket, once preserving your childhood. you’d taken it off for too long, spent years in the deep end alone, keeping yourself afloat, moving towards a carefully constructed future. now it all started to crumble, and here you were again, a different person; you wondered if the others were different, too.
it wasn't your first choice to come back to cousins, but you were determined to make the most of it. after unpacking your things, you decide to make your way to the beck house, right next door to your own family’s.
you knock once, twice, three times. there's no answer, so you figure that everyone is either in town or at the beach. you start to walk away when you hear the front door open.
"excuse me!" laurel park's voice calls. you turn around, and the shock on laurel's face is clear. "y/n! oh my god, i almost didn't recognize you!"
"four summers can do that," you note.
you hear your name from inside the house, and before you know it, belly conklin excitedly runs out and tackles you in a hug.
"hey, bells," you laugh. you notice how dressed up she is, something that changed from the oversized t-shirts and patterned shorts you remember her always wearing. "cute dress. where are you off to?"
"oh. there's a high tea at the country club. sort of like an introduction for the debutante season."
you raise an eyebrow, looking past belly towards laurel. "is this a lemon jelly belly situation?" you’re referring to the code phrases you used to exchange for different situations, depending on different flavours of jelly beans: pear, toasted marshmellow, lemon. it might have been childish (you were kids at the time), but it always worked. more than anyone, you know what it’s like to be pushed into something too quickly, too soon. even after all these years, and even though belly is only two years younger, your instinct is to defend her at all times.
"possibly," laurel sighs.
"it's not," belly insists, giving her mother a pointed look. "i wanted to try something new this summer, and susannah promised it would be fun."
the two of you walk back towards the house. when you reach the door, laurel brings you into a tight hug. the three of you walk into the kitchen, and you find yourself taking the seat you had once claimed as your own — a stool at the counter, third from the left. belly settles down next to you, and laurel grabs a pitcher of sweet tea from the fridge while you reach over to take three glasses from the drying rack.
belly explains more about the debutante season, and mentions that steven and jeremiah are both working at the club this summer. she doesn't get around to what conrad is up to, because laurel suddenly checks her watch, then sighs.
"i hate to cut this reunion short, but belly, we'd better leave if we want to make that tea of yours."
"right." belly looks at you with a frown, like she's worried you'll disappear if you're out of sight. "i'll see you later?"
you smile, reaching over to squeeze her hand. "i'll be here all summer," you promise, and belly beams.
"you’re coming to my book party?" laurel asks, though it's more of a statement than a question.
"yeah, sure," you promise, sipping your sweet tea. "i'll see you guys there."
with one final see you later and another hug from belly, you're left alone in the kitchen. you wonder if the fishers still keep the cereal in the same cabinet; if their cupboards are filled with the same sugary snacks you were never allowed to have, but you and the boys would sneak when the adults weren’t looking.
"y/n, my little mermaid, is that you?"
susannah always called you her little mermaid — inspired by your love of swimming, yes, but also that one summer you were convinced that mermaids were real, so you and belly spent hours looking for clues on the beach and painting your nails iridescent turquoise. all the adults scoffed at you, but susannah was the only one who played along, who allowed you to believe that magic was real.
instantly, you rise from your seat and hug susannah.
"you have no idea how happy i am that you're here this summer," susannah whispers. as you break away from your hug, susannah places her hands on your cheeks. she looks happy and healthy, if a little tired. you can't help but think of the years you’d been gone when susannah and her family were dealing with so much. there was only so much connection texts, calls, and emails could provide. to be here now, seeing susannah fisher alive and well?
it was almost too much.
tears threaten to spill, but you swallow them. instead, you reply: "so am i." and, certainly more than before, you mean it.
“conrad’s out back if you want to come say hi. i’m painting his portrait. he’s been a bit down lately, but if anyone can make him feel better, it’s you.”
you feel your cheeks heat up. you finish the rest of your sweet tea and put your glass in the dishwasher, not quite feeling ready to face conrad — there was a complicated history between the two of you. unresolved tension, hurtful words, that sort of thing.
“i’ll, uh, let you keep painting. i should go get ready for laurel’s book party.”
“alright. i’ll see you there, sweetie.”
“yeah,” you confirm. you start to walk away before hearing susannah’s voice again:
“and, y/n?” you turn around. “i’m so glad you’re home.”
later that night, at laurel's book launch party, you watch conrad pour another glass of wine, and wonder whether or not you should join him. his eyes catch yours from across the room, but he quickly looks away. belly ended up having a date, she'd texted you earlier, and you were roped into a conversation with your mother and susannah before you could find stephen or jeremiah.
"they grow up so fast," susannah muses. she then wraps an arm around your shoulder. "i can't believe that our eldests are 18! conrad’s off to brown in the fall — how about you, y/n?”
“princeton,” your mother boasts, draining the rest of her cup and grabbing another from a tray passing by. that’s her third glass, by your count. “we were so proud. it’s the best women’s swim team in the country.”
“stanford is a close second,” you interject. “besides, we don’t even know if i can start swimming for real by then.”
you’d broken your ankle a month and a half before. it didn’t need surgery yet and you were out of your cast, but you couldn’t return to your usual level of activity for a while — which meant no training camp, like you’d been going to the past few summers.
“you know, i did always picture you on the west coast,” susannah smiles at you. “all those beaches and sunshine.”
your mother frowns, ignoring susannah. “don’t be ridiculous. if you spend the summer doing your physical therapy and resting, you’ll be back in the water before we know it. your father and i agreed — that’s why you’re here.”
you resist the urge to argue with her and instead block her out as she brags about your siblings getting top prizes in their academic decathalon. the twins were thirteen now and had plans with their friends tonight, sparing them from attending this event. no offence to laurel or susannah, of course, but you’d rather be with your friends.
when you look for conrad once more, you notice that he's been roped into a conversation with laurel and someone who your mom had pointed out as cleveland castillo. even after all these years, you can tell when he needs backup: the impatient tapping of his foot, his eyes searching the room for an out.
after excusing yourself from the conversation, you make your way over to conrad.
"hey," you greet, nodding at laurel and cleveland. "mind if i borrow this guy? we've got some catching up to do." if either laurel or cleveland said anything more after yes, then you don't hear them, already pulling conrad away.
you lead him to the back corner of the room, near a small couch. neither of you make a move to sit; neither of you say anything. up close, you could see the shadows under his eyes, the creases in between his brows. he was always quiet, the more calm and thoughtful one of the group, but always with soft edges, especially when it came to you. now, quiet could have been replaced with brooding, and all those soft edges seem sharper.
“so,” you start. you grab the wine from conrad’s hand and take a sip. “are you gonna keep ignoring me, or are you gonna welcome me back?”
“when my mom said you were back, i didn’t believe her.” conrad looks at you, his face still. “i wish you hadn’t come back.”
stung, you take a deep breath. after everything, conrad thought that was the best way to greet you? if cold and closed off was how conrad wanted to act, you could play that game, too.
“fuck you,” is all you say before joining jeremiah and steven on the other side of the room.
steven’s eyes widen once they land on you. "no fucking way. y/n!" steven exclaims. "thought you'd never come back here, man." there’s a joyful undertone to his comment as he smiles. same old steven: always blunt, always laughing.
"yeah, well, i’m here.”
jeremiah just beams at you, picking you up and spinning you around.
“jere,” you giggle, half scolding, fully floating.
“sorry, sorry!” he laughs, setting you down. “i just — i can’t believe you’re here. how come you didn’t tell me you were coming?”
“yeah, well.” you shrug. “i thought you liked surprises.”
“well, i do. especially if it involves seeing you.”
"yo, speaking of surprises — what if we ditch this party and surprise belly at the drive-in?" stephen suggests.
you shake your head, though leaving was very tempting.
"or, instead of ruining your sister's first date, we get some booze, light a fire, and go get drunk on the beach," you suggest.
"oh, i am so down!" jeremiah exclaims. "you've got my vote."
“hell yeah.” steven grins and throws his arm around your shoulder. "you always did know how to show us a good time."
then — summer, age 11
you had plenty of bonfires before, on the beach with your parents, but that summer marked the first one with just the kids. you begged and begged, and eventually the adults were okay with it since conrad had earned his boy scout badge for fire safety in the spring.
it was the beginning of july, and an unseasonably cold evening — basically, perfect bonfire weather. jeremiah helped susannah make hot chocolate for everyone. belly wanted s'mores, so you had biked with her to the store earlier that day for the ingredients. everyone was stuffing their faces with slightly burnt marshmallows as melted chocolate and graham cracker crumbs decorated your cheeks, and you chased it all down with lukewarm chocolatey liquid. you were kids and it was summer; life was sweet, life was good.
"conrad," steven announced, turning to the boy who was pushing a marshmallow deeper into the fire. "i dare you to go dunk in the ocean." a grin erupted on steven's face, and in the glow of the fire, he looked like the cheshire cat.
"no way, man. it's freezing."
you knew the real reason conrad didn't want to go into the ocean. one night the week before, when the parents were out to dinner and the other kids were asleep, you and conrad had stayed up to watch jaws together, having rented it secretly from the local video store. ever since, conrad had been coming up with excuses to not go swimming at the beach.
"what's the matter, con? you scared?" jeremiah taunted, wearing a similar cheshire grin to steven’s.
"what?" the marshmallow conrad was trying to roast fell into the fire. he huffed, and belly handed him another one. "i'm not scared. it's just freezing."
"come on, man. you’ve gotta do it. besides, there's a fire and hot cocoa here for you when you get back," jeremiah reasoned. ten-year-old jeremiah was never very concerned about following the rules, except when it came to truth or dare.
"i'm good," conrad snapped.
"aw, i think he's scared," steven laughed.
"i'm not scared —"
"what if i went with you?" you interrupted him.
"but it's not your dare," belly pointed out as she continued carefully assembling a s'more. nine-year-old belly was competitive, so it was very important to her that the rules of any game were followed.
"yeah, but if connie —"
"is scared," jeremiah coughed under his breath.
"wants company," you continued, ignoring jeremiah. "then, it'll be more fun, right?" you were a mix between jere and belly: you were competitive, but you didn’t particularly care about following the rules. especially when it came to your friends, even more when it came to conrad.
conrad smiled at you softly. "right."
reluctantly, jeremiah, belly and steven agreed to the terms of the dare. you removed your beach cover up, and conrad his shirt, leaving you both in your swimsuits, dry even with swimming in the pool a few hours before. you ran to the water, pulling conrad with you. you stopped at the edge of the sand, waves tickling your feet and the light, and warmth, of the bonfire a recent memory. it was much cooler here, closer to the water.
"ready?"
conrad nodded once. "ready."
hands still clasped together, you jumped into the ocean, leaving the comfort of the shore behind.
now
jeremiah finds stale marshmallows in the kitchen and steven makes a bonfire on the stretch of beach between your two houses. you head home to change out of your silk mini skirt and back into denim cutoffs. you switch your cream blouse for a short-sleeved button down, left open over your favourite bralette. when you get back to the beach, the boys have invited some people over, most of whom you don't recognize.
"here," jeremiah hands you a lukewarm beer, which you accept gratefully. then, he throws an arm around your shoulder. "come on, there's some people i want you to meet."
jeremiah introduces you to a few guys he works with at the club, and some girls who are doing the deb thing with belly.
"jeremiah mentioned you’re a swimmer." gigi, one of the debs, smiles, eyeing the way jeremiah leans against you. "what's that like?"
the girls all wait expectantly for you to answer.
"intense," you decide. you leave it at that. the fire flickers a few feet away, vibrant and alive.
you want nothing more than to go back to those summer nights when you were kids. you want belly to be looking at the stars for elaborate constellations while jeremiah burns marshmallows to a crisp. you want steven to be laughing and making outrageous, impossible dares. you want the five of you together, huddled around a small fire that conrad had carefully crafted. you want conrad to be okay.
"i hear that competitive sports can like, really fuck with a girl's self-esteem and body image," gigi continues. you don't necessarily think she means it as an insult, and it's certainly not anything you haven't heard (or felt) before, but you still bristle.
"like i said: intense," you answer cooly.
"hey, man, when are we gonna get the marshmallows going?" steven suddenly appears, his face slightly flushed. he holds hands with shayla, who, as jeremiah pointed out earlier, steven is dating.
"in a bit. i asked con to pick up chocolate and graham crackers for s'mores." jeremiah looks around before saying: "speaking of: look who's here!"
jeremiah runs off to meet his brother, while you stay back and take a sip of your beer.
"looks like he brought nicole, too," steven observes.
who the fuck is nicole?
nicole, you learn as the group sits around the bonfire and roasts marshmallows, is the girl conrad is either dating or hooking up with. jeremiah isn't quite sure.
the night grows darker. the air is warm with smoke from marshmallows roasting, the smell of burnt sugar dancing around. people start to leave to go to other parties, and soon enough it's only steven, shayla, nicole, conrad, jeremiah, and you. having less people around made it harder for you to ignore conrad. nicole is nice and pleasant to talk to, but you can't help but feel something churn in your stomach when you see how close nicole and conrad are to each other. plus, she's wearing a red sox cap, and you know for a fact that conrad hates the red sox, unless that obviously fundamental part of his personality changed too.
jeremiah must have noticed, because he suggests a drinking game for the group to ease the tension.
"never have i ever gotten a tattoo."
you’re the only one to take a sip of your drink.
"i meant a real one," steven rolls his eyes.
"i do have a real tattoo." you remove the button down and point to the left side of your rib cage.
the others take a closer look, except conrad, of course. he was always an expert at pretending not to care, but so were you. tonight is a prime example: since the bonfire, you hadn't said a word to each other.
"why a starfish?" nicole asks. she leans further into conrad’s arms.
you look at conrad, briefly, then shrug. "i like the beach."
the game continues until the fire dies down, and you’re left with a burning sensation from conrad glancing in your direction, at the starfish etched on your skin.
then — summer, age 13
"that's disgusting," steven said, scrunching his nose.
"no, steven, that's friendship," you replied, just as jeremiah leaned over to take more from your cup, and vice versa.
"right, friendship." belly raised her eyebrow at you, and you rolled your eyes in response. you then decided to take an interest in your formerly white sneakers (after so many summers, they were now decorated with sand and sea water and permanent marker doodles. your mother hated them.)
that summer, belly became convinced that jeremiah had a crush on you. she said that he was absolutely lovestruck and that you were too blinded by years of being best friends with him to notice. jeremiah had made you promise not to tell belly the hilarious irony of the situation — that it was belly he so clearly loved.
"see, steven. friendship can be sweet!" jeremiah grinned, chewing the chunk of bubble gum he had fished from your cup. that was the type of cheesy thing only jeremiah could say and make others laugh unironically.
years before, when you were just kids, you and jeremiah believed you had solved the most complicated problem in the world. you loved bubble gum ice cream, but hated the bubble gum chunks. jeremiah loved bubble gum chunks, and didn't care if the flavor clashed with his favorite rainbow sherbert because he loved you even more (platonically, of course).
during the whole interaction, conrad was silent, looking out towards the beach.
the five of you had walked to the nearest ice cream shop (there was no baskin robbins in cousins, but some nautical themed place with 50 flavors and unlimited toppings). you decided to come back and sit on the porch of the fisher house (where there was a decent amount of shade) rather than on the beach. it was one of the hottest afternoons of the summer, late july, when the sun was at its peak. those who'd been coming to cousins their whole lives knew that being at the beach in such weather was only good for swimming.
you glanced at conrad, who took another bite (an actual bite) of his chocolate ice cream. he was sitting on the railing instead of the stairs like the rest of you, so you had to crane your neck slightly. you tapped his ankle, which was decorated with a temporary tattoo. the night before, the two of you had found a few left over from when you were kids and, having a sugar rush from too much cream soda and root beer (and maybe stolen sips of sangria when the adults weren't looking), decided it would be hilarious to see if the tattoos still worked. so, conrad had a cartoonish-looking shark on his ankle, and you had a similarly cartoonish-looking starfish on your arm.
"you okay, connie?" you asked. you only got a nod and a small smile in response. more and more, as summer crept on, conrad would be laughing, loud and lively, one second (exhibit A: using those temporary tattoos the night before was his idea -- we don't want them to go to waste, y/n, he grinned mischievously) and the next he'd be silent, closed off (exhibit B: since you came back from your ice cream excursion, he'd barely said a word).
even though you couldn't really read minds, you had an aching feeling that you knew what conrad was thinking in that moment, because you’d been thinking it, too: time was passing too quickly. in a few days, it would already be august, and september was just around the corner. the summer - your childhood - was as temporary as yours and conrad’s tattoos: vibrant and saturated, slightly faded, then gone.
"i wanna go swimming. anyone wanna join me at the beach?" jeremiah suddenly asked.
"i've gotta pick up the twins from day camp, but i'll try to meet you guys later." you knew that wasn't true though — things were getting more and more tense between your parents, your father storming out angrily after useless arguments and your mother passing out on the couch after one too many glasses of wine. someone needed to watch your siblings, and neither of your parents seemed pressed to find an actual babysitter.
"i'll stay with you," conrad said.
belly and steven took jeremiah up on his offer. once the other three were gone, you stood up. "scooch over." conrad shifted slightly and you went to join him on the railing, your knees practically knocking together.
"so. did the tattoo help you get over your fear of sharks?"
conrad took another bite of his ice cream, this time with a giant chunk of chocolate. "i don't fear sharks," he replied. then, he turned to you and shrugged. "i just respect them, you know?"
you bumped your shoulder against conrad's. "right. you respect them so much that you avoid the ocean at all costs."
conrad smirked. "says the girl who avoids eating on the beach because she's scared of seagulls!"
you were laughing, teasing each other, not caring that your ice cream was melting, when mr. fisher opened the front door, car keys in hand.
"oh, hey kids. we were wondering where you were."
"we went to scoops ahoy," you explained. you took a bite of your ice cream and resisted the urge to spit it out once you realized that it had a chunk of bubble gum in it.
"better watch the ice cream, huh, y/n?" mr. fisher said, smiling like he said the funniest thing in the world. he patted his stomach to further his point. "if you want to keep up at those swim meets."
you suddenly froze, mid bite. you cleared your throat and dropped the spoon back in your half-empty cup, suddenly queasy.
"dad," conrad said, not raising his voice, but definitely irritated. "what the actual fuck."
"language, conrad," mr. fisher scolded. without another word, he got in his car and drove away.
"he shouldn't have said that," conrad said instantly.
"it's fine," you replied, too quickly to be true. you set down your ice cream between you and conrad. "it's nothing my own father hasn't said to me."
being a teenage girl was brutal, and competitive swimming amplified that, especially the older you got. there was always someone faster, someone more skilled, someone better. ice cream churned in your stomach at the thought. was your father right: had you wasted your summer, not practicing your technique and stuffing your face with sugary treats?
conrad picked up your ice cream and handed it to you. he then took the spoon from his own cup, and stated: "fuck dads who are jerks."
you couldn't help but smile. somehow, he always knew what to say to make you believe that you weren't alone, that things would be okay no matter how fucked up the world was.
"fuck dads who are jerks," you echoed, raising your spoon.
"and,” conrad paused. he looked at you with gentle eyes. “to always being there for each other."
you smiled at him, heart soaring. "to always being there for each other."
you clinked your spoons together, and ate your ice cream, and shifted closer so your legs pressed together — and it didn't feel like a temporary promise.
now
you always loved mornings in cousins. the beach was particularly beautiful at sunrise, the water at its most peaceful.
the morning after the bonfire, you need that peacefulness to wash over you. as quietly as you can to avoid waking up the rest of your family, you make a fresh pot of coffee and pour some into your favourite mug. it’s from the rainforest cafe: bright green with a cartoon frog on it. you brought it back from a swim meet in niagara falls when you were 10, and got one for the fishers as well. theirs was orange with a cartoon iguana. conrad would use it all the time; you imagine it collecting dust in the kitchen cupboard now.
you make your way down to the beach, and notice someone already sitting at your usual spot by the water.
conrad doesn’t say anything when you sit next to him. he’s wearing a red hoodie over his clothes from last night, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. he glances at you as you sip your drink.
“morning,” he whispers.
you shiver, and not just from the cool morning air. you’re reminded of the last time conrad spoke to you so softly, the last time you’d caught an early morning sunrise together. such a contrast to where you are now.
“morning,” you finally reply.
as the sound of waves fills the silence between you, conrad lights his cigarette and takes a puff. then, he hands it to you. in turn, you offer him your mug. a peace offering — you both accept. the space between you becomes open, comfortable.
“since when do you smoke?” you exhale, letting the smoke warm your lungs.
conrad takes a long sip of coffee, looking out towards the ocean. “since i quit football.”
“i thought you loved football.”
“i loved it,” conrad answers. he takes another sip, then gives the mug back to you. “i don’t love it anymore.”
you take another drag of the cigarette. your fingers brush against his when you return it to him.
“once you love something, you never really unlove it,” you muse, even though you know exactly what he means — when it comes to sports.
“don’t misquote spirited away at me,” he laughs, and you can’t help but smile. the first time you'd watch that movie was when you were 8. all the kids crowded into the den of the fisher house on a rainy day. susannah prepared an impressive spread of candy, popcorn, and soda for you all. you drank dr. pepper from a twizzler straw and cried when chihiro reunited with haku.
conrad glances at you and the sunshine highlights his smile, his brown hair, the hazel of his eyes. golden, radiant.
you shiver again, looking away. before you know it, you feel something draped across your shoulders.
“i’m not sure nicole would like it if i was wearing your hoodie.” you joke, but your words are laced with a bitterness you hope conrad doesn’t catch. unlucky for you, conrad knew you too well.
“you don’t get to do that,” he snaps.
“do what?”
conrad scoffs. “be jealous.”
“well, you don’t get to tell me how to feel.”
“so, you are jealous?”
you exhale sharply; you can practically feel the wall between you two reappear.
“it’s too early, con. and i’m too hungover to deal with this.”
there’s nothing more left to say. you get up, throw his hoodie on the sand, and walk back towards your house, the beach and conrad further away with every step you take.
it makes sense that way: you were always the one to leave first.
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the view between villages
THE VIEW BETWEEN VILLAGES, FISHER BROTHERS X SISTER!READER
APART OF THE ‘WE’LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER’ SERIES
SUMMARY: after the death of her mother, the youngest fisher takes a drive away from the chaos, leaving her back in cousin’s, where for the first time in six weeks, everything’s still.
inspired by the view between villages by noah kahan.
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lowercase intentional! wc: 1.5k
warnings: swearing, cancer, death of a loved one,grief, really really bad eating habits (please be cautious!) mentions of insomnia (?), breakdown, the summer i turned pretty spoilers!!!!!
a/n: noah kahan’s deluxe album of stick season came out and here we are.psa, i’m declaring cousins is in MA lol & im projecting some of my grief into here as well so pls enjoy!!
GRABBING HER KEYS OFF OF THE SIDE OF HER BEDROOM TABLE,
y/n fisher snuck down the stairs of her house, with the only sound echoing off the walls were her keys jingling as she made her way out, and the door locking behind her.
as she made her way out, she saw her car sitting in the same spot it had been for the past six days.
slowly opening the door to the 98 mustang, y/n got in, before turning the key, and the opening notes to marjorie by taylor swift had started to play. quickly shutting off her radio, the girl took in a shaky breath, trying to keep her composure until she got to her destination.
deciding to hit shuffle on her playlist, y/n gripped the wheel hard before putting the car in reverse, and backing out of her driveway in cambridge massachusetts.
it would take her an hour to get to where she needed to go, but the way she was going, it would take less than that. she was determined to get there as fast as she could, and as quickly as she could away from the house she used to call home.
six weeks, 4 days, and 25 minutes since she last had her mother here. 1,104 hours since she didn’t feel numbness, since she didn’t have blinding rage that turned her into a person she despised.
46 days since the glue that held her family together came unstuck, and it all fell apart.
ever since susannah fisher had died, the youngest fisher hadn’t been the same.
grief had made her shut down, bursting at the seams with seething rage. the fisher that was known as the kindest girl in cambridge had become inconsolable, angry and resentful towards everyone around her.
she had shut out everyone who tried to get in. her best friend, belly and steven who had tried to call right after susannah had passed, and both of her brothers no matter how hard they both tried.
she was on her own, and it was her own doing. y/n knew it, her best friend grace knew it, hell- her own father who she barely acknowledged knew it.
y/n had always heard that grief changed people, it turned them into people that had been hiding deep down, under anger, sadness, resentment and agony. she never once believed it because she had never seen it. too young, too naive, and too joyful to believe that someone could change that fast at the drop of a hat.
she didn’t believe it until she became that person herself.
resentful, depressed, and in so much agony it caused her physical pain.
y/n could feel the same pain filling her as she cross the sagamore bridge, and soon enough, she was pulling into the same driveway she had left less than a year ago, except back then she had her mother right by her side, in the passenger seat as they drove back home.
exiting the car, she saw the house known as ‘beck’s house’ the same way the fisher’s had left it the summer before. with the flowers they had planted now shriveled up and dead, describing the way y/n felt.
she grabbed the blanket she always kept in the back of the car before making her way down towards the beach, with the sun barely above the horizon. purple, pink and blue painted the sky as the 16 year old wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, reminding her of her mother.
y/n couldn’t escape it. everywhere she went she saw her mother. the starbucks they would stop at everyday her freshman year, the bakery they went to every friday, and even driving the car that was once her mom’s.
everywhere she went, y/n saw susannah fisher.
it made her angry. it made her absolutely furious that everyone else could go on with their lives, with both of their parents and their families happy and joyful. it made her furious that she wouldn’t have her mom there to give her tips on how to do her makeup, to see her off to college, and she wouldn’t be able to have her mom see her in a white gown, walking down the isle as she got married.
everyone else but y/n fisher would be able to experience that.
hot angry tears started to roll down y/n’s fiery cheeks that were filled with rage, and her fists balled up, her short nails digging into her skin as she tried to watch the sunrise, but she couldn’t.
the longer she sat there, the angrier she got, before she finally ripped off her blanket, and stood up.
she looked towards the flower bed her mother always kept towards the beach, with decorative rocks holding them down, before grabbing as many as she could and tossing them into the ocean one at a time, each representing the innocence, and opportunities she had lost.
y/n watched as they sunk into the ocean, representing the sinking feeling she couldn’t get rid of no matter how hard she tried, until her hands were empty, but the agony she felt was still there.
and no matter how hard the youngest fisher tried, it continued to rise until she couldn’t take it anymore.
a scream erupted from her lips as she heard footsteps quickly approaching her, but she refused to see who it was. y/n hands shook as she searched the sand for more rocks, or even sea-shells until she found one, and chucked it as hard as she could into the ocean.
the h/c girl stopped in her position as conrad stood in front of her, stopping her from searching for more things to throw. she could see jeremiah right on the side of conrad, and the concern on their faces scared her.
it was at that moment, she felt the bottle that held all of her grief, shattered.
the hot angry tears turned into agonizing sobs, ones she couldn’t hold off any longer. for the first time since her mothers death, y/n had broke.
she felt conrad's arms wrap around her as her sobs became louder and louder, and jeremiah soon joined in, both fisher boys not realizing how bad y/n had been. grief had slowly been consuming her, and neither of them had seen it.
they both knew she hadn’t been sleeping, and the only thing they ever saw her eating or drinking was the starbucks drink she always had in her hand. the entire family was so wrapped up in their grief, they never saw how bad everyone actually was.
the fisher siblings stood there for a long time, before y/n’s tears had become silent, and y/n and conrad sat there, watching the ocean as jeremiah had run to grab the three’s breakfast from the front porch.
“how long have you been this angry?”conrad questioned as he looked over at the girl, finally taking notice of how bad she looked. she had purple bags under her eyes, and had lost so much weight that to conrad, his little sister had almost become unrecognizable.
“almost two months.”y/n whispered as jeremiah had come back, with two starbucks bags in his hands for the fisher siblings. conrad stared at the girl as jer gave everyone their items, and y/n took a drink of her refresher, trying to avoid her brothers looks.
“why didn’t you say anything?”jer asked softly, watching as his baby sisters hands shook, and she kept silent for a few moments before finally speaking up.
“sometimes in my mind, the best thing to do is to bottle everything up and wait until i shatter.”the h/c girl explained, sniffing before she took another sip of her drink, “plus i’m not the only one grieving, you two have been as well and i didn’t want to put that on you.”
the fisher brothers shared a look, now knowing how bad things had really gotten for the girl without them realizing it. “when was the last time you slept or ate?”conrad questioned, and y/n shrugged, not really knowing how to answer the question that was presented in front of her.
“i usually try to sleep during the day. everything keeps me up at night.”she whispered, before jeremiah hugged her from the side, leaving the three siblings in silence, except for the waves crashing against the shoreline.
the fisher siblings were back in cousin’s, and everything had stilled.
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It’s the way so many people dismiss HSMTMTS because is from Disney Plus and they associate it to being a kids show and not as deep as the other teen shows out there and it couldn’t be more untrue. The characters are better written and have a more reliable personality than most of the teen shows making the rounds right now that people believe is actual television. Not just the ships are better and are delivering more representation and buzz than Netflix or Amazon combined but the actors from this show are so insanely talented and know how to handle both emotional and comedic beats flawlessly. And the performances are clearing a lot of people from those shows. Put respect on their name.
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Just got myself to read a spoiler accidentally of The Summer I Turned Pretty and found out that Jeremiah Fisher turns out to be a frat boy in the third book and you want me to believe that this boy who was the most supportive of Belly's choices throughout the summer and cared for everyone around him decided to give away all of his morals and cheat on her?! Like c'mon he was so sweet throughout the first two books and then JH turns him to be some nightmarish toxic guy and I won't believe it. This character development is unbelievable, it feels more like the author didn't find any flaws in him in order for Belly to choose Conrad and she just made Jeremiah the flaw and I'm team Jere from the very beginning and book 3 doesn't exist for me and if s3 gets a similar ending with Jeremiah as the problem than I'm gonna plainly ignore it exists.
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𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬 (conrad fisher x reader)
description: your new job has conrad’s mind spiraling.
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Conrad was a very supportive boyfriend, he’d been there for each and every cheer competition, he’d had your back when your parents judged your career choices. But right now it took a lot for him not to speak his mind.
“So how do I look?” You asked spinning in a circle showing off your new work uniform. When you told him about getting a new job a week ago, he thought his perfect innocent girlfriend would apply to some bake shop. He was super wrong. You’d applied at a sports bar to be a waitress! If it was any other waitress job he’d be fine. But this one was packed full of snobby frat dudes who’d ogle his girl the whole time.
The uniforms. The tiny booty shorts did little to conceal your ass, the bikini top had your breasts nearly spilling out of the top. God you looked so beautiful . “You look good enough to bend over this counter.” Conrad smirked, wrapping his arms around your body. Would trying to seduce you before work be evil? Maybe he’d get to have you all to himself for the rest of the night you’d forget the whole job thing. “That’s very tempting but my shift starts in 30.” You stood on tip toes placing kisses all across his face, landing the last one onto his lips.
“Can i come with?” Conrad’s question causes you to giggle, “Oh you’re serious?” You said when you noticed his frown. “Yeah why wouldn’t i be? just wanna look out for you.” His fingers absentmindedly massaged your hips lightly. “I’ll be fine you stay here and I’ll be back in 4 hours!” He almost ran and trapped you, so you wouldn’t be able to walk out that door, but as he watched you leave excited,he wouldn’t ruin your mood.
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Conrad couldn’t concentrate, his mind kept running back to you in those booty shorts, how other undeserving dudes were looking at you tonight. He wasn’t one of those boyfriends that controlled what you wore. Even at parties if dudes tried to feel up on you while he stepped away for a second he’d pull you away immediately. If the dudes were brave enough they’d try to pick a fight with Conrad which in return didn’t end up well for them.
All he could do was stare at the clock, watching it as it ticked by waiting for your shift to end. The thoughts that were going through his mind at the moment weren’t good. He’d wonder if you would even mention if a guy made you uncomfortable. He knew that you always tried to avoid conflict as best as you could. So the thought of a guy making lewd comments or worse touching you, and you not mentioning it to any one at your job scared him.
The sound of the door opening and closing has Conrad on his feet in no time. “Woah hey baby!” You say as he quickly grips onto your hips. “Missed you too!” You laugh when he smothers your chest and neck with kisses. “How was your day?” When he pulls away he examines your figure, he has the most attractive girlfriend ever. Even now with a baggy shirt over your uniform, you were beautiful.
“It was so good! all the girls are so sweet!” You gushed about your new co-workers. Conrad felt his body relax, you sounded like everything was fine but he was still going to ask. “The customers though?” You pursed your lips “You know how it is, some people complain about stupid things.” You rolled your eyes. “But look! I almost got 700 dollars in tips today!” You pulled money out of your back pockets. Conrad raised an eyebrow “Must have provided good service then!” he kissed both of your cheeks, you were so adorable when you were excited about something.
“Well I hardly do anything at some tables!” You started walking to the living room, shedding your over sized t-shirt. Conrad couldn’t help it when his eyes stopped at your breasts for a minute before looking back at your face. “I got tipped a one hundred dollar bill! And all the dude ordered was a lemonade!” Conrad wasn’t stupid he knew why that fucking dude did that! “Was the lemonade that good or?” He questioned sitting down on the couch pulling you onto his lap.
“No! it was that minute made fountain drink, I think he liked me” You shrugged, leaning into start a very needy make out session with your hot boyfriend. You immediately frowned and almost let out an audible whine when he turned his head away. “Kiss me” you tried another time, but like you expected he turned his head once again. “What’s wrong?” You whispered, playing with his hair. “You think he liked you?” He asked repeating your words from earlier with a scoff.
“Not like that!” You shook your head “He said i was fun to talk to!” Okay now this was really annoying Conrad. “That’s what they say all the time, did he ask if you had a boyfriend?” Conrad’s question left you silent. “Yea and I told him I do!” Conrad felt relief after that but not fully, guys still flirted when girls had boyfriends right? “What’s this fuckers name?” You gasped but let out a little laugh before replying “John” Conrad processed the name for a little, he didn’t know any John.
You took this time to pepper kisses down his neck, Conrad blew out a breath you were good at distracting him, you were fucking evil. As you rolled your hips into his and felt the strain in his sweats, you know you had him right where you wanted him. “Besides john’s not the worst thing ever? You should see the dudes that write their phone number on the receipts.” Conrad was about to reply but you silenced him with a kiss “Don’t worry baby I throw them away.”
His breathing turned rapid as you moved off his lap, landing in front of him on your knees. “You look tense connie let me make you feel good” you whispered massaging his thighs over his sweats. His only response was a “fuck please” and a head nod. You reached for the knot in his sweats and untied it agonizingly slow, “Don’t fucking tease right now baby.” Conrad muttered, his jaw flexed. You slowly pulled his sweats and under wear down with his help.
“Don’t worry baby we have all night.” You said as you finally took him inside your mouth. And he was a goner, All wrapped up in you and your body, your mouth, just you.
~
Week three of your job and he was barely coming to see you, he felt like a bad boyfriend. Conrad stood in line at your job, the hostess line where he waited to be seated was taking forever. Every time a waitress would walk by in the same uniform you wore every day he looked away. He wouldn’t dare disrespect you. He breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed he was next in line. Now that he was closer to the restaurants front, he looked around for you, where were you?
“Next!” the cheery voice had him moving forward. The red headed girl smiled politely at him. “Welcome just a table for one?!” She asked full of bright energy. Conrad nodded in reply. “Okay let me see what we have” she started messing with the tablet that was on her counter. “Okay today you’ll be with Alyssa she-“ The girl was interrupted before she could finish her sentence.
“I’ll take him, he’s mine!” You stood beside the hostess with a goofy smile. “But you already have like six tables” The hostess worried that it would be a lot of work. “It’s fine Maria I swear, this is my boyfriend.” The hostess who he knew now was Maria laughed knowing all to well she would of the done the same thing if it was her boyfriend “Oh okay wanna sit him down?” She handed you the menu and quickly told you where to seat him.
As you guided him towards the table he couldn’t help it but stare at your backside, those shorts were going to be the death of him. “Right here babe!” You seated him at a tall table. “Thank you” he took a seat staring at you with a small smile. “What?” you questioned now feeling shy. “I’ll take him he’s mine?” He repeated your words that you said at the hostess line. “What? You wanted me to be your waitress right?” You looked at him with an irritated look. “Because I can tell Alyssa to take your table if you want someone else!” You started to raise your voice a little. “I’m kidding babe, just liked how you said it that’s all.”
“Okay what can I get you to drink? Wanna beer?” You went back into professional mode. “Yeah I’ll take a beer” you smiled, leaning over to plant a kiss onto his lips. “I’ll be back!” Now that you were gone is when he took the time to look around the place. And just like he expected obnoxious frat dudes. He had a smug smile as the frat dudes stared at him no doubt talking about the hot waitress that Conrad got to kiss.
~
5 minutes. 10 minutes. 15 minutes.
You still hadn’t brought him his beer, you hadn’t even been back to this section of the restaurant. Conrad could tell your other tables were getting impatient as well. He stood up on a mission to find you.
He clearly remembered how you joked about being so wrapped up in conversation. With your new “friend” John that you often forgot about your other tables.
It didn’t take long for him to find you, there you stood at the bar having a conversation with a customer that was hidden from his line of sight. Fucking John right? he didn’t wanna rush up towards the both of you and look like a crazy person so he remained walking normally. As he crept up you gasped “hey baby!” You gushed wrapping your arms around his neck, placing a chaste kiss on his lips, he had no problem kissing back. “This is John!” You introduced the person when you pulled away.
He was an old man, no older than 70. “This is John?” Conrad asked, eyes assessing the man. The lemonade that you always said he ordered? check. The lonely chair that no sat next to him in? check. “Yup!” you popped the p. “My new best friend!” John laughed “yes,yes me and your girl have quite the conversations almost all of them seem to be about you! you must be Conrad!” John stuck his hand out. Conrad shook his hand without complaining.
“Yeah, heard a lot about you too! thanks for keeping my girl company.” Conrad spoke genuinely. “Oh my gosh my other tables, I’ll be back!” You nearly yelled before rushing back towards the section. Conrad couldn’t believe this was John! The John he’d cursed out in his head more than once. The John that tipped you one hundred dollar bills even though he only drank a lemonade.
“She’s the first one to not make fun of me or think I’m some sorta creep.” John spoke after a moment of silence. “What?” Conrad asked. “She doesn’t make fun of me because I’m a lonely old man, everyone else here has.” Conrad smiled to himself you really were the nicest person ever. “She mentioned that you come here almost everyday, why is that?” Conrad couldn’t help but be curious.
“Bethany, my wife about 50 some years ago she worked here, right at this bar that’s where I met her, I had some drinking problems back then, stubborn girl didn’t give me a drink after my 5th shot said it was either lemonade or water” he laughed to himself, no doubt reminiscing about the old days. “Before I knew It I was in love and married, we came here every weekend even though she no longer worked here! every-time I got the urge to have a drink she ordered me a lemonade.” John’s face turned sorrowful, by the look on his face Conrad knew his wife was no longer alive.
“Can i ask what happened?” Conrad whispered, he knew now how conversations with this man had distracted you many times. “Car accident, on her way to an appointment we was supposed to have twins.” John cleared his throat understandably getting emotional.
“Gotta cherish every moment with y/n alright? She loves you.” John clapped his hand on Conrad’s shoulder. Conrad nodded with pride. “Sorry to hear about your family, and I love y/n more than I can express ever since we were 7 years old.” John smiled with a fondness that seemed to make his heart happy “Childhood lovers? My favorite.” Conrad laughed “We use to fight a lot, everyone would say that we would be dating by the age of sixteen, spoiler alert they were right.”
You came back quickly. “I might have gotten a write up because I abandoned my tables for more than 15 minutes.” You laughed with a shrug. “Oh it’s all my fault!” John shook his head feeling bad. “No it’s not! I should be able to multitask!” you reassured him. “So what did y’all talk about?” You beamed with a smile, Conrad wrapped his arms around you waist kissing your forehead.
“Just about making every moment count.” Conrad whispered, smiling down at you with so much love and care.
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Doomed (Part Two)
Nobody had told you about how terrifying pregnancy scans were. You were now twelve weeks pregnant, and you and Conrad had booked in to see a doctor not far from Cousins, but far enough that there wasn’t a risk of seeing anybody you knew.
You’d made an excuse to Belly that you’d be going out to get your car serviced, and Conrad had said that he was going surfing. The pair of you waited until you were around the corner, out of view from the house, and he clambered into the passenger seat. The drive was in relative silence, neither of you knowing a single word that would be right to say.
You drive the way to the hospital, park up outside, check in at the reception. And the two of you sit in seats beside each other, both staring out at the rest of the room in front of you. Conrad picks up a pamphlet on ‘the early stages of pregnancy’ and then sets it down, picking up another one entitled ‘pregnancy progress’. You look away, the sight of the baby on the front making you feel like your entire stomach had just flipped.
“Miss (Y/L/N)?” A young woman approaches from one of the doors and you stand up, your eyes focused ahead of you as Conrad tucks the leaflet into his back pocket.
You’re both led into a room decorated in white. There’s a bed in the middle, covered in blue paper sheets, a monitor just beside it and a million wires that you’re certain have uses you’ll never know. There’s a doctor sat with her back to you, turning around with a warm smile at the sound of you entering.
“Good morning, (Y/N),” She beams, “It’s good to meet you. I’m Doctor Miller.”
She stands and extends a hand to you, shaking your hand in hers.
“And you must be-“
“Conrad,” He completes, shaking her hand too.
“Alright, please, come and take a seat,” She encourages, “(Y/N) if you’d like to hop onto the bed for me, and we’ll get your tests out of the way so that we can get started on your scan. Conrad, there’s a seat for you just beside the bed.”
Both of you do as asked and the doctor and her assistant run you through the routine checks. Every single thing they pick up seems to be met with worried expressions from Conrad, watching each of their movements as if he’s terrified of what they’ll do next.
“Okay, Mom and Dad, are we happy to get started with your ultrasound?”
You glance over to Conrad, something seeming to shift between you at the sound of those names. You swallow the lump in your throat and nod, suddenly aware of how nervous your entire body felt, how your ears were ringing, your eyes oddly blurry.
They move around you and brush an ice cold gel over your stomach, shifting around until they press the moving machine over the skin. You don’t look at the screen, your ears still ringing, eyes still blurry.
And then you hear it.
A beating. Soft, rhythmic, gentle. It’s muffled and strangely perfect and the ringing in your ears comes to a halt.
“Oh my god,” Conrad leans forward in his chair, eyes glazing over at the sight on screen.
You turn your head, breath catching at the sight. Amongst the blurry, greying space, you make out the shape of a tiny head, tiny body, tiny arms.
“And that right there, is your baby,” Doctor Miller speaks calmly, “Everything looks happy and healthy.”
“Oh my god,” Conrad speaks again and your head turns towards him.
His eyes fall to you and he smiles softly, his hand reaching out and squeezing yours, both of his palms cupping around your hand. You smile, tears brimming at your eyes and he presses a kiss to your fingers between his grasp.
“That’s a baby,” He mumbles, eyes not once leaving yours.
You nod, letting out a soft laugh, “And everything’s okay? I mean, it’s like… it’s healthy and like the size it should be and-“
“You have nothing to be worried about.”
You feel the weight on your chest ease a little, melding into the way Conrad holds so tightly onto your hand, both of you entranced by the screen in front of you, the beating echoing in your ears.
——Ten Weeks Earlier——
Getting ready for a funeral was an awful thought, really. You’d slipped into a dress, fixed your hair, done your lightest makeup, made yourself look presentable and you were driving over. Part of you was certain that you were in no place to drive. Your hands were trembling already, your head foggy and purely unclear. Every few seconds, another one of them flashed into your mind. Jeremiah saying goodbye to his Mom, Laurel saying goodbye to her best friend, Belly and Steven saying goodbye to someone that had treated them like her own, and… Conrad.
The entire morning feels like a blur until you arrive, and then it seems to all melt into one as if it’s impossible for you to truly accept what was happening. You were certain that you hadn’t gone a day without crying since you’d split up with Conrad, and today would be no different.
When you get there, Laurel’s car is already parked in front of the church and you park beside her, fixing your hair in the mirror once more before letting out a shaky breath, getting out to walk through towards the entrance.
There’s a weight on your chest that hasn’t shifted, but it seems to worsen at the sight in front of you - rows of solemn faces and shoulders hanging low. There’s a seat beside Belly in the second row and you make your way over.
“Hey,” She smiles softly when she sees you, “I was looking for you, I thought you’d come with Conrad.”
“Um,” You drag a hand through your hair, blinking the tears from your eyes, “I just-“
“Oh hello, honey,” Laurel interjects, reaching over Belly so that she can squeeze your hand, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay,” You reply, thankful for the distraction from Belly’s query.
As if on cue, the boys start to walk down the middle aisle, having said their welcomes to everyone on the way. Jeremiah stops at the sight of the group of you, smiling and squeezing your shoulder as if he needed the smallest reassurance. Conrad walks directly in front, taking his seat in front of you. His shoulders look heavy and his hair has been cut since you last saw him. Every morsel of your being wants to reach out to him and wrap your arms around him, tell him you loved him, that you were here for him.
But you sit back in your chair, letting out a shaky breath.
—
The wake, somehow, felt worse than the service. Everyone was mingling around you, the Conklins, the Fisher boys, as if they were waiting for you all to break. You still hadn’t spoken a word to Conrad, certain more than ever that he didn’t want to speak to you.
“Hey,” It’s Steven beside you as you fill up a glass of water at the sink.
There was a sickness in your stomach that hadn’t subsided all day.
“I haven’t had a chance to speak to you today,” He says, “How are you holding up?”
“I’m okay,” You nod, “It’s just horrible, you know?”
“So, I’m going to ask,” He turns around, glancing over his shoulder to make sure nobody else was around, “When were you going to tell us that you and Conrad split up?”
“I don’t-“
“Come on (Y/n), you two have barely looked at each other all day. What’s going on?” Steven frowns just a little, his face softening.
“We, um, we split up a couple of weeks ago,” You explain, glancing over to where Conrad stood on the other end of the room, “Just… not what he needed right now.”
“You’re not what he needed?” Steven scoffs, “(Y/n) you’re always what he needs.”
You shrug your shoulders, wrapping your arms around yourself, “I thought so too.”
Steven reaches out and squeezes your shoulder, his eyes offering as much sympathy as they can.
“I’m sorry I just need to-“ You shake your head, trying to stop yourself from crying, “I’ll be back in a second.”
You shuffle your way through the crowd and head upstairs, finding the bathroom and locking the door behind you. You sit down onto the toilet and lean forward, pressing the heels of your hands against your closed eyes to stop every emotion that wanted to escape you. It wasn’t just today, or Susannah, or Conrad or everyone else or anything… there was one thing tugging at the back of your mind that you hadn’t been able to forget all day. You were late. By just over a week, actually. And you were never late.
You take your bag from your shoulder and pull out the small cardboard box you’d bought with you - the most accurate pregnancy test the store could offer you. And, in that moment, it’s like you’ve already got the result.
—
For a moment you wonder how other people react when they find out they’re pregnant. Is it fear at first? And then all together an overwhelming sense of joy? Are there tears? Do they plan out their future in that tiny moment of excitement?
Yours didn’t feel like that. But your entire body felt numb, weak. Your shoulders dropped over your torso and you hadn’t stood up just yet, certain that your legs would give out if you tried.
A baby.
You look down at your stomach, unchanged from its normal shape, and yet capable of changing everything about your life in a matter of months.
There’s a knock on the bathroom door and you flinch, glancing up quickly. As if in panic mode, you stuff the test into your bag, check your appearance in the mirror, scan the room for no signs of evidence and then turn around to unbolt the door and step out.
It’s Conrad on the other side.
“(Y/n)…” His voice breaks over the word, his eyes looking to you as if desperate to reach out.
Your vision blurs, ringing in your ears, heart pounding, “I-“
For a second there’s a glimpse of hope in his eyes, as if your voice was like a breath of fresh air to him.
“I have to go.”
——Now——
When you get home, Conrad goes in ahead of you, holding open the door and glancing back at you as if checking on you at every opportunity.
“Hey…” Belly frowns a little, pausing on the stairs on her way down, confused at the sight, “You guys okay?”
“Yeah,” You say softly, “Conrad was walking back as I drove around so I picked him up.”
She looks between the two of you and nods a little slowly.
“Come on Belly, we don’t have to hate each other,” Conrad interjects, clearing his throat, “We’re fine.”
“Right, yeah, of course,” Belly responds, “Well, we’re having a family dinner tonight so you both need to be there for that.”
“I’ve got too much to get done Be-“ Conrad begins.
“No you don’t. We’ve spoken to Julia, we’ve spoken to your Dad, we’re sorting things,” Belly shakes her head, “No excuses.”
His shoulders drop a little and he rolls his eyes, “Okay.”
Belly grins and disappears around the corner towards the back of the house. Conrad turns to you and you can feel his eyes on you, watching you.
“Do you feel okay?” He asks, a frown between his brows.
You offer him a small smile, “No different, really. I haven’t been sick anymore this past week or so, so I’m hoping that’s all done.”
He hums in agreement, “Okay but I mean all things considered are you-“
“Um, Im going to go lie down for a while,” You cut in, running a hand through your hair.
You hurry yourself up the stairs towards your room, closing the door behind you.
There were certain times in the past months since you’d known you were pregnant where it felt like everything came crashing down onto you. You had moments where you thought you were so capable of doing it all, and other times where it felt near impossible to even begin. How could you raise a child? You didn’t know where to start. You couldn’t even fathom the idea of giving birth, bringing a whole new life into the world and holding it in your arms knowing it was your responsibility - half of you and half of him. Part of you was relieved that Conrad was the father. All things considered, you were lucky to have him. But you didn’t have him, did you? He wasn’t yours. He was here because of the baby. Without you telling him you were pregnant, you and Conrad would barely be speaking right now.
You let your head hit the pillow of your bed and close your eyes, for a moment imagining your life beyond the safety blanket of your pregnancy. Pregnancy, for now, was delaying the responsibility of taking care of this child - a task you were yet to convince yourself that you were capable of.
You wrap your arms around your stomach and let yourself fall asleep, thankful that you don’t have to worry about it all as soon as your eyes are shut.
—
You wake up a couple of hours later and can already hear the clanging downstairs of them preparing for dinner tonight. You stop yourself momentarily in the way you’d learnt how to do in the past few weeks - stop before you get up, make sure you don’t need to be sick.
But that’s passed now. This was you going into the second trimester, this was everything becoming real.
Your clothing choices are limited when nobody knew that you were pregnant, and so you opt for a flowy dress that came down to your thighs, floating around your curves. You put on a light cover of makeup to make yourself feel more awake and pull your hair back into a messy bun, pieces falling around either side of your face. You double check in the mirror in your room, nothing was visible.
Deep breath, and you go downstairs.
There’s already the bustling sound of the group of them getting things ready in the kitchen, and you walk through into expected chaos.
“No Steven don’t take that I need that for the-“ Belly groans, taking a pan from his hands, her other hand holding a bowl.
“I need it! You told me you want me to fry these, how do you want me to fry without the good pan?” Steven returns, sweat forming on his brow.
“Steven there’s another pan in the cupboard, but I need you to do the salad before you do that,” Jeremiah interjects, pulling out a lettuce and tomatoes and setting them down onto the counter.
“Salad’s a shit job I do-“ Steven stops himself, “Hey (Y/n).”
“Hey,” You let out a laugh, “How’s it going?”
“Terribly,” Belly lets out a sigh, turning around to you with stressed eyes.
“Is this a ‘you need my help’ situation or a ‘too many cooks’ situation?” You ask, “I can help if you need me to.”
“Set the table?” Belly suggests, “I think Steven will scream if another person gets in his way.”
“Oh because I’m the dramatic one,” Steven rolls his eyes, “Belly it’s you that-“
You let their argument drown out behind you as you pick up the placemats and cutlery from the counter, carrying them through to the dining room to set it all out. You lay it out in your best version of how Susannah would want it, cutlery lined neatly next to clean mats. It feels empty, however, bare without any sort of homely touch.
You go through to the lounge and crouch down to rummage through one of the cupboards, looking for any kind of decorations that would still be lying around the place.
“What are you looking for?” It’s Conrad that speaks from behind you, dropping himself down onto the couch.
You glance back over your shoulder, “That candle thing that Susannah used to use to decorate the table.”
He smiles a little, looking down “Cupboard on your right, and there’s that weird centrepiece thing too.”
“Perfect!” You grin, following his instructions until you find what you were looking for, turning around with them in your hands.
“You know I knocked that candle over once, caught fire to the tablecloth,” Conrad smirks, “God, my dad hated me that day.”
You set the items down onto the coffee table and walk over to him, sitting down on the space on the couch beside him.
“How are yo-“
“Please don’t ask me how I’m feeling,” You smile gently.
Conrad smiles too, a blush creeping onto his cheeks, “Sorry.”
You sit in silence for a second, looking down at your belly in this dress, “I’m okay.”
He nods, “Felt like you were kind of spooked earlier.”
You let out a breathy laugh, “Aren’t you?”
Conrad thinks for a second and then shakes his head, “I thought I would be. But there was just something about it. Seeing them, hearing them, it felt so real.”
You soften at the sound of him talking, like he’s injecting the same reassurance into you.
“That’s a whole baby, and one day it’ll be a whole life and it’ll be ours,” Conrad leans forward in his seat, taking a deep breath that he releases slowly, “And I really think we can do it (Y/n).”
You place your hands over your stomach, smoothing over the material of your dress, “You sound so sure.”
“I am sure.”
He looks down at your stomach and then back up to your eyes. You take one of your hands away from the slight bump and guide it over to his, leading him to rest his hand beside yours. His fingers stretch around the curve, soft under your touch. When you glance up again, there are tears in his eyes.
“I wouldn’t be sure if I didn’t know that we could do this (Y/n), that you could do this,” He assures you, “But you make everything seem possible, this is no different.”
You smile, squeezing his hand underneath yours.
“I wanted to ask you,” Conrad shifts in his seat a little, as if preparing himself for something, “Do you-“
“Dinner’s ready!” Jeremiah yells from the kitchen and both of you flinch away from each other.
Conrad looks at you as if desperate to continue.
“Dinner’s ready,” You repeat, standing up and grabbing the centrepieces from the coffee table, carrying them through.
Conrad drops back against the couch, dragging a hand through his hair, letting out a breath. He stands up and follows after you, that anxious tightness held in his chest.
—
Dinner is a success, mostly. Steven had undercooked the veg and Jeremiah had slightly over cooked the chicken, and Belly hadn’t given enough time for the cheesecake to set how she wanted. But it was nice. Conrad was sat on the seat furthest from you, because everyone was still walking on eggshells about the two of you having to be together now they knew you were split up. He glanced at you every so often but you tried to ignore it as much as you could, distracting yourself with whatever conversation the others were having.
Conrad had been relatively quiet but he chimed in when he needed to, not drawing much attention to himself.
When the two of you were together, you’d see him like that and want to reach out for him, hold his hand under the table, your arm over the back of his chair so that you could draw patterns across his shoulders or brush your thumb over the short hairs at the base of neck. You knew when he needed to talk and when he didn’t want to, you knew all of the lines with him, you were the only one who did. And, as you see him now, you know that instinct hasn’t disappeared. You’d always have it. For him.
“Let me clear up,” You offer, “You cooked it all.”
You stand up and start collecting together the last of the plates left over after dessert and Steven stands up too.
“Yeah, you guys can talk about house stuff or whatever,” He brushes off, collecting up the rest of them and following after you.
The two of you walk into the mess of the kitchen and you start loading the empty dishwasher.
“So, I’m going to ask,” Steven starts, crouching down in front of the dishwasher so that you can hand things over to him.
“We’re fine,” You say softly, glancing over to the door as if reaching for Conrad’s reassurance.
Steven laughs a little, “You’re fine? You went from broken up and not talking to each other to absolutely fine?”
You shrug your shoulders, handing him a few more plates, “I don’t know, things change.”
“So you’re getting back together?” Steven raises his brows, “Because it would make things easier if you did, he’s so grumpy without you, it’s so much worse. Did you hear him when we got here?! He’d have never said that if he wasn’t single and he-“
“Steven!” You laugh, interjecting before he persists.
His features soften and he smiles at you, “I’m serious, do you seriously think that’s it with you?”
You take a deep breath and feel that same nausea churn through you momentarily, letting the breath out shakily, “I don’t think that’ll ever be it with me and Conrad,” You speak so quietly you’re not even sure he’d hear you.
Steven goes to speak again but you’re interrupted, a knock at the open door. You both look over to see Conrad stood in the doorway, his hands stuffing into his pockets as if he was nervous.
“Can I talk to you for a second (Y/n)?”
You glance at Steven and he grins widely, winking at you before taking the pot from your grasp.
You wipe your hands on the nearest kitchen towel and wring them out, walking over to Conrad as he steps aside to let you past.
“I thought we could go outside,” He says quietly, walking ahead of you towards the door that led out to the garden.
You glance back over your shoulder and then back to him, following him through the door he’s holding open for you.
It’s a just falling to complete darkness outside and there’s the slightest chill in the still air as the two of you walk down towards the dock.
Within a second, a million memories come flooding back to you.
———Eleven Months Earlier———
“Conrad I’m serious I’m not taking you to the hospital if you break a bone,” You laugh, drawing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs.
He turns around in the water to face you, kicking himself forward towards the ladder, pulling himself back onto the dock.
It was a hundred degrees out, and Conrad had spent all morning convincing you to jump off from the dock and go swimming with him. It was rocky and uneven underneath and, on at least three occasions, you were adamant he was close to seriously injuring himself. You were sat on the bench watching him, a book he’d given you perched at your side.
Conrad gets out of the water and flicks his hair back, spraying you with water in the process.
“You’re going to boil sat in this heat,” He points out, “It’s much more fun in the water.”
“What’s gotten into you today?” You laugh, “It’s like Conrad on crack.”
He rolls his eyes, “I’m not allowed to enjoy myself?”
You shake your head, “No you’re meant to be grumpy and forlorn and melancholy and cold hearted an-“
Within an instant, he scoops you up into his arms and throws you over his shoulder. You grip onto his damp skin instantly, squealing at the motion of him holding you beside him. He steps forward, teetering on the edge of the dock, somehow still so sturdy with you in his grasp. And… he jumps.
The two of you plunge into the water crashing under the surface. His grasp on you releases and you push off, swimming under the water until you break the surface, squinting at the sudden sun. You drag your hair away from your face and pinch a hand over your eyes to get rid of the water.
Conrad laughs from beside you, kicking around to face you again.
“Fuck, that really hurt,” You fake a wince, trying your best to offer any look of pain on your face.
“Oh shut up you’re just-“
“No I’m serious Con, I caught my ankle on something and it’s really hurting,” You grimace, fighting back a smile.
“Shit, are you serious?” He swims over to you quickly, treading water in front of you, “Can you move it?” His eyes scan your face with a furrow of worry between his brows.
Your face breaks into a smile and you giggle, watching his features relax.
“You’re the worst,” He splashes water towards you.
You laugh and splash him back until the two of you break into a full fight. He grabs your waist and pulls you into him before you get the chance to escape, you catching yourself on your hand against his chest.
For a moment, the two of you are breathless and laughing. And then the air seems to shift, and there’s something so unspoken held in the minimal space between you.
You see his eyes flick down to your lips and back up to your eyes, alternating with your own eyes doing the same. He swallows the lump in his throat. You know now that you want nothing to ruin this moment, that you wanted to conceal it. His grip on your waist tightens a little more and he seems a little more sure of himself, leaning in until his lips are nearly on yours. You seal the rest of the space, both of you inhaling sharply at the sudden contact. One of his hands moves from your waist and up to your jaw, thumb gripped around your chin to draw you impossibly closer to him, so confident now that your lips were on his.
You melt into every atom of his touch, desperate for more of him. When he pulls away, his hands remain exactly as they had been, like he wants to hold onto you for a moment longer.
And that’s how he’d been ever since, forever wanting to hold onto you.
———Now———
“Please don’t throw me into the water this time,” You say to break the odd silent tension between the two of you.
Conrad chuckles deeply, “No promises.”
Both of you fall silent again. He drags a hand through his hair, wipes his hands on his jeans, scratches the back of his neck.
“Okay so why did you bring me out here?”
He looks at you as if the words have just caught in his throat, unsure if any of them will come back to him.
“I just-“ He lets out a breath, somewhere close to a laugh like he’s mocking himself, “God I don’t know where to start.”
He grips the railing of the dock in front of him, as if grounding himself.
“When I-“ Another breath, shakier this time, “I want you to know that I never meant it. When I told you that in my dorm, when I made you feel like you had to leave, I never meant it. Not a single word.”
You’re lost for words now.
“I’m not sure who-“ He shakes his head, tears building in his eyes, “I’m not sure who I am now that my Mom’s gone… it’s like I’m supposed to be somebody and I don’t know who that is and I don’t know why and let alone how to do it. And, that day, that couple of weeks I wasn’t anybody.”
You bite at your cheek, fighting back every emotion that his words were bringing back.
“I took that out on you. I convinced myself in that stupid part of my brain that, if I couldn’t be somebody, then I couldn’t be anybody for you,” He stumbles over his words a little at the mention of ‘you’, “I was so sure that I’d lose you, I convinced myself it would be easier to just push you away. And that’s exactly what I did. And every single day, every night, every fucking minute since you left that day, I’ve hated myself for it.”
You swallow the lump in your throat.
“When you came to college that day I just convinced myself that this was some sort of second chance, that I might have a chance at fixing the biggest fuck up I’ve ever made,” Conrad says, turning around so that he’s facing you directly, “I know I don’t deserve it but I just need to tell you at least once that I lo-“
You lean up onto the tips of your toes and press a kiss to his lips, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself against him. Conrad’s hands fly to your waist instantly, one against your back to draw you into him.
You step away, feeling the all too familiar hold of his hands around you, “I love you too.”
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Her Faithful Protector: Conrad Fisher x Reader
Part 2
Descr.: Part 2, 3.2k wc, see series link below for full description. This part's theme: y/n and Con are together and he learns her triggers
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Conrad and y/n were cuddled up on the couch in Susannah’s house. They’d gone on their fifth date earlier that evening. Now they were relaxing in the summer house, watching y/f/m.
Y/n tried to fluff the throw pillows so Conrad would be more comfortable when he got back from getting them more popcorn. Unfortunately, one of the pillows fell off the couch and rolled onto the coffee table. Y/n winced as the action knocked Conrad’s water glass onto the ground. She tenses as the glass shattered, the ground now covered in a bunch of glass shards.
Conrad was just finishing up in the kitchen when he heard the commotion. He calmly made his way back to the living room, figuring she’d feel guilty over whatever broke. Whatever it was, Conrad knew it wouldn’t be a big deal or him or his mom so he wasn’t worried.
However, as he entered the room, Conrad’s footsteps echoed loudly in y/n’s head. She felt her body go into fight or fight mode. Y/n found herself blindly trying to pick up the pieces as tears formed in her eyes. She was struggling to breathe as her heart began to beat out of control.
“Y/n? What-“ Conrad began, his voice muffled over the sound of broken glass repeating in y/n’s mind.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Y/n cried, scooping pieces of broken glass into her hand.
“Woah! Hey, love, don’t do that!“ Conrad panicked, rushing to y/n as her finger pinched the edge of another glass fragment.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I-I’ll, I’ll-“ y/n rambled, continuing to clean up the glass. She couldn’t even see what she was doing anymore, the tears blurring her vision. Y/n resorted to using one hand as a broom, brushing the shards into her other hand.
“Hey, hey,” Conrad soothed, delicately grabbing y/n’s hands. He cautiously removed the glass shards from her palms and placed the fragments on the coffee table beside them. “You don’t need to apologize. It’s just a glass” Conrad sighed, his fingers slowly guiding y/n’s hand back open so that he could examine her palm.
“I’m such an idiot, I was just trying to fluff the-the p-pillows for you..but I m-messed up a-a-and-“ y/n mumbled, her hands shaking inside of Conrad’s grip.
“Y/n, breathe, look at me” Conrad requested, rubbing the back of her hands with his thumbs. “Please” he pleaded, needing to see her eyes. When she finally let her eyes flicker up to look at him, Conrad offered her a loving gaze. “You’re not an idiot. It was an accident, no need to apologize. Okay?” He slowly assured her.
“You’re.. You’re not…” y/n began. She analyzed Conrad’s presence and found herself slowly coming back to reality. Y/n sighed and shook her head. “Oh, right” she whispered to herself, remembering she was with Conrad and not her father.
“What?” Conrad questioned carefully, having seen the way her eyes suddenly softened. He’d noticed a wave of realization take over her features. It was as if she had been somewhere else for a moment and just now returning to him.
“Nothing” y/n lied, hoping he’d drop it. She didn’t want to explain why she’d freaked out like that. Y/n didn’t want him to have to deal with all of that.
“Y/n,” Conrad pleaded with a sigh.
“I just.., sorry. I spaced,” y/n shook head, her breathing slowly returning to a calmer pace.
“What happened, where’d your mind go?” Conrad wondered.
Y/n shrugged halfheartedly, “I.. I forgot I was here with you, is all”.
Confused, Conrad nodded slowly. “Were you afraid I was going to hurt you?” He asked slowly.
Conrad felt a sharp pain in his chest when y/n froze upon hearing his question. “Y/n, I would never-“ he began softly.
“I know Con” y/n swiftly cut him off, eyes gazing up at him. She smiled faintly, “I do. I know. Like I said, I just… I forgot it was you for a moment”.
Conrad licked his lip as he tilted his head slightly to the side. He couldn’t figure out what was going on or why she’d been so scared if it wasn’t due to him. Conrad noticed the repetitive precise wording she used and asked, “who did you think was coming in?”
Y/n glanced away from him, her eyes shifting to stare at the remaining glass shards on the floor.
“Y/n” Conrad pleaded quietly, cautiously squeezing her fingers. “I need you talk to me. I can’t protect you if you don’t te-“ he began, worried eyes not leaving the side of her face.
Y/n sniffled quietly and shook her head, “I don’t need you to protect me”.
Conrad nodded to himself, “I know, but I-“
Y/n once again shook her head. She slowly turned back towards Conrad. “I feel safe with you Con” she promised, “that’s what matters”.
Conrad’s lips curled up slightly in a small smile. “That’s why you came over the other night a few weeks ago…” he said, piecing together some of the details.
Y/n nodded, her eyes on Conrad’s face now. “Yeah, you make me feel safe, Connie” she admitted, giving him a half smile.
Conrad smiled back at y/n gently and kissed her scratched palms. His voice was unbelievably soft as he assured her, “I’ll always be here. And I’ll listen whenever you’re ready to talk about what happened that night”.
Y/n’s tiny smile grew some as she turned her palms over to squeeze Conrad’s hands. “I know. Thank you” she whispered appreciatively.
Y/n sighed as she quickly walked through Susannah’s house, trying not to drip on everything. Jeremiah and Steven had jokingly tossed her into the Fisher’s pool moments ago. It was meant as a playful jab at her for wearing one of Conrad’s hoodies despite the 90-degree weather. However, y/n was now soaked and needed to change.
“Oh, did those two rascals get you?” Susannah hummed as she shook her head softly.
Y/n looked up from the floor to meet Susannah’s gaze and nodded. “My fault for wearing this on a sunny day” she laughed softly.
Susannah giggled but still shook her head. “It is a bit warm for a sweatshirt beautiful girl, but that doesn’t make you deserving of being tossed into the pool” she tsked, walking over to y/n. “Want me to yell at them?” Susannah asked softly, resting her hands on y/n’s cheeks.
Y/n couldn’t help but smile widely. Susannah always had that effect on people. No matter what your worry was, she could make it better without even knowing what had truly been troubling you. Hence why y/n beamed at the blonde despite y/N’s worry over trying to find a clean sweatshirt for her to wear.
Conrad was at work still so y/n couldn’t beg him for one of his. Plus, she suspected he’d catch on if she changed from one hoodie to another after being teased for wearing one in the first place. But, all of hers had been worn and were needing to be washed. Granted she only had two of her own here at the summer house; it was a summer house after all.
Nonetheless, the loving and carefree nature of Susannah’s support despite her youngest son being one of the culprits behind y/N’s soaked clothes was heartwarming. Y/n shook her head, moving Susannah’s hands side to side as they clung to her face. “Thank you” y/n smiled, “but I’m okay. I just need to find another clean sweatshirt to wear”.
Susannah hummed quietly and paused, her eyes scanning y/N’s face in silence. Whatever she’d been thinking disappeared from her face as she nodded. “Well, I’m sure Connie won’t mind you borrowing one of his. I just did a load of the boys’ clothes an hour ago” she offered. Susannah lowered her hands from y/N’s face down to her hands and gave them a soft squeeze, “I believe there was a sweatshirt in there. If so, it should still be on his bed”.
Y/n let out a soft sigh and smiled. “Thank you Suz” she cheered, going to give the woman a hug before she realized she was still dripping wet. But, y/n was quickly pulled in for a side hug by Susannah anyways. “I’ll change and then come dry this up” y/n promised, looking at the slightly wet ground beneath her.
Susannah giggled, her radiant smile on full display. “Don’t worry about it y/n/n! Go change and enjoy the rest of your day, hmm?” She suggested. When she saw y/n was about to argue that she’d clean it up, Susannah shook her head. She teasingly pointed towards the stairs, “it’ll take me all of two seconds. Now go steal your boyfriend’s sweatshirt”.
Y/n bashfully bit her lip as she mumbled a shy thank you to Conrad’s mom. She heard Susannah humming softly to herself as y/n exited the room. Y/n glanced down at her body and sighed.
The boys were right in their mockery, and so was Susannah in her thoughtful mention of the weather; it was far too warm for another sweatshirt. But, y/n didn’t have a choice. She had to cover up her arms. So, it was either a sweatshirt or a long sleeve shirt. At least with the former y/n could argue it was for comfort if someone asked.
Conrad kissed his mom’s cheek as he slipped into the kitchen on his way to the backyard to find the others. He smiled as his mom beamed and spun to face him and ask how work was. Conrad assured her that work was going well before his eyes glanced towards the back door.
“She’s actually upstairs Connie” Susannah smirked. When her son’s head whipped around towards her at the mention of y/n, his mom laughed. “The poor girl needed to change, the boys dunked her in the pool” she explained.
Conrad furrowed his brows, “what?”
“Relax Connie,” his mom soothed, stroking Conrad’s cheek. “She’s fine, just wanted to get into some dry clothes“ she explained.
Conrad nodded as his mind began to analyze the situation more. He had slightly been asking about why the boys did that, but also out of curiosity over y/N’s actions. Conrad knew y/n enjoyed swimming, even if on her own; especially on hot days like today. Sure, he wasn’t understanding why the boys dunked her into the pool. But, Conrad was more concerned over not understanding why y/n wasn’t already in the pool to begin with.
Whatever the reason, Conrad intended to find out. He thanked his mom, giving her another hug before he made a break for the stairs.
Conrad’s thoughts were racing as he made his way to her room. He didn’t know how to bring it up, but he knew he had to. Something was going on and he worried it might have to do with what had happened a few weeks back and her overreaction the other night.
When he didn’t find y/n in her room, Conrad made his way back down the hall. Maybe she’d slipped out the front door without his mom noticing. But if that were true, he’d need to figure out where she would’ve gone off to. Conrad suspected the beach, perhaps even their secret location down a ways from the pier.
Electing to follow that possibility, Conrad turned on his heels. He needed to change his shoes as the ones he had in for work wouldn’t be the most ideal if they were to spend the rest of the day in the sand. However, Conrad froze when he opened his bedroom door.
Conrad didn’t know y/n was going to be in there. Much less half naked as she was in the process of sliding one her shirt on over her damp bra. When his brain started functioning again, he quickly looked away out of chivalry and respect.
Conrad paused mid turn when his brain caught up with what he’d seen. There were marks on y/n’s back and shoulders. He knew they hadn’t been there before. Neither were the shadows he suspected were the faint edges of bruising on y/n’s stomach, having only seen her from the side. Conrad didn’t bother shutting the door as he rushed into the room and over to y/n. His voice was breathy and slightly panicked as he tried to speak, “y/n?” Conrad shook his head as he collected himself, “who did this to you?"
“Con!” Y/n panicked, shyly throwing her shirt on quicker. She hadn’t expected him to be home so soon. “Sorry..-boys dunked me into the pool” y/n explained, hoping he was asking why she was only half dressed in his room. She reached for Conrad’s hoodie that Susannah had placed on the bed but Conrad’s hand stopped her.
Conrad didn’t fall for the attempted change of topic. But he saw she was still standing there shyly, eyeing his jacket. Conrad let out a soft sigh and stepped back to let y/n put the sweatshirt on so she would be more comfortable.
Once y/n had the sweatshirt pulled down, her hands fiddling in the pocket, Conrad spoke up again. He stood before her, his eyes showing his deep concern. “Y/n. I saw your skin.. your stomach. Why-why do you have bruises? You- is there a bruise on your stomach?” Conrad rambled.
Y/n closed her eyes and tensed her body as she tried to think of a way out.
Conrad noticed the shift in body language and sighed. “Y/n,” he whispered grabbing her hand.
“You… don’t worry about it Con” y/n advised.
“I have the right to be worried!" Conrad broke, his eyes trailing over her clothed body. Despite being hidden under her shirt and his hoodie, Conrad could still envision where he’d seen the bruises. “Where did all those bruises come from?" He asked, his eyes watery as he waited impatiently for an answer.
Y/n laughed breathlessly, “I’m really clumsy Con, you know-“
Conrad breathed tensely through his nose, “Y/n, this is serious!" He ran a hand through his hair, brushing it to the side. “Cut the crap and tell me what happened” Conrad demanded, no longer letting it go. How could he after what he’d just seen?
Y/n stared at his chest as she tried to lie again. “I-I-I, well… I tri-“ she began.
“You don’t get those bruises from tripping!” Conrad argued. After taking a deep breath, he slowly grabbed the hems of the his sweatshirt and the shirt y/n had on underneath. When she didn’t stop him, Conrad lifted the material up until he could see her bare skin. He stopped lifting the fabric when he could see everything just underneath where her bra ended.
“Is this why you've been wearing that sweater so goddamn much?!" Conrad asked, his voice weak from seeing the splotches on her skin. How hadn’t he caught on before?! He should’ve known.
Y/n took a shaky breath and nodded her head silently. She couldn’t look at Conrad. Y/n knew he’d be upset that she hadn’t mentioned this abuse before.
Conrad noticed y/n wasn’t breathing as deeply when her ribs barely moved despite her shaky breath. He calmed himself and let out a deep breath. “Is someone hurting you..?" Conrad questioned directly, his thumb trailing under one of the bruises.
Y/n stayed silent, causing him to halt his movements and look up at her.
“Y/n,” Conrad whispered as softly as he could. “Please talk to me about it” he begged, trying not to tear up. “I want to help” Conrad added, feeling guilty that he clearly hadn’t made that known before.
“I’m okay Con-“ y/n breathed, giving him a small smile.
“Y/n,” Conrad sighed, squeezing his eyes shut.
When y/n saw his reaction, all she wanted to do was reassure him that everything would be okay. He didn’t need to be caught up in this. “Really, I’m okay” she argued.
“You're okay? Really, cause this doesn't look fucking okay!" Conrad snapped, stepping back to calm himself as he brought his hands to his hair.
Y/n reflectively flinched and stepped backwards until her legs hit the edge of a bed. Her knees buckled under her as she dropped to the floor, her eyes wild and alert. “P-p-please don- don’t” she trembled, vision blurry as she stared at the closest floorboard.
Conrad froze, staring down at y/n in shock before he analyzed his posture. He cautiously lowered his hand back to his side as he knelt down where he was, not moving closer to her yet. “Y/n, I’m sorry for yelling. I was worried- but, it doesn’t make it okay. I’m sorry I scared you” Conrad whispered softly.
Conrad watched y/n closely and noticed the way her eyes still stared into the distance, as if she was looking through him. He sighed softly and moved slightly closer. As he did, Conrad could hear her rapid and shallow breaths. He saw the death grip y/n had on the edge of his blanket that had hung just above the ground.
"It's me! It's me! Calm down, baby, please” Conrad begged. He took a shaky but deep breath and lowered his voice significantly. “It-it’s Con. I won’t ever hurt you. I swear. Please just listen to my voice” Conrad whispered, “it’s me”.
“C-c-co-” y/n mumbled after a few seconds, her eyes blinking as she began clenching and unclenching his blanket.
Conrad nodded, slowly moving a little closer. “Yeah, it’s me, it’s Con, baby, just breathe” he cooed, “you’re safe”. Conrad repeated these southing sentiments to y/n for at least five minutes before she’d calmed down enough to regain her senses.
“I’m sorry Con” y/n said hanging her head.
Conrad frowned, “Y/n don’t-“.
“No, it’s… No one wants to deal with this. You shouldn’t have to deal with m-“ y/n tried to explain.
“Do not finish that sentence. You’ve done nothing wrong” Conrad assured her.
“I freaked out over nothing… twice now. E-even though I know you wouldn’t hurt me” y/n shook her head. She continued to fiddle with the blanket, “it’s humiliating, you know?”
“What is, love?” Conrad asked lovingly.
Y/n spared a short glance up at him, “sitting here.., like this, looking like.. this… like…fuck!” She bit her lip and sighed loudly. “This is the first time you’ve seen me… without my shirt and this..” y/n shook her head as she looked down at her own torso. “And-and, here I am sobbing and shaking,” y/n laughed humorlessly, “of course it’s humiliating”.
Conrad let y/n finish her explanation before responding; despite not agreeing with her. “Y/n, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Look at me please” he asked, waiting until she did. When y/n’s timid eyes lifted to meet his, Conrad gave her a thankful smile. “You are gorgeous, no matter what. But, we need to address this. Not because there’s something to be ashamed of, but because I refuse to let anyone hurt you” Conrad stated. He grabbed her hand and held it securely in his, “okay?”
“Okay. Thank you” y/n said in a small, broken voice.
Conrad sighed and moved closer, closing the last of the distance between them. He wrapped y/n up into his arms as they sat on his floor In comfortable silence. Conrad didn’t know where to begin, but at least he was getting somewhere.
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dial drunk
DIAL DRUNK, FISHER BROTHERS X SISTER!READER!
APART OF THE ‘WE’LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER’ SERIES,
SUMMARY: after susannah fisher’s favorite holiday, and the fisher siblings throwing one last house party, y/n fisher dials drunk the one person she thinks could save the house.
inspired by dial drunk by noah kahan
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lowercase is intentional! wc: 2.4k
warnings: heavy drinking, cursing, a breakdown, fighting & s2 ep 6 spoilers (kinda!)
a/n: i’ve been OBSESSED with 5sos lately but omg 1989tv soon??? also THE SCENE WITH BELLY AND SUSANNAH?? killed me absolutely! anyway possibly taking a quick break with this series and hopping on another on the way series quickly! <333
THE HANGOVER Y/N WOKE UP WITH THE NEXT MORNING WAS WORSE THAN SHE EXPECTED.
and definitely not where she expected to wake up.
seeing her bedroom surrounding her, with a collage of pictures, and taylor swift vinyls hanging from the wall wasn’t what she expected, but yet, here she was.
she also didn’t expect to hear yelling coming from downstairs.
so as the h/c slipped on a sweatshirt, she slowly made her way down the hall, hearing her brothers arguing– actually yelling at someone, and to say the least, she was surprised. jeremiah never yelled, and when he did he was absolutely pissed.
“you never even cared enough to come here in the summertime! this is mom’s place and the only thing we’ve got left of her!”y/n heard conrad yell as she finally made it to the entryway of the kitchen, seeing her brothers with their backs to her, but her e/c eyes met matching ones.
“what is he doing here?”y/n questioned, and her brothers heads snapped towards her, and they could see anger flash through her eyes before she locked it down, keeping a blank face.
“the bigger question is what are the three of you doing here?”their father, adam questioned as y/n pushed towards the front of her brothers, staring her father directly in the face, “you three aren’t supposed to be here and you know that!”
“and?”y/n shrugged, grabbing a bottle of water from the cabinet knowing she needed it, “it took you over a week to realize the three of us were here, and one minor was left unattended. i don’t really think us being here is that big of a deal.”
“it really is.”adam told her sternly, and she threw her hands up in the air, fed up with her father, “why! please enlighten me on why it is that big of a deal that we are here!”
“we’re here every single summer and i don’t see why us keeping that-”y/n’s rant was cut off by conrad, with a solemn look on his face knowing the news he was about to break was going to kill his baby sister.
“y/n he’s selling the house.”
y/n’s face dropped as she looked dead into her fathers eyes, knowing deep down her eldest brother was right, but she refused to believe it.
“tell me he’s kidding.”she begged, knowing that if they lost this house, the final nail in the coffin to her childhood would be gone, “tell me this is some type of sick fucking joke!”
“it’s not.”adam pressed his lips into a fine line, seeing his youngest’s face drop but no emotion escaped from his except for anger, “you three need to leave by the end of this week. all of your belongings out of the house and back to boston.”
y/n stood there for a few moments, before glancing over at conrad and jeremiah who both shook their heads, telling her there wasn’t anything they’d be able to do.
after a few moments, the h/c girl turned back to her father, with a stone cold face knowing if she didn’t her anger would take over, “no.”
“no?”adam questioned, seeing what susannah always called ‘his mini me’ staring right back at him, “i am your father y/n, i am the one in charge here-”
“mom left me a trust. i want to use it.”she reminded him, and adam shook his head, “it is my trust, it is under my name-”
“you don’t have access to it until you’re 21.”conrad spoke up, causing y/n to snap her head towards him, “beast we’ve tried everything.”
the two stared at each other, before adam grabbed his things, and walked through them towards the front door, “you three have until friday!”
y/n watched as the photos that hung of her mother and laurel shake as her father slammed the front door, and it wasn’t long before his car had left the driveway leaving the fisher siblings alone once again.
“there has to be something else we can do.”y/n broke the silence as she started to pace the kitchen, “there has to be fucking something!”
“there’s nothing else that we can do n/n.”jeremiah spoke up, with worry filling him knowing his baby sister was about to snap, “we’ve tried absolutely everything.”
“there has to be something else!”she yelled, leaving her brothers standing there in shock, before she pushed past them, grabbing her phone and wallet, leaving the house.
as they always said, like father, like daughter.
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IT WAS HOURS BEFORE Y/N HAD RETURNED BACK TO THE SUMMER HOUSE.
doing everything she could to brainstorm to try and get the house to stay in their possession, and not go to some random family who wouldn’t make the same memories that they had.
when she finally returned back to the house with another coffee in her hand, she noticed a different car in the driveway that hadn’t been there when she left. walking into the house, she heard a laughter coming from the kitchen, just like how it should’ve been.
“i’m telling you as soon as y/n get’s back we’re planning this out.”jeremiah chuckled right as y/n peaked her head into the kitchen, and a small smile spread across her face seeing some of her favorite people.
“what the hell are you two doing here?”y/n questioned as belly conklin tackled the girl into a hug, and she saw steven chuckling in the background.
“one last summer blowout at beck’s house.”conrad told her, causing a bigger smile to spread across her face knowing they were about to have the time of their lives, “tomorrow night around 8.”
“when do we start decorating?”y/n questioned with a shimmer of joy in her eyes, something the fisher boys hadn’t seen in almost two months.
“we go shopping tomorrow, but for tonight we’re just going to enjoy everything.”steven explained, before giving the girl a wide smile,
“now come here, i still haven’t gotten a hug yet!”
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IT WAS OVER TWENTY-FOUR HOURS LATER THAT BOTH BELLY AND Y/N SAT IN Y/N’S ROOM GETTING READY FOR THE PARTY,
both in retro outfits, and belly sat in front of the h/c girl, putting purple eyeshadow on her to match the shirt she was wearing.
“so how are things with you and emerson?”belly brought up as she went to grab another color, and y/n shrugged, not really knowing how to answer that question, “its going.”
“i hadn’t talked to her since the funeral, and then two nights ago she was at the same party i was at, and i was drunk.”y/n explained as belly finished up the girls eye makeup, and went to grab lipstick, “and the next morning i woke up to find out that my dad was selling the house.”
“try and talk to her tonight.”belly told the girl as she painted her lips a dark red, “she loves you a lot y/n and she knows that you didn’t push her away for shits and giggles.”
“if i’m not so drunk by the time we can talk then yeah, i’ll talk to her.”y/n mumbled as belly gave the girl a soft smile knowing that she never meant to push away the one girl she loved the most.
quickly standing up, belly helped the sixteen year old up, and wrapped her in a tight side hug as they started to exit her room and go downstairs, “c’mon, we’ve got some partying to do.”
as soon as the two made it to the bottom of the stairs, they strapped on the roller blades they had found in the garage, and started to skate around the house while karma by taylor swift was blasting through the speakers cam cameron had found.
it was a few hours before y/n had actually found emerson, and when she did, she was drunk. a bottle of vodka in her hand, and a wide smile on her face as soon as she spotted the brunette standing at the kitchen island talking with her older brothers.
“emmy!”the e/c girl exclaimed, causing emerson to have a small smile on her face as she saw y/n skating towards her, “where have you been?”
“right here sweet girl.”emerson chuckled as she wrapped an arm around the girls waist, making sure she didn’t lose balance and fall, “didn’t know you could skate n/n.”
“when i was little i wanted to be a figure skater.”y/n grinned, before letting out a gasp and turning towards conrad who was standing right beside emerson, “do you still have the polaroid camera?”
conrad nodded, before y/n turned towards emerson with the biggest grin on her face, “emmy we’ve gotta take one.”
“and so we do my girl.”emerson nodded, before conrad stepped in front of the two and y/n wrapped her arms around emerson’s neck.
a flash lit up the dark room before the photo printed, and conrad had handed it to his little sister as she waited for it to develop before she went off to somewhere else, presumably to change the music considering it had changed to some type of country song she hated.
“that’s so cute!”the fisher girl exclaimed as soon as it developed, before she turned to emerson, “can you hold this?”
emerson nodded, before gently taking the polaroid she knew the girl would cherish, and y/n grinned, pressing a quick kiss to the brunettes cheek, “thank you!”
and with that she skated off, finding belly and the two skated towards the room where cam cameron was DJing, requesting the song be changed.
hours had passed since emerson had last seen y/n, and she quickly found the girl standing in the ocean, with the bottle of vodka almost gone.
“whatcha doing out here?”emerson questioned as she joined the girl, standing right next to her and y/n took another swig of the vodka.
“too suffocating.”
the girls stood in silence for a few moments before y/n felt a tear slip down her face, and she took another sip from the almost empty bottle in her hands, “my dads selling the house.”
“i know.”
y/n let the bottle slip through her hands and crash into the ocean as she turned to look at emerson with her mouth slightly open, “you what-”
“i’ve known for awhile sunshine.”emerson told the girl softly, and anger spread across the h/c girl’s face.
“you fucking what!”she yelled as she stumbled back, and emerson quickly grabbed the girl before picking her up bridal style, carrying her out of the water.
“emerson scott let me fucking go!”y/n yelled, but emerson didn’t listen until they were a good distance away from the water, gently putting the girl on her feet, “emerson what the fuck!”
“y/n you’re drunk.”emerson told the girl, trying to stay calm knowing that the girl she loved was about to explode.
“you knew and you didn’t tell me?”y/n shouted as she stumbled back a bit, “you saw the for sale sign and didn’t have the common courtesy to call me?”
“you know how much this house means to my brothers, the conklin’s and i, and yet you didn’t call any-!”y/n was cut off by emerson shaking her head, “i called conrad.”
“oh so you can call conrad but you can’t bother to call the girl who you claim to love the most!”y/n threw her hands up in the air as she had tears involuntarily slipping down her face, “i can’t fucking believe you wouldn’t call me about this!”
“y/n when i called conrad to tell him and i bought up the fact that i was going to call you next, he told me not to.”she explained and y/n gave her a look with glossy e/c eyes, causing the brunette to realize that she was too far gone to realize what she was saying.
“fucking forget it!”y/n yelled as she stormed towards the house where some shitty morgan wallen song was playing, and ran up the stairs, tripping on the last one before she was able to make it into her room.
a sob broke from the girls lips as she locked her door, before lying down on her bed and flipping to her contacts to call the only person who could help them. it rang four times before it went to voicemail, causing a sob to rip through the girl knowing that nothing was fine.
“this is laurel parks, please leave a message and i’ll get back to you as soon as i can.”laurel’s voice spoke through the phone, before a beep rang through the phone, and the girl sobbed.
“laurel,”y/n sobbed, gripping the roots of her hair, “we need you.”
“dad’s selling the summer house to someone and won’t even hear conrad, jeremiah and i out on it and–” another loud sob broke through the girl, not feeling heartbreak this bad since her mom had died, “he can’t sell the house! we need to keep this house.”
“and i want my mom back.”y/n continued to cry, letting everything she had been feeling the last two months go, “conrads going to miss his exams and i fought with emerson and everything is wrong!”
“laurel please.”y/n begged as she felt her eyes getting heavier from the crying and the alcohol, “please just come and fix it.”
with that, the voicemail ended, and the girl slowly drifted off to sleep with tears streaming down her face like there was no tomorrow, and her phone slowly slipping out of her hand, onto the bed.
little did the fisher girl know, she had just dialed drunk the only person who would be able to save the summer house.
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