cruelconrad

[cruelconrad]

Restaurant Whispers

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, fluff, fingering, little angst/teasing

Summary: you're having a secret relationship with Conrad Fisher. You like to sneak around with him until he decides to tease you miserably. When you all go out to dinner, you finally take the higher power and get from him what you wanted all day...

“We can’t keep doing this.” You say as his fingers and tongue run over your sensitive spots. He started at your lips, made his way down your body and came to a stop between your legs. You moan his name. 

“Seriously, we have to stop.”

“I don’t see the point.” He mumbles. He pretends to only listens to half the words you tell him, because if it were up to him, he would never stop doing this. Doing you. 

You push your head into the cushion’s and let out a frustrated groan. When you lift your head again, you put your hands in his hair and try to push his head away from the most sensitive spot of your body. He resists, but you don’t give up. When he finally raises his head from between your legs, his expression is irritated, but his eyes are filled with need. 

“What?”

“You’re not listening to me, pretty boy.”

“I am listening, I just don’t want to hear it.” He’s resisting, but he does it with the sweetest and most sexiest smile a girl could dream of. You make a sympathetic noise and pet his silky hair. 

“No seriously, we need to go down stairs and act like we’re the most innocent pair of friends.” You sit up on the side of his bed. His head is still in your lap. His blue eyes look up to you and he chuckles: “Trust me, you’re anything but innocent to me, y/n/n.”

A few minutes later, when your heartbeat is pounding it’s normal rhythm again, you walk down the stairs as if Conrad wasn’t just pleasing you with his tongue. You give him one last longing look before you both enter the large kitchen of the summer house. 

“So, what did you think of the movie?” Steven asks Conrad. 

“Uh, I really liked it. Weird ending, though. Very abrupt.” He says hesitant. You chuckle because you know damn well you didn’t see a second of the movie your brother recommended. 

“Interesting view, bro.” Steven always looked up to Conrad, so he didn’t even question his answer. When Steven was deep in his thoughts again, you looked at Conrad. He gave you a fleeting mischievous smile. 

You get up from the chair you were sitting in to get a drink from the fridge. You don’t even bother to get a glass, you just drink from the carton. Turns out that wasn’t the smartest idea because the carton has a tiny leak. Big drops of soda land on your white top. You look down at your now stained top. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Language!” Your mother yells as she walks in. “Oh y/n. Why do you always spill and ruin your clothes?” She says in a disappointing tone. You don’t answer because it is a rhetorical question.

“It’s because she’s a little baby.” Steven says. You glare at him. 

“Shut up, Steven.”

“Okay that’s enough for now you two.” Your mom interups before you can say more. “Y/n, go clean yourself up.”

You obey and turn around immediately. On your way to the bathroom, someone grabs your wrist. You’re startled but when you find out it’s him you loosen up. He backs you up to the nearest wall and whispers in your ear: “Should I take that off for you?” His eyes gleam with excitement. His hands are on either side of you against the wall. He has you trapped, there’s no way out. You both kind of get a kink out of all this sneaking around. The fact that you can’t have him in public kills you, but it makes you want him even more. A warmth fills your chest and slowly rises to your cheeks. When he sees you blush he says: “Do you like it when I do this?”

“Hm-mm.” You agree. 

“How much?” He has a curious and confident look in his eyes. 

Instead of answering him with words you grab one of his arms that was pressed against the wall and lead it down your body. As you bring it down he makes sure his fingers slightly touch your body. They slide from your collarbone to your nipple, that reacts immediately. From your nipple to your belly button. And from your belly button the the soaking wet spot between your legs. You are wearing a short skirt with lace panties so it isn’t hard for him to feel how turned on you are. You feel his fingers rub the lace. His lips are parted, his mind concentrated on his fingers. On you. When his fingers move to the inside of your panties, directly at your entrance between your folds, you soak in a deep breath and close your eyes. Embracing yourself for when his two fingers enter your body. But it only happens for a second. His fingers leave your body as quick as they went in. You open your eyes in frustration. When he sees your expression, a teasing smile appears. You almost had what you wanted all morning: him inside of you. But it didn’t last nearly long enough. He’s teasing you. He’s showing you what you can have, but what he won’t give to you. Yet. 

“Conrad, what are you doing?” 

“I’m doing what you did to me this morning. Leaving you in misery.”

“That’s not fair.” You stutter. 

“Life isn’t fair, sometimes you just have to deal with it.”

His fingers withdraw and he gives you one last smile before he turns around and leaves you standing in the hallway. What is he doing to you? Who does he think he is? You’re a confused mess. You scoff and repeat his words in a mocking voice. 

“Is Conrad being his annoying self again?” Jeremiah walks down the stairs. 

“Yes. Yes, he is. Be sure to beat him to death when you see him.”

“Damn, he really got to you didn’t he?”

“Oh no, just for a second.” You run up the stairs and add in a mumbling voice: “Literally.”

Later that evening you go to a fancy restaurant with the whole summer house crew. You borrow a long blue silky dress from Susannah. It fits perfect and has a slit. The shapes of your body are shown beautifully. The blue suits your tan. You wear your hair up in a cute - almost messy - bun. Around your neck is the infinity necklace Conrad gave to you. You’re proud that it belongs to you and you wear it with confidence. However, you’re giving Conrad the cold shoulder because you still don’t forgive him for what he did to you in the hallway this morning. When he noticed you were mad, he told you you looked beautiful. Your heart melted from the inside, but luckily you still held your ground.

When you all walk over to the table and get seated, Conrad quickly sits down besides you. You want to protest but you know it’s pointless… he often gets his way. You talk to Jeremiah during the appetizers, yet when the main course arrives, he turns his back on you to talk to Steven. For as long as possible, you try to concentrate on your plate while everyone else is having a conversation. Everyone else except Conrad. He is now leaning close to your side.

“I’m sorry your mad.”

You glance around the table to make sure nobody sees this. 

“I’m not sorry. This is not some joke, Conrad. I’m serious about us.”

“Us?”

“Us, this, you… whatever.”

“No, I like ‘us’.” He says tender. For the first time tonight you look over at him. His eyes look concerned, like he was afraid of loosing you. And then it hit you: this boy loves you as much as you love him. You feel pride, a little bit of dominance, and oh fuck- horny. “This is not the time.” You think to yourself. But your body says something different. Before you know it you lean close to Conrad and whisper: “Finish what you started.”

“What?” He says in disbelief. But he knows damn well what you mean. You lean back on your chair and spread your legs that were just neatly crossed. Before he slides his hand over to your lap, he also checks your surroundings. Everyone is still in a heated discussion, not paying attention to either of you. His hand reaches the inside of your thigh. You thank the lord that this dress has a slit. His delicate fingers slowly move up the inside of your thigh, reaching for your panties. He moves them aside and places his fingers between your wet folds. He carefully moves them up and down a few times before he enters your body. You moan a little, but when you see the warning look on his face you turn it into a fake cough. Nevertheless, nobody pays attention to you. He starts to thrusts his middle and ring finger inside of you. You arch your back. It’s so hard not to moan. You bite your nails to not make a sound. What he’s doing to you now, has never felt so good. You stop biting your nails and tightly grab the wrist between your legs that belongs to the hand he’s touching you with. Moving your other hand, you rub - his already hard - crotch. It’s a shame you can’t touch him like he’s touching you. The more you rub his dick, the faster his fingers move. When you almost can’t take it anymore, you pinch him to stop him from moving. 

“Meet me in two minutes.” You whisper seductive. You stand up, mumble you have to use the bathroom, and walk away from the table. You really hope there’s not a wet spot visible in your dress. 

The bathrooms are what you expect in such a fancy restaurant. They’re big and clean. There’s a big counter with clean towels and fresh soaps with a mirror above it. You look at yourself and fix your hair a little. That’s when you hear three knocks. You open the door and there he is; leaning against the doorway; with a tempting look in his blue eyes. You don’t say anything when he locks the door and pushes you against the counter. He picks you up, sits you on the counter, and kisses you untamed. You both release the horny and needy tension between you two. You can only think of him. Of his hands touching your body. Of his lips touching your lips. His mouth moves from your lips to your neck. Your hand is in his hair on the back of his head, pulling it lightly. You put your head back, up against the mirror. He reaches your collarbone with his lips and stops. You look down and his eyes meet yours. His hair hangs wildly in front of his face and his lips are swollen. 

“Do you remember infinity?” He refers to the infinity necklace that lays between your collarbones. 

“Of course.” You say hoarsely. It means everything to you. Because he means everything to you. He gave you the moon and the stars. Infinity. 

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Lover in the House

Conrad Fisher x reader

Based on 'The Chase' by Elle Kennedy

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, drinking, smoking, a little smut (?!)

Summary: you're living your best life in collage, until suddenly you have to move out of your room. To your surprise, you end up at Conrad Fisher's house. You didn't expect that living with Conrad would be such a challenge. When and how will this rollercoaster end?

You sigh as you put down your luggage. Reluctantly you ring the bell to Conrad Fisher’s house. After a minute the door opens. His beautiful eyes meet yours, but his expression is flat. He is wearing a blue t-shirt which matches well with his skin. His hair is messy. It is clear he didn’t put in an effort to look nice, but then you remember he never did. 

“Hey y/n/n.” He says with a tiny bit of enthusiasm in his voice.  

“Hey Con.” You give him a hug and smell his familiar scent. As you look over his shoulder you see the place that will be your home for at least a few months. The last room you rented was in a house with four girls you couldn’t stand. When you got into a fight with them you packed your things as fast as you could and left, not thinking about where you were going to live next. You called your brother Steven instead of your mom because you knew she would get mad. Steven and you always had a bad relationship because you lived close together, but since you've both moved out, his sweet side comes out a little more. So he said he would help you fix your living situation and before you knew it, you were living with Conrad Fisher and his 2 college friends. You are the first to pull away from the hug, slowly walking into the living room. It looks like a bachelor pad with two leather sofas in an L-shape and a big television with a stereoset next to it. Other than that the place is pretty clean. Although, this doesn’t surprise you because you knew from when you stayed over at the summer house that Conrad’s room was the most tidy of all. When you look back, Conrad is already picking up your luggage and leading you to a room upstairs. On the way you run into a guy who introduces himself as Dean. He has dark hair, hazel eyes and his muscles- well, let’s just say they are prominent. “Did any of you see keys laying around somewhere?” He says as he rushes through the house. “Found them!” He shouts from the kitchen. You are impressed by how unfazed he is about your presence. “Dean has ADHD.” Says a blond haired boy coming from the top of the stairs, explaining Deans chaotic appearance and attention span. You make an understanding noise. “You must be y/n, i’m Max.” Says the blond haired boy. You smile at him. “Yes I am. It’s nice to meet you.” Max has blue eyes and a buzz cut, his smile is vibrant. “Come on,” says Conrad, “let’s put this stuff in your room.”

When you get to your room you say: “Nice guys.”

“Yeah, they’re alright.” Conrad says jokingly. After that he shows you around the house. When he’s done the boys head out for football practice. You go to your room and start to unpack. The house and the boys are not as bad as you thought it was going to be. You let out a relieved sigh. 

Later that evening after you’ve all eaten, you start to get ready for bed. You put on your big Cousins t-shirt and your hair in a messy bun. But when you lay in bed you don’t feel sleepy at all. You lay there for 2 hours before you get out of bed again. Thirsty as fuck, you walk down the stairs on your tiptoe’s. Being as quiet as possible. The whole house is dark but your eyes are getting used to it. When you get to the kitchen you let out a scream. “Fucking hell, Conrad, why do you always have to scare me like that?”

“Sorry.” He chuckles. His face is lit by the light of his phone screen. He’s sitting at the kitchen table, in his right hand he holds a beer. As he pockets his phone you switch on the light. “What are you doing up?” You feel like you’ve gotten caught. “I should ask you the same question.” You answer. “But uh- I was actually getting a glass of water because I can’t sleep.” Walking over to the kitchen counter, you feel his eyes on your back. You remember you have your oversized Cousins t-shirt on. Hoping the t-shirt is long enough for him not to see the panties you’re wearing underneath, you open up a cabinet. Nope, that’s not where the cups are. You open another one. Again, not the right cabinet. Your right hand is on yet another cabinet, but when you want to open it, his hand blocks it. “That’s not the right cabinet.” You didn’t notice him walking over, his hand so close to yours is a surprise. He is standing really near you. His body almost touching yours, spooning you. His muscular arm, that was just holding a beer, now almost around you. You can feel his body warmth. His breath in your neck. If you turn around now, your lips would touch. That’s how close he is. You know that he’s thinking about it too. You shiver and breath out as you say: “Then, which one is it? Where can I find a damn cup in this house?” You almost sound desperate, and maybe you are. Desperate to get out of this situation, but also desperate to feel his lips on yours. He grabs you by the waist. God, this is not helping. Your feelings are all over the place. You feel your knees weaken. He leads you to the other side of the kitchen. “It’s that one.” He nods his head to the cabinet in front of you. You mumble a thanks. He takes a step backwards, suddenly you feel cold without him near you. You reach out to get a glass from the top shelf. Your t-shirt moves up a little, revealing a slight bit of your panties. Shit. You tuck your shirt down again. A little embarrassed, you walk over to the sink and fill the glass with water. You turn around and lean against the kitchen counter. He looks at you with his deep blue eyes. He’s grinning from ear to ear. You don’t know why, but then you remember that he probably saw your panties. After about a minute of silence, which feels like an eternity looking in each others eyes, you break the silence with a tender voice: “Thanks for letting me stay here, Conrad.” 

“Well, your brother didn’t really leave me much choice.”

“But you did want me here, right?” You feel disappointed. “Sure.” He shrugs.

“Sure? Well that’s convincing. Damnit, Conrad. One moment I feel like you like me, and the next you’re just someone who’s stuck with me and has no other choice.” You are starting to feel anger rising in your chest. 

“What can I say?” He laughs uncomfortably. His grin disappears when you answer: “You don’t have to say anything. Just choose. Do you want to be a jerk to me, or do you want to admit that you love me?” This question took him by surprise. “You can’t just choose those things!” He was shouting now. 

“Yes, you can. So either you make a decision, or i’ll do it for you.”

He stares at you in disbelief and scoffs. “I can’t believe it. You turned a nice night into one I don’t even want to remember.”

Now it’s your turn to be in disbelief: “Why don’t you grap another beer? That’ll make you forget!” Your tone is sarcastic. “And by the way, I didn’t turn this night into anything. You did all the stirring of this fucking rollercoaster where people come out all sick and messed up from.” He doesn’t say anything anymore. He knows that you’re right, but doesn’t want to admit it. He opens his mouth, and then closes it again. Then he opens it again: “I’m going to bed, y/n.” It sounds almost sad. “Of course, how could I possibly think that we can have a serious conversation without you running away?” You say it to an empty doorway because he’s already gone. Leaving you in the kitchen all by yourself. Suddenly you feel very tired, and when you get upstairs to your room you fall asleep in no time. 

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The music is throbbing in your ears. You’re walking around the room, looking for someone to talk to. There is a party at your house, but for some reason you don’t know any of these people. Well, except for Dean, Max and Conrad of course. But Dean is busy with some girl and you're pretty sure it is Max who is singing loud into the karaoke microphone in the other room. So that leaves you with Conrad, but you two haven’t spoken after the fight one week ago. It’s pretty impressive actually, how you can ignore a roommate for that amount of time. And even if you weren’t saying only the bare minimum to each other, you don’t see him anywhere. You maneuver your way through the crowd, walking to the bathroom. There are a few people waiting so you go to the upstairs one. Once you get there, the door is locked. You wait a few minutes before you start to get impatient. You bang on the door: “Please hurry I need to pee very badly!”

There’s no answer, you bang and try to open the door again. “Hello? Open the fucking door!”

While you’re still banging, the door opens and you see the face you least expected. Before you get to say anything his hand grabs yours. He glances around the room, to see if anyone is looking, and then pulls you into the bathroom and locks the door. “Conrad, what are you-" The sound of your voice dies when you look into his deep serious eyes. Still holding your hand he takes a step closer. He tugs a strand of hair behind your ear and leaves his hand on your jaw. “It’s always been you, y/n. You know it is. Even when I don’t show it sometimes.” You look from his eyes to his parted lips and back. His checkered blouse is unbuttoned, exposing his white t-shirt. His hair is in front of his face. You breath fast. Your heart is pounding. Just when you think he can’t get closer to you, his lips touch yours. A tingle runs through your whole body. Automatically, you start kissing back. Your hand moves to the the back of his head, running through his hair. He puts his hand on your waist. You think this is too good to be true. You started off tender, but now you’re both untamed. Your mouth parts and his tongue slips through. He pushes you against the bathroom door with a loud bang, it doesn’t hurt. Your breathing is heavy. His mouth moves to  your neck and chest. His hands are exploring your body. You let out a moan and bring his head up again. Looking deep into his eyes. God, you think, you could drown in those eyes. His expression is needy and questioning. “I want you to want me.”

“I do want you.” He says sincere. And that’s all you needed to hear before you kiss him again.

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A little note from me:

Hey guys, 

I’m new to writing imagined stories and as you can maybe tell, speaking/writing English is not something I normally do. For now, the main focus will be TSITP and Conrad Fisher x reader. I’m not going to put pressure on myself so i’ll let my imagination run free as much as i can. I’m avoiding smut for now, but it is something for in the future. My preference in the storylines is when there's angst. However, you could expect there to be fluff and tenderness. If you have any ideas for a storyline please let me know! I’m happy to read them all and maybe inspire my stories on them. 

Enjoy reading!

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Cruel Summer

Conrad Fisher x reader

Based on the song 'cruel summer' by Taylor Swift

Warnings: swearing, alcohol and drugs, TS fangirling

Summary: you and Conrad confessed your feelings for each other, but he wants to stay just friends. One day when you're in the hospital because Jeremiah cut his finger you ask him why. This turns into an emotional rollercoaster. You wonder: how will this end well?

You see Conrad out on the water, surfing. He is focused on the waves. His hair is wet, his lips slightly parted. He is paddling to catch a good wave. You’re there too. Standing on the beach, calling Conrad yours. Wait, what? Why are you talking about having a relationship with Conrad in front of other people. You’re not a thing. Conrad said he wanted to stay friends after you both confessed you had feelings for each other. This is embarrassing. He is not yours. Please. Stop. Talking!

You wake up. You’re in your bed. You slowly sit up a little. Belly is sleeping next to you with her mouth wide open. People always say you look like each other, but if you look like that in your sleep, you’d rather stay awake all the time. You’re relieved it was just a fever dream in the quiet of the night. Fucking hell. You walk as quiet as you can over to the window and open it. You breathe in the fresh summer air and look down at the pool in the backyard. God you wish Conrad was sitting there, waiting for you. But he isn’t. He’s out with your brother, Steven, and your best friend, Jeremiah. You would’ve come to the party too, but every time when you see Conrad, the thought that you can’t claim him kills you. The more you can’t have him, the more you feel blue. So this time you just let the offer slide.

When you talk to Belly about the fucked-up friendship you have with Conrad, she pities you. But you tell her it’s cool. But that’s not true at all. You want so much more than just a friendship with Conrad Fisher.

The next day took an unexpected turn. Jeremiah cut his finger pretty deep while cooking so you, Jeremiah and Conrad were in the car together on the way to the hospital. “Are you still okay, Jere?” You ask. He had a cloth over the cut, but it was turning red from his blood quick. 

“I’m fine.” But his face was paler than ever.

“Connie, drive faster please. He looks like he’s going to pass the fuck out.” You say in a panic. Conrad has one hand on the steering wheel the other runs through his hair. He looks at you with an annoyed expression because you gave him an order, but after he sees your scared eyes, he does what you ask of him. The car speeds up. 

When you’re in the hospital you have to take a seat in the emergency room. You worry about Jeremiah because he still looks like he’s going to pass out. But none of the doctors walking around care. “Hang in there Jere, you’re going to be fine,” You assure him, “Let’s get you a snack or something.” You look from Conrad to the vending machines and back, implying that he should go and get it. He stands up with a sigh and walks over to the room with the vending machines. After a few minutes he still isn’t back. You look over to Jeremiah next to you. You gave him your headset and your phone so that he could listen to music as a distraction from all the blood. You don’t bother to say where you’re going because it would snap him back to the room and to the cut in his finger. So you walk over to Conrad and see him leaning against a vending machine with his arm. His face was close to the glass in the glow of the vending machine. His hair was in front of his face so you couldn’t see his beautiful eyes. 

“What is going on, Con? I thought you were getting a snack for Jere.”

“I was. I am.”

“Then why are you standing there motionless?”

“It’s just-“ He looks up at you, still leaning against the vending machine with his arm above his head. “Sometimes I wonder if you could ever care as much about me as you care about Jere.”

“Of course I do. You know I do. How can you even ask yourself that.” 

He gives you a little smile. Shit that smile makes your heart skip a beat and gives your stomach a warm feeling. He studies your face. You swallow. The tension is too much for you so you look away, but you still feel him looking at you. “Conrad, there’s one thing I don’t understand when it comes to our friendship, or whatever it is that we have going on.” You still don’t dare to look at him, but this time it is because you’re afraid of his reaction. You continue: “Why do you want us to stay friends? Do you not like me enough, is that it? If you don’t like me, you should better say it right now. My mind is making up pretty dumb shit to try and find an explanation for your behavior.” You’re ranting and you hate yourself for it. You don’t want him to see you nervous and desperate like this. If you bleed, he’ll be the last to know. But you’ve buried these thoughts for such a long time, you can’t keep them inside anymore.

“It’s not you, it’s me. I know I will screw things up with you, y/n. It’s like I always say and do the wrong things when it comes to you. I simply don’t want you get hurt by me.”

It’s a stupid fucking reason. It doesn’t make sense in your head. He is hurting you more the way things are right now than when you two aren’t denying your feelings for one another. You start to get angry with him. “And yet, the fact that you don’t want to hurt me, hurts me.”

“You see? This is what I mean. I said the wrong thing. This is why we can’t be in a relationship.”

“That’s bullshit Conrad. Do you think I’m always waiting for you just to cut to the bone? Because i'm not.” This is when you look at him again. You have an angry expression on your face and it scares him. “And by the way, if you think we can’t be in a real relationship, then where is this going?”

“Not anywhere good I suppose hearing your tone.”

When you open your mouth to say something you’re interrupted: “Jeremiah Fisher? You can come with me.” A doctor says from the other room. Conrad and you turn around to the doorway. “We better go with him.” You say bitterly. 

When you get back from the hospital it’s already starting to get dark. Jeremiah is asleep in the backseat. There is a silence between you and Conrad. You want to say so many things to him but somehow you can’t speak. Conrad cuts the headlights by turning of the car engine. “So that’s it?” You finally ask and look at Conrad. He gives a strained nod. You get out of the car and slam the door. Conrad puts his forehead against the steering wheel. How could things escalate in one afternoon. He takes a deep breath and sits up again, pulling himself together. He thinks it’s for the best. He always knew he was in a breakable heaven. 

That evening you were exhausted. However, you couldn’t turn down the offer when Belly and your friends invited you over to a bar. You wanted to get waisted. To drink the pain away. Conrad was a bad boy, a shiny toy with a price, and you bought it. You take a shot, and another one, and another one. You are drinking and dancing while completely forgetting your surroundings and ignoring thoughts that come up. After a lot more drinking and dancing you collapse, hanging on for dear life to a barstool. Belly sees you: “Come on, let’s go home. That’s enough for one night.”

She puts your arm around her shoulder so that you can lean on her. Your legs feel like spaghetti and once you get outside the air is a lot colder than you expected. “Oh my god, I’m sorry Belly. This shouldn’t be happening, I’m supposed to be the responsible one!” You say. Belly puts you in the back seat of the car. And that’s when you think about how fucked up things have gotten. You start crying like a baby. You feel so embarrassed. 

“Y/n, be honest, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You sob, but it wasn’t true. 

When you got home you told belly you wanted to get some fresh air. It was late, all the lights were out in the summer house. As she walks inside, you sneak in through the garden gate. You did that every night because you knew Conrad would be there. Waiting for you. This time you wasn’t sure if he would be there. You walk on the side-path of the house, past the surfboards and the outdoor-shower. You stop when you see Conrad bathing his feet in the pool. He is lighting a joint, looking at the movement of the water. He takes a hit and as he breathes out he sees you, standing on the other side of the pool. He stares at you, but when his eyes start to tear up he’s scared you’ll see his sorrow, so he looks down again. 

“Conrad,” You pause and scream for whatever it’s worth: “I love you, ain’t that the worse thing you ever heard?”

He looks up grinning like a devil.

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Come in With the Rain

Conrad Fisher x reader

Warnings: swearing, fluff, drugs, social anxiety

Summary: when the reader goes to a dress fitting with Conrad it starts to rain. They decide to wait the rain out in the car, where it gets a little more cozy than necessary.

Your moms were high again. They definitely smoked a lot more pod this summer in comparison to the summers before. They were cry-laughing because someone famous said something funny on the internet. Or some shit like that. You were kind of angry at them right now, because they were supposed to take you into town and pick up your debutante ball dress. Going to that store always made you nervous of what others might think of you. However, when you are with the moms, that feeling otherwise known as social anxiety, isn't as bad. But obviously, with the state they are in right now, you couldn't possibly ask them to do that with you. You sighed when Conrad came in.

"Look at them," you whisper, "how am I going to get to town when they're in this state?"

He laughs: "They're kind off adorable when they're like this."

"Yes, but what about us?"

"God, it's not that big of a deal. I'll take you to the dress store or whatever the fuck is so importent in town."

You could tell that he was getting annoyed with you. To be honest, you were annoyed with yourself too. He was right: it wasn't a big deal. Your moms were having fun and you could handle this dress thing easily by yourself. This whole debutante ball is about being an adult, so this was the time to prove it. You just have to be brave and not care about what others might think.

You pulled yourself together: "Actually you're right. If you could drive me? That would be great."

So there you were. In the car. With Conrad. Who had been giving you the cold shoulder since you arrived this summer. But for some reason, got out of his way, to drive you to do something that he thought was for sheep.

“Are you nervous voor the ball?" he asked.

“A little. Not that I have no faith in Jere, but i keep wondering if he is the right partner for me. It feels like sometimes he doesn't take this as serious as I do."

Conrad shrugs: “Maybe your feeling is right, and that's a good thing, because then you can prepare for it, and expect less from him."

“But i don't want to lower my expectations, Connie. This is a once in a lifetime experience. It's kind off a big deal to me. It has to go perfect."

You can feel his eyes looking at you while you drive. He probably thinks you're being dramatic. You feel your cheeks getting red as his eyes are on you. Quickly you change the subject to break the tension: “Can you please come and give me advice on the dress when we arrive? I need to know if it's looking all good and clean without wrinkles."

“Sure." He says, now looking at the road again. 

When you get closer to the store your braveness startes to fade and your anxiety starts to kick in. Conrad seems to notice and he puts his hand on your leg to reassure you everything is going to be okay, but you just think that this makes the situation even more embarrassing. It's just a fitting after all. When you arrive you try on the white dress one last time before the debutante ball. You peek through the fitting room curtain to see what Conrad is doing. He is sitting in a chair looking around the room. Then he sees you. He smiles and you smile back. 

"Can you zip me up?"

He looks surprised. He stands up and walks toward the fitting room. You open the curtain for him, turn around and look in the mirror. He is looking at your naked back, slowly pulling up the zipper. You can feel his hands on your back and his warm breath in your neck. His hair in front of his eyes. You hold your breath, not wanting to make a sound. Wanting, for this moment, to last forever.

"There you go." He runs his hand through is hair and looks up at you through the mirror. 

"Thank you."

He takes a step back and lets you come out of the fitting room. You can see his eyes take in every curve, every detail of you in this dress. Your cheeks flush red again. 

"Well, what do you think?" You spin around.

"It's beautiful. You look beautiful."

You smile. "I'm glad."

You thanked the ladies behind the counter again for keeping the dress in it's nice state. When you and Conrad got outside it was pouring rain. Without saying anything Conrad took off his jacket and held it above your heads like a gentleman. You counted to three before you started running to the car, grateful that the dress was in a protective cover. Once you got to the car you put the dress in the back and closed the car door, breathing heavily from all the running while also soaking wet.

"Fuck, the weather is crazy." says Conrad. His hair was dripping water and his white shirt was stuck to his body.

"Can you even drive in this weather? I can't even see the front of the car." You shiver.

"Are you cold?" He gets up and gets something from the back seat: "Here, I think have a spare blanket in the car for emergency's." He hands over the blanket and puts it around your shoulders.

"Thank you. I remember this blanket actually, you used to give it to me when I was cold at the beach."

"That's right, I remember again. I hate to see you being uncomfortable from the cold. Even back then."

"That's sweet."

Shit shit shit. You made it awkward again. You looked down at your lap, trying your best to find a new topic of conversation. But the more you tried, the more harder and harder it got. However, the silence started growing on you. The rain on the car roof was actually really peaceful. It felt intimate and cozy.

Conrad was the first to break the silence: "It looks like we're going to be here for a while because the rain hasn't slowed down yet."

What were you supposed to say to this?

"I have an idea, hold on a sec." he continued. He climbed to the back seat and folded the seat back down. Now there was a big open space. A bed almost.

"Come on. We can lay here. It's a bit more comfortable than in the front, plus i'm cold too so I want a piece of that blanket." He has an inviting smile on his face. Therefore, you also climb to the back seat. Laying down you put half the blanket around him. The blanket wasn't meant for two people so you lay against him on his chest. Hearing his heartbeat, feeling his breathing, laying in his arms. Your cold hair was in his neck and together you listened to the rain pouring down. It started to get dark which made it even more cinematic. If your mom would wake you up the next morning and told you it was all a dream, you would've believed her.

As you were laying there, you were starting to regret your decision to ask Jeremiah to the debutante ball. Because, you knew, in that moment, that you could always rely on Conrad. He knew you better than your own brother. He was your sun, and when the sun comes out, the stars disappear.

"Won't people miss us if we don't get home in time?"

"Shh, let's for once not think about what other people may think." he said. And with this in mind, you fell asleep.

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[cruelconrad]

Knight in Shining Armor

Conrad Fisher x reader

Warnings: drinking, fighting, no consent, fluff

Summary: reader practices for the debutante ball with a little help from Conrad. You end up at a party and get into an argument with a boy. Conrad is coming to rescue you. He takes you home and you stay in his room. There is a lot of tension between you that night.

Since you had arrived Conrad had been saying the bare minimum to you. Belly and Steven didn't seem to notice because they always had a better bond with Jeremiah. At first, you thought that Conrad would open up more once time went on, but to your disappointment he didn't.

"We're going swimming are you coming with?" belly asked.

"I would love that, but I need to go to the country club soon." you said. This was a lie. You didn't like to be with the three of them altogether. They talked a lot, to a point where you couldn't participate in the conversation. You did have to go to the country club. That wasn't a lie. You needed to get extra dance lessons before the deb ball. You have always danced shitty, so it wasn't a surprise when they told you you had to go.

After the dance lessons everyone was still out doing whatever. You had the whole house to yourself and decided to practice the dance in the hope you wouldn't have to go to another extra dance lesson. It looked stupid as fuck: you, dancing around with an invisible partner. After the song was over and you finished the whole routine someone clapped. You turned around and it was conrad, grinning from ear to ear, finding you very laughable.

"Fuck connie. You scared the shit out of me. Please don't stand there without me knowing it. Jesus."

"I'm sorry, it's just- you look so ridiculous." This is the first time since you got here that he smiled directly at you.

"I know I look ridiculous, that's why i'm practicing you dick."

"Y/n, please, let me help you. I can't have you dance like that at the deb ball."

You gave him a playful push. "Okay fine."

Conrad came closer. He put one hand on your waist, the other grabbed your hand. Stepping even closer while he looked deep in your eyes he whispered: "Just follow my lead."

It was like you two were in slow motion. The routine seemed like it was going on forever and ever. But you didn't mind, and he didn't seem to mind aswel. It wasn't until Belly and Jeremiah came home before you let go of each other. Conrad, leaving a warm feeling in your chest.

"Are you coming to the bonfire tonight, y/n?"

"Of course! Sounds fun! Belly are you going?"

"No, i'm staying in with the moms tonight, but you go! I know you have been looking forward to this all week."

After you all ate and got ready to go out, you stepped into the car with Steven, Jeremiah and Conrad. When you arrived you went straight to the girls you met at the country club. They weren't really your kind of people, but it felt nice to have friends to go to. You didn't want to stand out so you got a drink. And another one, and another one. You were starting to get really drunk. It wasn't like you to totally lose control, but you did. For the first time ever, you felt confident when you danced. It was a great feeling. Sometimes you would look at Conrad from the other side of the room. He would look too, not breaking eye-contact. And then suddenly, there was this boy. A, super hot and sexy boy, standing in front of you, wanting you to come to his house. But that didn't seem like a good idea to you, so you walk the other way. Away from Conrad. But the boy keeps following you. To the point where he starts to grab your arm and drag you around the place.

"Let go!" you shout. But the boy ignores you. You try to find a familiar face. Someone that can help you out. But nobody seems to notice. Just when you started to get desperate you hear your name. You turn around and see Conrad walking toward you. He probably sees the panic in your eyes.

"Let her go bro." Conrad shouts.

"I think she can decide for herself, Fisher."

"Clearly she can't, because no one voluntarily goes home with you."

It was a good comeback. People were starting to pay attention to you. But Conrads comment made the guy even more irritated.

"Are you jealous? Is she your girlfriend or something?" It was a classic comment. A retorical question. But it was the straw that broke the camel's back. Conrad was the first to lash out. They broke out into a fight. When you tried to intervene, you took a hit from the guy. You were knocked to the ground.

"Y/n!" Conrad fell down beside you. Tears started welling up. He looked at your face: "Are you okay?". I saw his face-expression change from worried to angry. Really, really angry. It wasn't the guys intention to hit you, so he got scared and tried to run away. But Conrad already stood in front of him.

"Leave it conrad." you say.

"If you ever touch her again, I will kill you." Conrad was holding himself back. Thank god. He pushes the guy to the side and helps you up.

"Let's go home."

"But what about jeremiah and steven?"

"They'll walk. They're big guys." says Conrad reassuring you.

When you get home everyone is asleep already. You and Conrad try to stay as quiet as possible. He walks you to the bathroom and sits you down at the edge of the bathtub. He puts toothpaste on your toothbrush and holds your chin up. Half asleep you expose your teeth. You're not saying anything. Your faces are close to each other. You look at his eyes, but they're not looking at you. They're concentrated on your teeth. Caring, almost. After you're done in the bathroom he walks you to his room. This is the first time you are in here this summer. It's still the same. It gives you a warm and calming feeling. Conrad gives you a Cousins t-shirt. then you realize: what are you doing here? Your room is literally at the end of the corridor. That is where you're supposed to be.

"Connie, i can go to my own room."

"No it's okay", he whispers, "You'll wake belly up. I'll sleep on the couch, it's no big deal."

You look at him. Trying to see if he is genuine. "Okay. If you say so. Turn around please."

He turns around, and so do you. Just in case. You take off your shirt and bra. You feel the summer air against you back and chest. You turn your head, to check if Conrad isn't looking. You wouldn't want him to see you in this state. He is looking at the ground. Wobbling from one leg to the other. Clearly a little nervous and uncomfortable. You smile.

When you've got his cousins t-shirt on you get under the covers. This is when Conrad finally turns around. Seeing you, a beautiful mess, in his bed. He swallows. Just as he wants to open the door, you say: "Stay." he hesitates and clenches his jaws.

"I can't, y/n. As much as i want to, you know i can't." And then he leaves you. In that room. All by yourself.

The next morning you're woken up by Conrad going trough is dresser, trying to find a t-shirt to wear for the day. He is standing with his back towards you. He just showered. His hair is wet and you can see drops of water running down his back. You decide to slowly sit up in his bed. He turns around after he hears movement.

"Good morning, y/n/n."

You smile and you get a warm feeling in your body. Still in your sleep drunkenness you say: "I've always liked you with wet hair. It's so-" you hesitate. you can feel your heart beating in your throat. "It's so romantic."

Conrad smiles. He opens his mouth to say something but then he closes it again. You immediately regret what you said.

"Forget that I said that."

"But what if I don't want to?" he says flirty.

Now it's your turn to be speechless. But he doesn't wait around for an answer. He turns around, puts on a t-shirt and walks out the room.

"There are hangover-smoothies downstairs."

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