#Conrad Fisher will forever hold a special in my heart

[moonlightfoxs-cantina]

I need Conrad Fisher so bad actually it’s not even funny

[grapejuicestyless]

hi, hope you're well! i was wondering if you could write something for conrad based on the song my love mine all mine by mitski? i've been obsessed with it lately and it reminds me off him 💖

My Love, Mine All Mine.

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

summery: Y/n has always gave too much. She always loved, believed too easily. She can’t control what others will do with that, but she can control how she loves.

Sorting through the shiny papers, the corners cut into my skin with each photo I crumpled up, tossing it into the shadows. Each memory ingrained forever on a film that would only taunt me with the past.

I hate the way the sun shined through the leaves in each one. How the sand looked so soft under our feet, the ocean bluer than any summer sky could every paint it now. I am reminded of how vibrant the world became with him in my life, when he was mine.

I say that he was mine loosely. I am unsure if I even have the ability to own something so pretty, so precious. If I ever even did. I remember the way my hands would run through his salty curls after a beach day. How he would hold me extra tight, we’d only bring one towel to share. His lap was soft, shorts scrunched up and dripping still.

I think of his lips on mine. How perfectly they fit on mine. I remember how desperate each kiss was. Not once had he ever made it seem like if it were to go no further we would cease to exist, but he was feverish enough with each lick into my mouth where I knew no matter what, he would never be satisfied. He always wanted more, more, more. How foolish of me to believe it was because he could simply not get enough of me, not because I was not enough.

He was kind, showing me affection in ways he swore would only ever be for me. He decorated his walls with love letters and Polaroids of us, of me. He had stacks of our adventures in an old shoebox under his bed for when I was away and he was missing me. He reminded me everyday how much he adored me. Counting down the seconds until he could hold me in his arms. He promised me it was a feeling that nobody else could ever give him. A heart rush that only ever came over him when my name was involved.

So why does he look at her that way? Why must his eyes carry the same shimmer of lust in them that he once held for me? I see the way his hands grip at her hips, her thighs. It’s animalistic in a way, primal. He wants her, needs her. He’s hers.

I remember the night I discovered their secret. My lover and my sister hand in hand one late June night. I stood still on the grass watching over them. My tears came out dry. I couldn’t even try and sob, let myself break. With his leaving just months ago, I’d already rung myself dry of any tears I had left.

It’s funny how something that once made you feel special can make you feel so sick so suddenly. What once gave me a reason for my living killed me so suddenly.

I knew I was always destined to die, to burn out and disappear. I never imagined how it would’ve happened at the hands of the two I trusted the most in my life. Looking up at the moon that night, I prayed to forget, to heal so suddenly. Rid me of the ache in my heart and replace it with a cold emptiness.

He holds her while she sits in my spot on the couch. She laughs at the jokes I told him that now spew from his lips. Her hands find home in his hair and the towel we once shared as become theirs. It’s all reused, it’s the same. He makes her feel special, wanted, lusted after. He’s a damn good actor, he fools the whole damn world with his cruel games.

Now I know better than anyone that when calling him mine, I must use it loosely. At some time, he might have been. The photos I tear up in my room are only proof of our years spent together. Two summers spent doting on each other. He was with me, but could I call him mine? If he left so easily, did he ever even need me? Want me?

I hold the final photo in my hands, the moon shines down on us. We’re only young in the photograph. His cheek is pressed to mine, our smiles touch. We look so free, so happy. I feel guilty if I were to rip it up when it still feels so happy.

Grabbing a pin from the bedside table, I poke it into the wall beside my mountains of other places and people I’ve seen. It sticks out, like it’s been highlighted in bright red. It stings to look at, but it reminds me of a better time, a time when I believed I had the ability to have good things.

Now I know, nothing in this world belongs to me. Not my baby, not my sister’s loyalty. Not my mother, not my brother. I have no control over anything. Yet, each time I allow myself to believe that I do. That I mean something. I pay a price for the immaturity of my heart. I act a fool over the smallest affections, the most discrete love. And I watch as each time it is taken away, leaving me with a heavy chest and a heart far too full for my body. Nothing in this world is mine for free. Nothing in this world belongs to me but my love, mine all mine.

[escapingrealityforamoment]

hello! i loved your idea on the speak now mini series, taylor is one of my fav artists and i was so excited to read! I was wondering if you could do something based off the title track? (speak now) ur writing is so beautiful!

Thank you love for sending in a request! I hope you enjoy reading this! :)

Y/N stood nervously at the entrance of the grand ballroom, their heart pounding with anticipation. Tonight was Conrad Fisher's wedding, and they couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—happiness for Conrad and a tinge of regret for the unspoken words between them. As Y/N watched Conrad exchange vows with his new partner, memories of their own summer romance flooded their mind. The stolen glances, the shared laughter, the unspoken connection—they all seemed like fragments of a distant past. But deep down, Y/N knew that they couldn't let this moment pass without closure. They had to speak now or forever hold their peace. Summoning their courage, Y/N approached Conrad during the reception. His eyes widened in surprise as he spotted them in the crowd. "Y/N? What are you doing here?" Conrad asked, his voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "I couldn't let this day go by without saying what I've kept inside for so long," Y/N replied, their voice trembling with vulnerability. Conrad's gaze softened, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. "I've wondered so many times what could have been between us." Y/N took a deep breath, gathering their thoughts. "Conrad, I want you to know that our time together meant something to me. I fell in love with you that summer, and even though we went our separate ways, you've always held a special place in my heart." Conrad's expression turned solemn as he listened intently. "Y/N, I had feelings for you too. But circumstances and fear held me back. I've carried the weight of regret ever since." Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as they continued, their voice filled with a mix of sadness and acceptance. "I don't want you to carry that burden anymore, Conrad. I want you to be happy, and I want to find my own happiness too. It's time for us to let go of what could have been and embrace the lives we've chosen." A bittersweet smile tugged at Conrad's lips as he reached out to gently touch Y/N's hand. "Thank you, Y/N, for saying what needed to be said. I've needed this closure as much as you have. Let's cherish the memories we shared and move forward with no regrets." In that moment, Y/N felt a sense of liberation wash over them. They had finally spoken their truth, releasing the lingering echoes of the past. As they watched Conrad return to his celebration, Y/N felt a renewed sense of hope. It was time for them to speak now and create their own future, leaving behind the what-ifs and embracing the possibilities that lay ahead.