#Conrad fisher rec

[cwritesforfun]

TSITP Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader: Only You

This was a request!! You've been Conrad's friend for years. Conrad took you to the Debutante Ball last summer because your date bailed on you and broke up with you. He realized how he felt about you then and now it's pretty much all he can think about. Y/N = Your Name

Conrad's POV

I'm waiting for Y/N to arrive. She texted me when her flight landed and when she got to her summer house in Cousins Beach. Now I just have to wait until she drives and gets here. I missed her so much. I wish she lived closer and we could hang out more. You have no idea how long I've been wanting to hug her tightly and have our night walks on the beach.

My door swings open and Jeremiah pokes his head in to say "Hey uh I think Y/N is here, but she is on a stressful-sounding call in the front yard. I heard her voice go really high and she's pacing." I nod and thank him before heading outside.

I open the front door and I see Y/N. She's hanging up her phone angrily when I get outside. When she sees me, her eyes light up and she runs over to me. I hug her tightly and swing her around a little.

Upon releasing her from her hug, I help Y/N carry her overnight bag to my bedroom. We then go for our walk on the beach because Y/N kindly asks to go on one.

We're walking on the beach and I notice Y/N deep in thought. I reach for her hand to hold it and I ask, "You okay?" Y/N squeezes my hand and says, "I am just tired of everyone in my hometown. I'm so glad I'm going to college this year. I cannot wait to leave them all. They're so exhausting to be around and they're toxic, plus they treat me like shit." I reply "I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't know they could get worse. It seems like everything was good at the end of the school year." She replies "I thought so too. I ran into this mean girl and my ex-boyfriend who stood me up at the Debutante Ball at the grocery store the other day. She called me ugly and said I don't deserve happiness. She then showed off my ex and talked about how happy she is with him. He didn't say anything that day, but he texted me the next day about how much he missed me. He said his new girlfriend is rude to everyone and that he was sorry. I just said liked his messages because I do not want him in my life in any aspect. I don't like either of them and I truly just dislike them." I reply "Well fuck them and their thoughts! They suck." She half smiles and I say "You know you have a little dimple on your right cheek that shows when you smile real big or when you're laughing really hard. I've always thought it was cute." She smiles widely and says "You're so sweet, Conrad. You always are." I reply "You're so beautiful, you know that right? Those people suck for trying to make you think otherwise." She asks "Is that why you keep staring at me?" I answer "Oh sorry what was that? I keep getting lost in your eyes. What? Too cheesy?" She laughs and playfully slaps me.

After our walk, we get back to the house where Jeremiah reminds me of the party tonight. Y/N agrees and Jeremiah stares at our hands still intertwined. I can't help that I like holding her hand. Y/N doesn't drop my hand either, so she must like me, right?

Y/N changes and says "I just remembered that I don't even have my whole suitcase here. I think I forgot to bring clothes, except one swimsuit." I ask "Do you need a shirt? I have several. I have the perfect shirt for you tonight. Let me find it." I find it and say "Ok, here it is and you should totally wear it. I'm not saying you shouldn't, but you should." She bursts out laughing and says "Oh I'm for sure wearing this." She changes and I smile widely. I love her in my clothes. What's best about this shirt is that it says FISHER on the back in big letters with my old number from football and on the front is this cheesy photo of me playing football at age 5. My mom had them made when I was in high school.

Y/N walks out in my shirt and it looks good on her. I exclaim "I just realized this will make it look like you're my girlfriend or that we're dating." She smirks and asks "Is that a bad thing? Is there someone else in your life that should wear this instead?" I answer "No and no. There's only you. What about you? Is there uh... someone in your life romantically?" She answers "There is no one but you." I ask "May I take you on a date this week?" She answers "Yes."

Jeremiah walks in, glances between us, and exclaims "We're leaving for the party if you two want to leave when we leave. Y/N, I like your shirt."

We all leave for the party. I drive Y/N and me to the party because Steven, Taylor, Belly, and Jeremiah are in the other car.

We get drinks and I walk around with Y/N a lot. We part ways and she goes off to Belly and Taylor. Jeremiah and Steven stop me when I move to get another drink. Jeremiah asks "What happened with Y/N? She's wearing your shirt. You never let anyone wear your clothes." Steven asks "Did you guys kiss yet?" I answer "We're going on a date this week. We did not kiss." Steven claps me on the back and says "I'm proud of you man. Get your girl!" I ask "What about Taylor?" Steven laughs and walks off. Jeremiah says "I'm happy for you, Conrad. Truly. You and Y/N deserve to be together." I smile.

I take a look at Y/N smiling with friends and I want to hug her, so I sneak behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. I put my head on her shoulder and kiss her on the cheek.

I exclaim "I missed you and I needed to hug you." Y/N replies "I like your hugs. Oh did you know that we're only going to be one hour from each other next year? We can visit each other when we're free on the weekend." I kiss her on the cheek and reply "I did know that. I'm so excited about it and yes, I will be seeing you a lot. I need my Y/N fix." She replies "I think our friends are sick of us." I laugh and ask "And why do you think that?" She answers "Well... you know what? I'm happy with you and your attention, so it does not matter to me what they think." I kiss her on the side of her mouth and say "I'm really happy too. I like you so much. You have no idea." She flips around in my arms and asks "How much?" I kiss her on the lips and she says "You must like me a lot." I ask "And how much do you like me?" She pulls my head back down and deepens the kiss as her hands go into my hair. So she likes me A LOT!

[brokenjere]

Bad in the bones ch.8 mood board

“I stopped him every night, except for tonight.”

[witchrecs]

"Say it." You said, your voice achingly gentle but firm.

"You're okay." He responded

🥹🥹

"He was holding you so tightly and you-you looked so scared and I- fuck, I don't-" He bagan to stutter, his anxiety and panic barring him from forming coherent sentences.

sweetest boy !

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

—Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

—summary: you lose your temper at a party and expect Conrad to be mad, but instead he breaks down.

—word count: 1.3k

—tw: fight, mentions of abuse, men(🤢), panic attack, swearing

—a/n: had this in my drafts along with complex so I thought why not give the hotties a double update, huh? also, if you read ocean eyes, keep ur eye out for a teeeeensy crossover.

Conrad’s hands were shaking as he drove you home, his car blanketed in the dark of the night as he tried his best to grip the steering wheel so he could just stop fucking shaking.

You sat in the passenger’s seat, biting your nails. Your heart was in the pit of your stomach, being swallowed whole by the acid and you were sure you could vomit. The thought of Conrad ever being mad at you made you sick.

It wasn’t like you went around the house party looking for a fight, in fact it was quite the opposite. You were excited for the party, to take a couple shots, dance with your friends, take mirror selfies with girls you just met and makeout with your boyfriend in a corner. But, the night had other plans for you.

Lexi and Olivia. The pair of best friends that had shot their shots with your boyfriend and his brother last summer, back when you were “just friends”. They had some weird fantasy about dating brothers and marrying into the same family, and were livid when they were both shot down. Ever since then, you and Jeremiah’s boyfriend, Hayden, endured the stink eye from the two girls. Not that you cared much, as long as they were smart enough to keep your family’s name out of their mouth.

Spoiler, they weren’t.

You had been walking to the bathroom, Belly behind you with her hand clasped tightly in yours when you overheard them saying nasty things about the brothers as they giggled with a couple boys you didn’t recognize. You stopped dead and your tracks and narrowed your eyes, your presence still unknown to them.

“No.” Belly said, trying and failing to pull you in the direction of the bathroom but you were firmly planted, staring down the two girls as they covered their mouths with laughter and rage boiled in your veins. Hell no.

You had no shame, walking right up to the girl who had been dumb enough to let your boyfriend’s name slip past her lips and shoving her.

She gasped as she spilled her drink on herself and you rolled your eyes.

“Learn to keep my boyfriend’s name out of your mouth.” You spat. And as you turned to walk away, your wrist was caught. The person dug into your skin so harshly you nearly whimpered, but instead you whipped your head around, eyes connecting with one of the unrecognized boys.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Conrad Fisher’s girlfriend, bitch.”

The boy pulled you closer, his grip on you harshening and you kept your tough face, but you were beginning to get scared. There weren't a whole lot of people near this section of the house, and the people who were occupying it only held their phones up, flashlights radiating the room. You prayed Belly had been smart and gone to get Conrad or Jeremiah.

“He needs to learn to keep you on a tighter leash.” The guy growled. You could feel his breath on your face and you whimpered as his grip tightened even more. He chuckled.

“Not so tough now, are you?

You were speechless. It was hard to be tough when your wrist was in the harsh grip of a man much larger than you, being slowly cornered into a wall. Becoming a man’s abuse fantasy come to life was fucking terrifying, and there was no tough face to put on anymore.

Thankfully, Jeremiah and Conrad had stepped in at just the right time, pulling the guy off of you and shoving him. 

Conrad pinned the boy to the wall, his forearm slammed against his chest, locking him in.

“You so much as look at my girl again,” He paused, his chest heaving as he put more pressure into the boy’s chest, making him groan, “You’re gonna lose your fuckin’ eyeballs.” 

He spit in the kid’s face before he let go and turned to you. He planted a hand on your jaw, chest heaving as he raked your body for any injuries other than your wrist, and when he hadn’t found any, he intertwined his free hand with yours and pulled you closer to him, planting a kiss to your forehead and ushering you to come with him.

He was mad at you, you were so sure he was mad at you. He looked so mad when he was talking to the guy that that’s all you could picture in your head, his anger.

Your fingers ached to slip through his shaking ones, to calm the tremors but you were afraid he’d get upset. So, you brought your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, careful not to put your wrist in too weird of a position.

Your outbursts weren’t anything new. In fact, they happened very frequently, but most of the time you were able to keep it under control until you were in private, usually doing breathing exercises with an ever so patient Conrad.

But you had lost it, completely lost your cool and embarrassed him. He wouldn’t even look at you, and you knew he was saving it for when you made it back to his house.

He gently put the car in park and took the keys out of the ignition, his shaky hands losing control and dropping them near his feet.

“Fuck!” His voice rang in the car and you jumped, closing your eyes and holding a hand to your heart. 

But when you opened your eyes you didn’t see anger. You didn’t see his nostrils flare or his jaw clench as he tried to keep his cool. You saw panic.

He was scared.

His hands were clenched and his eyes were wide, his knee bounced uncontrollably as he stared anywhere he could but you. He knew if he looked at you, saw your tear stained cheeks and the bruising around your wrist he’d lose it, and he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to break down in front of you when you were the one hurting.

“Conrad…”

His breaths were sharp as his eyes filled with tears, refusing to look at you.

You didn’t waste any time as you unbuckled your seatbelt, clambering over the center console and straddling your boyfriend, holding his face firmly in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

“I’m okay.” You assured him and he nodded, digging his fingers into your thighs.

“Say it.” You said, your voice achingly gentle but firm.

“You’re okay.” He responded and you nodded, wiping away the salty tears that began to slip from the corner of his eyes and kissing away the ones that made it down to his lips.

His hands had traveled to your waist, softly gripping at the skin as he let his forehead drop to your shoulder. He was still shaking.

“Baby.” You cooed and he let out a sob and you held on tighter, ignoring the throb in your wrist. His tears didn’t let up and your heart ached as he cried, suddenly feeling guilty for not holding his hand and soothing him earlier. “I’m right here.”

You swayed him lightly back and forth, tangling your fingers in his hair and leaving sweet kisses to the side of his head.

“I should’ve been there I-” He gasped for air. “I should’ve fucking been there.”

You shook your head, “No, no, don’t put this on yourself.”

“He was holding you so tightly and you- you looked so scared and I- fuck, I don’t-” He bagan to stutter, his anxiety and panic barring him from forming coherent sentences.

“It’s okay, my love. Breathe.” You said, your voice even and calm.

You had been scared out of your mind but as soon as you saw Conrad’s shaking frame, something snapped, and you were still, holding your boy in your arms.

Conrad eventually relaxed enough for you to take him inside and he fell asleep with his head resting on your stomach, his body situated in between your legs while watching a movie on the couch, your fingers tangled in his hair and you felt a weight release from your shoulders when you heard his deep breaths and soft snores, finally allowing yourself to close your eyes.

*screaming* I LOVE CHEESY ENDINGS

anyway. not tagging, i don’t think i’ll be doing a taglist anymore, only like 2% of my reblogs are from people on my taglist, and i don’t feel like going through all of the trouble for nothing, so🫶🏼 unless ur a moot who specifically asks to be tagged in a fic we’ve discussed, taglist is discontinued!

i still love u all tho xo

[conniesanchor]

conrad fisher + adhd!reader if you would please

your wish is my command <3

i have a couple of different scenarios in my head for this one, so if you were looking for something a bit different, then feel free to ask for a specific scenario 💓💓i also did a bunch of research on this because i don't have adhd, so if i didn't do it justice i apologize.

"baby?" your boyfriends voice interrupted your thoughts. you had been sitting at your laptop doing work for your pshych class for what felt like forever, but it was only a few hours. "i think it's time for a break. i can get you some food, if you'd like?" he questioned.

you sighed when you lost your train of thought. you had just figured out what the next sentence was going to be, and then conrad interrupted you. "no, connie. if i stop now, i won't start again," you whined, turning in your chair to face him.

conrad always knew when you were overworking yourself. whether it was chores or schoolwork, he always knew when you needed a break. "you will, pretty. we just need to give it a break for tonight, alright?" he asked, but it was more rhetorical than anything else.

you knew there was no use in putting up a fight. there was no way that he was just going to let you keep working, not when you hadn't gotten up in a few hours. "okay." you reluctantly agreed, standing up from your chair and stretching your limbs out.

conrad smiled, "want to go to the coffee place and get something to eat and drink?" he offered.

you shook your head, "im not hungry."

"being as i haven't seen you eat anything today, i don't care if you're hungry or not," he spoke lightheartedly (is that a word?), but you knew he was serious.

you rolled your eyes but gave in anyway. "okay. can we at least get- hey is that my bracelet? i thought i lost it." you cut yourself off when you noticed the black strong with a metal wave hanging off of his wrist.

he looked as if he didn't even know he was wearing it, "oh. yeah, baby, im sorry. i must've picked it up for you and forgot to give it back," he apologized, quickly tamkng it off and assisting you in slipping it back onto your wrist. "now, what were you saying? can we at least get...?"

[a-asterias]

— micaela's july + august recs

ty to all these amazing writers who have left me with butterflies in my stomach and/or tears rolling down my face, much appreciated <3

p.s. i missed last month's recs (whoops) so please enjoy two months worth of recs x

LOCKWOOD AND CO.

— anthony lockwood.

drives me crazy by @tangledinlove

↳ heart eyes!

leave the door open by @atlabeth

↳ are we too young for this?

↳ you're beautiful

GRISHAVERSE

— nikolai lantsov.

come on back to me by @atlabeth

↳ bad luck

wanting was enough by @genyakosstyk

STRANGER THINGS

— steve harrington.

the swindling of steve harrington's heart by @stevebabey

redamancy by @sanguineterrain

oops, i love you. by @earthgirl616

second chance by @astermath

make it better by @upsidedownwithsteve

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY

— conrad fisher.

ocean eyes by @cryonme

in my head, i play a supercut of us by @kamaluhkhan

HARRY POTTER

— mattheo riddle.

if i can't have you baby by @earthgirl616

↳ "who did this to you?"

— theodore nott.

the way i loved you by @earthgirl616

↳ "don't leave me... please"

end up here by @priniya

↳ small worlds

— lorenzo berkshire.

"yeah, i love you. so what?" by @earthgirl616

MARAUDERS

— sirius black.

i think he knows by @theemporium

— remus lupin.

calm after the storm by @earthgirl616

↳ furry little secret

'til the morning by @upsidedownwithsteve

↳ at ease

↳ is this a thing?

ivy by @enviedear

MARVEL

— peter parker.

into the blogosphere by @earthgirl616

another chance by @mgparker

THE BEAR

— carmy berzatto.

all i ever knew, only you by @etherealising

PEAKY BLINDERS

— tommy shelby.

time after time by @all-mirth-no-matter

protection by @writers-hes

THE HUNGER GAMES

— finnick odair.

the drought of an ocean universe by @thewordswewrite

our song and dance by @mrs-kmikaelson

[kaylasficrecs]

conrad fisher recs

ocean eyes | one shot, flangst | @cryonme

i'm right here | imagine, flangst | @lovesickfoolwp

take care of you | imagine, flangst | @s1ater

break | imagine, flangst | @cryonme

guitar pick | au, two shot, fluff | @tatoda

starlight | imagine, flangst | @pretty-little-mind33

dress | imagine, trifecta (smut/fluff/angst) | @mvltisstuff

haunted | two shot, angst | @toms-gf

what am i supposed to do... | imagine, flangst (more angst) | @sourcherryandsprinkles

friends to lovers | imagine, fluff, smut | @cinemadaydream

everything | one shot, flangst (more angst) | @julieloves074

hugging conrad | drabble, flangst | @fitzells

mirrorball | imagine, flangst | @mvltisstuff

healed and hurt | imagine, flangst | @probably-writing-x

how to disappear | two shot, angst | @tearsoverfears

make it better | one shot, trifecta | @s-brant

clingy!reader | imagine, flangst | @conniesanchor

is that my shirt? | imagine, fluff | @sourcherryandsprinkles

motel scene | imagine, flangst | @kissesfromkiki

bet u wanna read my mind | one shot, flangst | @kissesfromkiki

wanting you | imagine, fluffy flangst | @tatoda

stanford girl | imagine, fluff | @sourcherryandsprinkles

cinnamon girl | series | @kissesfromkiki

seeing you | imagine, smut | @tatoda

this love | one shot, flangst | @kissesfromkiki

seeing each other in secret | imagine, smut | @sourcherryandsprinkles

[qlossytbh]

𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 - 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 you and conrad had established no strings attached, that is until valentines fold up and conrad suddenly seeks more out of you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 implications of sex, fwb, lots of fluff towards the end

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 3.1k by

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 back at it lol. i’m taking request!! feel free to send in any requests for any of the characters on my masterlist

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Valentines day. 

Some people are apprehensive when it comes to deciding what to spend the day doing on this particular holiday. For the lucky, it might be spending the day with their significant other or sitting around, basking in the simplicity of spending time with the person you love. For others, it was spending the day watching sappy rom-cons or moping around about the very fact of being single.

For you, Valentine's Day was the perfect excuse to show everyone how much you loved and cared for them. You were an overall extremely affectionate person, giving intricate gifts was a part of who you were. It was an extreme love language of yours— the feeling of running around, planning and buying different parts and pieces for each gift was something you found loads of fun in doing. 

For example, you had just finished baking and packing up your usual valentine themed cookie boxes to send out to all of your coworkers who worked with you at the local dog shelter. You had also sent out all of the small valentine themed envelopes to your family, who lived down the street from Susannah’s house here in Cousins, which reminded you not to forget her and Laurel's bouquets. You also put together the little treat bags with the group's favorite candy and other small things; one for Jeremiah, one for Steven, one for Belly, and one for Conrad.

It maybe was a lot, but you couldn't help yourself. You loved Valentine's Day. 

It was currently around four in the afternoon, and you were rushing around the kitchen of the Fisher household, scrolling through your tablet, checking off a few of the things you had left to do. 

Jeremiah walked into the room along with Belly, Steven, and Conrad.

"Hello Jeremiah." You looked up from your tablet and caught Jeremiah reaching for a cookie from one of the batches you were going to give out to your neighbours later on. His face twisted, laughing in embarrassment. You shook your head, looking down at the screen with a smile. 

"I left a batch of red velvet cupcakes near the fridge," Jeremiah and Stevens faces lit up. 

"You are the best person to step foot on this planet," Steven praised as they rounded the corner in attempts to get their hands on one of the cupcakes. 

"Seem's like you've been busy," Belly said, scanning the room as you set the tablet down on the counter. "I'll never get how you do it."

You shrugged, pulling your hand back and letting down the messy bun you had whipped up a few hours ago. "What can I say? Its Valentine’s Day."

"Not a valid answer, you don't see me running around gifting people random lovey shit, huh?" Conrad butted in as he leaned against the wall. You shot a glare at him.

"Well, you don't do lovey shit anyways," You teased with a smile, looking at your feet. "I dont know, I like seeing people happy, thats really all there is to it."

Belly looked at you with a smile. "That and your mind works at like, a thousand miles per hour."

It was true, you had a tendency to always need to be moving around. You barely sat still, not being able to stand the feeling of not being productive. You were always doing something, or you always had something to do. It was the main reason why you always ended burnt out. You loved doing things constantly, but it came with the heavy price of not knowing when you should stop doing things and rest. 

"People only usually do this stuff when they have boyfriends and shit like that," Belly insinuated. 

"You trying to tell us something, Y/n?" She said, gesturing towards her and Conrad. 

You cleared your throat, feeling a heat wave spread itself against your cheeks. You looked down only momentarily before shooting the pair a smile. "I do this every year Belly, if I had a special someone, you'd be able to tell."

It had been half true, given how you and Conrad weren't necessarily dating. 

It was complicated, at least if you explained it to others. You and Conrad had been best friends since you started coming to Cousins, which was since you were a baby. You loved Belly and Steven, and you loved Jeremiah, but things always felt different with Conrad. 

People had told you that Conrad was never an open book, and it surprised you at first, because he had always been more than open with you. It took very little, if not nothing, to guess with just a glance at what was going on in his head.

Many of the words that people used to describe Conrad Fisher, were the complete opposite of what you knew him to be. Conrad had a side of him that was reserved for only you, and you eventually started noticing it throughout your friendship. 

The two of you had many things that you preferred to leave unspoken. It had always worked like that with the two of you. When it came to how you felt about him, you couldn't put much into words. Words didn't do it justice most of the time.

But you and Conrad had been involved in this, thing, for about a year now. It started last summer, the two of you having one too many drinks at a party and hooking up accidentally. Or so you'd like to say it like that, because no one hooks up with their best friend drunk and says it was an accident. The two of you, not being able to communicate properly, ignored what happened that night for weeks.

But then it happened again

and again, 

and then again.

And none of the following times included alcohol. But for some reason, each time you saw each other after any sexual rendezvous, things would go completely back to normal. You guessed that was just your relationship with Conrad, it never got awkward or weird. 

You did however end up talking about it with him. 

"Can we talk?" You said, knocking on Conrad's door softly. He was lying down in his bed, book in hand. He sat up, placing it on the nightstand beside his bed. You looked at each other before he shook his head and ran a hand through his hair

"Sure," You walked in, feeling the cool air of the air conditioning hit your legs. You closed the door behind you, swallowing thickly as you could sense this conversation was going somewhere. You couldn't decipher if it was for the better or for the worse. 

You sat on the edge of his bed and looked into his eyes in silence. His gaze was just as locked on you as you were on him. That was before smiles started to grow on each of your faces before you threw your head back, laughing at the ridicule the situation presented. 

"I really don't know why we should talk about this," You said, turning to the side. 

Conrad sighed. "No, we probably should."

You looked at Conrad and focused on the blue in his eyes. "I dont regret what happened."

"Neither do I."

 "Is there a particular reason as to why it happened again after the first time?" You shifted your body and fiddled with your fingers. "And the second and third..

Conrad sighed heavily through his nose. He didn't get what was happening to him at all. He knew he cared about you; he knew he loved being near you and spending time with you. And he enjoyed what had happened between you two, 

A lot. 

But he didn't feel the need to put a title on what the two of you were. At this point, he was definitely opposed to the idea of dating, but he wasn't opposed to the idea of you. Maybe in the future? He didnt know, he was truly lost. 

And so were you. Which you hated. You couldn't stand not knowing what you wanted or what you were feeling. You needed to put titles onto everything—every feeling, every emotion, every situation—thats how your mind worked. But you knew you didn't want a relationship at this point in your life, but you loved spending time with Conrad the way you have recently.

"I don't know," He settled. "I don't see myself in a relationship, but I do love doing all the things we've been doing. 

You look at him and see a glint of something flashes through his eyes. "A lot."

You felt a rush of adrenaline pump through your veins as your cheeks went hot. You reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I do too."

"I say," He pushed his body closer to yours, his knees lightly grazing against yours. You watched his movements with a sharp intensity. "Let's just be the friends we’ve been since we could talk, and ocacionally thing."

He placed a hand on your thigh. "Things have been normal so far, would you want to keep doing things?"

You nodded and smiled as he leaned forward. You said in a whisper, "What things are we talking about specifically?"

"Should I say it?" His breath fanned over your own. He then pressed a chaste kiss onto your lips, allowing your eyes to flutter close in delight as you smiled through the kiss. "Or do you want me to show you,"

With that you pressed your lips onto his, hungry for whatever you could have of him. 

For the rest of the summer it continued. The two of your manadged to keep it a secret, not wanting any complications of anyone else trying to put a name to whatever it was the two of you had. 

You didn't even know what it was. Friends with benefits? It was more than that, given how you two cuddled occasionally, kissed occasionally, and went on occasional dates. It stressed you out more to try to figure out what it was than just enjoying it. 

Plus, you knew Conrad cared for you, and you cared for him. That was all that really mattered to you anyway. 

Even when summer ended, you two talked all the time, which was not out of the norm for the two of you. The only difference was the occasional sexting. 

Things were occasional between the two of you, if you couldn't tell by now.

Winter break in Cousin's was your favorite, and when your college gave the students a week off, you were ecstatic. Every year, you never manadged to catch the Conklin and Fisher family, given how they were always given a few weeks off in January instead of February. You grabbed your keys, packed a bag, and headed straight for Cousin's.

Things with Conrad this week had been amazing, but you could tell things were a bit more romatic. Before it was easy to difirenciate when you were only friends and when you were in need of physical touch or intimacy, but now things were all fused and mixed together. 

It didnt bother you enough to talk about it though and neither did he, so you left it at that

You put the last bits of the dishes into the dryer before brushing your hands against the fabric of your cotton shorts. Jeremiah walked into the room with his keys in his hand. "Were headed out."

You looked over at him, grabing your phone and scanning it for any new messages. "Sounds okay,"

"We'll probably be back late, you and Conrad going to be okay?" You deadpanned at the boy.

"We'll be fine," You walked over to him, grabbing him by the shoulders and leading him towards the front door, where Steven and Belly stood. "You go have fun with Steven and Belly, god knows you need to take the poor girl out."

"Thank you," Belly said, agreeing with you. "Mom said she'd be back with Susanah in a few hours." 

You nodded, feeling the breeze of the cold air hit your bare shoulders as Steven opened the front door. Steven jumped. "Oh shit! Almost forgot." 

"That monstrousity came for you today," Steven said, pointing over to your left. "It had a small card, some sappy bullshit on it." 

"For me?" You looked over to the side, letting your jaw slack slightly. Placed perfectly in the middle of the table was a huge bouquet full of red roses and white tulips, both of your favorite flowers. They were carefully wrapped in white and silver paper, adorned almost perfectly with a pink satin bow. 

You never got much on Valentine's Day; you were used to giving the presents, not receiving them. You looked at the group aprehensively once more before walking carefully over to the table. You picked up the small card, reading it carefully: 'Happy Valentines Day pretty girl'

You felt your heart thump against your chest. You let out a small chuckle as your cheeks turned red, knowing exactly who these were from. "Dumbass.."

"What was that about not having a boyfriend?" Belly butted in, causing you to snap out of your lovesick trance. You turned to the three of them, who were eyeing you as you stumbled on your words. 

"Just- uhm, some guy thats been bothering me," You nervously chuckled, rubbing the back of your neck. The three of them looked at each other. 

"Conrad's gonna be pissed." Steven whispered before closing the door and heading out. You laughed to yourself and looked up the stairs, shaking your head. If only they knew. You placed the card down, looking back at the flowers once more before heading upstairs. 

You turned the corner, knocking softly on Conrad's door. With a hum on his side, you pushed the door open. He was standing near his bed with his shirt in his hand, and off of his body.

"Hey," He said, tossing the shirt into his already open closet. "I was just heading to bed." 

You smiled to yourself while crossing your arms, leaning against the door frame. "I thought you didn't do that lovey valentines day shit" 

He paused, looking at you with a perplexed look on his face. You rolled your eyes, walking into the room and closing the door behind you. Conrad eyed you carefully as you made your way to him. "Are you talking about the flowers?"

"Yes Conrad, I'm talking about the flowers," You said, placing a kiss onto his lips. He smiled into the kiss, letting his hands reach your waist, giving you the space your wrap your arms around his neck. You smiled widely into the kiss, not being able to contain your giddiness. 

Your heart was beating wrapidly in your chest, a feeling only Conrad gave you. You pushed into the kiss, deepening it as you directed his body towards his bed. The back of his knees hit the matress, forcing him to sit on the matress, which gave you the space to crawl onto his lap. 

You pulled away, looking down at the blonde boy whom you were currently straddling. "I'm guessing you liked them?”

"How'd you know roses and tulips were my favorite?" You said, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear as you admired the facial features you had grown to love. 

"I pay attention," He leaned forward, kissing the spot on your jaw just below your ear, causing a small giggle to erupt from your chest. 

"Thank you," You whispered, pulling away from him and looking into his eyes deeply. "You didn't have to, really."

He stared back at you, heart fluttering wildly. A feeling he was used to feeling around you, something only you brought out in him. It seemed that no matter how many girls would pop into his life or would come up to him at any frat party, you were always the first one on his mind. You were the only one on his mind.

"Of course I did," He kissed your cheek. "Its not even a quarter of what you deserve."

There it was again. He His your jaw again, trsiling soft delicate kissing up your neck. They were affectionate, none trying to iniciate something. Just soft pecks adorned with love and adoration. You let your hands enravel themselves into his hair, sighing in contentment. 

"Things have changed haven’t they?" You whispered as you pulled his body closer to yours. 

"Mhm," He agreed. You looked at the wall in front of you.

"Can we talk about it?" 

Conrad pulled away, looking at you with a look on his face. You stared back in silence. "Talk to me,"

You sighed, not really knowing what to say. Your heart fluttered at the sight of his attention, listening closely to what you had to say. 

The thing is you didnt know what to say. All you knew is that you cared about the boy in front of you a lot, and this ocassional thing has been going on for so long now. You knew you didnt want to end anything, fuck no. But you wanted more and you were scared it was a one paged thing. 

"Whyd you sent me the flowers?" You asked, paying close attention to his features. He smiled to himself, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

"Becuase," He started. "You love Valentines day, and you love recieving gifts, giving them as well, but not a lot of people know you like recieving them as well."

He continued. "You hate the color orange, you say it makes you squirmy and uncomfortable. Your favorite movies Rapunzel, great choice by the way,"

"You give so much to the people you love and I can vouch for that." He grabbed your hands, carresing them softly in his own. 

You looked at him in silence. "I don't want to do this thing occasionally anymore, I want it always.”

You and Conrad had always had a strong relationship, and its been a long time since it stopped being just platonic. You knew everything about him and so did he. Hell, it probably stopped being platonic before you even had sex with him for the first time.

Both of you could’ve saved yourselves months of time if you’d let yourself feel what you were meant to feel for each other sooner.

“So this mean what exactly? That you’re officially asking me to be your ‘girlfriend’” You asked, saying the word that felt so foreign. You knitted your eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

“If that’s something you want,” He said, hope and anxiety flooding his gaze. You stared down at him, smiling softly. You leaned in.

“I’d like that.” You closed the gap between the two of you, sighing deeply into the kiss.

Something inside you felt satisfied. As if your body had been longing for a confirmation that Conrad really was just yours.

He had always been.

You pulled away, hands resting at his bare shoulders as your foreheads rested against each other.

“Can we watch Tangled now?” You asked, voice laced with excitement. He rolled his eyes, pecking your lips softly.

“Duh.”

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Without saying anything, he reached for your face, gently brushing his thumb over your cheekbone. ‘’I’m sorry.’’

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Music was mixing with the soft swishes of the ocean, marking the first night of summer at Cousins’ beach. After months in the city that never sleeps, it was nice to be back. The smell of the ocean, the feeling of the sand under your feet, the calm swish of the waves, the beautiful sunsets — there were no such things in New York.

Talking about things New York didn’t have, your mouth busy kissing the cute boy you met on the boardwalk yesterday. You didn't plan on kissing him — or anyone — at the bonfire, but he smelled really good and his smile was causing a kaleidoscope in your stomach, and before you realized what was happening, he was leaning to kiss you.

His name was Benjamin…or was it Brad? God, you couldn’t remember. What you knew was the sensation of his body pressed against yours, the intertwining of tongues, and the gentle touch of his hands as they slid to your waist and effortlessly pulled you closer.

This summer was going to be amazing.

Your bubble of summer-lovin' was popped when a sudden commotion about a beer reached your ears, drawing your attention away from Brody. He whined, trying to join your lips again, but you turned your head in direction of the heated voices, one of them familiar to you.

‘’Shit,’’ you muttered under your breath, seeing Conrad shoving another guy and getting shoved back. This was not going to end well… ‘’I’ll be right back.’’

Brody nodded as you stood from the sand and went over, foolishly believing that you could mediate the altercation.

‘’Hey, Conrad that’s enou—’’ you began, only to be abruptly halted by a forceful elbow striking your cheekbone, sending you on the ground.

The sudden assault had drawn Conrad's attention away from the beer-fueled dispute, his drunken gaze fixed upon you with concern. He tried to get to you, see if you were okay, but the other guy wasn't willing to let Conrad off the hook so easily, launching a punch before he could reach your side.

‘’What the fuck is wrong with you?’’ Conrad's anger flared as he retaliated, delivering a punch of his own.

Amidst the chaos, Jeremiah caught sight of the brawl and quickly ran over to you. ‘’Are you okay?’’ he asked, extending a hand and helping you getting back on your feet, his genuine concern evident in his voice.

You nodded, wincing as you covered your aching cheekbone. It’s gonna be bruised tomorrow. Brad, having witnessed the unfortunate turn of events, also approached to offer his support. He tried to cup your face to assess the injury, but you dodged his contact.

Seeing you were relatively okay, Jeremiah pointed towards Conrad and you nodded again, silently telling him to go. You doubted he’ll be able to break the fight, but hopefully someone will come and help.

‘’You should put some ice on that,’’ Brody advised, but all you could think about was Conrad.

Getting into fights was unlike him. But he hasn’t really been himself lately…

A sudden cry of ‘’Cops!’’ echoed through the beach, instantly causing a wave of panic and dispersal among the party-ers. People fled in different directions, seeking to avoid any potential trouble with law enforcement.

While running off, you managed to get away from Brody, no longer wanting to be by his side. It was nothing personal. Old ghosts just pulled you back in.

You emerged on the road, scanning all the cars on each side until you caught the unmistakable red of Conrad's Jeep parked on the road. The backdoor on the driver side was open as Jeremian helped Conrad get in the backseat of the jeep.

‘’Jere! Wait up!’’ you called out at him.

‘’Watch your head. Your legs,’’ Jeremiah said, making sure he wouldn’t be catching any of his drunk brother’s limbs when closing the door.

Conrad grumbled, half laying down on the backseat. ‘’I know how to get into a car,’’ he muttered.

‘’Can I come with?’’ you asked, trying to not glance at Conrad. ‘’I…I don’t have a ride home.’’

Jeremiah nodded, and both of you climbed into the jeep, fastening your seatbelts before driving away.

Only to slam the brakes two seconds later and come to an abrupt halt. ‘’Fuck. Steven.’’ Jeremiah turned to you before getting out. ‘’Watch Conrad, I’ll be right back.’’

Conrad and you were in the car silently. It felt eerily quiet, and even though it was only just past one, you were completely exhausted. In the backseat, Conrad was quiet, lost in his drunken haze. Neither of you spoke for a moment, until he started playing with a piece of your hair.

‘’How did you get into this mess?’’

‘’The guy wanted my beer,’’ he explained simply, softly.

‘’And you didn’t think you had enough?’’ Conrad was silent, so you glanced at him through the visor mirror. ‘’Why did you drink so much?’’

‘’You.’’

A frown formed between your eyebrows. ‘’Me?’’

He let go of your hair and leaned his head against the window. ‘’Why were you with that guy? Is…is he your new boyfriend?’’

No.

Brody was charming and sweet, but you didn’t see him as a potential boyfriend. You weren’t looking for a relationship at the moment. That would be stupid given you were starting college in September.

‘’That’s none of your business,’’ you said instead, brushing off his question.

After playing cat and mouse all summer the year prior — and some of autumn —, you and Conrad decided to call it quits in the spring. You never officially dated, just played around, but a part of you had been hopeful Conrad would change his mind and want to take it to the next level. Unfortunately, he was never yours to lose.

‘’I don’t like when you kiss someone else. You should be kissing me.’’

The atmosphere in the jeep became tense as Conrad's words hung in the air. Had he not been so intoxicated, he would never have said that. You could feel the weight of his emotions and the unresolved tension between the two of you.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to compose yourself, not wanting to lash your emotions at him. ‘’You dumped me, remember?’’ you reminded him, trying to ignore the sleeping pain hidden in a compartment of your heart.

‘’Seeing you with someone else... it drives me crazy,’’ he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of longing and vulnerability.

Twisting in your seat, you turned to face Conrad.

Conrad and his stupid temper. Had he not gotten into a dumb fight over a beer, the side of your face wouldn’t be in pulsing pain. You also would not be sitting in his jeep with him.

Without saying anything, he reached for your face, gently brushing his thumb over your cheekbone. ‘’I’m sorry.’’

Before you could say anything, the driver side’s door opened, snapping you and Conrad from your moment.

‘’I found him!’’ Jeremiah announced, getting in while Steven did the same, complaining about having to sit in the backseat and having not enough room for his legs. 

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TSITP: Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader: Confessions

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I sit on the beach by a fire with a beer next to Jeremiah. I ask "Why aren't you partying with everyone else? This is not like you." He answers "I ... the person I like is dancing with someone else. I wish they were with me. How do you do it?" I ask "Do what?" He answers "Watch Y/N dance and hang out with other guys." I reply "Oh... uh this is the first time I've ever seen her dance with other guys. She usually just talks to them. I've liked her for years but never had the guts to say it. So it's kind of my fault that she's with other guys and not me. I wish she was with me. She makes me so happy." I feel someone's arms wrap around my neck and I smell Y/N's perfume. I look up and see Y/N smiling down at me. I wonder if she heard anything I said. I smile back at her and say "Hi, what are you doing over here?" She answers "I want to leave. Those guys are gross and I'm tired." I smell alcohol on her breath, so I doubt she will remember this. Whew. But also I kind of wish she had heard me confessing my feelings accidentally and we could go on a date. I want to take her out and treat her right. I reply "Ok, we can leave. Did you hear anything when you walked up?" She answers "You smell really good, Conrad. How have I never noticed that and not shared it with you?" UHHHH ?!?!? I hear Jeremiah ask "Y/N, how much did you have to drink?" Y/N answers "Uhhhhh how much is too much? I had at least 2 drinks maybe more. I lost count." Jeremiah laughs and says "Well come on, let's go."

Y/N gets off me and we all walk to the cars. Y/N ends up leaning against me as we walk to the car.

We get home and Y/N follows me to my room. She's been staying in my room while I'm in town, even though she lives in town. She just doesn't want to miss anytime with me or at least that's what she told me.

NEXT MORNING - Y/N's POV

I wake up to my head pounding and my stomach churning. I make it to the bathroom where I throw up. I then lay on the floor after brushing my teeth. I'm tired.

I close my eyes and try to remember bits of my night. I remember going to the party and wanting to drink. I almost never want to drink, but it had been a bad day for me. I remember guys flirting with me and asking if I wanted to go home with them. I was annoyed by that. I remember seeing Conrad with Jeremiah by a fire. Conrad said something about his crush on me. I wanted to go home. Wait! CONRAD SAID HE HAD A CRUSH ON ME.

I hear knocking on the bathroom door and Conrad says "Hey Y/N, are you alright? I got you some water." I sit up, open the door, and stand up. I take the water from him and sip it gently. We walk back to his bed where I sit and he sits cautiously next to me. He asks "So what do you remember from last night?" I answer "Small moments throughout the night, but not exact quotes of anything said. I remember wanting to drink my bad day away and the guys at the beach were annoying me with their sex talk. I remember you and Jeremiah sitting by the fire talking about crushes. That's about it." His eyes grow wide and he asks "And how do you feel about my crush?" I answer "I think you should tell her when she's sober and I'm sure she'd let you take her on that date." He half smiles and says "Y/N, I really like you and I've liked you for years. You've always been the girl for me and I've wanted to tell you for years. I was afraid you would not want to be my friend anymore and that you would just hate me for liking you. I'm sorry you found out last night, but also I am glad you found out." I reply "I like you too Conrad and I have liked you for years too." He replies "Well, would you like to go on a date with me?" I reply "I would love nothing more."

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𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬 (conrad fisher x reader)

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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.

~

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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— finnick odair.

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the only thing that matters by @s1ater

out of the woods by @blondedmuse

make belief by @t-horn-n

↳ unspoken

↳ deathbed

↳ it's your voice

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

— aemond targaryen.

bane of my existence, object of my desire by @jasonsmirrorball

dragons bane by @house-strong

not a child anymore by @sansaorgana

— jacaerys velaryon.

go as a dream by @aphroditesmoon

bruising kisses by @house-strong

thus always to tyrants by @echnated

HARRY POTTER

— george weasley.

an exhibition of muggle dueling by @theweasleysredhair

— cedric diggory.

midnight feasts and evening strolls by @mentally-in-northern-italy

MARAUDERS

— james potter.

april fool's by @theweasleysredhair

wrong idea by @mentally-in-northern-italy

— sirius black.

the way you look at her by @theweasleysredhair

↳ if you love me let me know

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full moon by @theweasleysredhair

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS

— ethan nakamura.

(don't) go. by @honigmilch

GRISHAVERSE

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not letting go by @honigmilch

sociopath by @magpiencrow

three taps by @happyyyandcrazyyy

bloody hands by @anthonysharmaa

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY

— conrad fisher.

finally by @mentally-in-northern-italy

STRANGER THINGS

— steve harrington.

cardigan by @marwritesgood

nine facts, one lie by @stevebabey

↳ so full of love

— eddie munson.

grand gesture by @appocalipse

TOP GUN

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you said you'd grow old with me by @blue-aconite

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WEDNESDAY

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