#Steven Conklin

[mvltisstuff]

going, going, gone - c.f

summary: y/n’s the only person who can get conrad, and he realizes that maybe he’s been falling for the wrong conklin.

conrad fisher x conklin!reader

gif from @conradfiisher

a/n: this will likely have a part two, so it probably won’t end here!! no promises as to when pt 2 is out but it will be there eventually ;)) this is literally me wishing i could slap some sense into belly

part two

“hey,” y/n greets, stepping into the beach house and finding conrad unpacking.

“hi,” he smiles lightly. the past few months have been nearly impossible. trying to crack conrad open is like trying to break into a safe. it took y/n forever to be able to understand conrad, and now that she finally did, there was an undeniable spark. she could sense the tension in his mind, knowing that something had set him off. he looked like he just wanted to break down, but he didn’t want to. if he did, he doesn’t know how to put himself back together.

“you ok?” she asks, cautiously. he’s almost like a wild animal, get too close and he runs away. especially since susannah died, he hasn’t been able to find a connection like the one he had with his mother.

“fine,” he mumbles, folding a few blankets onto the couch and placing some pillows beside it.

“conrad, don’t play this game with me again,” y/n sighs, stepping closer to him. he pauses in his movements to look up at her, slapping one last piece of decor on the mantle. “can we at least talk about the exam?”

“i, um,” he stutters, unable to find the right words that have disappeared in his mind. it’s like he completely pushed out the exam, all the other events had forcefully taken the excitement from it. “i feel really good about it, but it’s just an exam.”

y/n can tell in his slumped stance that something is truly disturbing him. he looks broken, and whoever did it certainly failed to put the pieces back together. it appears that they didn’t even try. “talk to me, conrad. please?”

he stops, breaking eye contact. he can’t look at her while he tells her because she can’t see his face when he says it. he doesn’t want y/n to see him crack under the pressure again.

“jeremiah and belly were making out on my car when i came out of testing. i walked out and there they were.”

“what?” y/n spits out, thinking about everything belly had told her before. “i thought she said she moved on-“

“yeah, i did, too,” his voice breaks, still avoiding any looks to y/n. if y/n sees him falling apart over belly, y/n would probably say something. the last thing conrad wants is for belly to know the affect this had on him.

“conrad, you know you can talk to me, right?” she steps closer, wanting to reach out her hand to him but knowing he probably doesn’t want it. he wants belly’s. “anything you say to me won’t get back to her.”

he slightly turns, finally letting his eyes wander up y/n’s body until they meet hers. he’s always found a trust in y/n. she’s been there since they were little kids, but it’s always felt different. there was an innocence to her, she felt like home and he could always run back to her if he needed her. he wouldn’t be able to handle it if he ruined that.

“i’m just so tired, y/n. it’s just one step forward and two steps back. i thought we could finally be over this, but they both just stabbed me in the back. on my car, during my test, in my hoodie. my mom always said belly was destined for me, but it just feels like jere took that.”

y/n can feel the hurt as well as see it on conrad’s face. she’s able to read him so well now that he’s not afraid to open up. she feels like they’ve gotten through a door, a point where they can share secrets and find a safety net in the other. “belly doesn’t deserve you, conrad. she’s not as mature as you, and you can thrive without her, i swear.”

“i’ll be ok, i just need a break from all this shit,” he groans, allowing y/n to finally walk up to him and hold his hand. “i don’t know if we can go back to the way things were after this.”

“i know i can’t change what happened, but i need you to understand that you’re not alone. at this point, you come first to me.” he nods, and y/n can see the sunrise in his face a bit more, but his mind is still covered with darkness. “if you need anything, please call me or come see me, ok?”

“deal,” he cracks a little grin, making y/n smile a bit in return.

“take care of yourself, connie,” she says before opening the front door. she starts the long drive home knowing what’s waiting for her there.

she plants her stuff down on the counter, letting her body relax after the hours behind the wheel. she starts to clean up some of the mess that she left on the counter when she hears squeaky footsteps come down the stairs.

“hey, you’re back already?” belly says, lurking into the kitchen to lean against the frame. y/n doesn’t say anything, she just looks at her and continues to organize everything. “what’s wrong, why do you look like that?”

“honestly, belly, i’m just trying to figure out what to say to you.”

“what do you mean?” belly asks, trying to think about why her older sister could have a reason to be mad at her.

“i stopped at cousins on the way home,” y/n informs her, belly knowing exactly where she left conrad.

“y/n, you can’t be pissed off because of what he told you-“

“no, belly, i have every right to be pissed. i’m pissed for conrad. you left him in the dust and you have no shame about it.”

“it just happened, jeremiah and i. i never wanted to hurt conrad, but im in love!”

“yeah, you were also in love last week with conrad. and the week before with jeremiah. you need to move on from them, bell,” y/n sighs, allowing belly some time to build another response.

“who are you to even say that?”

“because i’ve been there for both of them! i was there for jeremiah when you wanted conrad. i’m there for conrad because you are playing with their hearts like they’re toys. i can tell your hearts not fully in it with jeremiah, but i’m not gonna let you destroy those boys even more.”

“how am i destroying them?”

“belly, wipe that innocence off your face. you’ve managed to rip apart the fisher brothers because you cannot pick which one you like more.”

“but-“

“no, belly! listen to me,” y/n cuts her off before she can try and make anything better. “you couldn’t even contain yourself at susannah’s funeral because you were too worried about conrad. i know we are all grieving, but you are acting like you’re more worried about which brother likes you more. it’s exhausting having to clean up the mess you make over and over again. you’re slowly ruining this bond for me, for steven, for mom! you know i love you more than words, but if you keep playing with their feelings, belly, this family is going to be destroyed.”

“y/n, susannah told me-“

“use susannah as an excuse one more fucking time, belly.” the room goes deadly silent, y/n sick of the excuses and victimized mentality of belly. when steven comes stepping quietly into the room, he ganders softly into the chaotic mess that has formed between his sisters. she swipes her keys back off the table, grabbing an extra bag out of the closet. “i’ll be back.”

“where are you going?” belly says, eyes full of tears from her fear of confrontation. her voice was shaky, and y/n could still feel a sting of guilt in her chest. she hated to build a bigger wall between everyone, but belly had to hear it.

“i’m going to look after conrad, because you failed to do it,” y/n ends their conversation, slamming the front door behind her and moving to the car. she left the house with a terrible tone, but someone else needed her more. belly had jeremiah, taylor, steven, laurel, anyone she wanted. conrad had y/n, and that became enough for him.

[mntalbrakdown]

sober thoughts - C. Fisher

masterlist!

mentions of: underage drinking, cussing, fluff, smut. MDNI. piv, unprotected sex, fingering

synopsis: you were once friends with conrad until summer happened and he just stopped talking to you

wc: 5.7k

“don’t ever forget me” your little twelve-year-old self whispered to Conrad who was a year older than you

“never,” he said playing with your hair as you both lay on the grass watching the fireworks on the fourth of July. your head laying on his chest.

“y/n are you almost ready” Belly yelled at you trying to get you to hurry up for the party you were about to go to with her and Taylor

“yes almost,” you say playing with your hair and making sure each strand is not misbehaving

“chill belly being hot takes time,” Taylor says applying more lip gloss

“anyways y/n how are you and Conrad” Taylor puts away her lip gloss in her purse

“he’s an ass and I don’t even talk to him,” you said

“What did you even do,” Belly asked playing with the ends of her hair

“I don’t know we were really close in Cousins and like two years ago in summer I started to get guys' attention and all of a sudden he got distant,” you said reminiscing the best summer of your whole life you told the girls you pulled 6 boys the whole summer but that came at a cost, losing the one guy you loved

“you had a glow-up,” Taylor says looking at you and holding your hand

“yeah, she did” you see Jeremiah at Belly’s door frame which made you smile. they've been flirting back and forth

“are we ready,” Belly asked and you nodded

you all headed downstairs to see Susannah and Laurel in the kitchen probably stoned and said goodbye to them. when you arrived at the car Belly called shotgun which meant you and Taylor would sit in the back of Jeremiah’s Jeep.

“so y/n you're the driver tonight right” Jeremiah looked at you from the rearview mirror

“when am I not” you scoff looking out the window. it wasn’t a rude remark it was a sarcastic one because you don’t really do any substances. so it was common sense that you would drive

everyone in Cousins lived close to one another so it didn’t take long to hear the loud music and the screams coming from a house. the house was already spilling bright colors on the street making you excited. when Jeremiah finally parked he handed you the keys because one time he held onto them and lost them. it was a whole ordeal, you spent an extra hour at the house trying to find them when he had them in a random coat that was hung up by the front door.

“hey Steven is here” Taylor pointed out to his car seeing that they also just got here.

“who’s that next to him,” Belly asks as you were getting out of the car looking at your phone for any new notifications when you accidentally bump into a tall stature

“oh sorry,” you both say looking at each other

"con what is wrong with you" you yelled at him. it was no use when he was in his own world he stayed there for at least a week. usually, you could get him out, but something was different that summer, you couldn't change him

"leave me alone" Conrad yelled at you, he was running up the stairs and the next thing you heard was his door closed shut. it was hard to miss, it echoed all over the house

"I'm so sorry for him," Susannah said.

the plan that day was to go watch a movie that was playing in the drive-in and then play at the beach with the whole group and watch the tide as you and Conrad listened to the music and possibly help you surf. but all that went down the drain and you didn't even know why.

“conrad” you say looking to meet his gaze.

“Conrad is here, y/n let’s go, no,” Taylor says screaming ready for you to get into the car making him laugh which you missed hearing

“Taylor it’s ok,” you say as she is getting out of the car with a stank face already plastered on

“hi Conrad,” she says moving her way in between the two of you and grabbing your hand to drag you to the party

as you were getting dragged into the party you were greeted by a group of people already by the door and a couple making out at the end of the hall

“hey I'm going to go get a drink” Taylor yells at you trying to get her voice to be heard over the music. you on the other hand were ready to go to the living room just to people watch

the thing was when you were at parties you would straight b-line to the living room because although people liked to conversate, that is the last place they would go. You liked to sit there and try to find other drivers there and you would make friends with them. It was hard to talk to a drunk person because they were boring and slur their words together. Today you saw Cameron, he is always there. You grew to like him like it was hard to anyway. He was so nice and you both had things in common.

"hey" you heard his little smile in his voice

"hi cam," you say receiving a bottle of water he got you

"so who are you here tonight with" cam asked you

"Jeremiah, Taylor, and Belly," you say

"so Conrad is still being weird," cam asked

"yeah," you said a bit disappointed. you told Cam everything because he was there and being sober at a party is pretty boring

"that's weird because he is staring at us," Cam says looking over at him; making you follow his gaze. Conrad had this weird look on his face, his eyes were dark, but it wasn't because of the lighting it was something else. hatred? you brushed it off he isn't your problem, never will be.

"y/n want to play uno" Conrad yelled at you from the bottom of the stairs.

Uno was your favorite game to play at Susannah's house in the summer. It was always perfect. The adults were never there so it would make you feel comfortable with everyone else. It was when you would sit next to Conrad before he was unavailable and you two would team up without everyone knowing. In reality, everyone knew. and you both would win. you would take turns on who would win to make it seem "less" suspicious.

"so" cam says snapping you from your haze

"right duh" you laugh grabbing the mini uno you would always carry it around because it helped you make friends with people

"ooo can we play" Some random girls joined in and you said yes because you had no real reason to say no, plus uno is best played with more than two

"I'll join too," Conrad says gripping his beer rather firmly. he sat next to you on the couch ready to get the cards you shuffled.

when the games began you kept beating everyone. the games were simple, leave the best cards until the very end, unless and only if you ever need them, then go for it.

bzzz bzzz

you quickly checked the notification that came from your phone trying to not miss what was going on in the game.

"who is it" conrad asks his jaw clenching

"no one," you say giving him a weak smile, it was also none of his business because he doesn't care about you anymore

"sure" Conrad says putting a plus four that is directed towards you. so this is how he wanted to play the game? you grabbed the four cards, getting nothing that would help you against him. it was Cam's turn and he put reverse to try to protect you from Conrad

"your little boyfriend is now your new buddy," Conrad questioned under his breath

"not like you give a shit" you retort back

"you are so clueless," Conrad says making you the most confused person at the party. you just continued to play after the game ended you decided you wanted a coke. so you got up and told Cam you would be back for another round

you walked through crowded groups and at one point you saw Belly makeout with Jeremiah. taking note of that to bring up later. You than saw Taylor with another man who looked like three years older than her. When you finally got your coke you opened it taking a sip going back to the couch

"oh fuck" you let out spilling some of the coke onto your white tube top.

"sorry" you hear a familiar voice come out it was Conrad.

"we have to stop doing this or else we might actually get hurt," you say smiling at the way Conrad was trying to get napkins to clean the mess up. It was no use. your shirt was ruined.

"it's the universe trying to get us together" Conrad blurted out "I'm drunk" he tried to fix the situation, but he was never drunk, he was only ever tipsy.

"drunk words are just sober thoughts" you say looking down at your shorts to see if they were dirty.

"can we talk" conrad asks looking down at you

"yeah" you smile at him

he grabbed your hand and led you outside to the front yard where there were only a couple of people out. he saw that the stain on your shirt only got worse so he gave you his button-up shirt that he never lets go of.

"what's up," you say to him

"the stars look beautiful don't they" conrad was looking up

as a kid, you were obsessed with the moon and the stars. you had a friend that was the stars to your moon. you missed her, and you kept in touch but if you could you would bring her to Cousins. you would always talk about her to the others, knowing they would love her as well. You also face-timed her all the time. Conrad would get mad, saying that you were his for the summer and that she has you all year round. that she was selfish

"it's my time," Conrad says to your friend who was on your phone screen

"con give me my phone," you say slapping him and tugging at his hand

"it's summer byeee" he says as he pressed the red button on the phone

"i hate you," you say to him

"in your sweet dreams you do," he says cockily

"Conrad I thought this was going to be more of a serious conversation," you say trying to shake the idea of the summers you once had with the man standing in front of you

"I miss you," he says to you. sober thoughts. it took you aback it wasn't something you expected from him

"that isn't my fault," you say back with an attitude

"i know, i just got jealous" he said to you

"jealous of what con" he could have grabbed you and kissed you on the spot. he missed that name from your mouth. he craved it every day to the point he would replay voice memos you would send to him back when you two would speak

"of other guys," he said looking into your eyes to see if he scared you off, but all he saw was your face brightening up

"you were the only person on my mind con," you said to him grabbing his hand. if this was a dream, never wake him up. "you were the only thing coming out of my mouth when I was at school, all the guys that you saw hit me up are left on seen, I wanted you, I want you, I always have" you say looking at his face finally tug at his lips to form a smile

"good because I don't want to share," he says leaning down ready to kiss you. As he did he wrapped one arm around your waist the other in your hair tugging at it as you were smiling through the kiss and your hands on both his cheeks.

"get a room" Steven yelled at you two, leading Conrad to release the hand that was in your hair and flipping him off. making you laugh while you both kissed.

"let's get out of here," Conrad said to you

"i can't," you said, you had a job

"fuck the others Steven can drive them," he said in a way that he just wanted you to be by his side

"but how will they get home" you try to reason

"Steven has his keys c'mon let's go to my house, please" he kisses the top of your forehead.

"fine, but if they complain that is your fault," you say pointing at him

"that is fine by me," he says carrying you to spin you around

as you two were getting in the Jeep you started to fasten your seatbelt as Conrad did the same. He looked over at you, seeing how you adjusted the mirrors to get all the angles.

"I think this is the first time I see you drive," he says admiring you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear

"get used to it con," you say looking at him, melting at his touch

"Oh I will" he whispered

you started the car, you hated driving the Jeep it was so big and excessive. But desperate times call for desperate measures. You played some music in the car for the six-minute car ride. you could feel Conrad's eyes on you the whole time, seeing how you turned and how you checked the mirrors.

as you arrive at their house you park the car and let him get out, you were collecting your things in the car to get out when Conrad opens the door for you.

"thank you" you smile, he closes the door behind you and you lock the car. he holds your hand as he heads over to the front door to open it

"hi conrad" you hear Susannah

"hi y/n nice seeing you two together again," Laurel says from the couch

"glad to be back" you smile at the two adults

"oh you are so beautiful, we missed you," Susannah said

"thank you I missed you too" you smile and let go of Conrad's hand to hug her. She was always so sweet to you

"Mom, she's mine back off, we're going to my room" Conrad says taking your hand again

"bye talk to you guys later" you scream as Conrad is dragging you upstairs

once you got upstairs you see Conrad's door. he opened it with his free hand and led you in. It was still the same. the beach aesthetic and the colors. He had the plush you gave him. it was an orange cat with a pink collar, you named it Lasnaga and you had an orange cat with a blue collar named Garfield. it was funnier when you actually named them.

"oh ignore that" he said looking at the cat

"you still have it" you question, a smile forming on your face

"yeah" it looked like he slept with it and he even still had the perfume you gifted him it was now half empty

"I miss you" you heard from the other line of your phone

"I miss you too," you say back, it was almost Christmas and it was a time when you wished you could go to Cousins, but your mom would say no. "I got you a Christmas present," you say smiling through the camera lens

"yeah, I got it, thank you" One of the gifts was a perfume bottle, it smelled like vanilla and it was your go-to scent "Thank you" Conrad says

"I don't use that scent anymore," you say picking it up

"what" Conrad looked defeated, he was spraying that scent to remember you and you switched scents. he felt betrayed

"I'll get you a new one for Christmas" You smile at him grabbing his hands which made his smile come back

"y/n" he grabbed your attention using his pointer finger to make you look at him

"yes con" one moment you were just staring at his eyes the next thing you knew Conrad was leaning in to kiss you. this kiss was more meaningful as if to pick up from lost time, from the time that was wasted on jealousy and insecurity, because even though it wasn't official that you were Conrad's, you both knew you were meant for one another

Conrad's hands went back to their respective place, one in your hair and the other around your waist. yours were on his cheek and the other in his hair.

"fuck I missed you," he says catching his breath from the kiss

conrad went back but deepened the kiss, it was something that made you happy. You kept smiling through the kiss. you couldn't believe this was happening. Conrad pulled at your hair to make you moan so he could slip his tongue in and fight for dominance, he obviously won; you were still smiling throughout the make out because you couldn’t believe what was happening. Conrad guided you to his bed, he sat on the corner making you straddle his lap.

"are you ok with this," Conrad asked pulling away from the kiss, you could see some of your lipstick on his mouth

"yes, god fuck yes Conrad," you say giggling at the way his face quickly erased his worriedness to pure excitement

Conrad continued his attack, but this time it was on your neck, making sure it would show to others that you were his, that even though people haven't seen you both together for almost two years, you guys are better than ever. Conrad tugged and took off the button-down that he gave you and the dirty tube top. You weren't wearing a bra underneath, and Conrad couldn't be more excited

Conrad carried you off the bed for a second and laid you down on his bed. your hair was perfectly sprawled on the pillow as if it made a halo. Conrad could’ve sworn he saw a little heart that was made from your hair. as you waited for Conrad to take his shirt you got the cat to play around with.

"you're so beautiful," Conrad says going down to kiss you

when he pulls away he takes off your shorts and shoes followed by your socks making you giggle at his fast antics. you were wearing a lace thong that was pink making Conrad smile.

"what's going on in that pretty head of yours,” you say reaching for Conrad's face as he melts into your touch, practically purring.

"you, you're all I think about" Conrad says smiling at you his hand traveling down to your thighs removing your panties too, and then he feels how wet you already are. he licked his two fingers as a lubricant and started to finger you. he slipped two fingers in seeing how tight you were and kept pacing in and out. you followed his fingers as they disappeared and reappeared. sucking on your bottom lip to not draw attention to his room. he looked at your face seeing how it contoured to the way the rhythm, then added more stimulation by massaging your clit.

"fuck Conrad, so good," you say almost screaming as you scratch his back with your nails

"shhh, look at me" Conrad says covering your mouth, but he loved the way your eyes looked at him "Sound so pretty but they can't hear you or the fun is over," he says leaning in to kiss you to muffle your screams.

Conrad soon leaves your mouth to go to your tits to suck on as you grab his hair for extra support. you tugged once and heard a yelp, making you want to fuck him already

he continued with his action. adding fingers as he goes. As he did you gasped, you kept your nails on his back almost drawing blood. conrad was circling your clit with his other hand to speed the process up. he needed you.

“god you’re so tight” he says looking at you with lust filled eyes

Conrad added a third finger as he saw you were about to release and reattached his lips onto yours wanting the fun to continue. he saw the way your body arched off the bed and made sure to continue the pace you were on. to make you orgasm

“look so pretty, come for me” he said spurring you on

“fuck conny” you say pulling at his hair to kiss you and something inside you snapped when he kissed you. you were leaking off his finger. when he looked down in between the two of you he saw the mess grabbing some of your liquid and putting it in your mouth

“fuck so hot” he said going in to kiss you tasting you as well

“my turn” you say with your fucked up makeup and some of your cum on the side of your mouth

“no i just really need you right now” conrad says taking his pants and underwear off as well as everything else.

“i want to be on top” you say to him biting the bottom of your lip

“whatever you want pretty girl” he says grabbing you and putting you on top of him

once you were on top of him you saw how big he was. you grabbed his member massaged him than started to glide him into your heat seeing how he threw his head back in pure pleasure

“stop teasing” he said grabbing onto your wrists and leading his length to your heat

“fuck fisher” you said mad he took all the fun out

“i’m trying to” he retorted making you laugh but that made you sink into him and turned into a loud pornagraphic moan making Conrad startled soon hearing footsteps leading to the door and a knock

“conny is everything ok” you could hear Susannah but this made the experience even better you fucked him up and down side to side to try to make it hard for him to answer his mom

“y-yeah everything is good there’s a porn scene on the horror movie we were watching- fuck” he said yelling to his mom

“oh ok” she says retreating backstairs

“you’re so dead” conrad said to you, but he never meant it. you looked so beautiful riding him as your boobs bounced up and down and saw how your hair was messily parted to the side and fell beautifully over your body. he knew you knew you looked great by the way you bit the bottom of your lip

“god you’re so big” you say looking down at him. putting your hand on his chest for extra support

he couldn’t help admire you. how your tits would go up and down and he had to massage them with his hand. the other was on your waist wanting you to go faster, but he just made your body lay against his as he took your lips with his teeth. his hand that was once on your tits went to your hair and tugged on it earning a low moan from you. the other traced his name on your back adding tickles to make you moan and hopefully come close. once he noticed your body become sloppy he held onto your waist and switched positions with him

“holy fuck that was hot” you said out loud to him

“only for you” he says leaning into your neck to suck on your sweet spot making you moan even more

he saw the way your hair fell back on his pillow. the image he once had of you will forever be tainted by this memory. the memory of him fucking you into oblivion. how his penis would go in and out of you seeing his length covered in white paint from the two of you

he didn’t know that you liked the way his hair fell from his forehead and floated in the air as he fucked you. how his arms would be veiny and how you followed them like a dog to bacon. that every time he wanted to show you something you just looked at his hands.

“fuck me harder” you said to Conrad as you dragged his face to yours to go in for a kiss. he took his free hand and started to massage your clit wanting you to come already.

“come for me again, want to see you come on my dick” he said so close to your face that his hair tickled you, his breath as well. “need you to come for me” his blue eyes following yours and how they were sparkling from pure euphoria

with one last thrust you came for him. his lips covering your mouth and when you were done moaning. his mouth was on your chin ready for another hickey. he nibbled at it. when his thrusts started to become sloppy you started to nibble at his ear. moaning in it to spur him on and saying sweet nothings like “god you’re so big” “taking me so good” “fuck me just like that”

“im yours conny, only yours” was the one that made him shoot his load into you

“oh fuck i’m so sorry” he said as he still kept thrusting into you coming down from his high

“don’t worry about it i’m on the pill” you say looking at his fucked out face and tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear

he leaned in to kiss you deepening the kiss he felt the cum that was leaking outside the two of you. when he was ready to let go you bit the bottom of his lip to see what he would do

“god you’re all i need” Conrad said going back to kiss you. when you both got out of breathe he went into his bathroom to get a cloth to clean you up

“you look beautiful from this angle” Conrad looked at you wanting to take a picture of the way your legs were open for him as the liquid oozed out of you

“get used to it” you said to him as he cleaned you up. he smiled at the thought that this wasn’t a one time thing

“oh i will” he says going to your face and peppering your face with kisses all over

he went over to a drawer he had always designated to you. it had some clothes that you left there when you would stay over. he handed you some shorts you always wore when you were here that did nothing but show your ass, but they were cute; they were white with pink polka dots and tossed you a shirt that was Conrad’s but you always used to use it because it was baggy and had your home state with it.

“i don’t want to wear that shirt today” you said

“what why” Conrad asked puzzled he didn’t do anything to that shirt

“you wear it, not in the mood to wear a shirt” you say to him mischievously. he took the hint as he was putting on some shorts and was ready to go under the covers of his bed making you follow behind

“than neither am i” he said kissing your forehead “some makeup wipes are on the nightstand by the way” he says pointing at the drawer next to you

“thank you” you say taking one and wiping your face off when you were done you threw it away in the trash can that was next to you

“so you never forgot me did you” you asked as you were going to cuddle his chest

“no never” he said looking down at you as he was turning the tv on to watch superbad one of your favorites

“and you never forgot about my things did you” you say giddily seeing what he was doing

“nope, i watched this every time i missed you” he said it as a matter of fact

“kiss me” you say out loud. and he did he leaned down to kiss you as you waited for the movie to load in. he was so delicate this time as if what he did was not him and someone else. that he would always be delicate with you

“you’re all i ever wanted” he said whispering it into you making you smile as the movie played.

you both laughed at the scenes. this movie has seen it all: your childhood, Conrad being by himself without you , and the two of you after you fucked each other. when another funny scene happened and you didn’t laugh Conrad looked down to see you asleep in his arms. your boobs were pressed against his chest and he decided it was time for him to go to sleep as well.

in the morning it was Conrad who woke up first from the rays of the sun. he then saw his clock and saw that it was only 9 am. he decided to just look at you sleep. how you would breathe and how you looked in his arms. the little smile on your face as your dream progressed. god he wished that was him making you smile. Conrad reached for his phone to take a picture of you. knowing this would be a perfect wallpaper. the way the hickeys he left on you were now visible. how you had no makeup but your hair was still as perfect as it was last night and this time noticing the locket necklace he got you from when you were kids on your thirteenth birthday

“thank you Conrad” you say hugging him once you finished opening the box that held the necklace. it was a picture of the two of you from when you were younger when you were both about seven and six.

“you’re welcome. you were practically begging for one all year” he said glad you liked his gift and ever since than you never took it off

he was infatuated with you.

“i’ll never forget you” Conrad whispered into your hair kissing the top of your head

“hey” you say in a raspy voice

“morning” he said back with a big grin on his face

“smells good” you could smell the muffins from downstairs. making Conrad laugh. he looked at you for about thirty minutes admiring you and the first thing you think about is food? “you look pretty con” you said kissing his lips. his hair was messy and his eyes were brighter today. he looked happy.

“so do you” he said smiling at you. if only you knew.

“what time is it” you ask finally rubbing your eyes. when you were done Conrad gave you his phone to look at the clock but the first thing you saw was you. the photo he took this morning. “con did you take this right now” you asked looking into his eyes

“yes do you like it” he asked looking to see if you were mad but he only saw a smile form on your face

“it’s cute i need one now too” you say trying to let go of his grip to get up and get a muffin

“no stay” he says grumpy

“i need one of those muffins, i’ll come back” you say prying at his hands

“fine i’ll race you” he says getting up and trying to find a shirt as you do the same when you did. you ran out the door fighting Conrad downstairs almost falling like ten times.

“woah” you here from downstairs

“i thought we were going to go into war right now” Jeremiah joked

“shut up” Conrad said hitting Jeremiah’s chest

“oh hey y/n didn’t know you were still here” Laurel said

“yeah I accidentally fell asleep to superbad” you say which wasn’t a lie. it was hard to lie to Laurel she could smell bullshit from a mile away.

“wait what happened between you guys” Taylor asked looking at your neck making you hide your hickeys with your hair

“nothing, we just made up” you said looking at her and the last muffin

“more like made out” Belly added which made you send her a death stare which caused you to lose the muffin to Conrad

“fuck you” you whisper to him

“oh but you already did” he said with the most shit eating grin you’ve ever seen as he eats the muffin. when you hit his stomach he hands over the muffin with a loud groan

“thank you” you say kissing him

“eww get a room” Jeremiah said

“we just came out of one” Conrad said as quick as the speed of light making you look at him with wide eyes

“I missed this” Susannah said “y’know ever since you left y/n he has never been this chipper”

“is that so” you say looking at Conrad all this time you thought he was fine especially with all the girls he dated

“so true” Steven added

“we missed you” Belly said. she meant it in the way you could finally be in the same room as all of them without having to walk on eggshells “also Cam told me to give you this” it was your uno cards from the other night

“thank you” you smile at her

“give me another bite” Conrad said as he wraps his arms around your waist and you practically feed him “thank you” he said which followed by an mhm coming from your mouth

“want to go to the beach later” you asked looking up at him to see if he would agree or not

“sure” he replied. making you already excited and smiling back at the muffin before taking a bite and feeding another piece to Conrad

“can we go at night” he questioned

“and skinny dip” you whispered for only him to hear which made him already look forward to see the moon.

“this is seriously cute” Taylor says to Belly who nods

“i love you” Conrad said to you kissing the top of your head as he saw how everyone was so welcoming of the new couple

“i love you more” you say looking up at him which made him kiss you

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a/n: part two..??

[riickgrimes]

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY (2022- ) STEVEN CONKLIN & TAYLOR JEWEL 2.04 - "Love Game"

[conradfiisher]

The Summer I Turned Pretty Season 3 - First Look

[heavcnslyre]

— jeremiah fisher x reader

series masterlist

(message me to join the taglist!)

“as soon as jeremiah fisher comes around, you lose sight of everything — and everyone — around you.”

12-17-24 UPDATE! MOVED TO WATTPAD

https://www.wattpad.com/story/386683335?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=superncvas

notes: ( does not follow complete canon timeline / storyline, written for a female reader, no major warnings apply other than swearing, playlist depicted in each chapter title—this is super taylor swift coded, just like the show )

chapter one, “gorgeous”

chapter two, “cruel summer”

chapter three, “lover, you should’ve come over”

chapter four, “out of the woods”

chapter five, “it’s time to go”

chapter six, “this is me trying”

chapter seven, “afterglow”

chapter eight, “all of the girls you loved before” COMING SOON

chapter nine, “soon you’ll get better” COMING SOON

( more chapters to be added )

status: unedited

[girlkisser13]

dating steven conklin would include

• steven is the boyfriend who is FULL of surprises, yet he’s predictably unpredictable. you can always sense when he's about to pull a stunt, but the exact nature of his antics remain a mystery.

• he'll go to great lengths to impress you, even if it means looking utterly ridiculous.

• steven insists on walking on the side of the sidewalk closest to the road. if you end up on that side, he will grab your hand and pull you next to him that way he's next to the road instead.

• WHEN HE KNOWS THE SIDEWALK RULE>>>

• as belly’s older brother, steven is inherently protective. you've witnessed his overprotectiveness with her and thought it couldn’t intensify, but you were mistaken.

• during conversations, if he disagrees with something you say, he will playfully shove you away with a full-on palm-over-the-face gesture to cut you off.

• steven is EXTREMELY competitive. his competitive nature will inevitably get on your nerves, but he likes to claim that it’s all a part of his charm.

• dating steven means becoming instant best friends with belly. she’s a sweetheart who treats you like family and includes you in all the conklin family activities.

• the two of you actually have regular hangouts without steven (he claims that he hates this, but he’s secretly happy that you get along with his sister so well).

• steven has a unique way of pulling you into his hugs— always by your shoulders first. his hugs are incredibly strong, often knocking the wind out of you, which never fails to make him laugh.

• in public, steven tends to treat you more like a friend, maintaining a platonic demeanor in front of others, but he's extra affectionate when you're alone together.

• friends in public, lovers in private >>>

• this man ADORES spoiling you and has an uncanny ability to pick up on even the subtlest hints, often surprising you with exactly what you wanted the next day. he deeply appreciates any thoughtful gesture, even if it’s just a bottle of his favorite drink (that’s half empty).

• steven has an insane habit of giving you nicknames that range from variations of your name to obscure inside jokes that only the two of you understand. it doesn’t matter if the nickname is embarrassing; he’ll use it freely in front of everyone, so be prepared.

• he will 100% call you pookie.

• while he's not the jealous type and is generally pretty secure with himself and your relationship, he can get overly involved if he suspects someone might be flirting with you.

• he’ll insert himself into the conversation, even if it’s clear he’s not welcome, and he might even go as far as to wrap his arm around the person and loudly declare how the two of you should be "best friends" because he "feels a connection." his over-the-top friendliness often makes the other person uncomfortable enough to leave.

• steven LIVES for making you laugh, even when you don’t want to (especially during arguments). his humor is his way of diffusing the tension, though he will eventually get serious to address the issue.

• when steven kisses you, he always takes the lead. he'll gently hold your face, guiding you to match his pace, and often hooks his thumb and forefinger around the shell of your ear, brushing past your hair to get as close as possible. <33

[ist4rgirlo]

─── 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐜𝐟 : 𝐈

Summary: Being Belly & Steven’s older sibling has it’s pros and cons. Protecting them and taking care of them is a must, but do you really have to put their feelings first instead of your own?

Next | Conrad Fisher x fem!reader | My blog

Warning: comparing, angst, conrad being a two timer (?), fluff, physical touch. (lmk if i missed anything!)

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I never thought that I would have this talk with Conrad. I didn’t except for any of these to happen, we were all just trying to have fun, but I realized that we’re all grown ups now, we’re not the same kids as we were back then and that’s what i hated.

“Connie? is that you?” I asked, feeling Conrad’s presence.

Conrad entered the kitchen with a gentle smile, walking towards the fridge to get a drink. “Hey, what’s up?” he turned to me — tilting his head a little bit, still smiling.

“Oh I just wanted to talk” I told him, not looking at him in the eyes.

“Oh okay, what are we gonna talk about?” Conrad walked towards me and sat beside me — pulling his seat closer to mine.

I turned to my side so I can talk to him clearly, “It’s about us, about you and Belly” I looked at him, his gentle smile now faltering, his brows started to furrow. The room now filled with silence and the only thing I can hear was my own heart beating fast.

“What about me and Belly?” Conrad looked into my eyes trying to search for something — trying to see what I really meant.

“You… you know you need to make up your mind soon, right Conrad?” I looked down at my fingers and started to play with my rings, I didn’t want to look at him, I couldn’t look at him.

“Make up my mind about what? you are confusing me Y/N” Conrad pulled me closer to him.

Conrad knew what I was talking about, he just didn’t want to talk about it or acknowledge it because he never wanted this to happen, he never wanted to like both of his bestfriends.

“I know that you are starting to like Belly” I backed away from him — not wanting to hurt myself more.

“What are you talking about? I am close with Belly but..” Conrad was trying to find words, he knew he can’t deny it because it was true, he can’t lie to to me, he know’s he can’t.

I looked at him and took his hand as a sign of reassurance “You don’t have to lie to me you know?” it’ll just hurt me more if he did, he knows it would.

Conrad looked into my eyes — his brows still furrowed — he swallowed hard and said “I do.. I do like Belly, but I like you too”.

I closed my eyes “You have to choose Conrad, please” I stood up and started to walk towards the window.

Conrad started walking towards me, trying to reach for my hand, “I don’t want to choose, please don’t make me choose. I can’t lose either of you, Y/N”

“You know you won’t lose me, Conrad. Belly’s my sister, I don’t want to hurt her, so please choose.” part of me hoping that he would choose me, but I know that he knew what I was implying. He knew that i’d want him to choose Belly instead.

It was always him and Belly, not me and him. at least that’s what mom said, she always liked Belly and Conrad together, but Susannah thought otherwise. Susannah knew what we had ever since we were little, she always liked me and Conrad together.

“I will think about it, okay?” Conrad said.

I nodded and walked away before I felt my tears fall down my face.

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It was the night after me and Conrad talked. I was laying down when Jeremiah knocked on my door and asked me if he can come in.

“Hey Y/N, can I come in?”

“Come in, Jere” I sat up to give him space to sit on.

“Hey pretty girl. You seem down, are you okay?” Jeremiah sat down in front of me and asked me with a gentle smile.

I smiled at him “I guess? i dont really know. there’s just a lot of things going on and it’s just exhausting for me” I plopped down and laid on my back.

“Well do you want to talk about it? yk i’ll listen” Jeremiah pushed me to the side gently so that he can lay down beside me.

Jeremiah and I have this special bond that Laurel and Susannah loves. We are each other’s rock, each other’s bestfriend. We are there for each other when no one else is.

I sighed, “I gues it’s just hard for me. there’s just a lot of things happening, Susannah getting sick, me having to choose what I want for college and now this Conrad thing”

“Oh what about Conrad huh?” he said teasingly — nudging me with his elbow.

“It’s not like that, Jere” I wish it was. I sure did wish it was like that.

“Well then what about it?” his gentle smile now faltering, he turned to his side facing me.

“Me and Conrad talked, I told him to choose between me and Belly” now it was was me turning to my side to face him.

“What? why? why would you do that?” Jeremiah sat up confused and raising his voice a little, causing me to sit up too.

I took a deep breath, “Conrad’s starting to like Belly”.

“What do you mean? he likes you Y/N, it’s so obvious that he does” he said frowning.

That’s true, i know that’s true “Well who can’t not fall inlove with Belly, she’s amazing Jere.” and that’s true as well

“Well, what are you going to do now?” Jeremiah’s voice laced with worry, he knew I was hurting, god he knows all of the emotions I am feeling right now.

“She’s my sister, Jere. I’d be way happier if Conrad chose her.”

“She’s very important to me, I am supposed to protect her not hurt her”

“But you are hurting too Y/N” Jeremiah said concerned.

“I know but i’ll get over it, as long as she is happy, as long as my siblings are happy, i’ll get over it. Even if it takes me to let go of that someone for my sister.” and that someone is Conrad.

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Me and Jeremiah talked all night long, not knowing that Conrad was outside the door listening to us the whole time.

[kiekiecarrera]

the summer i turned pretty (2022 - )

[raven-dor]

guess i'm a bad liar

in which steven conklin cannot keep a secret to save his life…

PAIRING: steven conklin x fem!reader, steven conklin x fisher!reader, conrad fisher x sister!reader, jeremiah fisher x sister!reader

WARNINGS: sneaking around, lying, angst, arguing, break-up?, angst again, fluff ending

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

🎶 : bad liar - selena gomez

AN: steven and shayla were never a thing and it very loosely follows the plot of the show… sorry guys it just works for the plot of this fic!!

“They’re here!” 

Rolling off your bed and sprinting downstairs, you shoved past your younger brother to open the door. “Relax, you almost ran me over.” Jeremiah teased. 

Conrad nudged his sister’s side. “You missed Steven that much, huh?” 

You looked over at your older brother like he’d just betrayed you, heart in the pit of your stomach. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He looked away, and you muttered, trying to hit a nerve. “Miss Belly much?” 

“What was that?” Success. 

“Fisher!” All three of the siblings looked over, smiling when Belly ran over, racing into your arms. “Bells! I missed you.” Hugging her tightly, you admired her long auburn hair. “You’re absolutely glowing.” 

Belly smiled, smacking your arm lightly. “Thank you.” 

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Trouble.” 

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, turning around to face the eldest Conklin. “Steven. What have I told you about that nickname?” 

He shrugged, hugging you quickly. “Don’t remember.” 

“Try to use what remaining brain cells you have and remember.” You scoffed, shoving him away. Yelling over your shoulder as you walked back toward the house, your voice held just a hint of mischief. “And take a shower. You stink.” 

The air was salty, most likely because the of the wind combining with the crashing waves. You sighed, laying back on your bed and staring at the ceiling. Nights like this, quiet and peaceful, made this house perfect. Made summer perfect.

“Trouble?” 

Your heart raced, and you jumped up, fixing your hair in the mirror before unlocking the door, Steven waiting patiently on the other side. Grabbing his wrist, you pulled him in, clicking the lock back into place. “What are you doing here? It’s late.” 

He nodded. “I know it’s late. But-” He walked over, an arm snaking around your waist. “I had to see you.” 

You grinned, feeling at ease in his hold. “Oh really?” 

“Don’t go getting a big head about it.” He leaned down, your lips inches away. “You’ve been ignoring my texts.” 

“Not true.” You laughed. “It’s been like five hours, Steven.” 

“It feels like forever.” He whined, nudging his nose against yours. “Have you been bored without me?” 

You shook your head. “Perfectly content, actually.” 

“Ha ha.” He did not look amused. “I know you missed me.” 

“Don’t go getting a big head about-” He pulled you closer, gasping from the proximity before you could think. 

He smirked, shaking his head. “Can you just let me kiss you?” 

“Steven-” His lips collided against yours, and your eyes fluttered shut, arms wrapping around his neck. He smiled into the kiss, walking until your back was against the door. You pulled away, whispering against his lips. “We have to be quiet.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

The sun was beating down on the beach house, not that any of you minded. It was welcomed, in fact, especially by you and Belly. Tanning was vital, with a super sweet Kool-Aid and magazines in hand. Not that either of you truly read the magazines; they were there to make you feel better about your ‘lazy’ nature. The boys opted to splash around in the pool, haphazardly causing (what felt like) gallons and gallons of water to land on them. 

You’d yelped when the first splash hit you, your eyes shooting open, glaring at your brother. “Jeremiah!”

“What?” 

“Stop it!” 

“Why?” The blonde whined, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes. “You used to be fun.” 

“I still am.” You rolled your eyes. “Would you like it if I splashed water on you while you were trying to relax?” 

He scoffed. “Whatever.” 

You sat back, and for about thirty minutes, there was peace. Then he struck again. You screamed, standing up and walking to the edge of the pool. “That’s it!” 

Steven winced, shaking his head at Jeremiah. “That’s not good, man.”

“What did I-” He turned around, eyes widening in fear as he came face to face with you glaring daggers at him. “Shit.” Swimming to the edge, he smiled as brightly as he could. “Hello, dearest sister of mine.” You kicked near his face, and he gasped. “You just kicked me.” 

“Annoying, right?” You crossed your arms and jutted your hip, forcing yourself to ignore Steven’s eyes bearing into your soul. “Splash water near me and Bells again, and I’ll make your life a living hell.” Jeremiah just sulked, playing with a rock that was near the border. You cleared your throat, tapping your foot while you waited for an answer. “Hello? Are we clear?” 

“You’re overreacting.” Steven winced, but Jeremiah continued. “It’s just water. You used to love swimming.” 

Conrad laughed, calling out, trying to offer his brother some advice. “Never tell a woman she’s overreacting, Jere.” Jeremiah, you were sure, was not listening. 

“Jere…” You were practically seething. “Why are you being such a little shi-” 

Steven swam over, whispering in Jeremiah’s ear. Whatever he said had worked because Jere nodded, looking up and apologizing as if he hadn’t been causing you trouble for five minutes now. “Fine. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” 

“Thank you.” Jere nodded, swimming away, and you smiled gratefully at Steven, mouthing the say thing you had said to your brother. The boy simply nodded, smiling kindly and returning to whatever game they’d been playing before. 

Conrad laughed, watching from across the pool. You weren’t subtle with your feelings in the slightest. He liked to think that he was more insightful than others, but maybe it also had something to do with you two always finding each other in a crowded room, locking eyes and giggling like you had your own little secret that no one else knew. Just you two. 

“Steven!” You giggled, his head in the crook of your neck. “You’re going to kill me.” 

“Well, we can’t have that.” He whispered, kissing what felt like every inch of skin from your neck to your lips. “I can’t love a dead person; that’s odd and unethical.” 

You gasped, shoving his chest half-heartedly. “Just kiss me, Conklin.” 

“So pushy.” He shook his head, pulling away. “I’m not an object, y’know.” 

“Oh, trust me. I know.” You leaned back in, but he shook his head, hiding his lips from you behind his hand. You raised an eyebrow, shaking your head at his antics. “Are you done?” 

He shook his head once more, sitting crisscross at the foot of your bed, right beside your stuffed starfish you’d had since you were seven. “No. Another thing is that-” You ignored him, sitting up and practically crawling across the bed toward him. When that hadn’t gotten his attention, you’d opted to straddle his lap, playing with his hair until he relented. He sighed, gently pulling your hands out of his hair and holding them in his. “Are you listening?” 

“Hanging on to every precious word.” 

He laughed. “Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You smiled to yourself, getting lost in his gaze. His eyes were mesmerizing, the way his whole personality fit inside them. 

“Tell me what I said then, Trouble.” 

“I-” You batted your eyelashes, jutting a lip out ever so slightly. “I was distracted.” 

“Distracted? From what? Admiring my beauty?” He questioned. “Don’t worry, it’s a common issue.” 

“Common?” You raised an eyebrow, enjoying him squirming beneath your ‘harsh’ gaze. “Do you have a lot of girls admiring your beauty?” 

“Not common! I meant more like-” You began to peel yourself away from him, and he panicked, pulling her down, their lips inches apart. “I’m sorry, don’t leave.” 

“I was teasing you.” You whispered, your fingers playing with the hair that laid at the nape of his neck. “And you’re right.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah. I don’t blame those girls. You are beautiful.” Your lips gently pressed against his. “So beautiful. Unfortunately, you’re mine.” 

He nodded. “Damn right. Now come here.” His left arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you as close as he possibly could while the other caressed your cheek. “You’re the only one for me.” 

You nodded, nudging his nose with yours. “Don’t get sappy on me.” 

He shook his head, smiling. “Just- Just let me say this. You- you’re kind and funny and witty. I would never- I mean ever- talk to other girls. Not when I have THE Fisher Princess in my arms.” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “I bet you say that to all the girls.” 

“Just you.” He whispered. “You know that day on the beach?” You nodded; of course, you remembered. “Do you remember all the things I said?” You nodded once more, and he nodded along with you. “I love you. I hope you know I meant that.” He laughed, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. “I don’t say that often; cherish it.” 

“Oh, what a gift.” You teased. “The Steven Conklin loves me.” 

“You’re trouble.” He smirked. “Lucky for you, I live for trouble.” Your heart felt full, seeing the pure sincerity in his face, hearing it in his tone. “You’re perfect, you know that, right?” 

“Just stop talking.” She whined. “Stop talking and kiss me.” 

“I can do that.” He agreed, grinning boyishly as he leaned in. “I can totally do-” 

“What the actual fuck?” You stopped, perfectly still, as another voice broke through their little paradise. Turning your heads toward the new presence, your smile, your butterflies, all the adrenaline you’d had dropped dead at the sight of Jeremiah’s normally jovial face staring at you like you’d grown three heads. “What the fuck is going on?” 

“Jere...” Steven hesitantly spoke. “Just-” 

“Why is my sister on your lap, Conklin?” Jeremiah looked positively livid, his face red.

“Let me explain.” 

Jeremiah scoffed. “Explain? What- is this like-” His face contorted, horror setting in. “How long?” 

“It was so sudden at first-” 

“How long?” 

“What’s going on?”

You groaned, dropping your face into the crook of Steven’s neck. Anytime you touched your boyfriend, Jeremiah’s anger increased tenfold. Now, not only was your outrageously (dramatic) younger brother here, your older brother was in the room, deciding to grace you with his presence. 

“Hello?” Conrad’s slightly annoyed voice rang through the otherwise quiet room once again. “Someone better start talking.” 

Jeremiah nodded. “You’re lucky my sister’s on your lap, Conklin, or I’d-”

You lifted your head, glaring at your brother. “Don’t you dare threaten him to beat him up, Jeremiah.” 

“He’s- you’re-” Your younger brother couldn’t form a coherent sentence. “You’re defending him?”

“I am! It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Yes, it is!” 

“Jeremiah, I love him.”  

Steven smiled to himself before remembering where they were. “I’m sorry, guys. I really am.” 

Conrad shrugged. “I mean, I wish you would have told us.” You held your breath as he spoke again. “If you’re happy though, really happy, then I’m happy.” 

Jeremiah shook his head. “What? No!” 

You pulled yourself out of Steven’s lap, placing a hesitant hand on Jeremiah’s arm. “Jere, it wasn’t planned. We both happened to be here, and one thing led to another, and we didn’t want to tell anyone. Not at first, anyway. Just to be safe.” 

He stayed deathly silent, grunting out the same question. “How long?” 

“About five months.” Steven butt in, staring at the ground when Jeremiah began to stare him down yet again. “Give or take.” 

“Five months, and you just neglected to tell anyone?” Jeremiah scoffed. “Have you told Mom? Or Dad?” 

“Why would I tell Dad?” You crossed your arms. “It’s not like he cares.”

“He cares! He would want to know!” Jeremiah yelled. “And Mom?” 

“Mom would be thrilled.” You began to stop feeling bad. Now you were honestly pissed that he wasn’t happy for you. Sure, you understood that lying to him was horrible, but it’s not as if you’d committed a heinous crime. “And you know it.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yes.” 

“If you’re so sure…” He smirked, challenging you. “Then go tell her.” 

“Jeremiah.” You frowned, tears begging to fall. You hadn’t even realized they’d begun to form. “Can you please just be happy for me?” 

“I-” He looked like a fish beached on the shore, mouth opening a closing constantly, nothing coming out. “I-” 

You rolled your eyes, not bothering to wait for his answer. Grabbing Steven’s hand, you intertwined your fingers with his, racing down the stairs and out of the house, jumping in your car. 

“Where are we going?” 

“Anywhere.” You sniffled, tears slowly falling. “Anywhere but here.” 

The boardwalk was quiet, hours past it’s scheduled closing. The lights were dim, barely illuminating the deck below you. You were pacing, ranting about your brother while Steven stayed perfectly silent. “It’s not fair! It’s just not.” 

“I mean…” You stopped, your hands on your hips. “If Jere’s so upset, we must have really hurt him.” Steven frowned, staring at his hands. “I feel bad for lying.” 

“Jeremiah has been a drama queen since we were kids.” You scoffed. “He’ll get over it.” 

“Maybe,” Steven shrugged. “But he’s my best friend.” 

Your heart dropped, picking up what Steven wasn’t saying, but thinking. “He’s my brother. And I love him, but I- I love you too. I won’t give you up because he’s upset.” 

“Well…” Steven sighed. “Maybe we should just take it slower or-” 

“Take it slower?” You crossed your arms, disbelief etched on your features. “Were you not saying mere minutes ago that you would never let me go?” 

“I meant it, I really did.” He stood up, arms reaching out to hold her. “But if we’re upsetting him, maybe we should try and-” 

“NO!” You shook your head, backing away from him. “No, I am not slowing down because my little brother feels left out.” 

Steven frowned. “Trouble, can you please just consider it?” 

“No.” You felt tears forming. “You shouldn’t even be considering this. You love me, right?” 

“You know I do.” 

“Then just stay- stay with me. Like this. Jeremiah will get over it, he’ll be happy for us.” She smiled, trying to convince him, but his eyes- he was fading, her tears began to fall. “Stay with me, please.” 

“I want to stay with you.” His voice was soft, softer than it had ever been. “I don’t want to break up, but-” 

“Steven.” Your voice, in contrast, was harsh, cold, and unnerving. “Either you stay with me, or we’re done. I am not negotiating with a- a-” You squeezed your eyes shut, hissing. “A terrorist!” 

“Trouble, don’t say that.” 

“You know what I mean!” You yelled, your arms flailing. Walking to the railing, you looked out, trying to focus on not sobbing in front of Steven. 

“I love you,” Steven whispered, standing next to you, arms pressed together.

“I love you too.” You let your head fall onto his arm. “I won’t take it slower, Steven. I won’t.” 

“Trouble…” His voice was heavy, you could have sworn he was about to cry, too. Looking up, you frowned when you discovered you’d been right. “Can you just try?” 

“No.” You backed away. “And if this is what you want, then- then we’re done.” You swear your heart broke in two.

Steven’s shoulders dropped. “Don’t say that.” 

“I mean it, Steven.” You were fully sobbing at this point. “I won’t be reduced to a mere hookup because of my brother. Either be my boyfriend, or we’re done.” 

“Baby…” 

You held yourself tightly, nodding. “Fine.” You turned around, your pace brisk as you passed the car. Steven yelled after you, most definitely crying. “Where are you going?” 

“Home, you asshole!” You screamed. “I won’t get in that- that stupid car with you.” 

“C’mon. Don’t let it end this way!” 

You whipped around, eyes wild with rage, with betrayal. “ME? You didn’t even fight! You let Jeremiah make you feel bad, and you just stood there.” You muttered, turning back around. “You’re pathetic.” 

“Stop it. You’re being mean.”

“Well, you broke my heart.” You hissed, feeling the urge to run but not having the energy to do so. “Where does that leave us?” 

The town was quiet, and every so often, you turned around, checking to see if Steven was still there, following five steps behind you. He was, he always was. It was annoying, to say the least. And as the driveway to the summer house came into view, you found a new wind, practically running into the house and storming up the stairs. 

Your mother stood at the top of the steps, frowning. “You look horrible, my love.” Her arms were outstretched, and you felt brand new tears form, your inner child begging to be held by your mother. “What happened?” 

“I-” You sobbed, throwing yourself into your mother’s arms. Her hold was solace in the hell, and you wept. “I love him.” 

“Who, my sweet girl?” Her voice was like honey. 

“I love him.” You were like a broken record, sobs echoing through the house. Steven watched from the bottom, his tears falling like an unrelenting storm.

The country club was beautiful, as it always was when your family attended. Your mother had one arm hooked through yours, the other through Conrad’s. She smiled, nudging her children. “My handsome son and my radiant daughter.” 

Conrad groaned, smiling through it all. “Mom.” 

“Look at us.” Her voice was teary, and Jeremiah laughed, shaking his head. 

“Mom, you’re not going to cry, are you?” 

You glared, eyes sharp. “Jeremiah, shut up.” 

“What? And ruin my makeup? No way. Everything’s going to be different next year.” Steven stood beside Jeremiah, and your eyes darted to the ground. “Conrad’s going off to college. My girl is graduating from high school. It may be the last summer we’re all together.” 

“Mom!” You frowned. “Don’t say that. Everything will be fine.” 

Jeremiah stepped forward, pulling her out of his sibling's arms. “Just don’t forget, I get to dance with you tonight.” He started twirling your mother, and you smiled, leaning your head on Conrad’s shoulder as you watched. 

“Ooh.” She sounded pained, and the three Fisher siblings stilled, observing their mother closely. 

“Mom, you okay?” 

“Yeah, it’s just been way too long since I’ve danced. I must be out of practice.” 

Conrad was tense, tenser than he had been when they’d gotten there. Extending his arm, your mother accepted gratefully. “You coming?” 

You nodded. “I’m right behind you.” 

The table had been tense, what with Mr.Conklin and Laurel, Cleveland (Laurel’s summer hookup), and Steven all at one table. Plus, she had a sneaking suspicion that her mother’s incident earlier wasn’t from her lack of dancing. 

Nevertheless, she smiled as if nothing was wrong. Laurel admired her hair, shaking her head sarcastically. “Susannah, she is perfect.” 

You blushed, thanking her. “You’re too kind, Laurel.” 

Your mother smiled, nodding. “She is perfect, I agree. And this dress?” She laughed, admiring its cut and the way it fit you like a glove. “Also perfect.” 

Mr. Conklin smiled. “I remember when you used to run around with socks on your hands, pretending they were gloves and demanding people to kiss your ‘ring.’ Now look at you.” 

Conrad was the first to burst out into laughter, holding onto Steven’s arm for support. Steven’s gaze never faltered, though, staring at you through it all. You glared playfully. “Thanks for the reminder, Mr.Conklin.” 

“It’s been eighteen years.” Mr.Conklin admonished. “Call me John.” 

This wasn’t the way you thought you’d call him by his first name. You thought, in your daydreaming, that it would be when Steven introduced you as his girlfriend, as more than just the Fisher’s daughter. Now, it was because of nothing special at all. You nodded, taking a sip of your Shirley Temple. “Fine, fine. John.” 

The conversation quickly broke off from the subject, and you nodded, glad not to be the focus of the table anymore. The focus of Steven. Conrad even occasionally stepped in, telling a funny anecdote from their childhood. It was nice to see your older brother happy, compared to what he’d been for the majority of the summer. 

His eyes were still burning a hole into your skin. You sighed, looking over at Belly, who was anxiously playing with the skirt of her dress. “Have you seen Jeremiah? The dance is about to start.” 

You shook your head, frowning. “Sorry, Bells, haven’t seen him since you have.” You looked over at Conrad, who was staring at Belly with a lovestruck look in his eyes. Oh brother, you thought to yourself. This was going to be messy indeed.

Your mother frowned, watching as the youngest Conklin walked up by herself. Conrad just stared, and before you could say anything, stood up, walking up to Belly and holding out his hand. You smirked, watching proudly as your brother once again saved Isabel Conklin. 

Your mother grinned, admiring the pair. “Look at them. She’s luminous.” 

Laurel nodded. “For Belly, Conrad’s the sun, and when the sun comes out, the stars disappear.” 

Your heart twisted from jealousy of their apparent love for one another, from your lost love, you couldn’t quite place. You looked away, accidentally locking eyes with Steven. He looked surprised but not disappointed. Taking the chance, he whispered, loud enough so that you could hear him over the music, but quiet enough that it wasn’t noticeable. 

“You look beautiful.” 

You wanted to feel happy, to feel adored and loved when the boy you’d spent so much time with called you that, but all you felt was sadness. Sad that he’d just reminded you you weren’t his anymore. 

You pretended not to hear him, standing up. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to reapply my lip liner.” 

You’d never used lip liner, your mother and Laurel knew that, but you weren’t about to tell the entire table you were leaving because Steven Conklin complimented you. 

You’d gotten maybe three steps away from the table when a hand, his hand, wrapped around your wrist. “Let me go, Steven.” 

“No.” He hissed, “I can’t do this anymore.” 

“Don’t talk to me about that. If you recall, I never wanted to do this in the first place.” 

You tried to pull out of his grasp, but he spun you around, eyes full of want. “You know I can’t do that. It’s been torture not being able to talk to you.” He leaned down, whispering in your ear. “To kiss you.” 

Chills ran down your spine as you willed yourself not to give in. “Well, you should have thought about that before letting me go.” You shook in his hold once more, glaring. “Now release me before I-” 

“What’s going on here?” Laurel’s voice broke through the moment, almost jumping from the shock of it all. 

“Steven was just telling me I had something in my teeth.” You widened your eyes, trying to signal that he should keep his mouth shut. “Weren’t you?” 

He nodded, letting go of your wrist, visibly dejected. “Yep. Just helping her out.” 

You smiled, but you felt it, too. The disappointment, the longing. Still, you couldn’t show, otherwise, Laurel would most definitely figure it out. She had a sort of spidey sense about these things. You walked back toward the table, noticing your brother’s hurriedly talking on the dance floor. 

“What are you two doing?” Jeremiah turned around, eyes filled with tears, threatening to fall with each second. “Jere? Are you okay?” 

He opened his mouth, only one word leaving his lips. “Mom…” Conrad looked solemn, like he knew what Jeremiah was about to tell him. 

“We’ll talk about this later, okay?” 

“No, it’s important.” Jeremiah was insistent, and the pit in the bottom of your stomach grew. 

“Someone fill me in here.” You looked to your older brother for guidance. “Connie?” 

“You already know, don’t you?” Conrad refused to respond. “You’ve known this whole fucking time and didn’t tell me?” 

“Jere-” 

Before anyone had realized it, Jeremiah punched Conrad, gasps echoing through the crowd. You yelped, shoving your brother. “What the hell, Jeremiah!” Jeremiah pushed you away, tackling Conrad to the ground. “Jere!” 

You stalked over, grabbing your brother’s ears and pinching them. “Don’t make me-” 

“Stop it!” Your mother’s voice was stern and firm, silencing the room with one fell sweep. “All of you, stop it.” You let go, walking over until you were facing her. “What is going on?” 

“Mom…” Jeremiah’s lip quivered. 

“We know, Mom.” Conrad’s voice was quiet. “We all know.”  

In that moment, even though your suspicions had never been confirmed, you knew your brother was right. 

You did know. 

Your mother’s cancer had returned. 

It had ended rather anti-climactically in your opinion. You hadn’t even said goodbye: you’d woken up, and they were gone, not bothering to wake you up. You were back in Boston now, curled up on your favorite couch, reading your favorite book, when the doorbell rang. 

“I’ll get it!” You yelled, knowing the rest of your family was on the patio on the other side of the house. Racing out of the living room, you slid against the foyer floor, pulling the door open. “Oh.” You whispered. “Hi.” 

“Hi.” Steven smiled, the largest bouquet you’d ever seen clasped tightly in his hands. “I- I wanted to get you these.” He held them out. “I saw them at the market and thought of you.” You just stared, which made him even more nervous. “I know you love these, you used to talk about them all the time, and well- I felt bad, leaving you the way I did. I thought if I- if I brought you these we could talk. Y’know? Can we please… talk?” You swallowed, your mouth suddenly feeling very dry. “I miss you, Trouble, and I-” He stood straighter, clearing his throat. “I love you.” You were finding it hard to speak. “I get it, if you don’t-” 

Hard to speak, but not at all, hard to act. You leaped forward, throwing yourself at him and pulling his lips to yours. His eyes widened before quickly realizing what was happening, dropping the bouquet and pulling you close. His fingers pushed underneath your shirt, caressing your skin gently, and you gasped. “Steven-” 

“Sorry, sorry.” He spoke against your lips, trying to kiss you again. “I just-” 

“I love you.” You whispered. “I love you, Conklin.” 

He grinned, leaning his forehead against yours. “I love you, Trouble.”

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traitor

steven conklin x reader

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summary: you've been in love with him since childhood, until you find him and taylor kissing at a party

word count : 1.9k

song: i love you i'm sorry ~ gracie abrams

part 2

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As the sun began to set and the sky took on a deep orange hue, the party at Nicole's house was in full swing. The air was alive with the sound of laughter, music and the occasional pop of a champagne cork. Y/N takes small measured sips of her drink, stumbling as she hits somebody. 

“ow! shit, sorry,” she grimaces, turning, before jumping as she is met with startling brown eyes, gazing at her softly. Steven grins at her easily, balancing her as she sways slightly on her feet.

“easy there tiger,” The nickname rolls off his tongue effortlessly, making shivers dance down Y/N’s  spine as he smirks down at her. She couldn’t deny the inevitable butterflies that arose in her stomach as he touches her cheek.

“You and that supid nickname,” She groans, flicking his forehead affectionately. Steven rubs his forehead, rolling his eyes at the younger Fisher. 

“Oh shush, you love it.” She does. More then he would ever know. His attention strays from her as he turns to look at a group of boys calling his name.

“go find belly,” he pushes her forward slightly, watching amusedly as she stumbles.

“I’ll find you later.” Nodding, Steven bids her a goodbye, before dissapearing into the mass of sweaty and grinding bodies. Y/N sighs, attempting to calm her racing heart. It seems to sing in her chest, fluttering and beating with excitement. As she walks onto the dance floor, hands capture her hips, swaying her to the side as hot breath touches her ear. 

“What is a pretty girl like you doing alone?” Y/N shifts uncomfortably, turning to meet a very drunk, attractive brunette who hands her a lazy smirk.

“Name’s Ray darling.” He tilts her chin up, inspecting her with a scrutinising eye. 

“And you, are stunning.” 

“Y/N Fisher,” She mumbles, before attempting to push him away.

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” She wriggles as his grip tightens on her wrist, dark and menacing. 

“Darling,” He clicks his tongue conscendingly.

“why in such a rush? You don’t have a boyfriend do you?” He leans in, tracing patterns on Y/N’s bare back as he pulls her flush against him. 

“No, listen, I really do got to go,” She says, pushing him back. Ray groans, running a veiny hand throughout his thick, brown curls.

“at least put your number in.” He hands her his phone, tapping his foot as people bump into them, Y/N groaning in disgust as she sees Nicole and Conrad’s tongues intwined. She felt slightly bad for Belly, but she was a bit of a entitled brat sometimes. 

“fine.” She replied shortly, tapping in the digits, before walking away. As she ascended the stairs in search for her asian best friend, tapping on the doors as she went. She cringed as moans and unholy sounds filled her ears as she accidently creaked open a door, squeaking as she was met by a brunette’s arching, bare back. Cleansing her mind and eyes, she continued on, knocking and slightly opening doors. 

“Belly? Belly!” She called, before stumbling through an open one, smiling as she was met with her blonde best friend making out with a shadowed figure. The two jumped apart almost immediately, Taylor squinting as Y/N shook tipsily. 

“Y/N!” She cried, her face creasing guiltily. 

“tay tay!” Y/N smiled, shifting her gaze and feeling the happiness seem to melt off her body. The silhouette looked up, the light falling onto his face.

“S-Steven?” Her voice felt small as Steven’s jaw fell open, as he scrambled to the door. 

“Y/N!” She swallowed as a sob rose in her throat, sobering instantly.

“I gotta go,” She choked, tears falling down her face as she ducked behind a curtain of hair, exiting the room hurriedly. 

“Y/N!” Steven yelled, chasing the running girl as she rushed down the stairs. Pushing through the dancing crowd, she breathed a relieved sigh as she was met with Ray’s drunken gaze. Without any other words, she pulled his head down in a frenzy, meeting his lips forcefully. His lips molded with hers, tasting alcohol as his tongue swirled around hers. Jeremiah’s rendition of summer nights filled the air as she made out with him shamelessly on the dance floor, right in the gaze of the asian. And for the first time, Steven Conklin experienced heartbreak.

It was a tension-filled car ride back, the only sound was the gentle humming of the radio as Steven grunted. Taylor shuffled in the back, fast asleep, makeup smeared across her face. Y/N stared determinedly out the window.

“I’m sorry.” Steven muttered.

“For what? Kissing Taylor or me finding out?” Y/N huffed, her gaze fixated on the passing landscape. 

“Don’t be like that,” Steven scoffed, his knuckles turning white as his grip tightened on the wheel, swerving slightly.

“Like what?” She mocked, rolling her eyes. The older conklin, pursed his lips.

“Acting like a brat.” He hissed, ignoring the sharp stabbing in his chest with every word he uttered.

“Well you’re acting like a child!” She yelled suddenly, her glare stormy as she turned towards him. They fell silent for a moment, Taylor barely stirring in the backseat. 

“I thought she was you.” He whispered, his lips barely moving.

“What?” 

“When I kissed Taylor I thought she was you.”  Y/N heart leapt in her chest, as she reached a hand out. 

“steven-” He barely spared her a glance as he exited the car, slamming the car door. Y/N’s lip trembled as she called out weakly with tear-filled eyes. Her chest felt heavy and hot as the summer wind sung against her face.

“Steven!” She stumbled into the house, weeping silently and pathetically, tripping up the stairs.

“Steven wait!” As his bedroom door slammed, shaking the floorboards, Y/N sunk to her knees, sniffing and wiping her nose. 

“i-i love you,” But nobody heard, a silent prayer in the wind only the gods would hear. 

As Y/N awoke from a restless sleep, she rocked on her feet as she grunted, slipping slightly as she was overcome with nausea. Bile poured from her mouth into the toilet bowl, as she began to cry again softly, wiping her swollen, red eyes. She felt pitiful as she sat on the cold white tiles, her tears spilling onto her shirt and onto the floor. She didn’t move an inch as a knock sounded on the door.

“Hello?” Conrad’s voice echoed through the door, concern tinging his soft tone. The door creaked open woefully as her older brother inspected her curled up, shaking figure.

“Oh Y/N/N,” He murmurs, picking up her limp figure as she stares at him numbly. It feels like old times, her sleepy figure in his arms as she giggles after a movie marathon late into the night. Y/N curls up absent-mindedly, sobs wracking her body.

“I love him, I love him, I love him,” She whispers, as Conrad rubs her back consoldingly.

“I know Y/N/N, I know,” He lays her down on her bed, watching as she simply looked at the plaster above her, mumbling inconherently.

“Sleep well mkay?” He pecks her forehead, before exiting and shutting her bedroom door softly. Y/N’s thoughts are filled of Steven. The way he says her name. The way he would ruffle her hair. The simple ways he would bring her painkiller tablets on her period, or how he would remember just how she likes her coffees. The way he would bring her muffins on early Monday mornings.  The simple ways they would walk on the beach together hand in hand, their matching shell anklets, the sunset on their faces. Steven, Steven, Steven. She shut her eyes. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles. When he’s nervous he runs a hands though his hair. His favourtie faded spiderman t-shirt that Laurel has told him so many times to throw out. His dream to go to Princeton. Their matching chain bracelets with small heart charms. Steven, Steven, Stev-

She yawned as she slowly began to sit up, rubbing her sore eyes. Y/N took a sip of her water, washing out the sour taste in her mouth. As she began to descend the stairs, memories began to rain down on her. As she touched foot on the bottom floor, and the clatter of cutlery hit her ears, Y/N stalked towards the dining room. 

“Y/N dear! Are you okay? Conrad-”

“Mom.” Jeremiah cut her off, smiling softly at Y/N’s messy state.

“Well look who decided to show up.” He reached over to ruffle her hair, before she flinched back. He masked his hurt look with a pleasant smile. 

“come, eat.” He pointed to the potato salad and pasta with his fork, patting the seat between him and Belly. Y/N sat uneasily, picking at the pieces of creamy, boiled potato that Conrad plopped on her plate.

“excuse me,”  She didn’t look up as a chair screeched upon the floorboards, and familiar, worn converse stomped past her. 

“Steven! Young man, you sit-” The words died on Laurel’s lips as Steven’s footsteps echoed up the stairs. The two mothers seemed to share a look, as if saying ‘teenagers.’

“oh, young love. don’t you remember Laurel?” Susannah sighed dreamily, placing an arm on her best friend’s shoulder. The other woman smiled in response, obviously reminiscing on old memories. 

“the good old days,” Y/N poked at her pasta, prodding it with the metal prongs, before clearing her throat and pushing her plate away.

“Uh, I’m not very hungry. I’m going to go too.” She quickly walked upstairs, not glancing back as she heard her mother’s tired sigh. Softly, she padded to the bedroom door to the left of hers. ‘Steven’ was scribbled in red crayon, and taped on the door. She didn’t bother knocking, barging in, watching as he quickly turned away, shielding his red, blotchy face. 

“what do you want.” 

“we need to talk.” She spoke shortly, not waiting for a response as she plopped down on his bed. 

“you’ve said all you need to.” She began to tear up.

“I was drunk Steven. I’m sorry-”

“sorry?!” he turned to face her, his jaw clenched.

“do you know how in love I am with you Y/N? Do you know how much it physically hurt,” He let out a watery laugh, swivelling in his desk chair.

“For you to just spit those words out at me like you-” He pulled on his hair angrily, letting the strands loosely fall onto his cheek. 

“like you…hate me,” His voice turned to more vulnerable as he seemed to fold into himself. 

“I don’t hate you,” She whispers, inching towards him slightly.

“I’m so in love with you Y/N that I do the dumbest shit when you’re around, and you make my heart go all weird and warm in my chest.” He takes a breath as you wrap your arms around his quivering figure gingerly.

“I love you too…” He sniffles rubbing his nose.

“you’re just saying that.” 

“no, I swear, I love you too.” Her eyes begin to feel hot, and they water as she pulls him closer.

“I’ve loved you since we were children Stevie…” Steven cries into her hair, before pulling her back up, pressing his lips against hers. It was slow and magnetic, built up through years of unsaid words and nervous feelings. It was just how she had imagined it. The older boy pulled back, pressing his forehead against hers.

“never leave. swear on it.”

“i promise.”

[mvltisstuff]

going, going, gone pt. 2 - c.f

summary: y/n leaves to do what susannah always wanted for her boys.

conrad fisher x conklin!reader

a/n: gif is not mine, but i was so so happy to see how much everyone loved part one!! i’ve never had to tag people, but i will try and do that at the end of the story <3 this is also not following the books, that i haven’t read because i’m the worst reader 😭

y/n stood on the opposite side of susannah’s bed, visiting her in boston after she was waiting to see her girls. her connection to laurels daughters was always something susannah felt from the moment they were born. she always wanted girls of her own, but she was still blessed with her two sons.

belly was sitting on the bed, a bright blue dress as susannah looked into her eyes. laurel had gone out to run errands for her friend, so the girls had stayed with susannah.

it was clear that her condition was declining, and rapidly. her face didn’t have the usual sunshine look, and she appeared weaker than y/n and belly were ever used to. her skinny hands trailed to theirs and wrapped together. her touch went from a warm comfort to as light as a feather. somehow, through the cloudy day, the sun poked through and her angelic smile blessed the girls.

“i’ve been missing you so much,” susannah grinned, placing a hand on belly’s thigh and grabbing y/n’s hand with the other. “i’m so glad you came to see me. i needed to see you girls.”

the look on belly’s face was almost coated with uncomfortableness, her naïve self not used to seeing people in this condition. y/n didn’t want susannah to see her fall apart in her grasp, so she made herself blend with tranquility.

the time had passed where they wanted to attempt to save susannah. now, they knew it was only a matter of time until they lost her. they may not have physically lost susannah, but they lost the spark in her a long time ago.

“the boys love you, you know,” she tells belly, and then turning her head to y/n. “both of you.”

“i know,” y/n replies, seeing belly trying to find the right words.

“promise me something?” she asks, looking at belly who’s head perks up. “look after them for me.”

“you’re going to do that yourself,” belly remarks barely over a whisper, moments away from letting the dam break. y/n’s cried enough tears for susannah, but somehow they don’t seem to stop. watching her whole family experience this grief makes her feel less alone, but seeing her baby sister fall apart is near unbearable.

she watched as belly crumpled on the bed into susannah’s arms, and her once warm grasp felt lighter than ever.

ever since her death, y/n wants to look at belly the same. her actions make it so hard. she promised susannah to take care of her boys, and she failed. she let jeremiah sit around knowing he wasn’t the one she truly wanted. afterwards, she made conrad watch in heartbreak her new self with jeremiah.

that scares y/n, knowing that she’ll never truly be able to pick between them. in the long run, no matter who she “picks”, she’s hurting more people than she thinks.

she figures the best thing she can do is be there for conrad, as belly and jeremiah don’t think it’s necessary.

as she drove further and further away, the music she normally sings to turned into static. conrad would probably still be in cousins, not wanting to face his family back in boston. the traffic had quieted down, for people would be home with their families.

she pulled up the the house that had gotten it’s life back before julia took it all away. conrad and y/n were the main ones trying to save the house from being invaded by another family. even if they couldn’t, the cousins house would always have the fisher’s name on it. when y/n walked up to the front door, she slowly turned the doorknob and stepped in.

her footsteps lightly echoed due to the emptiness of the house, some of the front rooms still looking lifeless. y/n walked around, picturing everything exactly how susannah had it, all the portraits and loving decor she had around. she knew, though, that’s how conrad will set everything up.

the sun was just starting to dip down below the horizon, and when she spotted conrad sitting with his feet dipped in the pool, he looked lower than the sun ever could get.

she quietly stepped out onto the back, not saying a word until he noticed her. his head slowly tilted around, feeling her sweet eyes burning through him. he felt more relieved. she’s the only person he wants to see. she’s the one person who hasn’t ripped his heart out and used it.

“what are you doing back?” he questions, keeping his collected expression.

“i didn’t think you really wanted to be alone. you can’t fool me, conrad,” she smirks softly, moving over to sit next to him on the edge of the pool. she dips her feet into the cool water, not yet graced by the hot summer air.

“i don’t need you to be here for me, i don’t think i’m too good of company right now.”

“i think that’s exactly why you need me,” y/n says as conrad looks back to her. he’s always noticed y/n’s beauty on the outside, but he never got to really appreciate the inside. her mind was just as beautiful as her hair when the wind blows it, or the dimples on her cheeks when she’s happy. “you don’t have to do this alone, you know.”

“yeah,” he sighs, swaying his feet in the pool. “i thought jere would at least help me.”

“i talked to belly,” y/n tells him, seeing him quickly freeze and lean his head back.

“it’s not a big deal, y/n, really,” conrad says.

“it is to me. i never thought of her like this, but i don’t understand how she could do that to you.”

“it’s a me problem, clearly jeremiah’s better than i am.”

“that’s not true. belly’s young and thinks she’s innocent. she doesn’t deserve someone like you. she’ll never take the time to know you, but she’s going to jeremiah because he’s ‘easier’.” y/n replies. “you’re perfectly fine the way you are, and you never have to change for her, or me.”

“my mom always saw me with belly. i think that’s the worst part.”

“but your mom didn’t see what belly’s done to you. susannah would never want you to change in order to be with her.” y/n says, clearly to him. “susannah asked belly to be there, and she failed.”

“what do you mean?”

“when belly and i went to visit, she asked us to take care of you and jeremiah. belly barely looked after you, and i don’t even know if she’s helping jeremiah.”

“i get it, though. i left her at prom, and broke her heart.”

“was it shitty of you? yes, i’m not gonna lie to you. at this point, she’s taking it too far by playing with you and now it’s jeremiah’s turn.”

“maybe my mom was wrong,” he looks away, connecting his eyes back with the minute waves in the water. “i miss her. she was like a breath of fresh air, and i feel like i haven’t gotten that since she died.”

“she’s still here,” y/n tells him, seeing the corner of his mouth turn up a bit.

“i still feel her sometimes. if i’m home and i hear a noise, i’ll think she’s cooking, or painting. i don’t need people to see me fall apart.”

“you never have to hide, conrad. not anymore, and not from me.”

the next time he locks eyes with y/n, he can majorly see the sincerity in her face. there’s still a hint of when they were young in their eyes, memories swimming back into conrad’s head. every time she talked to him, all the time she spent with him. every party she skipped because conrad didn’t feel up to it, and she didn’t want him to be alone. he never felt nervous around y/n the way he did with her sister. they always had a complex relationship, but never once did y/n fail to be next to him. conrad let his inch closer to y/n’s, letting her hand lay on top of his, leaving solace in him. he never noticed how soft her hands were, literally and figuratively. she never once used him and glued his pieces back together. it’s then that he realizes that’s something belly never did.

impulsively, he moves his body more toward y/n, trying to get all the gladdening she can give. she’s more than happy to give it to him, letting conrad hold onto her and have her help him. the world around the boy became lighter, almost forgetting about his former despondency caused by belly. the closer he got to y/n, the more he thought that his mother had mistaken belly for the one.

he brushes a stand of y/n’s hair behind her ear, placing his hand on the side of her neck. she breathes lightly, knowing what conrad wants from her, but not knowing if he needs it.

“conrad,” she whispers, his name coming across incredibly from her lips. “you know i love you.”

“of course,” he says back, his hand trailing down her arm.

“but i won’t be a redemption because you cannot have belly. i’ve been the second choice once and i destroyed myself. i won’t do it again.”

“belly’s not who i want. i don’t think i’ve ever loved belly the way i have for you.” it all felt so sudden, the tension growing thicker between them as conrad only wanted to deepen the connection. y/n was just so horrified of hurting him more. she knows that she could help him and love him how he should, but she needs to know that he’s not just trying to get belly back.

“i think we need time, conrad. please?” she asks, and he nods, slipping his hand back down and grabbing her hand. “but trust me when i say that’s it’s not over with us.”

the meaning behind her words is stronger. in reality, she just wants to dive into conrad and accept anything he has to give, but he needs to strengthen his own heart first. he needs to know what he wants. if y/n needs time, he will wait for her.

tags: @historygeekqueen @am-i-shit-or-am-i-the-shit @celesteblack08 @parkerdayaa @shelby-x

[henryofwales]

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY ↳ S02E06: Love Fest

[erinchristmaselvis]

I know you, Taylor.

[kierreras]

it was too much for me.

[evermoresversion]

dude, ok I feel like Steven is such a hopeless romantic like his sister. Like the second he lays on a girl, Shayla for example, that's all he can think about. And once they finally date, he literally remembers every little thing she tells him.

like if they ever have a conversation about what kind of flowers they like (idk?) and she says something about like violets because her dad always got them for her mom, he would have a field day. for a solid month he would only get her violets everytime he saw her.

my man's love language is obviously acts of service lets be real.

dude would also follow her around like a little lost puppy at parties and stuff to make sure she was ok and stand guard. need someone to hold your drink. check. need someone to dance with. check. your friends ditch you and you need someone to hang out with. check.

idk man do with it what you will <3

ALL FOR HER, STEVEN CONKLIN.

A/N I honestly couldn't stop smiling while reading what you posted. THE BEST THING IS THAT YOU'RE RIGHT, he's a hopeless romantic without a doubt. Enjoy this, thank u so much for your so pretty thought.

PAIRING Steven Conklin x Fem!Reader.

TW/TAGS Pure fluff.

SUMMARY I only know that Steven is more than in love, and he's definitely the best guy you've ever met.

SONG I would recommend you listen to invisible string by taylor swift just for the vibe.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | STEVEN'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

The first moment he laid eyes on you was at a beach party.

And all he could think was that you looked beautiful that night.

And as the days passed, his only thought was that you looked more beautiful than the day before.

The night both met, he first let Jeremiah know, who encouraged him to come over and make the first move.

So that's what he did, making a comment about the party, and couple of jokes too to make you laugh. And it could be said that he fell in love that night.

He officially declared your laugh to be his favorite sound ever.

Because of how nervous he felt, and because of a fight that Conrad got into that night, and he had to go separate him along with Jeremiah, he forgot to ask for your phone number or at least one of your social media.

So for a couple of weeks you were the only thing on his mind.

All he could think about was you, the talk you had, and your smile.

Oh your smile, the most beautiful he had ever seen.

He wanted, no, he needed and craved to see you again.

And it came true, at a party of a friend that the two apparently had in common.

This time you approached him before he could notice your presence at the party.

He smiled more than gladly, starting a long talk, both of you spending the whole party together.

And at the end of it, he kissed you for the first time. And this time he did ask for your phone number.

That's how at least a month went by where you went out on dates, parties, and all that stuff.

Jeremiah, Belly and Conrad watched as their friend and brother fell more and more in love with you.

It's like he's in the clouds. In a world where only you existed.

When you officially started dating as a couple, oh god, he was totally gone.

Every little thing you said to him would be registered in his mind with an "important" sign, more so if it's about you.

Your favorite color, what you are allergic to or if you're not, your favorite song, the food you least like, your favorite season of the year, everything.

He is so attentive to you that it gives you butterflies just thinking about him.

There was one time when he remembered something that made you fall for him harder.

You told him your favorite flowers and the reason why they were.

And a whole month he sent you that flowers if he couldn't take them himself, but if he could he would.

On the outings the boys and Belly did, he was always behind you or to the side of you.

He followed you around like a lost puppy.

He loved helping you and feeling that you needed him in any aspect. In addition to the fact that he also liked that you knew that he would always be there for you, be it in the slightest or in something bigger, whatever.

And definitely his love language is acts of service and I would add physical contact.

He has a hand on you all the time. Whether it is this one taking yours, hugging you, his arm around your shoulders, and the most beautiful gesture for him, even if it is very simple, was to have your little finger intertwined with his.

And although he loved kissing you, definitely the kiss he loves the most is the kiss on the forehead or on the temples. It seems to him something so intimate and beautiful that it is impossible for him not to do it.

Oh and he would definitely listen to the entire discography of your favorite singer or band just to have something else to talk about or just to dedicate their songs to you. Only the ones that talk about love, clearly.

In conclusion, he is a fool in love with you who would do everything, everything for you.

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