#conrad fisher ao3

[unpublishediary]

4th of July Confessions [ conrad fisher ]

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ conrad confesses his feelings for you after a week of fighting and makes sure you know his feelings are real.

INTEREST₊˚ conrad fisher x you

| masterlist |

Not much time had passed since Conrad started his plan to win you back, and you were already growing suspicious.

First, it started with him going to your favorite place to grab your breakfast. He made it a point to hand you a croissant with more than familiar packaging, a gesture that seemed to bring back memories and leave you questioning his intentions.

Then he sat right next to you, even nudging your knee with his as you all ate breakfast, a deliberate closeness that bordered on invasive, stirring up a greater mixture of nostalgia and confusion within you.

Now he was volunteering to help you make the guest bedroom for Belly's dad and his dad's girlfriend.

You knew that Conrad had never been one for chores or family obligations lately. His sudden enthusiasm for helping out was as baffling as it was unexpected. Yet, there he was, smoothing out the sheets with surprising skill as he carefully arranged the pillows on the freshly made bed. It was as if he was determined to prove something to you, though you couldn't quite guess what that something might be.

The fact it was the 4th of July made the Cousins Beach air buzz with excitement and anticipation. Flags fluttered in the breeze, and the distant crackle of fireworks echoed through the neighborhood. The sun beat down, casting a warm glow over everything, as if the day itself was celebrating. But you knew that couldn't be it.

Conrad and you worked side by side, folding sheets and fluffing pillows in the guest bedroom, a comfortable rhythm settling between you. It was a far difference from the awkwardness that had plagued your interactions in recent days, replaced instead by a sense of closeness.

Conrad's sleeves were rolled up, revealing the faint sheen of sweat on his brow as he worked diligently, his movements precise and focused. You couldn't help but steal glances at him when he wasn't looking, admiring the way the sunlight caught the strands of his hair and the curve of his jawline.

Your conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by shared memories and inside jokes that seemed to bridge the gap between you. With each passing moment, the tension that had once lingered between you melted away, replaced instead by a growing sense of ease and familiarity.

As you smoothed out the final wrinkles in the freshly made bed, Conrad stole a sideways glance at you, his eyes softening with unspoken affection. It was a moment suspended in time, a fleeting glimpse of the connection you had once shared and the possibility of what could be.

"We both know I didn't volunteer just to help you make a bed," Conrad remarked, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of playfulness as he sat on the finished bed. "I've been wanting to talk to you forever."

You followed him, sitting down next to him. Your gaze met his with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. Like you had predicted, there was more to Conrad's sudden eagerness to help than met the eye, and now, as you stood face to face, you couldn't ignore the tension that crackled between you.

"Is that why you insisted on helping me instead of Belly? She did give me a pancake apology," you replied, your tone light but tinged with a hint of teasing.

Your question hung in the air, a thread of curiosity along with a hint of suspicion. As you watched Conrad's reaction, you couldn't help but notice the subtle tightening of his jaw, the way his gaze momentarily flickered, betraying his intention to keep his emotions beneath the surface.

His fingers absently traced the pattern on the bedsheet, a nervous energy coursing through him, while his gaze remained fixed on some distant point, as if lost in a sea of conflicting thoughts.

"I mean, I did tell her off at that party if that helps," you offered, your voice light but teasing. You nudged him with your shoulder, a silent invitation for him to share his thoughts.

Conrad's tension eased slightly at your touch, the warmth of your proximity a balm to his troubled soul.

He glanced at you, his eyes softening with a mixture of gratitude and amusement. "Yeah, I heard something about that," Conrad's lips quirked into a smile at your remark, his gaze softening, "The night of our sleepover, right?"

You nodded, a soft chuckle escaping your lips like a fleeting breeze. The memory of that night danced between you, letting you share a flicker of warmth.

You both fell into another comfortable silence, only to be interrupted by the soft rustle of fabric as you leaned your shoulder into Conrad's. Sensing your proximity, Conrad instinctively inclined his head towards yours. He missed your laughter, but it was more like he missed laughing with you. So much that he found himself on the edge of confession.

In a voice barely above a whisper, Conrad's words lingered in the air, tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "I know we can't go back in time," he paused, "but I want to know everything I missed," he confessed, his nerves palpable despite his attempt to mask them.

You stayed silent.

Conrad's courage swelled within him. With newfound determination, he lifted his gaze to meet yours, his voice a gentle murmur meant for your ears alone. "I really miss you. I miss Bambi, our secret meetings, everything," Conrad admitted, his sincerity echoing in the tender space between you.

Your gaze met Conrad's with an intensity that sent a rush of warmth flooding through your veins. In that moment, you realized how much you felt the same, and it was scary. It was scary that after everything that happened, you could still feel the same way about him that you did the summer before.

Both of you were closer than ever, but you didn't mind.

Your eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between you as you leaned in, your breaths mingling in the space between you. With a gentle touch, Conrad cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jawline, sending shivers down your spine.

Who initiated the final movement would remain unknown. Yet, in that brief instant of contact, your worlds collided. Your lips met his in a tender embrace. It was a kiss filled with longing and reassurance, a promise of all the words left unspoken. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in the warmth of each other's embrace.

"Guys!" A series of knocks on the door followed Steven's voice. It startled you both, causing you to pull away rapidly, "They're here!"

Breathless and flushed, Conrad's forehead pressed against yours, your hearts beating in sync. In the quiet aftermath, you shared a smile that turned into nervous laughs, "I also missed this," Conrad murmured, his voice a gentle caress against your skin, as you lingered in the quiet space between words. Had you finally found your way back?

You stood up, taming your curls the best you could with your fingers, "Come on, let's go."

NOTE: this scene is a part of my conrad x oc fic. No prior reading is needed to understand, but if youre interested in reading here are the links (rec to read on watt for faster updates, but a03 is fine too):

wattpad link

a03 link

[winchester-whiskey]

There needs to be some type of service where I can send in an abandoned fanfic that I’ve read and someone else writes the rest of it. I’ve spent months to years reading some of these masterpieces just for them to be discontinued. It’s the fact that I still check for updates after four years of nothing 😩😭

[ineedsleepsoleavemealone]

If Belly and Conrad were a bit more mature, and didn't break up at Belly's prom.

[fandom-addict404]

i need more fics about conrad fisher’s anxiety!! does anyone have any suggestions or can somebody write something for me???

[bumblesimagines]

AO3/ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN

When The Flood Comes - Coriolanus 'Coryo' Snow x OC!Triton Odair

Coriolanus Snow, beloved student of The Capitol, becomes a mentor for the 10th Annual Hunger Games as a last final assignment and his last hope at winning the Plinth Prize. Luck strikes and he receives a boy from District 4 as his tribute. But contentment quickly muddles into feelings of affection and obsession.

Status: FINISHED Series: Hunger Games: Bumble Edition (Connected universe)

______

What The Water Gave Me - Finnick Odair x OC!Nero Delmar

From a young age, Finnick Odair has had a crush on his more reclusive neighbor, Nero Delmar. As they grow up into children and then young teens, feelings blossom and develop until Nero is reaped and has the (un)luckiness to become a Victor. The boy Finnick loves becomes what most dub as 'mentally disoriented' and he takes it upon himself to take care of him.

Status: SLOWLY UPDATED Series: Hunger Games: Bumble Edition

______

The Albatross - Multiple OBX Characters (Platonic, Familial, and Romantic) x OC!Lachlan 'Albatross' Stone

With rumors of a haunted inheritance and a cursed bloodline, Lachlan 'Albatross' Stone is a complex individual with troublemaking habits and tragedy in his veins.

Status: N/A Series: The Albatross (a series of one shots surrounding the same original character)

______

In The Middle - Isabel 'Belly' Conklin x OC!Seth Rosário x Conrad Fisher

At age 19, Belly has returned to Cousins to visit the Fisher family and spend the rest of summer with them. Except, this summer takes an unexpected turn when a certain Cousins native enters her life.

Status: ON HIATUS Series: N/A

[pascaloverx]

CONRAD FISHER MARTERLIST

© credits for the owners of the pictures used. they don't belong to me. credit is not mine for the pictures.

AO3 LINK

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

final part

epilogue

[ghostiewriter]

tell me we’ll be just fine | bellyconrad

Summary: confessions come in all different shapes and forms. All it took was one too many drinks and a desire to see the girl he always wanted that would lead to Conrad confessing the words that laid heavy on his heart.

Warnings: just swearing and a teeny bit of angst

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: nobody look at me! I totally didn’t write this in like two hours! goodbye!🤠purely enabled by @alphinias and @yellowlaboratory as well

masterlist

“Hey.” She gave him a soft smile as she kneeled down in front of him, a part of her itching to push his hair back but she didn’t quite have the guts for it. “How you feeling?”

“Tired,” he mumbled, his eyes falling shut. “You came.”

“You called,” she said simply because that was the only reason she needed when it came to him. “C’mon, we need to get you home, don’t need you passing out on me here.”

“Will you come with me?” he asked, his voice so small that she almost didn’t recognise it as Conrad Fisher.

“Always, Con,” she murmured before she extended her hand out to him, watching as he reached for her and intertwined their fingers before she started hauling him off the floor.

READ HERE NOW ON AO3!!!

[sicktember]

"I'm not hungover, I'm just sick" - Conrad Fisher

Tumblr Link  | AO3 Link 

Fandom: The Summer I Turned Pretty (TV Show) #tsitps1

Prompt 1: "I'm not hungover, I'm just sick" 

CW: nausea, emeto, mentions of vomiting, illusions to underage drinking & alcohol 

Jeremiah's hangover smoothie does not cure all. Well, not when Conrad ends up getting a stomach virus instead.

Set during season 1 of TSITP

[xoxonxo]

what to request:

✧˖° hello ml! my requests are open… if you’d like to know what to/my recommendations on requesting here you go! -xoxonxo

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

FANDOMS

✧˖° Harry Potter:

x-reader: draco malfoy, harry potter, ron weasley, & cedric diggory.

ships: romione & hinny.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

✧˖° Heartstopper:

x-reader: none

ships: nick & charlie

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

✧˖° Hogwarts Legacy:

x-reader: sebastian sallow, ominis gaunt, & garreth weasley.

ships: n/a.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

✧˖° Spider-Man MCU:

x-reader: peter parker

ships: peter parker x MJ

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

✧˖° The Summer I Turned Pretty:

x-reader: jeremiah fisher, conrad fisher, steven conklin, cam cameron

ships: jelly, bonrad, staylor

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

KEY INFO!

i only write fem!reader simply because i am a female and know how to write females.

i love writing drabbles from song lyrics that relate to the character(s), so if you would like you can submit a request (ship or x reader) as well as a song lyric.

i won’t upload smut on here, but i do have a brand new ao3 account where i am working on somethings, including smut.

please be at least slightly specific when entering requests.

[gayashelljatp]

Jeremiah Fisher x Steven Conklin | Hush now, i know we're a little too fucked up to stay still, love

Tags: Drunken Shenanigans, One Shot, Flirting, Drunken Flirting, Underage Drinking, can be read as platonic or romantic, Jeremiah is responsible for the first time in his life, Steven is a drunk flirt, They kinda in love but kinda not, I was having fun writing this, Not Beta Read, Fluff, Short & Sweet.

Summary:

Steven has had a little too much to drink and Jeremiah is trying to get him to bed. Drunk shenanigans ensue. or Jeremiah and Steven drunk fic.

Content Rating: Teen and Up.

Wordcount: 1,076 

READ THIS FIC ON AO3

Notes (Same as On AO3):

Hi, it's my first fic in this fandom! I'm really excited to share all of The Summer I Turned Pretty fics I've had in my vault. I'm Ace I write mostly for Julie and The Phantoms on this account. But I'm branching out posting and writing gay shit for other fandoms.

In honor of season 2 of The Summer I Turned Pretty being out!!! Here's a cute fic where typically, Jere is the drunk one, but I decided to be unique and reverse the roles of Jere and Steven.

This was made around Valentine's Day, so I felt the cute vibes. Here are the songs that inspired this fic: 'Everytime' by Ariana Grande, 'The Night Is Still Young,' and 'Lowkey' by Niki are the biggest influences in this fic. The title of the fic is from 'Lowkey' by Niki.

(Here’s a Spotify playlist of this fic)

Enjoy the fic & Remember to give feedback!!! It is always appreciated.

Extra Notes (Tumblr Exclusive):

Present me so this my fanfic that has done really well on AO3. So I decided to post it on my Tumblr first. I don't know how to use this platform very well so a little help could go a long way.

It was a normal summer night in the Fisher's beach house: the Conklin and Fisher teens were split: into two groups. Belly and Conrad are at the pool talking for hours. Meanwhile, Steven and Jeremiah, both boys, we're getting drunk off their asses. Both enjoy each other's company.

Jeremiah, who has been trying to blackout less, was holding his mojito in his hand, trying not to down it in a second. Meanwhile, the Asian teen in front of him was drinking that up like water.

“Okay, buddy, that's enough,” Jeremiah says sweetly before grabbing the bottle off the table trying to get it out of Steven's reach.

“Jere, give it back,” Steven pleads as he tries to snatch the bottle back from Jeremiah's grasp. Steven pulls out all the stops and grabs Jeremiah's waist trying to get him still. Steven's face was not not situated underneath Jeremiah's chest.

That action alone stopped Jeremiah in his tracks. Soon redness starts to creep into his face. It covers the tan face: of the blonde boy. If this couldn't get any worse for Jeremiah he decided to look down. He locked eyes with Steven smiling dumbly at him. His eyes pierced through Jeremiah's soul, and his lips were parted, showing a few of his teeth. It was the most beautiful sight he's seen.

Jeremiah stutters, not knowing what to do or say next. He's never seen Steven smile at him like that before, and it was doing something to him. “Steven, it's time to stop drinking and get you to bed,”

“No!” Steven exclaimed loudly. Clearly, the boy was intoxicated to the point that he lost control of his volume. “Jere, I don't want this night to end,” Steven begs. He soon gets off Jeremiah and then stumbles back down on the couch. He reaches for his phone and starts playing random dance-pop music.

Steven then clumsily gets up and starts dancing offbeat to the song. He flailed his arms and shook his hips; it looked like he was in pure euphoria. “Dance with me,” Steven invites Jeremiah with the most intoxicating smile.

Jeremiah couldn't deny the invite. Maybe dance a little, then tuck the guy into bed. He puts away the bottle. Jeremiah takes Steven's hand, and they start rocking out. They laughed as their bodies intertwined. Jeremiah tried to dance more to the beat of the song. but his drunk best friend was still dancing to the rhythm of his own beat. Jeremiah couldn't lie, he looked kinda cute.

A few songs later, Both of them were tired of dancing. Steven decided to sit down: on the floor. Jeremiah then plops down on the floor to join him.

“Okay, I think that's enough fun for you,”

“There's never enough fun for me. Jere, don't be a buzzkill, please,” Steven pleads in a whiny tone. Steven desperately tried to convince the blonde boy to stay with that frowning face. But it was time for Jeremiah: to be the responsible one for the first time in his life.

“Steven, I’m serious, you need to go to bed,” Jeremiah whispers, trying to soothe the teen as he grabs the other boy's hand. Maybe if he was gentle enough, he could get Steven in his bed before sunrise. But that was going to be a challenge.

“The night is still young,”

“Steven, it’s almost 2. That’s not very young,” Jeremiah playfully says both of them laugh in tandem “Besides, you have a shift in the afternoon, So, time to get your ass to bed,” Jeremiah added with a frustrated huff. Jeremiah hated being the responsible one, but for Steven, he will gladly be the buzzkill.

“I don’t care about my job right now,” Steven says, slurring a few words before announcing very loudly, “Come and catch me!” Steven ran out of the living room like a maniac entering the backyard.

Jeremiah had no choice but to start chasing after his drunk best friend “Steven, come back!” He exclaims loudly. Damn Steven was faster than Jeremiah expected, He guessed being lean did pay off for something.

Jeremiah chased after him all around the massive Fisher’s backyard. Steven the whole time was spewing out random words while running. Jeremiah trailed him all the way back to the living room.

“Thanks for the workout buddy,” The blonde let out breathlessly. Steven hasn’t acted this rowdy since the first time he got really wasted, But when that happened they had the whole summer gang to deal with him.

“Like that one song ‘The Scripts’ sang, ‘I'm not moving.,” The boy added as he crossed his arms and stayed sat down. Only a drunk Steven could reference a song from 2008.

“Okay, Mr. I don’t care about my job. You don’t care right now, but Laurel will kill me if she sees you wasted in the living room,”

“The only way you're getting me off this floor is if you drag me out of here, I’m not budging,” Steven challenges. He knew there was no way Jeremiah was gonna do anything. But much to Steven’s surprise: Jeremiah got up and did start dragging Steven against the hardwood floor.

Steven was making the loudest noises and groaning while being dragged by Jere, but that all stopped. Because all of a sudden, Jeremiah picked him up bridal style and carried him up: to his room. Jeremiah didn't want to manhandle his friend, but he knew that nothing was gonna happen if he didn’t do it.

Jeremiah plops his best friend onto the carpet and proceeds to: fix the bed for him to lie in. After Jeremiah: was done preparing the bed for him. Jere pats the bedsheet and watches as Steven clumsily climbs onto the bed.

He then tries to tuck Steven into bed. Then the other boy wraps his arms around him. “Steven this is nice but let go I'm trying to tuck you in,”

“Stay please,” Steven croaks out. He sounded really desperate. Jeremiah couldn't really deny his best friend.

“Good night Steven,” Jeremiah whispers before he turns around and kisses Steven on the cheek. He didn't know why he did it but it just felt right at that moment.

Steven's face warms up. His drunken state didn't help but he was very flustered by that but he manages to say “Good night Jeremiah,”

The blonde boy closes his eyes and accepts his fate. Jeremiah lets Steven be the big spoon and cuddles him to sleep.

Post Notes: Hope you enjoy the fic & Remember to give feedback!!! It is always appreciated. I don't know how to use tumblr hope I used it correctly.

[bellamyblcke]

Catullus 7

Pairing: Belly Conklin/Conrad Fisher

Rating: T

Summary: Steven gets into Brown. Conrad goes to Brown. Belly is dating Conrad. Steven is her brother.

Read on AO3

[kaldurahms-lover]

hey guys hypothetically what would you do if i went on ao3 and wrote a 3 part fic of horrific conrad fisher x reader angst based on taylor swift's teenage love triange songs where conrad is james, the reader is betty, and belly is augustine....

[bumblesimagines]

SO,

I was originally going to share this information later on when I had more stuff set up but I've decided to begin writing over on AO3/Archive of Our Own! The work I will be posting over there won't be x reader, it will be Original Character x Character (ex: Oc x Bellamy Blake, Oc x Josie Saltzman, etc). These original characters will obviously be mine. I always make a character for x reader stuff to have a general personality to work with and make original characters for original stuff like nearly everyday so this isn't new territory for me.

Which brings me to my next question, would you guys be interested in me occasionally sharing some of the series I will be posting over there on here? As of right now, I have three AO3 series planned for Alicent Hightower, Belly Conklin and Conrad Fisher, and Finnick Odair. The series I'm currently working on is the Finnick Odair one. I won't be posting each and every single oc x character series on here since I originally made this blog for x reader stuff but I'm really looking forward to this Finnick one and I feel compelled to sharing it with you guys, especially since its inspired by the Finnick Odair sentence starter I did recently.

If this isn't something that interests you, don't feel bad about clicking no. I will be adding the link to my AO3 account on my masterlist eventually for those who are curious about it once I have at least two or more works completed/posted. I'll still be continuing things like Midnight Beach, Our Flickering Light, and The Youngest Hound on here so don't worry about those. I plan on hopping back and forth between finishing and posting something on here and then working on an AO3 thing. I did this before with Under the Moonlight where I worked on it in between When Fire Meets Fate parts so by the time WFMF was put on hiatus I had three UTM parts ready to go.

Feel free to fly on over into my ask box if you've got questions or to share your opinion!

[pascaloverx]

Strangers?

Christmas Epilogue

previous part AO3 LINK

Author's note: This fanfic is set in the creation of Jenny Han. Conrad Fisher and other characters mentioned in the future do not belong to me. I hope you like this fanfic, depending on how it goes, I'll decide if this fic will have more parts or just this one. This fanfic is recommended for all audiences, there will be no adult content in it, only possible inappropriate language and alcohol consumption. This author would like to thank everyone who read this fanfic and hope everyone likes this epilogue.

You woke up feeling optimistic; finally, you were going to have a Christmas with your boyfriend. Even though you aren't a hundred percent sure everything will go smoothly. Conrad has been busy with college for the past few days, so he's out buying Christmas presents on Christmas Eve itself. If he had listened to you, he would have done this weeks ago, but he said he was used to last-minute shopping.

"You're supposed to be helping me set the table, but I'm doing all the work by myself..." You say over the phone to Conrad, who is in line waiting to get to the house where you live. Essentially, you live together now; he spends more time at your place than in the university dormitory.

"I've already said I love your understanding nature; it's as if my girlfriend is the most loving person in the world." Conrad speaks sarcastically, which you find amusing. You then hear knocks on the door and go to open it while keeping Conrad on the line.

"Someone's knocking at the door, did you invite someone?" You ask, almost whispering into the phone, unsure whether to open the door or not.

"I can be home in thirty minutes, maybe less if I don't mind breaking a few rules." Conrad says in a concerned tone, which you find endearing.

"Negative, I won't ruin our first Christmas together by making you come here for nothing. I can take care of myself. Just come back soon." You say to Conrad, trying to convince yourself that everything will be fine. Gaining courage, you open the door, finding Jeremiah and Belly arm in arm, holding several bags. You smile with relief and tell Conrad that you need to hang up but that it's his brother at the door.

"I know it's bold to show up out of nowhere, but we were nearby and decided to bring the gifts." Jeremiah says. Your reaction is to give them space to enter and you even try to help carry the groceries, but neither Belly nor Jeremiah let you help.

"What a surprise to see you here, Conrad told me you were going to spend it with your Belly family, so I didn't even ask if you two wanted to exchange gifts today." You closed the door while Belly and Jeremiah placed the purchases on the counter. They also placed the gifts under the Christmas tree.

"Me and Jeremiah were helping my mom with the preparations for Christmas and we remembered that it was her first Christmas with Conrad. And we decided to bring some shopping and gifts to help. The first Christmas is important to a new couple. Especially if you're going to spend it with Conrad." Belly speaks and then hugs you, with her coat that is a little damp from the snow.

"I warned that your boyfriend was going to end up spending Christmas Eve at some mall shopping for things he could have bought last week." Jeremiah says hugging you too as soon as you stopped hugging Belly. In that moment you felt like part of Conrad's family. There's no other way to say it but Belly is part of this family too. They love each other and you're fine about it. Jeremiah and Belly decided to try to give their love a chance.

"It doesn't matter how much I warned him about it. At least he helped me put up the Christmas tree. He also decided to make a pie for today, if you guys want to stay for Christmas dinner." You say casually as you watch the oven to check if the turkey is done.

"Unfortunately we can't stay, my mom will freaky out. We wish you both the best Christmas possible and your gifts are on the tree. Over-the-counter purchases are some things that we think Conrad won't find in this time. We already have to go, right, love?" Belly says holding Jeremiah's hand gently. He agrees with her.

"At least take the gifts I bought, Conrad's presents unfortunately he's going to have to take them tomorrow but we'll meet up tomorrow on Christmas afternoon, we can go ice skating or something." You say handing over the presents you bought for them. You open the door so they can leave, but you run into Conrad. He has snowy hair, carrying several things in his hands.

"You arrived just in time to say goodbye to us, brother." Jeremiah says as he helps Conrad bring what he bought into the house. Suddenly you all are together inside of the house.

"Before the lovebirds leave, let's take a photo with the Christmas tree." Conrad speaks touching Belly and Jeremiah's shoulders. You are proud of your boyfriend when you see how much he evolved.

"I think it's a good idea. But honey, I think you should take off your hoodie. You're going to get sick if you keep that on." You say, approaching Conrad and placing a kiss on his lips.

"Want to help me change my clothes?" Conrad softly while their lips are still close. You give him a peck on the lips and then touch his arm, almost as if pushing him towards the stairs.

He quickly goes to change his clothes and comes back adjusting his sweatshirt on his body. The four of you then approach the tree after Conrad grabs the camera and positions it to take the photograph. And you all take the photo smiling, each side of the person you're dating. And so it was, the beginning of the perfect Christmas Eve.

[light-yaers]

Lover (Conrad Fisher x Reader)

It's been five years since you've been back to Cousins, Massachusetts; and Belly and Jeremiah are getting married.

You and Conrad were best friends once, will you ever be best friends again?

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol and substance abuse, eventual sex/smut, mentions of death/cancer. 18+

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six 

Read it on AO3 here!

Fic Masterlist here! 

The lover. playlist here!

[anywherebuthere]

i'll love myself if you touch me like that | c.f.

conrad fisher x fem!reader

"Use me if you just insist that you love the body you refuse to kiss" - based on fuck me (i didn't know how to say) by crawlers

[or the one where you would give him your whole world and all he can give you is sex in the backseat of his car]

WC: 1.9k

A/N: i really wrote 4 fics, participated in some discourse and dipped huh... well, it needs to be said that i have read the books and have been a conrad girl since day 1 and am therefore better than the rest. let me know if you want to be tagged for part 2

Warnings: bad smut, light choking, titty sucking vaginal penetration, theyre doing it in a red jeep wrangler. angst, i hated myself while writing the smut holy. all participating parties are 18 in this.

masterlist | part ii | ao3

In retrospect, you’re not sure what you had expected when Conrad had texted you to go driving at 1:22 am. Perhaps Cousins’ summer heat and the buzzing of the cicadas had finally driven you mad. No amount of teenage delusion could turn a “u up?” text into any notion of romance, but when it came to him, you seemed to have an endless well of good faith in his intentions.

The cliffside view he had driven to was beautiful, with the moon reflecting beams of light off the sea, redirecting into the misty depths of Conrad’s eyes. He was sitting tense, his arm braced against the steering wheel, the cords of his muscles flexed, looking as pissed off as he had all summer. In all the years you had known him, had loved him, he had never been quite like this. 

Sometimes you thought you could see traces of the gentle boy you knew; in the moments after sex, where all that could be heard were the mix of your breaths in the wind, and he would look over at you with that boyish smile, his eyes not quite as hard as usual.

Not that you’d seen much of him this summer, not in any way that really seemed to matter. 

You hadn’t even known he was back in Cousins; for months, there had been little interaction between the two of you and you weren’t desperate enough to count him viewing your Instagram stories as such. There were no more late-night calls or even the occasional text. He was just… gone.

Seeing him at the bonfire had felt like a slap to the face. He had grown out his hair and his glasses were long discarded. It was that night that you felt something more in his gaze, as though he had grown hungry in the months apart.

When he kissed you for the first time, it hadn’t been anything like the naive imaginings of your youth. It wasn’t soft or loving and it didn’t happen after a confession in the rain. It was open-mouthed and dirty, the taste of cheap beer etching the memory.

It had been short-lived for the dramatics of it all, with Belly Conklin interrupting midway. 

She had looked shocked but a little smug, with a look of “I told you so” carved into the creases of her grin. 

Once, a summer or two ago, Belly too had felt a flicker of emotion for the boy. It was hard not to; Conrad had always had this quality, an effortless allure of sorts that drew people in. It was a pull that existed even now, amplified by his new sense of brooding, that made anyone who looked into those reflective eyes want to dive in and drown in their depths.

Of course, now Belly hardly felt much towards the boy, too enthralled by her new girlfriend Taylor to care. But she was your lifelong friend. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway.

It wasn’t long after that kiss that you started sleeping with Conrad. In the light of day, you rarely saw him, catching only the barest glimpse of him through your shared fence. Yet it only ever took the single meeting of gazes to end up in some closet or empty bedroom with the boy. 

It felt unholy and blasphemous to the fantasies you had held for so long, but you relished in the rare moments of tentativeness. In every aching moment, every scorching touch, you yearned for him to see you. To notice the care and attention you place on your appearance, to trace the lines of your frame with more than just lust.

But now here you were, in his car for the first time since last summer, back when your yearning was something of tender love only felt in inexperience. The air hung heavy and you turned towards him, seeking his eyes, praying for a glimpse of the boy from last summer. If you could discern the boy of summer's past, then the love you felt would be justified. Then all the time you spent making yourself prettier, better, for him, would have been time well spent.

It would make all that you were less pathetic; because at least it would have been worth it.

When he finally turned to face you, there was nothing to be seen. He was an empty cracked shell on the shoreline and you were the foolish girl holding him close, listening for waves anyways.

And as he moved to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, leaving his hand to rest on the crook of your jaw, you let him pull you into his embrace. 

The softness of his lips was contrasted by the hard urgency in which he kissed you, inhaling in your being as though you were the air he breathed. The hand cupping your jaw travelled down the column of your neck, raising goosebumps in their wake and you gasped against his mouth when you felt him give it a gentle squeeze.

As he swept his tongue against yours, you found yourself clinging to his back, clawing the smooth muscles built from years of football. He tasted like the cigars he smoked, like fire and ash. You were lost to the sensation of Conrad’s hands on your body, too filled with wanting to be embarrassed by the way you were moaning against his lips.

The white sundress you had haphazardly thrown on in the dark was sliding up, the hem skimming your upper thighs as he pulled you across the centre console into his lap. In the dark of the night, as you straddled Conrad Fisher in his red Jeep Wrangler, you caressed the contours of his face, cupping the strong lines of his jaw.

In moments like this, you could almost pretend you didn’t feel like shit being touched in this way; you could fake a level of tender intimacy that did not exist, pretend that you were more than some easy fuck.

“Do you want to move to the back real quick?” he asked, breathless, before moving to kiss the skin above your collarbone.

Almost. 

“Uh- yeah. Sure,” you replied numbly. 

Crawling into the spacious back seats, you could feel the weight of his stare. You barely turned around before his lips were on yours once more, tasting, feeling, consuming you whole. 

This was where you always ended up. No matter which path you took, it always led back to him.

He broke away for the briefest of moments, out of breath and looked into your eyes, before peppering kisses along your jaw. 

His hand shifted away from the small of your back and you felt a tug on the bow keeping your straps up. The delicate triangles of eyelet fabric fell away, revealing your bare breasts and you could’ve sworn you saw his pupils dilate at the sight before he dove in, taking one into his delicate mouth.

Whimpering, you sank into the matte leather seats, clutching his soft curls as he explored the expanse of your chest, openmouthed, gently biting and licking the stiff nipple. Trailing wet kisses down your naval, you shivered at the buzz of his mouth against your bare skin. 

“Is this okay?” he asked. Your sundress was a scrap of fabric gathered around your waist, and he was making sure you were okay with his head between your legs.

Same old Connie.

“Yeah,” you murmured with a smile. “This is more than okay.”

The smile he gave you in return was effervescent. He was effervescent. It was always so easy to remember precisely why you had been stuck on him for so many years; why you continued to cross tightropes to keep his eyes on you.

Grinning into his kiss, you shifted your hips as he peeled away your panties. His shirt was off now, his pale skin glistening in the starlight. The echo of his zipper rang through the car, twirling around notes of heavy breathing. 

He let out a shaky breath as he slid into you easily, groaning at the way you clenched around his thick length. Pulling out a few inches, he leaned in next to you, tickling the curve of your ear with a sigh.

“You’re always so fucking tight for me,” he whispered, thrusting in hard. “Always so pretty.”

Clasping your wrists in one of his hands, he pinned them against the window, which was collecting steam. His other hand coming to grasp your hip, he began to press into you harder, his strokes gaining rhythm. The slapping of skin reverberated throughout the jeep, creating a crude melody. 

He was staring into your eyes, and for the first time that night, it felt like he was truly looking at you. All summer long, a fog had obscured his eyes, but at this moment, there was a clarity in his eyes. He was seeing you.

Shifting your legs to his shoulders, you cried out at the new angle, feeling his cock push deep against your cervix. Your knees shook as you pulsed around him, so close to finishing. 

Bringing his hand down to where you met, you felt him begin to rub your clit, drawing elaborate figure eights around the swollen bud. 

You came then, in his arms as he gave you infinity.

Pulling out quickly, Conrad stroked his length quickly, his cum spread out across your tits.

-

It was 3:05 and the cliffside air was still. In the aftermath of it all, you always found yourself stuck in the limbo between childhood friend and lover. In these moments you were both and neither.

“So- uh, did you want to walk around a bit? Or we could stop by the diner if you’re hungry…” you rambled, sounding all too loud in the quiet night air. 

“Nah, I’m good, I have to be up early to meet Cleveland,” he replied, his voice low and husky. “We should get going anyways.”

You nodded eagerly, trying not to grimace. He wasn’t looking at you. In fact, he was looking everywhere but you. 

The drive home was silent, without any attempt at conversation, as if he wasn’t inside you only 20 minutes before. As though you had not been moaning in each other's mouths, tasting the embers on his tongue.

Rolling into the shared driveway between your neighbouring beach houses, embarrassment dawned on you as the barest rays of sun graced the horizon.

“Is this the only reason you asked me here tonight?” you said, breaking the tense silence. Inside, your heart was crumbling.

Conrad said nothing. 

How did you ever think he saw you? He didn’t see you at age 12 when he had first caught your eye outside of the friendship you shared. He didn’t see you at age 14 when you had gotten your braces out and he hadn’t seen you even at age 16 when he got his first pair of glasses to combat his astigmatism.

“Don't contact me again for stuff like this,” you said, with steel in your voice. Your vision was blurring. “Maybe don’t contact me at all for a while.”

Opening the Jeep door, you stepped out on weak knees, shutting it before the boy who held the shambles of your heart in his hand could call out your name.

When you closed your front door, escaping Conrad’s sight, that was when he allowed himself to cry.