#conrad x oc

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Dr. Conrad Hawkins x OC

Eventually

(In a world where Conrad and Nic didn't get back together. Takes place in mid season 1 stage.) This is my first fan fiction in ten years so I'm rusty to say the least and I have dyslexia. So if there are mistakes, I apologize. Hope it is enjoyable. 🙂

“Dr.Frost!” the nurse yelled down the hall of the ER. Alerting me as I was attending to a different patient. Turning to see a young man will have an obvious broken leg and unconscious from the shock. “What happened to him?” I yell. I knew the kid. He was about 17 and lived in the neighborhood with a skate park next to it. Shaking her head she said “I don't know what he was doing the EMT brought him and left pretty fast saying he was stable.” nodding at her and taking him to the room with the other patient.

Working to stabilize his leg in a sling till he wakes up and checking his vitals for any residual issues Conrad enters the ER seeming to take note of my existence. Nodding back at him as a greeting, I continue my work. Dr.Pravesh entered the room looking confused,” did something happen between you and Conrad?” “um not that i'm aware of, why, did he say something?” I whisper looking at him. Shaking his head and walking away, I thought he was just acting weird. Shrugging it off and finishing my chart, moving to the doctors lounge to get something to drink.

Sitting down for the first time in hours Conrad comes walking in with that smile on his face he uses when he wants something. (If you know you know) “yes?” I inquired, taking a drink from my bottle. He sits on the table in front of me awfully close, basically like knee to knee he was so close. “I need a favor,” is all he says. I look at him waiting for the rest of it, after a few seconds,” what do you need?” “Can you meet me after work?” he asked, looking at me, his hand touching my knee in an almost pleading way. I looked at him hand and back at him,” sure out front?”

Nodding he just got up and left like nothing happened. Baffled, I was trying to think of what he needed but nothing came to mind. We were close and had flirted on and off. He wasn't with Nic anymore but I never asked about it, not my business really. Leaving the lounge I made my way to check on the kid that had come in with a broken leg. I remembered his name was William. He had helped a few younger kids that had cancer at the hospital learn to skate. He was a celebrity of sorts around here. Standing in his room of course was Conrad being his loving and encouraging self with all our patients.

“William you have the best doctor looking after you, she is the greats trust me everyone loves her,” Conrad was talking to him and i just stood there behind him listening. “Greatest? First I'm hearing this praise,” chiming in on the conservation. William was looking between us,” you have a broken leg, lucky a cast in a few weeks off your leg will be enough for you to heal properly,” I reassured him. Conrad smiled at my explanation of his condition, put a hand on my shoulder and looked at William nodding,” see she will take care of you buddy.” Leaving the room he headed to help with the ER flow leaving me with William explaining his treatment plan and going over what will happen.

Leaving for the evening, I waited for Conrad outside in front on a bench looking at traffic go by. What would I want still rattling my brain, getting anxious, going through any possible scenario coming up with nothing. Suddenly there was a person on the bench next to me. Looking at him he was silent and seemed to be thinking.

“Do you wanna go out with me sometime?”

He said looking at traffic. Then glanced at me looking for a response. Breathing out, I didn't know I was holding my breath,”yeah that sounds fun actually.” He looked at me smiling,” I still got it,” laughing to himself. I smiled,” one of us was going to ask eventually.”

That weekend we went to a sports bar with some other colleagues and I ended up back at his place. I still don't know where my underwear went in that loft.

[xinkrustardew]

Shane and Conrad :)

[bonesandchalamet]

predictable - c.fisher

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requested: y- “Can you do a conrad fisher x reader where the readers family has a house next to theirs so they grew up going to cousins for the summers (cons age), and they are in love w each other but don’t want to admit it and everyone notices it around them/teases them. maybe a flash ward to their wedding in a couple of years and everyone’s speeches are like “yeah i won the bet they would be married by now” or smth like that?“

pairings: conrad fisher x fem!reader

warnings: fluff + jokes

a/n: I hope I did this justice anon! xx there are NO spoilers of book 2 or season 2!

you can hear his voice. it’s muffled, he sounds like he’s in your kitchen, a blessing of having the bedroom right above it, but you can hear him talking to your mother.

you don’t have time to think, you just fling your legs over your mattress and rush down the stairs at an appropriate pace. you’d just woke up, maybe not your best state to be in, but you couldn’t wait to see conrad fisher. the boy next door.

he’d gone to Princeton, smart cookie if you say so yourself, and you hadn’t seen him since last summer. in fact, you only saw him maybe once or twice outside of the neighborhood and that was getting ice cream and groceries. other than that, you live by the fence that separates your yards waiting to hear the laughter and conversations from the Conklin and fisher kids.

“just tomatoes? are you sure? I can go pick out some basil—“

“no, no laurel will kill you if you do any more yard work! I can get it.” you hear conrad protest. the fisher family was used to your parents generosity, the beautiful vegetable garden grew right on the fisher/y/l/n house line, the family was more than welcome to eat and take whatever they wanted, but it didn’t stop them from being kind enough to ask. Susannah raised those boys right.

“are you sure?”

“what’s going on?” you ask, it’s like the words floated out of you when you saw him. his brown hair a little longer than normal, his t-shirt a bit smaller on him, and he’s wearing small navy blue swim trunks. a sight to make any girl swoon for a fisher.

“oh, y/n, do you think you can help conrad get some more tomatoes from the vines? it seems to be the fisher-Conklin clan has run out.” your mother hands you Susannah’s woven basket that conrad was once holding. your mother looks at you with pleading eyes but she knows you’ll do anything that has conrad fisher involved.

“happy to.” you take the basket in your hand and gesture for conrad to follow. he thanks your mother once again and follows along out the back door. you can hear not only just your heartbeat, but the blood rushing to your ears.

being alone with Conrad was sometimes awkward. at least to you it always felt that way, because you never knew how to be around him as yourself. you were so deeply in love with him that just being in his presence was enough to make you fumble over your words.

“here I can get the tomatoes.” conrad pushes past you, his shoulder brushing against your body, you could smell his cologne, the salty ocean in his hair, and the mixture of the laundry detergent Susannah uses. it was an intoxicating smell, one to make your world spin.

“you sure? they are kind of all over the place.” you chuckle setting the basket down into the grass. you start picking the beautiful blush red ones and gently place them in the basket along side the ones conrad was picking. every so often your hands would brush or you’d about pick the same tomato. you both would blush and apologize instantly for the connection.

“would you guys just kiss already! you’re making me nauseous.” Jeremiah calls over the fence line from the pool, he’s watched about every embarrassing second of you and his brothers interactions.

“come on, con!” Steven hollers, it’s loud enough for the neighbors on the other side of their house to snicker at the boys energy for far too early in the morning.

“I don’t know what their problem is.” Conrad says and it’s only for you two to hear. he’s picked up the basket from the grass now, you’re stuck with holding a few more tomatoes that he claims would be more than enough for everyone.

“no seriously, just keep those ones.”

“we have enough inside, just take them—“

“fine,” he huffs out an annoyed sigh and watches you dump them into the basket, “can I at least make you breakfast with them?”

“sounds like a plan to me.”

that day, he made you more than breakfast. he made you feel the most indescribable feeling of love and excitement. he left you walking home as beat red as those tomatoes you picked. you could thank Steven and Jeremiah for their pressure and tease, because conrad fisher did in fact kiss you that morning.

—

FUTURE

“I’m so happy for these guys because today I became twenty dollars richer,” Jeremiah pauses, the laughter of friends and family make you both blush, “so thank you Steven for believing they would never get married. here’s to the bride and the groom!” Jeremiah holds his champagne glass up, others in the room follow.

“you really bet we would get married?” Conrad turns to his brother who passes the microphone to belly before sitting down beside him.

Jeremiah’s hands clap his brothers shoulder, “we also made a bet that you’d kiss her that summer. belly also made a bet that you’d have tomatoes on the menu, looks like you guys are the most predictable couple ever.”

[riickgrimes]

I th- I thought we loved each other. We did. I guess not enough.

[nutonmydraco]

✶ 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧. . . 📜 .ᐟ

📂 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ includes: matt sturniolo, chris sturniolo, and more. . .

🪞fluff / 🧚🏻 smut / 🧷 angst / 🐇 a wattpad original

𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗦 ‧₊˚ 🎞️ | short series

🎟️ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ in which i write a few short series based on iconic romance and rom-com movies we all know and love <3

i. the proposal ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!reader

y/n is an executive editor for a book company in manhattan, new york. while she may be a powerful woman, many of her workers despise her. when y/n learns that she’s going to face deportation and has to return to canada, she does the unthinkable. she lies through her teeth and reveals to her boss that she’s getting married to her assistant, matt sturniolo.

🪞 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

ii. 10 things i hate about you ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!reader

on the first day of school, finn instantly falls for the most popular girl in school; cassie. his plan to ask cassie out is destroyed when he learns that she’s forbidden to date until her ill-tempered, hates-all-men, un-dateable older sister, y/n, does. desperate, finn finds a possible match all over the school for y/n until he comes across the perfect one—the ‘bad boy’ with a bad reputation, chris sturniolo.

🪞 / 🧚🏻 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

iii. to all the boys i’ve loved before ✷ conrad fisher x fem!reader

five times. that’s how many times y/n has fallen in love and for each guy, she’s written a love letter that she keeps hidden in an old box. the letters remain a secret until y/n’s little sister sent all five letters to each guy it was addressed to. y/n was unaware of it until conrad fisher walked up to her one day, the folded paper in his hand. in an attempt to get his ex-girlfriend back, conrad proposes an idea that they should date. well, pretend to.

🪞 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

iv. roman holiday ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!reader

it’s 1953 and princess y/n has arrived in rome, italy. overwhelmed by her suffocating schedule, princess y/n escapes from the palace in the middle of the night and into the cobblestoned streets of rome. lost and frightened, she runs into an american freelance journalist, matt sturniolo, who shows her what it’s like to live a normal life.

🪞 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

v. the parent trap ✷ harry styles x fem!reader

divorced parents. two daughters—twins. after meeting at summer camp, anya and juliette devise a plan to switch identities to give each other a chance to spend time with the parent they’ve missed. if their scheme goes well, they have a chance to bring their mom, y/n, and dad, harry, back together and become a family again.

🪞 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

+ more. . . <3 soon.

𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗧 𝗣𝗘𝗣𝗦𝗜 ‧₊˚ ⛪️ | one shots

🪽₊˚⊹ ━━ in which i write one shots for you! my inbox is open, so if you want to leave a request, feel free to let me know!

NOTE . . . .ᐟ requests that include certain kinks (e.g., piss kink), incest, anal, threesomes, and any other topics i find uncomfortable will be ignored.

i. little black dress ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ i wanna see the way you move for me, baby. . . ❞

in an attempt to move on from a brutal breakup with her piece-of-shit boyfriend, y/n gets dolled up for a frat party her friend had begged her to come to. hoping to just forget about it all by getting wasted, y/n is taken by surprise when she meets a frat boy, chris sturniolo, who had his eyes on her and her little black dress from the moment she walked in.

🧚🏻 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

one night stand, fratboy!chris, nsfw

ii. only angel ✷ harry styles x fem!reader

❛❛ it turns out she’s a devil in between the sheets. . . ❞

famous popstar, harry styles, is performing at the 2017 victoria’s secret fashion show and he’s more ready than ever. while performing ‘only angel’, harry is captivated when an angel herself, y/n, steps out to walk down the runway. after the show, harry takes it upon himself to ask if he could take her out for dinner—only to end up stumbling into harry’s hotel room to do more french kissing than talking.

🧚🏻 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

famous!harry, model!y/n, nsfw

iii. juno ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ give me more than just some butterflies. . . ❞

rumors have been going around that famous popstar, y/n, and nfl player, chris sturniolo, are dating after months of being spotted together by fans and paparazzis. attending y/n’s show for the first time, chris is taken by surprise by the ‘freaky position’ she does on stage, all while looking at him. of course, fans go insane.

🪞⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

singer!y/n, nflplayer!chris, fluff

iv. i can see you ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ and i could see you up against the wall with me. . . ❞

y/n has been thinking about this guy in her english class—his hair, his face, his glasses. they’ve never spoken before, but y/n can’t help but develop feelings for him. maybe it’s the way he talks, or walks, or maybe it’s just his face. y/n finally gets the courage to talk to him, lying that she needs help with an assignment but he sees right through her. the only problem is that he’s her professor.

🧚🏻 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

professor!matt, student!y/n, older!matt, both are consenting adults, y/n is 21+, nsfw

+ more. . . <3 soon.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗬 ‧₊˚ 📰 | series

☁ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ in which i write multiple series filled with angst, fluff, and smut!

i. don’t blame me ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ lord, save me, my drug is my baby. . . ❞

y/n has had a secret admirer for months. every morning is the same thing—a note falls out from her locker, talking about her smile, her beauty, her everything. she throws each note away, and never thinks about it again. after being partnered up with chris, the quiet boy, in chemistry class, she forms a genuine bond with him. things begin to change when boys she has ever dated and her enemies were found in the woods, lifeless.

🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

obsessed!chris, killer!chris, quiet!chris, nsfw, angst, thriller

ii. sweet relief ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ it’s just something only we know. . . ❞

y/n has despised her brother’s best friend for years, but no one seems to know why. every time matt comes over to their house, y/n’s mood turns sour. growing tired of it, her brother, jax, forces y/n and matt to spend time together by leaving them at their family’s beach house. with no choice, the two spend the night together, learning to get along. as unexpected feelings surface, both agree to keep their new understanding a secret from jax—for now.

🪞 / 🧚🏻 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

brother’s best friend, enemies to lovers, nsfw, angst

+ more. . . <3 soon.

𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗧 ‧₊˚ 🩹 | fics

⛓️‍💥 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ in which i incorporate my wattpad fics on tumblr and continue them <3 and also make new fics with designated names for oc’s instead of ‘y/n’ !

i. fool’s gold ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!oc

❛❛ i know your love’s not real. . . ❞

bianca sinclair is the new girl in somerville high school. this being her senior year, she vows to not let boys distract her. that is until she meets chris sturniolo, the football player who’s known for also being a player outside of the field. things take a turn when bianca is asked to tutor chris in spanish and they spend more time together outside of school. in attempt to make his ex-girlfriend jealous and hide the fact that he has a tutor, he asks bianca the unthinkable—for her to be his fake girlfriend.

🪞 / 🧷 / 🐇 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

fake dating, footballplayer!chris, madison beer fc

ii. the great war ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!oc

❛❛ my hand was the one you reached for. . . ❞

ellsworth, maine became a silent town days after the sturniolo brothers moved in across the street from adelaide westwood. adelaide can’t help but become more curious about the enigmatic boy who smoked more than he talked, matt sturniolo. fear hovers over the town when a series of murder is reported, and she suspects that matt is the killer. surely, he’s hiding something, right? adelaide makes it her mission to unravel the truth matt seems to be secretive about, that is if he is hiding anything at all, before the whole town drowns in a bloodbath. or worse, before she’s next.

🧷 / 🐇 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

thriller, biker!matt, cindy kimberly fc

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[sunbaby01]

Sweeter than usual

Conrad Fisher x reader

“I’ll take care of this guys” Conrad flashed his fake ID around the car ignoring Jeremiah’s baffled “with that?” and the giggles coming from Belly and Emmy in the backseat.

It only took 5 minutes of then staring at the store in silence before Conrad came out the store empty handed.

“Oh, no. What, ID didn’t work Mr Herbertson?” Jeremiah leaned out the window mockingly at Conrad before winking at Belly who was also leaning out of her window too.

“Fuck off. At least I have one” Conrad drawled, raising his middle finger to emphasise his words. Emmy tried to ignore the way his attitude sent chills down her spine, really she did. Honest.

“What?” Jeremiah scoffed moving out the car, “listen, it’s cause I don’t need one all right? Jumper and I are tight, we’re like bros. C’mon how hard could it be?” He shut the door behind him flashing a smirk at them all ‘watch and learn’ he mouthed.

Famous last words.

“Watch and learn my ass” Emmy snorted.

“Awww look at that face” Conrad teased and Belly laughed at the pair.

“So, what? Do you want to, like, pay someone to in and buy it for us or…?” Jere started.

“Try a different store? Hop a few towns over where they don’t know us as well?” Conrad finished.

Belly and Emmy looked at one another in the back seat, communicating with their eyes. The long years of being best friends allowed that sort of thing. Emmy lifted a brow first as if to say ‘you’re up’

Belly sighed “Yeah, I just don’t think that anyone is gonna buy your Guam ID”

“I mean who even chooses Guam-“ Emmy leant forward resting her chin on Conrad’s seat.

“I’d love to hear your plan Belly. And don’t even get me started Emmeline. I don’t see either of you heading to the store” Conrad turned to make eye contact with Emmy holding her gaze.

“Why don’t I just go in and ask?” Belly said confidently. Too confidently.

“That’s not gonna work” Conrad disagreed, Jeremiah nodded along. “It won’t”

“Okay” Belly shrugged and got out the car.

“Yeah I didn’t think that was her plan” Emmy sighed and rubbed her hand over her face and in Belly’s defence, inside the store she’d been the closest to success and yet still left empty handed.

“Well now what?” Jere asked the four once again.

“Emmy…” Belly started.

“No” the girl stopped her.

“But look at your outfit you could so do it. And, you’ve done it before-“ she contributed

“Leave the clothes out of it Belly. And yeah I’ve done it. At home with friends. In desperate times, not here in cousins”

The boys looked at one another in confusion before Belly caught Conrad’s eye lifting a brow the boy immediately understanding what she needed.

“C’mon Emmy this is a desperate time” he begged her, looking at her in the way he reserved for her, feeling a grin pull at his lips when she rolled her eyes and let out a groan.

“Conrad Fisher, you fucking owe me,” she pointed to the eldest boy.

“Anything you want” he allowed himself to smile at her flushed cheeks, “so what’s actually happening?” he looked back to his brother when both girls stepped out the car, the siblings rushing to follow them. When Conrad rounded the back of the car his eyes widened slightly. Emmy’s denim skirt been undone and rolled down at the waistband and her halter top adjusted to show more cleavage. Well, shit. She’d already looked hot but this? This was too much.

“Hey…uh maybe we should just drive a town over after all?” He tried to remain cool rubbing at the back of his neck, eyes flickering down at the girl.

“It’ll be the same there,” she sighed, “who did you say was working today?” She asked Jere groaning once again when he reminded her it was Jumper.

“Fuck” she mumbled, ignoring Belly’s whoop and Jeremiah’s whistle as she walked towards the store emphasising her hips as she did so. She couldn’t, however, ignore Conrad’s eyes burning into her.

“Maybe we should go get her?” Conrad tapped his foot, gaze not breaking from the store door.

“Connie it’s been like 2 minutes” Jere smacked his back moving to wrap his arms around Belly.

“Two minute too fucking long” he huffed, looking at the sky.

“Better open the trunk boys!” Her voice called out and he snapped his gaze back down seeing her grin as she walked towards them. Jumper may as well have been hypnotised the way he was following her and looking at her. Conrad clenched his jaw.

“Don’t get pulled over and god if you do? I’ll claim you stole in on my shift. I’ll see you tonight?” Jumper turned his attention to Emmy and ran his eyes over her one more time not noticing her noncommittal nod before heading back to work.

“What?” She asked Conrad who just stared blankly. “Half cherry, half coke” she shrugged and held out the cups to Jere and Belly who smiled in thanks already sipping them and heading to the car. She then pulled out the lolly from her pocket quickly ridding the wrapper and placing the candy in her mouth.

“Nothing for me?” Conrad questioned lifting the final crate of alcohol into the trunk and closing it.

“You hate slushys say they’re too sugary..” she trailed off as he stepped closer to her.

“I still like sweet things” he corrected her, reaching forward and pulled her hand holding the sucker towards his mouth.

“Mmm” he moaned slightly, “sweeter than usual” Conrad smirked, heading back towards the drivers seat.

Well, fuck.

[jahayla-parker]

going off of the other persons request, can we get headcanons for dating conrad fisher?

Ahhh thank you for the request. Tbh it’s a bit generic so I kinda went that same route, hope that’s okay!

Dating Conrad Fisher Headcanons

Beach dates

Playing volleyball together

Conrad teaching you how to surf

Conrad showing you how to throw a football

Playing flag or touch football with Conrad and Jeremiah, with Conrad being overprotective of you during the game

Him trying to push you away when he fears he doesn’t deserve you or that you’re bored with him

But you know him well enough to see through it and he calms down after you talk it out

Conrad learning how to play your favorite songs on his guitar

Conrad would be the ‘she can wear what she wants, I know how to fight’ kind of boyfriend

But he’d be watching guys carefully all night. He’d want you to wear whatever you wanted and he wasn’t going to stop you. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be ready to protect you if he needed to.

Conrad would buy you a meaningful necklace that has either some inside joke/meaning to it or other personal value behind it

Conrad secretly memorizing even the tiniest things about you because you are his world

Conrad would do whatever it took to make you smile

He’d try to surprise you with random dates or grand gestures from time to time

Conrad would never forget your birthday, your guys’ anniversary, or any other important dates

Taglist: @wolfmoonmusic

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masterlist 🪷

feel free to leave requests for things like 911, marvel, stranger things, obx, the oc, harry styles/niall horan, sturniolo triplets (no smut or inappropriate stuff for them), tsitp, and i’ll probably write more in the future!

tiktok - mvltivspm (edits :))

nsfw = *

the oc.

• “quiet, baby” - r.a **

• labyrinth - r.a

marvel.

this is me trying - p.p

for whom the bell tolls - p.p

teenage fever - p.p

hollow prayers - p.p

stranger things.

RIP 2 my youth - lumax

911

how to save a life - e.b

you found me - e.b (can be seen as pt 2 to htsal)

cowboy like me - e.b

lost in the fire - e.b

boyfriends - e.b

sweet nothing - e.b

this town - e.b

how you get the girl - e.d

how to disappear - e.b

the feels - e.b

head over heels - e.b

cardigan - e.d

wasteland, baby! - e.b

here with me - e.b

put a little love on me - e.b

must be love - e.b

night changes - e.d

love. - e.d

slipping through my fingers - e.b

falling in reverse - e.d

la vie en rose - e.b

love grows (where my rosemary goes) - e.b

hold on to me - e.d

solitude - e.b

dreaming of you - e.b

arms of a stranger - e.b

chasing pavements - e.d

all too well - e.d

medicine - e.b

kids - b.n

mr. rager - e.d

mr rager cont. - e.b

fallen - e.b

are you with me - e.b

are you with me cont. - e.b

pity party - e.b **

lover - e.b

sos - e.d

waves - e.b

come back, be here - e.b

next step - e.b

skyfall - e.b

heart like yours - e.b

let the light in - e.d

genius (skyfall cont.) - e.b

lovin’ on you - e.b

boyfriend - e.b

this love - e.b

what was i made for - e.b

delicate - e.b

begin again - e.b

you belong with me - e.b

i can see you - e.b

dancing with our hands tied - e.b

happier - e.b

look after you - e.d

the last time - e.d

bad omens - e.b

clean - e.b

you get me so high - e.b

how to never stop being sad - e.b

no time to die - e.d

close to you - e.b

something in the orange - e.b

i wish you were sober - e.b

something pretty - e.b

santa baby - e.b

i think he knows - e.b

in for it - e.b

outside i keep it quiet - e.b

suburban legends (pt.1) - r.p

connections - o.s

the summer i turned pretty.

meet me at our spot - c.f

mirrorball - c.f

champagne & sunshine - c.f **

matilda - c.f

don’t blame me - c.f

dress - c.f **

electric touch - c.f

false prophets - j.f

hc for cam cameron!!

hc for conrad fisher!!

you are in love - s.c

tv - c.c

midnight rain - s.c

home for the holidays - c.f

going, going, gone - c.f

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

jonah hauer-king

i got you babe - j.h.k

meltdown - j.h.k

bring me to life - p.e

you’re losing me - j.h.k

[owlexarts]

Hello tumblr y’all are getting this before instagram

[love-toxin]

every time I think about conrad i think about that tiktok of a couple on a ski lift that's like "you're in his dms, i'm free bleeding in his long johns.we are not the same"

(cws: periods, blood)

tbh this is real shit--Conrad is so unfazed by blood, guts and gore that it's kinda scary, but you soon realize it's less because of his job as a killer and more because he just grew up out in the sticks and he's used to it. Like you think of a big scary man that's lived rural all his life and is very traditionally masculine and it's a given to think he'd be really opposed to that kind of realness, but he's all the way on the other side of the spectrum. Man's never seen a tampon in his life but he'd let you bleed in his clothes and on his bed with just a shrug of his shoulders. It's gotta go somewhere.

He's actually offended if you don't let him touch you while you're on the rag; "You think the blood is dirty? I know dirty, this is not that. Hush now. Open your legs." no fear whatsoever. If it's normal then what is there to fear? Your body is doing what it's supposed to. It's preparing you for a baby. And that's all the better for Conrad to know you're not yet expecting--but you could, perhaps, if the time ever came around.

[xinkrustardew]

Suggestive Shane (SDV) content under the cut🫣

Told y'all I had some Suggestive stuff🧍 Shane being g a y

[bonesandchalamet]

the last night - c.fisher

masterlist

pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader

warnings: some angst?? + some fluff

a/n: kinda hate this!!! if you have any Conrad or Jeremiah requests my inbox is open!! there are NO spoilers to season 2 or book 2!!!

the thing with Conrad was that he never said what he wanted to say. he let opportunities and moments pass instead of stepping up and saying what’s on his chest.

you spent all summer chasing after his heart. living for the little lines of hope that he would give you every other night. he had the capability of making you feel like the most important girl in the world, only to tear it down and make you feel like the smallest the next day.

the final night of summer had finally fallen under cousins beach. it was the last night for anything. you could either leave your whole heart on the line, or walk away with your tail in between your legs scared of admitting the truth.

that was the ability August had on summer romances. it only lasts for so long until that dreaded month rolled around. the one that threatens everything.

“any plans?” Jeremiah asks. he slips into the lounge chair beside you. two of you soaking up the final rays as much as you could. you didn’t care if you left looking like a lobster, summer was officially ending.

“no,” you pause for a brief second before turning to him, “you?” you ask and tilt your sunglasses down your nose. his hair just reaches above his eyes, blond highlights from the summer scatter across his head.

“something with steven. you’re not hanging out with con?”

you shrug and turn your attention back to the pool where conrad swims laps. his heads underwater, you’re sure he can’t hear a thing when you turn back to his brother, “I’ll probably just stay in and pack.”

“that’s boring.” you hear from across the pool. your head swivels in the direction of his voice. he’s drying off with a towel sitting on the edge of his chair.

“well what are you doing then?” you bite back. watching him take a swig out of his beer, you roll your eyes in disgust. you can’t help but want those lips against yours despite the bitter contents against them.

he shrugs his shoulders in response. you watch him get up from the side of the pool and saunter his way over to you and Jeremiah, “something more entertaining than rereading that book, that you’ve read no more than five pages of.”

he picks the book up by the spine tossing it into your lap, the pages spill out against your stomach.

this was another thing you hated about conrad. how his words were always cold and bitter, even if you know he didn’t mean them the blow still hurt.

you feel nervous under his gaze. the way his eyes were hard on you before he slips into the summer house and you can breathe again.

you look over at Jeremiah who shrugs his shoulders and says, “august means he goes to school. no more him ruining my parade.”

there it is again. the reminder you didn’t need to hear: it was in fact august.

—

summer with conrad was a rollercoaster. one minute, you were having the best time of your life. chasing the high of the ride. and then the next, your stomach was twisting in knots and sobbing into your pillow over the silly things he’s said.

maybe your friends back home were right. this should be the year you let go of conrad. this summer was his final chance to get it right.

except, summer was just starting to end. he never got his act right like you wanted, and you kept chasing him like you always did. god, he had the ability to make you look like a kid chasing after a balloon in the sky. so naive it’ll come down.

you’re seated in the back of Jeremiah’s car. Steven in the front seat, shayla beside you in the back. this was a now or never type of moment. you could go inside and convince conrad to join the last beach party of the year, or go alone.

“just go talk to him.” Steven turns to you in the back seat, “you’re the only one that can convince him.” his eyes are pleading for you to get out and go.

the boys would be fine without conrad, it was you they knew would regret the choice you made.

you huff out a sigh pushing open the car door and allowing it to slam behind you. you rush up those front steps and carefully place the door behind you.

you snuck up the stairs and without a thought in your mind, push open his bedroom door. lucky for you, he’s laying in bed.

“can I help you?” he crosses his arms over his crinkled blue t-shirt, eyes narrowing on yours and suddenly you’re speechless.

like all the words you wanted to say were stuck in your throat. you wanted to express how you wanted one last night with him, that the summer was over, and this was your last time together until next year. but you don’t find yourself saying that.

“there’s a beach party, did you want to go?”

you swallow the thick saliva in your throat. you suddenly feel like a little girl asking for your mom to extend your summer curfew. your fingers nervously toy with the loose ends of your shorts, your shoes anxiously tap against the creaking hard wood floor.

“I’m a little old for that.” he replies back turning to the book he’s snuck under the bed. you laugh, seeing it’s an identical copy to the one you’ve read each summer in cousins.

“its not even 8pm and you’re in bed reading? what a loser.” you scoff making him smile. it doesn’t happen often, the words you say only have the impact to make Steven or Jeremiah laugh, so this was a win. a smile was a win.

“what if I just want to spend time here with you?” he asks. the way his eyes shimmer under the nightstand light lure you in. how could you say no?

“it’s the last night of summer.” you say inching closer to the side of the his bed. you want to hang out with the people sitting in the car waiting for your arrival with him. but would you really skip the chance to have one last time alone?

his arm extends outward, finger tips grazing the back of your knee, “and?” he asks, head tilting upwards to look at you. he makes you swallow nervously. his stare turns butterflies in your stomach.

“and I want to spend it with you too.” you pull on his arm slightly, his weight too much for you to pull him upward out of bed, “so come join us will you? please?”

“alright, alright I’m coming.”

[riickgrimes]

[yanverse]

conrad my beloved 🥹 he’s not gonna win against the sheer force that is harley chicken man in the polls but he’s still number one in my heart <3

i think he’s been too uwu lonely russian boy from a small village in his tag lately from ur og blog so i wanna know what he’s like when he snaps hehe

like how would he hunt down and punish a darling who’s been affectionately biding her time to escape when he’s out hunting? cause idk if he’d be as scary as ilya but i would welcome it 👀

want scary conrad? i can give you scary conrad.....<3

hunted -- conrad dmitriev

(cws: DDDNE, yandere, stalking, kidnapping, violence against reader, blood, injuries, guns/knives, cutting/scarring, implied somno/noncon, manipulation, death mentions)

word count: 2k

Not even the pitch of the settling dark could mask the eyes that follow you between the trees. 

These woods aren't for the faint of heart. Those who live here were born here, survived here, and will inevitably die here. Considering there's only been one–at least in recent memory–who has escaped that curse, it's clear to anyone with sight that this harrowing corner of the world is meant for only two things; locals and wildlife. 

And trees, of course. Enough to cluster in scattered array, leaving only tiny clearings in between in which to get your bearings, though you can never really stop moving in this cold. The snow isn't so much a hindrance as it is a hurdle; glaringly obstructive in the way caution tape would be around a bloody car crash. It should be circumvented with great caution by those who don't wish despair upon their own selves, yet here you are in the thick of it. Cold, wet, and completely, utterly lost. 

Conrad warned you of these dangers, but you ignored him. Why would you possibly take the advice of someone who betrayed you? His whole story was made up of lies–why he was conveniently in the area the night you came across each other, what exactly he had to do with your car that seemingly sprouted an issue from nowhere, and who he even was altogether. Course, you could've been a touch more scrutinizing…you can't exactly imagine, at least not easily, that a man who lives almost entirely alone in an isolated forest of the country could live comfortably with his sanity still intact. He isn't just an ice fisher that sells his produce to the near-zero visitors of this confusing wasteland. Conrad is a killer. A killer for hire, no less. 

And right now, unbeknownst to you, you're his next target….well, unknowingly until your footsteps halt in the knee-deep snow for a breather, and the softest click sounds right at the base of your skull. You don't need to turn your head to see. Nobody else would make it this far without leaving footprints in this awful snow. 

“Malyshka.” That word bleeds into you with every syllable, puffed hotly over the skin of your ear from behind. It stirs up memories, good ones for once, of that loving nickname uttered in laughter and scorn and a teasing lilt as Conrad takes you by the hand and waltzes you through his living room. The tinny scratchiness of his cheap, portable radio gave the cabin a hum that still resonates in your veins, but you can't go back to that world even if you wanted to. That place will forever be tainted with the memories of Conrad's twisted fascination with you, permanently marred by deceit and thinly-veiled manipulation. 

It doesn't seem like that matters at all to your former lover, however. Because when Conrad grips your arm in that deathly squeeze, you get the sense immediately that he's betting on taking you back. He's going to walk you through the snow right back where you came from, and he's going to be so angry he won't sleep for days. That's what you think.

The butt of his rifle cracking you in the skull isn't what you expected, however. The crunch of bone under the varnished chunk of wood sickens you to the core of your soul, a warmth exploding out from your hair and splattering the ground as you immediately collapse forward. Your dead weight sinks you deep into the snow, but even then, and even in your dazed state, you feel it's much shallower here than before. Maybe that's why Conrad waited to corner you here–maybe it will be easier to pile the snow on top of your body when he kills you in his rage. 

Time slows to a tick all of a sudden. Conrad's boots crunching in the snow around you ripples a series of shivers through you, your warm body growing colder by the minute as he circles you like a hungry predator. Shiiing, click, thummp. The sound of his gun being slung over his shoulder catches your focus, and then the distinct slice through the sheath as Conrad pulls out his knife. You know the one. That thing is big. And sharp. You cut your hand on it once accidentally and he just about lost his mind with worry. Doesn't seem like he's all too concerned about that now, though.

Although his voice carries between the whispers and howls of the wind, you couldn't understand him if you tried. You've lost the privilege of Conrad speaking your language, evidently, because while he is addressing you not a word of it is in English. It's just another way to control you…another way to show you his love, if he were to spin it that way. 

A beat of silence passes without note. He's stopped moving. You can feel him, his body heat, hovering over you from above. The knife is probably just dangling in his hand, wondering if he should drop it or bring your life to an end with force, grant you some kind of small mercy as he takes you apart before finally slitting your throat like a hunted animal. Conrad stands waiting, watching you lie motionless and dizzy in the snow, and even once you feel him sink to his knees on top of you there's no strength in you to move. Blood pools at the base of your neck from the gash he's probably left in your head. I'm going to die. Your own voice ringing from within triggers you into a push, your fingernails digging into hard, packed snow as you try to lift yourself up–but even though he doesn't hit you a second time, Conrad isn't gentle as he grips your neck and shoves you back down. 

“Still.” He quietly mumbles amid the harsh breeze whistling past your ears. “Stay, malyshka.” 

Clearly, he wanted an answer. Your silence is more than enough of one however, and with a swing and an arc of the blade your lover is rrrrrrripping your clothes apart, knife cutting cleanly up the back of the too-thin flannel that you stole in lieu of a proper coat. Through the layers underneath he slices with practiced ease, catching patches of skin with the tip but not allowing the beads of blood to distract him from his task. Your eyes dart sideways to see his gloved fingers carving out a lump of snow from near your head, a few trickles of blood from your wound staining the purity of those white, soft haloes. He raises it quick and your arms tense at the feeling of that sting hitting your bare back–but it isn't the blade first, it's that clump of snow dragging down your flesh…the knife comes straight after that, piercing your aching skin as insult to injury, and his deep, sudden strokes that split you apart have you writhing and kicking out on the ground in agony. 

Pure, violent hatred spills out of you in those moments, your screams echoing off the trees with just the same tremor as the howling, squealing winds blowing through the mountains. Conrad only cares for your pain when it impedes his progress, his knee coming down harshly on your lower back to keep you from squirming away as he makes his cuts. He must be trying to dig your organs out, he's killing you, he's surely tracing out your most valuable spots with such aggressive stabs of unconscionable, burning, violent torment. Will he wait for you to die? Will he make sure before he leaves? Will he drag your corpse back home with him, frozen and stiff, or will he leave you for the wolves and bears and god knows what else out in these woods? 

As your blood drains into the snow, those thoughts become less and less urgent. As your willpower fades into numbness, the cold pressing into your back grows from a sting into a shaking, fragile numbness that spreads outward. You must be dying now, you can only imagine that your body will give out at any moment if Conrad doesn't stop. It hasn't even occurred to you yet that he has stopped, not until you catch a peripheral glimpse of his black-cloaked hand cleaning the blade in the snow. It's your blood that trickles down the handle…and there's so much of it you're on the verge of losing all hope. There's only the tiniest, faintest glimmer left, and it's fading just as fast as your consciousness. 

“...Look how pretty you are now, malyshka.” 

Those words will haunt you into death, you're most certain. They're the last ones to linger in your ears as the whiteness grows dark, and your eyes flutter closed while the sound of a drip, drip, drip echoes your dreamless sleep…

Drip, drip, drip. 

You'd know the sound anywhere. It's easier to listen to without that wind howling in your ears, but it's going to be harder to locate. This time, when your eyes open within the warmth of a closed-in room, gratitude isn't the first thing you feel for surviving another night in this dense nightmare. 

It's pain. Hot, unbearable, searing pain, violating you in senses inconceivable as it crawls in waves down your back; violent, stiffening, and like a hot iron being pressed up and down and up and down on constant repeat. The warm air of the cabin isn't helping at all as it hits your marked flesh, it's only drawing further attention towards the dripping of something warm down your legs, but at the very least you can tell by the pillow you've drooled on that you're not laying on the open wounds. No, you've been left exposed, with the ache in your hips something you hadn't noticed before, and the weight that's shifted the bed alerts you that someone is tending them for you…and he's singing. Gently. Some lullaby in his native tongue, no doubt, as his hands move quietly and carefully up and down the flesh he ruined. 

“Pretty thing.” You can just barely catch a glimpse of him looming from behind, the din of the cabin shadowing the expression on his pale face. Conrad's muttering puts you off at once, but there's nothing you can do about it now. He meant to kill you, but he changed his mind. He took you back to the cabin to rest, and…make up for lost time, if the stickiness of your thighs is any indication. Maybe that mind will be changed again…and you can only hope it does, because whatever he carved into your back, it can't be out of love. No matter how much he's going to try to convince you it is. “You are hurt, love. You want whiskey?” 

What hurts more is that you can feel the smirk in his tone. He's having a laugh at you. You tried to run but I caught you. I'll always catch you. You can never hide from me. That's what he's probably thinking. 

“No…” Somehow, from some deep well of power within you, your voice forms in a trembling resistance to his strength. Conrad's hands covered in balm and fibres of gauze he's tying round you pause, if just for a moment, and in the relative silence with those drip, drip, drips in the background you find the rest of your voice. 

“...I want you dead.”

How laughable. Conrad doesn't laugh, he merely tuts at you–a disapproving parent scolding a young scoundrel. If you weren't so appallingly special to him, he might punish that rejection of his help with a slap or an elbow right into those throbbing wounds that spell out his name. Instead, he dips his head low, and lets his deep, rough whisper creep into your ear and make a home in the deepest pits of fear that reside in your pretty little head.

“Then you just try to kill me, malyshka.” 

[harp33rqq]

im soooo curious will you tell us more about your disco elysium oc ?? a little introductory perhaps ?? ^_^

HELLOOOO!! sorry for answering so late!! I was making a character sheet for my oc to answer your ask!! :3 (i was too lazy to render him because i was rushing to post this)

THIS IS HIM!! He's been in the RCM for 12 years

He came from Graad when he was a teenager with his parents because of his dad. He 'helps' pay for his parent's apartment with his money. Everyone at his precinct is a bit mean to him because he has trouble remembering things. (He keeps a journal/notebook that's filled with so many extra paper and sticky notes that are mostly just reminders.)

He doesn't like how people treat him in his precinct, especially when he gets assigned a case with someone from there; So he asks his superiors to pair him up with anyone that's not from his precinct.

That's all for now!! I might change his background later because I'm sure if it's accurate to DE lore 😓😓

EXTRAAAAAA

his portrait (tried to make it similar to the DE artstyle! 1!!1)

[jahayla-parker]

Her Faithful Protector: Conrad Fisher x Reader

Part 4

Descr.: Part 4, 4.3k wc, see series link below for full description. This part's theme: Conrad learns more and it and officially acts on it.

Warnings: see series link below for warnings.

Her Faithful Protector Series Navigation

Conrad made it to y/n’s house quickly, not caring to lock his car as he bolted to the front door. He looked inside through the slit in the window blinds to survey the occupants. Conrad noticed y/n’s father and brother were in the living room, talking as her mother stood beside them displaying something on her phone. He couldn’t go in through the front door then.

Conrad dashed around to the backside of y/n’s house and slid in the back door. Knowing where everyone was, he was able to rush upstairs. Just before opening y/n’s door, Conrad spoke just loud enough for her to hear through the door; announcing that it was only him.

Opening the door, Conrad sighed softly upon seeing y/n curled up in a ball on her bed. He quickly approached and knelt by her bedside, brushing her hair from her face. Conrad felt his heart break when he saw the dried tears on y/n’s cheeks. “Did he-“ Con whispered.

“No” y/n’s frail voice answered. “I just didn’t expect him to show up” she confessed.

Conrad sighed and nodded, “I’m sorry babe”.

“I’m just glad you came” y/n told him, gripping his hand.

“Of course I came,” Conrad cooed. “Do you want to get out of here? I can help you sneak out the back” he offered. “Your family is in the living room area right now” Conrad assured her.

Y/n bit her lip, “I don’t want to risk it, if he thinks I’m sneaking out…”. She stopped and shook her head, “and, mom would probably agree with him that I need to be in trouble”.

Conrad gritted his teeth but nodded. “Okay, but I’m staying with you then” he said, rising from his kneeling position.

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, her hopeful eyes staring up at him as he stood beside her.

“Of course I’m sure” Conrad replied. “I don't feel safe letting you be here alone when you're in this shape, nor when he’s here” he said softly, rubbing her temple with his thumb.

Y/n nodded rapidly and moved over so that Conrad could get in beside her.

Conrad lifted the covers and slid in next to y/n, immediately wrapping his arms around her. “I’ve got you, sleep love” he whispered, his lips against her forehead.

Conrad paced, ignoring the party scene around him as he waited for y/n to call. When she finally did, he picked up before the first tone of the notification completed. “Babe, are you okay?” he rushed out in a panic.

“Con,” y/n’s voice cracked, similar to that first night he found out she was hurt.

Conrad clenched his phone tightly as he made his way to his car, “y/n? What’s-“.

“I need you Con” y/n sniffled. She took an audible deep breath, “I’m sorry- I- I tried- I- but- I- I-“.

“Shhh” Conrad whispered, “I’m on my way”. He gripped his steering wheel firmly, “I need to know, are you hurt?” Conrad placed his phone on speaker as he threw the car into reverse and backed out of the parking space.

Y/n didn’t give him an answer. Instead, she just asked, “you’re coming right?”.

“I’m coming y/n/n, I promise” Conrad swore, thrusting his gear shifter into gear as he sped off from the party. “Is he still there?” he questioned.

“No” y/n mumbled.

“Okay” Conrad sighed in relief. “Okay good. I’m almost there okay, just keep breathing, 5 in and 5 out, yeah?” he encouraged softly.

“I’m trying” y/n whimpered.

“I know, it’s okay” Conrad soothed. He worked with y/n, getting her to breathe steadily while he made his way to her.

“Are you in your room, or?” Conrad asked as he turned onto her street.

“No, I… I’m outside. It happened out here and I didn’t want y/b/n to see me like this” y/n explained.

Conrad panicked but kept his voice soft for y/n’s sake. “Okay I get that” he acknowledged. “You’re by the back patio then?” Conrad clarified.

“Yeah” y/n sniffled.

“Okay, I’ll see you soon. okay?” Conrad asked as he pulled into y/n’s driveway. Once y/n hung up, he threw his car into park. Conrad sprinted to the back of her house once again. His eyes immediately found y/n’s crumpled form leaning against the patio siding. Conrad dove onto the sand beside her, his eyes trialing over her to take inventory of her injuries.

“You’re here” y/n whimpered, her eyes heavy-lidded.

“I’m here, just like I promised” Conrad nodded. “Now, where are you hurt?” He guided.

Y/n turned so that the light from the next-door neighbor’s house allowed Conrad to see the back of her arm.

Conrad sucked in a gasp of air as he noticed the large gash on y/n’s arm that was still dripping blood. “Okay, hold on” he breathlessly requested.

“Where are you going?” Y/n questioned worriedly as Conrad stood.

“I’m grabbing the first-aid kit from my Jeep” Conrad explained. “I’ll be back” he assured her.

“Promise?” Y/N’s small voice asked.

“Of course I’m coming back for you babe. I just need to get you some bandages, okay? I’m not leaving you” Conrad swore, his heart in his stomach at her pleas.

Y/n nodded and watched Conrad run to his car. When Conrad came back, he noticed y/n’s eyes were distant and she seemed a bit confused when he returned to her side.

“You’re here” y/n mumbled again.

Conrad nodded slowly. “I came back for you. I promised I would, and I did” he agreed.

Y/n gave him a small smile as her blinking slowed.

“Y/n, hey, hey” Conrad said, having to move to hold y/n up as she started to slump against the wall more. “Did you hit your head? Did, did he-did your.. did your father-“ Conrad began questioning. He had been so worried about her arm that he hadn’t noticed her enlarged pupils earlier.

“I fell and scrapped my arm” y/n groaned, her eyes slowly looking around. “On, on the planter pot” she mumbled.

Conrad hesitantly nodded, “and your head?” “Babe, what happened to your head?” He asked, noting that y/n was blinking really slowly. Conrad reached back behind y/n’s head to check for any bumps or bleeding, but she flinched and groaned as her hands flew up to shield her head. His heart sank. Conrad knew y/n didn’t expect him to hit her, but her confused state made her think he might and that broke his heart.

Y/n clearly didn’t feel she could trust anyone. Which was understandable. Y/b/n may not know, but it seemed her mother did, yet neither parent cared enough to keep her safe. But, Con did. He sighed softly, “I need to check your head Y/n”.

Y/n stared at Conrad with a slight head tilt as she tried to think clearly.

Conrad moved extremely slowly as he tried to reach for her but she flinched again. He dropped his hands. "You're safe. Y/n, can you hear me? I’m here to help you, you need to let me help you” he begged.

Y/n blinked more as her wavering eyes stared into Conrad’s steady ones.

Conrad took ahold of one of y/n’s hands carefully.

Y/n grinned and leaned her head against the wall. “Connie?” She slurred.

“Yes y/n/n, it’s me. I’m going to softly touch your head okay?” Conrad explained.

Y/n mumbled incoherently.

“Okay?“ Conrad asked again.

Y/n weakly agreed, “okay”.

Conrad cautiously moved his free hand behind y/n, sliding his knuckles against the siding of the wall. He didn’t feel anything alarming, but she whimpered and shied away when his fingers trailed over the lower left side of her skull. “I’m sorry, so sorry, y/n/n,” Conrad sighed. “I’m going to help you up, okay? We need to get your head looked at” he told her.

Y/n mumbled something about trust, but it wasn’t clear.

Conrad frowned, “trust me Y/n. You can trust me to take care of you. This is what needs to happen”. He squeezed her hand, “come on. Let me take care of you”. Conrad stood up and took ahold of her other hand to help her stand.

Once she was on her feet, y/n tried to take a few steps, wanting to walk on her own. But, she knew she was swaying and felt dizzy.

“Here, let me help you” Conrad said as he quickly held y/n to his side.

Conrad ran a hand down his face. He knew y/n would likely be upset with him as he was going to tell Susannah what was going on. But, he didn’t know what else to do. Each time he saw her injuries (i.e.; when he saw her swollen wrist or the bruises), Conrad had been too late to help protect y/n.

When he first found out, it was always after the fact and y/n swore y/f/n had stopped. But, this clearly wasn’t the case and Conrad needed help to keep her safe.

His mom’s advice from the other day came to mind. She was right, doing the right thing wasn’t always easy. However, despite his worry over y/n’s reaction, Conrad actually regretted not having tried to tell his mom earlier. He understood why y/n was too scared to tell others. But, Con knew if he told his mom to not call Y/n parents yet, she’d do so; at least until she could learn what was going on and decide how to act.

Conrad squeezed y/n’s hand as she rested on the hospital bed. He couldn’t stand seeing her here. But he was glad she was finally asleep. When they’d arrived, every sound had hurt her head so they gave her medicine to help her sleep.

They were currently awaiting the results of y/n’s scans. Conrad requested -what was probably an excessive amount of- tests to be done. He wanted to ensure that her arm hadn’t been broken nor that were any other injuries she hadn’t or couldn’t tell him given her state.

“Mr. Fisher?” The nurse asked, peaking their head into the room.

It took Conrad a moment to realize they were speaking to him. “Yes?” He asked as his head snapped to them, now given his full attention.

“I understand miss y/l/n and you stated that she expected no visitors, but there’s someone here to see her” the nurse explained.

“Did they say who it was?” Conrad asked. He expected that it was his mom. But Conrad wanted to be sure. He needed to be sure.

“Yes, I presume she’s related to you” the nurse clarified, glancing down at their clipboard, “your mother, perhaps. Susannah Fisher”.

“Yes. Thank you” Conrad nodded. He looked over y/n before back to the nurse.

“She’ll be okay while you go to bring your mother back, she’s more than stable” the nurse said sympathetically.

Conrad knew he was being overprotective. Y/n was here for a mild concussion and the scrape on her arm. But, he couldn’t help his need to do whatever he could to keep her safe. Conrad wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to her again. So he appreciated the nurse’s understanding and lack of judgement.

Conrad nodded and squeezed y/n’s hand before following the nurse out. He walked towards where the nurse pointed him in order to greet his mother. Conrad embraced his mom tightly as he tried to resist crying.

Susannah noticed her son’s body language and heard him trying to keep himself from sobbing. “Connie, what’s going on? What happened to Y/n?” she questioned. “And why can’t I call her mother yet?” Susannah added, reminding him of their agreement.

Conrad pulled back and frowned. “I promise I’ll tell you. Just..,in the room, okay?” He mumbled, guiding his mom down the hall.

“Connie, is she okay?” Susannah asked softly, squeezing her son’s hand supportively.

Conrad steeled his voice, “she will be. I… I just…” “I need your help mom” his voice cracked, his eyes on the floor. “Please” Conrad pleaded looking over at Susannah teary-eyed.

“Of course Connie,” Susannah soothed, pulling her son to her. “You know she’s family” she hummed.

Conrad smiled softly and nodded as he neared y/n’s hospital room. His eyes furrowed as he stepped away from his mom slightly. Conrad has noticed the curtains were laying differently than when he’d left.

“Connie?” Susanna asked noticing Conrad’s concern.

Conrad silently shook his head and ran past the last few doors until he skidded into y/n’s room. “Get away from her!” He shouted when he saw y/n’s father standing beside her bed.

“Conrad” Susannah scolded as she entered the room.

“Take your disgusting hands off of her” Conrad seethed, seeing the way her father was brushing hair from her forehead.

“Connie” Susannah mumbled again as y/n’s father looked over at Conrad with faux innocence and confusion.

Conrad shot his mom a knowing look that made Susannah’s heart sink before he crossed the room. He promptly pulled y/f/n’s hand away from y/n’s face.

“Conrad, what is your problem?” y/f/n asked glaring at Conrad.

“Stay away from her” Conrad growled as he tried to control his own anger to keep from striking y/f/n.

“Excuse me? She’s my daughter-“ her father huffed loudly.

“You don’t care about her!” Conrad shouted, stepping to the side so he was completely between y/n and y/f/n. “If you think I’m ever going to let you hurt her again-“ he threatened, moving closer to y/n’s father.

“Conrad” Susannah called out to stop Conrad upon seeing he’d balled his fist. “Y/f/n, I think you should step out of the room” she added, her voice soft as to not add to the drama.

“Excuse me? Who are you two to tell me what I should and shouldn’t do?” y/f/n argued.

Conrad inched closer until he noticed his mom shaking her head.

“Y/f/n, I will not ask you again” Susannah firmly warned. “I doubt you want y/m/n knowing what transpired tonight. Hmmm?” she pointed out.

Y/f/n glanced between the two Fishers before groaning loudly, “you don’t even know what happened”. But, he left nonetheless, clearly uncertain as to if they knew what had been going on.

Conrad let himself deflate as y/n’s father left her hospital room. He spun to y/n and grabbed her hand as he traced his other thumb across her forehead. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have stepped away” Conrad whispered.

“Connie” Susannah calmly spoke as she rested her hand on her son’s back. “You need to explain” she told him, “now”.

Conrad nodded and sniffled. “I should’ve acted sooner” he cried out quietly.

“Connie, you did what you thought was best” Susannah tried to assure him as she guided him to sit down.

Conrad shook his head as he dropped into the seat, his hand still holding y/n’s. “I didn’t know it was this bad” he admitted. “I knew-“ Conrad swallowed thickly, “I knew he had hit her as a form of punishment, like-“. He stopped himself from reminding his mom about his own father’s issues, that was in the past now.

“But, she, she had these bruises…” Conrad sniffled, throwing his head onto his mom’s shoulder when she tried to comfort him. “But, y/n swore that was the worst it got and she kept blaming herself. I -I knew she was lying but I-“ his voice cracked. Conrad’s chest shook as he sobbed into his mom’s shoulder. “I fucked up, mom. It’s my fault she’s here” he cried.

“No it’s not, Connie. It’s neither of your faults” Susannah whispered lovingly. “We’ll handle this, okay? Y/n is going to be fine and you did the right thing by telling me” she promised.

Conrad nodded, “I know but…”. He turned his head to look at y/N’s sleeping form. “I don’t know if she’ll trust me again now” Conrad replied.

“She doesn’t trust you because you keep her secrets. She trusts you because you care for her and keep her safe” Susannah argued. That’s what you’re doing by telling me, Connie. She’ll come around” she reassured him.

Conrad nodded and let his mom continue to comfort him until he stopped crying.

——

“Well?” Conrad asked as he looked up when his mom stepped back into the room. To Conrad’s surprise, Laurel entered the room behind Susannah. “Laur?” He asked in confusion.

“Suz called, said y/n may need a place to crash tonight” Laurel explained, giving Conrad a sympathetic smile.

“She can’t stay with us?” Conrad whined, his eyes on his mom.

“Of course she can, if she wants to. She doesn’t know that anyone else knows yet,” Susannah reminded him. “This is just in case she wants to sleep at the Conklin’s instead, okay?” She explained hesitantly.

Conrad frowned but nodded, “right, okay”.

Laurel sat down beside Conrad, “you did the right thing”.

“You too?” Conrad huffed and shook his head. “I know I did” he admitted, his eyes roaming back over to the girl he loved. “I just wish I did earlier” Conrad elaborated, sighing as he watched y/n breathe in and out.

Laurel shook her head, “you couldn’t have known Connie. She wouldn’t want you to beat you self up over this, you know”.

Conrad nodded. “I wasn’t intending on telling multiple people tonight on her behalf though” he added.

Susannah sighed, “I know, but I needed reinforcements. As I said Y/n is family and our family sticks together”. She stood behind Conrad’s chair and rubbed his shoulders, “Laurel wanted to see you first, but she’s going to head over to talk to y/m/n”.

“What?” Conrad asked, looking up at his mom.

“I am staying to watch over both of you, the other kids are safe at home” Susannah detailed. “And y/m/n needs to know what’s going on” she added, to which Laurel nodded.

“Y/n/n says she knows” Conrad huffed.

“Are you sure? That doesn’t seem like y/m/n” his mom asked, Laurel’s face sharing the same sentiment.

Conrad glared, “no one suspected y/f/n of this, hmm?”

“Conrad” Susannah sighed.

Conrad immediately softened his eyes at Susannah’s tone. He looked at Y/n sorrowfully. “Sorry” he mumbled to his mom and Laurel.

“We are worried about her too, Connie” Laurel assured him. “But if her mom doesn’t know, she deserves to find out and try to do what is necessary before we go to the next option” she pointed out.

“Which is?” Conrad asked.

“We’ll see. Obviously, we’re not letting her go home if y/m/n won’t keep her safe from y/f/n. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves okay? Give y/m/n a chance to fix it” Susannah suggested calmly.

Conrad sighed as he nodded, not looking away from Y/n even as Laurel excused herself.

——

Y/n blinked slowly as she began to open her eyes.

Conrad was watching y/n closely as she woke up, his hand holding hers.

Y/n’s position made her eyes land on her mom first and her breathing hitched.

Conrad saw the panic in y/n’s eyes, "breathe”. “Hi,” he said as she turned to him surprised. “I’ve got you, we’ve got you, just breathe for me, okay?" Conrad requested.

Y/n sniffled as tears began to fall, "I- I couldn’t stop it. He-he.. I'm sorry...”.

“It's okay, it's okay. Just breathe. You don't have to be sorry for anything. I've got you” Conrad shushed y/n softly.

Y/n shakingly held Conrad’s hand as she looked around the room, her eyes narrow due to the light.

“Can we dim the lights, please?” Conrad whispered from beside y/n.

Y/m/n got up and quickly adjusted them.

Y/n hummed softly in relief as her eyes relaxed. “Does everyone know?” She asked.

Conrad rubbed his neck and nodded. “I had to tell my mom… I didn’t know what else to do” he conceded. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but I had-“ Conrad began to ramble.

“It’s okay Con” y/n cut him off.

“It is?” Conrad wondered, eyes widened slightly.

“Yeah. I shouldn’t have asked you to keep something like that a secret. That was not fair of me and wasn’t the right action” y/n declared. “I should’ve known better” she frowned.

“Shhh it’s okay, just take it easy, okay, everything’s fine. We’re fine” Conrad promised, squeezing her hand.

“Neither of you should’ve known better. This isn’t on you guys” y/m/n said. She sighed soflty as y/n looks her way. “I didn’t know it was this bad” her mom admitted.

Y/n groaned as she tried to sit up.

“Hold on” Con stopped y/n. He fluffed the pillow behind her and pressed a button, tilting the back of her bed up to support her.

Y/n gave Conrad a thankful smile. As she looked around the room she bit her lip. “This is mostly my fault” she whispered.

“Y/n” Conrad sighed, ready to stop her from blaming herself or covering for y/f/n again.

Y/n squeaked out a tiny giggle, “no really, I mean… yeah he… he pushed me… after I argued with him but…”. She giggled lightly and shook her head before holding on to it and groaning. Y/n began squeezing her eyes shut and then blinking them back a few times until the pain stopped.

With her eyes back open again, y/n continued. “I only hit my head and scrapped my arm…” she said, looking down to check on said arm; finding it had a few bandaids on it. “Because I stumbled from surprise. I wasn’t entirely wrong about being clumsy” she said lightheartedly.

Conrad shook his head lightly, giving y/n a small smile as he squeezed her hand.

“Why don’t we let them talk?” Susannah suggested, nodding to y/m/n.

Conrad glanced at y/n questioningly.

Y/n smiled softly, “yeah it’s okay, Con”.

Conrad nodded and pressed a kiss to the her back of y/n’s hand before leaving so she and her mom could talk.

——

“What’re you doing?” Conrad asked as he passed by y/m/n on his way back into y/n’s emergency room. He’d noticed that Y/n was trying you get up from her bed, holding herself up by pressing her good arm against the hospital bed as she sat up more.

“I need to plug my phone in” y/n explained, pointing to the wall outlet that was out of reach.

"Don't get up, I’ll do it" Conrad urged, reaching for y/N’s phone.

“Okay” y/n smiled and handed over her phone. “Thank you” She whispered, moving back into a resting position.

“You don’t need to thank me” Conrad replied, bending down to plug in her cellphone.

“Yes I do. Not just for that” y/n told him. "Thank you, for everything." she whispered shyly.

Conrad sat beside her on the bed, holding her hand. "All I wanted was for you to be happy and safe” he told her.

“I know” y/n grinned.

“How do you feel today?” Conrad asked, eyeing the machine behind her that displayed her vitals.

“It still hurts, but I presume that’s because I have a concussion?” Y/n inquired.

Conrad nodded silently with a deep frown.

“Connie, I’m okay” y/n whispered as she squeezed Conrad’s hand.

Conrad sighed and shook his head.

“I am” y/n promised Conrad. “But thank you for protecting me” she hummed.

“I didn’t Y/n/n, if I did -“ Conrad argued.

“Yes you did. You waited until it was safe and necessary to tell someone” y/n reassured Con. “And my mom mentioned that Suz had to stop you from fighting him when I guess he came in last night?” she asked.

Conrad simply nodded, his eyes staring at her as if he still felt guilty for not having done more. “Connie, he’s like three hundred pounds,” y/n exclaimed. “I appreciate you protecting me, but I don’t want you getting hurt either, okay?” She tried to reason.

Conrad furrowed his brows, “I will protect you with my life Y/n”.

“Con-“ y/n sighed loudly.

“No. You don’t get a say in that. And I know it would be the same if the roles were reversed so I don’t want to hear you argue” Conrad stated, squeezing y/n’s hand.

Y/n huffed but giggled softly at Conrad’s stubborn expression. “Okay fine” she caved. “I love you” y/n smiled.

“I love you too” Conrad grinned, kissing the back of her hand. “What’s the plan?” he questioned.

“Hmmm?” Y/n mumbled in confusion.

Conrad smiled, “for your safety moving forward”.

Y/n nodded, “oh, mom isn’t going to force any more interactions. She actually kinda took my side”.

“As if there were another option” Conrad tsked.

“She technically could’ve sided with him, Con” y/n pointed out.

“She’d be wrong to do so” Conrad argued firmly.

Y/n hummed, “nonetheless, it was possible”. When Conrad sighed but nodded in agreement, she continued providing him with her answer. “Anyways, if y/b/n wants to still see him, he can. I asked mom not to tell y/b/n what happened” y/n told Conrad. “I know our father doesn’t hurt him and I don’t what to mess with their relationship” she elaborated in explanation.

Conrad shook his head in disbelief. He couldn’t believe y/n was still worried about others over herself. But Conrad went along with this one since it was not impacting her safety.

“But it won’t be at my house. He isn’t to come inside, he is to just wait in the car for y/b/n” y/n commented.

Conrad sighed in relief and nodded. “You don’t have to see him again?” he clarified.

“No” y/n smiled.

Conrad smiled back and squeezed y/n’s hand. “Good” he breathed. “Hold this,” Conrad said handing y/n his phone.

“Why?” Y/n questioned, squinting at Conrad.

Conrad stood up from the hospital bed, careful not to shake it. “Now that it can’t make it worse, I'm gonna go kick his ass” he mumbled, heading away from the bed.

“Conrad” Y/n laughed, tugging on Conrad’s hand.

“What?” Conrad sighed, turning back to y/n. “He can’t just hurt you and get away-“ he argued.

“Connie, I appreciate it handsome, I do” y/n declared. “But, all I want is to get out of this forsaken white-walled-hell, and maybe rest on your couch as we watch y/f/s?” she requested.

Conrad let out a deep breath as he released the tension in his shoulders. “Okay, I can make that happen. But if he ever-“ he muttered.

“I know,” y/n began as she smiled lovingly at her boyfriend. “My faithful protector, Mr. Conrad Fisher, will loose his shit” she smirked.

“Damn straight,” Conrad nodded, leaning over y/n and placing a kiss to her lips.

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