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Tsitp fandom annoys me sm... like I love Conrad but wtf are these jeremiah hate takes?
"He only fell for Belly when she turned pretty" 1. So did Conrad, didn’t he tell Cleveland the exact same thing? 😭 and 2. It's literally in the title, it was the summer that changed everything and 3. There's nothing wrong with that? They're, like, 17.
"Jere pursued Belly knowing Conrad is in love with her/tried to sabotage Belly and Conrad" Show me when he did that outside of the fireworks stunt (which was shitty, he put their lives in danger and lied about it, i won't defend that). He literally STAYED out of Belly and Conrad's way. "He's gonna break your heart/did you not see that coming because I sure did" Let the kid be angry at his brother for a betrayal 😭 And as much as I understand Conrad (I shut down and self-sabotage) he did break Belly's heart, didn’t he 😭
Whereas Conrad kept grilling and guilted him into an "approval" after Jere clearly didn’t want to ("i can't believe you came here asking me of this") and then twisted his words to Belly ("Jere's been on a high, he's been going on dates" and the audacity of "he's over it, but i can't get over you" when Jere was almost in tears the whole conversation). Like, Conrad was all like "She's scared of hurting you, Jere" with no "so am I" 💀 My man did not give a single fuck, he just wanted Belly, which makes sense for his 18yo brain, but stop accusing Jere of something he didn’t do 😭
"Jeremiah guilted Belly about his mother's cancer" He did say that "great timing, it's not like my mom has cancer or anything." so this isn’t unfounded. But he just found out Belly kind of cheated on him with his brother right after he found out his mom has cancer and his brother kept it from him 😭 let my guy have a one-line outburst, it's not like he manipulated Belly into anything. Plus, I'm sure Belly understood that considering she went ahead and told Conrad to go to hell DURING his mom's funeral 💀 (she was so funny for this)
And the worst part about this is a big part of the show is about Susannah's cancer and how losing her impacted the people who loved her. Conrad, Jeremiah and Belly are all lost and grieving and finding comfort in each other. It's okay that you don’t like a ship or a character but it's like Jere is not even allowed to have feelings, he's not allowed to struggle about her mom's cancer and death and complicated father and complicated brother and falling in love because if he does, he's standing in the way of a ship. And that's gross. (And same goes for Conrad AND Belly! I love that they're all messy and cheeky and making horrible decisions because it makes them feel more real to me.)
Look, there are valid criticisms of Jeremiah. It's clear that he's always been insecure of Conrad and in a one-sided competition with him and even though he truly loves Belly, part of the reason why he wants to be with her/be chosen by her is because he wants that one-up on his brother (*cough* Damon Salvatore *cough*). And that's an interesting conversation, and I'm loving Conrad and Jeremiah's dynamic this season, but the constant need to scrutinize EVERYTHING Jere does is... unhealthy? HE IS A GRIEVING TEENAGER. Let him have realistic emotions and reactions!
The magic of The Summer I Turned Pretty season 1 was how it started and I was rooting for the FMC and a random male character i knew nothing about and then by the end of the season they kiss and all I could think was NO.
💋 — CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR!
harry potter universe 📮
lightning era/golden trio era
harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, ginny weasley, simas finnigan, dino thomas, fred weasley, george weasley, oliver wood, draco malfoy, pansy parkinson, blaise zabini, theodore nott, mattheo riddle, tom riddle, enzo bershkire, cedric diggory, cho chang, luna lovegood.
i do threesomes, foursomes and etc with everyone basically. poly!drarry.
marauders era
sirius black, remus lupin, james potter, regulus black, lily evans.
i do threesomes, foursomes and etc with everyone basically. poly!marauders, poly!wolfstar, poly!jegulus.
the summer i turned pretty 📮
conrad fisher, jeremiah fisher, steven concklin, taylor (madison) jewel, isabel concklin, cam cameron.
i do threesomes, foursomes and etc with everyone basically.
la casa de papel / berlin 📮
denver, rio, tokyo, berlin, bruce, roi, cameron, keila.
i do threesomes and foursomes with everyone.
soccer players 📮
pablo gavi, pedri gonzalez, joão félix, jude belligham.
gavi&pedri, gavi&joão, pedri&joão, pedri&joão&gavi.
others 📮
jann mardenborough (from gran turismo), matty davis (from gran turismo), katsuki bakugou (from bnha), shoto todoroki (from bnha).
jann&matty, bakugou&todoroki.
(the ones with 📮 are open to requests)
hey!! your account is so pretty! whats your favorite ts album?? anyways i was wondering if i could get a steven concklin one when he and the fem!reader are making out and the others see it and make fun of them! thanks already!
“EW, GET A ROOM!”
When the group sees you and steven make out and make of you for it.
Ohhh baby thanks!! my fav album is probably rep, 1989 or lover!
TW: making out, cuss word, princess kisses, saying i love you, kisses in the neck, hickeys, whispering, making fun.
His hands on your waist, your hands on his neck, your lips almost together, but not touching, like a battle of who loses first and connects your lips. “Fuck it.” Steven says as he’s kissing you intensely, ‘Oh my god!’ you think while his hands start to press your waist. “God, I love you, princess” he whispers in your ear, biting your lobule and then starting to kiss your neck and leave marks there. “I love you too, babe.” You whispered back.
“Ewww!” Taylor said, making you noticed that they were there. “Gosh, get a room!” Your both heads turned around to finally see the whole group staring at you, giving them a awkward smile. “I am-” Conrad said “Shocked.” He finished the phrase. “And traumatised.” Jeremiah added, making you guys laugh.
“Oh, shut up and leave us!”
𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
“ew, get a room” | when you and steven are making out and the group catches you.
𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
Harry Potter Universe:
james potter.
The Summer I Turned Pretty
steven concklin.
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im actually so sad right now i need some good jeremiah fisher fluffs.
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requests are open!! (no smut please!)
who i write for:
lando norris, charles leclerc, chris sturniolo, matt sturniolo, theodore nott, tasm, conrad fisher + more, just request!
stan list/fandoms:
lana del rey, f1, ferrari, friends, 1d, gracie abrams, sturniolo triplets, phoebe bridgers, deb smikle, frank ocean, harry potter, gilmore girls, brooklyn nine-nine, mclaren
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theodore nott
conrad fisher
conrad fisher: tsitp
series:
1999: part one
1999: part two
1999: part three
1999: part four - final
1999, part one
ok. this is my very first fic and the first time ive done any creative writing that isnt for a gcse english writing exam. this is part one of a mini series called "1999" (inspired by beabadoobee's song). im literally making it up as i go😍🙏.
please lmk what you think: should i scrap it or keep going? anything i should change?
and maybe repost if you feel extra generous :))
warnings: none!
conrad fisher masterlist
masterlist
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Summer had always been a time Belly, Steven and I had looked forward to. Sure Christmas and Easter were beautiful and memorable, but there was something about spending our summer at Cousins Beach. We'd been doing it ever since we can remember. For a whole three months, the Conklins and the Fishers did everything together. It was like while the rest of our year was shit, summer was always there to turn it around. We watched fireworks together, surfed, barbequed, and pulled all-nighters out in the backyard in tents pretending we were far away from our parents in some other country when in reality they were only a few feet away drinking wine and talking. We spent every waking hour together for those three months. And now that we’re all older, we party together.
After Belly and I turned sixteen we started seeing the boys in a different light. It was like they were the same boys we’ve known all our lives but somehow different.
Steven would make fun of us for what seemed like years on the car ride to Cousins whenever he heard us giggling and whispering about how Belly and Jeremiah were destined to be since he posted a reel with her favourite song (he can't even remember her favourite colour for the life of him). But whenever she’d ask me about Conrad I’d shake my head and blush trying to convince her I didn’t like him like that.
Conrad was…complicated. He was gorgeous and tall and perfect and way out of my league. Hell, he probably saw me as a sister to him and nothing more. I had seen him go through girls year after next and had slowly started to lose hope of there being an ‘us’ anyway.
My thoughts get interrupted by yet another loud sigh by Steven. I swear if I don't end up strangling him by the time we get there…
“I’m boredddd”, Steven sighs.
“Steven that's your tenth consecutive ‘I’m bored’ in a row, can’t you think of anything else to say?” Belly all but yells at him.
He lets out another sigh before I wack the side of his head from the backseat.
“Hey!” he yells out trying to get me back from the passenger seat while Belly laughs and starts recording the moment on her phone.
“Alright, kids can we dial down on the domestic abuse, please? I’d like to go at least a few hours before having to swallow another paracetamol from your headaches.”, Mom says obviously getting fed up with us.
Instead of arguing back I try and shut Steven up by asking him questions.
“So Stevie,” I start, giggling as he annoyingly groans at the nickname Belly, Taylor and I made up for him, “what are you…most excited for this summer?” I ask making up the question off the top of my head.
Steven thinks for a minute before answering, “Surfing for sure.” He nods.
“Drinking wine with Susannah.”, says Mom smiling at the thought of her best friend.
“Fourth of July.”, says Belly.
“You sure you’re not most excited to see Jere?” I nudge her with my elbow as she squeals and looks away.
“What about you honey, what are you most excited for?” Mom asks, looking at me through her rearview mirror.
“The bonfire.” I say, smiling.
I’ve always loved the bonfire. Everything about it, it's always such a vibe. The kegs, the fire, the songs, the smores. It's always been my favourite part of the summer.
Until this summer, when I brought my boyfriend to Cousins.
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“You guys ready for the bonfire, should we go down?” Conrad asks as he enters the living room. I look up at him from my position with Belly on the couch. God, I’d forgotten how pretty he was.
Conrad comes behind the couch and wraps his arms around my neck giving me a slight hug before pulling away, “I missed you.” he says looking down at me.
Before I can reply Steven speaks up, “Aw Connie, no worries man I’m here now,” he says smiling enthusiastically as he pulls Conrad towards the door by his shoulders while everyone laughs at his misunderstanding.
Conrad looks at me expectantly and takes out a small box from his pocket.
“Let's go, man,” Steven says to Conrad before pulling on him again, “I wanna show you this really cool trick I learned the other day…” He drones on as Conrad’s eyebrows furrow and he looks back at me, “Aren’t you coming?” he asks pointing at me questioningly.
I give him a sad smile before responding, “I’ll join you guys later, I’m gonna wait here for Dean he should be here soon.”
Just when I thought they couldn’t, Conrad’s eyebrows furrowed deeper.
“Who’s Dean?”
“Oh didn’t we tell you?,” Belly responds, “Y/n has a boyfriend.”
Conrad and Jeremiah’s faces were a sight to see. Eyes wide, mouths agape and eyebrows straight up, staring at me as if I had told them I got my eyeballs tattooed.
“Okay, you don't have to be that surprised…ouch.” I wince.
Conrad and Jeremiah straighten up and Jeremiah looks at me and smiles before saying, “No, no that’s…uhm that’s great Y/n.” He looks at Conrad halfway through his sentence as Conrad looks down at his feet and puts the box he was holding, in his pocket before turning to Steven and talking to him about setting the keg up for the bonfire and walking out the door without sparing a glance to me.
“That was weird.” I say to Belly as she leans in to give me a hug,
“Totally. What’s his deal?” she responds.
“Beats me.” I shrug before yelling “Have fun! Use protection!” out behind her and Jeremiah before Belly turns her head around and flips me off which just makes me and Jeremiah laugh harder.
I sigh and turn the tv on. With Mom, Susanna and everyone going out, I was the only one left to wait for Dean. I wonder how long he’ll be, I can’t wait to go to the bonfire. Luckily I got a text from him just as I decided on watching Gilmore Girls.
'hey, i'll be there in five :)'
whew that’s part one done! here’s part two!!
1999, part two
1999, part two
oh my gosh this ones a long one im sorry💀💀
i hope you like it and lmk if i should change anything/parts you liked!!
warnings: swearing, shitty boyfriends, angst
conrad fisher masterlist
masterlist
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*ding dong*
I hopped up off the couch with a huge grin on my face and rushed to the door.
“Hey!” Dean laughed as I all but jumped on him laughing myself, “Hey, I’ve missed you!” I say.
Dean has been a family friend for a decade now at least. We've always been best friends and mostly everyone at school thought that we were dating long before we actually were which is why it was strange that my family would find me and Dean dating, ‘a joke’. I remember when I had first told them and they straight up laughed in my face. After that interesting conversation, Belly and I had another one in our room.
“Are you sure about him? I mean Dean’s nice but…”
“But what?” I asked
“But he's just not… I don't know I wouldn't have expected you to go after some perfect guy like Dean, I didn't think that was your type.”
What Belly had said had me thinking and overthinking for weeks after.
“M’sorry I’m late…” Dean smiled apologetically at me, “Traffic was shitty.”
“No worries, you made it just in time for the bonfire. Belly and the boys already left to set it up about an hour ago so it should be in full swing by now.” I smiled up at him with my arms wrapped around his neck as he pecked my nose and muttered a simple “okay.”.
We make our way to the beach in Dean’s jeep and arrive at the bonfire in about fifteen minutes.
“Can you see them anywhere?” I ask Dean as we look out at the huge group of tipsy teenagers trying to make out any figures that we recognise.
“Uhmm…yeah, right there!” he says pointing far off in the distance to what looks Belly and Steven, already fighting.
We make our way down and meet Belly and Steven focused on a game of beer pong. God, I haven't seen them that focused since…to be honest I don't think I've ever seen them this focused.
“Huge bets must be on the table otherwise there's no way these two crackheads would be this focused,” I say to Dean. His reply gets cut short by a voice saying,
“Sure as hell are, they’re debating what we all should do tomorrow; surfing or shopping”.
“Oh! Dean this is Thérèse! And this is Jere” I say smiling at my childhood friends.
After a couple of ‘hey how’s it going’s are exchanged, they all end up joining Steven and Belly’s surf or shop debate. Thérèse doesn’t even look at me when I try talking to her and I only get one-word sentences as answers.
Thérèse and I have been friends almost as long as Belly and Taylor. We were really close as children but grew apart as she lived here in Cousins and Belly, Taylor and I didn't. We still kept in touch and tried to call each other as often as we could, she knew everything about me. Things got weird when I told her about me and Dean. She didn't call me, left me on delivered or read and just stopped talking to me altogether.
I hang around them for a bit until I get uncomfortable and decide to take a walk.
“Hey I’m gonna go for a walk, okay?” I say to the group.
A couple of ‘yeah sure have fun’s are heard until Dean speaks up.
“What? Why would you wanna do that?” he runs a hand through his hair but refuses to look at me and focuses on the beer pong instead.
“I don't know I'm bored I wanna go for a walk?” I say back, surprised at his weird behaviour.
He looks at me as if I just grew two heads and says, “Well then if you didn't want to spend time with me why did you invite me here in the first place?”
“Dean calm down it's not that big of a deal it's just a walk,” I say raising my arms up in defence.
Why was he being so weird?
“Dean it's okay just let her go.” Thérèse smiles at Dean.
“Fine. Whatever. Do whatever you want.” he runs a hand through his brown hair again and focuses on his beer pong shot again.
Belly, Jere and I share confused looks before I turn around to walk, Steven being too occupied cracking jokes with Dean and some girls around them to notice a thing.
I need to clear my head.
I walk until I'm far from anyone at the party and sit down on the sand, looking out at the sea.
It starts to get windy so I tuck my knees against my chest and stare out to the ocean, trying not to think of anything, or anyone for that matter.
But trying not to think about it just makes me think harder.
Why was Dean being like this?
All weird and controlling…
And what’s up with Thérèse?
I've apologised countless times and I don't even know what I did wrong…
“Here.” A voice breaks the soft gusts of wind and soothing crashes of the water against the sand. And my thoughts.
I look up and see Conrad looking down at me with his hand stretched out in offer of the faded red zip-up he's holding.
I tilt my head to him in question.
“You look cold.” he says looking at my arms covered in goosebumps.
“Oh…thanks.” I laugh softly accepting the hoodie and putting it on being engulfed in his cologne. I pat the sand next to me and offer for him to sit.
He sits next to me in silence as I put my head on his shoulder, both of us staring out to the water.
“How’s Susannah? I didn't get to talk to her much before mom stole her away.”
Conrad and I softly laugh as he says, “She's doing good. Cancer’s almost gone.” he says, putting a smile on both our faces.
We sit there for a while in silence, letting the crashes of the waves and the gentle breeze of the wind calm us down from all the commotion going on in the distance.
“Hey Con?” I ask softly.
“Hm?” he gently hums back.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
There's a short pause before Conrad takes a breath in and says “Yes, Of course. I'm fine.” he says with a smile, but the shakiness in his exhale tells me otherwise.
“Are you sure?” I press on trying to get him to break so he can tell me what's wrong.
Another pause.
He turns to me and smiles and says, “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”
Before I can respond, he reaches his hand out, tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear and looks at my eyes.
Some say the eyes are the windows to the soul. In Conrad’s case, they might as well be holding up big bright signs that say how he's really feeling.
Conrad might be able to put up a happy façade in front of anyone but three people.
Susannah
My mom
Me.
If his body language doesn't say anything then his eyes do, they always do.
And right now his eyes looked glassy. Soft. Hurt.
“Con…” I start to say until my voice gets interrupted by another much deeper and louder one.
“Y/N!!” Steven runs up to us, “Oh hey Conrad good thing you’re here too, GUESS WHAT?”, he screams in front of us.
“Ugh, Steven stop screaming my head hurts.” I mumble as Conrad asks “What?”
“WE’RE SURFING TOMORROW YEAHHH!!” he roars happily
“I’m guessing you won beer pong?” I say.
“Hell yeah, Belly and Dean ate my dust!” he boasts
Jeremiah and Belly had caught up with him now and sat alongside Conrad and me as Steven tried reenacting his win.
“So how’d he actually win? He couldn’t have done it himself, guys drunk as shit.”, Conrad says laughing along with us as Steven trips over his own feet.
“I helped him.” Jere says in a low voice not to take Stevens's joy of his delusions away.
“Hey where’s Dean?” I ask Belly as Steven finishes his (horrible) acting and sits with us exchanging embarrassing stories of me and Belly with Conrad and Jeremiah.
“Uhm, I’m not too sure I think he said he was going to go look for you after we finished. Thérèse said she’d help.”
Thats weird.
Steven had already found me and he could’ve just called me if he was worried?
And why would Thérèse want to help? last I checked she hates me.
Whatever.
“I’m gonna go find him.” I said, getting up and brushing the sand off my legs.
Conrad looks up at me as I leave. His eyes don’t leave my back as I walk away and I can feel them slowly burning a hole through my back to my heart.
I take my phone out of my back pocket and call Dean.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three…
Four…
Five…
I hang up.
I try calling him again.
One…two…three…four…
I see Dean’s jeep in the distance and what looks like to be him in it. I keep trying to call him to see if he’ll pick up.
I run to the car, open the door and say, “Hey why aren’t you-”
I get cut off as tears fill my eyes and hurt fills my heart.
Dean’s phone is on the passenger seat constantly vibrating as he’s in the driver making out with Thérèse.
“What the fuck Dean?!” I shout as Dean and Thérèse finally break away from eating each other's faces.
Ew.
“Oh! Uhm…hey babe! Thérèse and I were just talking…” he slurs as Thérèse puts her arms around him and starts kissing his neck.
“Thérèse what the fuck get off him!” I say blinking back my tears refusing to cry in front of them.
“Why should I? I’m a better kisser anyway. Did you really think Dean came all the way down to Cousins to visit you?” she says with a sick smile as she spreads her lipstick around Dean’s neck and collar.
“You know what forget it. You two assholes deserve each other. Don’t bother to come back in the house to get all your stuff Dean, it’ll be out on the front yard.
I turn away before they get a chance to see my tears and walk down to Conrad’s car.
I take my phone in my hand and shakily call Conrad after blocking Dean and Thérèse off everything.
“Hey where are you?” he answers.
“Connie can you…can you drive me home please?” I say sniffling.
“What? Where are you? What’s wrong” he says in an alarmed voice and I can hear him getting off the sand and telling the others he was going to take me home.
“Just…Please drive me home Con…” I say desperately.
“Okay yeah sure, where are you y/n?” he asks in a more controlled voice.
“I’m next to your car.” I say sniffling again.
“Alright y/n/n I’m nearly there, don’t go anywhere okay?”
“Okay.”
Two minutes later and Conrad finds me leaning on his car. He comes up to me and immerses me in his arms, softly shushing me as I sob in his chest.
“Shhh.” he tries to soothe me and runs his hands through my hair.
“Come on. Let’s go home.” he kisses the top of my head as my cries die down and opens the car door for me.
The drive home is almost silent except for the faint noise of the radio playing and my sniffles. Conrad reaches out and holds my hand in a red light. I look at him and he softly smiles in assurance.
When we finally reach home I go straight to my room ignoring Mom and Susannah’s calls of worry. I sob into my pillows as I hear them knocking on the door.
“Y/n honey? What’s wrong can we come in?” they ask. I love them to death but I don't want them right now.
I want Conrad. I need Conrad. I always have.
It's as if they can hear my thoughts because in two seconds Conrad opens the door, comes straight in and sits on my bed next to me.
He doesn’t say anything but brushes the hair out of my face looking at me sadly.
“Wanna tell me what's wrong now? Laurel and Mom are worried sick, they might tear my head off if I go back out there without an answer.” he says quietly making me laugh a bit.
He wipes away my tears with his thumbs and says, “Hey where’s boy toy?”
I look up at him questioning, “Boy toy?”
“Yeah, that boyfriend of yours. Jere called him Boytoy he said he was kinda weird. Did he do something to you?”
I sniffle and silently pray that my voice doesn't give out as I speak, “He uhm…I went looking for him and I saw him with Thérèse they were uhm. They were making out in his car.” I tell him everything, how I found them, what I said, what they said, all while trying to blink back more tears and clearing my throat so it doesn't break anymore.
“That's fucked up I’m so sorry Y/n.” he says softly.
“Wait hang on, Thérèse? Wasn't she your best friend?” he looks at me with furrowed brows.
“I mean I thought she was but after I told her about Dean she just… I don't know she just switched up.”
“Doesn't matter about her she was always a toxic friend anyway. And this Dean seems like a pussy too. I’m sorry but I'm glad things are over with you two, Jere told me how he shouted at you on the beach earlier.”
“Yeah he was really insecure,” I laugh with Conrad. “He said he was jealous of you and Jere when I saw him the other day.”
“Then why are you crying lovie?” he says so softly I barely hear him.
“I don't know, I guess I'm not crying over him… I think I'm crying over the fact that no one really cares. I don't know it’s stupid.” I stare down at my hands, embarrassed by my choice of words.
Hold me close and say you care
‘Cause I'm in love with your brown hair
Conrad wraps his arms around me and puts one of his hands under my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
“I care.” he simply says. The look in his eyes could make my knees give out in a second if I wasn't already sitting down. I take a deep breath and try to brush his comment away. There's no way he can just
come back and say he cares when he hasn't bothered to answer my calls or read my texts in almost a year. There's no way I'm doing this again with him.
I try changing the subject by bringing my hand up to his hair and running my fingers through it.
“I love your hair Con.”
He gently takes my hand away from his hair and repeats himself.
“I care Y/n.” he says staring into my eyes. He lets go of my hand and brings his to the back of my neck leaning in close.
The way you touch me is a curse
And I'm not willing to let it all
Hurt
His lips brush against mine sending electric shocks through my body but I refuse to let it go any further. He doesn't get to do this.
I pull away from him as fast as I can and make distance between us.
Physical distance. Since he has the emotional distance covered I might as well take over and finish it with physical.
“No don’t do this Con.” I say shaking my head as I pace around the room blinking away more tears.
“Don’t do what?” he says confused by my actions.
“Don’t play dumb Conrad you know what I mean.”
“Y/n what are you talking about? I-I'm sorry I kissed you I just… I thought you liked me.”
“No Conrad don't.” I say looking up at him through glassy eyes, trying to shake away the anxiety slowly creeping up at me.
“Don't what?! Are you even going to tell me what I did wrong, can you just talk to me?!” he says angrily, standing up from the bed too now so we're both staring at each other from the ends of this room. This God-forsaken tiny room with the walls closing in.
“Can I talk to you?! Oh Conrad that's rich coming from you.” I sneer angrily at him.
How can he of all people say that to me?
“What the fuck are you talking about, what did I do?” he says, his voice growing louder with every word.
“What did you do?” I laugh, “No Conrad let's talk about what you didn’t do. You didn't answer my calls for a whole year, you didn't answer my texts for a whole year, you weren’t there when I needed you Con, you weren't there when mom and dad got divorced like you said you’d be, you completely ignored me for a whole fucking year Con you can't just make it all up by saying you care and kissing me, you can't do that Con not when I've always been there for you, not when I've always cared for you and loved you for this long Con you can’t, you can’t, you can’t!” I finish, out of breath as Conrad looks at me with a hurt expression on his face.
“I…” he starts off but I hold my hand up to him to tell him to stop talking.
I don't want to hear what he has to say, I can't. I close my eyes and say “Please just go away Conrad.”.
When I open my eyes again he's nodding, trying to hold back tears in his gorgeous blue eyes. I look away before a tear can fall from them.
One tear from his eyes, one word from his mouth and I know I’ll go running back to him. But I can't, I refuse to after how he hurt me.
Watch your mouth and wash with soap
'Cause I just hate the way you spoke
Green eyes make everything feel numb
And I'm not willing to give it all up
He closes the door silently behind him and I crash into my bed, sobbing into the jacket he gave me.
And I'm not wasting time again
Closure instead of sex
And I'm not wasting time again
You said I fucked up and ruined your life
But little did you know you ruined mine
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1999 part three
another long one LMAO SORRY💀💀
this one’s a trip so get ur snacks, drinks and one direction pillows and blankets from 2014 because this one’s a trip🤭🤭
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warnings: angst, blood, underage drinking, violence, swearing
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Conrads pov
in…out
in…out
in…….out.
I clench my hands into fists to stop them from shaking. I shut my eyes as tight as I can to stop the tears from flowing out.
in…out
in………out.
Calm down Conrad.
she’s upset, she’s tired. it’s fine.
no, it’s not, you did this to her, you’re the problem here. you made her cry. you might as well be like that guy she was with.
That guy.
Dean.
I slowly shut Y/n’s door behind me and race to my car, ignoring Mom and Laurel’s worried exclamations.
“Everything’s fine, she’s okay, she’s sleeping right now. I just- I need to do something. I’ll be back soon.” I assure them quickly before grabbing my car keys and making my way outside.
calm down Conrad.
the only person who could calm me down right now is Y/n. I smile softly as she enters my thoughts but that smile quickly drops as I think of how she was crying tonight.
Dean.
My hands clench the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white.
She wouldn’t want you to do anything.
But the way she was sobbing in my arms…
Fuck this.
I turn the ignition on and start reversing to the main road before my car even has a chance to warm up. I drive for what seems like seconds and go to the place where Jere told me he saw Dean last after I drove Y/n home.
It feels like my entire body and mind are on autopilot. I don't even realise what I'm doing before Dean opens Thérèse’s house’s door and my fist connects with his jaw. I don't realise how much anger I had in myself until he falls backwards and I don't give him a chance to get up. I keep punching him again, and again, and again. I don't stop until the blood from his nose is dripping to his white tee, until it's all disfigured and there's more bruises on his face than the hickeys on his neck.
“You ever lay your filthy hands on her again and I’ll make sure you wish you were never born asshole.”
I keep walking to my car as Dean and Thérèse scream threats back at me and flip them off as I get inside and drive back home.
I make it back home and immediately go to Y/n’s room to check if she’s asleep yet.
God, I'll never forgive myself for hurting her like that.
I gently cover her with the duvet on the end of her bed and kiss her softly on the top of her head.
When I make my way out of her room and quietly shut her door behind me walking to the living room, mom and laurel are already waiting for me. I don't say anything as they take me in their comforting arms and hold me. It feels like they're holding me up as my body racks with sobs, threatening to give out at any second.
“I just…I just didn't want to hurt her I didn't know what to do I-” My sentence gets broken off as another sob escapes me and Laurel kisses the top of my head. “I didn't know what to do after you got sick and it got worse I’m sorry I'm so-” I say to Mom struggling to breathe as she shushes me and wipes my tears away.
‘I’ll be okay Connie, I’ll be alright.” she whispers smiling softly but the tears in her eyes tell me otherwise.
They hold me, letting me cry for what feels like hours until their words of sweet nothings and assurances blur out and my eyes get heavy.
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Y/n’s pov
“No, it’s not Jere you don't need the cover that's just for decoration. No trust me I know Bels, I've seen Gordon Ramsey do this like a thousand times on tv.”
Stevens's earsplitting voice breaks me out of the trance of sleep.
How can he be this loud so early?
What time is it?
I pull the blanket off me and start making my way to the kitchen where all the voices seem to be coming from.
Wait…blanket? I don't remember putting one on after Conrad left.
My heart drops to my stomach as I think of him.
My thoughts spiral my mind starting to overwhelm me until Stevens's voice pushes them away. Thank God for his optimism.
“Alright you guys ready?” he says optimistically at the two unsure teenagers next to him, “Stop looking at me like that Jere. Okay, 3…2…..1!” he shouts as he presses ‘blend’ on the blender without a lid and just as he does, all the ingredients in the blender splatter all over the kitchen walls.
“STEVEN!”
“OH MY GOD MAN!”
Jere and Belly shout at Steven as he looks around in a worried state at the mess he's made in the kitchen.
“Hey, what are you guys doing?” I laugh as I take a seat at the kitchen island.
“We were trying to make my legendary miracle hangover smoothies but since Steve-o here wanted to be a masterchef so bad he can take over and clean while Belly and I do it properly.” Jeremiah says as he throws Steven a kitchen towel and starts getting more ingredients out to make the smoothie again.
Belly comes up behind me at the kitchen counter and hugs me tightly, “Hey, we heard about what happened with Dean. I’m so sorry, he was a rat anyways. And Thérèse too.”
“Yeah, totally he was a dick.” Jeremiah agrees as he hugs me after Belly. “You deserve better Y/n.”
“God, when Mom told us I was ready to break all this guy's bones for messing with my baby sister and I swear I would’ve if Conrad hadn’t already beat me to it.” Steven says as he bins a chunk of fruit.
I laugh until I fully process what he’s said, “Wait what? Conrad did what?” I exclaim as worry starts to creep up on me and I get off the stool to find Conrad.
“Oh yeah, you didn't know? He's in the living room!” Jere shouts after me and I mumble a ‘thanks’ in response, too distracted trying to find Conrad.
I find Conrad fast asleep on the couch with his hair in his eyes. I sit next to him and brush the hair away from his face. I notice his knuckles peeking out from under the throw and I pull it away to show the entirety of his cut up hands. I gasp as I see them and hold them immediately examining them closely to see how deep the cuts are.
“M’fine I swear. You should see the other guy.” A raspy voice interrupts my thoughts and I look up to see Conrad looking at me sleepily.
“You didn't have to do this Connie.” I say, upset that he hurt himself over me.
“What, you think I’m gonna let the guy who hurt my girl walk around all fine? Had to fuck him up a little at least.” he smiles with his eyes closed.
I blush at him calling me ‘his girl’ although the words make my chest feel heavier.
Why wasn’t I his girl before?
I push the anxious thoughts away as he speaks to me.
“I’m really sorry about yesterday Y/n, I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you after you broke up it was shitty I’m sorry.” he says regretfully.
“It’s okay Connie don't worry about that right now,” I smile at him, “how much do your hands hurt?”
“Not that much. I could use a kiss though.” he smiles playfully.
I laugh and peck his knuckles carefully. One, two, three, fou-
Conrad lets out a loud hiss and furrows his brows in pain. Worry runs through my entire body as I ask him if I hurt him frantically. He bursts out in laughter at my reaction and tries to get off the couch.
“Oh, you dick.” I say as I push him down the couch and smile to myself as I walk away.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Come back baby!” he shouts behind me in laughter.
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timeskip to the beach
“Whoo! Yeah, let’s go Jere!” Steven shouts as he pushes his wet hair out his face and grabs his surfboard, getting in the water again.
“STEVEN! PUT YOUR SUNSREEN ON!” I shout at him knowing it's pointless and he’s just going to ignore me and get sunburnt again. Every year, I smile to myself rubbing sunscreen on my arms.
I look out into the distance and see Belly trying to surf but drastically failing, Jeremiah trying to help her and Steven trying to get Jere to watch his ‘new cool trick’.
Poor Belly. She’ll never get a moment alone with Jere at this rate.
“You’re not going to surf?” Conrad says as he comes up next to me.
“I don’t know, I’m not really feeling like surfing today, might just sit here and read.” I say smiling up at him trying not to look down at his naked chest.
He nods and puts a cigarette in his mouth, reaching into his pocket to light it up.
“You’re gonna slowly kill your kidneys like that Con” I say as I look in disgust at the thing in his mouth.
He smiles down at me as he goes to light it up but stops and takes the cigarette out of his mouth before putting it back in his pocket. “Well good thing I only need one kidney to survive.”
“I’d prefer if you had two.”
He laughs at me before making his way to the waves with his board.
“CON!” I yell after him.
He turns back and looks at me questioningly as I hold up the sunscreen in my hand.
He trudges back to me complaining about the smell and slightly sticky feeling of it as I rub it all over his back and chest trying not to blush.
I make my way up his collarbones, to his neck and finish with his face. I brush his hair out his face before smiling and whispering saying, “There. All done.”
He stares down at my lips and I stare at his as we lean closer, my heart beat speeding up by the second. His hand comes up behind my neck inching our faces closer and closer-
“Hey Con you coming?!”
ugh. Steven.
Conrad and I break away quickly before Steven has a chance to see anything and I awkwardly pat him on the back. “Yep. All done.”
“Did I interrupt something?” Steven asks, sensing the tension around us.
“Nope. Not at all.” I smile at Steven and see Conrad glare at Steven out of the corner of my eye. If looks could kill…
I stifle a laugh as I see Belly giggling at the scene.
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timeskip to car
We’re driving home with “Keep Driving” playing on the radio and Conrad’s hand holding mine.
Holding each other's hands like this has been a habit of ours for years, it’s just a comfort thing.
“Hey have you guys heard about that party going down tonight at Emmy’s house?” Jere says looking at his phone from the backseat.
A couple of no’s are heard from almost everyone until Belly says, “Should we go?”
“We don’t really have anything better to do” shrugs Jeremiah.
“Alright then. It’s a plan.” Belly smiles before we all start screaming the bridge in ‘Keep Driving’.
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at the party
Conrad and I walk in together hand in hand and go to sit on one of the couches after meeting Emmy.
We talk for a bit until we decide to get some drinks in the kitchen. We’ve never really been “party people” unlike Jere, Steven and Belly, so Conrad and I always stuck together in these things. We’d just stand or sit in some corner (with a pet if there were any) and we’d talk about anything and everything while enjoying the free alcohol.
“Thank you my good sir.” I joke, accepting the drink Conrad gave me as we make our way back to our couch. “Hey you know what we should do?” I say enthusiastically smiling at him.
“Uh-oh. What?” he says taking a sip of his drink.
“We should get tattoos. You and me. Matching ones. Emmy’s cousins upstairs and she’s got a tattoo gun, Belly was telling me.” I grin.
“For real?” Conrad asks.
“Yes Connie, I mean we promised we’d get our first tattoos with each other when we were younger so why not right now?” I ask standing up and downing my drink, holding my hand out expectingly.
There’s a pause before Conrad says, “Our moms would kill us.”
“Who says they have to know?” I smile mischievously at him as he says “Fuck it.” and grabs my hand pulling me upstairs, our drinks and couch long forgotten.
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timeskip
“Holy shit this is badass!” I gasp as I see the two tiny ivy leaves on the side of my ribcage. “I’m so glad I wasn’t one of those people who cry when they get their tattoos.” I said to Conrad who was getting his matching leaves on his left shoulder. “Please, you didn’t cry but you sure as hell crushed my hand.” he says, shaking his hand around before I grab them and kiss them.
“I’m gonna go put a little lotion on this it’s starting to sting, will you be okay here?” I say to Conrad and go to the bathroom across the hall after he nods.
I put some lotion on the tattoo and immediately feel better until someone barges in.
Thérèse. Of course.
“Don’t you know how to knock?” I say, trying to turn away from her but she stops me.
“We need to talk Y/n.”
“Excuse me? No way Thérèse. No fucking way.” I say trying to open the door behind her but she’s too quick and locks it before standing in front.
“Thérèse what the fuck?!” I exclaim, starting to get mad now.
“Just hear me out. Give me five minutes to explain myself. Please Y/n.” she says and I can feel the guilt and regret seeping out of her.
I don’t want to hear a single word from her no matter what she has to say but if listening to hers my only way out of this bathroom then…
“Fine. Two minutes.” I say and immediately see the relief on her face.
“I want you to know how sorry I am. I got jealous of you and Dean like insanely jealous and I…I guess I just wanted to be with him and I didn’t think you were good enough for him and I know how stupid this sounds but I swear I’ve ended things with him and I just want our friendship back Y/n. I’m so sorry.” she says and when she finishes, she looks like she’s on the verge of tears.
I repress the small part of me that wants to take her back and be friends again out of pure respect for myself.
“I feel sorry for you Thérèse, I really do but no. I’m sorry but no, I don’t need shitty friends like you. If you liked Dean before we started dating you should’ve told me rather than making out with him and being a bitch to me when I saw you. Like I said the other night, you two assholes deserve each other. Now move.”
I’m walking back to the room Conrad was in trying to forget the interaction with Thérèse, trying to focus on just having fun with my friends and Con until a tall figure stands in my way.
No fucking way. What is everyone’s obsession with getting in my way tonight?
“Get the fuck away from me Dean.” I spit his name out.
“Babe I’m sorry, I fucked up please just-“ he tries to grab my hands and I immediately stomp on his feet.
“I said get the fuck away from me asshole!” I scream in his face before he stops wincing and quickly grabs me and pins me on the wall.
He looks at me with pure anger and possession in his eyes, scaring me to the bone.
What he says next has my fist flying straight into Dean’s jaw.
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Conrad’s pov
I step out of the room as soon as my tattoos done to show Y/n before I see her pinned against a wall by…Dean.
Anger rises in my body until I can’t think straight but before I can say a single word Y/n’s fist connects with Dean’s.
A chill runs down my spine and I swallow back the acid that crawls up my throat at her cry.
He tests his jaw, rubbing at the place she hit him. “You fucking…”
I see red as I lunge for Dean, but my attention shifts when Y/n lets out a whimper.
“Ow.” A single year runs down her face as she checks her fist.
I don't think as I jump into action. She hisses at me when I try to assess her hand, all while she swipes the tears off her face with her non-injured hand. Something definitely doesn't look right with her pinkie, and she winces as I lightly run my finger over it.
"That doesn't feel too good-" Y/n curses as she brushes her thumb across her knuckles.
"That's what you get for thinking you could lay a hand on me."
I swear this guy has a death wish.
"Oh, I'd like to lay more than a hand on you, you evil fucker.”
Y/n tries to step around me, but I block her path.
"I'll handle this." I give her other hand a reassuring squeeze.
Her brows pull together as she shuts her mouth.
"I was coming here to check in on her and see how she was holding up after seeing me and Thérèse. I'm sure it can't be easy seeing how she’s never going to be good enough for anyon-"
Bone crunches beneath my fist as I slam it straight into Dean’s nose. A deep sense of satisfaction fills me as his head rears back, rolling with the momentum of my punch. Blood gushes down his face and drips onto the carpet.
He tries to staunch the bleeding, but nothing seems to work.
“Call me when you get bored of him Y/n." Dean laughs.
Something dark takes over me. "Get out!" I roar as I lunge at him. My fingers grip onto air as he stumbles backward, tripping over his shoes as he holds his head back.
The pressure in my chest doesn't lessen as he disappears through the double doors. Hopefully he returns to whatever corner of hell he crawled out of before I have a chance to get my hands on him again.
Y/n huffs. "Well, that didn't go exactly as expected." I turn around, finding her hand clutched to her chest. Her twisted expression has my blood rushing to my ears.
I shake my head at her and say, “You’re mad." I laugh softly.
She laughs before wincing at the hand pressed against her chest. "Ouch."
"Let me have a better look." My pulse quickens as I assess her injury. I'm careful not to touch the skin near her knuckles,keeping mind of the swelling. It doesn't look like an open fracture so at least that is good news.
"You're insane. There's no other explanation for why you would punch someone in the face without knowing how."
"I thought it would be like the movies." She finches as she checks out the damage.
"We need to get you to the hospital to have it checked out" I choke on the words, unable to process the reason I decide to make that call. I fucking hate hospitals.
"No! I'm fine. See!" She wiggles her fingers and recoils.
I'm hit with the urge to go find Dean but hold back.
"Why would you punch him?"
Her jaw locks together, and she looks down at her vans.
I lift her chin with my finger. "Tell me."
She sighs, and it takes an exorbitant amount of effort not to shake the answers out of her.
"Promise not to do anything illegal if I tell you?"
"No."
Her head drops. "You're not going to be happy."
"I'm never happy." Except for rare occasions. All of which she is a part of.
She looks back up at me. Her eyes have a sheen to them that has nothing to do with her injured hand.
“He told me to…”
"To what?" Every muscle in my body tenses.
"to be with him or he’d make me regret it." She looks away as if she can hide the way her face is a wreck of emotions.
I'm already halfway down the stairs, body hot to the touch and my head empty of any thoughts besides finding Dean and pummeling him into the ground.
I should have known he would try to pull off a stunt like this. Part of me had stupidly hoped he would have some sense of decency left, but it seems he doesn't have a moral bone left in his body. I underestimated just how far he would go to retain her.
Y/n grips onto my arm and tugs me back. "Wait!"
"I can't talk to you right now.”
I can't talk to anyone, let alone her.
You're the one who brought her into this mess. What did you expect? You could’ve just told her how you felt last summer and prevented her getting with Dean in the first place.
Blood heats beneath my skin. I try to shake her off, but her hold only grows more desperate.
"I need you to take me to the hospital."
I pause, seeing through the cloud of red haze blocking my decision-making. "What?"
Her misty eyes lock onto mine. "I'm in a lot of pain."
Fuck. I release a ragged breath and shut my eyes. "Jere will take you."
"Connie, I need you there. Please." Her plea is my undoing.
My plan to send Dean into a coma slips away as I shut my eyes and nod my head. "Fine. Let's get you to a doctor.”
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part three done!!
side note: i wanted them to get matching ivy leaf tattoos bc they reminded me of taylor swifts song ivy🍂🍂
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1999 - final part…
1999, part four - final part!
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warnings: tiny angst, mostly fluff, swearing
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conrad’s pov
Since Y/n is unable to hold a phone herself, I'm tasked with a lot, but I didn't fully realize the worry of her family until she had me working through each task with her.
No wonder she’s overwhelmed. The number of texts from Laurel, Mom, Belly, Jere and Steven she has to sift through in a given hour would drive anyone insane.
Or maybe I'm just going crazy by sitting this close to her. The smell of her coconut soap is permanently ingrained into my memory as she sits flush against me, pointing at different texts with her uninjured hand.
I can tell her nerves grow stronger as the Uber near the hospital.
Her knees bounce up and down as she dictates message after message I need to send, confusing me more and more with every word.
The work doesn't stop there. After we check in, a nurse hands us a clipboard filled with pages of information that need to be filled out. Y/n stares at it like it might catch on fire at any moment.
"Here." I pass it to her.
Her eyes shift toward the exit. "Will you help me please? I can't write like this." Her voice drops to a barely audible whisper.
"Okay. Tell me your answers and I'll write them down."
Her throat bobs as she scans the first line. It takes her far longer than necessary to read the first question.
"Do you mind reading the questions aloud for me? I'm too stressed to concentrate right now." Her overcompensating smile irritates me.
"Are you sure? Some of the questions are probably personal."
Don't be a dick. Just do what she says.
"I don't care.”
The rigid way she sits in her chair says the complete opposite.
She seems to be one minute away from breaking down, so I concede. I sigh as I grab the pen and get started on the first question. The paperwork doesn't take us as long as I anticipated, so Y/n and I sit together in silence. She stares at the exit longingly.
The way her eyes dart around the room as she gnaws on her bottom lip makes me feel merciful enough to save her from the anxiety eating her up inside.
“If it's any consolation, I hate hospitals too."
Her head swings toward the direction of my voice.
"Yeah?"
I nod. "Haven't been to one since…"
"I know." she says as she sees my chest heaves as I remember the millions of times we’ve been here before.
I keep my eyes focused on the soundless television playing in one corner.
Her good hand clasps onto mine and gives it a squeeze. I'm grateful she understands me enough not to ask any other questions. The idea of offering another raw part of myself feels like a betrayal of the years I've spent carefully developing a certain kind of persona.
"I hate them too." Her voice cracks.
"Why?"
She stares down at her swollen hand. “My dad…” She pauses, and I give her hand a reassuring squeeze like she gave me. "Let's just say mom ended up in the ER a couple of times for being clumsy."
I take a deep breath to stave off the anger bubbling beneath the surface. "And did you have issues with being clumsy?" If she says yes, I swear to God two men will end up floating in the Chicago River tonight.
She shakes her head rather aggressively. "No. No." My rapid heart rate can be heard through my ears. "If you were, you can tell me." While I can't promise I won't do anything about it, I can promise to make him hurt. A lot. With sulfuric acid or something, those pre-med studies are starting to come in handy now.
The overwhelming sense of protectiveness hits me hard, and I don't shy away from it. There is nothing I hate more than men who use their fists against innocent women and children.
"It never got to that point. Suze made sure of it." she says with a small smile.
"How?"
"She caught onto the signs and interfered before things got bad. Used her savings from my grandpa's life insurance policy to help Mom get a divorce and start a new life." A tear slips down her face, and I can't stand the sight of it.
I brush it away with the pad of my thumb, but the damp trail still lingers. A driving force inside of me wants to erase the sad look on her face. "Did her plan also happen to include a jug of sulfuric acid?"
She forces out a laugh. "I think concrete shoes were more in style back then."
I fake shudder. "Remind me to never make mom angry again."
"Forget her, you'd have to deal with me." She holds up her injured hand like a war trophy.
"I'm absolutely terrified."
"Miss Y/n?" a nurse calls out.
Y/n doesn't move at the sound of her name.
"That's you." I place my hand on her thigh and give it a squeeze.
She sucks in a deep breath as she stares down at my hand.
Her chair nearly tumbles behind her as she bolts out of the seat, throwing her one good hand up in the air. "I'm here!"
The nurse leads us through the emergency room bay.
Individual beds line the wall, each area divided by a paper curtain.
The empty bed meant for Y/n is unacceptable. Between the person retching behind one partition and the individual on the other side hacking up their lung, I refuse to let her be seen here.
"I'd like my…my friend, to be taken care of in a private suite," I speak up. I know I sound snotty right now but honestly, I’ll be damned if I let her already horrible hospital experience get any worse.
The nurse grimaces as her gaze licks across my body. "This is a hospital. Not the Ritz. Take a seat and wait for the doctor like everyone else."
Y/n hops on the bed without any complaint, and I'm tempted to grab her and go elsewhere. The nurse doesn't seem the least bit bothered by all the noise happening around us as she checks Y/n’s vitals and asks some routine questions.
Y/n answers each one while chewing her bottom lip raw. This atmosphere couldn't put anyone at ease, least of all her.
The nurse hangs the clipboard at the foot of the bed, and I decide to try again.
"I'll pay whatever it takes to have her seen somewhere quieter. Money is no object."
The nurse only replies by shutting the paper curtain in my face.
Y/n laughs while I stare at the curtain, dumbfounded to be treated like this.
"You find this funny?"
She nods, her eyes alight for the first time all night. "Did you see her face when you said money is no object? I think if she didn't put the clipboard away, she would have slapped your face with it."
"It's not my fault she isn't accustomed to how things are done in the real world."
"Wake up baby. You're living in the real world." She waves around our room.
"It's terrifying." I say, looking away so she couldn’t see the blush that appeared on my face at the nickname.
"Come here. I'II make it better." Y/n pats the bed.
Doubtful, but I'm a glutton for giving her what she wants lately. Paper crinkles as I sit next to her. I take up most of the bed, giving her little room to get away from me. My thigh brushes against hers. She tries to scoot away, but there isn't enough space.
“Isn’t this cozy?" she quips.
I give her a small smile before she asks, “Hey! Let me see your tattoo.”
God I’d forgotten all about them. I move the collar of my shirt to show the two small ivy leaves we’d gotten. She gasps and gently touches my skin, “Oh my gosh it’s so pretty Connie.” she stares at it for a moment before I ask to see hers.
She lifts up her shirt on the side, exposing her ribcage and the two matching leaves.
“I can’t believe you agreed to get a Taylor Swift referenced tattoo with me Con.” she says as I admire the tattoo for a bit.
I smile until saying, “Hey I might be quiet and mopey but at least I have good taste in music.”
She softly smiles at me before eyeing the IV bag with horror before checking out the exit.
"What’s wrong?”
She leans closer to me and whispers, "Is now a bad time to admit I pass out whenever someone tries to stick a needle in me?"
My lips lift at the corners. I don't know why I find the idea hilarious, given her ability to watch eight consecutive hours of true crime documentaries without so much as flinching.
"You're afraid of needles?"
She sputters. "No. I'm not afraid. It just happens to be a bodily reaction I can't control."
“That's good then because the nurse needs to set you up with that IV when she comes back."
“No! Don't tell me that! I thought she was one of the good ones.”
I nod, pressing my lips together to prevent myself from laughing.
"She lied to me!" She bolts from the seat and would have tripped over her own heels if I didn't reach out and catch her.
*Careful." I place her back on the bed and decide to stand guard in case she gets any ideas to flee the scene.
Her eyes fit from me to the gap between two curtains, as if she is thinking how she can get past me.
"I'm joking.”
She scans my face for the truth before she slaps my shoulder with her good hand. "Asshole! I believed you!"
Laughter explodes out of me like a bomb, stunning her.
“Did you just laugh?”
"No."
“Yes." Someone calls out from the other side of the curtain.
“Now, do you mind shutting up? Some of us are trying to get some sleep over here after having our stomach pumped."
Fuck this place and the people in here. "We're leaving."
"Not so fast. You can't leave before I check you out." The doctor strolls in and points at the bed with his clipboard.
Y/n remains tight-lipped as the doctor checks her chart. He asks her some questions about how she got hurt, all while staring me up and down like I'm the person she was trying to injure. She is taken away for a few scans, and my breathing doesn't return to normal until the nurse brings her back.
That should be my first sign that things are getting out of hand on my end. I'm inching closer to an emotional minefield without any kind of map, only one wrong step away from exploding.
The doctor checks the scans. "It looks like you have a boxer's fracture."
Her face brightens. "That sounds badass."
I glare at her. "Calm down, Muhammad Ali. I wouldn't count today as a victory by any means."
The doctor's eyes lighten. "Next time, avoid any initial contact on the fourth and fifth knuckles."
"Please don't encourage her."
The doctor shakes his head with a laugh before giving Y/n a detailed set of instructions regarding the healing time. I'm skeptical about the whole visit and, given the setting, doubtful about the level of care. I'll be damned if Y/n sustains permanent injuries because of Dean. My chest tightens at the idea.
“Great Thanks, Doc!" She hops off the bed, but I hold my arm out, stopping her
"I’d like a second opinion." The command bursts out of me without any rhyme or reason. Deep down, I know a boxer's fracture isn't the worst thing that could have happened. But things aren't right in my head where Y/n is concerned. At least not anymore.
Both of the doctor's eyebrows arch. "For a small fracture?"
"Don't mind him. He tends to be a bit overbearing." She shoots me a look as if I'm the crazy one out of the two of us.
"Okay..." the doctor says.
Maybe I am losing it because why else would I care?
You hate it when she cries.
You wouldn't mind murdering someone who hurt her.
You took her to the hospital even though you despise them with every fibre of your being.
The signs all point to one thing: our situation is quickly crumbling, and I'm the only one to blame.
Y/n interrupts my thoughts. "I'll be sure to wear the brace for a few weeks and avoid any kind of activities that could aggravate the injury."
"Perfect. And don't forget to schedule a follow-up visit with your physician. "The doctor gives me one last look before handing Y/n the discharge paperwork. "Nice meeting you."
"Will you help me with this?" She holds out the clipboard with her left hand as the doctor leaves.
I grab it from her and fill it out.
She checks the time on her phone. "Well, at least that didn't take as long as I thought it would. I'm sure you're dying to get back home."
That's the scary thing. I didn't think about anything or anyone once during our entire time here because making sure she was taken care of was my only concern. I've spent the past seventeen years of my life thinking solely about my future, and all it took was one girl to make me completely forget about my responsibilities for a few hours.
As if that doesn't scare me enough, it only takes one glance at her makeshift brace to make my blood burn hot under my skin. I know exactly why her injury angers me more than anything else.
It's the same reason I feel the urge to push Jere away from her whenever he gets too close or the way I unexplainably need to see her whenever she is out of my sight for longer than a few hours.
You’re in love with her.
Fuck.
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y/n’s pov
We’re in an Uber on the way home, sitting in comfortable silence until Conrad breaks it.
“Why’d you get with Dean anyway?” My stomach doubles over.
Comfortable silence is so overrated.
I sigh. I’ve been dreading this question for ages now.
“I don’t know.” I answer vaguely.
Conrad gives me a puzzled look, “What do you mean you don't know? You must’ve had a reason.”
His restlessness gets me more agitated.
“I don’t know Conrad. I don’t know why I got with him, I don’t know why I was waiting on you for so long either.” I look out the window as the car stops in front of the house.
“What? What do you mean?” he says as I get out the car and speed up to the front door, taking the keys out of my pocket and refusing to carry on with this conversation anymore.
Conrad keeps yelling after me as he follows me upstairs to my room, both of us trying to ignore everyone else who joined Conrad and are trying to ask their own questions.
I slam my door shut and collapse on my bed hearing Conrad trying to calm everyone down and telling them everything that's happened until he asks them all to give me some space for now.
I cry in the silence as I hear everyone leaving from outside the door until it opens.
“Hey.”
Steven. Thank God.
“Steve…” I say sniffling.
He looks at me with a sad smile before sitting on the bed with me and taking me in his arms.
“Con told us everything,” he says after a few minutes of holding me, “did you really get a boxer's fracture?”
I laugh in tears before showing him my hand and saying, “You should see the other guy.”
Steven and I laugh together before going back to the silence as he hugs me.
“He really cares about you, you know.”
“No he doesn’t. He hates me. I yelled at him and now I’m crying here on my bed like an idiot.”
“Did he say anything to you?” Steven looks down at me.
I shake my head before saying, “He asked why I got with Dean.”
“Oh. That’s not too bad.”
“No it’s not.”
“Then why are you so upset?”
“Because I’ve been waiting for Conrad for so long and I’m just sick and tired of always being there to help him get over his breakups when he’d be so much better off with me. I know I sound selfish and none of my reasons are justified but I just thought that after everything we’ve been through together, he’d maybe like me just a little bit.”
Steven hugs me again and softly says, “He does.”
After that almost everyone but Conrad came in to check up on me and make sure I was okay, making me feel even more guilty about being all emotional like this. It’s not until Susannah’s holding me and whispering sweet nothings that my eyes start to feel heavy.
I think I fell asleep after that, I don’t remember much except waking up to the sun shining its very unwelcome face in my eyes.
I step out of my room after freshening up and I’m about to make my way to the kitchen for food until I’m stopped by something in the hallway.
Or should I say someone.
“Conrad,” I bend down and stroke his hair out of his face, “Conrad wake up.” I say gently.
He stirs for a minute before sitting up and taking my hands in his.
“Have you been out here all night?” I ask.
“Yes.” he says in a raspy voice.
God that voice would make my knees give out if I wasn’t already on the floor with him.
“Why?”
“I need to talk to you.”
I sigh before he interrupts me, “Listen, I heard everything you said to Steven last night and I know I shouldn’t have and I was eavesdropping but I’m sorry it was by accident. And I know I don’t deserve any more of your time…I’ve already wasted a lot of it but just hear me out for ten minutes.”
“No.” I try to get out of his grasp.
“Stop fighting and give me ten minutes.”
“No way.”
“Nine then.”
“Five.”
“Eight and a half.”
“Six.”
“Seven.”
I pause, knowing that he won’t let me go anywhere before I hear him out.
“You don’t deserve seven seconds, let alone seven minutes of my time.”
“How about seven words then?”
I laugh. “I’d like to see you try.”
“I am falling in love with you.”
I blink up at him. Either I am still sleeping or I must have not heard him correctly because there is no way Conrad Fisher just admitted that he is falling in love with me.
Absolutely no fucking way.
Right?
I squeeze my eyes shut as if that can erase the words from my memory.
"You're joking.
"I'm not."
"This is just another part of your game." I try to push him away, but he doesn't budge.
"It stopped being a game for me a long time ago."
"You're lying."
His brows pull together. "Ask me why I hate when people touch my bookshelf."
"Are you serious right now? What does that have to do with any of this?" I think back to his bookshelf he won’t let any of the others go near but loves to let me organise and re-organise each year.
"Because I did it for you."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I read somewhere online that organising objects like books and things is good for people with anxiety, because then they can feel in control of something and know exactly what to expect especially if things are the same as they've predicted all the time. You love reading too, so I changed it. Bought all the books you like to read so that you’d stay and read with me more often. I forced everyone else out of my room and especially away from that bookshelf. All because I wanted to help you."
Emotions clog my throat, preventing my ability to reply.
What can I possibly say that could compare to that?
Conrad doesn't give me an option as he continues. "Want to know why I kept this plant you got me?" he says pointing to the small green cactus with “Don’t be a prick” written on the pot that we could see looking into his room from the hallway.
I nod.
"Because it was the first time someone got me a present that made me laugh."
If hearts could melt into puddles, mine would be liquified right about now.
I take a deep breath.
Remember what he did.
“Con that doesn't change anything you still ignored me for a whole year. Every time I tried to call you or text you, you’d just leave me on read or decline, and now you’re telling me you love me? Who does that?"
"Someone who doesn't understand the first thing about loving someone, but is willing to try if you give me a chance."
"You want me to give you a chance after everything? Do you think I'm stupid?"
He winces, and a bit of my anger fades away at his vulnerability.
"Intelligence has nothing to do with this."
"Easy for you to say when you're not the one who feels like a fool."
"Really? Because based on your reaction today, I'm feeling pretty damn foolish for ever admitting that I'm falling in love with you." He gets up off the floor, leaving me feeling chilled to the bone.
"Con..." I reach out, but he takes a step back.
My eyes sting from his rejection. It hurts.
“I’m not asking you to love me back. I don't expect that and I'm not sure if I ever will because I'm the furthest thing for lovable. I'm selfish, and rude, and don't know the first thing about being in a proper relationship with someone. But that doesn't mean I’m not willing to try for you if you let me."
How am I supposed to be angry at him when he thinks he is unlovable?
A pain rips through my chest at the thought of him talking about himself this way.
I get up off the floor and walk straight into his chest. His arms quickly wrap themselves around my waist, holding me even tighter.
"Just because you make selfish choices doesn't mean you're a selfish person. At least not completely."
This boy had been there for Belly, Steven, me and Jere for years without any kind of payback, especially when Susannah was going through her cancer and despite feeling an immense amount of pain himself, he shoved all his emotions aside so that he could be there for us. For me. If that isn't a selfless sacrifice, I don't know what is.
"Your logic is half-baked at best."
"So is yours, seeing as you called yourself unlovable."
His body tenses. "I'm stating facts."
"I don't know what bullshit your father told you over the years, but it's not true. Your brother loves you."
"He’s obligated to."
"No one is obligated to love someone else. Blood or not."
He takes a deep breath. "You're right."
I smile up at him. "I could get used to hearing those words."
He reaches up and cups my cheek. "Give me a chance and I'll tell you them every single day."
I sigh and look away. "I don't know.”
"Tell me what's stopping you."
"You don't do relationships."
“Good thing our feelings lead us here rather than our minds, and mine are willing to try then."
I avoid his penetrating gaze. "What if my feelings are telling me to run?”
“It's cute you think you can outrun me, but I'll give you a head start just to make things interesting." he smiles down at me.
"Do you always have an answer for everything?"
"Not for the one that matters most." The way he looks at me stirs up something deep inside of me.
Longing. I want to give him a chance, regardless of the potential fallout.
You might get hurt.
I might, but I might miss out on something special because I’m too afraid of the what ifs. I'm done being that person. Even if it means getting hurt, I'd rather try and fail than never try at all.
I stand on the tips of my toes and press my lips against his.
He holds me tight against his chest, as if he is afraid of letting me go.
I pull away, only to clasp onto his chin. "This could be a disaster, but I'm willing to try."
He shuts me up by pushing his lips against mine, sealing our new deal. The way he kisses me is different than any time before. He cups my face with the palms of his hands as his lips mold against mine, teasing me until I feel dizzy. His thumb brushes across my cheek back and forth, and heat rushes down my spine straight to my belly. He makes me feel cherished. Protected.
Loved in a way that makes me never want to come back down to reality.
I could spend forever being kissed like this and still feel like it isn't enough. While Conrad might not be the best with words, his kiss says it all.
He is falling in love with me. And I’m falling in love with him. No translation necessary.
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ahh i cant believe its finished omg😔💔...
anyways, onto the next one😍🙏
again please lmk what you think of this and please give me requests on what to do next!!
Jeremiah Fisher poses for a painting
"How's it hanging Jeremiah" you ask as your bro approaches you wearing a tight white singlet that shows off every kilo that he's put on.
"Pretty good man. Yesterday I was posing for a painting and the painter just kept giving me more and more food. He gave me burgers, pizza, whole tubs of ice cream and a 3 tier cake"
"Was he a good painter" you ask with your eyes glued to Jeremiah's hairy pot belly that now bulges out of his tight singlet.
"Nah he was pretty rubbish - I looked hella fat in the painting. Anyways, lets go get some food, I've been starving ever since yesterday. Macdonalds?"
Cameron Dallas goes out for lunch
"Hey bro, I'm starving. Do you reckon you could make me some lunch. I'm so hungry I could eat an entire family's thanksgiving feast!" You look into Cameron's greedy eyes and realise he'll eat more than just his words...
Cameron sat sprawled with his hairy thighs spread across the chair in order to give his bulging belly as much space as possible. **buuurrrrpp** "Holy shit man! I'm fucking stuffed!" Cameron moaned as you admired his new manly bod. "What was in that turkey? I don't think I'll ever eat again" "There still apple pie in my car, big fella" at those words you saw his dick stiffen, his eyes glaze over and drool drip down his chin and onto his soft moobs and manly belly.