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if I see another ‘the summer I turned pretty’ fanfic with the title ‘Cruel Summer’ I might just lose it
i still stand by this idc. team conrad FOR INFINITYYYYY
“book jeremiah and show jeremiah are two different ppl” no they aren’t. they are the same character written by the same person. that is the same fucking guy.
Us Conrad girlies need to stay strong 🙏🏻
@5sosmukefan asked: Can you do one please where Conrad and yn are together and in med school and he get sick with flu or strep and yn takes care of him till better please even when tries say he's fine but she shoves him lay couch and shoves thermometer under his tongue please.
CONRAD FISHER X READER!! ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE FLUFF!!!
Ofc! Sorry this is literally so late but I tried my best and I hope you like it!
(Tw: throwing up, sick, flu, that's really it I think but if I missed one tell me!) I tried to not gender the reader to much but idk if it worked cause this is my first fic and IDK what I'm doing but anyway I'll stop yapping please enjoy! 😁
It was a cold winter night at Stanford as you had been in the library all day studying for your SATs making sure you knew every bit of material you could possibly need to try and get the most perfect score you could. Conrad knew this and knew that you took school really seriously just like him and wouldn't settle for anything but the best score you could get. So when Conrad saw he had fallen I'll with the flu, he decided it would be better to not tell you until after the SATs were over so you wouldn't have to worry about him.
When you got home you called out for Conrad but there wasn't a response so you got a little bit worried "Conrad? Are you home?" You yell into the little dorm apartment you guys had as you walk further into the apartment putting your keys down you heard the faint sound of something in the bathroom like, gagging? You get confused and walk into the bathroom and immediately get hit with a pang of sadness and confusion as you see Conrad crouched over the toilet vomiting "omg! Baby are you ok??" You ask as you run over to him crouching near-ish him as he leans back on the bathroom wall "yeah, I'm fine don't worry about it baby.. just ate something funny I guess..."
But you're not stupid and Conrad's always been a bad liar so you quickly stand him up and walk him to the couch, not without him protesting ofc "y/n I swear I'm fine-" "no your not! Now lay down I'm taking care of you, let me be ur doctor" you say with a slight smile finding it cute to take care of him even though all he does is insist hes fine but the red nose from tissues overall look of being tired tell you different. as you lay him down on the couch and put a blanket over him letting him out whatever he wanted on TV as you walk to the medical closet grabbing a thermometer and medicine as you walk back you wave the thermometer in his face.
"open your mouth" you say sitting next to him on the couch "no babe I'm literally fine you need to study-" you cut him off surprised"that's what this is about?!? Babe... I'd rather fail that than ignore the fact your sick now open you mouth.." you say prying his mouth open and putting the thermometer in his mouth and taking it out after it beeps and immediately gasping "Jesus baby! Your literally burning!" You say looking at the 106° on the thermometer quickly running into the kitchen grabbing some medicine and making tea, and bringing him a tray of stuff he needs like medicine and tissues, and also stuff he likes when he's sick like tea and crackers (literally whatever as long as you give it to him #simp🤭) and for the next week you take time off studying and cancelling plans or study sessions with friends to stay with Conrad. taking care of him until he's better always checking on him and everything cause your just so anxious that he's gonna need you and you won't be there so you just decide to always be there for him.
and that earns you the nickname of "my favorite little nurse" from Conrad, who will never stop teasing you EVER. But definitely expect that after that week when he's feeling better all he's gonna do is cuddle and do everything for you trying to pay it back cause he feels bad he couldn't do all that by himself but also so thankful for you, cause he just loves you so much, his little special nurse<3
(I can't think of a better ending omg 😖😝)
I have no idea if this was good or not and I'm so sorry if it's bad since this is my first fic, I tried to like add dialogue but omg its so hard for me. I hope it's not to short but I just really wanted to write it cause I felt so bad for being busy all the time and not doing it so I hope you like it!!
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
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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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well that was a journey🤡🤡
lmk what you think and please feel free to request anything on my bio even things for part three!! (no smut please)
i can't believe the "sometimes i think you're a little too good at being fine" "isn't that what everyone wants me to be?" scene exists and people STILL think conrad is the neglected one in that family.
Conrad Fisher makes me fucking feral.
I see him and I start foaming at the mouth
The things he does to me 😪😪
I’d let him do anything to me