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if I see another ‘the summer I turned pretty’ fanfic with the title ‘Cruel Summer’ I might just lose it

dinner || c.f x fem!reader

WARNING- slight pubic sex??, mean belly, fingering, pnv, kinda choking, and reader is on birth control. i think thats all but pls comment if i missed anything! reader has a job as a babysitter during the summer!

Summary: at dinner on one of your first nights at cousins, conrad decided to have a little fun at the dinner table.

Word Count: 799

It was a pretty good night you thought until conrad wanted to have fun teasing you. He first started with putting his hand on your thigh and going up slowly until it was almost touching your underwear.

On this night you decided to wear a summer dress that you rarely wore but wanted to wear since it was pretty warm. But now that the situation you were in, you regretted it, a lot.

"So y/n how is it going with babysitting?" Susannah asked me as conrad stated to lightly touch my core. "u-um it going going so fair the smith kids are so good with me, which i'm very grateful for." i answer. "That's good, i'm glad." she said. belly grumbled and said under her breath. "What was that belly?" i asked already pissed at her, and i have a reason. she had been throwing herself on conrad and jeremiah since she came here.

She has or had a boyfriend but i'm not ever sure. " Nothing y/n." she said with a slight attitude. "Belly i'm not stupid, i heard something." i said annoyed. And at this very moment i wanted to smack but kiss conrad at the same time. He entered his fingers in me and i closed my eyes and clenched my fork in my hand. " I said i'm surprised that you haven't fucked their dad yet." i clench my fork even harder if that's even possible. Conrad's fingers work faster as i try not to make a noise.

"For a matter of a belly i haven't been fucking their dad, i have my own boyfriend to fuck." i say throwing my fork down and grabbing conrad's hand and they fall out of me and we walk faster out of the room and back to his room, but as your walking away you hear belly mom scolding her along with jeremiah and steven holding back their laugh.

We get to his room and i lock the door and fall on the bed. " belly is such a bitch sometimes and why would i fuck someones dad when i have my own money?" i said and look up at conrad smirking. "so you have your own boyfriend to fuck huh?" he asked. i nod shyly. "that's so cute y/n/n" he dips on the bed and moves you to where he is in between your legs. He lifts your dress and looks up to you for consent, you nod flabbergasted. he frowns and grabs your chin to loo at him. "i need words sweetheart." he says, you bit your lip "yes please" he kisses you and takes the dress fully of and makes kisses down your body. your body feels like it on fire just with his kisses.

He finally gets down to your throbbing core. he rubs the clothed clit and moves it to the side and kisses it. finally he dips into your core, eating it like its dinner. you moan and grab his hair and gripping it slightly, he whimpers. you moan even more and buck your hips into his mouth, wanting more. "connie, more please." you beg. he adds two digits into you. you squirm and gasp for air. it feels so fucking good, all you see is white.

"connie i'm going to cum! can i cum please?" you ask, wanting to let the presser away. "go ahead baby." he mumbling into your clit. you shake and your legs tremble slighting, moaning into your hand.

conrad comes back up to your face and kisses you rubbing your boobs. he takes off his pant and pumps himself before looking up to you making sure its okay to enter you. "go ahead." you say still recovering for your last orgasm. he enters you slowly making sure you have time to adjust.

His starts going faster and bringing a hand up to your throat and squeezing slightly. your eyes roll backwards and let out a moan. you bring a hand to rub your clit and start to feel your second orgasm reaching. you feel conrad twitching inside you making you tell that his going to cum in the matter of seconds.

"connie can i cum? im so close." you whine and squeeze your walls around him. "im gunna cum too, go ahead." he grunts and he cums first and that sets a trigger and you cum all cover his cock.

his takes himself out of you and kisses you one last time before heading to his bathroom to go and get a towel to wipe you down with. "thank you." you give him a small smile and he just smiles back and helps wipe you down before cleaning himself up and giving you clothes to sleep in.

"i love you sweetheart."

"i love you too connie."

Ok so I have 4 imagine requests for TSITP you don’t have to write all of them but I thought I’d give you a few options.

One is a Conrad imagine they’re at a party at the beach and the reader’s ex sees them dancing together and gets pissed. He starts yelling at the reader abs Conrad gets pissed and tries to fight her ex. The reader stops him and they go back to his house. The other one is a Jeremiah imagine it’s the same as the Conrad one but Jeremiah is the one getting hit on! The third one is for Steven Conklin. I would love for the reader to be Conrad and Jeremiah’s little sister secretly dating Steven and one day her brothers find out and get mad but then learn to accept it once they see how happy she is.The fourth one is for Cam where they’re at a bonfire party and someone hits on the reader and Cam comes to her rescue

If you want to do smut that’s great if not that’s ok too!!!! I love fluff just as much as I love smut!

Hi! thank you for the images ill make sure sure to do one or two of them! just give me a few days bc i procrastinate a bunch! but ill try to get one out tonight and ill make them fluff and then get into the smut later on. ♥

finding out || s.c x fem!reader

Warning: fluff, Conrad kinda being mean to reader, jere being a sweetheart about it.

Summary: Y/n and Steven have been sneaking around since he came to cousins. the guys find out when they go out side to the pool.

Work Count: 575

You and Steven have been sneaking kisses and going into each others room every night since he's been here. You know for a matter of a fact that your brothers are going to flip out with they find out that their best friend and sister have been sneaking around.

You think Jeremiah is going to be the big brother about the situation because he doesn't flip out on you unlike Conrad.

You had just went down stairs for breakfast and no one was up yet, or so you thought. you grabbed the milk out of the refrigerator and grabbed your favorite cereal out of the pantry. Putting the milk back you feel arms wrapping around you. giggling you turn around and see Steven, kissing him and moving his hair out of his eyes.

"good morning sweets" he says, you just laugh and kiss him. "what? it that not a good name?" he panics. "no, no, it's just funny babe" you laugh about it again. He pouts and kisses your forehead. You walk back over to the island and start to eat your cereal. "so wanna go swimming in the pool today?" he asks, "sure i don't mind" you smile and finish up your cereal and walk upstairs.

walking out the sliding door you find steven already in the pool. "well look at you pretty girl!" he hypes you up. you laugh and jump into the pool and rise back up to get air. he swims up to you wraps his arm around you. " your so beautiful." he mumbles, you smile. "your so handsome." pushing his hair out of his face and kissing him.

"what the fuck?" you hear from behind you. your head turns so fast you think your going to get whiplash. "connie, jere what are you doing here?" you ask in panic, your heart is thumping in your throat. "we were going to swim, but now i'm wounding why my sister and our best friend is kissing each other." conrad asks, his face is red and it's not from heat, but from anger. jeremiah is just shocked and wont say anything. "can we please just inside and talk, please." you plead not wanting him to get anymore angered.

he simply just nods. steven and I rush to wrap a towel around ourselves and rush inside. you both sit in front of them. "well I guess i just start from the beginning." you say looking at your hands.

you ans Steven explain that you've had been sneaking away with each other and having feeling with each other. after a moment Jeremiah finally speaks up. "y/n/n i'm just glad that your happy and found someone who like you." he says with a smile. you feel relief that his okay with it. "thanks jere bear." he chuckles. Conrad seems to be putting thoughts together but finally says something. "y/n/n i'm so glad that your happy. i'm sorry for getting upset with you and i shouldn't have. but Steven if you hurt here your dead." he says seriously.

Steven just smiles nervously. "i would ever hurt y/n/n, i really like her." he looks at me and kisses my forehead, i smile. "ew bro don't you dare do that in front of me." Conrad says with a sour looks. we roll our eyes and get up tackling them.

"i love you guys."

"we love you to y/n/n"

TAGS:@gillybear17

Hi everyone, please leave me imagine ideas! it can be about conrad, jeremiah, steven, and belly! :")

Here is one of the ideas of TSITP smut!

-after y/n, belly and taylor gets picked up by Connie & Jere

-y/n gets mad at Connie so they don’t drive back home with him

-when they get home, conrad goes to the guest room where y/n is staying

-then like dom!connie asking why she’s mad and stuff soooo angry sex iggg

hi babes, ill try and write some later but rn im tried af. i havent slept at all, like i pulled an all nighter lmao. ill add you to the tag list! <3

Hi, I love your writing so much and I hope you’re having a great day or night! I don’t know if you write anything lgbtq+ but I was wondering if you could write something with Belly and a pansexual reader and it’s just some cute fluff maybe a little angst too? It could be something like reader doesn’t know if Belly likes girls and she is new to cousins so she is scared to ask her out but instead Belly makes the first move. It could be anything really like a first date or cuddling but completely up to you. Thank you for your time,

-Kie <3

of course! im apart of the lgbtq+ community, im bisexual myself! i think this image is so cute! ill make sure to get it out as soon as i can, i may make some things a little different but still going to be a belly imagine ♥

locked in || j.f x fem!conklin reader

Warnings: cursing,smut, kinda dom!reader, reader is five months younger than belly, reader is on birth control. think that's all but please tell me if i'm missing anything!

Summary: Y/n and Jeremiah get locked in bathroom and has a deep conversation, and ends up getting steamy.

Requested: @t-t-070906

Word Count: 864

Me and Conrad have always been close. He is my ride or die. always telling each other everything. belly, my older sister, of course got jealous as a normal girlfriend would. but I have my eyes set on someone else.

Jeremiah fisher, the brother of conrad. We of course were friends, growing up together and all but, we never told each other our secrets. we just enjoyed each other company.

Belly and conrad had left for the beach. so i decided to finally so my hair counting that it's been a bun since we got here. I went to my room and saw that all my hair ties were gone, i probably left them in the bathroom like i always did.

I realized that jeremiah was in the bathroom, i knocked on the door and waited for a response. "yeah?" he yelled. "can i come in i left my hair ties in there." i called back. "yeah, sure." he yelled back. i opened the door and shut it, so no cold air would get in. i grabbed my hair ties and went to go open the door but it was like locked but it wasnt even locked!

"um jere the door wont open." i said nervously. "what?" he called out turning of the water off and grabbing the towel. "yeah it like its jammed" he opened the glass door. his chest was wet and shinny. i tried not to stare, but i kind of hard when it's jeremiah fisher.

"here let me try." he said and went to the door and yanked on it. i sighed. why me god, why me? "well i guess we have to wait till connie and belly get home." he said looking at me. i stared at my feet and shifted uncomfortably. "hey, i have a question." he said. "sure, what is it." i said. "why arent you close with me and just conrad?" he asked. my eyes widened, not expecting him to ask me this kind of question.

i deeply sighed. " i don't know jere, i'm just not." i said looking anywhere but his eyes. "y/n that's a shit answer. i know there is a reason." he said looking in my eyes. i mumbled an answer. "what was that y/n? i could hear you." he teased. i rolled my eyes. "fine. i said it's because i like you a lot." i said trying to ignore my burning cheeks.

he had that smirk that we all know and i hate. "shut the fuck up jeremiah" i huffed. he just moved my hair and came closer to my face. he looked at my lips and then my eyes. god.

he brought his lips to mine. he wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up to put me of the counter. i ran my hand through his now damp hair and tugging a tad. he made a mixture of a whimper and moan sound. i smirked into the kiss as he kissed down my neck. he was about to take of my shirt but look up at me for permission to take it off. i nodded and he pulled my shirt and started sucking my boobs. i moan and grabbed his hair and bit my lip.

he went further down my body and took off my short and moved my underwear to the side. he took of the towel and pumped him self a few time before lining him self up. he look at me. " can i go ahead?" he asked politely, like he wasn't about fuck someone in a bathroom.

"go ahead jere." i bit my lip again. he entered him self in. i moan and rolled my hips. he started going faster making me moan even loader. the thought of belly and cornrad coming home and catching us make me even more turned on. he pounded into as i held on to the counter with a death grip.

i felt myself coming to my high. "jere can i cum?" i asked through moan. "hold on i about to cum too." he said. i just moaned and tried to wait. "go ahead, ready?" i nodded virtuously and gripped his shoulders. i felt him cum into me first, i came a few seconds later. i felt myself go numb and shake around his cock. i rolled my eyes into the back of my eyes. he took himself out and made sure to stay close to me as i came down from my high.

i put my legs down as he grabbed a wet wash cloth and wiped me down, making sure to wipe up the cum that was going down my leg. he helped me back into my clothes. "thank you." i said with a smile. "of course y/n/n." he smiled back at me with the bright teeth he has.

"y/n, jere, were back" conrad yelled. jere smiled at me and helped me off the counter and kissed my forehead. "can we meet up at the pool later tonight?" he asked. i smiled "sure, 8?" he nodded and tried to open the door again, and it fucking opened. we look at each other and laughed.

TAGLIST: @t-t-070906 @gillybear17 @cmac-writes

posting a fluffy conrad image today! ima sleep now, thats its 7 am for me but anyway :D

🍾 — bubbly soda with steven Conklin?

we love stevie

ynssupersecretspamm

DEB BALL DATE ( we’re getting drunk ) 🪩

bellyball AYYY that’s my girl (and my brother but we won’t cheer for him)

-> sconklin05 you’re actually stupid belly

-> bellyball this is sibling abuse im reporting you

-> connonball you guys are so immature

-> ynssupersecretspamm but you love us ofc

-> jerebearr he only loves belly actually

-> bellyball aww ly too con

-> sconklin05 he fainted lmao

ynssupersecretspamm

predeb (ft. stevie reading ) @sconklin05 @connonball @bellyball

jerebearr nERDDDDD

-> ynssupersecretspamm the boy goes to princeton ofc he’s a nerd

-> sconklin05 not you too babe?

-> jerebearr ooh are we in babe territory now??

-> ynssupersecretspamm literally k!ll yourself jere

-> i.am.tay ur so mean @ynssupersecretspamm

connonball we look so good stevia

-> sconklin05 darling i know you’re a health nut but you can still call people sweetheart

-> bellyball darling?? sweetheart??

-> ynssupersecretspamm we’re not talking ‘bout stevia??

-> jerebearr you guys are more gay than me and i made out with a dude once

yn.yln.06

gentlemen!!

laurelparkwriting.official awww they’re all grown up now :))

-> jerebearr not me??

-> susannahf12 you’re always such a grown up jere

-> jerebearr thx maaa

connonball we’re so awesome @sconklin05

-> sconklin05 thank you darling

-> connonball anytime sweetheart

-> yn.yln.06 don’t start this up bruh!!

sconklin05 looking zesty bros

-> bellyball zesty?? changing ur contact name immediately

-> yn.yln.06 lmaooo changed it to zesty boyfie?

ynssupersecretspamm

we are ballin we are fearless we are boyfie’d up on birthday din

sconklin05 happy birthday darling ❤️

-> ynssupersecretspamm oh so now im darling??

-> bellyball fight fight fight

-> connonball let’s be honest steven would lose he’d just be staring into yn’s eyes and get punched or smn

-> sconklin05 this u?? 👩🤜 👱‍♂️

jerebearr HAPPY BIRTHDAY YN!!!

-> ynssupersecretspamm AWWWW ILYYY TY

-> jerebearr we’re getting so drunk

-> bellyball IM MAKING MY SPECIAL POMMY JUICE

-> sconklin05 spare us please @bellyball

instagram au.

pairings. conrad fisher x fem!reader

ricky rocks. lol i was bored

Do you still writing for summer I turned pretty request if so what characters you write for??

for sure, ill try my best since this would be my first fanfic and ick how long it would take since I'm pretty busy with sports but ill do Jeremiah, Conrad, or Steven, maybe others if I forgot so if those three aren't who your looking for you can still ask! (Hope that helped)

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.

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.

different ― c. fisher

SUMMARY: For your entire life you'd been hoping that one day, somehow, Conrad Fisher would look at you as more than just a friend. Who knew all it would take was a shiny piece of metal through the side of your nose?

PAIRING: conrad fisher x fem!reader WARNINGS: mentions of piercings and blood.

You had been going to the beach house at Cousins your entire life. Your mom, Laurel, and Beck had been a trio ever since they were nine years old. They'd dressed up as the Powerpuff Girls, Donna and The Dynamos, and every possible trio costume you could imagine throughout the years. They went their separate ways, had kids, and lived their separate lives. But every summer they all found their way back to Cousins. You found your way back. To the beach, to the house, to your best friend Belly, and to the boys.

Steven was Belly's older brother ― smart and annoying as all get out. And then there was Jeremiah the jester. He was a sunbeam in human form the way he was always laughing and smiling and being the life of the party. To be around Jeremiah was to be happy. And finally there was Conrad. Not much to be said there; but, somehow, also everything.

Conrad was the oldest, and the only one younger than you was Belly ― and that was only by less than a year. But because of that, Conrad only ever looked at you like a little sister. And as you two got older, that label started to bother you. Maybe because you stopped seeing him as an older brother. Maybe even more than a friend. And that was the issue ― his perspective never changed.

But you didn't need to worry about that. Summers in Cousins were about having fun. And that's exactly what you were here to do.

Your mom's car pulled into the driveway, giving you the first chance to breathe in the salty beach air. You found yourself smiling ― real smiling. The kind you don't notice until it's already there.

The front door opened and Susannah stepped out, a giddy smile on her face. "You're here!" she shouted, throwing her arms out. Things like that were very Susannah. She was theatrical and fun and sweet. That was what everyone loved about her ― especially you.

She wrapped you up in a hug the moment you stepped out of the car. "Oh, sweetheart, it's so good to see you!" she exclaimed, holding you tightly.

"It's good to see you too." you responded, smiling and taking a deep inhale. She always smelled like Chanel perfume, the kind you always begged your mom to get you. She always said no and told you you'd never use it, which you had to admit was true; it was Susannah's trademark.

You looked over Susannah's shoulder and saw that everyone had already gotten there ― Steven, Belly, and Laurel stood on the porch by the stairs. Jeremiah appeared in the doorway a second later, a smile stretching onto his face as he bolted down the stairs to you.

You laughed at his enthusiasm and let go of Susannah so she could hug your mom. The moment you did he scooped you into a tight hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around. "You're back, loser!" he shouted, almost like he was letting the entire neighborhood know.

"I can see that." you said with a laugh.

He set you back down, scanned your face, and frowned. He had found the nose piercing you had gotten over Christmas break. "Oh my God. What is this?" Jeremiah exclaimed, messing with the shiny object.

You laughed and cringed away. "Hey, stop! You're going to get it infected."

"I'm sorry, I'm just freaking out a little here," he laughed, "You look like a badass."

"I bet you cried like a baby while you got it though," Steven said, appearing at Jeremiah's side to pull you into a hug.

"Yeah, and it gushed blood like a fountain," you said, making a silly face and mimicked your nose pouring blood. Steven cringed away in disgust while Jeremiah laughed at him.

"You do look cool though," Belly said, giving you a hug too.

Belly let you go and, all of a sudden, there he was. Conrad stood a few feet behind the group in a hoodie and shorts. Same old Conrad. For a moment, the breath caught in your throat and time seemed to slow as you waited for him to say something.

But, as usual, Jeremiah beat him to it. He grabbed you by the shoulders as if to present you to Conrad. "Look at this! Our little Y/n is growing up so fast." he said, faking a sob. You elbowed him lightly in the gut, rolling your eyes at his antics. Now is not the time to be reinforcing the concept of 'little Y/n.'

Conrad's head tilted as he noticed the piercing. "It looks like you got a shiny piece of metal stuck to your face."

Very anti-climactic. So you just shrugged and played it off with another laugh. "Sounds weird when you put it like that, but, yeah, sure."

Another moment of awkward silence. You fiddled with the hem of your shorts.

"Aaaaaaand she looks amazing! Now that we've got that covered, let's get you guys settled in." Jeremiah said, taking a suitcase from your mom and pecking her on the cheek. Classic Jeremiah. He disappeared into the house with your stuff and you followed, not noticing as Conrad Fisher's eyes followed you through the doorway.

It had been a few days and Conrad had yet to say a word to you. Jeremiah had warned you over text that he had been especially moody the last couple of months, but you hadn't been expecting total radio silence. It was off-putting. When you were younger, you and Conrad would spend the entirety of dinner kicking each other under the table while the moms yelled at you to stop. Now he just stared down at his plate and didn't speak unless spoken to.

You would have been angry if you weren't worried. He'd quit football, something that he was really good at, and he seemed not to take interest in anything anymore. You'd walk into a room and he'd walk out, like he couldn't stand being around you anymore. It stung.

That night you laid starfish on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, running through the same monologue you had been repeating to yourself the whole week: what did I do wrong? With a huff, you got up, forcing yourself out of the spiral and into the closet, where you rummaged through your drawer of swimsuits until you found your favorite polka-dotted one. You traded them for your pajamas, grabbed a towel, and headed downstairs.

And, as you headed into the backyard for a late night wade through the pool, you discovered you weren't the only one with the same idea. Conrad sat at the edge of the pool, holding a smoking joint between two fingers. You both paused, noticing each other at the same time.

Then, you spoke. "Probably smart not to smoke in the house," you said, heading towards the pool, "although Laurel could probably catch you through the window."

He didn't respond, but he didn't protest as you sat down next to him. "And hey, what's this whole tough guy act you have going on, huh?" you continued.

"What?"

"You know, the whole brooding, emo thing you have going on. Where you don't talk to anyone and act like everything is a waste of your time," you said. "I still remember the Conrad that taught me how to add fractions and how to skateboard without breaking an ankle."

He blew out a puff of smoke. "That was years ago, Y/n."

"I know," you nodded. "I just wanted to remind you that you were nice once. And fun, too. And now you're like this whole other person that ― "

"This is about me being different?" Conrad asked, his voice rising slightly. "You're the one who showed up with dyed hair and a nose piercing."

Your eyebrows raised, an involuntary scoff escaping your lips before you could stop it. "Seriously? This is about my nose piercing? Look, if it makes you feel any better, I got it while I was drunk at a party in my friend's bathroom. Does that make you feel better, Conrad?"

"That's it, though. It feels like last summer you were putting seaweed in your hair and calling yourself George Washington. And now you're getting drunk at parties and piercing your nose?" he paused, his voice suddenly becoming solemn. "I always knew that things would change. I just never guessed it would be you."

You paused. This wasn't at all what you were expecting. But he was right ― you had changed, whether you noticed it or not. "Okay, so I've changed. Why does that give you an excuse to avoid me like the plague?"

"It doesn't. I'm sorry," he said, and you believed him. "I've just spent my whole life looking at you like...like little Y/n, the kid who dives for hermit crabs and makes kingdoms out of sand castles. And now you're different."

You hadn't noticed your breathing quicken, or your hands starting to shake. "Good different?" you asked, feeling your heart start to pound in your chest.

Conrad turned to you, his hand reaching up to the side of your face, his thumb reaching up to brush over the piercing on the side of your nose. "Yeah," he said quietly. "Good different."

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

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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

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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)

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