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[ . . . ] FISHERCON ━ an independent , highly selective , & mutually exclusive conrad beck fisher from amazon prime's the summer i turned pretty . brought to life by lexie , twenty-five , she/her.
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nobody gets me. not because i’m really complicated or anything but because i won’t tell anyone anything real about me
muse aesthetic : horror edition.
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gothic horror : gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. undergrown caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. spiders. books.
classic horror : black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. dark alleys. empty streets. driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. paranoia in the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the american south. the american northeast. england. analog cameras.
slashers : bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. suburbia. high school. lockers. dead leaves in fall. jack-o’-lanterns. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. character masks. scrunchies. queerness. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.
paranormal horror : malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. mausoleums. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at something you can’t see. black ooze. old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before, but can’t for the life of you figure out where. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.
cryptid and urban legend horror : aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw-marks. bite-marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cellphones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.
thrillers : daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. asylums. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms with no one inside them. a dog digging in the newly planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.
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why won’t you let me help you ? / adam
the house was too quiet . that kind of stillness that hummed underneath the walls , where even breathing felt like a disruption . without HER . but his dad’s voice broke through it — practiced . the kind of tone that sounded like concern but seemed rehearsed . the facade of being a good parent . conrad didn’t look up . not even a flick of attention was sent adam’s way . his eyes stayed fixed on the half-empty mug in front of him , the coffee gone cold by now . his jaw flexed once , a quiet tremor of restraint . he wanted to say it — the truth that sat bitter on his tongue . that he knew the piece of shit cheated on his mom . all while she was undergoing chemo .
( now he wanted to be there for you ?? after all the pain he caused all of you ? )
so instead , he simply said ; ❝ you can’t … you don’t , ❞ voice flat , almost calm [ … ] because adam wasn’t deserving of his anger . reactions meant you cared . conrad didn’t . not anymore . ❝ you don’t help . you just make everything worse . ❞ the chair was pushed back , the sound scraping through the kitchen . ❝ stop trying . ❞
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what are you insinuating ?
the corner of his mouth twitched — not soft ; teetering on angry . her tone was velvet over glass , smooth but sharp underneath . there had always been something about her . the way she watched people like she was studying their veins instead of their words , the way she looked at him with a hunger deeper than just desire .
( maybe you’d been pretending not to see it . maybe you preferred the mystery to the truth . flirting with the danger rather than jumping into bed with it )
conrad stepped closer anyway . knowledge didn’t pull him away from cecily . there was still a tether tugging him to her . and maybe it was all a trick . that compulsion he had read up on . maybe he didn’t care either way . ❝ i think you know exactly what i’m insinuating , ❞ his gaze flicked toward her mouth , half expecting to see the pearly daggers peeking from behind her lips . ❝ the late nights , i’ve never seen you eat anything , how you look at people like you’re waiting for them to bleed . ❞ it wasn’t fear . there was disappointment , though . betrayal . ❝ you could’ve told me , ❞ the edge had dulled , but the ache underneath it hadn’t . ❝ all this time you let me think i was imagining it . ❞ the trembling didn’t stop , even as the heat in his veins cooled , ❝ and the worst part ? ❞ a pause that stretched too long , ❝ i still want to trust you anyway . ❞
the wind is sharp on my skin, pulling at my hair and my shirt, but i barely notice because i’m holding onto him. my hand is flat against his chest, pressed right over the place that’s always kept its rhythm for me, and i can feel it — that stubborn, steady beat — and it makes something in me ache and soften at the same time. i’ve carried so many quiet years of wanting him, of keeping my heart tucked away while he walked out the door or went silent, and now he’s here saying: my heart… it’s yours too, belly like it’s something i can touch. i need to touch it, prove it’s real. my thumb presses into the hollow of his hand and i trace his knuckles like i’m learning the map of him again, like i have to memorize him in case he disappears. i want to tell him everything — the nights i cried into my pillow thinking i’d never matter, the way i’ve loved him through summers and storms, the way i still love him — but the words have to wait. first i have to breathe in the truth that he’s finally here, letting me in.
❝ you thought you could bury it, ❞ i say, voice low, rough around the edges, because i can’t make it pretty for him. ❝ burying doesn’t fix anything, conrad. ignoring it doesn’t make it disappear — it hangs around, until one day it’s loud enough you can’t pretend anymore. ❞ i squeeze his hand, hard, because he needs to understand that love isn’t something you tuck away and pull out when it’s convenient. ❝ you left holes in me when you went away, and i learned how to live around them, how to make myself smaller so they wouldn’t swallow me whole. i loved you through every crack, every quiet, every thing you didn’t see. ❞ my chest feels tight and i laugh a little — a sharp, tired sound. ❝ i loved you when it was easy, and i loved you when it was impossible. that’s what love is, conrad. it’s not a perfect line on a beach. it’s the mornings we wake up cranky, it’s the fights we don’t want to have, it’s the stupid little things that keep us here. ❞
he’s looking at me like he’s trying to memorize every line of my face, like he’s scared he might lose me if he blinks. part of me wants to let go of all the walls, to forgive everything and just collapse into him, but i can’t. not yet. ❝ if you want me, ❞ i murmur, my voice rough and small, ❝ then don’t just say it. show me. show me what staying really means. show up on the mornings when you’re cranky, when you haven’t slept, when you’re just… human. show me when you’re scared or frustrated instead of shutting me out. show up on the days that aren’t exciting or romantic — the ordinary, stupid, messy days — because that’s what makes a life, conrad. that’s what makes us last. ❞
i rest my forehead against his shoulder, the world tipping sideways like it always does when he’s close. he smells like salt and smoke and the summers that made me soft enough to love him, the ones that also left scars i thought had healed. my chest feels tight in a way that has nothing to do with air, and i whisper, almost breaking, ❝ i’m terrified, ❞ because it’s true. ❝ i’m terrified you’ll say all the right things and then leave again. that you’ll wrap me in words like a blanket and then pull it away when i’m cold. ❞ i lift my head and look into his eyes, the ones that have always pulled at me like gravity, and i whisper the thing i’ve been holding in my chest for years: ❝ i love you, conrad. i always have. and right now, with your heart under my hand and the wind ripping at us, i am willing to be brave — but not alone. stay, and prove it to me in the small things. because when i think about forever, when i think about infinity, i think about you. ❞
the chill off the ocean shifted — from a biting kind of cold that once kept him awake at night to something almost merciful . a burn that meant he was still alive , that he could still feel her warmth pressed close enough to soothe him . it was a cruel comfort , this warmth , the kind that came from proximity , from what he’d been starved of for far too long . her hand sat flat against his chest , the weight of it grounding him , filling the hollow place that had lived behind his ribs since the day he’d walked away . that familiar fire — the one that only ever existed in her orbit — came roaring back to life . he watched her through the wind, strands of hair catching against her mouth . she didn’t flinch from him anymore . not like she did when he first found her on the beach . not like that night months ago when rain poured down and he let her go because he thought that was mercy . it wasn’t . mercy would’ve been staying . the ache in his chest was old , familiar , but this time it wasn’t the hurt of losing her . it was the quiet resolve of a man who’d already learned what it felt like to lose her once and refused to let it happen again .
❝ i know , ❞ voice catching in the wind . ❝ i know what i did to you . i know because i felt it , too . ❞ the words came slow , as if he had to wrestle them free from the place where he’d buried every regret . ❝ the past few months — a piece of me was missing . and i thought it was from losing my mom . it wasn’t just that … it was that i lost both of you . ❞
his hand found hers , covering it , and holding it steady where it rested over his heart . the gesture felt small and infinite all at once . ❝ i thought i was protecting you , ❞ it was the fragile truth , something he kept hidden to carry on his own . ❝ from me . from what i was becoming from all this grief . but all i did was hurt you more . ❞
( you didn’t give anyone the choice . you shut them out , thinking you were saving them from your endless melancholy . and maybe it was self-preservation . if no one saw you bleed , they could still think you’re invincible . not a wounded thing pretending to be whole )
the admission hung there — too heavy for the breeze to carry away . for a moment he saw the version of her from the summers before everything fell apart . the same stubborn light still burned behind her eyes . he hadn’t blown it out completely . his voice broke a little when he said it ; ❝ belly , you’re the only thing that’s ever felt like home to me . but i don’t want to drag you down with me . i don’t want you to feel like you have to stick around when i’m too much . because i will be . i’m still not okay … and i don’t think i ever really will be . ❞ the words left him with a kind of release that felt both holy and sadistic . a sigh slipped out — something that had been caged in his chest for far too long . he leaned forward until his forehead rested against hers , the world tilting , wind curling around them like it was trying to pull them apart , but he didn’t move .
he could’ve said a hundred things . promises , declarations , desperate assurances . he didn’t . it wouldn’t be real . this needed to be real — not just pretty and perfect — if this was going to work this time around . he let his fingers curl tighter around hers , let the steady beat beneath her palm speak for him . ❝ i’ll stay , ❞ not a promise , not a plea , just a truth stripped of all its armour . ❝ good days , messy days , boring days . i’ll show up for every one of them . i’ll prove it to you . ❞ conrad breathed her in like salvation . for the first time in months , it didn’t feel like drowning .
❝ i'm here with you right now , aren't i ? why can't that be enough [ . . . ] unless i'm not enough . ❞ such self-doubt swallowed within sagging shoulders , gaze met the interior of wall .
the exhale came out slowly — jaw tightening for a beat before he moved . the springs of the mattress creaked under his weight as he shifted closer . that’s when his hand found her chin , coaxing her gaze towards him . ❝ hey- ❞ his voice cracked as it came out , ❝ don’t do that . you’re more than enough , belly . you always have been . ❞ everything about her made sense to him in a way nothing else ever had . ❝ that’s the problem , isn’t it ? ❞ the words were breathed out through a hollow laugh . ❝ you’re everything . it’s not about ‘enough’ . it’s that i want it all . i don’t want halfway with you . ❞
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her answering smile is sugar sweet — palm cradling wine flushed cheek, eyes drifting along his throat, the flex around words distracting. ❝ not everyone is you, conrad. ❞ thigh muscles contract beneath grip, several fingers carefully pinning his thumb in place — head canting with renewed interest. ❝ how exactly do i look right now? ❞
the sound of his name in her voice did something to him — soft , drawn out , dripped in that teasing tone she knew would undo him . his mouth curved , her hand locking his into place , as if he would even attempt to pull away from @bellsconk . ❝ you know exactly how you look right now . ❞ he echoed , the words rolling off his tongue like the smoke dancing around the room . ❝ beautiful . irresistibly so . ❞ his thumb shifted under her hold , dragging slow circles against the inside of her thigh .
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[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time
the air shifted — heavy and electric , and before he could even breathe , she was on him . the world tilted when the back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress . conrad let himself fall into it ; into her gravity . his breath caught somewhere between his chest and his throat . the room was too quiet , only for the uneven rhythm of their breathing , the soft drag of her fingertips tracing the buttons of his shirt . hours ago , he’d been standing under fluorescent lights in brussels , forcing smiles , pretending not to count the minutes while dragging through the closing ceremonies . waiting . for this [ … ] for her to be in his arms again .
his hands twitched at his sides before they finally rose , ghosting over her hips . the heat between them pulsed , a heartbeat shared in silence . the light caught in her hair , a soft halo that made her look unreal . maybe she was . maybe he’d been dreaming her all along . ❝ belly … ❞ it came out rough . and even as his pulse raced , even as his body trembled under the weight of her gaze , he didn’t look away either . ❝ fuck … ❞ he exhaled , the word slipping against her skin before his lips did . his mouth found the curve of her neck , felt her pulse speed beneath the kiss . ❝ i missed you . ❞
what do you think you're doing? / laurel
the delicate fingers wrapped around his forearm stopped him mid-stride , dragging him back into the glow of the country club lights . laughter floated around them , glasses clinking , everyone drunk on the promise of a wedding that was supposed to be perfect . but not for him . the groom hated him , and he was in love with the bride — what kind of masochist stuck around for that ? ❝ laur, ❞ conrad’s voice broke before he could swallow it down . he froze , shoulders rigid , eyes still rimmed raw from the tears he hadn’t let anyone see .
( what were you supposed to say ? that you couldn’t stomach standing beside your own brother because you’d managed to ruin it again ? because every choice you made seemed to circle back to selfishness , to wanting what you were never supposed to have ? )
he forced his mouth into something that looked like a smile . it was easier that way . he’d been perfecting the mask for years — that easy half-curve of his lips that made people believe he was fine , even when the weight of it was crushing him from the inside out . in order to make everyone else happy . ❝ i just— ❞ the words scraped against his throat . conrad shook his head , gaze skimming the floor before flicking back up . ❝ i can’t be here . ❞ he peeled her fingers off gently , like he was afraid he might break if she held on any tighter . his hand lingered a beat longer than it should’ve , a silent apology he couldn’t give voice to . ❝ have a great time , okay ? ❞ he added, the hollow cheer in his voice a betrayal of the storm twisting in his chest . ❝ make sure she has the best wedding . ❞
𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 & 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 *
Assorted memes of a suggestive and sexual nature, intended for the spicier type of interactions. Be mindful of your partners' boundaries! Change pronouns / etc. as needed, and feel free to combine the sentence prompts with the action and / or location prompts when sending if you want.
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𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒
❝ I just want to look at you like this for a moment. ❞
❝ Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? ❞
❝ Your heart is beating so fast. ❞
❝ Be gentle with me. Please. ❞
❝ I’ve never done this before. ❞
❝ I want to learn. Teach me. ❞
❝ Show me how to please you. ❞
❝ I want to give you everything tonight. ❞
❝ That feels so good ─ ❞
❝ Don’t stop ─ ❞
❝ You won’t break me. I promise. ❞
❝ I want your hands on me. ❞
❝ Make love to me. ❞
❝ I need you, your lips on my skin. I need you deep inside me. ❞
❝ Can’t you see what you do to me? ❞
❝ I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again. ❞
❝ There is no taste sweeter than yours. ❞
❝ Look at you, what a mess you are. ❞
❝ You’re doing so good for me. Keep going. ❞
❝ I’ll taste every part of you before the night has ended. ❞
❝ No one else can make me feel this way. ❞
❝ I am already yours. Now I want you to lay your claim. ❞
❝ Your body sings to me. ❞
❝ I know you’re close. Just let it go now. Give in to it. ❞
❝ I want to feel you come undone. ❞
❝ Shh. Quiet love. They’re going to hear you. ❞
❝ I want to feel your fire, even if it burns me. ❞
❝ You take me so well. ❞
❝ You look so beautiful like this. ❞
❝ I never knew I could feel this good. ❞
𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 & 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘
❝ God whispers to us in our pleasures. ❞
❝ I’m going to fuck you until your legs shake. ❞
❝ Take me. I can’t bear this anymore, just take me. ❞
❝ You’re dripping already. ❞
❝ Good girl, take it all. ❞
❝ I’m going to fill you over and over again. ❞
❝ Harder, god, harder ─ ❞
❝ Did I say you could stop? ❞
❝ Show me how much you want it. ❞
❝ Give me your mouth. ❞
❝ Spread yourself for me. ❞
❝ I’m going to leave you aching in the morning. And then I’m going to take you again. ❞
❝ Louder. Don’t hold back on me. Let me hear your pleasure. ❞
❝ I want to hear my name on your lips and make you come. ❞
❝ Don’t come until I tell you to. ❞
❝ If you wanted soft and gentle, you’ve come to the wrong person. ❞
❝ I don’t want soft. I want to ache for you when you’re done. ❞
❝ I like the marks. They stay with me even when you must leave. ❞
❝ Use me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want, but god, please touch me. ❞
❝ They’ll all know your mine when they hear you screaming my name. ❞
❝ You need relief. I can give you that. ❞
❝ You’re not leaving this bed until I’m done with you. ❞
❝ I want to spend every night buried inside of you, pleasing you, fucking you. ❞
❝ I like it when you lose control, when I can feel how desperately you need me. ❞
❝ You’re my good girl, and my girl deserves the best of me. ❞
❝ Such a good boy, always eager to please. ❞
❝ You look like an angel; it’s only right that I fuck you until you see heaven. ❞
❝ Your body is my place of worship, and it’s time for me to say my prayers. ❞
❝ This is my favorite seat. ❞
❝ Watch me ride you. ❞
𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 & 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘
❝ Does he fuck you like this? ❞
❝ We shouldn’t be doing this. ❞
❝ I missed you beyond words. Every night I dreamt of you, of what it would be like to hold you again, and I’ll be damned if I let the chance slip through my fingers when you’re right here. ❞
❝ Why can’t I keep myself away from you? ❞
❝ This could be our last night together. I’m going to make it count. ❞
❝ Don’t bring emotions into this. This has always been about pleasure, nothing else. ❞
❝ We fuck. It doesn’t need to be more complicated than that. ❞
❝ I have no right to touch you, so why do you ask it of me when I know I am unworthy? ❞
❝ You should be mine. I don’t care what they say, you are mine. ❞
❝ You dare have the audacity to pretend like you’re not mine in front of them? We both know the truth; even now look how your body reacts to me. ❞
❝ Do you honestly think I could possibly want anyone else when this is what you do to me? ❞
❝ You’re mine. Only mine. ❞
❝ I want them to hear us. I want them to know you belong to me. ❞
❝ Claim me. Have me in a way that anyone who looks at me will see your passion written upon my skin. ❞
❝ You’re not mine. You could never be mine. Yet I want you anyway. I want you so badly that it burns me inside. ❞
❝ You’ve ruined me for all others. ❞
❝ I can’t stop myself from wanting you, no matter how much we both know we shouldn’t do this. ❞
❝ I don’t care if they see. Part of me wants them to. ❞
❝ You’re not good for me. So how can you make me feel something no one else can? ❞
❝ This is the last time, then never again. This has to stop. ❞
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
one muse gives the other oral
one muse rides the other
one muse grinds on the other
one muse takes the other from the front
one muse takes the other from behind
one muse takes the other anally
one muse holds the other down during rough sex
one muse pleasures the other with their hand
one muse sits on the other’s face
one muse controls the other’s movements by grabbing their hips
one muse ties up the other
one muse uses a toy on the other
our muses engage in edging or orgasm denial
one muse makes the other have multiple orgasms
our muses engage in sensory play (blindfolds, ice, etc.)
one muse shows the other a new position
one muse touches the other on the outside of their clothes
one muse dresses up to seduce the other
one muse undresses the other
one muse strips for the other
one muse (or both) pleasures themself for the other’s view
one muse leaves marks on the other
one muse watches the other have sex with a third party
our muses are being watched by a third party
our muses have a threesome
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
in a bed
on the floor
on a couch or chair
in a bath, shower, or pool
in a semi-public place
against a wall
on a table or counter
in the kitchen
outdoors
in a tent
on a rug in front of a fireplace
in a sacred place
in a stairwell
in a ruined building / castle
in a garden
by the ocean
in an inn / hotel
while traveling
in an office or conference room
in a dream
↪ 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ . ( a collection of various unsorted question prompts . adjust phrasing as necessary . will be updated frequently . )
are you kidding me ?
[ name ] , what just happened ?
hey ! what’d you do that for ?
did you plan on ever telling me ?
do you want to tell me the truth , this time ?
you seriously think i could’ve done this ?
did you know about this ?
[ name ] , what were you thinking ?!
can we talk ? alone ?
why are you doing all of this ?
it can’t be that bad , right ?
haven’t you heard the stories ?
who did this to you ?
what are you insinuating ?
what did you think was gonna happen ?!
you think i could do something like that ?
who do you think you are ?
why won’t you let me help you ?
do you have any evidence of that ?
can we put away our differences for a second ?
where have you been ?
is that … blood ?
what’s your problem ?
are you real ?
where’s your sense of adventure ?
would you kill for me ?
you’re [ name ] , aren’t you ?
why can’t you just let it go ?
do you want me to stay ?
what if we left … ran away ?
what else was i supposed to do ?
how did you get this scar ?
could you give me a hand with this ?
do you ever stop talking ?
you’ve never done this before , have you ?
where do you think you’re going ?
how many fingers am i holding up ?
what can i say to make it better ?
why can’t we all just get along ?
can i stay the night ?
what’s that supposed to mean ?
where did your common sense go ?
you seriously don’t believe me ?
what aren’t you telling me ?
do you have a minute ?
why are you lying ?
you’re gonna walk away from this ?
where am i supposed to go ?
can we stop and think about this rationally ?
how long has it been since you’ve slept ?
why can’t we be civil about this ?
what makes you so special ?
where is all of this coming from ?
how are we gonna get out of here ?
you’ll never leave me , right ?
were you in on this ?
care to join me for a bit ?
shows what you know , doesn’t it ?
do you want to get out of here ?
what were you expecting to happen ?
what are you working on ?
i can tell you’re upset , what happened ?
when can i see you again ?
where do we go from here ?
can you sit up for me ?
how long have you been awake ?
what are you getting out of this ?
can we put this behind us ?
where are you ? nobody’s heard from you .
how can i make this go away ?
were you following me ?
where does it hurt ? show me .
[ name ] , what the hell ?
hey … can i ask you something ?
you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ?
really ? you’re gonna do that right here ?
are you even listening to me ?
we can help each other , right ?
hey … did you hear that ?
you have no idea who i am , do you ?
how long have you known ?
what exactly are you asking me to do ?
how was i supposed to know that ?
are you new around here ?
can you stop and listen to me for a second ?
do you think there’s something wrong with me ?
what , you think i’m not qualified ?
why did you help me ?
can you just look at me , please ?
what can i do to convince you ?
where did we go wrong ?
oh my god , are you bleeding ?
why the long face ?
are you trying to get yourself killed ?
what do you make of this ?
how much do you wanna bet ?
you’re sure this will work ?
why are you so concerned about me ?
what are you trying to prove ?
did you ever care about me ?
are you drunk ?
isn’t this amazing ?
how long have you been standing there ?
what are you suggesting ?
why are you such a pessimist ?
did you know them ?
can we call it a day ?
where did you come from ?
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THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY — 3.11 "At Last"
" connie ! " susannah calls out from her spot on the sofa as she notices @fishercon pass the room out of the corner of her eye . she turns her head to look in his direction momentarily before back down at the photo album in her lap . " come sit with your mom for a minute , will you ? "
the nickname made him freeze in the doorway , breath catching in his chest before he forced himself to move . her voice was the same — bright and warm — but it wasn’t the same . ❝ yeah , mom ? ❞ the words tugged hard at the hollow in his chest . slow steps like dragging his feet might buy him time he didn’t have . the photo album lay open in her lap , glossy snapshots of summers that felt too close and too far all at once . conrad lowered himself onto the couch beside her , his shoulders drawn in , elbows resting on his knees . close enough to be there , but not quite touching . his eyes stayed on the album . not her . because looking at her too long meant facing the truth he wasn’t ready for . fingers tugged at the seam of his jeans , ❝ jere always hated taking those pictures every year . it cut into his pool time . ❞
