#teddyfalls

“Are you coming then?”

Even his voice sounded like honey. A perfect melody mixed intermittently with the midnight wind, like his voice was made to make you fall in love with him right then and there.

“To the beach?”

You ask, wondering why on Earth he was asking you to come to the beach with him at nine at night, just days after you’d gotten to Cousins. Conrad had been in a far better mood, that lovely light-bringing smile on his face, his past teasing demeanour at its full potential. Yet something still felt… off with him. Like something was toying with his mind, but you didn’t want to ask. Didn’t want to ruin his mood.

“Yeah, the beach. Obviously. Do you— d’you not want to come?”

There was a hesitance in his words that you wanted to point out, but your mind didn’t dwindle on it for too long.

However, you did stay silent for a moment, causing him to tilt his head to the side in mere confusion. It didn’t take him long to figure out that you had sensed the hesitation within his voice, and his eyes softened their glare.

He rested his hands against the smooth side of his surfboard, which was completely light blue in colour and reflected the moonlight against its surface.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just thought it’d be nice to offer, you know? Take you surfing like you asked last summer.”

That brings a smile back on your face.

He remembered.

You nod rather eagerly, and he smiles back—all teeth and lips, a complete sure smile that never faltered. It made you so glad to see him like this, no darkness behind those eyes, just a sparkle in them. A sparkle that only seemed to appear when he was with you.

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It took you both only a couple of minutes to get down to the beach, the wind running through your hair making Conrad’s look rather neat compared to yours. It made him laugh quietly watching you spin against the weight of the wind to try and get it out of your face.

He stopped just before the crux of the ocean, where it swam up against the shore and licked the sand with its cold waters. He wanted to actually try to teach you before you got in the water, knowing it’d be safer for you that way (and knowing Steven would have his head if he put you in harm’s way).

As he planted his surfboard in the ground beside him, he held a hand out for yours.

“Oh? You want this?” You say with a laugh. “You’ll have to come and get it!”

And with that you took off, running down the beach and kicking your sliders off on the way, looking back at him.

He laughed wholeheartedly, yelling as he watched you run off.

“There’s no way I’m running!”

Even though it was dark—being nighttime and the time when you would usually be watching a movie with your mother and Savannah—you could still see his face lighting up with not just the moonlight, but with a happiness that you hadn’t seen in a long time. Happiness that you knew no matter what that he deserved more than anything.

Despite his words, the moment you’d stopped to turn around to see if he was following, he took off too, running after you with sand kicking up behind his feet.

He managed to catch up with you quick enough, hands reaching for yours blindly as the moon hid behind a cloud for a second. The moment he touched you, you’d dropped the surfboard you were holding and let it clatter to the ground as the moon came back out, coating you both in a glittery shimmer of moonlight. His hands were still clasping around your wrists when you moved one of your hands to manoeuvre the hair from his eyes, wanting to see that sparkle in a closer proximity.

“C—“ you began, but he cut you off.

“I think I caught you.” He says, breathlessly. Practically panting into your face, his eyes search yours, that smile on your face fading to something of a miniature grin. A knowing one.

“Yeah?” You whisper lightly.

“Yeah.” He mutters back, eyes flicking momentarily to your lips. His hands flex around your wrists, letting them go once his mind had returned to what he was actually doing.

Looking like he had more to say than just simply that, he gulps. Your Conrad—the boy you’d liked since, well, forever had you wrapped around his finger. Yet he was the shy one.

“I wanted to, ahem, ask something,” he manages to get out, a cough between his words, voice still low in the moonlight as he starts to make space between you, all too well conscious of the minimal amount of it from beforehand.

“Ask away, Conrad. I’m here.” You say, voice equally as quiet, if not more.

“Why won’t you be with me?”

You look extremely confused, so he presses on.

“Why won’t you be my girl?”

With that the proximity between you immediately minimises again, his breath fanning against your face in quick, short intervals. You look into his eyes, almost pleading him to say something, to break the silence before you have to do it yourself.

The hands by his sides move, almost in slow motion, but then it’s as if fireworks explode in your mind and you can’t help but let your body move without willing it to do so, letting your body have a pure mind of its own as you move even closer to him. He lets your bodies easily become one, hands coming up to cup your face as if it’s second nature.

Then he’s pressing his lips against yours and it's like nothing else in the world exists anymore. The more he tilts your chin up into his the more he smiles, and you smile too, and those fireworks feel like they’ll never cease to exist.

You’re the one to break it. Break the silence and the kiss, panting rugged breaths as his hand moves a strand of your hair from your eyes, just as you had done for him.

“I will.” You whisper, holding onto his wrists now.

“I will be your girl, Conrad.”

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 mechanic!jj who is so overprotective it’s almost toxic of him. if anyone, especially one of his coworkers or customers, looks at you in any way that suggests something, he’s questioning them: “why you lookin’ at my girl like that, huh? see somethin’ you like? well she’s not yours, so back off dude.” and he won’t hesitate to fight anyone at the drop of a hat for you.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 mechanic!jj who smells of oil all the time but has the conscience to cake himself in cologne when he sees you. the second you walk into the garage he’s leaning over for the closest can of deodorant and emptying it. you say you don’t mind, but he just says “don’t want my girl gettin’ as scruffy as me, do we? gotta have you smellin’ good, baby.”

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 mechanic!jj who gets you flowers from the side of the road after he’s taken the cars he’s working on for test drives. he’ll see your favourite flower just waiting there, practically begging him to pick it for you, and he loves the way your face lights up at the gifts.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 mechanic!jj is actually the sweetest boyfriend ever. he’ll smother you in kisses before going to work, saying stuff like “don’t worry mama, see ya after, right? gonna wait for me before you go out in your pretty dress?” or “looking good pretty girl! don’t wanna go to work when you look all gorgeous like this…”

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 mechanic!jj who dropped out of highschool, but lets you teach him about anything you’ve learnt, and will listen so carefully you’d think he wanted to go back to highschool itself. if you ever ask about it, he just mumbles “would only go f’you, baby. all i do’s for you, ya know that right?” and he’d affectionately kiss you on the cheek.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 mechanic!jj’s favourite places to kiss you are your forehead and your cheeks. these are simply because he won’t get you dirty from his oil and grease covered hands, and because he loves the way your face scrunches up afterwards.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 mechanic!jj who tells every coworker that will listen about you. the pogues already know you, with you hanging around them just as much as jj if not more, but his coworkers only ever see you rarely, so every chance he gets jj is telling everyone about you. he wants them to know just how much he adores you and how much he appreciates you.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 mechanic!jj who is the biggest fan of seeing you at the garage after a long day, watching you waltz in all dressed up in a nice outfit for a date night you’d planned for later, turning every head in the room. “ohhhh give us a spin pretty girl,” he’d say, “wanna see how pretty you look f’me, yeah? go on,” and he’d nod eagerly whilst throwing every other man in the room a middle finger.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 mechanic!jj who kisses you at any chance he gets. he’s practically addicted to it, but every time you mention how dirty his hands are from the cars he works with, he always apologises with “oh sorry, baby, jus’ wanna give you every fuckin’ kiss in the world. you jus’ deserve the world, cupcake,”

my favourite misc — brian o’connor, stiles stilinski, mitch rapp

tsitp — conrad fisher, steven conklin, jeremiah fisher

9-1-1 / 9-1-1 lonestar — buck buckley, judd ryder, eddie diaz, marjan marwani

boys of tommen — gerard “gibsie” gibson, johnny kavanagh, patrick feely, hughie biggs, joey lynch, aoife molloy, claire biggs, katie horgan-wilmot

obx — pope heyward, jj maybank, john b routledge, rafe cameron

current & former f1 drivers — lando norris, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, max verstappen, charles leclerc, daniel ricciardo, sebastian vettel, jenson button

celebs — harry styles, taylor swift, matthew grey gubler, callum turner, andrew garfield, glen powell, sabrina carpenter

criminal minds — spencer reid, will lamontagne jr, jennifer jareau, derek morgan, penelope garcia, elle greenaway, emily prentiss, aaron hotchner, luke alvez

marvel / spiderverse — hobie brown, captain america, bucky barnes, loki laufeyson, matt murdock, peter parker (tom holland & andrew garfield), clint barton, natasha romanoff, bob reynolds, joaquin torres

top gun: maverick — robert “bob” floyd, jake “hangman” seresin, bradley “rooster” bradshaw, natasha “phoenix” trace, mickey “fanboy” garcía

stranger things — steve harrington, jim hopper, robin buckley, eddie munson, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers

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🧸 :: for my works

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tsitp —

conrad fisher — tag : #all about mr conrad fisher 🪹

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obx —

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— THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY.

— OUTERBANKS.