❝AND I FEEL PERFECTLY FINE BUT I MISS SCREAMING AND FIGHTING AND KISSING IN THE RAIN AND ITS 2AM AND IM CURSING YOUR NAME SO IN LOVE THAT YOU ACT INSANE AND THATS THE WAY I LOVED YOU ❞ For as long as Emberlyn Marlowe could remember, summer meant one thing - Cousins Beach. Every June, without fail, she and her family would load up the car, windows down, singing along to old songs on the radio, chasing the familiar magic of three golden months spent by the ocean. Waiting for them there were the Fishers and the Conklins - two families who had become just as much a part of her world as her own blood. To Emberlyn, the summer house wasn't just a place. It was a feeling - of home, of belonging, of never needing to explain yourself to be understood. And in the center of all of it was him. Conrad Fisher. COVER MADE BY - @_Kyuki_ OG COVER DONE BY : @-dearbrookes GIFS DONE BY: @iluvvcliine

This story begins with Conrad in California, detached and disciplined, carrying the familiar weight of being the responsible one-the son who absorbed pressure, grief, and expectation until love felt indistinguishable from obligation. He is older now, sharper, angrier, and more self-aware, but still haunted by his past: his mother's death, his father's failures, and the wreckage left behind with Belly and Jeremiah. Everything fractures the night he meets Valeriya-brilliant, commanding, emotionally guarded, and immediately unreadable. Their connection is instant and volatile, built on challenge rather than comfort. Valeriya doesn't soften Conrad; she exposes him. She calls him out, refuses to be managed, and meets his intensity with her own. What starts as mutual fascination quickly spirals into something obsessive, physical, and deeply binding. Their relationship becomes the emotional center of the story: fierce loyalty, constant proximity, and an intimacy that is not gentle but deliberate. They move fast-not recklessly, but with certainty-building a shared life that feels private and impenetrable. Sex becomes routine, grounding, and expressive rather than impulsive; domesticity becomes just as charged as conflict. Conrad finds himself choosing her again and again-not out of duty, but desire. But as their bond deepens, the past fights back.

it was as if their souls were tethered to one another, like planets in each other's orbits conrad fisher x fem!oc the summer i turned pretty seasons 1-3

𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ! i like 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, but i'd 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 you with 𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. uh huh, that's right. darling, you're the 𝗼𝗻𝗲 i 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 ! ﹒⟡﹒ 𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗻𝘇𝗶𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘇 always had a crush in 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗿𝗮𝗱. never doing anything about it because 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆 would 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 her if she found out she 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 the same boy she did. but what happened when belly's crush, conrad, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 mackenzie ? © silverslinings , 2023 paper rings / conrad fisher 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 , 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝘄𝗼 , 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚

She's the love of his life, the only person he can be around without snapping or having an attitude. So he invited her down to Cousins Beach for the summer oblivious to the fact that a certain girl was going to try and mess everything up .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Conrad Fisher x Oc

i can still recall ━━━━━━ 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛. conrad fisher x fem!oc © 2025 moonyfilms (all rights reserved) COVER: GirlPotterheadXx

❝Do you love her?❞ I said, waiting for the honesty he always gave me. ❝Not like I love you.❞ ──────────────────── ( conrad x fem!oc ) ; (Jeremiah x fem!oc) ; (belly x fem!oc) based of : tsitp, s1 ─── s3 disclaimer, i don't own any of the summer i turned pretty characters or original storyline. state : writing started : may 6, 2025 finished : a book by dakuhebun.wp cover made by dakuhebun.wp edits on tiktok : dakuhebun.wp

𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡-𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚊𝚍 𝙵𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛. { Season 1 is completed!!! ]

"ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴘᴀɢᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ ᴇɴᴅs. ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴄʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ɪ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀs ɪ ᴡᴀs ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ sᴏᴏɴ. ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ." [sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 1 - ???] ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄx ᴄᴏɴʀᴀᴅ ꜰɪsʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄx ᴍᴀʟᴇ!ᴏᴄ