Coward_Anyday
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He is incapable of pulling away, incapable of not kissing her.
The train is moving. Not just moving, flying, really—Amtrak Northeast Regional this is not—and it is quickly becoming clear that the engineer of this railroad did not design it with romance in mind. Because sometime during minute six or seven or ten of kissing Belly, it begins to feel like an extreme sport. When they round a particularly sharp bend, Conrad has to steady himself on a seat back with one arm so that he can use the other to hold Belly upright and continue to kiss her like the world is ending.
Honestly, he feels like it actually is, in some ways. Or maybe it ended five years ago and this is some post-apocalyptic fantasy. Either way, it all feels so terrifyingly good and new that Conrad is not about to tempt fate by letting her go.
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A series of canon-compliant vignettes about a post-E11 Belly and Conrad. While each chapter can be read on its own, there is a cohesive storyline from one to the next. That storyline is mostly that they love each other a lot (and have sex a lot).
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Please. A choked sob. A sharp, wet inhale that feels like it was ripped right out of Conrad’s lungs from three thousand miles away. Please, just come fix it.
my take on a cheating au (obviously it’s gonna be fluffier than any cheating au should be, sorry. as if i can help it)
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hoping you would come through by moonsblue
Fandoms: The Summer I Turned Pretty (TV 2022)
01 Jan 2026
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Not a creature was stirring, the story goes, but that's bullshit. Everyone is stirring. Redbird is stirring vodka into jungle juice. Taylor is stirring trouble with Davis about his ex when it's really about hers. Lacie Barone is stirring gossip while eye-fucking Jeremiah across the room.And Conrad? Conrad is stirring up the ghosts of every time he's made Belly gasp his name.
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The double doors open with a thwack as she pads into the kitchen, humming a song in French off-key. And there, standing at the kitchen island in seersucker swim trunks and a white tee, is… a man. A stranger. Belly feels sort of like a fucking idiot, because she sees this stranger and it’s like a chorus of angels starts playing in her head. Or, like, at least a Taylor Swift song.
(Newly home from Paris, Belly decides to take a job babysitting a rich family's mansion on Cape Cod for the winter. She expects nine months of studying for the GRE, watering plants, and watching old movies. She does not expect their
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Hearing Conrad's voice for the first time in two years is like being doused with a bucket of cold water.
Belly's imagination has gotten his voice wrong. It’s a little lower, a little huskier, in real life, and her brain immediately gets to work on rewriting every time she’s heard his voice in her head so that it sounds like the real thing.
(Conrad never sends the letters, so he doesn’t end up in Paris. Belly writes letters to Conrad instead, but never sends them.
After two years, they reunite on a flight from Paris to Boston, on their way to Cousins for Laurel’s birthday weekend.)