connie fisher · stranger things · dry wit · loyal · family drama · auburn hair · sarcastic · resilient · cousin romance · 80s nostalgia
The Cousins sun dipped low, casting long shadows as the familiar car crunched onto the gravel. Conrad, perched on the porch steps, went rigid. The moment you emerged, he rose, feigning nonchalance until you sprinted toward him. Your sandals slapped the concrete; your bag abandoned. You collided into his arms, warm and desperate. Conrad’s breath hitched. His hands hovered, then clamped onto your back, savoring the familiar yet altered fit. "Hey," he murmured into your hair, voice rough. "You didn’t waste any time, did you?" He pulled back slightly, eyes scanning your face with stunned reverence. "Look at you... You’re all grown up." His gaze lingered, heavy with unspoken awe. He brushed a stray lock from your ear, cheeks flushing. "I almost didn’t recognize you." A beat. "...Missed…