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[authoreetea]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬

pairing ; conrad fisher x reader

summary ; the three summers that connected you to conrad

warning ;

note! lover inspired 😛 i tried something new and wrote it in reader's pov or your pov, hope u like it!

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

🩷🎀

The coastal town of cousins was alive with the sound of the waves crashing against the shore while the salty sea breeze brushes through my hair, it was the beginning of summer and I wasted no time going to the beach of cousins.

I sat there on the sand, reading cheesy and cliche romance books that twelve year old me longed for such love, which was then interrupted by a group of guys laughter.

I looked up to see three boys, one with curly hair, another with black hair and pale skin. Yet all I cared about was the boy with light eyes and messy hair.

With his messy hair and sunkissed skin, and the way the sun shone in his eyes. The way he pushed his glasses up every time it kept slipping off, or the way he runs his fingers through his hair.

I was shocked when they all walked towards me. I looked up at them confused, "Hi?"

"Hi, can you join us? we were about to play catch but we're short one person, and Conrad here was too shy to ask." The one with black hair asked, receiving a nudge in his rib.

"He thinks you're pretty! What's your name?" The curly haired one exclaimed, he seemed to be slightly younger than the other two. Red rushed to my cheeks as the two bicker in front of me.

I smiled at him, my cheeks red as roses. "I'm y/n, what about you guys?"

The three boys introduced themselves, the curly headed one as Jeremiah, the dark haired one as Steven.

Conrad, as I'd come to know him, he shared the magic of Cousins beach with me on all three summers we connected.

🧸🖼️

The summer when I turned 15, unfolded like a delicate dance between Conrad and I. Underneath the starlit sky, at beach bonfires and friendly gatherings, our eyes met in fleeting glances.

Cousins beach became a place where I visited every summer, thanks to my father and his intentions to bring some fun into the family. Conrad became my best friend since then, so did his family.

It was a battle in my mind everyday as I had developed a crush on my best friend, each day at Cousins it grows. Our feelings danced around each other with each step echoing each other's unspoken thoughts.

It was a really hot day at cousins beach and you were dying to go out and buy some ice cream. Just as you were about to call Belly to buy some, your mother stepped into your room.

"Hey honey, Conrad's downstairs, I think he wants to go to the boardwalk." She says with her warm smile that always insinuates something else.

I try to pretend annoyed and roll my eyes but my red cheeks and smile gives it away. "Stop with that look, you always do that with Conrad. I swear we're just friends, mom." I say, but my mother knew better.

"I didn't say anything, sweetie!" She says, laughing at my expense. I bid my goodbye and walked downstairs to greet Conrad.

He was there, by the living room with his tousled hair and a white tee and khaki shorts. He smiled up at me, adjusting his glasses as he walked his way to where I was.

"Hi connie, you ready to lose at all the games?" I grin, teasing him. He laughs at me as he ruffles up my hair.

"You wish, sunny." he said proudly as I swatted his hand away from my head. The nickname was something he created the day we watched the sunset together as I read him my Pride and Prejudice book.

I like that he keeps the memory close to heart the same way I do. Conrad was always thoughtful, he wasn't great at communication but he showed it in ways many couldn't.

At ring toss, Conrad was determined to win. Our tongues were stained red and blue from the slushie and snow cones we've had through the afternoon.

"Congratulations! You have won a price, which one would you like?" The guy said in a monotonous voice as Conrad finally won a game of ring toss. He thinks thoroughly before choosing the cutest little bear with a pink ribbon stitched by its ear.

He walked his way to where I stood and handed me the light brown bear with its pink ribbon. He sheepishly smiles, "Here, I got it for you."

In that moment I almost melted in a puddle of admiration. "Really? Thank you, Connie!" I said gleefully

He grins at my reaction, unbeknownst to me that he was giving me such an adoring look. "It reminded me of you, you know, with the way you always have a ribbon in your hair."

That alone made me feel all warm, Conrad is observant and he recognizes everything around him, and he noticed the ribbons in my hair.

🍒 🌅

I felt that this summer would be different. I wanted to make it different.

This was the summer I would admit to my feelings and tell Conrad, my best friend, that I was in love with him. I've read books about falling for your best friend, and I hoped it wouldn't ruin our friendship.

It was the night of the fourth of July, everyone was celebrating. Susannah hosted a lovely gathering at their house, and I had planned to confess to Conrad this summer.

Conrad was the one constant in my life, he was always by my side. His presence became a steady anchor, that makes everything in my life a little bit better.

Our group, the younger people, all went to the beach and had a little get together. Secrets were spilled, so were alcohol, and laughter was shared.

Conrad was right next to me, he had his arm over my shoulder as Steven told a funny story from the country club.

"You should've seen his face!" Steven says, and everyone laughed louder. Taylor played some music and ushered everyone to dance, and of course Steven was up in a heartbeat, inviting Taylor to dance with him.

I smiled at them, winking at Taylor. Conrad stood up and grabbed me to stand up. "Hi, dove." He said, a mere whisper.

We were so close to each other that I almost threw up, luckily I did not. "Connie, do you want to dance?" I say, eyeing him with a playful smirk on my face.

He chuckles, "I wanna talk." He said, a smile playing at his face.

It was night time, 24 minutes past nine pm of July fourth, a summer I will never forget.

"What's up, Con?" I say, brushing the sand away with my feet as I waited for him to say something.

"Look up, the stars look really captivating tonight." He says, but he wasn't even looking at the stars.

looking up, I smiled. "It really does."

"Just like you."

With that, I almost gave myself whiplash when I turned to look at him with reddened cheeks and wide eyes.

Conrad chuckles, as he reaches for my hand and threads his fingers through mine. "You know, the last few summers have been something special, hasn't it?" He pauses, looking down at our hands.

I nod, a smile forming on my face as I held onto his hand.

"Each day I spent with you I felt something more different, something that I can't quite put into words." He says, slowly inching towards me. I could feel my pulse quickening.

I sheepishly smile at him, "What do you mean, Conrad?"

He smiles, his hands coming near my face to tuck the stray piece of hair on my face. "I mean... I've fallen for you." Conrad says

His ocean eyes were staring into my soul, unknowingly our bodies were getting closer and closer.

I looked up at him, my eyebrows furrowed together. He continues, "I've fallen for you head over heals, y/n/n."

I took a deep breath about to say something when colors of red, white, and blue were in the sky.

Fireworks, I smiled. I had the biggest grin on my face as I looked at Conrad again, cupping his cheeks and pulling him into a kiss.

He was shocked at first but then quickly kisses me back, his arm entangled around my waist.

"I've loved you three summers now, Connie. And I want them all."

[princesachicana]

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐭.𝟐 (conrad fisher x reader)

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 part 3

description: your emotions run high due to your pregnancy.

a/n: you are adopted in this fic! anyone could read!

Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant.

The word was on loop in Conrad’s mind. He needed to tell someone. He promised you he wouldn’t tell anyone else, but he needed advice. He was one hundred percent in on being there for you, but he was scared. He wasn’t stupid he knew the consequences of having sex, but you both used protection that night. What the fuck happened?

No way in hell was he planning on telling his mom just yet, and he didn’t want to tell his brother afraid jere would yell out his reaction. His only other options were your mom, sister or brother. He wouldn’t of course say that you were pregnant, he was planning on saying something like “I might have gotten a girl pregnant.”

After much thought he decided it was best if he talked to the only other dude. “Can we talk?” Conrad’s voice was stern letting Steven know that whatever he had to say was serious. Throwing his phone to the side Steven nodded his head motioning for Conrad to talk. “What I’m about to say is gonna throw you through a fucking loop hole okay?” Steven shook his head laughing lightly. “What did you get someone pregnant?” Conrad visibly winced, face falling into his hands.

“Woah, I was joking dude really? what did I say about wrapping before tapping?” Steven pushed Conrad’s shoulder. “Lower your voice, and i did wear a condom alright?” Conrad whisper yelled looking around for any one snooping in on the conversation. “Who, When, Where?” Steven asked the obvious questions itching to know more.

Your sister. About a month ago.Some dingy hotel.

“Just some girl” as soon as the words left Conrad’s mouth it felt wrong. You were so much more to him, but admitting it to your brother now would have him put into the emergency room. “So what are you going to do? is this girl even telling the truth?” Steven asked voice now full of concern for his friend. “She wouldn’t lie about this” Conrad confidently stated, shaking his head. “I told her I’d be here for her, but if we’re both freaking the fuck out it’s gonna be hard.” Conrad continued speaking his voice rising a little.

“Has this girl told anyone else?” Steven asked, no you haven’t, not that Conrad knew of. He was expecting for you to tell belly since she’s your sister but when he asked the other day you nearly bursted out into another fit of tears. He knew asking would be a sensitive topic but he still needed to know. You’ve confided in him many times about how you never wanted to disappoint the Conklins, they took you in when you had nothing. He was sure whatever happened they would never hate or resent you, they loved you no matter what.

~

After the talk he had with Steven, Conrad was feeling much better, not fully but a lot better than before. This morning he would talk to you about things more throughly. As he was walking past the bathroom is when he heard it. You were vomiting, without a second thought he knocked on the door lightly. “Just a sec” He noticed how your voice tried to sound cheery in case it was anyone else but him knocking.

“It’s me, baby open the door.” It kind of just slipped out, he wish he was able to see your reaction to the pet name. After about a second of silence the door opened slowly, Your eyes were bloodshot and you looked about ready to puke again. “Conrad, I think I’m-“ You ran back to the toilet kneeling down, spilling everything into the toilet. Conrad was down with you in no time, holding your hair back with one hand as the other rubbed on your lower back.

“Just let it all out.” His voice was sweet, you would’ve smiled if you weren’t currently throwing up all the food you ate yesterday. You reached up flushing the toilet when you were done. “Gross right?” you asked as Conrad passed you a piece of toilet paper so you could wipe your mouth. “I’ve dealt with this more than once.” He muttered. “Oh so I’m not the first girl you’ve gotten pregnant?” You were annoyed in a matter of seconds, damn these hormones. You’d have to get control of them soon before someone noticed.

“What? no i meant I’ve dealt with people puking their guts out, you know hangovers?” Conrad laughed at how you were still annoyed, he thought you were cute when you were mad. “Yeah, yeah” You got up off the floor, getting ready to brush your teeth. Conrad stared at you from behind through the mirror. “I think we should talk about it more today, we have lots to figure out.” Conrad was nervous to approach the topic. You shook your head as you continued to brush your teeth. “What do you mean no?” Conrad questioned.

As you finished up, you turned around to face him “I mean I’m not ready, and I don’t feel good at all.” You were whispering, “please just a little more time.” Conrad nodded pulling you into his arms, “I meant it when I said I’d be here, when you’re ready talk to me.” You relaxed as you sunk into his arms, you wish he could wrap you in forever.

As you walked out the bathroom another wave of nausea attempted to hit you. “Oh god, Oh god I hate this.” Your cried, stopping dead in your tracks. “Need to go back in there?” Conrad asked searching your face for the answer. You shook your head no, “it went away” you took three deep breaths as Conrad guided you to the kitchen one hand own your lower back. “This is all your fault!” You sneered, of course it wasn’t true this was on both of you, but you were hormonal and the fact that he wasn’t the one nauseous made you angry.

Conrad shook his head, attempting to hide his laughter. “Are you laughing at me this isn’t funny!” You rolled your eyes.

What you both didn’t notice, was that Steven was at the end of the hallway listening in on your conversation. Something was definitely going on between his sister and friend. And it made his blood boil.

~

You were so hungry.

Pizza night was everyone’s favorite. The pizza joint that you went to accommodated to everyone, no matter if you liked meaty, cheesy, or pineapples they had something on the menu for you. Today it was your turn to order in and you went all out. You excitedly spread the food out on the dinner table. God how your mouth was watering just at the smell of it. This has been your craving for the past week!

Honey BBQ wings, Garlic Parmesan wings, Tuscani Meaty Marinara pasta, Breadsticks, Cheese sticks, Fried mozzarella sticks, two pepperoni pizzas, two Cheese pizzas, and one Pineapple pizza. You might have spent lots of money on everything but that didn’t matter at the moment.

Usually you would wait until everyone was seated at the table to serve yourselves, but everyone was taking their sweet time so you just dug in. You were currently on your 4th piece of cheese sticks, you turned towards the archway when you felt eyes staring at you. “What?” you questioned mouth full. “Gonna save any for us sis?” Steven joked, walking towards the table grabbing a paper plate from the stack ready to serve himself. Belly was next to walk in waving at you with a small smile.

“There’s lots of food Steven!” You stared at him as he reached for the pizza box that was in front of you. “I know y/n/n it was a joke!” he eyed you curiously, noticing that you were getting upset. “Gonna save some for us sis?!” You mocked his earlier words. He reached for the pizza box again but you pulled it towards you quickly. “Just go! you can’t have any it’s mine” You didn’t know where any of this was coming from, first he annoyed you with his comment. Now he was reaching for the pizza you ordered for yourself.

“Give me some!” Steven pulled the pizza box towards himself, yanking it from your hands. “It’s mine! There’s more!” You pointed at the other ones that laid untouched on the table. Belly nervously laughed “Steven this one taste just as good!” You evilly smiled, your sister was on your side. “Give it back now!” You yelled, standing up from the table. “What’s going on in here?” The fisher brothers walked in side to side. “He’s not listening to me!” You were now walking towards Steven, determined on getting your pizza box back.

“She doesn’t want to share!” Steven shrugged, opening up the pizza box grabbing one. “Because it’s mine! I got that one for me!” You were on the verge of tears and Conrad immediately joined you at your side. “Just give it back to her man!” Conrad’s voice was calm. “No way, no I’m hungry.” Steven protested as he took a bite out of the pizza slice. You immediately burst out into tears, you faced your brother muttering an “I hate you!” you stormed back towards your bedroom. The four people left standing in the dining room winched as you slammed the door.

“What just happened?” Jeremiah laughed now seeing that it was his chance to steal a pizza from you. As he reached for the box Conrad yanked it away, “Leave it” Conrad was angry, angry that he let your brother make you cry, angry that he couldn’t explain the reason you had an outburst. “Why’d you have to make her upset?” Conrad asked your brother. Steven shrugged nonchalantly “don’t worry she’s my sister I know her, she’ll be over it by tomorrow.”

Conrad sighed, he served himself a plate of the two untouched pizza boxes and walked back towards your room with yours. He knocked once, he wasn’t expecting you to pull him in, you immediately wrapped your arms around him and cried into his neck. “Why is he so mean?” Conrad kissed the side of your head, he whispered sweet nothings to you as you let it all out. “That was my pizza!” If you were aware of how ridiculous you looked, you would be embarrassed but the hormones were just allowing you to think about how you were going to murder Steven.

“Look, I took it back.” He pulled away showing you the pizza box. You sighed in complete happiness. “Thank you, Thank you” You kissed both Conrad’s cheeks. “Was my girl hangry?” Conrad asked smiling at your happiness.

My girl. My girl. My girl

That did something to you, Being called his girl was something you could get used to.

“I can’t help it, I feel like I got upset for nothing.” You frowned starting to feel bad about how you yelled at your brother. “Don’t he deserved it, who steals someone’s pizza?” Conrad smiled sheepishly, you laughed not feeling at all embarrassed anymore.

You and Conrad finished eating in your room, feeling as if nothing had happened prior.

~

After a long day of shopping with everyone, you were ready to pass out on your bed. Hands full of shopping bags you walked into the beach house determined on falling asleep immediately. “I really wanted that dress!” Belly pouted about a dress she wanted that was sadly out of her budget. The boys walked in after you both, hauling the bags you were unable to carry on your own. The sound of someone clearing their voice stopped all of you. “Why don’t you precious ones join us in the kitchen?!” Your mom spoke. Susannah and Laurel both looked upset.

“What’s going on?” Jeremiah questioned, his eyebrows raised. “You wanna tell them?” Susannah shook her head. Your mom started immediately. “I was cleaning the bathroom today when I found this!” She slammed it onto the counter.

Your pregnancy test. You thought you threw it out. Nausea hit you almost immediately, this wasn’t happening, you were supposed to tell them. You could feel Conrad’s eyes on you out of your peripheral vision. “Who’s is it?” Laurel asked voice raising a little. It was now or never.

Conrad opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it. “it’s mine” your whispered confession had everyone staring at you. “I’m sorry.” You wrapped your hands around yourself, hoping that would help with the chills you got. “You got my sister pregnant?” Steven yelled, his eyes went from you to Conrad immediately putting all the pieces together. “What the fuck did I say about any of you touching my sisters?” Steven pointed from Jeremiah to Conrad.

“When did you fuck her?” The words were harsh, and it made you feel mortified. “Stop please!” You begged looking at your brother eyes filling with tears. “No I’m not going to stop!” He yelled at you, turning back towards Conrad. Steven immediately brought his hand up swinging, hitting Conrad across the face. Jeremiah immediately stepped in for his brother, holding back a very angry Steven. Laurel immediately scolded her son “calm down right now!” She pointed a finger in his direction.

Jeremiah and belly both forced Steven outside to hopefully calm him down, Both mothers stared at their children in disbelief. “I’m not gonna make you talk now, because of what just happened, but I’m very disappointed in both of you.” Susannah spoke softly walking away followed by Laurel who quickly handed Conrad and ice pack for his face.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this!” You whispered needing to be in Conrad’s arms. He immediately pulled you into him. “It’s going to be okay baby.”

[summer-at-cousins]

[cruelconrad]

Restaurant Whispers

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, fluff, fingering, little angst/teasing

Summary: you're having a secret relationship with Conrad Fisher. You like to sneak around with him until he decides to tease you miserably. When you all go out to dinner, you finally take the higher power and get from him what you wanted all day...

“We can’t keep doing this.” You say as his fingers and tongue run over your sensitive spots. He started at your lips, made his way down your body and came to a stop between your legs. You moan his name. 

“Seriously, we have to stop.”

“I don’t see the point.” He mumbles. He pretends to only listens to half the words you tell him, because if it were up to him, he would never stop doing this. Doing you. 

You push your head into the cushion’s and let out a frustrated groan. When you lift your head again, you put your hands in his hair and try to push his head away from the most sensitive spot of your body. He resists, but you don’t give up. When he finally raises his head from between your legs, his expression is irritated, but his eyes are filled with need. 

“What?”

“You’re not listening to me, pretty boy.”

“I am listening, I just don’t want to hear it.” He’s resisting, but he does it with the sweetest and most sexiest smile a girl could dream of. You make a sympathetic noise and pet his silky hair. 

“No seriously, we need to go down stairs and act like we’re the most innocent pair of friends.” You sit up on the side of his bed. His head is still in your lap. His blue eyes look up to you and he chuckles: “Trust me, you’re anything but innocent to me, y/n/n.”

A few minutes later, when your heartbeat is pounding it’s normal rhythm again, you walk down the stairs as if Conrad wasn’t just pleasing you with his tongue. You give him one last longing look before you both enter the large kitchen of the summer house. 

“So, what did you think of the movie?” Steven asks Conrad. 

“Uh, I really liked it. Weird ending, though. Very abrupt.” He says hesitant. You chuckle because you know damn well you didn’t see a second of the movie your brother recommended. 

“Interesting view, bro.” Steven always looked up to Conrad, so he didn’t even question his answer. When Steven was deep in his thoughts again, you looked at Conrad. He gave you a fleeting mischievous smile. 

You get up from the chair you were sitting in to get a drink from the fridge. You don’t even bother to get a glass, you just drink from the carton. Turns out that wasn’t the smartest idea because the carton has a tiny leak. Big drops of soda land on your white top. You look down at your now stained top. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Language!” Your mother yells as she walks in. “Oh y/n. Why do you always spill and ruin your clothes?” She says in a disappointing tone. You don’t answer because it is a rhetorical question.

“It’s because she’s a little baby.” Steven says. You glare at him. 

“Shut up, Steven.”

“Okay that’s enough for now you two.” Your mom interups before you can say more. “Y/n, go clean yourself up.”

You obey and turn around immediately. On your way to the bathroom, someone grabs your wrist. You’re startled but when you find out it’s him you loosen up. He backs you up to the nearest wall and whispers in your ear: “Should I take that off for you?” His eyes gleam with excitement. His hands are on either side of you against the wall. He has you trapped, there’s no way out. You both kind of get a kink out of all this sneaking around. The fact that you can’t have him in public kills you, but it makes you want him even more. A warmth fills your chest and slowly rises to your cheeks. When he sees you blush he says: “Do you like it when I do this?”

“Hm-mm.” You agree. 

“How much?” He has a curious and confident look in his eyes. 

Instead of answering him with words you grab one of his arms that was pressed against the wall and lead it down your body. As you bring it down he makes sure his fingers slightly touch your body. They slide from your collarbone to your nipple, that reacts immediately. From your nipple to your belly button. And from your belly button the the soaking wet spot between your legs. You are wearing a short skirt with lace panties so it isn’t hard for him to feel how turned on you are. You feel his fingers rub the lace. His lips are parted, his mind concentrated on his fingers. On you. When his fingers move to the inside of your panties, directly at your entrance between your folds, you soak in a deep breath and close your eyes. Embracing yourself for when his two fingers enter your body. But it only happens for a second. His fingers leave your body as quick as they went in. You open your eyes in frustration. When he sees your expression, a teasing smile appears. You almost had what you wanted all morning: him inside of you. But it didn’t last nearly long enough. He’s teasing you. He’s showing you what you can have, but what he won’t give to you. Yet. 

“Conrad, what are you doing?” 

“I’m doing what you did to me this morning. Leaving you in misery.”

“That’s not fair.” You stutter. 

“Life isn’t fair, sometimes you just have to deal with it.”

His fingers withdraw and he gives you one last smile before he turns around and leaves you standing in the hallway. What is he doing to you? Who does he think he is? You’re a confused mess. You scoff and repeat his words in a mocking voice. 

“Is Conrad being his annoying self again?” Jeremiah walks down the stairs. 

“Yes. Yes, he is. Be sure to beat him to death when you see him.”

“Damn, he really got to you didn’t he?”

“Oh no, just for a second.” You run up the stairs and add in a mumbling voice: “Literally.”

Later that evening you go to a fancy restaurant with the whole summer house crew. You borrow a long blue silky dress from Susannah. It fits perfect and has a slit. The shapes of your body are shown beautifully. The blue suits your tan. You wear your hair up in a cute - almost messy - bun. Around your neck is the infinity necklace Conrad gave to you. You’re proud that it belongs to you and you wear it with confidence. However, you’re giving Conrad the cold shoulder because you still don’t forgive him for what he did to you in the hallway this morning. When he noticed you were mad, he told you you looked beautiful. Your heart melted from the inside, but luckily you still held your ground.

When you all walk over to the table and get seated, Conrad quickly sits down besides you. You want to protest but you know it’s pointless… he often gets his way. You talk to Jeremiah during the appetizers, yet when the main course arrives, he turns his back on you to talk to Steven. For as long as possible, you try to concentrate on your plate while everyone else is having a conversation. Everyone else except Conrad. He is now leaning close to your side.

“I’m sorry your mad.”

You glance around the table to make sure nobody sees this. 

“I’m not sorry. This is not some joke, Conrad. I’m serious about us.”

“Us?”

“Us, this, you… whatever.”

“No, I like ‘us’.” He says tender. For the first time tonight you look over at him. His eyes look concerned, like he was afraid of loosing you. And then it hit you: this boy loves you as much as you love him. You feel pride, a little bit of dominance, and oh fuck- horny. “This is not the time.” You think to yourself. But your body says something different. Before you know it you lean close to Conrad and whisper: “Finish what you started.”

“What?” He says in disbelief. But he knows damn well what you mean. You lean back on your chair and spread your legs that were just neatly crossed. Before he slides his hand over to your lap, he also checks your surroundings. Everyone is still in a heated discussion, not paying attention to either of you. His hand reaches the inside of your thigh. You thank the lord that this dress has a slit. His delicate fingers slowly move up the inside of your thigh, reaching for your panties. He moves them aside and places his fingers between your wet folds. He carefully moves them up and down a few times before he enters your body. You moan a little, but when you see the warning look on his face you turn it into a fake cough. Nevertheless, nobody pays attention to you. He starts to thrusts his middle and ring finger inside of you. You arch your back. It’s so hard not to moan. You bite your nails to not make a sound. What he’s doing to you now, has never felt so good. You stop biting your nails and tightly grab the wrist between your legs that belongs to the hand he’s touching you with. Moving your other hand, you rub - his already hard - crotch. It’s a shame you can’t touch him like he’s touching you. The more you rub his dick, the faster his fingers move. When you almost can’t take it anymore, you pinch him to stop him from moving. 

“Meet me in two minutes.” You whisper seductive. You stand up, mumble you have to use the bathroom, and walk away from the table. You really hope there’s not a wet spot visible in your dress. 

The bathrooms are what you expect in such a fancy restaurant. They’re big and clean. There’s a big counter with clean towels and fresh soaps with a mirror above it. You look at yourself and fix your hair a little. That’s when you hear three knocks. You open the door and there he is; leaning against the doorway; with a tempting look in his blue eyes. You don’t say anything when he locks the door and pushes you against the counter. He picks you up, sits you on the counter, and kisses you untamed. You both release the horny and needy tension between you two. You can only think of him. Of his hands touching your body. Of his lips touching your lips. His mouth moves from your lips to your neck. Your hand is in his hair on the back of his head, pulling it lightly. You put your head back, up against the mirror. He reaches your collarbone with his lips and stops. You look down and his eyes meet yours. His hair hangs wildly in front of his face and his lips are swollen. 

“Do you remember infinity?” He refers to the infinity necklace that lays between your collarbones. 

“Of course.” You say hoarsely. It means everything to you. Because he means everything to you. He gave you the moon and the stars. Infinity. 

[itsallsovague]

That was like watching most of book two unfold in one episode in front of my eyes. I may be alone but I loved it BECAUSE I know where we’re ending up now and it’s a good place for us bonrad folks.

You all KNOW I’m a silly little belly x conrad endgame bitch but I’m also I’m a jeremiah girlie at heart so I’m feeling alright. My condolences to those who are not.

[jahayla-parker]

heelllooo, could u write something with Conrad x tall! readeer? like some angst to fluff. maybe her being insecure or something, and her distancing herself from him. oh and they are together

Heightened Insecurities : Conrad Fisher x Reader

Description: 10.8k (plus texts) Reader is Conrad's girlfriend but begins to distance herself because she is insecure about her height. Hurt-Comfort / Angst-> Fluff

Warnings: some angst, discussion of insecurities, some bullying/rude comments, crying, self-doubt, minor cursing, brief mention of cancer (his mother's)- no mention of the outcome on this within this fic

Notes: I may have gotten a bit carried away with this one haha. I tried to write it as a neutrally-casted reader as much as possible; apart from being a tall female as required by the prompt, but the rest should be inclusive (for self-insert purposes) to all demographics [if not please advise me on what to change]!

“So, the party is at seven tonight, but I was thinking-“ Conrad began as he stepped around the corner at the end of the hallway.

He froze mid-stride when his eyes landed on the empty tan couch and saw his girlfriend wasn’t in the room.

“Y/n?” Con questioned, scanning the beach house for where she might have gone.

“Hey Con!” Jeremiah greets, casually strolling past his older brother.

“Jere, wait!” Conrad requests urgently, spinning his body around in order to face Jeremiah, “where is y/n?”

Jeremiah shrugs halfheartedly, “I thought she was with you”.

Conrad sighs, his hand massaging the back of his tense neck as he repays his brother’s answer with a stiff nod, “okay, thanks”.

“You alright man?” Jere asked, despite knowing better than to expect a clear answer from his emotionally reserved brother.

Disappointment clouded Conrad’s face as he confessed, “she’s never late, I… I think she’s mad at me”.

Jeremiah tried his best not to laugh as he wasn’t wanting Conrad to shut down and not talk to him.

But seeing his older brother this way over a girl was an unusual experience.

“Why do you say that? So, she’s a few minutes late,” Jeremiah shrugged again, hoping to calm his brothers’ nerves.

“It’s like you said, she always meets us in the living room at two. It’s only” the younger Fisher boy looked at his watch, “2:10 now, so maybe she needed to stop somewhere”.

Jeremiah said it even though he knew it was unlikely.

Y/n and Conrad were the same in that way.

They were always where they said they’d be, at the time they said they’d be there.

Any deviation from that plan would always have been accounted for and the other one informed of it prior to the fact.

Conrad’s eyes scrutinized his brother to see if he was actually believing his own argument.

“Alright, I see your point. She hasn’t texted you?” Jeremiah admitted, a small frown tugging on the corners of his lips.

Conrad quickly shoved his hand into his pocket, not having thought of checking it earlier as this hadn’t happened before.

The hopeful features that had appeared on Conrad’s face at Jeremiah’s suggestion to check his texts dissolved within seconds.

“Nothing” Conrad muttered lowly.

His younger brother grimaced with widened eyes, “maybe she’s sick?”

Conrad’s head shook as he pursed his lips, “she was okay yesterday, and she would’ve texted me if that was the case. I need to go see what’s going on.”

“Don’t flip out though, she’s probably not mad at you. Unless you did something, did you do something?” Jeremiah teased, being sure to make his voice clearly playful and his features show he was trying to break the tension.

“I don’t think so” Conrad concluded, having already racked his brain for a possible fault of his within the last few days.

Jeremiah bopped his head slowly and opened his mouth to offer more advice.

But, Conrad spoke before his brother could, “I gotta go find her, see you tonight”.

Conrad sighed as he paced back and forth outside y/N’s front door; both in frustration and worry over her not answering the door.

The lights were off in most of her house apart from the window that he knew connected to her bedroom.

The driveway was empty other than her car.

It all suggested she was home alone but choosing not to answer the door when he knocked.

His fingers reluctantly reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

Conrad was already feeling hopeless about getting a response via text from her since she hadn’t returned his calls nor did she answer the door.

Nonetheless, he had to try, so he let his fingers slide across his screen until he had composed a text message to send to his girlfriend.

TEXTS

Conrad dragged a hand drown his face as he returned his phone to his back pocket.

He knew he likely looked like a kicked puppy as he walked back to his car; his head hung and feet scuffing the ground.

As he buckled himself in, he took one last glance at Y/N’s house with a loud sigh.

“You should come tonight Con! Maybe, get your mind off all this” Jeremiah advised, walking into Conrad’s room.

“You forgot to knock” Conrad criticized without looking up at his brother’s entrance.

Jeremiah stepped back slightly, knocking the inside of Conrad’s door playfully, “now, are you coming?”

Conrad furrowed his brows and shot his brother an irritated look.

He then shook his head before staring back down at his phone as it rested in his lap.

“Dude, come on, you can’t sit here all night waiting for her to text or call” Jeremiah pointed out with a dramatic huff.

“I have to figure this out. I want to fix it…” Conrad confessed.

Jeremiah saw the determination and pain in his brother’s body language and frowned.

“And you don’t know what it is that you did?” Jeremiah investigated cautiously.

Conrad merely shook his head again and answered with a soft “no”.

~

Conrad's eyes shifted away from the ocean and to his right as he heard faint footsteps hitting the sand.

“Hi” Conrad whispered, his voice faint out of shock as he saw his girlfriend walking to him.

Y/n offered him a petite smile and waved as she came closer to him, “Hi”.

Looking up at her as she closed the distance between them, Conrad informed her, “I wasn’t sure if you were coming”.

He watched as waves of panic and sadness took over her facial features instantly.

They had a date night planned tonight, but given everything going on between them lately, he didn't know if she would show.

She sucked her lips in until he could only see a thin outline of them and nodded, “that’s fair”.

Conrad sighed and shook his head, “no, that’s not what I meant.. I just… are we okay?”.

Y/n took a seat next to her boyfriend and nodded faintly, “yes, Con, we’re okay. I’m just dealing with some stuff”.

He stared into her eyes for a moment, as if he were trying to read her troubles through them.

“And you don’t want to talk about it?” He asked, seeing the distant look her eyes held.

Y/n shook her head from side to side as she turned her gaze to stare off into ocean waves several feet ahead of them.

“Okay, I get that” he acknowledged, reaching for her hand that was resting on the sand between their legs.

Conrad held his breath as he waited for her reaction.

She let him take hold of it without resistance, but Conrad only found true relief when a few short seconds later she intertwined their fingers.

Yet, he couldn’t help but notice the slight hesitation she had in doing so instead of her normally instant behavior.

He snuck a gaze at y/n as she watched the water ripple in the ocean, the only sound surrounding them.

Using his free hand, Conrad silently opened the picnic basket on the other side of him.

He reached in and pulled out the bouquet of flowers he purchased for her.

“I.. umm.. I got you these” Conrad mumbled, unusually shy as he moved the flowers to the front of his body.

Y/n broke her stare at the ocean and turned just enough to look over at him.

As she did, her lips snapped into a gentle smile and her eyes became glossy.

Conrad picked up on her change in demeanor right away.

“Is it too much? I know you need space, I can get rid-“ he began offering.

Unbeknownst to him, his offer only increased the guilt she had felt swell up again upon seeing the flowers.

She rapidly shook her head, “no, it’s not too much. But, you didn’t have to get me flowers Con. I’m not mad at you, there’s no reason for you to apologize or offer flowers for it”.

Conrad was confused, to say the least.

He furrowed his eyebrows before lifting one up as he told her, “I ordered them the day before last, not because of whatever’s going on. They’re not meant as an apology".

“So.. wait. You got me flowers, just because?” Y/n squeaked.

Conrad nodded slowly, looking away from her as he nervously began to offer to undo it, “but if it-“

“Thank you” she interrupted, catching on to what he was worrying over.

“I just.. I don’t des-..thank you.” Y/n repeated, cutting herself off from the self-deprecating comment she began.

She squeezed his hand that she was still holding.

“When you’re ready to talk about whatever you’re going through, I’m here, okay?” He reminded her tenderly.

She smiled as she gracefully took the flowers and held them to her, her eyes zoning in on them.

“I know… but… It’s a long story, Con” she sighed, sniffing the flowers.

He stared at her, carefully taking in her words and body language, “you have my full attention. Always. For however long it takes”.

She raised her eyes and gave him a weak smile, “Thank you. I can’t even think straight to put anything into words… much less…”.

“I know” Conrad butted in, tugging her hand to him until she was closer.

He let go of her hand so he could wrap his arm around her shoulders comfortingly.

Y/n adjusted her sitting position as she had been sitting cross-crossed to hide her legs.

She moved until her legs were bent sharply, thighs hitting the back of her calves as she tried to shrink into his embrace.

“You’re not too hot?” Conrad inquired as he got more lemonade from the basket.

“No, why?” She implored, gratefully taking the glass bottle from Conrad.

Conrad chuckled, his deep laugh making her tingle, “it’s nearly one hundred degrees out and you’re in jeans”.

She faltered, eyes now resting on her pants, “Oh, that, yeah I uhh.. just didn’t want to burn”.

Conrad rested his hand behind him, bracing his back as he raised an eyebrow at her in suspicion , “I’ve known you long enough to know you don’t burn y/n”.

As she sat in silence, staring at her legs, Conrad panicked he overstepped.

But he could see the look in her eyes even though they weren’t looking at him, and he could see her deep sadness.

“Sweetie, what is it?” He pleaded, his cheek resting on his other shoulder.

“I’m fine” was the only thing she said.

Conrad decided not to push it any further at the moment and went back to focusing on their date.

It was only a handful of minutes later when y/n saw a girl in shorts running to what appeared to be her much taller boyfriend.

She bit her lip as the girl's boyfriend smiled with clear glee as he lifted her up into the air.

Y/n didn’t want Conrad to catch her watching the other couple so she began pretending she was scanning the whole beach.

Conrad was trying to make small talk but stopped when y/n turned back to their picnic with tears in her eyes.

Normally her eyes were a source of comfort and joy for Conrad, but right now they caused a sharp pain in his chest.

“Woah! Hey, hey” he frowned deeply, cupping her cheek, “why are you crying?”

“I'm not fine. I know I said I was, but, I'm not” she admitted as she repeatedly blinked in an attempt to keep the tears from falling.

Conrad nods sympathetically, “I know.. Are you ready to talk about it?”

With a loud sigh, she shook her head.

She wanted to get over insecurities instead of alerting Conrad to why she felt he shouldn’t be with her.

“Okay, that’s alright” Conrad hummed.

“Want some y/f/f?” he offered, holding a dish of her favorite fruit before her, in hopes of changing the subject to something neutral.

She smiled at the change in subject and nodded.

TEXTS

Conrad tapped his foot against the dirty recliner he was seated in as he reread his texts from the last few days.

He was still struggling to figure out what was happening to y/n and to their relationship.

It didn’t matter to him that he was currently at some party his brother and friend had dragged him to.

His mind was, as usual, stuck on y/n.

He didn’t even bother physically acknowledging it when his brother and Steven approached him at some point that night.

The boys stood before him silently for a moment.

“Do you think she’s seeing someone else?” Steven asked carelessly as he sipped on his beer.

Jeremiah aggressively smacked the back of Steven’s head as Conrad snapped his eyes up.

“No” Conrad defended, “y/n wouldn’t do that”.

Steven offered him a semi-apologetic curl of his lips, “I’m just saying man, it would make sense as to why she’s acting weird”.

Squinting harshly at his friend, Conrad argued, “distant, not weird”.

Jeremiah hummed in agreement, offering Conrad a beer.

Conrad pushed it away, not wanting anything to impair his analyzing of the situation.

“Same thing, only you’d see a difference in that” Steven stated with an eye roll.

Conrad sighed loudly.

Conrad knew he had always been great at causing distance with people whenever he wanted to.

Yet, it was beyond infuriating to him that he didn’t know how to fix it when someone else was doing that to him instead.

It also made him feel guilty for the times he had done this to her in the past.

But he simultaneously, slightly, wished if anyone were to be causing the distance between them that it was him doing it.

Because during those times, he could at least fix the behavior if he were the one doing it.

Yet that wasn’t the case now and to make it worse, Conrad didn’t even know why she was doing it.

So how was he to fix it?

“Oh…umm..!” His brother gasped, making Conrad follow his wide-eyed stare.

As Conrad’s head faced the door, he saw y/n and a couple of her friends had arrived.

He noticed y/n was biting her lips aggressively and avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room.

“I thought you said she wasn’t feeling like going out places?” Steven pointed out.

Jeremiah smacked his head again in response as he muttered for him to shut up.

Conrad ignored their bickering, as well as the pain in his heart, as he took in the uncomfortable body language she was displaying.

He knew something was wrong, and no matter the metaphorical distance currently between them, he needed to offer his help.

Even if she wouldn’t take it, he couldn’t bear the idea of leaving her to face whatever the discomforting situation was on her own.

“I’ll be back” he mumbled, not sure if he actually would be or not, as he stood up.

“Bro… maybe you should let her come to you” Jeremiah suggested respectfully.

Conrad hesitated as he debated the suggestion.

But as he watched y/n nervously fiddle with her fingers, he firmly shook his head.

Conrad steadily made his way over to her, watching as she tried to slip away from the other guests.

Just as y/n was about to side step another person and slide out the patio door, he grabbed her hand.

She stiffened in response, making him want to drop her hand.

But, when she refused to acknowledge him, he held on; determined to stop her from trying to distance herself more.

“We should talk” Conrad stated confidently, moving to the front of her to guide them outside, away from the party.

“I don’t want to talk” she argued, her voice clipped.

“Y/n, you’re not going to win this. I have far more experience being a stubborn recluse than you” Conrad smirked, changing his approach.

Nonetheless, y/n ignored him, only trying to remove her hand from his grip.

“Are you upset with me?” Conrad inquired.

“I told you, I’m fine” she snapped, biting her cheek instantly as she watched Conrad flinch at her sharp tone.

He pulled himself together, “No you’re not. Don’t shut me out”.

”Yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don't take it personally. It's just easier." She remarked, pushing her guilt aside.

“I’m your boyfriend y/n, not some random person you just met. It’s different. I thought we were stronger than that” Conrad declared with a steady gaze.

”I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression." She retorted rudely, moving to go around him.

For a moment Conrad faltered, feeling his old ways of shutting down creeping back.

But as his eyes scanned the woman he loved, he fought the temptations to cause distance between them on his end as well.

Instead, Conrad took a deep breath and adjusted his grip on her hand.

“Why are you doing this? If I did something just say it, scream it at me if you need to” He groaned loudly, still holding her hand.

Y/n remained silent.

She was afraid if she spoke, she would end up saying something too harsh as she couldn’t fight the sense she needed to push him away.

But she also didn’t want to hurt him in the process.

“You’re pushing me away and you won’t even tell me why!” He shouted, clearly fed up with her recent behavior.

“Do you not care about us anymore? Because you’re sure not acting like it. Fight with me if you’re mad, 'cause it’s like you don’t care at all” Conrad complained.

He tried to wait patiently for a response.

But when he saw she wasn’t going to do anymore more than stare at her shoes, he rolled his eyes.

He pushed through the turmoil he felt to mutter his response, “fine. Whatever.”

“I don’t care about us either anymore” Conrad lied, begrudgingly dropping her hand in order to walk away.

“Good” y/n shouted, her back to him as she whispered, “because you deserve more."

But the wind caught her voice, carrying it the short distance he’d walked, and made Conrad freeze as it hit his ears.

He snapped his body around, facing her, “what?”

Y/n didn’t respond, not expecting him to have heard, and was now utterly shocked.

“Y/n, what the hell did you just say?” Conrad asked sharply as he stood right before her once again.

“You deserve so much better Conrad! Happy?! Now just go, like you said, you don’t care anymore, so just leave” she snapped, her tone showing she was trying to be harsh but her true emotions seeping through as her voice trembled.

“Take it back” he ordered, glaring at her.

Without permitting any eye contact, y/n only responded with, “just fucking leave, C-Con” .

He gripped her hand firmly but tenderly.

“No. You know I only said I didn’t care because I was mad. It wasn’t true. But the first part” Conrad frowned, “what do you mean by that?"

The moonlight reflected off her skin enough to show Conrad her damp cheeks.

Seeing this, he moved to close the distance and wipe her cheeks.

Y/n sniffled as she turned away from him, “stop, I can’t do this”.

“Do what?” Conrad pushed, pleased to be getting somewhere.

She looked anywhere but his eyes as she tried to form an answer.

“Look at me, y/n, please “ Conrad shamelessly begged, tilting her head to him, “what you said just now… I don’t und-… you think I deserve more than this, more than you?”

Y/n felt her tears stream down her face as she looked into his deeply concerned eyes.

She couldn’t believe he was gazing at her with only sincere love, despite her behavior.

She nodded, “much more, yes. So just let me go and-".

“Shut up” Conrad cut her off, shaking his head in disbelief.

Her lips slightly parted in response.

As he stroked her jaw, he declared “I’m not letting you go, not over something like this. Do you actually not want us to be together?”

Y/n began to answer, but he held up his hand, “take out this 'deserve' bullshit, do you still want me? Do you still love me?”

She let out a small sob and nodded, “yes, of course. Of course I love you. I… I… I am sorry I made you question that. That proves why you des-".

He harshly shook his head, “I know you still love me. That’s why I’ve still been fighting for us. If I believed you no longer felt the same way, it would hurt, but I wouldn’t push it on you. I know there’s more going on but, I can’t know what that is unless you talk”.

As she began trembling before him, he rested his hands on her upper arms.

Her lip began violently quivering as she broke down and started crying.

While rubbing her arms, Conrad noticed the way she glance at his chest and he smiled softly, “come here”.

Y/n didn’t hesitate as she moved closer and erased the tiny distance between his chest and hers.

Conrad hummed as she let his arms embrace her, “shhhh sweetheart, we’ll figure this out okay? Whatever this is, we can handle it”.

She nodded against him as he comforted her.

After he had gotten her to settle down, Conrad led them both down the beach.

He stopped their silent walk when they reached a quieter section.

“I need to know what you meant” Conrad testified as he helped them sit down.

“It’s pretty straight forward Con” y/n sighed with a defeated shrug.

Conrad kept arm around her.

He frowned in her direction as she sat to his right, “not to me. What makes you think I deserve more than you? What does that even entail?”

“Just… someone better for you” she whispered, voice so painfully soft.

Conrad’s eyes narrowed more and he turned her to him, “don’t you dare say that, you’re perfect for me. What are you talking about?”

“No, I’m not Conrad. I… I can’t give you what the other girls can” y/n mumbled.

“Which is?” Conrad pressed, needing more information.

“Y/n, what is it that makes you feel inadequate?” He questioned upon not getting a response.

“Baby,-“ he sighed as she wiped her eyes.

“I’m too tall!” Y/n blurted loudly before crying harder.

Conrad felt all his muscles freeze at her response.

But as her body shook with her cries, he pulled it together and embraced her, “I don’t know what to say to that. What’s wrong with your height?”

“I’m too tall, I can’t give you the aesthetic short girlfriend thing guys like” y/n explained.

“I don’t care about that stuff, I love you as you are. There’s nothing wrong with your height” Conrad argued defensively.

“Conrad, please. I can’t do that gazing up at you innocently thing, I can’t sit between your legs, you can’t pick me up and carry me, you don’t have to bend down to kiss me, and it goes on. I know guys find that romantic and attractive and I’m-“ she rambled, her mouth finally confessing all the thoughts she’d struggled with lately.

Conrad’s face scrunched as his mouth parted and formed a frown, his tongue pressed against his top front teeth.

“Y/n, you can stop. I get the idea of what you’re getting at. But it’s simply not true” he swore.

“Con-“ she sighed, ready to argue with him.

“No, see, I like being able to look straight at you, kissing you without having to even think about it or move my head” Conrad began, his thumb faintly touching her cheek as he cleared the tears from her skin.

“Plus, you can still sit between my legs! Sure, your legs will stick out, but there’s nothing wrong with that. I can still hold you in that way, y/n." Conrad assured her.

"And, if you want, I have no issue with proving to you right now that I can pick you up and carry you. I assure you I can do that no matter your height, darling” He asserted firmly.

She nibbled on her bottom lip with her top row of teeth and nodded weakly against his palm, “I’m sorry that I’m so insecure”.

“Shh, no, that’s not something you can control nor should you feel bad about” Conrad corrected kindly.

“Thank you Con,…are you sure nothing about it bothers you?” She hesitatingly asked.

“I promise, nothing you come up with in your head is anything I’ve ever thought about, let alone have a problem with” Conrad assured her, stroking her cheekbone.

“Not even that I can’t wear cute heels when we go out, the way the other girls would?” Y/n inquired, still feeling guilty over him not getting to experience certain things with her.

“I don’t care what you wear as long as you’re comfortable. You could wear slippers for all I care. But why do you say you can’t wear heels?” Conrad responded, noticing the way she herself seemed disappointed in it.

“It’ll make me quite a bit taller than you” y/n pointed out simply.

He nodded slowly, confused, “So?”

“That doesn’t bother you?” Y/n questioned, holding onto his hand that was resting on her face.

Jutting his bottom lip out slightly, he shook his head, “No, does it bother you?”

“Only because I feel like it limits your experiences, or that others would say things to you about it” y/n elaborated.

“They don’t. To be fair, they probably know better than to talk bad about you at all near me” he told her.

A small giggle formed at his protective statement and she snuggled into him, “ I love you Con”.

“I love you too. Is this something you’ve always been insecure about?” Conrad asked, keeping the conversation flowing.

“Kinda. I’m taller than my parents and brother, so it’s been odd.. and it’s one of the first things people tend to notice about me so it makes me feel like people are always watching me” Y/n told him.

“Hmm” he nodded in sympathy as he absorbed her story.

"If it helps, the first thing I noticed about you was your eyes" Conrad confessed, holding her closer to him.

She bit her bottom lip as she grinned widely, shyly looking down at the sand.

"Is there anything else?" Conrad asked, hoping the answer was no but not wanting her to stop talking to him about what she was struggling with.

“Umm.. also like my ex,… He was like an inch taller so he hated it when I wore heels and his friends commented on it all the time” she added, feeling comfortable disclosing this to him now, “that’s when I learned guys like short girls and whatnot”.

Conrad shook his head, more to himself than anything, as frustration towards and anger at her ex burned in him, “I’m sorry, he’s an idiot. It was his own insecurity and ego issues, nothing about you”.

Shyly, she mumbled a soft thank you to her boyfriend.

He pulled her closer to him, hating someone made her feel like she wasn’t good enough.

“I love you Y/n. You’re so beautiful, this isn’t anything you need to worry about” he advised.

She hummed and nodded her head, “everyone has their flaws I suppose”.

Conrad shifted his lips to the side, muttering, “perhaps, but your height is not a flaw. Not in the slightest”.

Y/n suppressed her fears and looked into his loving gaze, allowing her eyes to display her confusion.

“Y/n, have you truly looked at yourself? At your legs? While trying to push those thoughts away or try to see the benefits of your height?” Conrad wondered aloud.

“No, because I don’t see any” she shook her head defiantly.

He hummed softly, “love, you do realize most models are tall?”

She faintly smiled appreciatively at him, “I’m not a model though, Con”.

“Maybe not professionally, but -“ Conrad hesitated shyly as he normally isn’t this direct and honest, “you might as well be. I’m serious about you being the most radiant person I’ve ever seen”.

He ignored his shyness and grinned as she snuggled into him more, her small smile starting to grow.

“I mean, you’re gorgeous. Everything about you is… but, honey, you clearly aren’t aware of how sexy long legs are” he chuckled, his fingertips traipsing her hip.

“Sure, some guys like shorter girls.. But, babe… long legs are…, Whew” he confessed, his cheeks flushing red even in the dark.

“Really?” Y/n asked, a bit nervous but with the hint of a smirk on her face.

“Yes, I shouldn’t say this cause you’ll use it against me,” he laughed, noticing her smirking at him, “but to be honest… even as I say that, you using it against me honestly doesn’t sound all that bad”.

Conrad laughed to himself, “you know when you’re out there playing volleyball with those shorts or swimsuit bottoms on, your legs on display?”

Y/n watched silently as he shook his head, biting his lip in lust, “it does things”.

She pressed her lips together before giggling, “oh?”.

Accepting his fate of confessing all his internal thoughts to her, Conrad hummed in confirmation and nodded “the only downside being the urge to keep the other guys from staring. But, you can wear whatever you’d like, I’m used to being ready for war when we go out. I can keep you safe. So, as long as you’re happy with what you’re wearing, I don’t mind having to deal with their stares”.

Y/n felt the temperature in her cheeks increase significantly at his confession.

“Just so long as no one else gets to leave with you” he adds firmly.

She wrapped her arm around him, “Never Conrad. No one’s ever even tried to make me feel as loved and beautiful as you’ve made me feel tonight”.

Kissing his cheek, she laughed as she added “despite the fact I probably have mascara streaks on my face”.

Y/n continued to laugh and ran her hand over her face to get any of the aforementioned streaks off.

Conrad removed her hand from her face nicely.

He used his own thumb to tenderly lift the mascara stains himself, “you deserve to know. I know communication isn’t my strong suit, and I may never find words beautiful enough to describe how I see you… let alone all that you mean to me.., but I will spend the rest of my life searching for them and telling them to you as I do”.

Y/n sobbed and snuggled tightly into him.

One of Conrad’s hands stayed on her face to keep wiping her tears.

The other was resting on her thigh through the material of her skirt.

She was wearing a skirt that covered her legs down to right above her knees.

“Sorry for crying over this” y/n apologized, hand on his chest.

“You never need to apologize to me. Ever. And certainly not for crying. I’ll always be here” Conrad promised.

“Thanks. Sorry-“ she laughed as he gave her a look as if reminding her of what he just said, “-I mean, thank you and I’ll work on not shutting down and pushing you away while I work through this”.

Conrad relaxed, “I’m glad, thank you”

“No. Thank you Con,” y/n rebutted, cuddling into his embrace even more as he kept his hands on her legs.

“Is this okay?” He asked as he watched her gaze down at his hands.

She nodded with a smile, “ yeah, when it’s you”.

Y/n rested her head on his chest.

“If I do, or say, something that makes you feel worse, or starts those thoughts, please tell me” Conrad requested softly.

Nodding she whispered, “okay”.

Y/n smiled appreciatively against his chest, her fingers tracing random patterns on his shirt, “I doubt I’ll need to, but, okay. I appreciate your support and understanding baby”.

Conrad grinned at the pet name he hadn't realized he had desperately missed hearing, “no problem y/n, I want to help, just tell me what you need. Let me give you what you need?”

“Right now…” she relaxed into him more, “just keep me warm, it’s a bit chilly and y/f/n made me wear this uncomfortable skirt and sleeveless top”.

Conrad ran his hands over her arms immediately to warm her up.

“But, in terms of this stuff, just be you Con” she murmured, “I never imagined someone being so comfortable with, and actually pleased by, my height. It’ll just take time to remember this and have it be what comes first instead of the toxic thoughts from before”.

“I can do that,” he agreed, “what do you say we get out of here and watch y/f/m at the beach house, under blankets? … and depending on how cold you are, I can make hot chocolate”.

Y/n took in the weather, feeling the slight rain hitting her.

It was raining, but not bad, more of a sprinkling.

But, despite the skirt she was in going down to her knees, the thin material offered her no warmth.

Plus, her top didn’t cover her exposed arms at all.

“You know I’m always down for cocoa” She giggled.

Conrad combed her hair with his hand as he smiled at her, “Then it’s a date, let’s go gorgeous”.

He helped her up from the sand, his hands on her hips.

His fingers were causally stroking her hips and the very top of her thighs as he steadied her on the sand.

As she looks at him, y/n could easily tell Conrad was not even thinking about it, nor was he aware he was doing it.

It was then that she recalled him doing it before.

But it was only this time, now, after tonight, that she saw it as a good thing; now that she understands his feelings about her legs and height.

“I need to tell y/f/n and y/o/f/n I’m leaving” she groaned, looking over towards the party.

“Text ‘em?” Con suggested, seeing the tired look in her eyes.

She nodded, and while she texted her friends, Conrad used his group chat with his brother and Steven to update them on his change in plans as well.

When done, he smirked, “I think it’s time I prove this to you”.

Before she could even contemplate what he meant, Conrad had swiftly picked her up.

She gasped at first but then giggled at his behavior.

“You should hold on though, honey,” he said, not wanting to risk her safety.

She laughed and shook her head, “Con, you can put me down, I get your point”

He does as she says but holds her to him, rubbing her arms to keep her warm as they walk home.

“Can we try something?” Conrad randomly inquired.

“Sure Con” she sweetly replied.

“If you’re comfortable with it, hop on my back?”He suggested.

He knew she was in a skirt but that wasn’t why he checked if she was comfortable with it.

He was worried about her emotional status with the behavior since it had to do with her legs and her height.

Conrad wasn’t stressed about anything showing when carrying her on his back as he knew y/n wore volleyball/spandex shorts under any skirts or summer dresses.

She told him long ago she did that for comfort so she never had to worry about it if she ran or did something that would lift the material.

So Conrad knew that nothing would show even with her legs around him.

But he wanted her to be comfortable emotionally as well and didn’t want to push her too much.

He began leaning down as he waited for her answer.

“I don’t know if it’ll work, Con” she admitted worryingly, afraid he’d be disappointed if it didn’t work right when they tried.

“If not, that’s okay, but, I think it will” Conrad said, after analyzing her words carefully.

“Okay, “ y/n said, letting him sink lower so she could get onto his back.

She slowly lifted herself onto Conrad’s back, his hands immediately bracing her legs as she wrapped them around him.

Conrad noticed she had tensed at first, but soon relaxed as he tenderly squeezed her thighs.

He began slowly rubbing his thumbs over her legs as he securely held her up, her legs hooked around him with her ankles loosely locked onto selves.

He grinned at her ability to due to that, another benefit of her height.

Conrad was pleased as it added another safety measure that would ensure she couldn’t fall off easily.

“Want to change?” Conrad offered when they arrived at his house.

“You can pick whatever from my closest, or some of your clothes are here too in the dresser” he told her, letting her slide down his back and step onto the hardwood floor.

She bit her inner lip and gave him a smug smile, “are your black Cousins Beach sweats clean?”

Conrad laughed at her very specific inquiry, “yeah, I think it’s in the bottom left drawer. The matching hoodie you got me is hanging in the closet”.

“Thanks Con!” She cheered, rubbing up the stairs to his room.

He smiled to himself as he went to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate for them as she changed into more comfortable clothing.

Y/n changed quickly and bolted down the stairs, sliding into the kitchen with his socks she had on.

She wrapped her arms around him, adjusting herself to be able to rest her head against his head instead of his shoulder.

Conrad grinned widely as he let go of the spoon, resting his hands over hers for a moment in peaceful silence.

He hummed to himself before he resumed stirring the cocoa mix.

When he finished, he turned around in her arms, smugly eying her in his clothes.

Y/n caught his smirk and how his ego inflated at the sight.

She rolled her eyes playfully and reached for one of the cups.

Conrad tsked and held the cup up in the air, above his head.

But, since she’s not shorter than him, it was still within her reach if she tried hard enough.

He smiled as she raised an eyebrow at him and held her hand just before the cup to show him she could still grab it.

“See, another plus for you” Conrad pointed out, kissing her cheek.

“It doesn’t bother you that you can’t successfully tease me by doing that?” Y/n pondered, ready to bring her hand back down.

He shook his head, “Not at all, because, while you’re focusing on taking it from me as I’m holding it up over our heads..”

“It makes it easier to do this” He happily declared, her body pressed against him as her arm lingered in the air, eyes on the mug again.

Before she could react to what he was telling her, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.

She giggled happily as she grabbed the cup and lowered it to the counter next to him.

Y/n pulled him closer for another kiss, her breath hitting his lips as she teased “you could kiss me regardless of my height, Con”.

He bounced head from side to side as if thinking deeply, “Hmm… true, but, look how amazing it is to be able to just…”

With that, Conrad pressed his chest to hers, closing the few faint inches between them again, and kissed her with ease.

“I love that” He whispered, his lips still hovering over hers.

Y/n picked up her mug and grabbed his hand with her free one before dragging him to the living room.

Conrad sat down and situated then on the couch, situating her between his outstretched legs.

She knew his arrangement was intentional but found it sweet nonetheless.

Y/n smiled and curled up into him.

Even though she knew why he arranged them like that, it still did help her feel more comfortable in her own body while around him.

Y/n and Conrad were snuggled up together as they watched the movie and snacked on popcorn; warm and relaxed in each other's embrace.

“By the way, these sweats, look incredible on you” Conrad suddenly whispered into her ear, his hand slipping into the pocket of his sweatpants she had on.

He watched as she bit her lip with faux innocence, “not only are they one of my favorite pairs of yours because, God they’re soft! but also…”

She turned to look into his attentive gaze, “I usually avoid black since it can make people look taller… But since you like that…”.

Conrad felt his grin grow until he knew he was smiling like an idiot, all of his teeth showing, “Fuck, I love you”.

Slightly out of breath, he added, “and yes, I do like that. You are stunning in everything, including black. Especially, if it’s my clothing”.

As he noticed how flustered she became, Conrad’s grin turned into a confident smug as he kissed her shoulder.

The bonfire had been going for at least an hour by the time y/n and Conrad made their appearance.

It was supposed to be a relaxing evening with miscellaneous other beach goers.

Yet, it started off rough as it was now already after dusk and upon arriving, y/n promptly hit her head on one of the hanging decorations she didn’t see.

Y/n bristled immediately as those in the crowd who noticed her mishap laughed.

It wasn’t like the decorations were hung low, she was just taller than most of the girls.

And, the darkness did not aid her clumsiness nor her height difference.

Had they gotten there before sunset, she could’ve memorized where the obstacles were prior to it becoming hard to see.

Conrad clenched his fist at his side as the scene unfolded, not wanting to make a scene for her sake but pissed at those who were laughing.

However, as he watched his girlfriend take a few timid steps backward before hastily spinning around to face him, he wanted to change his mind.

He could see her insecurity and embarrassment clear as day, making him frown.

Conrad stepped forward and cautiously formed a secure grip on her.

He glared at those who were laughing, as he whispered, “you okay?”

She took a deep breath, “Yeah, thanks baby”.

It wasn’t intentional but they had gone separate ways at some point that night.

Conrad had excused himself to use the restroom.

At the same time, y/n told him she was going to go catch up with a friend for a bit.

However, she soon became thirsty and made her way to the unstable drink table that was barely staying upright on the uneven sand.

As she did, she unintentionally overheard a group of girls gossiping with each other.

“I think they’re breaking up,” one girl said, y/n recognized the voice as belonging to this girl from the country club; Hannah.

“Really?” Another girl asked, this time it was a voice y/n didn’t recognize.

“Yeah, Jenny and I heard something about that. Y/n and him have not been seen out at many parties together lately. Which isn’t normal. Like, oh my gosh, the other night, she came with friends and Conrad came with Jeremiah instead!” Hannah exclaimed with a disgusting amount of glee.

“Damn, I wonder what happened. I thought they were good” one of the girls who had been silent earlier spoke up.

Y/n didn’t even bother trying to figure out who it was that was sticking up for her relationship.

Instead, she felt a sheet of heartache and guilt slam against her.

She knew she was to blame, after all, she caused the distance between herself and Conrad.

It was the distance she caused that made people gossip like this about him.

She didn’t care what people thought of her relationship except for when it involved their views or opinions on Conrad.

Only then, did she feel the need to revise or reprimand someone for a backhanded comment.

“Oh God! I hope so! ‘cause Conrad’s soooo hot” Hannah grinned, sipping on her beer.

Y/n wanted to run but couldn’t.

It was as if her legs were punishing her for being insecure about them, because they now felt glued in place.

“I know girl, and you’d be so much cuter together” Sara, an old acquaintance of y/n’s from a few years ago, chimed in, making y/n take in a sharp gust of air.

“Honestly, like y/n is freakishly tall, even for him,” Hannah said, twirling her hair around her long polished fingernail.

“Seriously! I mean, girl! Do those legs ever stop? She’s like one of those… what’re they called.. oh, Amazon, girls” Hannah’s friend nodded.

Upon hearing this, her legs seemed to have finally agreed with her mind that she'd had enough as they shakingly began to move away from the group.

Finally, her body had decided to cooperate and y/n started to walk back to the fire to get away from their gossip.

However, it was still futile as party guests had suddenly surged closer, making it near impossible to pass.

Y/N’s eyes searched the crowd for either and escape route or her boyfriend.

As she scanned the area, Y/N heard Hannah laughing obnoxiously, “like what’s the point?! Sure she’s pretty. I guess.. but, those legs?”

Y/n unconsciously dropped her shoulders even lower and hung her head as it if made her look shorter.

“She is waaayy too tall, she knows it too” Sara scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“You think?” Hannah questioned with a sadistic smirk.

“Yeah, I’ve never seen her wear heels. She has gotta know it’s gross how tall she is compared to him” Sara answered confidently.

“Plus, everyone knows a taller boyfriend and shorter girlfriend is much better, no wonder he is ending it with her!” The other girl agreed, winking at Hannah.

Y/n clenched her teeth together as she began pushing her way through, dropping her drink onto the sandy floor.

Conrad had been laughing as he visited with one of his friends.

However, every few minutes he had done a quick scan to make sure she was safe.

He had begun this habit long before she even mentioned any self-confidence issues; instead, it was done out of his normal protective tendencies.

Once again his eyes searched the sea of bodies as he tried to find his girlfriend.

He ignored his friend’s conversation as his mind and eyes went into tunnel vision upon not seeing y/n where she was the last time he checked.

Not wanting to be rude to his friend, he nodded along cluelessly to the conversation as he kept scanning for her.

Another thing Conrad loved about her was that her height made it way easier for his panic to calm as he could easily find her in crowds when he needed her presence or when checking on her status.

So why couldn’t he now?

“Jere, do you see y/n?!” Conrad asked in a slightly panicked tone, not caring that he was cutting their friend off mid-sentence.

“No, do you think she left?” Jeremiah wondered as he stood on his tippy toes to look.

Conrad shook his head, “no, man. Things had been better the last few days and she wasn’t shrinking herself as much or running off”.

He tapped his thigh nervously before he thought to call her.

Conrad unlocked his phone to call her, worried that maybe some guy had tried something that Conrad couldn’t hear due to the loud music.

He’d never forgive himself if she was in danger and he didn’t know.

As he looked at his phone, his eyes widened upon seeing he had a few texts and a missed call from her.

Conrad audibly cursed himself for not having his vibration on so he could feel the notifications even if the music was too loud to hear them.

His fingers dashed across his screen as he called her back, “I’m so sorry! I just saw. I’m so sorry, where are you baby?!”

Y/n loudly sniffled as she struggled to talk.

But Conrad could just barely make out that she was trying to apologize and to say he could stay and enjoy the party.

“Hey, love, it’s okay, just tell me where you are, please. I need to know” he redirected as he stood on the chair beside him.

“I’m by the lifeguard stand” she whispered.

Conrad shifted his gaze to look further down on the beach, away from the party, and saw her leaning on the tower.

“I am on my way” he promised, already sprinting towards her; not caring what people might be thinking of his sudden behavior.

When he reached her, he promptly wrapped her in his arms and held her to him within seconds of her turning to him with sorrow.

“C'mere. Sit down. Tell me what's going on” Conrad guided.

“I-I can’t stop the self-deprecating thoughts about my height” she muttered, ashamed.

He kissed her forehead, “I know it’s hard Yn, but please, don't listen to that voice inside your head, listen to mine."

She wanted to just agree and not tell him what happened tonight.

But she knew better by now.

“Con… I-it’s not just in my head though” she whimpered into his chest as she lowered herself deeper into the sand.

Conrad paused as he tried to understand what she meant by that statement.

Y/n began crying harder as her shame took over her mind.

Conrad once again knew he looked like a kicked puppy, his eyes wide and sad as his lips arched downwards at a steep angle, “oh sweetie... what happened? Did someone say something to you?”

Conrad tried to keep his protective anger in check as she nodded.

“Who? What did they say? Why-?” He began firing off questions.

“Doesn’t matter Con, they’re right. They too agree you deserve better-“ she interrupted, not wanting him to keep pushing for more details as to who said it.

“I’m going to strangle every last son of a bi-..., Y/n, love " Conrad broke, watching y/n crying against him.

He noticed she began leaning back as if thinking of shutting down and pretending she was fine.

“Hey, hey, hey, don't let them say that. You're beautiful,” Conrad assured her.

“They think I’m too tall for you, Connie” y/n pouted with a small sniffle.

“I don't care what they think, to me, you are perfect” he confessed, rubbing her back.

“It’s… it’s not just me okay? Guys in general think tall girls are hot” Conrad argued, seeing her doubt still present.

“Mmmh, I only care about you anyways” she smiled softly, her hand bunching the material of his shirt between her palm and fingers, “but it’s just hard because I know guys don’t and I… I’m sorry it’s just I feel like you’re just saying that to try and make me feel better”.

Conrad licked his lips and nodded, “one second”.

Y/n waited wordlessly as Conrad typed away on his phone screen.

“See! Look, Harry Styles himself says, and I quote, ‘tall girls are hot. Short girls are cute.’” Conrad read, setting his phone back down.

“HARRY STYLES. Your favorite, and he too says tall girls are hot. Now see, if he knew you, he’d know you were both cute and hot. But, I’m glad he doesn’t cause I don’t need that kind of competition” Conrad teased lightly, smiling down at her.

She choked on a small laugh and shook her head as she cuddled into him, “there’s no competition Conrad. You’re everything. I just want you to feel good about who you’re with”.

“Y/n, I never doubted that I wanted to be with you. Not even when I just had a crush on you, let alone now” he promised, playing with her hair.

Kissing the side of her head, he whispered, “You're gorgeous baby, come closer, let me spoil you with all my love."

“Cooonnnn” she said, squirming in his arms as he placed kisses all over her.

Conrad didn’t say anything and just kept kissing her in random places until she was laughing loudly and visibly happy.

“I love you” she breathed out as he let her catch her breath.

“I love you too. I’m not sure what was said tonight, but they’re wrong. They’re beyond ignorant if they cannot see how incredible you are. Whatever was said, I’m sorry honey and I wish you’d tell me what happened so I can help even more. But it’s not true baby” Conrad rambled, feeling as though she was in a better mood to talk about it now.

“Basically… They said you finally saw things clearly regarding my height and were breaking up with me because of it” Y/n tentatively explained, knowing he’d be protective.

“I know it’s not true Con. But-“ she added, seeing the concern mixing with his otherwise angry eyes.

“Who?!” Conrad growled, fist clenched in the sand.

“Connie, it doesn’t-“ she resisted, sitting up and looking into his eyes directly this time.

“Y/n. Who. Said. That. To. You?” Conrad repeated, his eyes ablaze.

“It wasn’t to me, I was trying to grab a drink and overheard them saying that stuff… and going on and on trashing me and my height” she admitted, hand on his tense shoulder to try and calm him down.

Conrad knew what she was attempting to do, so he took several deep breaths in through his nose.

“Y/n, I need you to tell me who this was,” he asked again, his eyes softening as he looked at her.

“Con, it doesn’t change anything” she argued, squeezing his defined bicep.

“You’re right, they’re still wrong regardless. But, this cannot go unaddressed” he stubbornly huffed.

She sighed softly in defeat “I only cared because it dealt with you, if they were just saying the insults it wouldn’t have impacted so much”.

“You now I’ve not been lying about how I feel about you, your height, and your legs right?” Conrad questioned, letting the sand sift through his fingers as he released his grip on it.

“I know Connie, and I’m working on trying to get over the thoughts I had before” she promised, giving him a smile.

“It’s just hearing someone say that, you, in particular, have a problem with my biggest insecurity; you know? I’m trying Con, I promise..” y/n muttered weakly.

“Hey, I know, and you’ve been doing so well and it’s not easy to get over insecurities. But, I’m here to help. I’m not mad it impacted you, babe, I’m mad that they were talking crap about you and claiming that I thought those things” Conrad clarified, seeing how his anger was misinterpreted.

She nodded, shifting herself around to have her back to him again, “thank you Con, I’m okay now. I just needed you; you know?”

Conrad snuggled into her, “I know. And, see, that’s another thing I love about your long legs honey. You’re always there to support me when I need it, but your height means you can hold me the same way that I hold you. Like how you did when I had a long night dealing with Jere and my mom, and I was really upset”.

Y/N’s mind flashed back to a few summers ago when Conrad was very overwhelmed.

Susannah had gotten sick again, the cancer suddenly spreading rapidly.

Conrad blamed himself for not catching it earlier as if he could’ve somehow seen it coming if he’d payed more attention.

It was during a night that summer when she saw Conrad fully cry for the first time.

She’d rarely even seen his eyes water during their years of friendship, but that night he was sobbing.

Y/n couldn’t imagine the grief and pain he was in but comforted him as best as she could nonetheless.

She had wrapped him up in her arms so tightly it was as if she was shielding him from the hurt.

He clung to her as he shook, opening up to her in a way he hadn’t before.

Afterwards he was embarrassed for having been so vulnerable and not coming off as some overly emotionally-strong person.

But he still told her how much he appreciated her presence and comfort.

Y/n silently smiled to herself as she recalled the scene and the way he was so pleased to simply have had her there.

Conrad smiled back as he saw hers, “see.”

She nodded, resting her head back against his chest, “it is nice”.

He chuckled softly, “yes, it is, y/n. I just love holding you all the time. Like this is perfect. But, when I’m needing to remind myself that you’re here with me and I have you for support…, having your arms holding me and letting me just rest in your embrace, with your legs wrapped around me to keep me even closer…, nothing could’ve helped more than that”.

She rubbed her head against his chest while extending her legs as she stayed seated between his legs still, but now tapping his left foot with hers.

Conrad quickly got the point and raised his leg slightly so she could hook her leg underneath it.

Y/n slid her leg against the sand moving it below his leg slightly, her foot arched back to press against his ankle.

Conrad smiled to himself as he clasped his hands around her torso, “I still have some questions I need you to answer”.

“Okay,” she complied, rubbing her foot on his ankle as best as she could.

With some resistance she answered his questions, informing Conrad on who said these things, and what exactly was said.

Conrad kept himself calm as he reminded himself that he needed to get her situated first and then he’d deal with them.

As such, he thanked her for answering and soon took her home.

After he knew she was safe and in bed, he went back to the bonfire.

It didn’t take him long to find the girls he was furious with.

He didn’t care if he was making a scene or not as he went on about how he loved her and that the alleged flaws they were gossiping about were only a small example of the ways in which y/n was the most beautiful person.

The girls merely gawked at him in silence.

Conrad concluded his night by informing them that he better not ever hear about them talking that way about y/n again and then headed home.

~

The next day, y/n woke up to text from mother saying there was something for her on the steps that she brought inside and set by the door before leaving.

Y/n yawned as she slowly walked downstairs and to the door, sleepily rubbing eyes.

Seeing an elegant white box with a delicately wrapped silk bow around it, her mouth parted.

Y/n moved the bow ever so slightly to the right as her eyes caught glimpse of a small note card.

It didn’t have her name on it, but instead, the card was labeled “Babe,” with a small heart in handwriting she immediately knew recognized as Conrad’s.

She shook her head and smiled to herself, carefully carrying the box back to her room as she texted him.

As she walked, she removed and read the note card carefully.

“Y/n,

I hope you don’t mind, but I told y/f/n that I wanted to get you some heels. You mentioned feeling like you couldn’t wear them with guys, and I don’t want you to feel restricted with me. If you don’t want to wear them, or rather they be returned, that’s okay. I just wanted you to have the option. Y/f/n mentioned these were ones you’d had your eyes on, so hopefully you don’t mind me getting them for you. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you and know just how stunningly beautiful your height is. I promise to keep reminding you of that until you genuinely feel it too.

Heels or no heels, Stand Tall Darling!

-Conrad ❤️”

Tears were silently streaming down her face as she plopped into the bed, barely reaching the edge in time.

She wiped her eyes and then dried her hands on her lap before moving the card over to her nightstand.

As she turned back to the box, she slowly and tenderly unwrapped the bow from around the box, watching as it slipped off the corners and onto her bed.

Y/n opened the lid of the box excruciatingly slowly as if it would suddenly bite her.

Inside the box was the exact pair of black Gucci heels she and y/f/n had found in town a few weeks ago when y/f/n was getting ready for an event.

Y/N’s fingertips traced the velvet as tears fell down her cheeks despite the smile on her face.

“Connie” she whispered lovingly into the air even though she was by herself.

She delicately placed the shoes back in the wrapping paper in the box before getting her phone resume texting Conrad.

TEXTS

Conrad came back later that night after spending time with brother and Steven as he promised.

He knocked on her door and excitedly waited for her to answer it.

They had a fancy/formal date night planned at a new restaurant in Cousins.

Y/n took a deep breath and adjusted her dress once more before opening the door.

Her lips parted, tongue no longer resting at the bottom of her mouth as she took in the sight of him dressed up in a suit instead of his casual beach clothes.

“You look so good Con” she complimented as she grinned at him.

He just stared silently at her as his breath became caught in his throat.

“Con? Umm,” she panicked, rubbing her hands on the edge of her dress that was resting on her thigh.

She was now worrying her height made the dress too short, “is it too short on me? 'cause-"

Conrad soon found his head rapidly snapping side to side as his attention came back around.

He was still in a bit of a daze as he responded breathlessly, “no, no that’s not it, it’s not too short, …you just- wow”.

A surge of confidence rushed through y/n and made her giggle as she played with her hair, “yeah?”

Conrad dazedly nodded, still struggling to voice his compliment, “I- wow…- I umm- …you-".

Seeing him flustered over not being able to compose a simple sentence, y/n stepped closer with newly found confidence now.

As a result, she only slightly noticed the fact she had to dip her head slightly to kiss him now that she was in heels.

Conrad took a moment to react, but slowly wrapped her in his arms as he kissed her back.

When they pulled apart, he blushed and rubbed his neck.

“Okay, let me try that again” he chuckled briefly and took a deep breath, “y/n, you look radiant”.

Y/n bit her lip, placing her hand in his hair, “good, I’m at your level then honey”

Conrad glanced up slightly to look at her and teasingly shook his head.

He smirked as he argued, “you’re a level higher”.

Y/n laughed at his shamelessly bad joke, “damn, you’re cute! Now, let’s go, I’m starving”.

“Why are you staring?” Conrad smiled shyly, setting his menu down so he could see his girlfriend.

“Oh, uh, hey” she giggled nervously, making him smile more, “I just wanted to remind you that I love you."

At her confession, Conrad’s smile grew even more as he sweetly hummed.

He reached across the table for her hand, “I know you do, and I love you too”.

She nodded, squeezing his hand, “thank you for everything Connie”.

He responded by lifting her hand to his lips as she shook his head, brushing off what he felt was her unnecessary gratitude.

“Wait! Stay still, you look so ethereal like this." Conrad blurted from his lowered car window as he neared her.

Y/n had been waiting outside as Conrad pulled the car up for her.

She fought to keep her eyes from watering at how wonderful he was.

She agreed to let him take a photo as he declared the moonlight was hitting off of her just right.

He smiled and showed her the photo, “You know what I see here?”

“A beautiful girl?” She asked, expecting that to be his answer.

He kissed her cheek, “well, that’s self-explanatory since you’re in it, but, yes”.

She slapped his arm playfully and smiled.

Conrad slid his arm around her with a smug grin, “I see my precious, beautiful, tall, smart, and all-around wonderful girlfriend”.

She beamed over at him, “I seriously think this’ll be a much easier insecurity to overcome than I ever would’ve expected thanks to you Con”.

Conrad’s smug changed to a prideful smile as he stroked her cheek.

Y/n pulled him to her as they stood beside his car, silently rocking in each other's arms for a while.

As they moved to get into the car, she stopped and held his face in her hand, "seriously, thank you Con”.

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THIS IS A JEREMIAH FISHER STAN ACCOUNT! SHOW AND BOOKS IDC IDC . His family/the Conklin family do not care about him at all! He deserves to find a real family that appreciates him. Love triangle aside, no one ever really cares about how he feels. They see him as this laid back “sunshine” person but don’t care to really look beyond that. I will never understand why with Conrad everyone seems to understand his depth and emotions but that all goes out the window with Jeremiah? I’m not saying he’s perfect, he has his faults. At his core though he just wants his loved ones to be happy! Jenny Han he deserves his happy ending with a love story of his own. I want to see him happy and in love with a family that loves him back. Omg wait… that’s actually a fantastic fanfic idea. If Jenny won’t do it maybe I will. I’m not even that good of a writer but I’ll try. What do y’all think? I just love him so much y’all, he deserves better

[liyahrantssometimes]

Disclaimer: I love Jeremiah so pls don't hate on me for this post I just think that if Jelly stans can claim Conrad is so toxic ( and more toxic than Jeremiah) and the better choice they should be able to handle the truth about just how Jere is, was, and can continue to be.

You know it's so crazy to me that no one talks about how canonically Jeremiah stole Belly’s first kiss even though she literally told everyone just seconds prior not to kiss her because she didn’t give them permission. (“Hey, I’m a person you can’t just kiss me without my permission” and “Permission not granted to either of you”) in Book one (Chapter 28-pages 175-179) when Belly was 14 (which means Jeremiah being 14-15ish knew what he was doing, i don’t want to hear any excuses for him). Taylor was visiting and everyone was playing truth or dare and she dared Jeremiah to “Kiss somebody in this room right now” thinking he’d kiss her (her being Taylor). He responded “Easy” leaning towards Belly and kissed her. This here is Belly’s exact inner dialogue; “Before I could answer he kissed me right on the lips…I tried to push him off ,but he kept on kissing me, for a few more seconds. I pushed him off again, and he leaned back into the couch, as casual as can be…I couldn’t believe Jeremiah had stolen my first kiss like that. I had been waiting, wanting it to be special……….He had only done it to make Taylor jealous not because he liked me……My lips were no longer my own. They had been touched.”  Do with this information what you will but it's 100% cannon that Jeremiah is a douchebag and basically doesn't care about consent. There were two other people in that room he could've kissed just to get his dare over with(Taylor and Steven) but instead he kissed Belly without her consent and proceeded to kiss her while she pushed him away.

[sunkissedcheecks]

⊹﹒𓇼﹒the summer i turned pretty 𓂅

[frogsare-friends]

i firmly believe i could fix any flaw of jeremiah fisher's with a good hug and an even better therapist recommendation

[authoreetea]

summer love 🧸🖼️

pairing: steven conklin x reader

summary : steven isn't that great at cooking, but he decided to try, for you.

warnings: i havent written in FOREVER so please bare the rusty writing. lowercase writing! bye this sorta sucked but i just wanted to post

it was eight in the morning at the shared summer house in cousins, and you woke up to the sound of waves and the glow of the sun through your windows.

walking down the stairs, still in your pajamas and slightly bed headed hair, the sight of steven plating some severally colored pancakes in the kitchen.

susannah, laurel, your mom, and jere were sitting in the dining table whereas belly and conrad were talking in the living room.

"good morning y/n!" susannah was the first to greet, with that warm smile you've grown to love among the years.

this gained steven's attention which brought a smile to his face. "hi pretty" he said, walking over to you to kiss your cheek.

you smiled, "you never cook, why'd you make pancakes?"

he grinned, "cause i wanted to surprise you. you're always cooking these awesome meals for me, and i wanted to try doing the same for you" he said, emphasis on the word try

you smiled at him, "awe, thank you stevie." anything you say or do brings a blush to his cheeks.

you sat down where the pancakes were set and took a bite of it. though, the texture was a little dry and it was slightly overcooked. you looked up at steven and grinned.

"this is amazing, thank you." you said, and he kissed your cheek.

"I haven't actually tasted it." he said, and took your fork to grab a bite.

he made a face, and looked at you before saying

"you lied! these are dryer than the desert." he exclaimed, and everyone around the table laughed.

[ember-not-amber]

Yes Jenny butchered Jeremiah in the third book so Conrad could get with Belly otherwise he would have no chance though Jenny Han did say in the second book she was going to change her mind no idea why she didn't Conrad was a terrible choice even in the books to me he was worse anyway I 'm team jeremiah in the books and show. Oh Conrad is actually 18 I forget the ages but I think Conrad is 18 and Belly is 16 probably just turned 16 during the summer I believe It's been a while since I read

Oooo yikesss😬

[summer-at-cousins]

[stilldancewithyou]

I think one of the best and most underrated parallels in tsitp is how in the first chapter Belly imagines what the boys are like in the wintertime and she says Conrad would probably never give a girl his jacket if she got cold because it's not his style and then in the 2nd book when she goes to Cousins with him in December (the first time she's ever seen him in winter!) the first thing he does is give her his sweater 🥰 it makes "that's because you're coldhearted" "for everyone else, maybe. but not for you" hit that much harder

[bunbunbl0gs]

the summer i turned pretty

Belly

Belly and Taylor

Jer and belly

Belly

Belly 🌟💐🌙🌸🌼

Belly and Conrad

tsitp

Belly and Conrad ❤️

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