── ⋆˙⟡ conrad who teaches you where to place your feet first, letting you stand on his board while still on the sand. he's incredibly patient with you and banters. a lot. but he's always light-hearted about it, never actually meaning to hurt you with his words:
"it's like you've never seen somebody surf before. come on, put your foot here. you're way too far forward! you're gonna topple over if you stand there."
lots of shoulder nudges and play fights.
── ⋆˙⟡ conrad who's obsessed with your "surfwear." whether it be a bikini, a top and some trunks, or just trunks (whatever floats your boat!!), he loves it. conrad isn't someone that will sexualize you, of course not, but he's human. and you're attractive. so he can't stop staring at you. between laughs. between comments. when it goes silent, he's thinking about you and your body and how perfect you are. (pick your jaw off the floor, connie baby!)
── ⋆˙⟡ conrad who, when you finally get out into the water, is so proud! you're not the best surfer, of course, because you're new!! and you fail ... a lot. but he finds it very endearing, and he's honestly proud that you're trying at all. when you catch your first wave, he's cheering you on the whole time, and then when you inevitably wipeout, he's there to make sure you're okay and move the wet hair out of your face.
── ⋆˙⟡ conrad who sunbathes with you! when you lay towels out, conrad lets you sprawl first before plopping down and wrapping his arms around his knees. he doesn't like to nap. instead, he rather be a "lookout." and by lookout, i mean watching you nap. he's protective, but he also just finds you very cute when you're sleeping. very peaceful. he wouldn't want anyone else to ruin that so he "stands guard." dramatic ass, he is.
── ⋆˙⟡ conrad who splashes you. he's the one that starts the water fight. he enjoys seeing you get all riled up/competitive and likes to mess around with you. he'll definitely splash you when you're first getting into the water and it's "coldcoldcold!" then, when he does, you curse him out, to which he'll just chuckle, waiting for your retaliation.
── ⋆˙⟡ conrad who makes sandcastles with you !! ohoho, or against you. hear me out. conrad who either makes this one super impressive sandcastle with your help, and you guys have a moat, a hollowed out doorway, windows, etc, OR conrad who suggests a sandcastle-making competition. but he'll purposefully let you win, duh, creating a weak foundation, "accidentally" knocking his over, the list goes on.
── ⋆˙⟡ conrad who wraps his towel around you and carries the board(s) back to the beach house. your towel had gotten all sandy, and he wasn't about to let you freeze (you wouldn't, it's summer).
── ⋆˙⟡ conrad who's nervous to share the outside shower with you. you're clothed and all, and so is he, but there's something so personal about it to him. the closeness. your wet hair, his. the hot water streaming down onto both of you. it makes him feel crazy. his heart thumps erratically and his mouth goes dry, and it's the quietest he's been all day. what he doesn't know is that you feel the same way, staring at his lips longingly.
── ⋆˙⟡ conrad who makes you a smoothie after you get changed and warmed up !! whether it be banana, strawberry, a mix, you name it, he's making it !! he'll serve it to you at the kitchen island, watching as you drink it with a smile on your face. he'll return the smile. always happy to be "of service." he'd also get you a snack if you got hungry.
speaking of snacks and smoothies:
── ⋆˙⟡ conrad who'd take you out for ice cream. he'd walk along the beach front with you to this shack that sells snow cones and ice cream. and he'd pay for both his and yours—you know he would—not caring about the price because come on, this boy is loaded. he'd let you have some of his cone and you'd make him try some of yours. he'd tease you for getting flavors that "don't mix well together" or something else stupid. and while you walk back, you swear you can feel him staring with those soft, gorgeous eyes (for like the hundredth time today).
Brayden Elliot - "I thought it was really sweet and I kinda obsessed over it"
Thank you sweetie <3
no warnings, just perfect bf!brayden, like super sweet brayden being sooo smitten and wanting to spoil his girl with all of his time and devotion, getting you flowers fluffy kinda boyfriend
The sheets rustle when Brayden reaches over to silence the alarm on his phone. He puts it back on the nightstand for a second, rubbing his tired eyes and finding you next to him, curled up under the duvet. "You have to go," you hum, your palm gliding up his chest. "Mhm," he agrees, making no attempt to get out of bed. He props himself up on his elbow, looking at you in the dimlighted bedroom. "See you soon, princess," Brayden says, kissing your forehead before moving the sheets aside to get out of bed. He quietly leaves your bedroom and gets dressed for practice on the ice. He curses at himself under his breath as he realizes he forgot to prepare breakfast last night.
Brayden opens your fridge, finding his oats and protein shake neatly packed, a sticky note on it with a heart drawn on it. He smiles and takes it out and into his backpack, feeling giddy like a teenager in love. He makes his way over to the rink, meeting Freddie in the hallway. "You're awfully cheery for it being six thirty in the morning," Freddie comments, sipping on his water. "She made me breakfast," Brayden shrugs with a grin. "Dude, that's princess treatment," Freddie teases, making the blonde roll his eyes with a soft laugh. "Are you still joining coffee at ten with us?" he asks, meaning Freddie himself and some other guys from the Russo house.
Brayden gnaws at his lower lip and shakes his head. "Sorry to call it off, I'll join you next time, okay?" he fistbumps Freddie before moving past him to get his skates on. Freddie and Adriana were already off the ice, so Riley and Brayden could get started right away. The ice time was connected to his post-skating work-out, in which he did some strength training. It was nearly ten when he finished his training schedule with a run. He picked flowers at the market and went by the bakery to get fresh croissants before rerouting his run to your house. He had zero regrets of cancelling coffee with his friends when he knocked on your door. He was a little out of breath from his run and his cheeks coloured pink from the cold wind.
"Hi, baby," Brayden flashes his beautiful smile at you, melting at the sight of you in one of his Team Russo sweaters. "Hi," you smile back at him, letting him in. "What's this? Didn't you want to join Freddie for coffee?" you ask, taking the flowers from him. "You made me breakfast," he blurts out. "I liked that," he adds, kicking his shoes off and moving a hand through his hair. "I thought it was a really sweet. And I kinda obsessed over it," he grins then. "You're so sweet," you tell him, standing on your tippy toes to kiss him. "I got croissants for second breakfast," Brayden holds them up. "You ran all the way here, did you work out after skating?" you ask while putting the flowers in water.
"Yeah, finished it with a run and passed the market, so didn't want to come back to you emtpy handed," Brayden says, joining you in the kitchen and closing the distance between the two of you with three strides. "Did you sleep well?" his fingers brush over your face while the other hand leans on the counter behind you. "Mhm, you were so quiet when you left," you reply, your hands finding his chest before sliding them to his shoulders. "I was sure I was going to starve during skating, but when I opened the fridge... You made my day," he smiles, his hand brushing your hair over your shoulder next. "I knew you forgot it when you passed out after I came back from a shower," you giggle, and he chuckles softly.
"Sorry, these weeks are tiring," he says. "Don't worry," you assure him. "I'm going to shower and then I'll make you breakfast. So, don't touch the croissants yet," Brayden tells you playfully, his hands finding your waist to pull you into a deep kiss before he leaves to your bathroom. You make some coffee meanwhile, taking some pictures of the beautiful flowers he brought you, and preparing the table for breakfast. He returns soon, wearing a black tank top and a pair of sweats. He asks you about the rest of your day while he cooks eggs at the stove, reheating the croissants slightly too before serving them. "I can take you to your book club tonight," he proposes. "I was thinking we could have some takeaway after and watch movies?"
He leans his head in his hand while looking at you from the opposite side of the table. "I don't have practice early tomorrow," he adds. "We can sleep in." You smile at him. "Only if you want to and if you don't get in trouble for being at my apartment like... always," you laugh, knowing he had some comments from Team Russo about him rarely spending time with the other skaters in the house. Brayden shrugs. "I want to spend time with you," he says. "My schedule is already so time consuming." Brayden collects the plates to bring them to the dishwasher, reaching around you to kiss your cheek. "I love you," he adds, making you melt rightaway. "Love you too," you reply with another smile.
"Is he your boyfriend?" one of the girls from your bookclub asks as Brayden drops you off. "He is," you nod. "He's still there," she giggles, making you look over your shoulder to see him leaned against his car. You give him another wave and he flashes a grin at you before pushing off and getting behind the wheel again. "He's so dreamy. Maybe the male character in this week's book reminds you of him," the girl teases. "He's dreamy... And taken, by me," you warn with a playful undertone, making her laugh and hook her arm in yours. You love the bookclub and speaking through the romantasy book you've read together, but you find yourself longing for the hour to be over.
Brayden makes such a big effort to be present while having his skating career next to it, and it makes your heart grow three sizes in your chest as you think of the moment he showed up at your door with flowers and croissants, cancelling plans with friends to be with you. He picks you up exactly on time, waiting at the entrance of the bar. Girls gawk over him as usual, but he only has eyes for you. "Hi, princess," he says, pressing a kiss to your lips. "Did you have fun?" he asks, taking you outside and opening the door of the car for you. "It was nice," you say. "We're reading a 600 page book for next time," you add. "You may have to pry it out of my cold, dead hands in the middle of the night."
Brayden laughs as he starts the car, the smell of food filling the vehicle soon enough as he already picked it up. He drives your back to your apartment, where you have dinner together in front of the tv in the living room, blanket draped over your lap while his hand is resting on your thigh and you're curled up into his side. "Thanks for today and for being you," you look up at him. "Thank you for being my pretty, gorgeous, smart, awesome girlfriend," Brayden grins, leaning down to kiss you. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, leaning his head atop of yours. It doesn't take long before he starts to feel sleepy, and you don't dare move, resulting in both of you falling asleep on the sofa.
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