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[davinaclaires]

That's when I had this sudden thought. A part of me will always love you. Belly and Conrad + Christmas | The Summer I Turned Pretty — 3.02

[teammarkhelly]

3.05 belly and conrad; the summer i turned pretty

[winteroroctober]

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#100% His Look

[louisandthedagger]

anyways!

[gotskamstuff]

As a society I think we should stop saying “Conrad is in love with his brother’s fiancee” and start saying “Jeremiah is engaged to his brother’s ex girlfriend”

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk!

[starkeyarchive]

THE SUMMER HE PROPOSED

conrad x reader

WARNINGS: none

just Conrad proposing to you WAYY better than Jeremiah ever could trust me and I didn’t really look over this story so there might be some mistakes

It started like any other late summer afternoon at Cousins — or at least, that’s what you thought.

The sky was that perfect, hazy blue that only exists at golden hour, streaked with soft clouds and the warmth of July. You hadn’t been to Cousins in weeks — not since school got so busy.

But Conrad had called you the night before, asking, “Come to Cousins with me tomorrow. Just for the day.”

You didn’t question it. When it came to Conrad, you never really could.

Now you were driving with the windows down, his hand resting on your thigh, the scent of salt and sunscreen already filling your lungs. Music played low on the radio, but he wasn’t singing along like he normally would. He was quiet. Not distant, just… quiet. Like he was trying to keep something inside.

You parked in the same driveway you always had, the house just as you remembered — white trim, sea-worn wood, and tons of summers past hanging in the air. But Conrad didn’t let you go inside.

“Come with me,” he said, his fingers lacing with yours.

You looked at him curiously. “Is this the part where you tell me you found a hermit crab and named it after me again?”

He smiled — that crooked, nervous Conrad Fisher smile — and shook his head. “No. Something better.”

You passed the firepit. The volleyball net. The log where you and he sat for hours talking about constellations and fears and forever. And then… you saw it.

The old dock.

Except now it looked like a dream.

String lights were hung around the posts. A blanket was spread out at the end, weighted down by candles in glass jars and hydrangeas that looked like they’d been picked with care.

You stopped walking.

“Wait,” you breathed. “What is this?”

He turned to face you, eyes soft and nervous and so full of love it almost hurt.

Before you could say anything else, he let go of your hand, dropped to one knee — and for a moment, the world just stopped.

Your breath caught.

Conrad Fisher — your Conrad — was looking up at you like you were the only thing he saw, kneeling in front of you with a velvet box in his hand.

“I’ve been trying to figure out what to say for weeks,” he began, voice low and trembling. “I’ve rewritten this in my head a thousand times — when you’re asleep next to me, in the car when a song reminds me of you, during random moments when I look over at you and realize all over again that I’m in love with you.”

You were already crying.

“I don’t think I ever believed in soulmates — not really. Not until you. You changed everything for me. You were never just the girl I liked. You were the girl who stayed. When I pushed you away, when I pulled you in, when I shut you down — you were still there. You’ve seen me at my worst. And you never gave up on me. You reminded me that I was worth loving, even when I didn’t believe it.”

“I’m not perfect. I overthink everything. But you — you make me want to be better. You make everything feel possible. You make love feel like coming home.”

“I want every version of life with you,” he said, his voice thick now. “The messy parts. The mornings when nothing goes right. The nights when we’re just laughing on the couch, half-asleep with takeout. I want to fight with you and make up with you. I want to grow old with you, even if we still argue about who’s better at Mario Kart.”

You laughed through the tears, shaking your head.

He smiled.

“I asked your parents last week,” he added softly. “Your mom cried. Your dad tried to act tough, but he hugged me before I even finished asking.”

Your hand flew to your mouth.

“And now I’m asking you,” he said, finally opening the box.

The ring was a gold-and-silver stone. Beautiful. Classic. Him.

“So I’m not just asking if you’ll marry me,” he said. “I’m asking if you’ll choose me. Over and over. The way I’ve always chosen you. My forever?”

You didn’t speak.

You dropped to your knees right there in front of him, face wet with joy, hands trembling.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Yes. Yes. Always.”

He let out the softest breath — part laugh, part relief, part sob — and slid the ring onto your finger.

And when he pulled you into his arms, both of you kneeling on that dock lit up with soft lights and candle flame, the waves crashing behind you like applause, you knew:

This wasn’t just the end of a love story.

It was the beginning of forever.

taglist: @lindsaynathi0n, @wearemadeofstardust0, @v4mqvs, @aariahnaa, @congratsloserr

[fangirlmermaid]

Midnight snack

Summary: Conrad finds you in the kitchen at midnight to satisfy your latest craving.

pairing: Conrad Fisher x Pregnant!reader

Warning: Pregnant reader, Conrad being a cutie, pregnancy cravings, showing off your baby bump, lightly proofread, spelling and grammar mistakes.

A/N: My WIFI was acting up so I had to write this on my phone. But now my Wifi is sorta working and I got to fix the mistakes. This also occurs during Season 3, before the memorial. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Conrad woke up from feeling the empty side of your bed. His blurry eyes looked around the room, hoping that you were just standing in front of the crib, which wouldn’t be the first time.

His friend Agnes introduced you to him; she thought the two of you would make a cute couple, plus it would get him to move on from his brother's girlfriend. You and Agnes met at the coffee shop, and she noticed a pin on your backpack was from a show she also enjoyed. So the two of them clicked and became best friends.

Towards the end of the fall semester, Agnes was hosting a Christmas party. She practically dragged the two of you to come. She pushed you into a conversation and would tackle anyone who tried to get one of your attention. You guys have been talking and taking it slow, and now you’ve been dating for two years.

Well, except for your first anniversary in January, when you told Conrad you were pregnant. You were so scared to tell him, not knowing how he’d react. He smiled and assured you that it was going to be okay because you’re in this together.

Conrad noticed you weren’t in the room. He was trying to keep his anxious thoughts at bay, but it was hard. What if you fell and you both got hurt? How could he be so careless? He should’ve noticed you weren’t gone and waited up for you.

He bolted out of the bedroom, about to scream your name, but he saw the kitchen light on. Conrad walked into the kitchen, and his heart relaxed at what he saw.

You are sitting at the kitchen island, wearing a short lounge set, which had your showing off your five-month bump proudly. From what Conrad could see, you were eating a bowl of Cookies and Cream ice cream with whipped cream, chocolate drizzle, and… jalapeños? Not the weirdest craving you’ve had, but maybe top three.

“You scared me, love,” Conrad smiled, towering behind you, “I’m sorry, bub. I was going to come back from the bathroom, but she wanted this.” You smiled before taking a big bite of your snack. Conrad chuckled before pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

Conrad moved next to you, his brows furrowed when he saw the abundance of jalapeños you had in your bowl. Now Conrad didn’t want to say anything because he never wants you to be insecure about your pregnancy, but the need to protect you overrides him. “Just be careful with the jalapeños, love. I don’t want you getting heartburn,” Conrad's voice softened, rubbing your back. You gave him your best puppy dog eyes. “More?” You threw in a pout.

The power you had over Conrad was insane. You could ask him to rob a bank, and he would ask which one. Conrad never minded about your power until you used it for evil, like now.

Conrad shook his head, sighing, but his small smile gave him away. “Fine. But only one,” Conrad agreed. You smiled brightly before littering his face with kisses. To this day, Conrad had no idea how he survived life without your kisses.

Conrad opened the jalapeño jar with ease, “You’re going to make me spill the jar.” Conrad smiled, trying to keep his hands steady. You pulled away and looked at him like he had committed a war crime. “Do not drop my jalapeño, Conrad!” You sassed, Conrad, knowing the consequences if he did. Conrad hated when you called him by his real name. It's always his way of knowing when you’re mad at him. Which would make Conrad's chest physically hurt; he never wants to hurt you. He wants to be with you forever, to pick you up when you’re feeling down, and he wants to protect you and his baby girl, Susannah.

You never met Susannah, but from the stories Conrad told you, it feels like you do. You could tell how much Conrad loved his mom, so when you found out you were having a baby girl, it was a no-brainer what her name was going to be. As a way to honor his mom and a thank you for raising such a wonderful guy.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love,” Conrad smiled, pulling out a big and juicy one. Hoping that this was his ticket to earn back his status as your bub. Conrad dug the jalapeño deep into your snack to make sure it was covered in every sweet treat.

You looked up at your baby daddy with heart eyes. “Thanks, Bubba,” you said, smiling before digging back in. Conrad felt his knees buckle. Not only did he get your cute little heart eyes, but he also earned Bubba status; he swears he could almost faint. A love-sick grin appeared on Conrad’s face. “Anything for my girls,” Conrad, rubbing your bump.