Find Me When You Know.

find me when you know.

pairings. conrad fisher x fem!reader

about. conrad is confusing, you hope to never see him again... but to also kiss him.

warnings. foul language, underage drinking

ricky rocks. i love writing melo asshole!conrad. i also could have gone a lot worse with this, but i don't think that's how conrad genuinely is... but who knows, maybe i'll change my mind.

the first time you had ever met conrad, you had nearly fallen straight through a wall at a party thrown to celebrate the end of the school year.

you weren’t drunk. you had barely even been there for more than ten minutes as you were walking through the home of the mutual who invited you, looking for friends, when you tripped over a pair of shoes, landing you no longer on stable feet, but stumbling toward the wall behind you.

if it weren’t for conrad, you probably would have gone straight through the brand new dry wall of the fresh new home built on cousins beach—a whole other reason the party was being thrown; to sport the large new house off to all of you.

“careful, sweetheart, that walls worth more than your whole life.”

exactly.

his hand was wrapped around your wrist and he smiled at you with something that was goofy and almost cocky as he pulled you back to your feet. you remember being half shocked as you looked at him, almost not believing that just happened—and he just stared back, analyzing you.

“well thanks. you are my knight and shining armor,” this made him smirk, finally letting go of your wrist at your implication and a returning look that was equally amused. “don’t know what i would have done without you.”

that was it. his bright eyes pierced yours and his soft upside down smile sent you off with a nod as if it was a mutual understanding that there was quite literally nothing else to say.

you had forgotten about this. this encounter must have been shoved all the way in the back of your head where the rest of your memories from house parties were—meant to be forgotten just so you wouldn’t feel the regret from any chance of an embarrassing moment being there.

you had forgotten this… until you once again found conrad right in front of your face, but not to save you.

“hi.”

“hey,” his head tipped to the side, surprised to see you as he sipped his beer. his face was soft looking beneath the light of the bonfire that was the center of the current party.

“i’m y/n.”

“i know,” he smiles, looking at you like you’re silly for saying. his cheeks are red from the slight exhilaration from drinking, but he was calm and still held himself high, like it was another saturday talking to you. “we’ve met before.”

“yes,” you nod, but not understanding how he got your name from just you falling. “i remember.“

“i don’t think you do,” conrad quirks a brow, the bottle of beer he held teasing his lips as he was still in between sips. he was looking you up and down slowly, determining whether or not you had anything to drink and what state you were in exactly. “you remember my name?”

you scoff, “you’re a fisher boy.”

“can you tell me which one?” his brow raised further, dropping the bottle from his face so you can fully see his challenging look.

“there’s more than one?” you joke, smiling, but he can’t tell if it is. he’s still trying to figure your current state out, and you almost seem a bit tipsy. “conrad.”

“right,” he nods slowly, turning on his feet now. “gold star.”

strange. he was very strange, but in a way that made you want more. conrad was no one to you, it was proved right there—first name basis. you had no reason to follow him, or continue to talk to him, but something was pulling you to do so.

“why do you sound so disappointed?” you fell in close behind him.

“i never see you at parties that much, why’s that?” he ignores your question, raising his own as he grabs another bottle, pulling the cap off with his teeth before turning to face you once more.

“uh,” you’re almost taken aback, almost finding it a strange question. “not a big partier?”

he nods. you could tell he didn’t really care for the answer, “you’re a junior next year?”

“yeah.”

“oh,” he scratches the back of his neck and you can’t tell if the expression that has came over his face is a good or bad one. you guess it’s bad by the way his eyes don’t meet yours, but rather anything else.

you can tell the gears in his head are turning, but you’re confused, squinting at him like you didn’t get him and there was a sudden frustration taking over your chest.

“i’ll see you later, y/n,” he waves at you, waves you away as he turns on his heal to get away from you. “try not to trip on anything.”

you laugh dryly, looking at the sand in almost helplessness until he finally dispersed. what a fucking dickhead.

you didn’t see conrad much after that but when you did, you never approached him. the previous atmosphere created between the two of you in such short time was turned sour after you last saw him and you felt no need to turn it any worse. it was odd, and you weren't sure how it even happened, or even if it was just in your head, but you were upset at the possibility that he didn't like just because of you being a junior.

it was a stupid reason, but why did you care? you didn't even know each other that well in the first place.

it was probably best you didn't. you heard things about him. things you didn't particularly care for because you hadn't ever known him before the end of the school year party.

a lot of people didn't like him because he just didn't care what people thought of him. he didn't care for people's feelings, didn't care where they stood, didn't care how much money was in their pocket, didn't care if they were in a relationship, or just who they were.

he was in his own world and the only time people would see him in theirs, it would be to fuck around, drink, smoke, and fuck.

maybe it was a blessing he didn't want anything to do with you.

"y/n knows conrad, right y/n?"

you raised your head to meet your friends eyes as she was motioning to you. you frowned, focusing on her red face and blood shot eyes, then to who she was talking to; jeremiah fisher. you frowned even harder, slightly shaking your head.

oh dear god.

the boy with bright blue eyes smiled to you with his perfect white teeth, a look of clarity arising, like he recognized you, or you looked even more familiar just because you knew his brother. you shied away to his exuberant aura. he barely moved, but just the look on his face—you knew you were in for it.

jeremiah was in your grade and he had to of been one of the nicest people you had met. he got around, which made sense because you can't get around as much as he did without being as friendly as he was. you unfortunately didn't have the pleasure of being on that list.

"that's great," his arm extended out your way, "i actually think he's mentioned you before, which is not like connie at all."

connie.

"really?" your brows quirked, not believing this at all. "conrad didn't exactly give me the impression that i was that memorable."

"strange," jeremiah agrees, leaning against the wall, "never know what goes through his head. when's the last time you talked with him?"

"last month."

"you're kidding," he looked like he didn't believe you, both of his brows raising as well as his body from the wall and back to its full posture. "he just mentioned you the other day."

you frowned, your head tipping at this new piece of information. this was real fucking strange.

"asked me about you, i swear. and he never talks to me about girls."

you glanced to your friend who looked just as shocked as you did before giving you a knowing look, like she had an idea, "well, jere, i think you should approach conrad about this issue."

oh, jesus.

"that's a fucking fantastic idea," no it wasn't, he knew it, you knew it, your friend knew it. this just could make a boring-usual night a lot more fun... for certain people, "lets go y/n," he yanked on your arm, brining you to your feet.

"jeremiah, i uh, don't think this is a good idea."

"why not?" he wasn't listening to you or your protests. not when this could be good.

"i just think that conrad... he's not someone who would appreciate me cock blocking him at this party or like ever, so maybe lets leave this for another time, you know? one where i'm like a lot more wasted than i am right now."

"oh you'll want to sober up for this, y/n," and there you were, standing right before conrad who noticed the two of you right away. "con, you remember y/n."

fuck, fuck, fuck.

"how could i forget," he mumbles, glancing between the two of you, not looking even remotely surprised. "i'll talk to you guys later," he doesn't even look to the two other guys he was previously talking to, only you.

they walk away and he seems to sigh, raising a brow, "y/n."

"conrad."

"oh this is great," jeremiah looks between the two of you, "but i think, conrad, you should tell y/n what we were talking about this morning, alone."

"yeah, whatever."

he walks away, winking at you and you felt already absolutely miserable.

"your brother's charming."

"yeah, i'm sure," he coughs awkwardly, holding his bottle of beer tightly.

"i hear you talk about me," you rock on your feet. this was risky, but you still look up at him with sudden amusement because what's the worse that could happen now?

he swallows harshly, his eyes going to the ceiling, mentally cursing himself as well his brother for putting him into a position like this. he was unsure about you originally because he knew nothing about you and he almost didn't want to know anything about you. knowing things about people, knowing what they were like and how they perceived things always made things like relationships and hookups more difficult.

you were pretty and a new face. the idea of something new would be good for him. good and easy. but with the fact that word got around fast, no matter how secret and you being a junior, being in the same year as jeremiah would make things far more complicated than they needed to be and cause things to be far from easy.

it all automatically ruled you untouchable.

but he screwed that up himself, didn't he?

"i asked about you, yes."

"why?"

"why do you think?" his head tipped to the side when he finally looked back down at you and you couldn't tell if he was taunting you or not.

"i'm bad at these kinds of things, conrad, why did you ask about me?"

fuck.

"was wondering if you were worth my time. it's easier to learn about people through other people than to do it yourself," conrad bit down on his cheek immediately, he knew the moment it came out of his mouth it was fucked. he looked down at you, expecting you to backhand him, to be mad at his response, but what he saw from your face was confusion.

you didn't know what to say to that. your face was scrunched as you thought, your mouth opening to speak, but you said nothing, therefore closing it once more. it had to of been one of the most douchebag things you had ever heard, but you were still very confused and the only reason you didn't walk away was because it was conrad.

you were still very intrigued and this moment was only pushing this interest further.

"is this you trying to tell me that i'm not worth your time..?"

he frowns, thinking, "no."

but it was him trying to figure out whether or not you were worth it.

"i don't know what to say," you mumble, "to be honest, what you just said was fucking weird and rude, but i'm too buzzed to care."

his lips almost twitch into a smile as he watched you.

"conrad, i want to kiss you, but i also want to not see you for a long time."

he actually laughs at this, shaking his head before lightly grabbing onto your bicep, "think about it, y/n," he leans toward you, pressing his lips to the side of your cheek. "think about how you feel about me, then come find me."

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Hii! I have a request🌼 İt is reader x louis partridge where they are both famous and they have a loooooooongggg interview about their relationship pleasee, and full off fluff if possible

Thank you🖤

Have a great night/morning🥂🌃

couple's questions.

pairings. louis partridge x fem!reader

about. above

warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. the links within the text are reference photos i guess. not very long because idk sorry lol x

who asked who out first?

“me, i did,” louis mumbled right away, rubbing his jaw as you stared up at him with narrowed brows.

“yeah, after millie made you.”

“no,” his own brows narrowed as he looked down to you.

“yes,” you nodded your head, your mouth slightly opened as he stared at you with confused eyes, “lou, she bought your birthday present for me too.”

“you know about that?”

favorite memory together?

“i have.. none,” louis swiped his nose slightly, bluntly speaking.

"i have to agree."

he's struck offended.

wallpapers?

“lou’s mine,” you held up your phone after unlocking it before showing a facetime photo from when he had fallen asleep on his couch. “he’s also my- well we’re both on my lock screen,” you hit the power button before hitting it again causing the screen to light up and show the two of hugging each other after a day at the beach. “millie also took that,” you smiled before tucking your phone back in your pocket.

“she’s only my lock screen,” he held up his phone, showing a selfie of him having an arm wrapped around your shoulders from behind in new york. “my home screen is just me and my sisters.”

you smiled at the thought of the photo as he stuck his phone in his pocket then looking over to you, smiling.

favorite gift one has received/given?

your eyes brightened at the question before looking to louis who was already looking at you, a light laugh flying past his lips. his arm extended behind the two of you, his hand lightly grasping the back of your neck, giving it a light squeeze before wrapping around your waist.

“well, i’d say the silver chain that has louis’ name on it, but millie was the one who actually gave it to me, so..” you shrugged your shoulders causing him to lightly roll his eyes before fiddling with the thick gold bracelet on your left wrist that he had a matching pair of on his own wrist, something he bought himself for the both of you.

“she bought me my ‘heaven can wait’ sweater” he said bluntly, “i wear it a lot, but it seems she wears it more than i do.”

you laugh lightly, running your eyes along his jaw.

"you know, before we started dating my closet was filled with clothes, but ever since we've gotten together i only have the option of wearing the same thing every day," his tone is slightly annoyed but has playful banter hidden underneath as he lightly pinches you.

you smile hard, thinking about how much your closet has expanded and how it shouldn't even have to matter whether or not he has clothes at home due to how much louis is at your house in the first place.

over the summer, you both had talked about moving in with each other a lot of the time sense it seemed you both already did at your parents homes. you were almost never apart.

who gets annoyed the most?

“louis.”

“what,” he frowns hard looking to you, “that is such bs, there is no way it’s me.”

“you’re getting annoyed right now,” you grin, extending your pointer finger to him, making his brows furrow more. he stared at you a minute more before slapping your finger down.

"yeah, sure; me."

night in or night out?

you both look to each other and you frown slightly in thought. you can tell louis already has his answer by the way he smiles like a sick dog, his hand slapping onto your thigh, "night in."

he's asked 'why' by the interviewer--further extending the grin on his face, "because you can't make out in public."

you scoff, your face beginning to feel hot, "i'd agree, but not... for his reasons."

not totally anyways.

"oh, cmon love," he slightly elbows you in the ribs, "be honest."

"louis, quit being a perv," you shake your head in slight annoyance.

although the two of you do make out, a lot, nights in don't pertain to that idea, totally. you always find time to schedule movie nights, card nights, or even just plainly eat dinner with each others family.

as much as you loved going out, it got harder the more publicity you both faced from recent movies and shows you both did. you couldn't go a minute without a camera being shoved into your face.

what is one thing you both can't live without?

"lou absolutely can not live without his phone."

"neither can you, sweetheart," his voice is sour as he looks down to you, practically scowling at your insinuation.

"yes i can," you narrowed your brows, "you're such a phone face, lou, you don't even know it."

"since when?"

"since i've met you," you dumbfounded, "anytime i try and communicate to you, it takes about five minutes for you to finally get off your phone and look at me."

he winces a bit, knowing it's true, but he still shakes his head with the kiss of his teeth, "afraid not, love."

"fine, we'll put it down for something we both can't live without."

"no," he shakes his head, "i'm changing mine to you."

your face goes soft, and you look up to him, almost caught off guard, "louis, that's actually so sweet."

"what can i say, i'm a sweet man."

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