Man of Medan

Con man

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Hey there! Sorry for the lack of activity, the past week has been crazy stressful, had a lot of hassle at work. Im chipping away at the first chapter of the waitress fic, I promise! Til then, have an babey and his cute lil smile ❤️

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Kind of random question: How old do you think Conrad and Julia are? I get the feeling that Conrad is the older sibling for some reason, but idk if it’s ever stated in the game.

I think about this a lot, I'm not sure! On Conrad's wiki it mentions something about him being between college, and in the ending where they're all rescued by the military, one of the soldiers says "they're just kids." So my guess is somewhere between 18-25 maybe? I think Conrad is the elder brother too.

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So, I've had this idea for a cute little Conrad x waitress reader series. It'll be a bit fluffy and typical teen romance crap, slow burn, humour, most likely angst and maybe smut. Maybe. Would that be something you'd wanna read?

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Are we going to get another conrad x reader soon? Love your work 🥰

I have a really short fluffy thing in my notes that I'm kind of stagnating on bc my last two things were really short. Should I post it?

I want to write a series when I can think of a solid plot for one. I have some prompts in mind if ya'll wanna hear them and sound off?

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facts abt Conrad ya'll sleep on:

he has shadow stubble

he wears a lot of gaudy floral shirts

some of his lower teeth are crooked

he calls julia "cute" in one dialogue option

just adores his sister tbh

"no matter what moronic thing he was up to, he always meant well. just a big puppy dog. he just wanted to make everybody laugh."

literally a good boy who clowns to make others happy, stop saying he's an annoying snob

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Before I go to bed, bc I just got another ask on the matter: I don't do character x character stuff, im sorry! I've written a lot of fanfics in my time before MoM, and it's just never been something I wanted to do or liked I'm afraid, my expertise is "x readers"😢 Feel free to send me your ConBrad or ConFliss or JuliAlex HC's tho, I'm open to being sounded off to 💕

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I made these with the help of @mr-daddio. Tag urself

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Honestly think he'd be great at sex, knows what he's doing and how to please. But of course adds stupid jokes in as well.

Valid! I agree tbh, this is the dude who uses "we're gonna pop your cherry," unironically.

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Conversation time: Conrad, good at sex or hilariously over-compensating? Lemme hear your thoughts.

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Conrad: Fuck you! I'm gonna kill you!

Me: 🤭😩👉👈💦

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Brad needs more love

Brad is a Grade-A cutiepie and I'd very much like to give him a hug.

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I Really Thought You Were Gonna Jump: Conrad (Man of Medan) x Reader.

Authors Note: I really liked this idea! V angsty! It's a bit short, I hope that's okay ♥️

Warnings: Just swearing.

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"Fuck!"

The exclamation came out strangled as Conrad nearly tripped over himself stumbling backwards. His back made contact with the steel of the wall behind him, his heart racing so inexplicably fast he thought he was going to pass out or throw up. Whichever came first.

The creature sneered at him from a meagre few feet away, limbs twitchy, face grey and looking as if it had been decaying for the best part of a good hundred years.

He had thought it was you. He was sure it was. As Conrad had managed to pry the rusted door open, he knew he had seen you turn to him in the centre of the room. Relief and happiness had swelled so fast in his chest -God was he relieved to see you again- and he had wasted no time striding his way over to show his joy. He had gotten within touching distance when your eyes rolled back into your head, leaving nothing but white visible. Your skin shrivelled and the most horrid shriek pitched from your mouth.

He ran when the humanoid began moving towards him. The rough, rotted metal of the floors scraped against his bare feet, no doubt shedding skin in his haste. Through the blood pumping through his ears, he could've sworn he could hear your voice calling out to him. Telling him to wait. Slow down, but he ignored it. This ship was fucking with him, and whatever that thing was that was giving him chase was not you.

The rain pelted against his skin as he climbed the ladder in a desperate attempt to shake the creature following him, but it was futile. Conrad's mind started to race with thoughts as he was backed up against the very edge of a deadly drop. Should he jump? If he was going to die, would he rather it be on his own terms or at the hands of some fucked up barely-human? Or was it worth the risk of confronting it? Backtracking, and making his way back inside?

His eyes squeezed shut, hands coming up to shield his face as the shrieks and growls coming from the being became lost to the storm around him.

"--rad!"

His blood froze. The sound was almost entirely swallowed by the wind, but he heard it.

"Conrad, fuck, look at me, please!"

The blonde lowered his arms slowly, eyes wide and untrusting as they landed on your face.

Your face. It was you again. Distress was painting your pretty features, hand outstretched desperately towards him. The thing that had been pursuing him was nowhere in sight. It was just you, pleading with him to come away from the ledge he was stood on.

His hand was shaking as he curled it around yours and you hurriedly tugged him to stable ground, throwing your arms around his neck and bringing him into a tight embrace. He was hesitant to hug back. But when he did, you felt his body sink against your own. A shaky exhale left him, head falling to hide against your shoulder.

"I really thought you were gonna jump," you whispered and his grip tightened tenfold.

"So did I," he lamented, pulling away from your hold to look you in the eye.

"We need to get out of here, okay?" You said softly, a hand coming up to brush over his cheek. The bruise that was discolouring his eye had darkened, and there were more injuries decorating his arms now. He looked like he had been through hell.

"God, yes please."

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If you have any fic ideas you want me to write (preferably for Conrad, but idm) let me know! I really wanna write something but I'm drawing blanks

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Night Time Dalliance: Conrad (Man of Medan) x Reader.

Authors Note: Like two people asked so I delivered.

Warnings: Fluff, making out, nothing much of anything really.

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"You're crazy!"

"Crazy? I'll show you crazy, you disrespect me again."

A soft huff of amusement passed your lips as you watched Mike and Hopper interact. When Brad had badgered you into accompanying him and his brother on the diving trip, you knew you'd likely not see an ounce of fun come from the endeavour. Much like your friend, you had absolutely zero diving experience and you knew you were there for no other reason than to help the awkward boy feel less like a third (or more accurately, fifth) wheel.

Less than 8 hours into the proclaimed adventure and there you were: Bored shitless and binging on the episodes of Stranger Things you had decided to download before setting sail for when the inevitable boredom hit. The others were busy drinking and messing around on deck, an activity you weren't so partial to. No one had even noticed when you slipped away to settle down in one of the cabins below. And as your phone flashed with the "low battery" warning, you could almost feel all hope of having a decent time on the Duke flying out the window and into the ocean.

Sighing, you pulled your earphones out and tossed your phone aside, sitting up to lean over the edge of your self-claimed bottom bunk and scrounge through your duffle. As you dug through your three-day supply of clean clothes for your backup book, the low creaking of steps being descended and pattering of feet on the wood announced a presence.

You barely had time sit upright once more when Conrad knocked and poked his head into the room.

"Sup?"

You'd never met Conrad before the trip. You hadn't seen much of his sister either, considering how much you hung around Brad and Alex, but the duo seemed nice enough. Conrad a bit more so than you'd have initially expected if the way his eyes practically bugged at the sight of new females was any indication.

"Uh, hey," you raised an eyebrow, "what are you doing down here? Did the booze dry up?"

"Nope."

"Gave up on Fliss, and you're here for your backup."

"Ouch," he chuckled and shook his head, slouching none too overconfidently against the doorframe before giving a shrug, "noticed you'd slipped away and wanted to see what you're up to."

"Ahh," you nodded and gestured to your phone, "well, I was catching up on a show but my phone is nearly flat and my portable charger will only last so long, so," you gave a huff and looked back at him, "guess I should use it sparingly."

Conrad slid his hands into his pockets before swaggering his way over, looking ever the cocky soul you'd come to peg him as from your short time knowing him and stooped to take a seat beside you. Of course, he had barely made contact with the mattress before the back of his head was smacking against the top bunk. A sputtered laugh came from your lips as he choked out his pain.

"Idiot, be careful," you scolded, humour lilting at your voice as you raised a hand to where the thick wood had made contact and rubbed soothingly. He sighed at your touch, relaxing somewhat as a moment of silence passed between the two of you.

"You don't have to sit down here by yourself, y'know."

"I know. I just wanted to get away from you."

"Now that was just uncalled for," the blonde chided, though the amusement in his voice betrayed his severity as he turned to face you.

"You're just fun to mess with," you cooed in response.

A conversation flowed easily between the two of you after that. Followed by another and then another. At some point, you couldn't pinpoint when, between shared laughter and playful punches and shoves; you ended up slumped against his shoulder, wiping humorous tears from your eyes and fighting for breath. What followed that was something you never expected from what you were certain was to be a sucky three days.

Conrad's lips felt warm against your own. Soft, and lingering with the taste of the beer he'd been drinking just an hour or so prior. They were gentle, but insistent, pressing firmly against your own. Nimble hands wound into his short, sandy hair, gripping at the follicles and tugging as his own found purchase on your behind. The groan that came from him when your tongues met had you humming back in response, a leg hiking over his thighs with every intention of seating yourself in his lap.

Until voices began making their way down into the bottom of the boat. You reeled away from the blue-eyed boy with a start, ignoring the way he squeezed at your ass and all but whined at the loss of your lips on his.

"The others are coming down," you rushed out, voice just above a whisper.

"I don't care," he replied, leaning back in to recapture your mouth and you laughed quietly, giving him a gentle shove and untangling your body from his own.

"Well I do!" You retorted, pushing him forward gently as to not knock his head once more and begrudgingly, he stood up, "I'm sorry it's just, Julia and Alex just got engaged. I don't need her going all bridzilla on us think we're trying to steal the lime-light, okay?"

"Fine," he concurred shortly, heading towards the door, "but when we're back on land--"

"You can suck on my face like there's no tomorrow."

A cheeky grin spread across his handsome features.

"Promise?"

"I promise! Now go on, get out!"

Conrad laughed, opening the door just as his sister and soon-to-be brother in law stumbled through theirs. He spared you a glance as he stepped out into the hall.

"G'night, Y/N. Sleep tight."

You smiled.

"Back at ya', Con."

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Do I do it. Do I take the leap and be the first that I have seen to write a Conrad // Reader fanfiction? I am afraid.

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The best part is, I didn't even like him at first. For two days I just thought of Conrad as that annoying rich boy with a big mouth. And then, as if by magic on a Monday afternoon, my brain decided,

But what if you wanted him.

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The lack of Man of Medan fics and art (specifically, surrounding Conrad) is very troubling to me.