#tsitp fic

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The Wedding Guest

Conrad Fisher x Reader

Tags: use of y/n, second tense,

Summery: Conrad finds love again in college, at his brothers wedding, set after the events of season 2

a/n:  in honour of season 3 being released here's something that's been hiding in my wip folder for 2 years,This was written before season 3 aired so it doesn't follow that timeline like at all.

Part 2

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The invite came one day, in a badly damaged envelope that clearly used to look very pretty, but its journey in the post had done its number on it. Conrad had walked down to the res life office after getting an email about a package he had ordered. A letter waited for him, not a package, as he walked back up the stairs when he opened the envelope two pieces of paper fell into his hands. 

The first read on card-stock with beautiful calligraphy,

Isabel Conklin and Jeremiah Fisher Along with their families cordially invite you to join in the ceremony of their marriage The Fourth of July Twenty Twenty Five At Two o’Clock in the afternoon Cousins Beach, Massachusetts, USA RSVP by the Twenty-Fifth of May This invite is for the addressee and ONE plus one 

The second was on printer paper a familiar writing Conrad had grown up with

Hey Con Listen I know we haven’t spoken in a while and this invite is probably out of nowhere, but we wanted to get married as soon as possible Don’t worry no one is pregnant I tried calling but it went to voicemail anyway I guess I’ll just ask, plead maybe, but could you be my bestman for the wedding,  I know these past few years have been crazy but it would mean the world to me if you could come, the invite still stands if you don’t want to be the best man, it's a big responsibility, but I hope you know it would mean a lot to me, to Belly, to Mom.  Just text me a response, yes, no, just talk to me Jeremiah Fisher P.S. Belly doesn’t know that I slipped this in, nor that I couldn’t reach you otherwise just keep that to ourselves

Conrad sighed, reading the letter, after returning back to school he blocked Jeremiah and Belly, he felt bad about blocking Steven but hadn’t exactly been vocal on keeping in contact with him, no doubt had they known they would have taken Stevens phone to pester him, or recruit him to their cause of breaking the no contact. 

A Wedding though, 

It’s only been two years since they started dating, and he had devoted his time to university. They must think it’s puppy love or some soulmate bullshit. 

It would be a slight to not turn up, everyone would know it, especially in the small town of Cousins, where everyone knows everyone, watched us grow up, He would be missed and whispered about, He could probably not return without the rumours sprouting up. 

It would also make it seem like he was still jealous, a loser. But Conrad was better than that, the no contact was good for him, a chance to step away and grow, away from his childhood. It was nice to breathe without someone overthinking it.

For once his summer wasn’t busy, and he had a break for Independence Day. To make their wedding day the fourth seemed wrong, it would make any future year a double celebration, and with both the families' histories with the day being a massive celebration it felt like an invasion. Conrad pushed the thoughts away, he was overthinking it, it was probably just because of the memories of the day, nothing wrong with that. 

Making it to the dorm, he had thrown the letters onto his bed, pulling out his phone and staring at it, it wasn’t on, but nevertheless he was thinking, It was no doubt he had to attend the wedding, but to be the best man, to stand there on the side with the rest of the wedding party, everyone looking, staring, that invasive thought of waiting for an objection. 

Conrad would prove them wrong.

He had moved on, he was fine with this, surely, he was fine. 

The promise of the plus one, It was standard for wedding invites, usually for partners or a child. He could go alone, but it would be lonely enough with Steven and maybe Lauren being the only ones who he could stand, and he would have to act happy and overjoyed, especially as the best man, for his brother. Someone solely in his corner would be nice. A friend would be nice.

~

Conrad >What are your 4th of July plans<

You were friends with Conrad since sophomore year, we were staying on the same floor and attended a few of the same lectures. Now finishing up with your junior year swamped with exams and essay submissions, Summer was the last thing on your mind

y/n >its may<

y/n >why would I have plans<

Conrad >I’ve got a wedding invite<

y/n >good for you, whos engaged<

Conrad >My brother<

You knew of Conrad’s tentative relationship with his brother and past, you didn’t pry, it seemed like a difficult time, and well in the past, it didn’t matter, Conrad was fun to be around, which was difficult as learning to be doctors was a stressful and a full time degree. 

y/n >oh, are you going<

Conrad > I was asked to be best man, so I kinda have to<

y/n >that sucks, or is great, how do you want me to react<

Conrad >Do you want to come with and come to your own conclusion<

y/n >what<

That was a surprise, you didn’t think that he would want anyone to know about his past, more than what was necessary, and attending a family wedding felt more than necessary.

Conrad >Be my plus one, one weekend that’s all I ask<

y/n >i wouldn’t want to intrude<

Conrad >They asked for a plus one on the invite they’re expecting people they don’t know to show up<

Conrad >It’ll be fine, if your ok coming<

y/n >i’ll come, be your sounding board for complaints,<

y/n >see where you grew up, find out all your secrets<

Conrad >hey<

Conrad >I didn’t say you could do that<

~

Exams came and went, and grades came trickling in. You had gone home for the summer, moved out of your dorm. The last time you saw Conrad in person was a few weeks ago, before you drove home, he had double checked that you were still on for the wedding, his voice sounded nervous, that you would say no, or had changed your mind. 

You told him yes and that he would pick you up and drive us to Cousins, it wasn’t an overly long drive, only two hours. But the longest you would have spent in close quarters with him without escape. 

You had packed way too much than what was needed for one weekend, with one casual outfit per day and 3 different formal dresses, all different colors, with a rehearsal dinner and not knowing which color the bridesmaids would wear, this way you made sure you wouldn’t match, the last thing you wanted was to make a scene, in front of people you didn’t know. 

A car honk draws you out from your thoughts, looking out the front window and smile, seeing Conrad, sitting in his car, window down looking towards the house. 

You grabbed your bags and ran out the home, careful to lock up before heading to the car. 

Seeing you leave the house Conrad got out of the car. Opening the trunk, as you approach, placing your bags into the back. Conrad shuts the trunk and turns to me “What a first date,” he jokes

“Hold on it minute, is this your plan all along,” You say and he laughs

“No no no, but are you sure I’m not some guy trying to kidnap you,”

“Well then you're caught on camera,” You gesture to the security camera fixed on the front of the house. He laughs again and walks over to the passengers seat, 

“I thought you were driving?” You say confused, Conrad looks shocked and over exaggeratedly put his hand on his chest

“I'm trying to be a gentleman and this is the thanks I get,” you walk to the passenger side as he opens the door, you slip into the seat, hand grazing his when you grab the door. Once inside fully he shuts the door with a satisfying click, quickly shifting into his seat and turning on the ignition. We pull out of the parking space and away from my home. 

It was a nice silence, I was staring out the side window looking at the cars and trees marking the highway. Around half way into the drive did you decide to speak up,

“So” You start “What am I to expect from the weekend”

“Well, it's a wedding so the rehearsal dinner is on the saturday, the ceremony is the next day, I’m not staying longer than I need to be, so I’m leaving Monday morning,”

“Thanks, but your family, what should I prepare for?”

“Ah, Well my brother Jeremiah is the groom, my dad will probably be there but we aren’t close,” He laughs “I could say that about all of them now, but me and my dad grew apart well  before that, The bride is Belly, we grew up with her family, we would spend every summer at Cousins together, she has a brother Steven, who is the only one I keep any sort of connection to, he’ll be there, her mom is nice as well, I guess, It’s been two years since I’ve seen any of them,”

“So how were you invited?”

“The good old pen and paper,” He says with a sigh

“Old fashioned, I like it” I joke, Conrad laughs, his laugh, oh his laugh, higher than his normal voice, loud and infectious, it comes out of his mouth in short bursts filling the car with giddiness. 

~ 

Driving into Cousins beach was like entering another world, the never-ending highway left behind as we took the exit down to the shore. Barely any cars driving by anymore, the sun shone brighter, the breeze smelled like the sea, it felt like the summer really began. 

“Your smiling” said Conrad

“Hm” turning your head towards him

“You were smiling”, a smile breaking across his face

“It’s just so nice here,”  You say “It must have been nice to come here every summer,”

“It was, the last time I was here wasn’t the best though, I haven’t seen them since,”

Right, part of the reason why I’m here, now it’s awkward. The picturesque little town had almost made you forget the complex family dynamics you barely grasped. 

“Hopefully it’s better this time,” You offer. The car turns into a road, you can now see the sea through the gaps between the homes.

Pulling into the beach house’s drive made it clear this weekend if not fun was going to at least be pretty. What a place to hold a wedding. 

“Hey, It’s going to be ok, ok,” You say

“Sure,” He said uncertainty 

The car comes to a stop and you notice people coming onto the porch. This must be Conrad’s family, glancing at his face made that clear, he looked uncomfortable seeing them, let a deep breath out and plastered a smile on his face, opening the car door and walking towards them, You take this as your cue to get out as well.

Conrad was standing by the car, he hadn’t moved forward, Someone who looked like his brother had walked to him.

“Con! You made it,” exclaimed his brother, Jeremiah, by the stories Conrad told. He barreled Conrad into a hug making Conrad have to correct his stance to not fall over. 

At this point the others came over, giving greetings to Conrad, His dad, and what you assume is the bride and her family. Feeling left out you take the bags out of the trunk. 

Rounding back to the house, arms full, does the flock seem to notice someone else is there

“Hello!” said the bride “I’m Belly, who are you?”

“Oh, I’m y/n, just a friend from college, you're the one getting married right?”

“Yep, so your Conrad’s… Friend,” She said skeptically, “odd,”

You are confused “how is that odd,”

“I mean who invites a friend as their plus one,”

“A lot of people,”

“Belly quit messing with her, come inside there's still the center table decor to make, let them settle in, freshen up for dinner,” yelled Belly’s mom Laurel, the Fisher-Conklin family backed off of us, Conrad leaned close

“You ok?”

“Yes, of course,” You say “Lets get inside,”

Conrad grabs the bags out of your arms and bids you to follow him inside. 

The inside of the house was something out of a movie, the perfect furniture and picture frames, the decor matching the wallpaper, like a Pinterest board called coastal beach home if not for the wedding supplies strewn on every counter. Conrad leads you upstairs to his room, what you would think would be a typical teen boys room was a clean and tidy room, frozen in time from the last time Conrad was in the house, American football trophies on a shelf, letters from colleges sitting on the desk. You shut the door behind you, Conrad puts down the bags and sighs 

“I’m sorry, there’s no where else in the house so you’ll take the bed, I’ll take the blow up,”

“I’m not stealing your bed,”

“It’s for 2 nights chill, I can rough it up,”

“Fine, but when you wake up on a deflated mattress complaining about back pain, remember this decision”

Conrad’s hand grabbed his chest open mouth in fake shock “I would never,” You raise your eyebrow laughing at him, you throw a pillow at him, he catches it with ease. 

“I’m going to freshen up, you should too,” you say

“Uh, Ok,” he says 

You grab your clothes for the dinner and make your way to the bathroom down the hall, you had a little black dress and kitten heels for the dinner, Out of the window in the bathroom you had a clear view to the back garden, a table was placed outside, fairy lights were strung across the trees and homes, crisscrossing over the table, the sun had begun to set and food was beginning to be set at the table. 

Heading downstairs it became clear what the family dynamic was like, the kitchen was a blur of frenzy, the family were dancing around each other, helping around with each other as they were making the final preparations of dinner, it smelled lovely, you are handed a plate of steamed broccoli and instructions to place them on the table outside, heading outside you feel the breezy air, the weather had broken from earlier and being by the ocean made the air feel nice. 

~

The rehearsal dinner was delicious, there was fluffy rice, garlic steamed broccoli. On top of all that a beautiful fish that was grilled by Mr. Fisher was sitting as the crown jewels of the table. The fish fell off the bone, the taste was light and fresh. And still smelled of the sea. You are sat next to Belly’s friend Taylor and her mother, Conrad sat across from you. 

The dinner passed pleasantly, you didn’t say much, just listening in on the conversation, fearing that if you spoke up it would break the fragile peace, you were the rock thrown into the lake, watching the water ripple outwards without slowing down, one small rock causing mass disturbance for all. 

When the desert came out, the air filled with tension. Conrad’s dad had brought cute little french pastries from some fancy bakery in New York you had never heard of before. But as if the coin had flipped, everyone was put on edge, the easy conversation had stopped, no one spoke, all waiting for the shoe to drop. 

“So were you not charged with bringing a cake? Not pastries” said Lauren flatly

“It's fine mom,” Belly said to Lauren “The pastries are nice,” to Mr. Fisher

“No, on the fourth we always have cake, its tradition, maybe you forgot after all your time away from the beach house but we never stopped, even after” Lauren’s voice trailed off

“Truly it’s fine,” said Jeremiah leaning across the table to pick up a flaky cream puff, taking a bite he says “They are delicious”

“If you’ll excuse me,” said Lauren standing up and walking back into the house, 

“Mom,” yelled out Belly as she also stood and followed after her. The silence stretches over the table, the food remains untouched, no one moves, the crickets and waves being the background sounds to the rehearsal dinner gone wrong. 

“So, umm, how did you two meet?” said Steven pointing at Conrad and You

“I don’t think this is the right time for that, Steven,” said Conrad

“I think we are all curious, you disappear for years and then turn up after no contact with a girlf-” said Jeremiah “We’re friends,” Conrad cut off 

“Regardless, how’d you meet,”

“We met in a group project, at uni, we were the only ones to actually work on the project,” you say

“Oh, fun, well not the group project, but it’s nice you met,”

“Thanks?”

~

The cool air from the lake hit your face as you step out of the fisher house onto their dock, the humid summer air dissipated with the sun, leaving cricket’s chirping and the fireflies flickering near the bank side. 

The dock at the Fisher’s summer home jutted out from the back garden, the old wood weathered by time creaked underneath your feet, the sun had set not too long ago, but it was quite late, Belly and the bridal party had retired to their rooms to get their beauty sleep before the ceremony tomorrow the pre-wedding jitters rampant in the house.  So here you were, leaning against the railing at the end of the dock. Staring into the lake at the lights of the homes across the water flickering off one by one as the world retires for the Fourth of July. You could hear someone walking down the dock, the boards creaking under their feet, Conrad cleared his throat making you turn to face him. The top buttons were undone and his tie was loosened. He looked nice, 

“How you holdn’ up?” You ask

“Its going better than I thought, well the pressure is on dad now but” he sighed “it just feels like something isn’t being said, like everyone’s dancing about something when I enter the room,” he said leaning on the dock railings. 

“Well it has been two years,”

“It’s not just that, it’s, I don’t know”

“You’ll be ok for tomorrow, if you want to flee in the middle of the night, I’ll come with, hell you can crash at mine for a while, if you don’t want to fly back to California straight away,” you offer

“Whoa, talk about jumping to conclusions much,” Conrad laughed, “no I have to stay, I made a promise, and well its a small town, fleeing the wedding, I’m not even a bride, but it would be the talk of the town, I’d be the town pariah”

“Hey, I’m just offering you a way out, it’ll always be available, I’ve got your back, you know that,”

“I know,” he said, turning to look at you, “I know, sorry about earlier” at the confused look in your face he continues “with the dinner, this weekend is a difficult topic for everyone after my mom,” 

Conrad gets a teary look in his eye and turns back to look at the water, you reach out to him, holding his face in your palm

“I know I can’t say anything to make this better, but there is nothing to apologize about, I knew things would be tense coming here and I am still here, hey look at me, none of this is your fault so don’t blame yourself for any of this,” you say to him, his face crumbles as he leans into your hand, he lets out a shaking breath and brings you closer into a tight embrace. 

The two of you stand like this for a long while, Conrad leans into you pressing his forehead into your shoulder, all you can do is hold him as he silently cries into you.

“Hey lovebirds!” yelled a voice from up near the house, the two of you pull apart startled and as you look towards the house you can see Jeremiah,

“What do you want” yelled back Conrad, annoyance breaking through his attempt at a steady voice.

“I just want to chat, to you, mind coming up here so the whole town doesn’t hear my business”

Conrad and you look at each other, you wipe the tears from his cheek, and smile, whispering in his ear,

“Maybe now you can find out the secret?”, 

He smiles back at you, and whispers back “as if”

“You’ll be alright, talking with him?”

“Of course, you’ll be okay being out here on your own”

“Of course,”

[thegoldendice]

After All Is Said and Done

Summary - Your plans for an idyllic week at the beach with Conrad are suddenly thrown into chaos when you run into Belly, his first love. When you find a ring box in his bag, you worry that Conrad’s planned proposal may be ruined.

Pairing - Conrad Fisher/Reader

Tags - future fic, aged-up characters, romance, fluff, proposal, grief, loss of parents, kissing, light angst, emotional hurt/comfort, fix-it

Words - 3k

Author’s Note - This one is mainly for those of us who feel that Conrad may be better off away from all the drama surrounding Belly (whom I also love, just to be clear). Girl needs a break from the mess, too, but we’re focusing on Con for now.

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The loss of a parent connected you and Conrad before you’d truly gotten to know him. Your dad passed when you were six years old, taken by a different form of the illness that also left Conrad bereft of his mom. It was something you discovered you had in common very early on; you even discussed it on your first date. You’d carefully picked your moment to mention that you’d grown up with a single parent—and why.

You dropped it into the conversation as casually as possible, hoping for the best. To your relief, Conrad was kind, listening to your story without the flicker of judgment that you often caught in other people’s eyes, betraying their true feelings when you revealed this fundamental aspect of who you are as a person, who your circumstances have forced you to become.

In the past, you’d received reactions to the information about your upbringing that had made your heart sink. Where you grew up, it wasn’t standard for people to have an unconventional family set-up. But instead of reacting badly, Conrad let you speak; let you explain without interruptions, and never appeared to be negatively affected by the revelation. Then he told you he understood what you’d been through, to a certain degree, and you realised that he was different from anyone you’d ever dated.

Of course, he’d had longer with Susannah—his mom—than you were afforded with your dad. Conrad was essentially an adult when she died. But, in truth, that didn’t matter. Your grief was comparable enough that a bond was forged between you, despite having only begun chatting properly a week earlier, after running into one another a few times in your favourite campus cafe.

Even when his mom was still alive, Conrad had felt the absence of his dad, who he’d described at the time as cold and dismissive. You’d since confirmed that assessment for yourself. So Conrad did get it, and it helped you understand one another’s occasional dips into melancholy as your relationship progressed. After your first date, you couldn’t stop spending time together, even though you were both busy taking the first steps forward into your chosen careers.

Conrad aimed to become a doctor, and you were studying law. That was four years ago, and you’d both graduated and found jobs you were happy with. It was a tiring life, but you were content together in your cosy little apartment. In fact, you’d reached the stage within the last year where you’d been seriously thinking about what your future would look like… and whether or not that future was together.

You weren’t the type to hint about that kind of thing. One random Tuesday night, you decided to ask Conrad outright. You were cuddled together on the couch and had just finished a less-than-memorable movie that barely held your wandering attention.

“Do you see us getting married someday?” you asked. “I mean, is that something you ever think about?”

He smiled shyly and sipped his glass of water. He’d grown his hair a little longer than usual. Some of it fell over his eyes as he nodded with a cute little dip of the head.

“I think about that a lot, actually.”

He didn’t elaborate, so you left it there. You knew Conrad well enough to appreciate that he didn’t like to be pushed into things. And then, six months ago at Christmas, you’d had the strangest feeling that he would propose to you. A passing comment from your mom during dinner about how your dad would have loved to have Conrad as a son-in-law added fuel to the already flickering fire. But nothing came of it.

You almost went so far as to scroll through his email inbox, itching to check for a ring receipt, but you stopped yourself. You knew he wouldn’t have minded, but you didn’t want to become someone who would invade their partner’s privacy. So you’ve been waiting. It’s finally summer and time for your annual visit to Conrad’s beach house. You’re staying there for a week before you both travel back to your mom’s to attend a small family gathering. You do this yearly in late June to commemorate your dad’s passing.

Conrad shares the beach house with his brother and his mom’s best friend, Laurel, along with Laurel’s kids, Steven and Isabel. You don’t know them very well. In the years you and Conrad have been together, you’ve only met them once or twice in passing. There’s tension there, especially with Isabel, or rather Belly—the youngest. Not only was she Conrad’s first love, but she was also briefly engaged to his younger brother, Jeremiah. They were almost married, but it ended in tears, largely due to Conrad’s self-confessed interference. The two families are still dealing with some trauma around it all, and it sometimes feels to you as though the cracks have been hastily papered over.

Despite all that, Laurel has always been kind to you. You can sense how much she loves Conrad and how she just wants him to be happy. And yet, you don’t know when you’ll see her next. Conrad has his week at the Cousins house, and everyone generally leaves him and you to it. Conrad is fine with his brother, but Jeremiah keeps busy and has an active social life. Conrad once commented that his little brother will never settle down—he’s too restless. As for Belly, she doesn’t even live in the country. She’s currently in Paris, as far as you’re aware. And that suits you fine, if you’re being honest with yourself.

It’s not that you feel threatened by her, but you try to acknowledge that most people view their first love in a certain light. Conrad feels everything deeply, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he still holds a little fondness for Belly. That’s fine, only because Conrad has sworn that he learned his lesson. Belly and he are bad for one another. You believe it— you can tell by the way he talks about it all that she hurt him deeply. And in fairness to Belly, he admits to having hurt her, too. Above all, they’re both old enough now to have realised that sometimes love just isn’t enough to make a situation work.

It’s early evening as you and Conrad pull into the driveway of the summer house. Suddenly, your stomach flips, your anxiety stoked by the car sitting at the head of the drive, just in front of the house. What if it’s Belly? As much as you’ve accepted her past with Conrad, you don’t necessarily want to spend time with her, especially when you haven’t prepared yourself to do so.

“Who else is here?” you ask. You dislike the fraught tone of your voice, but you couldn’t have covered it up. “You didn’t tell me we wouldn’t be alone.”

Conrad shakes his head, frowning. “No, I didn’t know we wouldn’t. Nobody said anything to me.” He peers at the license plate of the vehicle parked ahead of you. “I don’t recognise the car.”

He brakes and turns in his seat to look at you. “Are you okay? You seem—”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you rush to say. You don’t want to admit it, but you’re terrified that Belly is here. You’re not even sure why the thought scares you so much, but it does. You force yourself to smile. “Whoever it is can’t be planning to stay, right? Everyone knows it’s your week?”

“Yeah, I mean, they’re supposed to,” Conrad agrees. He reaches for your hand and squeezes it. “Don’t worry, kay?”

You nod but say nothing. As you’re exiting the car, you hear the front door of the house creak open. Footfalls on the steps indicate that whoever was inside is coming down to say hello. You take a deep breath, plaster on a grin, and raise your head. You immediately lock eyes with Belly, and she falters. She looks the same as always, her long dark hair falling over her shoulders in a way that you try to admire rather than covet.

“Oh, hey!” she calls to you, recovering quickly. She takes a few steps forward. “Long time no see.”

“It’s you,” Conrad utters to her, cutting you off before you get a word out. There’s uncertainty in his voice, but he tries to mask it with shaky laughter.

You watch as Belly takes him in, her eyes wide. She folds her arms across her middle protectively. You can see that she’s feeling vulnerable, and you experience a pang of guilt. Although you don’t see yourself and Conrad as particularly threatening, Belly is clearly uncomfortable. Perhaps she wasn’t expecting you. According to Conrad, they’re on okay terms now, despite all the complicated history. Then again, he hasn’t exactly offered her a warm greeting.

“I’m sorry,” she begins. “I’ve totally messed up. I thought Steven was here this week. I was going to surprise him.”

“He’s next week,” Conrad smiles politely. Then, after a pause, he says, “I didn’t know you were back.”

Belly shrugs. “Just for summer.”

They observe each other in silence for several seconds. You’re frozen, feeling as though you’re intruding on the stilted reunion. Then, thankfully, Conrad breaks the tension.

“Well, uh, we’ve had this week planned for a while. Do you have somewhere else to stay?”

“No, wait,” you begin. “Belly, you can stay here. I don’t want to kick you out of your own house.”

She angles her body towards you, and her expression reveals her gratitude. “Please, I’m the one intruding. Of course, I can figure something out.”

You’re already shaking your head. Despite everything, it doesn’t feel right to ask her to go. “Honestly, stay. It’ll be fine.”

Belly pulls her phone from her pocket, checking the time. “It is kinda late for me to find somewhere now, but I’ll only stay for tonight. I’m out of here first thing in the morning.” She looks back at Conrad. “Is that okay?”

He raises one shoulder in an attempt to seem nonchalant. “I guess.”

“Okay, uh… I’m going to head out—grab myself dinner. I’ll be back later. Enjoy your evening, guys.”

With that, Belly makes a somewhat awkward exit. You gather your things from the car and head inside, leaving Conrad to follow you to his room with most of the luggage. You watch him deposit bags onto the bed from your spot in the chair by his dresser. You hope he’s not upset with you.

“I thought it’d be best to let her stay,” you say quietly, looking up at him.

“No, I know. I just… It’s unexpected. I don’t like surprises.”

You stand and shuffle towards him, wrapping your arms around his body. You feel the soft cotton of his shirt on your cheek as you press your head against him. His chin comes to rest on top of your head, and his arms encircle you, holding you tight.

“I know you don’t,” you say.

He sighs, leaning a little heavier on you.

“You’re so heavy! Can we lie down?” you request with a chuckle.

He grabs you by the hand and falls onto the bed, sending bags bouncing in all directions. He pulls you down and proceeds to enclose you in another bear hug.

“You’re going to fall asleep,” you mumble. “I’ll never get away.”

Conrad yawns. You know for a fact he’s gearing up for a nap, which he’ll only regret when he can’t sleep later on.

“We should have something to eat,” you suggest.

“What do you want?” he asks.

You yawn as well, hopeless to suppress it. “I have absolutely no idea.”

In the end, you settle for staying in the bedroom, picking at the snack bag you brought with you for the car journey. Conrad isn’t much of a snacker, but he occasionally partakes. With a handful of Doritos, he looks across the bed at you and smiles.

“I’m glad we’re here.”

“Me too,” you reply. “Don’t make crumbs.”

He begins to laugh. He’s about to say something when you hear the sound of the front door opening downstairs. Belly must be back.

“I’m sorry this hasn’t gone to plan,” Conrad says.

“It’s just one night,” you reassure him.

For some reason, he looks particularly sad. You don’t want to push him to talk. Instead, you reach across, brushing his hair away from his face.

“I love you,” you tell him.

He puts his chips back in the bag, then licks his fingers in a way that he definitely didn’t intend to seem seductive. However, you can’t help but enjoy a little thrill. He somehow manages to make the most mundane things attractive.

“I love you too,” he replies.

When he kisses you, all of your tension eases, the stress from earlier in the day seeming to melt away. And then, you remember that Belly is here. You tense up and pull back.

Conrad looks as uncomfortable as you feel. “This isn’t happening tonight, is it?”

Your laughter is genuine, if a little strained. “I don’t think so. I’m sorry.”

“No, I totally get it,” Conrad replies. “Trust me.”

“Okay,” you say. You peck him quickly on the cheek. “I’m going to shower.”

When you return, Conrad is grabbing his towel. “Back in five,” he says.

You dry off and put on your pyjamas while casting about to determine whether or not Conrad has a hairbrush on his dresser or nightstand. You don’t see one, so you go in search of your own. You don’t remember exactly where you packed it, but get down onto your hands and knees, unzipping the first of the bags that fell when you and Conrad jumped on the bed earlier. You’re rummaging through the contents when your hand brushes against an unfamiliar texture. It’s soft, velvety.

Your heart beats faster as your fingers close around a box. A ring box. You tuck it into the sleeve of your pyjama shirt without looking at it, and sit down heavily on the bed. That’s how Conrad finds you when he returns a few minutes later. He rushes straight to your side, even though he’s dripping wet, and kneels beside you.

“What’s wrong? Has something happened?”

You stare at him and extend your arm, pulling back your sleeve with your empty hand. You and Conrad both look down at the ring box at the same time.

“Ah,” he breathes. “You found it.”

You nod slowly. “I couldn’t find my hairbrush.”

“This wasn’t what I’d planned… at all.”

“I guess nothing is going to plan these days,” you respond quietly.

“Are you upset?” Conrad asks, his brows knitting together.

“No!” you hurry to reassure him. “I just… this isn’t what I’d imagined. I didn’t think…” You sigh, “I didn’t think Belly would be here.”

Conrad’s eyes widen, and he stares off into space. “Me either.” He gives himself a little shake. “I wish you hadn’t found it,” he says.

“What do you mean?”

All of a sudden, you feel dizzy. What is he saying? Has he changed his mind about proposing? Is it because of Belly?

He focuses, his eyes fixing on you. “I was going to wait. Your mom asked me to. When I told her I was going to propose this week, she suggested I hold off. She thought it might be nice if I did it at your dad’s memorial.”

You feel a pain in your chest at the mention of your dad, but your eyes fill with tears of relief. It’s perfect, really. You’re reminded of how well your mom knows you; she knows how meaningful it will be to have your dad be part of such a pivotal moment in your life, especially as he will never get to join you for your wedding.

Conrad looks concerned. He reaches out to thumb away your tears. “Did we get it wrong?”

You shake your head profusely. “No! Not at all.” You hand him the small blue box. “You should probably pack this away again, so you can do what my mom suggested. It’s really thoughtful.” You smile at him, and a laugh escapes you. “I thought you were going to tell me you’d decided not to ask after seeing Belly.”

Instead of laughing, as you expected he would, Conrad appears alarmed at the thought. “No. Belly was my best friend for so long. And we tried so hard to love each other the way we thought we were supposed to—the way my mom probably hoped we would.” He pushes his hair back, sighing. “But something always felt… off. There was Jere, and it just hurt too much. It always felt like a push and pull between the three of us. It’s not love if you have to fight that hard just to feel okay. It’s not supposed to be painful all the time.”

“No, it’s not,” you agree.

Conrad gazes at you. “When I met you, I finally understood what it’s supposed to feel like, without all the mixed messages and the confusion, or expectations that can never be met. Love is about acceptance and understanding. You and I have always had that.”

“And we always will.”

You throw your arms around his neck, not caring that his hair is still damp. Eventually, he stands, pulling you gently to your feet. When he turns you towards the bed, you try to forget that Belly is still in the house, but you can’t. As soon as Conrad speaks, it’s as if he’s read your mind.

“We should get some sleep. It’s been a full-on day.”

Your heart swells with love for him, and with appreciation for his ability to read you so well. “Sleep is exactly what I need.”

[yawnzshit]

PRI'S FIC RECS : TSITP (CONRAD FISHER EDITION !)

[ ♡ ] : personal favourites !

🎙️ finally doing this for my most fave character on this wreck of series....connie baby you deserve so much better!! and im glad fanfic exists to write exactly that :") #teamconrad4lyf

also!!! pls feel free to promote yourself or recommend any more fics cause there is a lack of them unfortunately :") and a thank you to all writers for their amazing works!!

P.S THIS GOES WITHOUT SAYING BUT PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS AND MINORS DNI WITH 18+ CONTENT, the rest is up to you as i am not in control of your media consumption :)

AO3 FICS

lover by @light-yaers / tumblr link [ ♡ ][ ♡ ][ ♡ ]

synopsis : It's been five years since you've been back to Cousins, Massachusetts; and Belly and Jeremiah are getting married. You and Conrad were best friends once, will you ever be best friends again?

notes : THE fic that made me a conrad girlie, so well written, the characterisation and the flow and just everything. i love this so much with my whole heart.

Redux by @/acosmist_t [ ♡ ][ ♡ ]

synopsis : You closed your eyes and drowned in the past and present as they met right here, right now, in the backseat of a beaten car and in the care of the boy who taught you to love for the first time. You wanted to want him gone, you really did, but he made it too damn hard or exes to lovers set in a band au

notes : YES. i FORCE you to read this, idc what you're doing, READ THIS NOW. this has everything and will MAKE YOU FEEL EVERYTHING YOU COULD POSSIBLY FEEL AND MUCH MORE??

TUMBLR FICS

after her, there was you by @pankowblues [ ♡ ]

synopsis : meeting conrad in freshman or sophomore year of college. he’s not over belly but eventually because of reader he gets over it and falls in love again.

notes : second chance at love <3 ; very cutesy ; deserved ; i love this writer's conrad works pls go check them out !!!

"you're my person, resting bitch face and all." by @princesscrter [ ♡ ]

synopsis : grumpy!reader x conrad fisher <3

notes : when i tell you, i love ac's writing. i love all her works, i will eat up anything she posts and so should y'all!! im so glad i found her through connie and this work is one of my fave of hers <3

The Wedding Guest by @roznnreads [ ♡ ]

synopsis : Conrad finds love again in college, at his brothers wedding, set after the events of season 2

notes : eagerly seated for pt 2, pls read this if you haven't already!!

Oceans by @seaglassandink

synopsis : When Conrad calls you from Cousins Beach, you expect a catch-up. Instead, he tells you Belly and Jeremiah just showed up engaged. What starts as a late-night FaceTime turns into sixteen years of friendship unraveling: old wounds, unspoken love, and the sting of realising he still hasn’t let go of her… and maybe never will.

notes : this is truly a gem. i love this series and i highly HIGHLY recommend if you love a good exes to lovers <3 or just connie in general lmao

you are in love by @marveladdictjones

synopsis : conrad being the best boyfriend ever.

notes : pls give my bf conrad i need him and this is so so cutesy <3

a playlist for you by @rainandsentences

synopsis : just monotony and some old devices.

notes : playlists for you loved one as a love language? sign me TF up.

THE SUMMER HE PROPOSED by @/pankowblues

synopsis : conrad proposing to you way better than jeremiah's lame self ever will :)

notes : as mentioned before, this author's conrad works <3 pls read them <3

Diagnosis:love by @certaimromance [ ♡ ]

synopsis : your boyfriend has been distant for weeks, but now he’s finally ready to open up and share what’s been weighing on his heart.

notes : this had me crying screaming giggling it was everything. i love you author for this.

empty space by @/rainandsentences [ ♡ ]

synopsis : wedding day at cousins, what could go wrong when belly returns home?

notes : hi so um i need like 14 more of this thank you. i love this, on a serious note take your time ofc :)

The Summer I Chose You by @mostlyinsanechrissy

synopsis : as the title says :)

notes : clicked for the amazing fic (no regrets) ; stayed for the charlie & leo pfp <3

last christmas by @tea-biscuits-books

synopsis : one lonely christmas you’re met with surprising company…

notes : to heal us all from e3 <3 thank you for this <3

conrad b'day surprise by @raven-dor

synopsis : conrad surprises you on your b'day :D

notes : as a july bby, i loved this!! and happy bday to anyone having an upcoming bday hahah <3 or belated happy bday <3

Strawberry Kiss by @weirdfanaus

synopsis : you find out Conrad's still in love with Belly.

notes : yes. angst. but comfort. i love love this.

vampire by @cherrywaves333

synopsis : conrad locks eyes with reader for the first time since their break-up.

notes : i love me some good old angst!!!

A TASTE OF HEARTBREAK by @bnnyskirt

synopsis : in which reader attends the debutante ball with conrad, and leaves with heartbreak.

notes : i love angst always!!!! and and eagerly waiting for pt 2 AND I HOPE HE GROVELS <3!

Always, Almost by @/rainandsentences

synopsis : when her chest physically hurts and her heart flutters violently for him, how would she tell him? you don’t tell that stuff to your best friend… do you?

notes : this one. this one hits all the right places but brutally and it HURTS.

Chips and Nursing by @clearsaturns

synopsis : You went to buy some chips you were craving, and you never expected to find drops of blood on the floor when you came back home.

notes : super super cute <3 I love fics where it's reader taking care of the other person :((((

Three Creams, Two sugars by @munsonsmixtapes

synopsis: After months of pining for one of the regulars who always comes into the coffee shop where you work, he surprisingly asks you out.

notes : can I have like 14 of these. i LOVEEE this.

flower shop by @tenndderr

...more to be added ! & happy reading :D

synopsis : you didn't expect to fall in love with cousins beach or the people. until you meet susannah fisher, who finds you when you need her most. who would have expected you'd fall in love with her son?

notes : love this so far!! super excited to see where it's headed :)

[girlkisser13]

dating conrad fisher would include

• conrad is the kind of boyfriend who cherishes the quiet moments. he loves sitting with you on the beach in silence, just enjoying the sound of the waves and the comfort of your presence.

• while conrad struggles with his own emotions, he’s incredibly supportive when it comes to yours. he might not always know what to say, but he’s there to listen, hold you, and make sure you know you’re not alone.

• conrad quite evidently has trouble verbally expressing his emotions, so he does everything he can to show you just how much he loves you.

• he remembers the little things about you, like making sure to get your favorite type of muffins when he goes on his morning muffin runs.

• conrad isn’t overly flashy, but he’s thoughtful. you often find little notes in your books or your favorite snacks in your bag, left by him without a word. he knows what you love and makes sure to show it in small, meaningful ways.

• he's always touching you in some way, whether it’s resting a hand on your thigh while you sit together or holding your hand the moment you leave the house. he insists it’s so you don’t get lost in the crowd, but really, he just enjoys having you close to him.

• conrad is an avid reader, so he loves sharing books with you. he'll lend you his favorite novels, and it becomes a way for the two of you to connect on a deeper level.

• the two of you constantly exchange your favorite books and he enjoys getting to read the little notes that you make in the margins. it’s like a little window into your inner thoughts. he loves it.

• you definitely have an elaborate dance to a specific song that the both of you have learned and would do whenever you heard the song.

• susannah would purposely put the song on and beg the two of you to do the dance because she can’t get enough of the way he smiles as he spins you around.

• HIM LEARNING TO PLAY YOUR FAVORITE SONG ON THE GUITAR>>>

• he likes to listen to your favorite artist when he misses you because it reminds him of you, and that brings him comfort.

• conrad likes to create personalized playlists just for you. each song is carefully chosen to reflect your relationship. it's his way of expressing his feelings when words fall short.

• being by the ocean is conrad’s comfort zone, so many of your dates happen at the beach. whether it’s early morning walks, sunset picnics, or late-night swims, the beach is your special place together.

• he also loves going on late-night drives with you. with no destination in mind, you both just drive around, listening to music, talking, or enjoying the peaceful silence of the night.

• conrad isn’t overly expressive with his affection in public, but in private, he’s incredibly gentle and loving. soft kisses on your forehead, his arm casually draped over your shoulders, and holding your hand as you fall asleep are some of his favorite ways to show he cares.

• sometimes, the two of you don’t need to say anything to understand each other. you can read his mood by the way he looks at you, the way his voice sounds, and even his body language.

• there’s an unspoken connection between you two— a look, a touch, or simply being in each other’s presence is enough to communicate everything you need to know.

• conrad likes starting the day with a coffee run, and it becomes a small tradition for the two of you. whether it’s picking up coffee and pastries from a local shop or brewing it at home, it’s a simple way to start the day together.

• he’s a sucker for those quiet moments in the morning when no one’s up yet and it’s just the two of you. <33

[mvltisstuff]

going, going, gone - c.f

summary: y/n’s the only person who can get conrad, and he realizes that maybe he’s been falling for the wrong conklin.

conrad fisher x conklin!reader

gif from @conradfiisher

a/n: this will likely have a part two, so it probably won’t end here!! no promises as to when pt 2 is out but it will be there eventually ;)) this is literally me wishing i could slap some sense into belly

part two

“hey,” y/n greets, stepping into the beach house and finding conrad unpacking.

“hi,” he smiles lightly. the past few months have been nearly impossible. trying to crack conrad open is like trying to break into a safe. it took y/n forever to be able to understand conrad, and now that she finally did, there was an undeniable spark. she could sense the tension in his mind, knowing that something had set him off. he looked like he just wanted to break down, but he didn’t want to. if he did, he doesn’t know how to put himself back together.

“you ok?” she asks, cautiously. he’s almost like a wild animal, get too close and he runs away. especially since susannah died, he hasn’t been able to find a connection like the one he had with his mother.

“fine,” he mumbles, folding a few blankets onto the couch and placing some pillows beside it.

“conrad, don’t play this game with me again,” y/n sighs, stepping closer to him. he pauses in his movements to look up at her, slapping one last piece of decor on the mantle. “can we at least talk about the exam?”

“i, um,” he stutters, unable to find the right words that have disappeared in his mind. it’s like he completely pushed out the exam, all the other events had forcefully taken the excitement from it. “i feel really good about it, but it’s just an exam.”

y/n can tell in his slumped stance that something is truly disturbing him. he looks broken, and whoever did it certainly failed to put the pieces back together. it appears that they didn’t even try. “talk to me, conrad. please?”

he stops, breaking eye contact. he can’t look at her while he tells her because she can’t see his face when he says it. he doesn’t want y/n to see him crack under the pressure again.

“jeremiah and belly were making out on my car when i came out of testing. i walked out and there they were.”

“what?” y/n spits out, thinking about everything belly had told her before. “i thought she said she moved on-“

“yeah, i did, too,” his voice breaks, still avoiding any looks to y/n. if y/n sees him falling apart over belly, y/n would probably say something. the last thing conrad wants is for belly to know the affect this had on him.

“conrad, you know you can talk to me, right?” she steps closer, wanting to reach out her hand to him but knowing he probably doesn’t want it. he wants belly’s. “anything you say to me won’t get back to her.”

he slightly turns, finally letting his eyes wander up y/n’s body until they meet hers. he’s always found a trust in y/n. she’s been there since they were little kids, but it’s always felt different. there was an innocence to her, she felt like home and he could always run back to her if he needed her. he wouldn’t be able to handle it if he ruined that.

“i’m just so tired, y/n. it’s just one step forward and two steps back. i thought we could finally be over this, but they both just stabbed me in the back. on my car, during my test, in my hoodie. my mom always said belly was destined for me, but it just feels like jere took that.”

y/n can feel the hurt as well as see it on conrad’s face. she’s able to read him so well now that he’s not afraid to open up. she feels like they’ve gotten through a door, a point where they can share secrets and find a safety net in the other. “belly doesn’t deserve you, conrad. she’s not as mature as you, and you can thrive without her, i swear.”

“i’ll be ok, i just need a break from all this shit,” he groans, allowing y/n to finally walk up to him and hold his hand. “i don’t know if we can go back to the way things were after this.”

“i know i can’t change what happened, but i need you to understand that you’re not alone. at this point, you come first to me.” he nods, and y/n can see the sunrise in his face a bit more, but his mind is still covered with darkness. “if you need anything, please call me or come see me, ok?”

“deal,” he cracks a little grin, making y/n smile a bit in return.

“take care of yourself, connie,” she says before opening the front door. she starts the long drive home knowing what’s waiting for her there.

she plants her stuff down on the counter, letting her body relax after the hours behind the wheel. she starts to clean up some of the mess that she left on the counter when she hears squeaky footsteps come down the stairs.

“hey, you’re back already?” belly says, lurking into the kitchen to lean against the frame. y/n doesn’t say anything, she just looks at her and continues to organize everything. “what’s wrong, why do you look like that?”

“honestly, belly, i’m just trying to figure out what to say to you.”

“what do you mean?” belly asks, trying to think about why her older sister could have a reason to be mad at her.

“i stopped at cousins on the way home,” y/n informs her, belly knowing exactly where she left conrad.

“y/n, you can’t be pissed off because of what he told you-“

“no, belly, i have every right to be pissed. i’m pissed for conrad. you left him in the dust and you have no shame about it.”

“it just happened, jeremiah and i. i never wanted to hurt conrad, but im in love!”

“yeah, you were also in love last week with conrad. and the week before with jeremiah. you need to move on from them, bell,” y/n sighs, allowing belly some time to build another response.

“who are you to even say that?”

“because i’ve been there for both of them! i was there for jeremiah when you wanted conrad. i’m there for conrad because you are playing with their hearts like they’re toys. i can tell your hearts not fully in it with jeremiah, but i’m not gonna let you destroy those boys even more.”

“how am i destroying them?”

“belly, wipe that innocence off your face. you’ve managed to rip apart the fisher brothers because you cannot pick which one you like more.”

“but-“

“no, belly! listen to me,” y/n cuts her off before she can try and make anything better. “you couldn’t even contain yourself at susannah’s funeral because you were too worried about conrad. i know we are all grieving, but you are acting like you’re more worried about which brother likes you more. it’s exhausting having to clean up the mess you make over and over again. you’re slowly ruining this bond for me, for steven, for mom! you know i love you more than words, but if you keep playing with their feelings, belly, this family is going to be destroyed.”

“y/n, susannah told me-“

“use susannah as an excuse one more fucking time, belly.” the room goes deadly silent, y/n sick of the excuses and victimized mentality of belly. when steven comes stepping quietly into the room, he ganders softly into the chaotic mess that has formed between his sisters. she swipes her keys back off the table, grabbing an extra bag out of the closet. “i’ll be back.”

“where are you going?” belly says, eyes full of tears from her fear of confrontation. her voice was shaky, and y/n could still feel a sting of guilt in her chest. she hated to build a bigger wall between everyone, but belly had to hear it.

“i’m going to look after conrad, because you failed to do it,” y/n ends their conversation, slamming the front door behind her and moving to the car. she left the house with a terrible tone, but someone else needed her more. belly had jeremiah, taylor, steven, laurel, anyone she wanted. conrad had y/n, and that became enough for him.

[stargazing-imagines]

Broken Pieces — Jeremiah Fisher x Fem!Reader Mini Fanfic

Summary: After catching your boyfriend cheating on you, which prompts too a nasty breakup, so to cheer you up. Your mother thought it would be a great idea for you to spend the summer in Cousins with a family friend of hers, the Fishers and the Conklins. But what happens when you catch the eye of one of the Fisher boys?

Pairings: Jeremiah Fisher x Fem!Reader,

(This Masterlist Gets Updated Frequently, so Keep checking it out!)

This story will also be on Wattpad under _hannahwrites_ later in the year

Based on Season 1 and Season 2 of The Summer I turned pretty

Chapters (*This will get updated as I go*)

01. Change is a good thing... Right? *Coming soon*

[blank-tato]

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Started: 22/01/25 || Last Updated: 20/07/26 || Total works: 123

Fandoms: The Wheel of Time, Marvel, The White Lotus (Season 3), Carême, DC, Anora, Cruel Intentions (TV), True Blood, Yellowjackets, Scream, Teen Wolf, The Selection, No Exit (Ash Garver), PJO (Luke Castellan), The Girlfriend, The Summer I Turned Pretty, HIM, Twilight

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The Wheel of Time

The Wheel of Time Masterlist

Marvel

Marvel Masterlist

The White Lotus

The White Lotus Masterlist

Cruel Intentions (TV)

Cruel Intentions Masterlist

Anora

Anora Masterlist

DC

DC Masterlist

HIM

HIM Masterlist

The Summer I Turned Pretty

x Reader

Steven Conklin

— deny, deny, deny

— Reward Me

— boy next door

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

x Reader

Luke Castellan

— How It Feels to Fly (Part 1)

— Touch the Sky (Part 2 of How It Feels to Fly)

True Blood

x Reader

Jason Stackhouse

— Close To You

Eric Northman

— Talk To Me

Ships

Eric Northman/Alcide Herveaux

— There's a Vampire in My Basement

Twilight

Ships

Carlisle Cullen/Charlie Swan

— Invite Me In

Yellowjackets

Ships

Lottie Matthews/Natalie Scatorccio

— Way Cool Baby Love

Scream

Ships

Stu Macher/Sidney Prescott

— A Guy That I'd Kinda Be Into

Ethan Landry/Chad Meeks-Martin

— i don't want to miss you (like i do)

Teen Wolf

Ships

Stiles Stilinski/Isaac Lahey

— I Hate Your Stupid Face

Misc.

x Reader

No Exit (2022) - Ash Garver/Reader

— Slut Me Out

— No Matter What

The Girlfriend (2025) - Cherry Laine/Reader/Daniel Sanderson

— Never Getting Rid Of Me

Carême - Antonin Carême/Reader

— Take A Bite

— Savour It

Ships

Mean Girls/Diary of a Whimpy Kid - Regina George/Rodrick Heffley

— Perfect Disharmony

The Selection - Maxon Schreave/Aspen Leger

— Waltz For Sweatpants

— If It's All Too Much

— Better Left Unsaid

The Hunger Games (TBOSBAS) - Coriolanus Snow/Sejanus Plinth

— I Would Follow Him Anywhere

The Strange Case of Jekyll and Hyde - Henry Jekyll/John Utterson/Edward Hyde

— Affections Like Ivy

[sunset-curve-fantom]

Idea??? Should I write it??

You felt the goosebumps climb your skin as his gaze fell upon you. Without looking you knew who it was.

Conrad Beck Fisher

The man who fills every inch of your brain, the man who makes your skin flush at the thought of him, the man you’ve desperately been in love with since childhood.

His hand grazed your shoulder, as he pulled you close to him. Taking in his cedar scent of his cologne that you got him last Christmas.

“Now what are you doing here alone?” He said, a smirk gracing his features as he watched your cheeks flush at the attention.

If there was one thing Conrad Fisher knew, it was he loved you with everything he has. He just needs to know if you feel the same.