[2onrad]

2onrad‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ is‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ a‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ loving‏‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ portrayal ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ of‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ conrad‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ fisher‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ from‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ the‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ summer‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ i‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ turned‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ pretty.‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ a‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ biography‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ disecting ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ the‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ cursed‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ golden‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ boy‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ &‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ growing‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ up‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ far‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ too‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ quickly‏‎. ‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ depicted‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ through‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ the‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ icy‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ fuze‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ of‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ a‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ warm‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ summers‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎air‏‎,‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ rolling ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ atlantic ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ waves ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ &‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ bonfires‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ beneath‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ the‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ stars.    ⁰¹‏‎ ‎‏ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ CARRD. ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ ⁰²‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ STUDY. ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ ⁰³‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ PROMPTS.

[stillsparkle]

𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫   𝐥𝐞𝐭   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐧   𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞   𝐢𝐧   𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫,       eyes   narrowed   like   she   was   cross-examining   him.       the   silence   stretched,       but   she   filled   it   the   only   way   she   knew   how       —     by   piling   on.       ❝       oh   my   god,       wait       —     don’t   even   tell   me.       ❞       she   gasped,       throwing   her   free   hand   over   her   chest   like   she’d   cracked   the   case.     ❝       you   were   totally   sneaking   down   here   for   this   exact   ice   cream,       weren’t   you?       ❞       her   tone   was   scandalized,       but   her   grin   gave   her   away.       ❝       mister     ‘cookie   dough   is   too   sweet’       caught   red-handed,     planning   a   midnight   spoon   heist.     unbelievable.       ❞       she   jabbed   the   spoon   at   him   like   she   was   presenting   evidence   in   court.     ❝       or       —    ❞       her   legs   swung   harder   against   the   cabinet   doors,       her   head   tilting   dramatically       —       ❝       maybe   you   were   about   to   build   some   kind   of   over-the-top   sundae.       whipped   cream,     sprinkles,     maybe   even   the   forbidden   maraschino   cherries.     don’t   think   i   forgot   the   funnel   cake   incident   at   the   boardwalk.       you   inhaled   that   thing   in,       like,       three   bites.     world   record   pace.     ❞

her   laugh   spilled   out,       bright   against   the   quiet   kitchen.     she   lived   for   the   way   his   mouth   twitched,       the   way   she   could   almost   see   the   crack   in   his   broody   armor.     ❝       face   it,       ❞       she   sighed,       spoon   clinking   back   into   the   carton   with   a   flourish.       ❝     you’re   just   mad   i   beat   you   to   it.       textbook   case   of   ice   cream   envy.       ❞       another   bite   disappeared   into   her   mouth   before   she   squinted   at   him,       spoon   wagging   in   mock   authority.       ❝     go   ahead,       deny   it.       i’ll   just   add   it   to   the   list   of   things   you   pretend   not   to   care   about       —     right   under   board   games,       trash   tv,       and   definitely   karaoke   night.     ❞       she   licked   her   spoon   clean   and   shrugged,       softer   now,       though   the   grin   never   faded.       ❝       besides…       i   couldn’t   sleep   anyway.       figured   the   fridge   was   less   judgmental   than   staring   at   the   ceiling.       ❞       she   twirled   the   spoon   again,       eyes   flicking   back   to   him   with   playful   challenge.       ❝       so   what’s   your   excuse,       fisher?       insomnia?     or   just   stalking   me   in   the   dark?     ❞

[2onrad]

a  flurry  of  words,    watching  as  he’d  finally  vacated  the  fridge  with  a  newfound  snack—  a  small  bowl  of  leftover  chicken  stowed  away  for  a  rainy  hour.    which  he’d  promptly  decided  had  been  when  the  clock  struck  midnight.      ❛❛    you  know  what  it  kinda  sounds  like,  taylor?    ❜❜      a  subtle  tilt  of  his  head,  brought  to  fruition  as  if  it  were  something  he’d  always  known  was  true.    nothing  too  far  out  of  reach,    hand  nudging  earthen  strands  of  hair  away  from  emerald  hues.      ❛❛    it  kinda  sounds  like  you’re  trying  to  memorize  everything  i  do  .  .  .  in  my  own  house?    ❜❜      a  gentle  timbre  accompanied  by  a  grin  hidden  from  the  world  most  days.    brought  to  light  typically  whenever  she’d  come  around,    and  there’d  been  the  off  time  in  which  he’d  caught  himself  smiling.    the  meaning  of  it—    brushed  away  and  sent  to  a  pit  of  nothingness.  without  meaning.

❛❛    so  maybe  i  should  be  the  one  concerned  about  the  uh,    you  know—    whole  stalking  thing.  ❜❜      the  nearest  cupboard  had  been  opened,  palm  cumbersome  with  the  very  bowl  he’d  suggested  she  use  for  her  frozen  endeavors  only  moments  prior.    held  up  and  wiggled  at  the  blonde,    before  he’d  set  it  down  right  adjacent  to  her.      ❛❛    use  a  bowl,  ice  cream  thief.    and  for  the  record?    funnel  cakes  are  on  the  same  level  as  cheese  cake,  alright?    ❜❜      feigned  seriousness  vanished  on  command,    settled  into  a  calming  chuckle.      ❛❛    but  it’s  gotta  be  strawberry,    and  it  has  to  have  whipped  cream.    cause  the  whipped  cream  kinda  dampens  the  sugar  a  little  bit?    ❜❜

[2onrad]

conrad fisher you are happy, bonrad you are together... but we really took the single page ending and put it on tv without expanding on it??? :/// i mean come ONNN... we hardly even got to see them the entire season. i can't be the only person right? why after having barely seen them the entire season - except for in flashbacks was bonrad'ss ending so CONDENSED? i'm happy but not satisfied??

[henryofwales]

Shaking his head, he said, “I was such a little geek.” “No, you weren’t!” Conrad threw me a look. “Stamp collecting. Chemistry set. Encyclopedia obsession.” “Yeah, but you made all of that seem cool,” I said. In my memory Conrad was no geek. He was older, smarter, interested in grown-up things.

[coleeffect]

what is wrong with you? you're making a scene.

the male shoots a glare at dylan from across the bonfire, but it's not really him he's looking at— it's the number 19 stitched on his brand new jersey. a number he thought his coach would never give out and his teammates would never wear. "that asshole is wearing my number, and i'm supposed to act like that's fine?" the words spill out of his mouth, anyone standing near by could probably smell the vodka coming off of his breath. it was unmistakable. but he gave up caring a long time ago. everyone already assumed the worst of him, so why not play the part? it wouldn't be a party without cole walter making an ass out of himself. "it's a party. what, can't i enjoy myself for once? everyone else is. you don't need to play helicopter parent, conrad. i already have two of those at home."

the mick prompts, still accepting.

[2onrad]

it’d   been   natural   of   him   to   hover,   far   too   keen   on   attempting   to   prevent   disaster   before   it   struck.   but   today,   he’s   just   trying   to   be   a   good   friend.   daggers   glared   across   flying   ambers,   a   thousand   words   said   without   a   single   word   being   murmured.   all   too   familiar   with   the   scent   of   inebriation   which   wafted   from   the   fallen   quarterback's   mouth.      ❛❛   cole,   ❜❜      that   wasn’t   even   the   half   of   it,   an   arm   loosely   slung   around   the   blonde’s   shoulders.   silently   pleading   to   be   seen   in   another   light.      ❛❛   i   know   you’re   pissed   man,   i’m   pissed   for   you   but—   ❜❜      emerald   hues   peer   around   the   campfire,   their   friends   and   classmates   alike.   scattered   around,   all   with   an   agenda—   some   with   a   goal   to   villanize   him   further   than   he   already   had   been.      ❛❛   i   just   don’t   want   you   to   fuck   up   infront   of   everyone,   ❜❜

[firstprinced]

[2onrad]

that moment/discussion between connie & adam at the resturant, ESPECIALLY the conclusion of it all is so much more important than initially thought. i think i'm gonna break it down.

[firstprinced]

[wakeupcalled]

" alright , are we going to keep doing this ? " maybe if they were getting somewhere in all of this and not going around in circles , he'd be a little more patient with this situation . but his love for @2onrad isn't going anywhere and only seems to be getting stronger the more time that passes and it's killing him that they're not back together yet . " are we just destined to go around in circles and let life pass us by ? i mean , come on , you know how i feel , con . i love you . why can't that just be enough for once in our lives ? "

[2onrad]

even   now,   he   can’t   quite   find   it   in   himself   to   look   at   him.   his   lips   part   to   speak,   and   instead   a   dying   hush   of   his   breath   departed.   as   if   he   no   longer   had   the   energy   to   fight   for   what   they’d   been   fighting   for   all   along.   the   right   to   love   each   other,   without   bounds   and   without   restriction.      ❛❛   i—   ❜❜       that   single   syllable,   strained   and   nearly   dead   at   the   tip   of   his   tongue.      ❛❛   i   just   don’t   know   what   you   want   me   to   say,   steven.   ❜❜       other   than   to   confess   the   very   thing   that   they   both   knew   was   true.   in   many   ways,   it   always   would   be.      ❛❛   i   love   you—   you   know   i   love   you,   i’ll   always   love   you.   ❜❜       he’s   keen   to   self   destruct,   tear   himself   down   if   it   meant   building   up   the   people   around   him.      ❛❛   i’m   just   going   to   hurt   you   again,   and   i   don’t   want   to   live   with   that   steven.   ❜❜       it   killed   him   to   stuff   what   remained   of   their   undying   love   into   suitcases,   and   flee   across   the   country.      ❛❛   i   can’t.   ❜❜ 

[summerwishes]

there  were  a  lot  of  things  wrong  here.  if  belly  had  to  sit  and  list  them  all,  she  was  afraid  of  what  she  might  discover.  perhaps,  it  is  why  she  is  impulsive  and  stubborn  in  moving  forward  with  his  engagement.  so  instead  stayed  preoccupied  with  nuptials,  bleeding  out  the  time  throughout  the  day  hoping  it  ends  sooner.  then  there  was  connie,  all  of  her  worries  seem  to  melt  away  within  his  presence.  the  whole  world  stopped,  really.  and  now  wished  time  would  move  slower,  (  so  she  could  stay  in  this  moment  )  whether  that  was  a  sign  from  the  universe,  best  the  future  bride  not  think  on  it  too  much. 

the   possibility   of   seeing   stars   hangs   in   big   brown   hues,   to   witness   them   with   the   one   who   understands   the   meaning   of   it.   the   beautiful   and   stunning   picture   that   wouldn't   hold   the   same   brush   to   canvas   value,   no   matter   how   long   the   brunette   has   tried   to   capture.   their   eyes   finally   lock   when   conrad   interrupts   the   chill   in   the   air   with   a   question,   she   cannot   contain   the   pitter   patter   in   her   own   chest.   it's   definitely   cold   out   here   now,   that's   what   it   was.   couldn't   be   anything   else.   ❝    um,   yeah,   it   is   a   bit   chilly   out   here,   i   think   that's   a   good   idea.   maybe   some   snacks   too.   .   .   or   i   can   just   get   them.   ❞    voice   is   small   towards   the   last   part,   a   pleading   smile   upon   guilty   lips.   feels   wrong   to   ask   for   more   of   him,   as   he's   done   plenty   already.   more   than   enough,   actually.

[2onrad]

❛❛   oh—   no,   no.   it’s   okay,   just   stay   here.   i’ll   be   right   back,   okay?   ❜❜      he   figured   it   was   the   least   he   could   do,   if   not   anything   else.   ensure   that   she’d   be   comfortable,   ready   and   warm.   for   the   minute   he   returned,   she’d   no   longer   be   his   responsibility.   the   distance   between   them   lengthened   rapidly,   lengthy   strides   carried   him   up   the   beige   sandy   beach   and   into   the   summer   house.   where   the   familiar,   and   somewhat   soothing   scent   of   couple   hour   old   baked   chicken   wafted   through   his   nostrils.   conrad   froze   in   the   doorway,   the   plate   of   crested   chicken   had   been   sat   on   the   kitchen   island   for   a   couple   of   hours   now.   half   tempted   to   snag   it,   but   he’d   been   too   familiar   with   her   earlier   protests   about   his   chicken.

instead,   opting   for   the   fruit   bowl   he’d   left   in   the   fridge.   an   array   of   sliced   berries   and   watermelon.   and   deep   within   the   pearly   white   cabinets,   he’d   snagged   a   pack   of   sour   patch   kids   he’d   subconsciously   saved   just   for   her.   when   he’d   arrived   back   on   the   beach,   he   had   an   arm   full   of   goodies.   including   a   navy   blue   stanford   hoodie,   and   a   zip   up   belonging   to   her.      ❛❛   i   brought   the   last   pack   of   sour   patch   kids—   and   some   fruits,   if   you   want   them.   ❜❜      anything   that   might   get   her   snacking   again.      ❛❛   and   i   figured   you’d   want   this,   ❜❜      he   sat   down   with   the   grey   sweater   in   palm.   offered   gently   with   a   batting   of   deep   emerald   hues.

[firstprinced]

[coleeffect]

you know, my whole life, football was everything. but… now it's just so… so what? exactly. nothing. this is an independent, selective, low activity roleplay blog for cole walter of ali novak's my life with the walter boys. book/show based. ADORED BY B (25, SHE&HER)

[2onrad]

plots for connie please ! ! give this a 💙 and i'll come and invade your dm's for some plotting.

[summerwishes]

isabel fisher & conrad fisher / @2onrad .

[stillsparkle]

𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫   𝐡𝐚𝐝   𝐚   𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐮𝐩   𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲   𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞   𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭   𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝   𝐭𝐨   𝐛𝐞.       case   in   point:       the   fisher   beach   house   kitchen   at   midnight,     raiding   the   fridge   like   she   owned   the   place.       her   hair   was   pulled   up   in   a   messy   bun,       oversized   sweatshirt   hanging   off   one   shoulder,     and   a   spoon   already   halfway   buried   in   a   carton   of   cookie   dough   ice   cream.       she   almost   dropped   it   when   she   turned   and   saw   @2onrad   standing   there,     all   broody   and   quiet   in   the   doorway   like   he   had   been   watching   her   for   a   solid   thirty   seconds.     typical   conrad.

❝       what?       ❞       she   asked,       feigning   innocence   as   she   shoved   a   heaping   spoonful   in   her   mouth.       ❝       don’t   look   at   me   like   that       —     i   know   for   a   fact   you   guys   weren’t   gonna   eat   this   anyway.       belly   probably   would’ve   forgotten   it   existed.       ❞       she   hopped   up   onto   the   counter,       legs   swinging,     spoon   in   hand   like   a   weapon.       ❝       you   want   some,     or   are   you   just   gonna   stand   there   acting   all   mysterious   and   judging   me?       ❞       she   teased,       squinting   at   him   dramatically.       ❝       oh   my   god,       wait       —     are   you   judging   my   midnight   snack   choices?       because   i   will   fight   you.       ❞       her   grin   was   wide,     daring   him   to   crack   a   smile,     because   if   there   was   one   thing   taylor   was   good   at,       it   was   not   letting   conrad   fisher   get   away   with   being   moody   for   too   long.

<3'd for a tsitp starter

[2onrad]

conrad   had   always   been   a   late   night   person,   a   certain   peace   about   the   beach   house   when   everyone   had   gone   to   bed.   no   longer   rummaging   through   hallways,   the   only   time   privacy   was   exactly   that.   for   him,   the   only   thing   on   the   itinerary   is   to   settle   the   hunger   swelling   in   the   pit   of   his   gut.   then,   get   back   to   bed   before   anybody   has   the   chance   to   wake   up   and   burden   him   with   extracurriculars.   rounding   the   corner,   he’d   drawn   to   an   absolute   halt.   the   last   thing   he   expected   to   see   was   the   blonde   rummaging   through   the   fridge,   arm   hung   up   on   the   door   frame.   watching   nearly   in   awe,   until   his   cover   was   blown   entirely.

❝   nothing,   ❞      he   started,   simply.   when   in   reality,   he’d   been   judging   more   than   not.      ❝   really?   i   mean,   what   if   i   was   literally   looking   forwards   to   that,   right   now?   ❞      far   too   sweet   for   his   choice   at   midnight,   but   he’d   been   saving   it   for   a   rainy   day.      ❝   don’t   worry,   ❞      there   it   is,   that   increasingly   hard   to   produce   grin   that   spread   itself   across   his   countenance.      ❝   i’m   not   gonna   take   any   of   my   ice   cream,   but   you   could   at   least   put   it   in   a   bowl.   why   are   you   awake,   anyways?   ❞      

[2onrad]

plots for connie please ! ! give this a 💙 and i'll come and invade your dm's for some plotting.

[winteroroctober]

Conrad looking out for Belly