#2onrad

[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

[everdawn]

@2onrad sent: 🚿 to join TAYLOR in the shower

WAS there a better feeling than a long, hot shower after a long day ? taylor was convinced the answer was no, although bubble baths were highly comparable. the stream of steamy water was enough to satisfy her current needs, however, and she sighed contently as the water rid her of sand, salt and anything else that she'd picked up while at the beach. fingertips had already massaged floral smelling shampoo and conditioner into her hair, thus all she had left was body wash. as she reached for the bottle, however, the shower curtain was pushed back and she felt someone step up behind her. there wasn't much question as to who it was, but the femme turned anyway and let her lips curve into a sultry smile.  ❛❛ perfect timing, ❜❜ she declared, holding the bottle out towards conrad.  ❛❛ i could actually use some help. ❜❜

[storminmyveins-archived]

@2onrad said " 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. " for jeremiah

𝐽𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦 ; if more than anything he simply wanted to be left alone. And yet here is Conrad telling him to get over himself. A heavy sigh escapes him, his hand going through his own hair with a frown.

❝ I'm really not wanting to fight with you today, Con. If it's really important to you then get back to me maybe tomorrow. ❞ but even then he would like to avoid the confrontation for as long as possible.

[story1ines]

i lie here, staring at the ceiling, the soft hum of the fan above doing nothing to quiet the storm in my chest. every inch of me is tense, coiled with questions i can’t answer and truths i’m terrified to face. conrad is next to me, so close i can feel the warmth of him through the sheets, the faint rise and fall of his chest, and it’s maddening. because being near him should feel safe, comforting, even familiar but instead it feels like stepping into a storm i’ve spent years trying to avoid. i want to reach for @2onrad, to touch him, to lean into the safety of his presence, but something heavier than fear holds me back. the weight of everything unsaid presses down on my ribs, making each breath a deliberate effort, like i’m inhaling shards of glass with every heartbeat. i think about the last time we were this close, about all the nights i’ve spent lying awake, replaying every look, every word, every small gesture that told me he felt the same way i did. and yet here we are, tangled in sheets and silence, and i still don’t know what he wants from me, from us. it’s unfair, maybe even cruel, to be this vulnerable with someone when the rules aren’t clear, when i can’t read his mind or predict what will happen if i give in to what i feel. every nerve in my body is screaming for him, for the warmth of his hand, the brush of his lips, the soft certainty of him saying what i’ve been aching to hear for so long. and at the same time, every part of me is terrified that if i let myself fall, there’ll be no one to catch me, that the ground will give way and we’ll both end up shattered.

i feel the pull of him, the invisible thread that has always tied me to him, stronger now than ever. and it makes my chest ache, makes my stomach twist with longing and frustration. i want clarity. i need clarity. i need to know what he expects of me, what he sees when he looks at me, what he imagines when he reaches for me. i need to know that he’s not just here because it’s convenient, or because it feels right in this moment, but because he wants me in every messy, complicated, impossible way that i want him. the questions crash through me, relentless, impossible to quiet, and finally, after too many seconds of suffocating in silence, the words find their way out. ❝ conrad, do you even know what it’s been like? do you know how it feels to cross an entire ocean and still feel like your heart is tethered to someone you can’t fully reach? i came here thinking distance would dull the ache, thinking i could finally live without carrying the shadow of you everywhere i go, and yet here you are, dripping rain onto my floor, filling my apartment with everything i never wanted to feel again, and i can’t escape it. i can’t hide from it. ❞

i move closer to him, trembling, not knowing if i’m moving toward confrontation or surrender, but i can’t stop. ❝ and do you remember the night i begged you? ❞ i press my palms to the edge of the bed, leaning in just enough that the heat between us feels unbearable. ❝ do you remember the way i stood there with my whole heart in my hands, asking you to stay, asking you to fight, asking you to love me the way i loved you, and you just walked away? ❞ my voice shakes, almost breaking, and i turn my head, forcing him to look at me. ❝ you left me with nothing but questions and emptiness, and a thousand fragments of myself scattered across places you’ll never know, and i carried all of it alone. ❞ my shoulders hunch, and i wrap my arms around myself for a brief, futile shield, as if holding in my own pieces could somehow protect me. ❝ i carried it through summers, through years, through every lonely morning i thought i could pretend didn’t hurt. ❞ i close my eyes, inhale sharply, then let it out slowly, my hands sliding down to grip the blanket at my knees. ❝ and every time i think i’ve made it through, you show up again, reminding me that none of it was enough to make you stay, none of it was enough to make you see me. ❞ my eyes snap open, piercing him, and i step just a little closer, the tremor in my legs barely contained. ❝ you broke me, conrad. you broke me, ❞ i whisper, my voice low but fierce, hands resting flat against his chest, feeling the pulse beneath my fingers, the weight of him anchoring the chaos in my chest. ❝ and the worst part is that even now, when i’m standing here, on the other side of the world, with my own life, my own city, my own breaths, part of me still wants you. ❞ i lean my forehead against his shoulder, closing my eyes for a second, then pull back just enough to meet his gaze. ❝ part of me still wants to believe that if you told me you loved me, if you swore you would never leave again, i would forgive you instantly. ❞ i press my hand over my heart, clutching at the ache that hasn’t faded, my other hand resting lightly against his arm. ❝ and i hate myself for it. i hate myself for still wanting you, for still needing you, for still letting my heart remember what my mind is screaming to forget. ❞ i take a shuddering breath, sliding back a fraction, letting the space between us hold the weight of everything i’ve just said until i ask him the question, the one question that will either make us or break us. ❝ tell me, what are you expecting, conrad? what do you want? ❞

[story1ines]

taylor jewel had never been good at sitting still when her mind was restless, and being around conrad fisher made her feel like her thoughts were constantly running in circles. it was exhausting, how much space he took up inside her without even trying. she wanted to tell herself it was just another crush, the same as all the others she’d had, fleeting and shallow. but it wasn’t. @2onrad wasn’t easy to brush off, because he wasn’t easy at all. he was complicated, heavy with silences and shadows, but that only pulled her in more. taylor could feel herself bending around him, wanting his attention in ways she couldn’t disguise. it scared her, how badly she wanted to matter to him, how much she studied his face for any flicker of interest. when she caught him looking at her, even for a second, she felt dizzy with the possibility that maybe she wasn’t imagining it all. and when he drifted away into himself, she ached with the absence of something she wasn’t even sure she ever had.

❝ you’re acting like you’ve got me all figured out, ❞ she said one night, her voice sharper than she meant. ❝ like you think you know what i care about, or don’t care about. but you don’t, conrad. you don’t know half of it. ❞ she hated the tremor in her voice, but she kept going anyway. ❝ you look at me like i’m shallow, like i only care about the surface stuff. yeah, maybe i play that part sometimes, but that’s not all there is. i wish you’d see past it. i wish you’d try. ❞ she leaned back on her hands, forcing herself to hold his gaze. ❝ you make it so hard to know where i stand with you. one minute, you’re miles away, and the next, it feels like you’re right here, closer than anyone. do you have any idea how confusing that is? ❞ she laughed, but it was bitter, nervous. ❝ god, i probably sound ridiculous. you don’t owe me anything. i know that. but you— ❞ she stopped, swallowing hard. ❝ you make me care. and i hate that, because i don’t know if you ever will. ❞ the words hung in the air heavier than she expected, heavier than she was ready for. and yet, she didn’t regret them. for once, she had said the thing she was always too afraid to say.

[valeriosinos]

𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆. ❪yet another one of these noises. echoed through airport space. whatever the fuck those noises are. he never knew. never really cared either. especially now ── when all he could focus on, was the blanketing reality of summer actually ending. summer is actually ending. hard cut of camera. all that unimportant shit. this shit sucks. airpods sunk into his ears. dark shades, seeped over his eyes. using music to distract himself, from the truth. the cold hard fucking truth. 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐊. down into his seat. sank down like a sack of bricks, slumped into it. dark length of curls bundled lightly behind him and plush seat. 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠. first class was an option but he just── wants to get this "traveling" shit over with already. economy class is never an option. slowest scroll, of camera, towards the left ── toward the stranger, toward @2onrad's neighboring direction. one that was sat, next to the curly sink of despair. one who was currently digging his attentions, into the phone screen, within his hand❫ . .

[summerwishes]

affair au

some meme / @2onrad

there  was  nothing  more  dangerous  than  staying  in  the  same  room  as  conrad  fisher,  apparent  by  the  half  tilted  smile  she  has  to  reel  in  with  her  teeth  upon  lower  lip,  as  though  that  were  going  to  help  the  desire  to  give  in.  say  yes,  because  going  another  day  without  him  was  killing  her.  imagine by the subtle pleading he was the same. but  so  would  be  delaying  the  inevitable  and  leaving  again  anyway,  it  all  hurts just  the  same.  if  their  love  was  guilty  as  sin,  belly  doesn't  ever  wanna  be  right.  jere  was  expecting  her  home,  or  at  least  that's  what  she  told  him  when  she  made  these  plans  with  a  friend  he  didn't  know,  the  less  he  knew  the  better,  but  he  didn't  care  to  ask  either,  thankfully  it  worked  in  the  brunette's  favor. 

❝   i  dont  wanna  leave  here  either.  .  .  but  con-  -  -  how  would  i  explain  it  to  him?  ❞  your  husband,  belly.  you  can  say  it.  but  she  elects  to  keep  his  name  from  being  mentioned.  ❝   you  know  if  i  could,  i'd  stay  here  with  you  forever.  ❞  can  feel  his  breath  nipping  at  the  skin  along  her  neck,  causing  goosebumps  to  light  up  her  flesh.  ❝   i want nothing more.  ❞ doesn't  make  any  sudden  movements,  allows  herself  the  pleasure  of  being  entangled  within  his  arms  until  their  time  runs  out  and  she  has  to  walk  out  the  door,  back  to  someone  she  doesn't  love,  not  as  she  loves  his  oldest brother.