#conradfish3r

[unitcd]

@conradfish3r liked for a jeremiah starter.

"So, are we gonna talk about it or what?" Jeremiah knew that Conrad knew exactly what he was alluding to. "We JUST had a talk about telling each other everything, even if it pisses the other person off." They needed to get this shit out in the open so no one could hold it over the other. "It's not like I did it to spite you, if that's what you're thinking."

[storminmyveins-archived]

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑟𝑎𝑑 woke up and chose violence. @conradfish3r ❝ Pretty sure I told you to drop it. ❞

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚋𝚗𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 repeating the words he just said to her. It's no secret that when it comes to the Fisher brothers that Taylor has a favorite and surprise ; Conrad ranks last. And moments like this do not help his case whatsoever.

❝ Pretty sure I don't take orders from you , Connie.❞ When it comes to the heart of her best friend of course Taylor is going to fight for her. And right now it seems that Conrad is doing nothing but bringing her down ; bringing everyone down. No one knows why because he won't talk about it.

❝ Have you perhaps considered yanking the stick out of your ass because then maybe, just maybe you could be having fun with the rest of us instead of acting like a big ol' dark rain cloud just floating by.❞

Of course she knows her words won't win her points with him either, but at this point Taylor had no fucks to give. Her field of fucks was barren and she was not a big fan of this attitude.

[summerwishesarchived]

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss .

MEME / @conradfish3r / always accepting.

whoever thought playing a drinking game was a great idea, didn't know the true turmoil that history carried. numerous shots were consumed, losing count of how many it was. time became abstract, paying no mind or care of the minutes or hours floating by. distracted by the game, all in her efforts to be victorious. the rules were simple : the person left standing would win bragging rights, and for one day gets to boss the others around. belly was a competitive soul at heart, and so was the raven haired man sitting across her, looking mighty gorgeous she’s had to pull herself into check more times than she can remember tonight. brown hues are drawn to the sun, even in the dark the stars don't compare. jeremiah was the first one to pass out on the couch, he started earlier than them. the other one, conrad's frien...girlfriend bailed on them too and went to bed. they're the last two standing. “ bathroom break! " surprising even herself isabel had made it up the stairs unscathed, despite her orbit doing cartwheels around her. it's been a few minutes and she's waddling her way down the steps, colliding in to something solid half way. not something, someone. her face lit up the goofiest grin when she saw his face, his arms caging her, steadying her against the wall. “ you don’t know when to quit, do you? ” she heard him say or something along the lines. maybe it was the alcohol, maybe its his fault for being born with a face like that, definitely the latter. all of her sensible choices went out the window, as if he possessed her to say bold things she wouldn't have had she not drank. to openly declare the pounding in her chest for a sign of longing, its either a dream or a nightmare she'd wake up to tomorrow. her eyes betray her first when they stare fixedly at his lips, wetting her own lips. " what will i get if i quit? " now meeting his eyes, a touch of coy in her tone.

[guiltye]

i can tell you're mad. @ luna

she takes the swell of her lower lip between her teeth, gnawing and gnawing through the pit of anxiety that swims in her stomach. her gaze burns to the horizon, through the thicket labyrinth of trees, because it's easier than having to face conrad and remind herself that he is here. he isn't on the ark, safely tucked away with the rest of humanity to sit comfortably while they wait for the delinquents to report back their vitals. he isn't safely nested in his home, where his bed waits for him, where he doesn't have to crave out the survival instinct that is crucial to survive on the ground.

with a jut within her jaw, finally luna finds some semblance of strength to face him head on when she hears the scratch of his timbre, warming her all the way down to her bones. she hates that even now, he brings some semblance of comfort; a familiarity that she lacks within the abyss of delinquents. "what the hell are you doing here?" she asks, as if he has any control over his fate; as if the ark does not condemn who they feel and damn the rest. it's easier to pretend that he did this to himself, that he could have avoided this outcome had he just participate in her arrest. "you shouldn't be here, conrad."

she remembers the moment that she was able to pick him out from the crowd, standing just a little taller than the rest of the delinquents; or maybe she could know him with her eyes closed. either way, she remembers how the warm hum of adrenaline diluted into staled nerves when she realized that he wasn't on the ark; he's down here. with the rest of them. "why..." she sighs out, approaching slightly with exhaustion bleeding to the surface of her features. "why couldn't you just have arrested me, con?" she asks, brows knitting as she stares up to his tall stature. "you could've avoided all of this mess."

[sacrifatal]

@conradfish3r

sometimes, it literally felt like her entire mind, body, everything... was on autopilot around conrad now. like she had to be careful, knowing she had to be careful. conrad didn't care about her, didn't love her, probably never did. if she didn't accept it soon, she would lose herself more than she already had.

❛  where were you last night?  ❜

belly's eyes are cast down to the floor, wheels turning in her brain fighting to remove all emotion and surprise from her face before she looked at him. god, could her heart at least stop pounding in her ears and give her a fighting chance? her head lifts slowly, lips tight with eyes that she willed to look hard and cold, just like him. " i don't think that's any of your business, anymore. is it? "

[bchemianrhapscdy]

"Why didn't you just tell me?" for jere

Staring at his brother, Jeremiah was unsure what to say. He wanted to yell at him, yet that wasn't who he was. The truth was, he felt still so hurt about what happened last summer, about the way he admitted his love for Belly to him and kinda ask him to not be in their way. Only to end up hurting her badly.

"Tell you what? That I still have feelings for her? That you tricked me into giving you guys my blessing?" he asked, his guard up as if Conrad was trying to break through it any second. "I knew you would break her heart. It's just what you do." he spoke. He was being a little unfair right now but who could blame him? He was terribly hurt.

[5arah]

c’mon, i’ll drive you home. - @conradfish3r

RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS (1/?) - accepting !

GLANCING over at conrad, a sigh slipped from her lips as she started to shake her head. ❝ i'm fine, really. ❞ she whispered, though she felt far from fine. it wasn't that she didn't need a ride home or that she couldn't use it, but she didn't even really know where that was. all she wanted was to be back on that deserted island where everything seemed much more simple. there was no chasing gold, there was no one after them that they knew of, and they were just happy. she couldn't actually say those words aloud though.

❝ i don't have anywhere to actually go. ❞ sarah admitted, eyes falling to the ground as a feeling of shame traveled through her. ❝ i was probably going to wait until really late and just sneak on to a boat to sleep for the night so you don't need to drive me anywhere. ❞

[unitcd]

dude , you're not driving my car , no shot.

"That's funny that you think you have a choice in whether or not I'm driving it. MOM already said i could." Jeremiah dangled the keys in Conrad's face before sticking his tongue out. "Kiss my ass, Connie. I am SO taking the Range Rover!" Susannah had already left the room, so she couldn't hear the taunting.

[storminmyveins-archived]

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑟𝑎𝑑 seems to be a bit cranky ... @conradfish3r ❝ Why are you the way you are ❞

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚊𝚍 , and yet the question comes with this kind of tone that Jere tries to decipher. Is he hung over? Did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Did he pour orange juice in his cereal? Or was it just a mood ?

To take the high road is something his mother would be more approving of but he and Conrad have been at odds for a moment now. And he's not feeling very high road-ish in the moment.

❝ They say that a first born child could leave cells and dna in the womb thus transferring to the second child so I guess by that logic...it could be blamed on you.❞ A forced smile comes across his face as he looks up at his older brother, but it is a quick cast. He let's his eyes fall back to the paper he was reading -- or at least gazing over to pretend to be busy and avoid his older brother's cranky vibe.

Seems it didn't work ; Conrad still had to ask.

[summerwishesarchived]

❛  you can do it, just a little more.  ❜

conrad : @conradfish3r / meme / always accepting.

you can do it. just a little more. his name like a prayer descending between teeth, between flesh and bone. first it was his mouth, than his fingers, now blasphemy her vibrator. he's making it his goal to wreck her. she already came twice, a third one impending. how does this happen? belly conklin had brought up a girl in her class who told the story of how many consecutive orgasms she had in one night. belly couldn't believe it, much so she was gossiping to conrad about what she heard and he took it upon himself to discard any doubt from her mind. he had been coming to her dorm more and more, not that belly wasn't elated to have a piece of him where she could get it. " fuckfuckfuck! " her legs shook with a fervor like the last, sensitive level a all time high when she arched her back, features warped equal parts pleasure and pain as her eyes were shut tight, squirming with conrad sitting up behind her, holding her in place. with a final cry of rapture bursting past lips, head inclined back to rest against conrad’s chest where she laid spent in his arms. she was sure her sheets were soaked now, though that was no concern of hers right then. showing a near dopey smile resembling a satisfied kitty. " lemme rest for a minute. just one minute..." she said, dowsing off.

[floripire]

' hard to imagine you'd ever be boring. '

looking for alaska // @conradfish3r

compared to mystic falls, cousins beach feels like another world entirely. a happy world, and part of flori feels bad for bringing the preternatural into it. but needs must, and so here she is, looking every bit the summer tourist: sunglasses perched atop her head, dark hair falling over her shoulders in waves instead of weaved together in a braid, sporting very short gym shorts, comfortable shoes and a thin sweater.

according to the programs she'd been running, a guy and a girl matching connor fell and dana lilien's descriptions had been seen here. they'd skipped town together and floribeth had followed them to make sure they wouldn't be leaving crimson trails throughout the country or expose themselves to humans; it would be a thankless job, no doubt, but one that had to be done.

floribeth ends up wandering to the boardwalk, drawn to it - as always - by the sound of games.

she stops at the basketball toss, watching as a floppy haired guy nails the throw about three times in a row with a fond smile. he reminds her a bit of landon kirby, except landon's not white and his hair is curlier. his show of athleticism reminds her of jed, too.

"do you want to try it out?" the guy is speaking to her now, shaking her out of her reverie.

"no, that's okay. thank you for asking though. i think it'd be pretty boring, watching me fail at this fifty thousand times. i'm... better at video games by far."

"hard to imagine you'd ever be boring," he says, and the remnants of blood in her system make it so that her cheeks heat up pleasantly at the compliment as she gives him a warm smile.

before she can say anything else, her phone beeps. floribeth checks the text and the smile slips off her face as her eyebrows knot together.

"i'm sorry, i've gotta go," floribeth stammers. "good luck with the whole..." she mimes throwing a basketball. then she turns on her heel and walks away, still clutching her phone.

[ofblackskies]

Exhaustion. As Coach blew the whistle and hollered for everyone to hit the showers, Greenberg collapsed on the grass instead. He didn't know how the suicide runs had started. One minute they were all doing drills together, and the next Coach was hollering at him, 'Greenberg! Not like that! Suicides until I say stop!' And then... he hadn't said stop. At all. Honestly, Ollie wasn't even sure he could move at this point, "Hey @conradfish3r? Gimme a hand up? I think I might die here." Ollie asked, hopeful as he raised a hand to try and get some help.

[lereveur-arch]

@conradfish3r gets a short starter. 💙

summer was always a time during which margot could find some peace of mind and tune everything else out that bothered her all day long. just one week of carefree time was enough for her to regain some of the energy she usually lost during her sleepless nights so she tried to enjoy it as best as she could. it was the one time of the year where she could catch herself in wishful thinking. what would or could her life look like if she made different descisions, was she happy with the directions she took, was there something she would change now that she knew where it got her?

“ connie how do you know if you're happy with your life? ” the blonde turned her head to face the other, hoping he had some unusual wisdom to share. margot never really experienced happiness before so she didn't even know if the way she was feeling was the way she was supposed to be feeling. surely conrad had it figured out. . . or did he?

[sacrifatal]

❛  is it my fault?  ❜ @ taylor

@conradfish3r

taylor's spoon clinks against the counter of the kitchen, a sound escaping her that leaked with sarcasm, halfway between a laugh and a sigh. " you're actually asking me that? of all people? " coffee mug is in hand as she turns to face him, eyes squinting accusingly. if looks could kill. " who else's fault would it be, conrad? i mean, seriously? you broke belly's heart and ... " hesitation, something familiar lingering in the air and giving her some major deja vu. " and you're obviously only upset now that she's trying to move on. "

[bchemianrhapscdy]

"Helloooo? Earth to ___?" @ jere

Snapping out of his thoughts, the ones circulating around Belly again, Jeremiah brought his focus to his brother. Conrad. He had no idea how long the other had been talking to him, not when Belly was around, looking so beautiful.

"Sorry man, what's up?" he asked, giving out a smile to pretend he hadn't been absent at all.

[doucefiction]

❛  isn't it ironic?  ❜ / steven

leaning against the doorframe, steven allows himself to wrap his arms across his chest. the question feels charged, as though there is a right and wrong answer — and steven has never been a big fan of getting things wrong. ❝ i am pretty sure life is ironic, ❞ he replies, gaze focused on the ocean for a second before it flickers towards conrad. ❝ which part are we talking about, exactly? you're gonna have to be a bit more clear than just it, dude. ❞ steven admits, shaking his head as he notices his sister and taylor walking in the distance. ❝ though if you are talking about what i think you are... it's not ironic, con. it's just... timing and miscommunication. i don't think you want me to tell you that though so- yup, fucking ironic. ❞