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> 39 > he/his/him > sebastian stan
personalfull name > conrad reston campos-blythe.
prefers > con.
pronouns > he/his/him.
gender > male.
age > 39.
birthday > may 4th.
hometown > new york, ny.
education > master of education from nyu.
languages > english.
occupation > teen substance abuse counselor.
member group> animus.
spirit> Fix-it Felix
movie> wreck it ralph.
request? > yep.
family & platonicparents >
james blythe & pam blythesibling(s) >
shawn blythe - older brother.children >
one son, name unknown.other >
spencer (o'connor) blythe - sister-in-law.pets >
relationshipssexual orientation > bisexual.
romantic orientation > biromantic.
marital status > married.
ashton miguel campos-blythe.previous >
various men & women throughout adolescence.
personalityfavorite film > toy story.
favorite tv show > workaholics.
favorite book > where the wild things are.
favorite song > highway to hell
favorite emoji > ����♂️.
favorite color > forest green.
spicy food. bonfires. the beach. huge dogs. carnivals. sci-fi films. road-trips. building things/DIY projects. thunderstorms.dislikes >
centipedes. snow. scary movies. pessimism. huge crowds. small spaces. being angry. angry people.
abouttw: drug addiction
5 years old:
11 years old:
14 years old:
At first he used the stimulants only for school, pop one to study for a test, or to write a paper...but soon he followed his friends’ examples and was using extra for a high. It wasn’t that big of a deal. He and a group of pals would take a couple, only once in a while, to celebrate. And then it happened more often.
18 years old:
The addiction took hold quickly, but he managed it pretty well for a while. As he went into college (A full ride to New York University, thanks to his high marks) there was barely a time that he wasn’t high, but his grades stayed up. He still took his adderall for class and to study, still making high marks, still getting his education, while spending the rest of his time doing blow with friends, and participating in all the “fun” that college offered. Read: lots of drinking, drugs, parties, and sex.
It went on like that for five years, as he managed his way through class after class, then a short stint as a student teacher, and finally got his teaching degree. Before he’d even graduated from NYU, he managed to secure a job teaching elementary reading and english.
24 years old:
It felt like something he could keep doing indefinitely. He wasn’t as bad as he’d always been, so he convinced himself it was okay.
27 years old:
It was a 7 year old boy, and it was his.
She was clean, 6 years sober, and she wouldn’t let him meet his son until he was clean too. Conrad got angry at that, angry at her for taking so long to tell him, and at himself for barely realizing that she’d left school 7 years earlier. The anger took him where it always did, right to a line of white powder that could take the edge off. Then another, and then he burned the contact information she gave him and went out for more. He partied, he got high, he got careless, and he overdosed.
That was the first time his family learned the extent of his problem, and Conrad doesn’t have a memory worse than waking up in in the hospital to his parents’ sad eyes, seeing his little sister cry over him, and the strained look on his brothers’ faces. They were all supportive, they showed their love for him, expressed their desires for him to get better, told him they didn’t blame him for it….but he couldn’t help feeling judged, and embarrassed.
He lost his job - you can’t exactly be a drug addict and still be allowed teach young children - and it felt like all he’d worked towards his whole life was taken from him. Between that, his family’s concern, and knowing his son was out there, Conrad finally found some motivation to quit.
His parents helped send him to rehab, where he stayed for 90 days, a basic inpatient recovery program. Following the overdose, that was the first time he’d really been clean in about a decade. He suffered the withdrawal for the first time in a cushy facility, and managed to stay clean for about a month after he got out of rehab. Then he was confronted with the grim reality that he didn’t really have anything to do with his life. His career was over, he didn’t have other obvious skills, he couldn’t even reach out to his son. The depression got to him pretty quickly, and he relapsed just before reaching 4 months sober.
30 years old:
The longest stretch that he was clean during that time lasted about 10 months. After avoiding it for ages, Conrad finally caved and he got a sponsor. The man was close to his age, had a similar story, and had been successfully sober longer than Conrad could really wrap his mind around. Grant got him to the point where he was attending regular meetings, and even convinced him to let his mother hire him a therapist to talk to biweekly.
The problem came when he and Grant started hooking up. The attraction had been there from the beginning, part of what made Conrad agree, and it did turn into a real relationship...the first serious one that Con had ever had, but it was like breaking the cardinal rule of the program. Despite all of the caution against it, he and Grant both decided that their relationship was helping both of them stay sober. So they made the mistake of tying their sobriety to their relationship, and when it failed, they both relapsed. They were both addicts, both unpredictable and volatile people, so a little disagreement blossomed to a week long argument, then a full out yelling match that ended in both of them falling off the wagon. When the smoke cleared, they went their separate ways, and Conrad hopped back on the wagon for yet another try. Grant was starting over after 3 years of being clean, and that knowledge tore Conrad apart. Maybe that was what really changed things for him.
33 years old:
One of Conrad's coping mechanisms was the gym. If he got a craving or even just got too bored, he'd go work out, which meant that he ended up logging a lot of time at the gym, and cultivating a very enviable physical stature. It was there, on the weightlifting floor, that he'd been offered a modeling job at the local college. An instructor had seen him and asked him to pose for a class of art students as they studied the human form. It was an odd proposition, but Conrad had long lost any shame, and took the job. He needed the money, and it did sound kinda fun.
He hadn't expected it to be the best decision he'd ever made.
Their first encounter was the most cliche experience of his life, eyes meeting over Ash's paper as Con did his best to stand still, surrounded by eyes focused on each and every line of his body. He hadn't had any qualms about stripping down for the room of strangers, but something about that blue eyed blonde got his hands clammy and his heart stuttering.
Conrad had taken the initiative to ask for his number, then ask him out for coffee, and then dinner, and all the while they texted, Con would sit on his bed and his heart would swell as he got message after message from Ash...before realizing that he was falling fast, and that was terrifying.
It had only been a few months since he'd moved out here, since he'd been sober again, and the last time he'd fallen too hard it had messed up his sobriety, and Grant's, too. So he may have spiraled, just a little bit. It was one line of coke, barely anything compared to what it could be, and he'd hated himself right away, even as the high rushed through him. He flushed the rest before he could be tempted to do more.
The relapse tore him up inside and he threw himself back into the program, putting a little distance between himself and Ashton in the meantime, not knowing how to navigate those feelings and his sobriety without linking them together. It was only when he told this whole story in an NA meeting that an older man, Randy, pulled him aside afterward and knocked a little sense in him. Of course things had gone badly, because he'd broken the rules, he'd made some bad choices, and that sponsor hadn't been a good fit for him. Randy seemed put-out, but with a certain fondness that had him offering to be Conrad's new sponsor, "so long as you don't try to sleep with me."
The old man was a little abrasive, and had the mouth of a sailor, but he was the firm and unyielding presence that Conrad needed in that role, and that gave him peace of mind. Enough so that he reached back out to Ashton, told him everything, and found that despite the baggage, he still wanted him.
With a new commitment to doing things the right way, to a relationship with Ashton, and with the help of his new sponsor, Conrad finally reached one year clean, then two, and then three.
While his unfortunate track record kept him from getting back into teaching, Randy used some connections to get him in the door to volunteer at a local rehab for teens. It wasn’t long before he started making bonds with them, able to see himself, his mistakes, in their lives, and relate to them in ways other counselors - people who hadn’t been teen addicts - couldn’t relate to them. It felt like finally finding his place, and after a few counseling courses to supplement his master’s degree, they hired him full time to run group therapy and keep up with the teens in outpatient care.
37 years old:
spirit relationAside from a cheery disposition and generally optimistic outlook, Conrad relates to Felix by the sense of responsibility that they share. While Felix was created with the purpose of fixing things and making them better, Conrad came into life as the cleanup crew behind his brother's mess, and developed a sense of needing to take care of things and keep them in order. These days he's nurtured that trait into a more relaxed attitude towards not necessarily fixing, but at least improving the lives of the young people he works with.
Throughout his life, whether in school, or with his eventually sustained sobriety, Conrad also exhibits Felix's dedication and "try, try again" attitude towards problems. Like Felix, he generally sets out with good intentions, and is inherently a good person, but sometimes he manages to get in over his head.
Finally, Conrad's love of building, creating, and fixing things is a direct nod to the character he personifies.
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