#bookimagine

Pairing: Conrad Fisher x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff at the end

I woke up from all sweaty and drool was all over my pillow. Gross. I wasn’t gonna go to sleep anytime soon it was 2:24 am. I looked out my window and saw someone standing on the porch. My first thought was holy shit a strangers on our porch! but looking at the silhouette closely it was Conrads. Huh weird why would he be up late? I walked out of the room grabbing a hoodie that was by my door and walked out. The sky was beautful it was clear and the stars were shining so bright they were like diamonds in the sky. I stood by for a bit a few feet away from Con admiring him in the slight glow of the stars. He was beautful painfully beautful actually. I didn’t even notice how long I stood there for until he spoke up “Didn’t your mom ever teach you staring was rude?” he said in an amused voice. I swear the boy has eyes on the back of the head.

“Actually no, she didn’t. What are you doing up?”

“I couldn’t sleep. What about you? Don’t you have a bedtime?”

“Ha ha very funny Fisher. I woke up and I won’t be getting sleep anytime soon” I said walking over to stand by him.

We stood in silence a bit. It was a bit awkward to be completely honest he’s been M.I.A for practically the whole summer either drinking half the time or being around Belly. I missed hanging out with everyone as a group. Before this summer the five of us would at least talk or play board games but now it felt like everyone was off doing something else. I missed hanging out with conrad more specifically out of everyone I felt the closest with him. I wasn’t sure if the feelings were reciprocated but at least we had talked in the past now it felt like there was never a chance to. I was snapped out of my thoughts when “We don’t talk much anymore do we? You’ve been spending a lot of time with Jere instead.” Con said.

Ok so we’ve established Conrad most definitely has eyes on the back of his head but is he a freaking mind reader too?!

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’ve asked you to hang out with us before but you declined.” Conrad looked a little hurt when I pointed out that we’ve been distant but it was the truth I’d asked him multiple times to go down on a muffin run or to go swimming but he’d always declined instead opting to go get drunk or high.

“I’ve had things on my mind.” I could feel he was shutting himself down

“Things like what? You know that if you ever wanted to talk I would be here for you. Always and forever? just like when we were kids.”

He looked annoyed when I mentioned that. “Always and forever? That’s bullshit. I see you’ve been hanging out with Jere the second you got here. You guys have been doing everything together!”

“Conrad are you serious I’ve literally asked you multiple times to hang out you’ve been the one to decline not me you.” I could feel myself losing my temper. I came out here so maybe I could try to get Conrad to talk about what had been going on but now it just felt like a mistake.

“Whatever why don’t you go back inside to Jeremiah. He might be getting anxious being away from you so long” Conrad said in a mocking voice.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean“ you said confused.

“It means exactly what it sounds like you should get back to your lover.” Lover? What the actual fuck?

“Jeremiah’s my best friend. He’s not my ‘lover’”

“Sure doesn’t seem like it.” His voice steady but it felt like he was jealous. Wait no way Conrad Fisher couldn’t be jealous. Conrad Fisher only had eyes for Isabel Conklin. Right?

“I don’t get it you’re literally with Belly if you’re not drunk or high. Why are you complaining about who I spend my time with?”

He paused for moment. He seemed to want to choose his words carefully. “With Belly…it’s not the same as it is with you and you’ve been with Jeremiah that it feels like we’re not the same anymore. That you might like Jeremiah.”

“Jeez and I thought you were the smart one of us. I like you, I’ve liked you since I first saw you when you accidentally ran into me and your muffin stained my favorite shirt, I’ve liked you since you looked up at me and continuously apologized and offered me the last muffin you had to make up for it. I’ve liked you since we danced to our favorite song, when we swam in the ocean at 2am, or when we got lost when you tried to teach me how to drive. But I knew I was utterly in love with you when you made me feel safe when I was 15 and I had my first panic attack. You had talked about sailing and how we would go down early in the morning to go see a sunrise together and then get our muffins. And the sunrise that we saw was the best one because that was when I had thought to myself that you were the only one for me. So no it is different with Jeremiah and I because he’s my best friend. But you, Conrad you’re my sun and you’re the only one for me.”

Conrad looked at me stunned. For once I caught him off guard but for what price? I was right he had eyes only for Belly. I mean who wouldn’t she was gorgeous and incredible in general. I felt my eyes getting watery and I felt my cheeks get hot with embarrassment. I could feel myself choking up. I turned away. I wouldn’t let myself cry in front of him. I would get shit from the boys for a whole month. As I walked away a warm hand grabbed my wrist. I couldn’t even process what was happening. All I could tell you was that I had tears running down my face but my lips were touching a pair of soft lips. Conrads lips. Then just as quick the lips touched mine they were gone. Conrad Fisher had just kissed me.

“Wha-“ I was cut off by his voice.

“I love you.” He was out of breathe from kissing me but he was smiling. He wiped my tears away and laughed while doing so.

“Still a crybaby huh?”

“You’re such a jackass you know that.” I smiled so did he. And then we kissed once more. Before he pulled away.

“You know you look beautiful in my hoodie.” He had a light dust of blush as he said it. So did my cheeks though. I looked down and I saw I had been wearing his rowing hoodie he had given me a few summers ago when I was cold.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for that hoodie” He said laughing

“Well finders keepers losers weepers” I said.

“But you didn’t fi-“

Just as he was responding protesting against what I said since it was his favorite hoodie. I kissed him. And he let me.

Conrad Fisher x Reader

Summary: Jeremiah makes you come to a party, and a guy starts hitting on you and gets too close and Conrad comes to help you, and you even get your first kiss.

Warnings: Swearing, cigarettes and beer is mentioned, drunk guy is touchy.

Authors Note: This is my first request ever and I’m truly honored that I even got a request so I really hope that everyone likes it<3 -S

You’d just arrived at the beach for the big start of summer party. The music was blaring and it already gave you headache. You didn’t even want to come to the party. Tonight was supposed to be a night where you could do a face mask and finish your book you’d been reading. But that was ruined when Jeremiah wouldn’t stop pestering you to come to the party.

“Come on y/n, you just turned 16 are you really gonna stay in your room doing nothing?” Jeremiah says while pouting.

“I wouldn’t be doing nothing I’d be reading and doing self care jackass.” You say annoyed. Needless to say he wouldn’t leave you alone eventually leaving you with no choice but to come.

As soon as you got there Jere supposedly went to get you a drink but really he saw a few hot girls near the drinks table and wanted to flirt, leaving you stranded. You muttered to yourself about how you’d get Jere back in the morning. You looked around to find a secluded spot and instead of finding that spot your eyes locked with a certain blue eyed boy rough housing with your brother Steven. You smiled fondly looking at the said boy as he returned the smile. Steven had stopped obviously noticing that Conrad had been distracted by something.

“Bro Conrad, what are you looking at?” Steven said confused.

“Nothing.” Conrad said still looking at you with a subtle smile.

Steven knew he was distracted but didn’t bother looking at who Conrad had been distracted by, he figured it was just another pretty girl passing by. Not knowing that the pretty girl that Conrad had been looking at was you.

As soon as Steven looked away Conrad mouthed to you “hey” you laughed waving to him.

You walked away after finding a spot near the bonfire, grabbing a beer on your way to the spot. You’d never been a huge fan of drinking but on occasions you’d do it.

Since you rarely ever came to the parties you were pretty much left alone. All the people you knew were either occupied with something or someone for Jeremiah’s case. You wished you had brought your book had you known you’d be by yourself. But the one thing that helped was Conrad watching you. By now you’d caught him at least three times looking at you. Not saying that you weren’t guilty of looking at him either. These gazes had been going on for a while. Either at the dinner table while everyone was laughing at a Jeremiah’s joke, how Conrad would look over at you to see if you were laughing, or how the “accidental” touches made the both of you blush. You just wondered when either of you would actually act-

“Hey” An unfamiliar spoke up snapping you out of thoughts. Honestly you had no interest with socializing with a boy right now so you tried to ignore him but he seemed persistent.

“Hey! Excuse me?”

You looked up irritated. It was a boy you’d never seen before.

“Oh yeah sorry , I just didn’t hear you over the music.” you say clear irritation lacing your voice. But either that boy chose to ignore the obvious annoyance or is clueless because he took you responding as an invitation to sit down. He sat down close. Close enough to make you slightly uncomfortable causing you to move slightly. He still seemed clueless to your uncomfortableness.

“I saw you when you came to the party you look really hot babe.” Stranger dude says. You visibly cringed at that.

“Don’t call me babe.” You say anger hinting in your voice.

“Oh and attitude I like it I’m Clay.” He says holding out his hand so you could shake it. You hesitantly shake it saying “I’m …y/n.”

“That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl.” Clay says while kissing your hand. You tried pulling your hand out of his grip but it was too strong.

“You wanna get out of here babe?” He says as he pulls you closer almost on to his lap. You start to panic. Your hands start to shake and fear starts to paralyze you.

“No, get off of me!” You shout.

“Aw come on babe you’re gonna like“ He’s cut off mid sentence by a familiar boys voice. A voice you find comfort in.

Conrad had been looking for you to ask if you’d want to go home since he knew you were probably getting bored. But as he found you he noticed that Clay was next to you and alarms rang in his head. He could see that you were uncomfortable and Clay didn’t care enough to stop.

“She said no so get your fucking hands off of y/n.” Conrad’s voice rang out with anger and you could find yourself calming down. Conrad comes to grab you and guide you behind him. But as you’re standing up Clay pulls you back.

“Come on Connie we’re just having some fun.” Clay says. You could see Conrad trying not to lose his temper but it’s proves as useless once Clay says “You can have her once I’m done.” At that moment all hell is broken. Conrad punches Clay and he falls to the ground groaning in pain. He tries to get up but him being drunk doesn’t help so he ends up staying down. Conrad gently grabs your hand, and in that moment regardless of everything, you felt safe and everything felt right.

“I’m taking you home.” Conrad said. You didn’t complain, not wanting to stay in here any longer.

Both of you walked to his car silently not really knowing what to say. He opened the door for you and you said a thank you to which he didn’t respond. The drive back home was tense, with you bouncing your leg, and Conrad looking straight ahead his jaw clenched. As he pulled up in front of the house he shut the engine off. Both of you didn’t move sitting in silence for a bit.

“I’m sorry.” He breathed out he didn’t look towards you. You were confused though on why he was sorry. Before you could say anything he spoke again. “I’m sorry for losing my temper and punching him. No one has any right to put their hands on anyone. Especially you.” He was looking at you this time with such an intensity in his eyes. “What do you mean?” You weren’t clueless you knew what he meant but you needed to hear it from him. He let out a sigh shaking his head a bit. “I like you y/n I have ever since we were kids and tonight when that fucker put his hands on you I lost it.”

He looked at you nervous for what you would say but you didn’t say anything. Instead, you moved closer and put one of your hands on his warm cheek and leaned in. His lips tasted like spearmint gum, cigarettes, and of beer. He froze for a bit not quite registering the fact that the girl he’d been in love with since he was little was kissing him. But one of his moved to the back of your head and tilted his head to deepen the kiss as his other hand came up to hold your cheek.

You’d always dreamed of your first kiss and how it would be like. You’d always thought it would be a sweet gentle kiss. But this, this was a passionate kiss, like a million fireworks going off at once, while swarms of butterflies went through your stomach. All of the longing gazes and accidental touches made this kiss worth it. You smiled through the kiss, and both of you pulled away.

“I like you Conrad, always have and always will. And thank you for helping me.” You said while blushing and smiling like an idiot.