Dani

` i can't let you go (angst)

` don't tell (smut)

` happy birthday, happy holidays (fluff)

` sad, beautiful, tragic (angst)

` the bolter (fluff?)

warning/tags; mentions of blood, use of y/n

bestfriend!reader x conrad fisher

summary; you clean one of conrad's wounds, only for him to.. bolt. A/N; inspired by s3 ep6 ! word count; 790+ fluff, i think?

I always knew who conrad was. he was a timid boy. whenever something got messed up, or he even thought they would get messed up, he ran.

it was winter time, conrad and i were in the summer house together. just for a get away. we both had been working pretty hard, so we thought we deserved a break.

i was laying in bed in the guest bedroom, reading a book i had been trying to finish for the past 2 weeks. i put my bookmark in the page, and set it on my bedside table. i grabbed my phone, checking the time. 11:32 p.m. i sighed, standing up and walking to the bathroom in the hall.

i didn't know where conrad was. i figured he'd be in his room, or downstairs walking a movie. i brushed my teeth, taking out my contacts and putting on my large glasses.

i switched the light off, walking out of the bathroom and to his door. i knocked gently, no answer. "conrad?" i slightly opened the door. he wasn't there. i began to close his door, when i heard, "ow, fuck!" coming from downstairs.

i whipped my head towards the stairs, speed walking down them. "conrad?" i turned down the steps, speeding into the kitchen. i saw him standing by the counter. he had a cutting board in front of him, cutting up cucumbers. i rushed over to him, seeing a large cut on his finger, blood pouring out of it. it made me gag.

"uhm, okay, uhm, shit." i dragged him over by the sink. "okay, stay here, i'm gonna find something to clean this." he nodded, his nose slightly scrunched from the pain. i rummaged through the house, finding a bottle of isopropyl alcohol in a drawer. i came back over to him, also grabbing a band-aid and paper towels. i turned the sink on to a gentle setting. i took his hand, running the cut under it. "you okay?" i asked him. "yeah," his voice was raspy, and he bit his lip at the sensation.

i turned off the water, opening the bottle. i didn't even know how to clean a wound, all of the experience i've had came from TV shows. i slowly poured the liquid onto his finger, and he winced in pain. he leaned forward, leaning his head on my shoulder and gripping onto the edge of the sink. my stomach turned, but not in a nauseous way. i didn't know what it was.

"don't be such a baby, it's barely even a scratch." i told him. "uh-huh," he groaned. i took a paper towel and patted around the wound. i opened the band-aid, placing it over the cut. we stood in silence for a moment. i rubbed my finger over the band-aid. "see, all better." i said in a low voice. he slowly looked up at me, his eyes an icy blue from the light above us shining down. our faces were only a couple inches apart, if even so. "y/n.." he said softly. i nodded, "yeah?" i didn't look away from him. i couldn't. "i'm gonna go to bed now." he said.

i stood quietly, not moving my head. not a muscle. i didn't want him to pull away. "i don't think you should sleep, you lost a lot of blood," i whispered. "it's just a cut, and that's for concussions." he blinked.

"oh," i replied. he began to step forward, and i leaned my face closer to his, before he just walked past me. what the hell was that? i turned around, watching him walk up the stairs. after a few minutes, i came up, too, to my room. i stayed up, trying to tell myself that it was nothing. but i couldn't.

i woke up later than usual the next morning. i brushed my teeth and hair, washed my face. i kept my glasses on though. i remembered conrad telling me that they were cool when i first got them.

i walked downstairs, expecting to see him on the couch, or in the kitchen. but he wasn't. i walked upstairs again, walking upstairs to his room. i knocked a couple times, before calling out his name over the stair railing. no answer.

i walked down the stairs again, opening the front door, snow piled on the ground. i looked around and realized, his car was gone. my heart sank, but i remembered, this is just how he is. i shut the door, looking at the table beside the door, that usually holds keys. there was a yellow sticky note, saying, 'merry christmas, y/n. - c.f.' i sighed. i walked into the living room, plopping onto the couch, staring at the black TV screen.

warnings; emotional cheating ??

summary; conrad thought that by getting into a new relationship, he would finally get over you. A/N: this is sad.. but also who tf does y/n think she is like girl.. word count; 1200+ angst

i broke up with conrad 4 months ago. was it the best decision i've ever made? definitely not. but, it gave me a chance to better myself as a person, which i desperately needed.

at least i hoped. because now, i was on the way to the beach house in cousins, where i was every summer. with him. don't get me wrong, i missed him, but now, he was with Belly. Isabel Conklin. Laurel's daughter. i didn't mind it, she even asked for my permission. she was planning on rejecting him because of our past, but i practically begged her to go for it.

my mother pulled up to the beach house, reversing into the driveway. Susannah came outside, followed by Laurel. Then out came running Jeremiah. I stepped out the car, tucking my hair behind my ear. Jeremiah looked me shocked, like he wasn't expecting me to come. he came running over to me, giving me a hug. "Hey, y/n!" he called out as a smiled. "Hey!" we pulled away, still standing next to each other, when they came outside.

Belly and Conrad. their fingers were intertwined. i looked at conrad, admiring him slightly. he looked different. good, but.. he looked tired. i looked over at belly, smiling. i ran up to her, wrapping her in my arms in a hug. "you look so good!" she said. "oh my gosh, look at yourself!" i replied. she looked so pretty. i pulled away, taking a second look. that's when i realized. she looks.. like me?

i looked over at Conrad again, giving him a soft smiling before reaching out to him, giving him a hug. it felt so normal. i smelled his cologne, the one that he always wears. i pulled back first, but i almost had to be firm with it, like he wasn't ready to let go. we looked into each others eyes for a moment, before Belly put her hand on my shoulder. "Let's go inside, i have so much to tell you!" she giggled, kissing Conrad on the cheek before dragging me inside.

we sat in her room for hours, talking about everything. school, conrad, boys from my school. shit that i didn't really care about. except for Conrad. i'll always care about him.

it was late. Belly and I were watching a movie. i got a notification on my phone, from Conrad. 'Come to the beach', it says. 'it's kinda late, isn't it?' i replied. for a second i thought he meant to text Belly. 'did you mean to send that to Belly?' i texted again. he immediately answered, 'no' 'just come out'

"uhm, my mom is texting me to come to her room. i'll be right back." i said, standing up and walking out of her room before she could even respond. i carefully walked down the stairs, trying not to creak the stairs. walking past the living room, i heard Laurel, Susannah, and my mom laughing at some old movie. i slowly opened the door that leads out to the beach, closing it at the same speed.

i walked down to the beach, looking for him. i looked up at the life guard stand, seeing a dark figure. "Conrad?" i called out, walking closer. "Y/n," he replied. "Come up," he said, reaching his hand out. i took a slow step back. "i.. do you want me to go get Belly?" i hesitated. "If i wanted to see Belly, i wouldn't have texted you." he said, keeping his hand held out.

i sighed, taking his hand and stepping up. once i got to the top, i looked over the railing and saw the moonlit ocean waves, crashing into each other. i turned and looked at conrad, who was sitting down on the bench. i walked over and sat next to him. “why did you want me to come out?” i asked. but deep down, i knew. i knew that he still loved me.

he looked at me, giving me the same look that he always did. he looked down at my lips, slowly leaning in closer to me. i stood up. "i can't, conrad." i said with a sigh. i could feel his eyes burning holes through my skin. he stood up, too, walking over to stand next to me. i didn't look at him. i couldn't. "why not?" he asked. his voice was deep, but gentle. like he didn't want to scare me away. "because you're with Belly." i told him.

he sighed. "are you really mad about that? she told me that you said it was fine." i finally looked at him, my eyebrows furrowed. "i'm not mad about anything, conrad. you moved on. that's good. i want you to be happy." he looked at me like i was crazy. "if you wanted me to be happy, you wouldn't have left me." he said. i rolled my eyes with a scoff and walked down the steps, jumping onto the sand. he followed me.

"wait, y/n," he called out. i kept walking. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry that i'm with her." i spun around, looking him in the eye. "she looks exactly like me, conrad. what did you do to her?" i raised my voice, frustration building up inside of me. he nodded. "i know."

i scoffed again and started walking. "please, just let me talk. it's not about any of that, i just.." he paused for a moment as i walked. "i still love you."

i froze. i turned around, my lips seperated from anger. "no you don't," i said, shaking my head. "no you don't. if you did, you wouldn't even think about getting with my best friend. if that's what makes you happy, then fine. but it's fucked up that you say this to me while you're still with her." my voice began to crack.

"i got with her because it was a way to still have a connection to you but.. also keeping distance." his voice began to crack, too. and i could see small tears forming in his eyes. "no. don't pull that shit with me, conrad." i held in my tears as best as i could. "we are over. we have been over. you have a girlfriend, who is probably looking for you right now!" i yelled.

i took a step closer to him, seeing a tear roll down his cheek. i wanted to tell him, 'a part of me will always love you, too,' but i didn't. i looked him in the eyes, flames burning in them. "you and i?" i paused. "we were never anything. you can forget about us." i turned away from him, quickly walking away. this time, he didn't follow me. why wasn't he following me? i looked back, and when i was just far away enough, i fell to my knees. i sobbed into my hands. how could i say that to him? especially now that i have to go and hangout with his girlfriend.

warnings; small kiss, use of y/n

summary; conrad shows up to the beach house unexpectedly, having a fun night before your birthday. A/N: i thought this was cute, inspired by belly and conrad during winter. not proofread! word count: 1100+ fluff

It was y/n's birthday, and since her birthday fell in December, she decided to celebrate by driving up to the beach house for a relaxing weekend getaway. The beach house was a cozy retreat, perfect for some much-needed solitude and self-care during the festive season.

Upon arriving, she immersed herself in a variety of activities to unwind. She spent hours baking delicious treats, filling the house with the warm, comforting aroma of freshly baked goods. To further enjoy her time, she indulged in binge-watching reality television shows and a marathon of Christmas romance movies, which added to the holiday cheer.

On the night before her birthday, y/n was curled up on the couch, completely engrossed in watching 'Home Alone'. She savored the chocolate chip cookies she had baked earlier, enjoying the perfect combination of sweetness and nostalgia. The atmosphere was peaceful, with only the glow of the television and the sound of the movie filling the room.

Suddenly, the tranquility was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. Startled, her eyes widened in surprise and a hint of fear. The unexpected sound was jarring, especially at such a late hour. When another set of knocks followed, her heart raced. Cautiously, she stood up from the couch and approached the door, moving slowly to avoid being seen through the window. She leaned down slightly, trying to stay out of sight while assessing the situation.

As she neared the door, she heard a voice call out, "Open up, Steven, I know you're there." The voice was unmistakably familiar, and the mention of her brother's name added to her confusion. Gathering her courage, she opened the door, revealing the person behind the mystery voice.

"Conrad?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, filled with a mix of shock and recognition.

"y/n," Conrad responded, his tone equally soft but laden with unspoken emotion. The unexpected encounter left her momentarily speechless, her mind racing with questions about why he was there and how he had found her at the beach house. The tension between them was palpable, hinting at a deeper history that neither had fully addressed.

"W-What are you doing here?" she stammered, instinctively stepping backward while simultaneously widening the door's opening to allow him entry. He crossed the threshold methodically, pausing to untie his mud-streaked boots before carefully arranging them beside the doorframe in the designated shoe area.

"I…just needed to get away for a while," he admitted with a tired exhale, already moving toward the living room's warmth. She trailed behind, her forehead creasing as she studied his slumped shoulders. The cryptic statement swirled in her mind - was this about work? The fight yesterday? Before she could inquire, his attention shifted to the kitchen, where the lingering scent of vanilla hung in the air. "Did you bake something?" he asked, nostrils flaring slightly as he peered at the cooling racks.

"Yeah, I…uh…made chocolate chip cookies," she admitted, suddenly self-conscious about the slightly uneven shapes. His face immediately brightened, that familiar boyish grin appearing as he approached the counter. Without needing to be asked, she plucked a still-warm cookie from the rack and pressed it into his palm, observing intently as he took an eager bite. Crumbs tumbled onto his shirt as he chewed. "Damn, these are incredible," he mumbled through the mouthful, already reaching for another bite. A delighted giggle escaped her lips as she turned toward the refrigerator, the tension from his unexpected arrival momentarily forgotten.

Pulling open the fridge door, she began retrieving butter and eggs. "Want to make more?" she offered, glancing over her shoulder. He was already at the sink washing his hands, his earlier weariness replaced with enthusiasm. "Absolutely," he agreed, drying his hands on the dish towel before grabbing the well-worn baking sheet from its hook.

time skip because.. this is a story.. not a baking show!

The timer signaled that the cookies had finished cooling. Both of them quickly stood up from the couch and hurried over to the cooling racks. He carefully picked up one of the warm cookies and presented it to her with a playful flourish. "Do the honor?" he asked. She grinned, dramatically accepting the cookie from his hand and taking a bite, savoring the way the chocolate chips melted in her mouth.

"That's… really good!" she laughed, handing him a cookie in return. He took a bite and mirrored her delighted reaction. Grabbing a plate, he piled a handful of cookies onto it before carrying it back to the living room, where they settled back onto the couch.

They decided to watch a different movie—Elf, to be exact. During the scene where Buddy and Jovie went ice skating, she sighed wistfully. "I wish I had that kind of love," she murmured, finishing off another cookie. Conrad glanced at her, then reached into his jeans pocket. "I, uh… I have a present for you," he said. She turned her head sharply toward him. "Conrad, you didn’t have to do that," she protested, but he simply smiled and handed her a small black box.

With trembling fingers, she opened it to reveal a delicate silver necklace adorned with an infinity symbol, sparkling under the soft light. Her eyes shimmered with emotion as she looked up at him. Setting the box aside, she practically leaped into his arms, wrapping him in a tight, heartfelt hug.

He wrapped his arms around her back, feeling slightly stunned as his cheeks flushed a soft pink. She gently pulled away, bending down to retrieve the box she had set aside earlier. Carefully, she lifted the delicate necklace from its velvet lining and extended it toward Conrad. "Will you help me put it on?" she asked, her voice warm with anticipation. He nodded silently, and she turned around, gathering her hair in one hand to expose the nape of her neck. With careful precision, he draped the necklace around her, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin as he secured the clasp in just the right spot.

When she turned back to face him, she was somehow closer this time, her gaze dropping to admire the necklace with quiet awe. "It's perfect, Conrad," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. His eyes flickered down to the pendant resting against her collarbone before lifting to meet hers. They held each other's gaze, the silence between them thick with unspoken emotion—not awkward, but charged with a quiet tension.

Slowly, she leaned in, her hand rising to cradle his cheek. In response, his palm settled against her waist, drawing her nearer until their lips met in a tender, lingering kiss. When they finally parted, their eyes found each other again, lingering in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

"Happy birthday, y/n," he said softly, his voice rough with emotion. After a brief pause, he added with a small, affectionate smile, "And Merry Christmas."

warnings: cheating , fingering ,

Summary; you and conrad having sex in the beach house while your boyfriend was at work. A/N; i dont know if i like this or not lowk, sorry that its short, not proofread!! word cound: 670+ ₊˚⊹☆ Smut, cheating

Conrad and you found yourselves alone at the secluded summer house, enjoying each other's company as close friends often do. The day had been filled with lighthearted activities—playing board games, baking cookies that now sat half-eaten on the counter, and sharing laughter that echoed through the sunlit rooms. As the evening wore on, the atmosphere between you grew more intimate, the playful energy shifting into something deeper and more charged.  

You were on top of him, your bodies pressed close, the warmth of his skin seeping into yours. His touch was deliberate, teasing—his fingers tracing slow, maddening circles just outside your panties before finally slipping beneath the fabric. The sensation sent a shiver through you, your breath hitching as his fingertip traced delicate patterns around your entrance.  

"Conrad..." His name escaped your lips in a breathy moan, laced with impatience and need. Without warning, he slid a finger into you, the sudden intrusion drawing a sharp gasp from your throat. You were already slick with arousal, and he wasted no time, setting a steady rhythm as he pumped in and out of you. Each movement sent sparks of pleasure radiating through your body, your fingers tightening around his shoulders for support.  

Small, involuntary sounds escaped you—soft whimpers and gasps that filled the quiet space between you. His free hand gripped your hip, anchoring you in place as he worked you with practiced ease. The tension coiled tighter inside you, your muscles clenching around his fingers, every nerve alight with anticipation. The air between you was thick with desire, the only sounds the quiet rustle of fabric and the mingling of your ragged breaths.

He slipped another finger into you, and your eyes squeezed shut as an echoing moan escaped your lips. The sensation intensified, sending waves of pleasure through your body. "Fuck… you feel so good," he murmured softly, his voice thick with desire. His movements became more urgent, pumping faster in and out of you, each thrust heightening the building tension between you. The rhythm of his fingers matched the rapid beating of your heart, creating an intoxicating blend of physical and emotional connection. The room filled with the sounds of your shared passion, every touch and whisper amplifying the intimate moment.

"T-this is… so wrong…" you whimpered weakly, your voice trembling with a mix of protest and reluctant acceptance. Though your words expressed disapproval, your body language told a different story - your resistance had faded into passive surrender. As his lips found the sensitive skin of your neck, you shuddered involuntarily, your breath hitching when he alternated between soft kisses and deliberate sucking. Each touch left visible evidence of his claim on you, the marks blooming across your skin like dark petals.

He gradually slowed his pace, withdrawing slightly as he lifted his gaze from your neck to meet your eyes directly. With a deliberate smirk, he taunted, "Does your little boyfriend fuck you like this?" His words carried a provocative edge, emphasizing the contrast between his controlled movements and the raw intimacy of the moment. You instinctively arched your back, tilting your head backward as the sensation overwhelmed you—his fingers, smooth and practiced, glided effortlessly in and out of your slick folds, each motion calculated to draw out both pleasure and reaction.

"Don't tell him about this, hm?" he groaned in a low, husky tone, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles around your sensitive clit. You could feel yourself growing increasingly wet with each passing second, your body responding uncontrollably to the deep timbre of his voice and the skilled movements of his fingers. The combination of his commanding words and expert touch sent waves of pleasure through you, making it impossible to focus on anything but the mounting sensations he was creating.

Summary; fem!reader and conrad broke up a couple months ago, and Conrad confesses that he's still in love with her, while she's dating his brother. A/N: yes... i know this is like the same plot as a scene in the new episode of the show, but i really loved it. apologies for using first person, its just my normal writing style. if you'd like for one with a different POV, let me know ! and i apologize for the use of y/n, it just felt fitting for the line so im sorry 💔. this isnt very long, either. i got bored on a car ride and wrote this. word count:  1500+ ₊˚⊹☆ Angst, cheating ?!

I sat on the beach, wearing a short, white dress that fluttered slightly in the evening breeze. The sun had already set, casting the shoreline in darkness, and the quiet emptiness of the beach allowed my thoughts to wander freely. I had been waiting for Jeremiah after spending a long day shopping with Conrad—an outing that had only happened because Jere was tied up with work. Though I hadn’t planned on it, the time with Conrad had been surprisingly enjoyable.

Suddenly, I heard the soft crunch of sand shifting under footsteps behind me. Assuming it was Jeremiah, I resisted the urge to turn around, not wanting to appear too eager. The footsteps halted, and when I finally glanced back, I saw a shadowy figure perched on the bench of a lifeguard stand. Curious, I stood and moved closer, my bare feet sinking slightly into the cool sand.

"Jere?" I called out, squinting into the dim light. As my eyes adjusted, the figure came into focus—it wasn’t Jeremiah at all, but Conrad. He leaned forward over the steps, extending his hand toward me. His voice was soft, just as I’d always imagined it would be in moments like this. "Sit with me, just for a minute." "I… I should probably find Jere," I replied hesitantly.

"Please," he urged, his tone gentle but persistent. "Just for a minute." I reluctantly gave in, reaching out to grasp his hand as I followed him up the wooden steps. He settled onto the weathered bench, and I lowered myself beside him, the old boards creaking under our weight. His expression was grave as he turned to face me, his voice dropping into a somber register that made my stomach tighten. "There's something I need to tell you," he said, and I felt my fingers dig into the splintered wood beneath us as I held his gaze. A cold dread washed over me.

"What is it?" I managed to ask, though my throat felt tight. "Jeremiah cheated on you in Cabo," Conrad revealed, his words deliberate. "During spring break." The accusation hung heavily between us, but to my own surprise, the revelation didn't sting as sharply as it should have.

"I already knew, Conrad," I admitted flatly, pushing myself up from the bench before he could react. My steps were quick as I moved to the edge of the lifeguard stand, gripping the sun-bleached railing as I stared out at the darkening waves. Behind me, I heard him stand abruptly, the frustration in his movements unmistakable. He closed the distance between us in a few strides. "You knew?" His voice was sharper now, disbelief edging into anger. "And you're still with him?"

I turned just enough to meet his eyes—deep, searching, and filled with something that looked too much like pity. "I'm not talking about this right now," I muttered, already stepping down onto the first wooden slat. But he wasn’t letting me go that easily.

Sand kicked up behind me as I hurried across the beach, the granules sticking to my ankles. His voice cut through the salt-tinged air. "Wait—stop!" His fingers closed around my wrist, pulling me back with enough force that I spun to face him. For a long, suspended moment, neither of us spoke. The only sound was the distant crash of waves and the ragged pull of my own breath.

His voice was barely above a whisper when he finally broke. "I still love you."

The words hit like a physical blow. "You broke up with me, remember?" I countered, my own voice unsteady. "And now—it's too late." I tried to turn away again, but his hands found my shoulders, firm but not rough, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Please," he begged, his eyes glistening. "Just let me talk for a minute." I swallowed hard, my silence the only answer I could give.

He exhaled shakily, his thumbs brushing lightly over my collarbones. "I know this is sudden, and I know I was the one who ended things between us, but…" His voice faltered, and he swallowed before continuing. "Today wasn’t a mistake. It felt… normal. Like how it used to be." My vision blurred as tears welled, unbidden. Because he was right—it had felt like before. And despite everything, despite the months of pretending I was over him, the truth was undeniable: I still loved him.

His breath hitched, and a single tear traced down his cheek, catching the fading light. "Don’t be with him," he murmured, his voice cracking. "Be with me." And just like that, the dam broke—a tear slipped free, rolling hot down my face as my heart splintered in my chest.

I stood there, breathing shakily, my hands trembling at my sides as I struggled to compose myself. My throat tightened painfully as I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting into knots of guilt and sorrow. Deep down, I knew it was wrong—this entire situation felt fundamentally wrong, like we were forcing something that no longer existed.

Vivid memories flashed through my mind—Conrad and me when we were still together. The warmth of his presence on the nights he slept over, the way we'd laugh over takeout and bad movies. The simple joy of grocery shopping together, our fingers brushing in the aisles as we debated what to cook. Those moments had once been so full of love, but now they only sharpened the ache in my chest.

Seeing him like this—hurting, clinging to the past—was unbearable. My vision blurred as tears welled up, and I fought to keep my voice steady despite the tremor in my words. "Conrad, I moved on. You need to as well." The words tasted bitter, even as I knew they were necessary. Small, stubborn tears escaped despite my efforts, tracing hot paths down my cheeks as I wiped them away hastily, my breath hitching. The weight of what we'd lost pressed down on me, but I couldn't let either of us pretend anymore.

He took a hesitant step closer, closing the distance between us. I turned my head away to gaze at the water, needing a moment to steady myself. When I looked back, Conrad was already on his knees before me, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch—as if I were the only thing anchoring him to this world. His hands came up to grip my hips, fingers pressing into my skin with a desperate urgency, clinging to me like I might disappear if he loosened his hold even slightly.

"Please," he begged, his voice raw with emotion, "just give me a chance. Let me prove you wrong." A heavy pause followed, the weight of his words settling between us. "We haven't moved on—not really. You can pretend all you want by jumping into another relationship, but I…" His voice cracked, the pain in it sharp enough to pierce through me like a dagger twisting in my chest. "I know."

I stared down at him, overwhelmed, feeling the sting of tears welling up. One escaped, tracing a slow path down my cheek before landing on his arm, a silent testament to the ache his words had reignited.

"I can't just leave Jeremiah to take that chance with you," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I can't throw everything away for something I don't even know will last." The words tasted bitter, but they were the truth—one I couldn't ignore, no matter how much it hurt us both.

"I can't let you go, y/n!" he exclaimed, his voice thick with emotion as he gazed up at me with eyes that shimmered with both mischief and longing. The intensity of his stare sent a shiver down my spine. "You've been with him for nine whole months," he continued, his words heavy with unspoken hurt, "and in all that time, I haven't even glanced at another girl. Not once." His voice cracked slightly on the last syllable, the raw vulnerability in his tone twisting like a knife in my chest.

For a long moment, I stood frozen, my breath caught in my throat. Then, with a sudden, frustrated motion, he pushed himself back up to his full height, his boot scuffing against the ground as he kicked a loose stone into the wind. The sharp sound snapped me out of my hesitation.

Before I could second-guess myself, I stepped forward, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. A wave of nausea rolled through me—not from disgust, but from the sheer weight of what I was about to do. My pulse hammered in my ears, drowning out any rational thought.

about me

╰─ ♡ about me:

୨୧┇name: danica

୨୧┇pronouns: she/her

୨୧┇age: 14

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╰─ ♡ my favorite...

୨୧┇color: purple

୨୧┇animal: deer

୨୧┇songs: frances - role model, the other woman - lana del rey

୨୧┇games: roblox

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╰─ ♡ interests & more!

୨୧┇likes: reading, writing, harry potter, romcoms, horror

୨୧┇dislikes:dark romance 💔

୨୧┇birthday: june 8

୨୧┇dm status: ask !

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