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raisedbyanother · 2 years
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starry-moonshine · 8 months
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Emily Rudd Masterlist *UPDATED
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FLUFF
take a break (WIP)
sick (WIP)
sleepover (WIP)
rainy day (WIP)
ANGST
she forgets your anniversary (WIP)
you get into an accident (WIP)
SMUT
hickeys (WIP)
louder (WIP)
she takes your virginity on your honeymoon (WIP)
SERIES
royal love masterlist (series) (WIP)
my brother's girlfriend masterlist (series) (WIP)
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Cindy Berman::
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FLUFF
the feeling (WIP)
old memories (WIP)
late night snack (WIP)
dates (WIP)
i love you (WIP)
birthdays (WIP)
prom night (WIP)
the secret wedding (WIP)
promises (WIP)
late night (WIP)
new years (WIP)
halloween '78
thanksgiving with cindy
christmas with cindy
college love (modern!au/college!au) | part one \ part two \ part three (WIP)
matching tattoos (WIP)
ANGST
the summer of '78 | part one \ part two (WIP)
outed (WIP)
coming out (WIP)
trapped (WIP)
break ups (WIP)
violent acts (WIP)
goosebumps (WIP)
fear (WIP)
broken hearts club (WIP)
possessed (WIP)
survivor (WIP)
GIF REACTIONS
you get in trouble for punching someone (WIP)
you ask her out (WIP)
you are a sexual assault survivor (WIP)
you run away from home (WIP)
SMUT
perfect
SERIES [warnings will be listed in each chapter]
cruel summer | #1 / #2 / #3 / #4
MSC.
girlfriend cindy #1 (WIP)
girlfriend cindy #2 (WIP)
girlfriend cindy #3 (WIP)
the berman crush (ft. ziggy berman)
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Abigail Berman::
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(couldn't find a gif, so enjoy the smiley photo of Abigail)
FLUFF
none yet
ANGST
the devil has come (WIP)
SMUT
nightfall (WIP)
sneaking out (WIP)
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findroleplay · 2 years
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Heyo! She / her, 24, looking for long term writing partners! 18+ only! My writing style is novella length and consists of 4 paragraphs at minimum, however there’s no pressure to match length as long as there’s something to work with! I prefer to write on discord & I will make us servers for our threads! here are the pairings I’d like to write (bolded names are characters I prefer playing, however I’m open! ** by pairings i want to write most!) Angst, fluff & plotting are all encouraged! please like this and i’ll message you!
Stranger Things:
steve & robin ** ( not shipped!!! i just love their friendship so much and would love to write them being platonic with a capital p besties! )
robin x nancy **
jonathan x nancy
nancy x steve
chrissy x robin
Fear Street:
cindy & ziggy ** ( not shipped!!! just exploring their dynamic as sisters )
heather x any oc!
Walten Files.
sophie x jenny **
jack x rosemary
Schitt’s Creek.
alexis x twyla
Mean Girls the Musical.
janis x cady
cady x regina
Community.
annie & jeff
britta x annie **
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mercuryicon · 3 years
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saintlopezlov3r · 3 years
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Fear Street Part 2: 1978
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jinxthequeergirl · 3 years
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Can you do a relationship headcanons f/f for cindy and ziggy from fear street?
Cindy and Ziggy My Beloved 😌 ofc (also after writing cindys i think i wanna write a cindy fic based on it)
RELASHIONSHIP HEADCANONS CINDY AND ZIGGY
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I feel shes super adventurous and loves to do an abundance of different things
Arts of some sort
Hiking
Swimming in the local lake
Whatever it is
And she loves having you around to do it with
I feel she doesn't really know how to show her appreciation for you
She can't bring her self to be all lovey dovey
Cause in all honesty shes scared you'd be another nick
But she really so appreciative of you
Once you show your different its a different story with her
Shes in all honesty just happy to have someone who will listen to her
Someone she can really open up to
About anything
I feel she'll sneek into your bedroom window just to hang out when she wants to be away from home
You've started a "ziggy care package" of sorts for when she wants to be away from home for longer than a few hours
If it happens you end up going to camp with her
You are probably the only person who stick up for her
You've probably gotten into a few fights for her
And help her get revenge on shela
Spending a lot of time in your cabin together
I feel like if you asked or showed intrest in stephen kings books she would have no problem lending them to you
Or even reading them to you every night
You stick up for her when cindy gets on her case
Your the first person to rush to the nurse when you hear she gets hurt and you aren't there
This leads you to get shit from shela and her goons too but your both tough
Links arms with you when going places
Her kisses to start are quick pecks on the lips or cheek
You make sure to not get on the bus when tommy goes crazy
You stick with her though all of it
No matter what that may mean
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No matter what really
Shes happy too have someone who understands what she went through with her parents and ziggy
And someone she can open up to about how ziggy made her feel
You'd be more then happy to have you come to camp with her
She likes having someone who will look out for her
Considering she can get pretty high strung
You are always there to help her relax
Matching shittily made camp braclets!!!!
When the campers are asleep you take her out to the main yard to lay under the stars so you can just talk and stuff
Assuming you where together when she was friends with Alice
You probably would've stopped being with her too
Its deffinently a really rocky relashionship
Because you still try to be her friend
But it would be hard seeing her be with tommy
After She "kills" tommy you'd have to tell her how you still feel
She'd hug you so tight and even kiss you
And admit she missed you more then she wanted to admit to herself
Walk with your hand in her back pocket (ik this took place before that but shhhh she'd love that movie if she lived to see it)
She probably likes holding pinkies too
When she kisses i feel like she would touch forheads
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sprnklersplashes · 3 years
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fic based on the theory that sarah fier was the one to bring ziggy back, not nick/the devil (I thought this was gonna be much shorter than it is oops)
“Just let my sister live.” 
The voice comes to her, faded, far away, but she hears it. Hears it because someone called out to her, which no-one has done in centuries, except to make fun of her. To mock her, smear her as the with they call think she is. But not this one. This one doesn’t mock her. She begs her.
“Just let my sister live!”
The picture comes into focus in front of Sarah’s eyes, as if it’s the first thing she sees waking up. Two girls, one small with flame coloured hair, one taller and covered in dirt, clutching Sarah’s own hand. Her throat is raw from screaming, her legs weak from running. Sarah can feel it in her spirit, the girl’s hand on the bone sharing her feelings with her. Weak, exhausted, and so, so scared. Not for her, but for the girl beside her, who turns helplessly in all directions.
It’s then Sarah realises the girls aren’t alone. Coming at them from all sides are... them. The people the Goodes have cursed. Cold skin, lifeless eyes, blackened hearts. Her own heart breaks when she sees them, her stomach twisting at the injustice.
William. Harry. Ruby. And now Thomas, the latest soul to be stolen by the Goodes. 
She tried. It’s been so long since someone found her hand. She tried to show them what Solomon had done those years ago, her promise bound to her bones, but it was for nothing. Her hand is small, her body incomplete, and so whatever powers she’s managed to gain here are feeble, and no match for the Goodes and their deals. They’re ahead of her, again, and she can’t do anything to stop them. Can’t stop as the older girl, Cindy, her sister calls her, runs towards what was Thomas Slater, can’t save the red-haired girl from the knife that pierces her gut. She watches, forces herself to watch, as their respective killers hit them again and again. Knife in the side, axe in the chest. The picture grows stronger as the girls’ breaths grow weaker, the veil between this life and theirs growing thinner. Sarah feels grass beneath her bare feet, the sound of the young girl’s scream attacking her ears. Of course. Life. Death. They’re such strange concepts, and soon the girls will be making the same journey she did. At the hands of the Goodes.
And she will welcome them, and is prepared they will hate her.
The young girl moans, and Sarah can feel her life ebbing away. She may be the first to go. So young, both so young. Her sister’s body shakes of its own accord as the axe hits her again, scarlet blood spurting from her mouth, staining her pretty face.
No, she screams, but her words are a mere breeze. She runs at Thomas, runs at Harry, to try to hold them back, but she is nothing. If they feel anything, they feel a slight chill, and it does nothing to them. She falls to the ground, her limbs aching from this one attempt, and failure creeps up on her again. She can’t save them. She can’t save anyone.
“Nothing will pull us apart,” Cindy promises her sister just before the axe hits her chest again.
“Never...” The young girl gasps. “Again.” The knife hits her side once more, then a final time. Her chest stammers, flutters, and Sarah watches the life flee her body.
It’s over. They’re over.
The killers disappear, vanishing back to the underground cave, their souls trapped until they’re needed again. And the girls lie on the grass, their hands reaching out to each other, never to touch in this life. 
Sarah sits and waits to greet them.
Until someone else comes running in. He runs right through her, and she feels the darkness in his blood immediately. A Goode. One who has already taken on his family’s legacy. She retches at the sight of him, although nothing comes out. This is the boy, the man, who sold Thomas Slater. Whose hands are stained with the blood of all those innocents. And who now, leans over the corpse of his victim, and begs her not to die.
The irony is enough to make Sarah smile.
“Ziggy? Ziggy don’t die on me, okay?” he begs, clutching her cold face in his hands. Sarah’s jaw clenches. She knows love when she hears it. The Goodes are monsters, but they are human, and humans love. But this love isn’t pure, not like her and Hannah. There’s a sting to it, in his desire
“What’s going on?”
Sarah turns, her blood cold at the sound of the voice. The smaller girl, Ziggy, stands before her, blinking blearily as if half asleep. It’s common for those who just crossed over, especially if it was before their time. Sarah’s experienced far more of that then she’d have liked to. It will take minutes, hours for young Ziggy to fully cross over.
Let my sister live! Cindy’s voice echoes in Sarah’s mind, her plea to her. She turns back around, sees Nick still desperately trying to save her, sending out a plea of his own, not to God. Somewhere, wherever he is, the Devil is no doubt pondering his wish, whether he will let Ziggy go or keep her blood for himself.
“No.” Her voice is small, rusty from disuse, but it’s strong, and she shouts again “No!”. She tilts her head to the sky and screams at it, screams at the Goodes and the Devil, “You will not have her! You will not have her!”
The sky opens up, rain falling right through her. If it is the Devil’s reply, she laughs at it, and she grabs young Ziggy by the arm. Her eyes still flutter, her gaze unfocussed, her form not fully here, as if sketched in in pencil. There is still time, if she acts fast.
“Wh-what?”
“They will not have you,” she tells Ziggy, even if she can’t hear her. “Your sister begged for you to live, and live you shall.”
She pulls her towards her body, where Nick Goode still tries to breathe life into her. It’s just steps away, but it feels like miles, her legs shaking with each move she makes. The Devi holds her back, unwilling to let go of his prize. Another dead Shadysider to add to his collection. Another innocent soul, demed unworthy by those in power. He wraps his arms around her, pulls them both away from her body, refusing to let his prize go.
“Not... today,” she pants. Her hand tightens around Ziggy, who blinks in confusion. She’s still not here, she still has time. Cindy’s begging rings in her ears, rings all around them. 
Just let my sister live!
“Not. Today.” She pulls herself and Ziggy the last few steps, drags her until she is beside her body. Her own will pulls the two of them forward, the centuries of hurt burning like a furnace, but it’s something else, one key ingredient that pushes her over the edge. A sister’s love, so pure and steadfast, that it holds the veil back just those seconds more. She can’t see the Devil, but she knows he is here, and she snarls at him. “Not. Her!”
She turns to Ziggy, watches the girl’s eyes open and close slowly, her lips trying clumsily to speak. She won’t remember this at all, and Sarah is glad of it. God only knows what will become of her for now, but she’s fulfilled her promise to her sister.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, and she pushes her back across.
Just before she disappears again, she sees her eyes open, her pained gasps for air. She can’t be sure if she did the right thing, saving her. Some say surviving a tragedy is worse than dying in it. She wouldn’t know. All she knows is the Devil has one less person’s blood to feed on now, but the curse remains still.
A half-victory.
“Where am I?” Sarah turns, slowly, and isn’t surprised to see Cindy behind her. She wears the same clothes she died in, but now free from blood and, whatever it was she was covered in. Sarah suspects she doesn’t want to know. She looks up at her, eyes wide and terrified, like an animal cornered by a hunter. “Who are you?”
“My name is Sarah,” she begins, but the words stick in her throat. She’s had enough of explaining herself, and only being believed half the time. Had enough of people sapping her, screaming at her, cursing her, for something she never did. “Sarah Miller.”
“Oh. Um, hi.” The young girl looks at herself, looks at the limbo surrounding them. Realisation dawns on her face, memory after memory coming back to her, and she drops to the floor, her hands pressed to her mouth to hold back her scream.
“Am I... dead?” she asks, finally. Sarah only nods and kneels beside her. She listens to Cindy’s muffled sobs, the slowly building shrieks of agony, and she lets her do what she needs before showing her where to go. It’s easy to see where this girl will end up, and at least she’ll have some peace.
“My... my sister?” she asks. “Where-where’s my sister?”
“She’s alive,” Sarah tells her. Cindy goes weak with relief, falling into Sarah’s arms and sobbing, muttering “Ziggy’s alive” under her breath. 
Sarah wishes she can do more. Wishes she could say Ziggy will be okay, that Shayside will be okay, that this whole horrible saga is finally over. But she can’t. Because the Goodes were too powerful, again, and even as her hand tightens on them, theirs does on Shadyside. All Sarah can do is hold Cindy until they go to where they need to go, and hopes that the next time someone finds her, she can do more.
Hopes that one day, she can show them what was done.
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indistinctmumblings · 2 years
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What would happen if instead of stalking, the Killers attacked Deena and Simon at the houses? Was it just skull face doing the recon or were there others?
i said it before, but, 1994 (the year) is the most confusing of the trilogy when it comes to the pact and its rules? (as well as some character motivations, but that’s for another post..) okay, so this is what we know: a Goode calls a name, that person gets possessed and they go on a rampage and kill as many shadysiders as they can and then get killed or kill themselves (as shadysiders themselves they count, too, and that leaves no loose ends). once they’re dead that is the end of that.
now, if you have contact with sarah fier’s remains, the pact sends killers after you until you are killed to protect itself. you can kill them as much as you want, but they’ll just respawn, and won’t stop!
in 1978, ziggy bleeds on the hand, and the heart sends like five killers after her right away. it probably didn’t help her that she was so close to the heart itself, but she gets killed right away, and cindy, who tries to intervene also gets killed, because again, self-preservation is a priority for the pact.
so, with what we know, it’s a bit confusing that it takes the killers SO long to get to sam who has been in one place since the night before, and that’s at the east union medical in shadyside. instead, skull mask went straight to deena, who at most has like a bit of blood on her shoe, and simon who is also the same with just some spray on his shirt.
ALTHOUGH!! this got me thinking, can the killers only appear during the night? there are no scenes with them out during the daylight, so maybe that’s why they went straight to deena and simon, who were probably closer? it’s still weird that only one killer is sent after her to begin with if that’s the case.
the actual answer is probably that these decisions were made because this is the first movie, and it makes more sense to slowly reveal the killers and raise the stakes as the story unfolds, but then 1978 comes along and they set the rules of how the pact works and then they don’t really match in the year 1994 so…
but, anyway, to actually answer your question! it would not have gone well, deena thinks it’s just peter fucking around, not an undead killer and if there had been more than one and if they had acted with the same sort of determination as in 1978, i fear a couple of the kids would have actually died on that first encounter. ☹ also, seeing how easy it was for skull mask to get into the hospital, if they had gone straight for sam (which is technically what the curse does in this case anyway) she would not have made it.
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meduseld · 2 years
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PubWe talk a lot about Nick, his participation in the curse, his relationships (especially with Ziggy) and how he might be as a husband and father.
We don't talk much about the other Sunnyvalers like Will, Kurt or Kapinski. Which is understandable because Will isn't memorable, Kurt has a personality in 1978 and then him and Kapinski are just underlings who are then killed.
Then you have the kids like Peter and Sheila (one is a Hollywood bully and the other is Law&Order criminal). Still though, whats Will like as an adult?
Yeah, I think it's just a natural consequence of who gets screentime and the impact thereof that allows us to build on them as characters. But Will is an odd duck in that he should theoretically, just by virtue of being so close to the actual doers and central characters, have more of an impression. Hell, Sheila's crush on him motivates a large chunk of her screentime and actions toward Ziggy, and then she's what makes Ziggy leave the safe mess hall (bit debatable since she probably would have left anyway to find Cindy, but hey she would have needed to be in the bathrooms to do that anyway). He's the Mayor even! But he's so. Bland.
Which honestly, is enough clay for me to work with. He's also a Ziggy foil, being the younger sibling implied to be raised by the older sibling (Nick's dad being dead and mother totally MIA). He certainly appears at least a little ashamed to get caught as a Witch Hunter by Nick at Nightwing. Though that might be a more "sorry he was caught" than any remorse. I think Will is, like Nick, very lonely, but unlike Nick is kind of desperate to please and for approval and attention. Because for better or for worse, okay so definitely for worse, Nick was the full focus of their father's attention. He was the Heir, and in on the Pact, and Will was totally shut out. Joseph had Will to have a Spare, and because it looked better in town and on TV, and generally didn't care for his presence. Will was very neglected in general and essentially ostracized by his father. I firmly believe he was emotionally and psychologically abusive and their mom was such a target of it that it was hard for there to be there for them even if she tried to shield them. And I'm also sure she died young for a bunch of reasons. So Will's only parental figure was really Nick.
I think Will spent a lot of time alone in a very lonely, tense house and I think Nick did his best in a bad situation and Will turned out sorta okay. Better than if Nick hadn't. But Will was the one out of the house as much as possible, the gregarious, social one (if you want to get invited to sleepovers as often as possible kids need to want you to come over. Even being the richest kid in town would only go so far if people hate being around you. Will pays for dinner a lot). He was naturally in the in crowd by virture of being a Goode, but unlike Nick that held himself aloof and had no close friends, we see that Will is in the thick of it, and lets the group lead and goes along to not be alone. He's not really the leader, but being the rich one with the most powerful family, they would naturally move to protect him and curry his favor so he's never in danger of much. Not even of much teasing. And that's what gets him to be a shoe-in for Mayor. He's blandly likeable, and not the opposite of charming and he's fine. His whole life Will was the quiet boy, and people tend to think that means he's a nice boy. Not really, but most people can't tell the difference. And he's in the right circles and knows the right people and "how things are done" and plays golf with the in crowd at the country club and throws the best parties and lunches and so forth. He's a hothouse flower, but since he has 0 plans to leave the hothouse of Sunnyvale he's fine. He's also excellently married, excellent as in the perfect social match for his world to a belle from another old money and roots family, the sort to be Prom King and Queen and all that jazz. I don't think she's Sheila, because she was a bit much even for that world and I think Nick would veto that (and know it's best to have a quiet, non-confrotational sister-in-law for a lot of reasons) and Will most definitely defers to him. He wouldn't marry someone Nick didn't approve of, he's never even really rebelled at all (the Witch Hunt doesn't count, it's just rich jerk kids being rich jerk kids) and doesn't even much abuse his brother being the Sheriff. Sure he drank while underage but made sure to never get caught because he didn't want to embarass Nick even if his friends tried to be like "he'd never let you get arrested!" Nick did know, and does know all his brother does, but does appreciate that Will has never like. Done shit in front of his Deputies or anything, he doesn't even speed when he drives, because that could be a snag for Nick.
So yeah Will's not like ecstactically in love with life or anything, but he's pretty content. His life is simple, easy, comfortable and perfectly according to plan. He's a social butterfly and never that crushingly lonely as he felt as a kid, which is still his greatest fear. So he's always got events. He's in the most priveldged possible position since he's getting a bunch of the rewards of the Pact, even the highest job in town, but didn't have to sell his soul or kill people directly or indirectly. He and his wife are very smooth sailing, they're not actually in love and they don't have like. Deep talks. But they have the perfect kids (Will is an old school 50s type hands-off father who thinks raising them is the mother's job and he likes them fine but his emotional connection to them might be more what you feel for very well behaved and beloved cocker spaniels, not your own flesh and blood) and there's never trouble and she can be a lady who lunches and they get along. Will is constantly relieved that his house is warm and somewhere he actually wants to be, doesn't tiptoe in.
Life is just fine. He enjoys his job because Nick covers the difficult stuff. Both with magic and like in actual fact, because Will often asks his advice and so forth and while theoretically he can give Nick orders, literally everyone in their offices and orbit knows the real balance of power. Like he often tells his own underlings "idk what do, call my brother, whatever he decides is best, actually". It's not that visible from the outside, Shadysiders wouldn't really feel it, but it's clear when you're close. Will is totally aware and cool with it, raised to listen to his big brother. He does love Nick very much, even though there's other complicated emotions there especially grief and resentment, but Will would never say it outloud to *anyone* or try to assert himself because he knows he needs Nick. He doesn't have any delusions. His friends know that and never breathe a bad word about Nick in front of him because they know that's a bad idea. The only real fight with his wife was once when she tried to get him to push back on something Nick asked him to do, being like "you're the Mayor, you got yourself elected, tell him to go screw himself". That's *never* going to happen. A small part of Will hates Nick, a slightly larger one is afraid of him, and all his emotions combined mean Nick is both his idol and his terror and he's never going to do anything to cross him. There's even a part of Will that pities Nick and his loneliness, his empty house that Will never takes the kids to because the atmosphere is so oppressive and thick with bad memories, the awkward dinners they sometimes have for Nick at Will's house and all of that. He knows he's pretty much the only person that loves Nick, that knows Nick-the-actual-person (vs the Sheriff) in his life.
As for Kurt, he's also always deferred to Nick, an urge that got stronger after everything at Nightwing (and even then Nick is the one that decides what happens to the Witch Hunt kids and Ziggy as we see) since Nick took the reins and made him a hero by proxy, and it's served him pretty well so he's not going to rock the boat either. I think he might be the closest thing Nick has to a friend, since he's been there so long and is a peer, but it's still pretty far. I have no thoughts on Kapinski, since he seems to be a brutish perpetual hanger on that probably misses the Joseph days where the cops got to be far more abusive bullies than under Nick's straight-and-narrow, image-is-everything, Caesar's-Wife-Must-Be-Above-Suspicion tenure. But he's a smart sort of thug who knows where the wind is blowing and knows it's generally in favor of the Goodes.
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fairyflots · 3 years
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MY BABY- ALICE
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Paring: Alice x Reader
Warning: Gore, Emotional
"ALICE!" I yelled as I ran up to her jumping myself into her crying feeling her hugging me tight as she picked me up as I wrapped my legs around her waist as Ziggy walked behind me over to Cindy.
"It's ok, I'm right here it's ok" Alice said as held you close as she opened her eyes to see Cindy and Ziggy staring at you too smiling at how you to managed to fall in Love with each other even though your the perfect match.
The moment was soon ruined as soon as you heard a noise behind you only to see Tommy getting up even though Cindy just killed him. You got off of Alice and then backed away only to see Tommy walking closer to Alice.
The only decision you had was to push her out the way and that exactly what you did.
Alice turned around to see your lifeless body on the ground, not believing what she was seeing until she screamed your name.
"Y/N!" Alice screamed as she crawled to you holding your head on her lap as she placed her head on top of yours crying while calling your name multiple times, not hearing Cindy and Ziggy calling her name but only hearing her voice singing a song while rocking you back and forth playing with your hair.
"My baby, my baby, you're my baby, say it to me. Baby, my baby, tell your baby that I'm your baby." Alice sang as she held you close like she was treasuring every memory you two held together.
"ALICE!" Cindy yells as she sees Tommy walking up behind her only to see Alice turn around and see her chest being sliced causing her to fall to the floor with blood spilling out of her stomach as she coughs up blood.
"NO!" Cindy yells again as she turns to Tommy picking up a shovel pushing it threw his neck until his head rolled off, as she drops the shovel and drops on her knees as she looks at her dead best friends on the floor.
Dead.
They were supposed to live, Cindy promised them she would get them a house, get them their dream house to be exact. But I guess her promise wasn't kept since she lost both of them.
She lost a friend.
She lost another friend.
She lost a Sister.
And..
A Boyfriend.
She lost herself...
Author: Lina
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lesbianlotties · 3 years
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Journeys end in lovers meeting - Sam/Deena - Bly Manor AU
Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Fear Street Trilogy (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Samantha "Sam" Fraser/Deena Johnson, Sarah Fier/Hannah Miller (Fear Street), Christine "Ziggy" Berman/Nick Goode, Samantha "Sam" Fraser & Deena Johnson Characters: Samantha "Sam" Fraser (Fear Street), Deena Johnson, Kate Schmidt (Fear Street), Simon Kalivoda, Josh Johnson (Fear Street), Constance (Fear Street Part 3: 1666), Christine "Ziggy" Berman, Nick Goode (Fear Street), Alice (Fear Street Part 2: 1978), Sarah Fier (Fear Street), Hannah Miller (Fear Street), Solomon Goode (Fear Street) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, The Haunting of Bly Manor AU, Not Canon Compliant, Haunted Houses, Ghosts, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Canon Lesbian Relationship, First Meetings, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Au Pair Sam, Gardener Deena, Housekeeper Kate, Cook Simon, Josh and Constance as troubled kids, Ziggy and Nick in an unhealthy relationship, minor Cindy/Alice, Martin cameos, special appearances of all the Shadyside killers as ghosts, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, The Rest Is Confetti Summary: The year is 1994. Samantha Fraser recently moved to Shadyside, and she desperately needs a job that will help her leave her troubled past behind. She starts working as au pair at Shadyside Manor, where she is not the only one tortured by ghosts. Grief, regrets, guilt, innocent victims, and an ancient curse. At the center of all of it... love.
Chapter 4:
Sam really didn’t want to eavesdrop, but it was a hectic day for everyone but here. It was an accident, really. She just wanted a glass of water, but when she heard Deena and Kate arguing in the kitchen, she stopped before reaching the doorway, and couldn’t help but listen.
“Are you seriously not going?” Deena was saying.
“No, Deena,” Kate replied, in a tone that made it obvious it wasn’t the first time she said so. “I’ll only go to a funeral when I’m dead, thank you very much.”
“Maybe I should kill you then,” Deena grumbled. In the hallway, Sam fought back a smile at the grumpiness of the gardener. “He’s your platonic husband and you’re letting him down in the most fucking tragic day of his life, Kate.”
“He understands,” Kate snapped back at her. “Besides, we’ve let each other down before.”
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Eavesdropping on teenagers feels even worse. But Sam can’t help herself, again. She just seems to be at the right place at the right time, and nobody hears her coming. She was just looking for Constance and Josh when she found them talking in the classroom in whispers. She worried they might have been planning something unwise, so she listened in for a moment.
“Do you think they can follow us?” Constance asked in a whisper.
“No, I don’t think it works like that,” Josh replied.
The girl hummed thoughtfully and then added, in a considerably more distressed tone, “Do you think they’ll try to stop us?”
“Shh! Constance!” Josh stopped her. “Let’s just… see what happens, okay? We’re in this together, right? All of us.”
Sam considered intervening, but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out what they were talking about. She could barely keep track of their changing moods or Constance’s name. In the end, she walked away, deciding to keep an eye out and studying them more closely when she had the chance.
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Sam had tried her best, but she really had nothing else to do at the moment. It was strange, having a day mostly free from her responsibilities as au pair. Deena would be taking Josh and Constance with her to Simon’s mom’s funeral. A little lost in her thoughts without anything else to do while they all got ready, Sam took a seat near the bottom of the stairs, looking out at the gardens she could see through the open door. It started out as a particularly sunny day, not at all something you’d expect for a funeral.
The au pair was leaning against the railing of the stairs. A little behind her, under the safety and familiarity of the manor’s shadows, Harry Rooker stood perfectly still. His clothes hadn’t changed at all in all the decades he had been wandering those halls, even his bowtie was in still place. The same couldn’t be said about his face though. The passing of the years, one after another, had slowly washed away his features. His eyes were no longer there, his mouth was barely noticeable and his nose wouldn’t likely last long. The burn on the side of his face, which had hurt him so much during the war and cost him so much even after his return, was still there, stubbornly, almost mocking him. As well as his knife, always in his hand, always sharp. Never being useful anymore.
The sound of a heavy pair of boots coming down the stairs, as often, disturbed the peace of the foyer. Sam tried not to look too excited as she turned her head to look at Deena descend the stairs, but when she saw the gardener’s outfit she probably failed to hide her pleased reaction.
“Hi,” Sam gasped a little and stood up, “You look…”
“Like I remembered how to take a shower?” Deena smirked. She reached the bottom of the stairs and showed off her clothes, consisting of all black pants, shirt, and blazer that fit her perfectly, made her look a little too good for a funeral, if Sam had to give her honest opinion.
“Like a waiter,” Sam said, biting her lip to keep that honest opinion from spilling out.
“Hey! Didn’t know that side of you, Sunnyvale. Rude,” Deena replied, smiling the entire time. When her expression softened a little, she asked, “Are you sure you’re okay staying here by yourself?”
“Yes, t’s okay. Besides, Kate’s here too.”
Deena made an unamused sound. “Sometimes it feels like she isn’t,” she murmured.
“Yeah,” Sam agreed quietly. Before the silence could stretch for too long, she spoke up again. “Anyway, I, um, had to… be present in a funeral, not too long ago. It’s… I can’t, again. Not yet.”
As she spoke, Sam couldn’t look Deena in the eyes. Not when the only thing in her mind was Sunnyvale. Peter. Her mother. Peter. Twentyfive entitled children in a classroom. Peter. A heavy engagement ring and suffocating wedding dress. Peter.
But it didn’t start like that. It started with her father getting sick, her mother being cruel enough to divorce him on the spot to save herself from taking care of him, and Sam being already in Sunnyvale, thirty minutes away, when he finally died. It started with her mother wrapping her in her best dress, too old for her already, and dragging her to the neighbors house, because they were rich, and look at that handsome young boy, he already has his eyes on you! They were only eight. But then they were twelve, and Peter got in a fight for her and felt entitled to her attention ever since, and nobody ever told her she didn’t have to give him anything she didn’t want to. So when he demanded it, she gave him a kiss, a second date, the color of her prom dress so he could get a matching tie. She gave and she gave until she didn’t know what else he could take from her, but everyone made her feel like she still owed him. So she gave hiim a second chance when he first hit her, and she gave him her bags when he told her to move in with him, she gave him a third and fourth chance, and she gave him the answer he wanted when he offered her a wedding ring.
“Sam? Are you okay?”
In the blink of an eye, Sam was back in Shadyside Manor, with Deena’s gentle hands on her elbows, anchoring her to reality, and those warm brown eyes worriedly searching her face, not knowing what horrors they could find behind the walls Sam spent a lifetime building.
“Yes,” Sam blurted out. “Yes, I’m okay. I’m okay.”
“Right,” Deena nodded and slowly stepped away from the au pair. “Well, I’m leaving now. Try to come up with something real to tell me when I return, okay?”
Sam suddenly couldn’t come up with any words so she nodded, smiled, and watched holding her breath as Deena walked away from her, not without glancing over her shoulder by the door.
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Sam stood awkwardly in the middle of the chapel. She had made it too far to turn around now, but she didn’t dare move closer and interrupt Kate who appeared to be praying. Except, before Sam made up her mind about her next move, Kate spoke up without turning around.
“Are you just going to stand there like a ghost?”
“Sorry,” Sam blushed. “Uh, how did you know I was-”
“I have eyes on the back of my head, darling,” Kate replied with a smile and finally turned around.
“Am I interrupting you?”
“No, it’s okay,” Kate softened. “I’m not a funeral type of person. I deal with loss in my own way.” 
“I get it,” Sam nodded. She found the courage to continue walking closer to the other woman.
“If you ask me,” Kate continued, somewhat unprompted, “This is more for our own comfort.” She nodded her head to the side, indicating the five red little candles burning. “You have to be there for people while they’re still alive. Simon gave his entire life for his mother. I’ve been there with him for most of the journey, in ways that I know count so much more than missing out on one tragic goodbye party.”
Again, Sam nodded. She took a seat down on one of the pews close to Kate. She really didn’t want to think about the funerals in her own life. Her mother made sure they arrived late and left early for Sam's father’s funeral. And then a few months ago…
“You two are very close,” she blurted out. It was a statement, a question, and mostly just a way to get Kate to keep talking.
“Best friends since childhood,” Kate said and she wore one of the most genuine smiles Sam had seen on her. “We kissed once, and afterward I punched him in the face. We’ve been inseparable ever since. Which might be the best and worst part about our friendship.”
“What do you mean?”
This time Kate took her time before replying. Her smile was gone.
“Ever since I can remember, I’ve wanted to leave Shadyside and see the world. But there was nothing that could have convinced Simon to leave his mom. He missed a chance to work at a restaurant in Paris, I missed my chance to see the world, but we have each other. We have each other and ninety-nine percent of the time it feels like the right choice.”
The remaining one percent of the time hung in the air of the chapel so heavily it was almost palpable.
“What about now?” Sam asked, not without a good amount of hesitation.
The meaning of her question was obvious. Simon wasn’t tethered to Shadyside anymore. However, there was no answer from the housekeeper. Kate chuckled sadly, completely dismissing the idea of grabbing a bag of her best clothes and her best friend’s hand and moving away to Paris any day now. Instead, she stood up and threw the little box of matches for Sam to catch.
“What?” Why?” The au pair looked back and forth between the matches and Kate.
“Light a candle,” Kate replied. She noticed the confusion in Sam’s face, but the au pair, unknowingly, carried her heart, broken and hopeful at once, on her sleeve. “Dead people, regrets, protection, good luck,” Kate said while methodically fixing the wrinkles on her red skirt, checking her ponytail, and mindlessly passing her hand over the back of her neck. “Everything counts.”
Sam stayed silent. She watched Kate walk out of the chapel and then she moved toward the candles. She moved almost automatically, lighting up the first match, but then she couldn’t bring herself to actually light the candle. The small flame burned bright for a second, highlighting the sadness in Sam’s blue eyes, but she let it die before reaching for a candle. }
Eventually, Sam decided to light up a new match and light up a single candle at random. Not for dead people, and not for her attempts at forgetting about them, but for the time she had wasted trying to please people that did nothing but hurt her for so long.
On the way out of the chapel, Sam made the mistake of glancing at the windows. Of course he was still there. He would never leave her, would he? She had seen him angry at her more times than she could count, but never like that. That expression of outstanding disgust and fury was forever etched in Sam’s memory of him. He was just a shadow, he was pure darkness in the shape of a man she once knew. But Sam had to look away and walk as fast as she could away from him, fearing that any day now his image would definitely leave the restrained space of reflective surfaces and finally kill her, like she had killed him.
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“Dinner… is served!” Simon announced with a flourish.
Simon and Deena dropped several bags on the kitchen table and they chuckled when everyone else eagerly jumped forward to look at the contents spilling on the table. 
“There’s nothing like an absurd amount of junk food to fix all your problems,” he smiled proudly at the scene in front of him. All the people closest to him with smiles on their faces, exchanging a warm meal and easy conversation. His smile turned just nostalgic enough, thinking about his mother, the woman who taught him that lesson. She used to fix all problems with food. She had special meals for every sickness, mended broken hearts with each person’s favorite food, and she celebrated every occasion with big feasts. So far, Simon couldn’t say she had ever failed.
Simon, Deena, Kate, Sam, Josh, and Constance, sat down at the table. They got started with their junk food feast. Everything was still hot, smelled amazing, and tasted even better. Behind Simon and the teenagers, stood Ruby Lane. She tilted her head one side and the other, observing the scene in front of her. Her slightly blurred expression showed confusion, then a hint of sadness, and finally settled in something surprisingly close to affection. Eating. Food. Good company. Friends. She distantly could remember the feeling of it all. The details had left her a while ago. But if she focused hard enough on the smiles of these strangers, she almost felt right at home, almost felt like she belonged with them, almost let herself believe that if she wanted to she could reach out, take a seat, enjoy a meal with them… Almost, almost but not quite.
At the table, conversation flowed easily. Everyone was enjoying the food, and the adults all had one or two beers with the meals, perhaps a little more. Despite the emotionally heavy day, the group was in a surprisingly good mood. A consequence of growing up in Shadyside, maybe. They were either the best or the worst at coping with loss. The trick was not knowing how to tell the difference between both extremes. 
Sam was a little concerned about the fact that the pair of teenagers looked so refreshed and so much like themselves after attending a funeral. Maybe they just needed the time away from the manor. She just hoped it would last.
While all of them discussed favorite meals and comfort food, Simon finally explained his choice of food for the day. “This is actually from the first place where I worked,” he confessed.
“Really?” Sam asked, leaning forward with a kind smile.
“Yeah. My mom got me the job,” he added. “She was the sweetest woman, but she could be scary as shit if she wanted to. She convinced them to give a part-time job to little old me. I was barely fifteen.”
“Tell her why you got fired,” Kate said, raising a playful eyebrow in his direction.
Simon rolled his eyes and picked up a couple of fries to throw in her direction. “For giving you free food you asshole!”
While all the others laughed, Kate gasped loudly and wore a nearly comically offended expression for a moment. It was her turn to roll her eyes and lean across Deena to look at Sam and explain, “This bitch throwing me food like a toddler? He got fired for being too talented for a food truck, basically.”
“Ah, whatever,” Simon laughed. He ran a hand through his messy blonde hair and pushed through his unexpected shyness to explain. “The food was good, but it was also too slow and expensive. Got me fired but got me noticed.” He stopped then, and tried to make it seem natural and not at all like he was holding back information. Which made Sam think about the missed opportunity across the ocean that Kate had mentioned earlier that day. “But!” Simon went on, with extra cheerfulness on his voice to hide who knows how many things anymore, “now I get to happily cook for all of you, ungrateful little shits that you are.”
“Hey!” Deena protested, stopped a second to swallow her food and continued. “I am grateful. Dude, I love your food. I survived eating this cheap shit almost exclusively for like a decade. I’m in heaven when you cook actual food.”
“Do you just love me for my food?” Simon pouted dramatically. 
Sam watched them banter with a smile. Before she could stop herself, she was joining the conversation. “This actually reminds me of my childhood in Shadyside,” she said, holding up a burger in her hand.
“What?” Kate smirked, “You don’t have these bad boys in Sunnyvale?”
Sam laughed along with everyone else, she was starting to feel just the slightest bit tipsy, and this time decided not to mention the fact that Kate hadn’t even taken a bite of her burger yet. However, she hadn’t managed to shake herself from the weird, nostalgic mood that had had a hold of her the entire day. One moment she was there, seated at the kitchen table in Shadyside Manor, and with the blink of an eye, she was back at an expensive Sunnyvale restaurant.
She had been more than a little tipsy back then, she had needed the courage in any way she could find it. During the meal, a hundred different memories of her mother’s cruel comments on her weight and eating habits passed through her mind. She didn’t push them away though, she focused on them, because it hadn’t been just her mother, and she needed to focus on that pain and resentment. Because seated across from her was Peter. Peter, who had joined her mother in criticizing her. Peter, who never once defended her from his own mother. Peter, who had hurt her emotionally and physically more than anybody else.
Peter, who refused to lose an argument, who didn’t know when to let it go, and would never let her go. They didn’t get to the altar, but since their first kiss, he had assumed only death would take her away from him. He didn’t consider he’d go first, he might have even dreamed of a second or third wife, and one or two times he had been close to being responsible for that sudden end. Instead, it was their anniversary, they were both drunk, Sam admitted more than she had meant to, he was yelling at her in the middle of the street, threatening to kill her, taking a step backward when she reached for him, and then there were the truck’s headlights…
“Oh, yeah,” Sam blurted out, and hoped they wouldn’t notice the way her voice was trembling. “But in Sunnyvale, we add a little caviar on top of the burgers.”
Sam was surprised to see everyone laugh at what she had considered a pretty lame joke. It was a beautiful sound. She didn’t think she’d ever been surrounded by the incredible number of five people that genuinely liked her for who she really was. Josh even choked a little on the food he had been chewing, and Simon slapped his back, maybe a little harder than necessary. It made Kate and Constance laugh even harder. Those were things that Sam noticed, but her focus was actually on the woman beside her. Deena had laughed with all of them, of course. But the soft smile she was directing at Sam was something completely different, something she couldn’t even compare to anything else she had ever experienced. 
When the conversation hit an inevitable lull, Constance was the first one to notice the way Simon’s mood dimmed, his shoulders slumped and he stopped eating, just fumbling with the papers on the table. There was a lot a person could say to a friend that just lost their mother, then there was what a moody teenager with an exceptionally tragic life could offer.
“My aunt was a shit cook,” Constance blurted out. “These burgers were all she got for me when my parents died. But I couldn’t eat it… I thought I would never eat again, which would be okay because that would kill me and I’d be reunited with…” She shrugged, and everyone else at the table listened to her intently, rendered speechless not just by the unexpected confession, but because of her expression, neutral without being insensitive, sincere without being very emotional. “But then,” Constance continued, adding the smallest smiles here and there. “It was like I could hear my mom yelling at me for not eating. Cindy Berman could be a pain in the ass in case you didn’t know. But that feeling… it was like she was right there with me, beautiful and annoying and never gone entirely.”
For a moment, nobody knew what to say. Simon, although his eyes were glassy, smiled brightly at her. “You do not act as if you’re listening to your mom,” he said.
“Hey! I ignored her when she was alive too, she gets it,” Constance rolled her eyes playfully. “But the point is I know that we have to keep eating, and keep living… for them. Don’t we?”
“Yeah, we do,” Simon agreed.
He took a deep breath to get a hold of his emotions and raised his beer bottle to the center of the table, where Kate, Deena, and Sam joined him in a toast for the living. Constance joined in enthusiastically with a can of soda, but Josh didn’t move a muscle.
“Hey, do we have some more beer?” Josh asked a moment later. “I could really use one.”
“Uh, no. Not at fifteen you can’t,” Deena replied immediately. She tensed on her seat.
The teenage boy rolled his eyes and focused on the au pair across the table from him. “Miss Fraser, do you think I could have a beer?” He asked with a sharp, charming smile that looked just a little off on the edges.
“I… agree with your sister, Josh,” Sam replied carefully. She didn’t want to cross any boundaries, but she was also responsible for the teenagers.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve gone without a real drink?!”
“I remember my first beer,” Kate interrupted him, reminiscing with an easy smile on her face. “It was my first time babysitting Constance, and then Christine thought it would be a good idea to give me a beer.”
“My mom hated beer,” Sam said. “She used to say one sip could mean I’ll end up in hell.” Then she took a hearty sip, thinking of her mother and the thousand suffocating rules she’d pressed upon Sam’s shoulders her entire life.
“Well,” Deena smirked, “You did end up in Shadyside so…”
While most of them laughed, Josh’s face contorted into an expression of deep frustration and rage until he didn’t look like himself anymore. “Why the hell am I being controlled by a bunch of dykes?!” He slammed his hand on the table furiously. 
But just as soon as the words left his mouth, Sam and Deena jumped out of their chairs. Deena was his sister, and maybe Sam was just the au pair, but while Deena was so angry that she couldn’t even get any words out, Sam got ahead of her.
“That language, and that attitude, and beyond unacceptable, Josh. You are going to your room right now. No discussion. Did you hear me?” Sam said, her voice firm, unwavering, and her stance perfectly commanding.
All eyes were on her, but she was staring straight at Josh. He didn’t budge, he was stronger than most teenagers Sam had ever worked with, but she was even stronger. She didn’t hesitate at all. She glanced quickly at Constance, and the girl, despite intensely rolling her eyes, stood up and walked toward Josh. She not-so-gently grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the chair. Slowly, and with Josh throwing threatening looks at Sam over his shoulder, they walked out of the kitchen. After excusing herself, Sam followed them. She didn’t look back to see the impressed looks her friends were exchanging, pleasantly surprised by that side of her.
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“Hey, Sunnyvale,” Deena said as soon as she caught sight of Sam walking down the stairs of the manor to the foyer where she was waiting for her.
Sam reached the end of the stairs and noticed that Deena was wearing a jacket, and holding Sam’s own jacket in her hands. But when the au pair reached out to grab it, Deena pulled back.
“Ah, ah. Not yet,” Deena said. She was smiling, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes. “You only get warmth in exchange for information.” Her words made the au pair chuckle, and Deena instantly felt herself relax a little. “How did it go with my asshole brother?” She finally asked.
“Um, it was fine, I think,” Sam replied. “He… Well, I think he’s embarrassed. He probably regrets it a lot. He’s acting almost as if he doesn’t even remember what he said.”
“That doesn’t make it better,” Deena frowned. She felt pretty embarrassed about the entire incident, and she was so not looking forward to having that conversation with Josh, who apparently had turned into some kind of monster in the place of her sweet younger brother. “I’m sorry about it.”
Sam shrugged and attempted a smile. “If it helps, I think he really listened when I explained that we all just want what’s best for him, and having that makes him luckier than most of us.”
The gardener nodded thoughtfully. “I agree with you there,” she said as she held open Sam’s jacket to help her put it on. Deena was careful, and her hands were confident, but at the same time, she barely touched Sam’s body as she helped her. The only thing she couldn’t help herself from doing was standing perhaps a little closer than necessary. Enough to feel her heart skip a beat when Sam’s blonde hair brushed her cheek, and the smell of some sweet-scented shampoo filled her senses. “But also, how depressing is that for us?” Deena said, stepping back from Sam. The au pair laughed and turned around to stare a Deena, who offered her a hand and said, “Come on, let’s go be depressing outside for a change.”
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unsolvedcase-moved · 3 years
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💝 + sandersyasmina you’re right, let’s show antania love
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bravehery · 3 years
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@ziggybermcn​   ➜  sc. 
                                       You’re    not    my    sister    .    .    .    
                Then    who    am    I?    
                                                   A    monster.    
teeth    seem    to    rattle    ,    as    though    they    too    were    shaken    by    the    words    they    had    helped    to    form    ,    that    they    had    spoken    aloud    in    tremble.    guilt    followed    soon    after    to    keep    her    company    ,    starting    as    simple    as    a    tickle    in    the    pit    of    her    stomach.    as    though    the    regret    she    felt    had    grown    fingers    ,    long    and    bony    ,    extending    and    stretching    in    an    attempt    to    wrap    around    her    heart    which    continued    to    beat    ever    so    rapidly    —    as    if    trying    to    escape    the    fingers    of    guilt    by    leaping    from    out    her    chest.    
guilt    was    no    stranger    to    cindy.    it’s    company    ,    though    never    welcomed    ,    was    the    only    company    she    could    count    on.    it    clung    to    her    like    a    shadow    ,    it’s    breath    hot    on    her    neck.    it’s    footsteps    always    matching    her    own    ,    no    matter    what    pace    she    took    in    desperate    attempts    to    outrun    it.    
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and    it’s    company    was    now    practically    constant    in    the    face    of    ziggy    ,    in    the    face    of    her    baby    sister    ,    who    now    looked    at    her    with    such    disdain.    and    who    could    blame    her    ,    truly    ?    in    an    attempt    to    distance    herself    from    the    girl    she    once    was    ,    the    girl    she    wanted    to    bury    and    forget    about    ,    she    in    turn    distanced    herself    from    ziggy.    and    as    desperate    as    she    was    to    close    the    distance    she    had    caused    ,    it    seemed    her    attempts    were    fruitless.    as    the    distance    grew    so    did    the    guilt    ,    threatening    to    consume    cindy.    
a    breath    ,    shaky    in    exhale    ,    passes    over    her    bottom    lip    as    she    raises    her    hand.    she    hesitates    for    a    moment    ,    hand    hovering    over    the    cabin    door    ,    before    she    brings    it    down    in    swift    rapping    —    the    rapid    knocking    matching    pace    to    the    quickened    beating    of    her    heart.    
❛    ziggy    ?    ❜    she    speaks    a    moment    after    the    rapping    ceases    ,    ❛    can    we    talk    ?    ❜
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saintlopezlov3r · 3 years
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𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧.𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧. 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧.𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧. 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧.𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.
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illicithawke · 3 years
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﹙𝓜 ﹚› ˖  ࣪ 🔮 ! 𝗭𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗬 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌
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