𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏.

I HAVE HELD MY FEAR THE WAY A KNIFE HOLDS IT'S BLADE…

[errortvs]

EPISODE EIGHT — What Does Molly Do?

[errortvs]

[cynthiafm]

who are the plastics ?

[ivafm]

➝ iMSG: iva 💖💖💖

CJ: hi

CJ: you look so pretty

CJ: just wanted to tell you haha

CJ: also why do you keep arguing with violet aha did something happen

IVA: you look so handsome mister

IVA: i do not like her at all

IVA: why are you asking about violet

[baebyboy]

I’ve already seen this before

[ivafm]

💌 — 𝐒𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐎: 𝑪𝒀𝑵 🍒

CYNTHIA: iva why...

IVA: he's cute i like him

IVA: why is he like a furry secretly or something

[ivafm]

💌 — 𝐒𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐎: 𝑪𝒀𝑵 🍒

CYNTHIA: HAHAHA

CYNTHIA: okay who is it really

IVA: 😐

IVA: seriously it's him

[ivafm]

💌 — 𝐒𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐎: 𝑪𝒀𝑵 🍒

CYNTHIA: ugh gross, go see a doctor

CYNTHIA: nvm forgot i have a bf so i cant judge...

CYNTHIA: who?

IVA: yeah ur the first person i thought to tell 💛

IVA: cj

[ivafm]

💌 — 𝐒𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐎: 𝑪𝒀𝑵 🍒

IVA: dude i'm so whipped

IVA: i like this guy so bad cynthia

[ivafm]

hangthecj‌:

there’s a needy yet surprising groan that pushes past practically swollen lips and cj’s brows furrow until he feels her weight on his lap, instinctively reaching out to grab her hips. he meets her gaze before they kiss again, hands sliding up her shirt to feel the bare skin of her back. everywhere he touches feels new and soft and he breaks their kiss, instantly moving to pepper kisses against her neck, teeth grazing the skin. ❝ hi, ❞ cj mumbles against her. ❝ i like you, so bad. ❞ ivories sink into the crook of her neck, tongue flitting against the skin as he leaves a small mark. tomorrow he’ll brush the hair from her shoulder to look at it.

it’s almost like they’re under a whole new set of stars, somewhere far away where it’s only them, where everything is nothing but chimerical. cameron’s hands feel lithe on her hips, and right now all iva knew of tenderness was how much she wanted it. she’s pulling away with a pout until she feels cj’s lips against her neck and only then does she tangle her hands in his hair and let her head fall back. he draws love letters with his mouth. she moans. ‘ hi, ’ her soft giggles into his hair turn into breathy pants, fingers tracing over the newly formed hickey before she cups his face to look a her. ‘ i like you more. ’ before she connects their lips again, she tugs at his shirt, wanting nothing more than to feel his skin against hers. it was funny, how he looked at her and she lost control, how he touched her and her skin lit ablaze. maybe iva’s gasping for her breath, and maybe cj is her oxygen. — timeskip

[ivafm]

+ 𝙘𝙟 …

he thinks it’s over - the teasing, the moment. it usually never escalates past anything else; cameron doesn’t think he can handle it. she’s always so confident and outwardly content whereas his body is practically aching for more. a simple whine earns the harshest of swallows when iva scolds him for paying too much attention to anything that isn’t her, but that’s the problem. he couldn’t be any more hyper aware of her movements: the rustling on the bed, her stare boring into his head, breathing on his neck when she’s extra impatient. then, in a moment only ever experienced in dreams, iva’s lips are against his ear and his arms cover themselves with goosebumps as her words echo throughout his head. then his head is being pulled forward and his eyes snap to attention, flickering between plump pink lips and dark eyes that made his stomach drop. it seems like minutes go by as they just stare at each other before  r realizes she’s waiting for him, and before full on panic can set in his tongue pokes out, dragging across his bottom lip before he leans in and kisses her. it’s different, this kiss - it starts off slow but each passing moment adds intensity until his lips feel almost numb, eager hands desperately grasping at whatever piece of her he can find.

it’s not like it’s surprising. they both know how much they want it and how satisfying it is for their lips to connect again. in tangled likeness, iva’s legs begin intertwining with his and soft touches turn needier and needier and her hands can’t find where to go so they rest on his arm and all she feels is happy. hi, she thinks. her eyes flutter open to glance at him before shutting again, as if this is something she’s not allowed to see, something she can’t stop looking at. they have plenty of time, yet something about the atmosphere seems … rushed. almost like the desperation is gnawing at their insides and aching to be released, like it’s the first and last kiss at the first time. the nothing surprises iva more than she does herself, when she pulls away to hook a leg over his torso so she’s on top straddling him, connecting their lips once again. cameron was all rose and honey, and iva couldn’t stop basking in it.

[ivafm]

+ 𝙘𝙟 …

the ceiling has seemingly become much more interesting as tired eyes scan the patterns until they sting in desperation for moisture, cj giving in and closing his eyes as she teases him. with one eye open his head tilts to get a good look at the rustling next to him, gaze being met with blonde locks cascading over a face he would never get tired of looking at. if they were standing his knees would buckle for her - her smile that makes the residual thumps of his heartbeat feel louder than anything else in the world. the blood rushing to his ears is near audible, reddening cheeks soon getting covered by a casual arm. ❝ yeah, actually. i don’t know if i can contain myself… ❞ after trailing off to buy himself a couple more seconds to wipe the grin from his face cameron mirrors her pose, mischievous smile replacing his previous coy demeanor. ❝ on a night like this my virginity is just, like, begging to be taken. ❞ free hand reaches out to let his fingertips brush against the skin of her arm in the most faux sultry way he possibly can. admittedly, the realization of them cohabiting a confined area together didn’t hit until iva mentioned it. he was nervous, but he wouldn’t tell her. why waste breath, when she could nearly read him like a book anyway. to be the pages underneath her fingertips, he wonders. would her book on him be empty? would she know the words he never dares to say before they even reach his mind?

how flustered cameron gets and how he regains himself doesn’t slide past iva so easily. if only she could lock this memory up and file it away somewhere in her mind, she’d look back at it and play it over and over. iva likes it, how nervous she makes him, how he can never keep eye contact for too long, how even her gaze gets him sweating. but right now, he’s tugging at her heartstrings with the way he touches her arm, the thumping returning again as the side of her lips tug up into a smirk. every past time she’s come over they’ve made out, sure. iva was content. she didn’t need anything else, she never wanted anything else. just being around cj makes her happy, just watching him play minecraft for hours makes her happy. but for the first time, iva wanted more. she could sit pretty and be content with what she had, but an emptiness deep inside her began to ache. maybe it’s this that stirs something in her to lean in close to his ear and whisper, ‘ well you have me right here cj, ’ there was something about him that made her want to abandon all caution, and she does just that by pulling him close but not close enough by his head, waiting with an abated breath for him to make the first move.

[ivafm]

𝙘𝙟 …

it’s subtle, but cj can feel her head pushing against his kiss and nothing can thwart the twitching that’s threatening the corners of his lips. her smile almost completely puts him at ease and soon enough cj is settling next to her on the bed, sitting atop the covers and resting a shaky arm behind his head. nimble fingers trace absentminded patterns in the blanket that covers her stomach as she rambles, earning a sarcastic eye roll in response. ❝ no. i think some hillbilly found it and is about to roast it over an open fire for dinner. ❞ with a gaze drifting downward after his light-hearted response their eyes meet, cameron shuffles to be eye level with his beloved. there’s so much to say, he thinks to himself, but in fear of changing the conversation to a note too serious for the both of them to process he presses his previously parted lips tightly together and averts his stare. ❝ we think we have it bad but, man… at least we don’t have size 13 nikes. in mens. ❞

it was … terribly beautiful; she could feel his touch at her stomach and wanted so badly to intertwine her fingers with his, but she holds back as he responds. iva scoffs at his expectedly stupid response, her grin widening as wide doe eyes meet his brown ones. her eyebrows raise, waiting for cj to do something. yet, he looks away, and iva shrugs it off. this is how it’s become, atmosphere tasting of heat and what-could-have-happeneds and stolen glances. the sheets, the bustling street outside the hotel, the arguing at the room beside them, had become secondary. she only focuses on him, yet he always stops before the light between them can spark. ‘ did you seriously just quote tall girl to me ? ’ the second scoff of the night escapes her lips, pulling the sheets up to her chin as she props her elbow up to lean her head on her hand. ‘ you know, this is the first time we’ve shared a bed. nervous ? ’

[ivafm]

𝙘𝙟 …‌

the day felt simultaneously like five minutes and five hours long and, to be honest, like a lucid dream. like cj had spent the whole day watching himself be tortured, his best friend and beloved nearly murdered, and all his closest friends fight for their lives. he only began to feel sunken back into his own skin when the smooth sound of iva’s voice brought him to attention. only catching the ending of her question cj slowly turns his head to watch her grasp at the covers, body moving instinctively to help her pull them over her. if only they could both disappear behind lush comforters, sinking together in a soft hotel mattress where none of this ever happened. the silence is so thick it could be cut through, blonde haired boy frozen as he stares down at iva. it takes every ounce of his remaining willpower to hold himself together, at least for his sake if not hers. ❝ for today, it’s done. ❞ desperate to push the mental images from his mind cj leans down to press his lips against iva’s forehead, eyelids fluttering shut as he wishes he could melt into her.  ❝ hi. ❞ the sole word is pushed out almost breathlessly against her skin.

it feels wrong to enjoy the chaste kiss he presses against her temple after the events that occurred. she excuses it as okay, and iva’s just glad there’s someone she trusts to keep her company in such a shocking turn of events. it’s odd, the minute the group split the one person on iva’s mind that she wanted to be around was cj, and now that she’s with him she already feels that much safer. she had even thought that cj being around her would be enough to ease whatever thumping was going on in her chest. however, the closer she gets just makes the thumping more evident as she leans into his touch. ‘ hi, ’ she smiles. iva’s itching to lighten the mood, the aftertaste of tonight’s events lingering in her mind. ‘ do you think i’ll find my shoe ever again. i liked that pair of sneakers. ’ her rambling seems to change the topic well enough, anything to get her mind off tonight and onto something else is more than satisfactory for iva. 

[ivafm]

         @hangthecj     |     laying down on the hotel bed opposite of cj sat iva, breaths coming out in scattered intervals as she struggled to find the right time to speak. see, the atmosphere doesn’t yield any opportunity to just start a conversation. what is there to even talk about post escape of a psycho’s chainsaw room cornfield chase ? she turns, facing the ceiling before asking, ‘ do you think we’re gonna die, cj ? ’ she’s not looking at him, still looking up at the ceiling. ‘ okay, that was a stupid question. this is just so fucked up. so so so fucked up, ’ she’s shaking her head and laughing awkwardly, pulling at the covers to cover her body. 

[ivafm]

“what are you doing in my house?”

[ivafm]

𝙞𝙫𝙖…task three