#cndybtz

[silkchvffon]

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SHE'S BEING FOLLOWED — or perhaps that's only in her head, stella cannot tell anymore. she's come to terms with the fact that the feeling will never quite disappear, but remains a shadow in her life. she can live with that. she doesn't have much choice either way. she flings the knife behind her without looking, hears the thud as it buries into a tree trunk. hastened steps retreat until the figure she hasn't hallucinated after all comes into view, familiar face staring back at her. « i could've harmed you ! what are you doing here ? »

[psterboyz]

@cndybtz liked for a starter, two of two. loosely based off the plot in the source. muse : atticus kennedy, thirty-two, corrupt fbi agent.

" i fuckin' killed him. " the words rang out hollow from atticus' lips, his hands sticky with slowly drying blood. he wasn't quite sure what had come over him. he couldn't make eye contact with the other, couldn't be bothered to even give any sort of indication of the chaos raging within his head. " i saw him — i saw him hit you and i just... " his voice trailed off, his heartbeat roaring in his ears. he hadn't even begun to consider the consequences of what he'd just done, but he knew he'd have to reckon with them eventually.

[psterboyz]

@cndybtz liked for a starter, one of two. loosely based off the plot in the source. muse : valentina sottosanti, twenty-two, daughter of a mafia leader.

" i thought we had agreed on no more fights, " valentina said quietly, gently dabbing at a cut on their cheek with a damp towel, wiping away the blood. their face was gently illuminated by the dim overhead light of the bathroom, almost making them look like an angel, and she hummed in a soft apology as she grabbed an alcohol wipe and a bandage. " especially over me. "

[psterboyz]

valentina sottosanti for donavon cohen, @cndybtz. one of four.

" please, you want me quiet? make me. "

[hyggenights]

closed starter for @cndybtz continued from here.

"...can you tell me why?" aled figured there were bountiful reasons why it might be a bad idea. why it makes sense to place that boundary up so evidently and loudly, but that's not to say he had to like it, either. "don't you like the look of me or something, winnie?"

[khaleesiie]

@cndybtz , continued from here. ♡

"i don't want an apology, zoey," the words come out sharper than she intends, but skylar can't help herself. chest rises and falls unevenly as she takes a step closer, tears welling up in her warm gaze. "i want you. all of you. not the version that only exists when no one's looking." voice breaks slightly, but she keeps going, because she has to. "you keep saying i don't understand, but maybe you don't either. i wake up next to you every morning knowing that i can't reach for your hand in public. that i can't tell people the truth about the person i love, that i have to keep lying to everyone, including myself." exhales shakily, forcing out a quiet laugh that sounds more like a sob. "and i know your parents are scary, i know it's complicated, but god, zoey, i can't keep being your secret. i just can't."

[luckydime]

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they were a week away from her due date and their little girl could come at any time, beck had transitioned to working remote full time, and he was practically living with cate at this point. only sneaking out late at night when she'd reassured him that she didn't need anything else and would call if that changed. some nights, though, she let him stay, let him take care of her, and it was in those nights that he'd tragically started to fall for the girl. "how are you feeling tonight?" he asked as he got back with their takeout, having eagerly ordered her favourites, indulging all of her cravings. he'd do anything for her, for both of his girls. he wondered often if she knew that.

[luckydime]

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eli — despite adoring her and enjoying the convenience of having paola there whenever he wanted to indulge in her — was beginning to feel suffocated. he knew it would happen and it was one of the reasons why he had attempted to persuade her from coming over any time she wanted, but at the end of the day, he couldn't say no to her. instead, having bottled up his frustrations over the lack of space and alone time he had was...not resulting in anything positive for the two. he didn't want to snap at the girl, but his patience had run thin after a particularly long week at work. "honestly, p, i'm not sure this is working anymore."