「 ✏️ 」 “ could   be, ”   he   murmured,   more   to   himself   than   to   her, cupping a mug of hot joe between his hands.   “ red   creek’s   seen   its   fair   share   of…   darkness. ”   tommy   didn’t   much   believe   in   curses   —   life   was   complicated   enough   without   thinking   that   the   town   itself   was   bent   on   twisting   the   lives   of   its   people.   but   there   was   something   about   this   place.   the   way   that dread tangled   in   the   air   like   roots   beneath   the   surface,   reaching   up,   tripping   people   when   they   weren’t   looking. “ you got any sage? ”

" that's a pretty way of looking at it, " she scoffs, mindlessly picking at her nails. even talking about curses gave her anxiety. " can't say i believe in sage, " just curses, like the pessimist she was, " but they have everything at sisters of the moon if you're looking to ward off evil, or find out that your life was predestined. you never really had a choice. "

“  you  think?  ”  josie  remarks.  she's  thought  about  this  murder  since  the  very  moment  the  news  of  a  dead  body  broke,  and  it's  been  making  her  more  anxious  than  she  normally  is  (  which  is  typically  not  at  all.  ) the idea of a killer among them has made her so frightened that sometimes she refuses to believe it.  “  because  i  think  it  is,  like,  for  real.  twenty  five  years  since  the  last  murder?  that's  too  rounded  of  a  number  —  that's  pennywise  shit.  we're  fucking  doomed.  ”

" you think our lives are some big horror movie? our fate long predestined by the horror gods? " willow's entire life was based on trying to fight the current, to escape what destiny awaited willow in this small town. now she was resigned to it. " don't think i'm nice enough to be the final girl. or dumb enough to die first. does that make me fodder? a nameless character killed off in the big party scene? "

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LAUREN LONDON in YOU PEOPLE ( 2023 )

🎬 Drama : Romance in the House (2024).

guilt wasn't an unfamiliar feeling for fletcher. if anything, it might be the only thing he knew how to feel. it had been a long time since he felt anything else. the church would only amplify that. the old brick walls called to him, blue eyes tracing a long crack from it's tallest tower, all the way down to the garden out front. fletch had wandered there after his visit to the redstone, the smoke and booze still clinging to him. subconsciously, flecher's hand passed over his heart, and chest, "you don't think anyone is there, do you?" whoever had come, couldn't sneak up on him, even in his state.

" the only person in there is a priest much too hot for celibacy. " corbin gazes almost longingly up at the church. maybe if she was capable of feeling guilt her relationship with her family wouldn't be so fractured. " it's a little late for catholic guilt this time of night. are you alright, dear? " she addresses him in the same manor she would her students -- she asks but frankly she doesn't care.

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avery suddenly jumps up from the bench, startled by the accusation. she was really hoping that whole encounter was a fever dream but drunk avery really did make the stupiest deciison possible. " i don't know what you're talking about. " smooth recovery. avery crosses her arms across her chest. " i would never hit on you, i would, however, hit you. " she takes a step back, trying to put some distance between her and satan incarnate. " if that did happen, which i'm not saying it did, then it was an accident and will never happen again. " she scoffs, turning away from him. " i don't think you're really the killer, dumbass. you're too cocky, you'd brag about it and get yourself caught. "

⁑ ❝ i dunno, you seen jennifer check ? ❞ santi replies, somewhat hoping the conversation could turn to a slasher flick debrief instead of focusing on the very real horrors of their town. when avery names her suspect— talk about a mic drop statement. if he had anything else to drop, he probably would've. ❝ kieran ? ❞ his brows furrow as he mindlessly starts the load of laundry, rushing through the steps so he can join her on the bench. it leaves a sick feeling in his stomach to consider the possibility. ❝ avery– first thing's first– you absolutely shouldn't just tell people that. ❞ ( though he's storing the borderline accusation in his ever - growing bank of information ) ❝ second, why do you think that ? ❞

" santi i appreciate the compliment but i'm not nearly as hot as megan fox. not to mention -- she wasn't human and she only killed boys. " if avery was the killer, she would do the same. so far the victims had only been females. " only a man would target women in this misogynistic world. " she shrugs crossing her legs and giving santi a weird look as he rushes over. " oh please, everyone knows he was already questioned by the police. he started it by accusing our dad of being the killer. "

☾ a familiar voice pulls hana from a monotonous routine. one the would've sparked excitement before now tugs on her heartstrings in a different way — maybe it's guilt from their hastily severed ties. it's a scenario she's purposefully avoided for months & maybe this is divine intervention; a sign to face it head on. willow has a past with another version of hana, one that's hard to get in touch with these days. new hana would face her with a confident smile. ❝ talking to yourself ? ❞ she asks, tone chipper despite the way heart threatens to claw out through her chest. ❝ i wouldn't say cursed. maybe a weirdo - magnet, though. ❞

it's an dull ache, one that never really went away but seeing hana again after all these years ... the dull turns into sharp stabbing pain. she discreetly rubs at her chest and puts on a toothless smile. this was way she came back, right? resolve the unresolved. it was worse than she thought it would be. " an old habit. " she replies, as if hana wouldn't know the old her. the two of them were two sides of the same coin, constantly pretending. they didn't use to pretend around each other. " i guess the rumors of your return were true. " she gives hana a once over, confirming with her eyes that the real hana is in fact in front of her. " guess that makes us both weirdos, since we both returned. " she gives hana a wink, attempting to be casual.

she shuffles closer to her old friend, her overly sweet late going cold. " the talbots are in charge, nothing good can possibly come from that. " they were everything the liaos were not and that somehow made it worse. " the best thing we did was get out of this town. what on earth are we doing back here? " it was unsolved issues, but based on the current events it looked like those issues would stay unresolved because when bloodshed happens, it's always the poor to go first.

♤ ❝ can you please talk to me like it's a totally normal week in a totally boring town ? ❞ piper pleads, falling onto her couch with a sigh. it's unsettling enough to live through the tragedy itself, much less listen to everyone's attempt at a diy interrogation. ❝ i feel like my brain is two more theories away from self imploding. ❞

in normal circumstances avery would be appalled. this true crime stuff was like a drug to her but she adored piper, even if she was a little jealous of her naturally blonde hair. she sits on the arm of the couch and pats her sister's head. " hmm, where to begin. i was doing laundry earlier and finch told me he thinks dad is a panty thief. i was almost alarmed but he feeds five course meals to fish so he really can't be trusted. oh -- i'm getting a dog! "

* ❪ 🦇 ❫ ﹕ 𝘁𝗵𝗲   𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲   𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀   𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺   𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺   𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀   𝗮𝘀   𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿  laundry   mashes   together   ( had   shoved   it   all in before she could retaliate ),   the   coins   in   his   pockets   slipping   out   &   clanking   against   metal   with   obnoxious   PLINKS.   the   man   behind   the   counter   clears   his   throat   in   finch's   direction,   a   call   to   sea   that   he   floats   to   like   a   lost   ship,    exchanging  something   that   he   steps   in   to   cover   with   his   body.   a shuffle of paper as he continues the chatter.  ❛  your   freaky   ass   dad   for   sure.   pretty   sure   he   took   a   pair   of   my   fuckin'   underwear   one time.   slept   over   kie's   when   we   were   like  — what ?  twenty ?    —    next   mornin   nothin'. ❜      the   cashier   avoids   hearing   the   conversation   altogether   as   soon   as   their   interaction   ends,   nodding   him   off   with   a   scurry   into   the   back.   finch is shoving an envelope in his pocket with one hand, a powdered bag of laundry detergent in the other that spills from a hole in its corner as he makes his way to the open washing drawer.

avery spent too much time with finch as it is, having the unfortunate privilege of being one of his roommates. frankly, she did laundry to get away from him and june and now there they were, doing laundry together. she doesn't comment when he throws his clothes in with hers. she's playing the long con -- make all of finch's whites pink. an exasperated sound comes out of avery as she rolls her eyes. " what is wrong with you finch? genuinely. " she had never heard someone accuse her dad of panty snatching but she would probably believe someone if they told her -- as long as that person wasn't finch. " are you sure it wasn't kieran? he probably ran out of clean boxers and stole yours. " or maybe it was a curoius piper but she would never throw her baby sister under the bus. " dude you're making a mess, " she points to the bag he's holding, a frown on her lips.

fletch had been patiently waiting to be able to use the machine for a good half hour now, but he wasn't about to pester someone to be able to take care of it. so he simply stood there. waiting for a machine to open up. when a buzzer had finally gone off, he thought now would be his time. but then another five minutes had passed. he didn't mean to be caught staring, but when the news paper ripped away, he was startled, " uh, you mean who left their wet clothes in the wash ? i haven't the faintest ," before blinking, " oh , you don't mean that at all... "

" what, no that was me. " she makes no move to clear out her wet clothes, too engrossed in her conversation. she leans over, handing fletch her newspaper. " i mean who killed alaina, kidnapped angela's cousin...the obvious elephant in the room. " why was she seemingly the only person in town intrigued by the recent events?

   𝗃𝖺𝗒𝖼𝖾   𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽,   shoving   his   hands   into   his   pockets   as   he   looked   around   the   dingy   laundromat.   he   shouldn’t   be   here,   scrubbing   out   his   own   clothes   in   red   creek   of   all   places.   for   the   past   seven   years,   life   had   𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥   him   ┈   private   jets,   fancy   hotels,   personal   assistants   handling   everything   from   laundry   to   dinner   reservations.   now   he   was   back   home,   standing   under   harsh   fluorescent   lights   and   battling   an   ancient   washing   machine   he   could   barely   figure   out.   he   sighed,   over   the   top   and   exasperated,   squinting   at   the   tiny   icons   on   the   detergent   tray.   just   as   he   was   about   to   give   up,   he   caught   a   glimpse   of   someone   lounging   on   a   nearby   bench:   𝘁𝗵𝗲   𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗼𝗿’𝘀   𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿.   her   nonchalance   in   this   place   threw   him   off,   and   he   almost   didn’t   register   her   question.     “   huh   ?   who   did   𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍   ?   ”   he   muttered,   mind   half   focused   on   the   detergent   situation.   but   then   it   hit   him.   of   course   ┈   what   everyone   in   red   creek   seemed   to   be   whispering   about   these   days   ┈   𝘁𝗵𝗲   𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀.   not   that   he   wasn’t   aware;   it   was   just   that   his   own   life   was   so   turned   upside   down   he   barely   had   the   energy   to   think   about   anyone   else’s   problems.   jayce   turned,   an   eyebrow   raised,   the   faintest   hint   of   a   smirk   tugging   at   his   lips.   “   maybe   it   was   𝙮𝙤𝙪,   and   you’re   just   trying   to   throw   the   rest   of   us   off   the   case,   ”   he   teased,   crossing   his   arms,   his   tone   laced   with   mock   suspicion.   if   red   creek   was   going   to   spin   a   wild   story,   he   figured   he   might   as   well   join   in,   if   only   to   distract   himself   from   the   mess   his   life   had   become.

she grimaces at his reply, waving her hand at him. " please you could probably bench press twice my weight. " sure her life was getting sad but not enough to start murdering people. blood also made her squeamish. " maybe you and taylan are teaming up, both professional athletes for some reason living it up in dead creek. if that was me i'd -- probably move into a shitty apartment with two assholes. never mind i've lost the plot. " she lays back down and pulls an arm over her eyes, blocking out the world.

this was definitely karma for never thinking before she spoke, sober avery would never willingly speak to the devil. " are you lost, spawn of satan? " both of them came from wealthy families but at least hers had always felt down to earth. " you're too obvious. haven't the police questioned you yet? you would be first on my suspect list. " she scoffs and balls up the newspaper before chucking it at the trash. she misses by a landslide. " there's literally no other news source so quit stroking your own ego, it's gross. "