"'Cause
Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out
I know what you're doin', trying to get me to pursue you
Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out
Spill my guts out, spill my guts out"
[SEASON ONE-FOUR]
sarah cameron x fem!oc
cover by @h...
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Clara sat at the edge of a weathered log, her fingers absentmindedly picking at the rough bark as she stared at the ground. The fire crackling a few feet away cast a warm, flickering glow across her face, but she barely felt it. The night air was thick, humid, carrying the distant sounds of crickets and rustling leaves. Every sound felt louder than usual, every breath heavier.
Her stomach churned with unease. The weight of what they were about to do settled over her like an invisible force, pressing down on her chest. She had thought about standing up to Ward before-fantasized about it even-but this was real. And it wasn't just standing up to him. This was breaking the law.
Footsteps approached from behind, crunching against dried leaves. Clara looked up as Sarah emerged from the darkness, the dim firelight illuminating her face. She was holding up a burner phone in her hand, its screen glowing faintly.
Then, a ping.
Sarah's eyes flicked down to the phone before meeting Clara's gaze. Her expression was steady, but there was something in her eyes-anticipation, maybe even a little anxiety.
"We're on," Sarah said, her voice quiet but firm.
Clara exhaled slowly, shaking her head as she ran a hand through her hair. "Okay," she murmured, nodding more to herself than to Sarah. "I guess we're really doing this."
She tried to keep her voice steady, but there was no hiding the uncertainty in her tone. The reality of what they were about to do loomed over her like a storm cloud. She let out a short, humorless laugh and dropped her gaze to her lap. "I mean... armed robbery."
The words felt foreign in her mouth, like she had said them wrong. It wasn't that she hadn't known what they were planning, but saying it out loud made it feel heavier-more real.
Sarah sat down beside her, still holding onto the phone as she rested her elbows on her knees. "My entire life, Ward has always gotten what he wanted," she said, her voice quieter now. There was an edge to it, a sharpness that cut through the humid night air. "Everyone jumps for him. They don't question him. They just... obey."
Clara didn't need her to explain. She had seen it too. Hell, she had lived it. Ward commanded authority like it was his birthright, and people fell in line. Because when Ward Cameron wanted something, he got it. And if you stood in his way, you suffered the consequences.
