#we live in a shitty trailer out in the woods and my mother has walked me down the road and tucked me away in a small cave(?)

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Did a quick scribble sketch of a really early childhood memory of mine. Thinking of trying to paint it eventually, for catharsis or something

[thinkaboutmeff7au]

flash time 103

1984.

“Let me take you home tonight…”

I wake up the same way I dozed off—in a weird haze. At first, I don’t even know I’m awake. I try to remember what I was dreaming about…but I don’t really remember that either. It’s like smoke in the wind. I could be sobering up…but I’m only going to really know if I open my mouth.

“Uurgh,” I grumble. I’m really warm. Angeal’s beside me, snoring lightly.

My eyes snap open.

Okay, okay. I’m at his house, I’m in his room with the shitty gray-brown carpet and the dark wood paneling. That Boston record’s almost over. I’ve been nestled in the crook of his arm while we napped together after school. I sit up and feel dizzy. Fuck, fuck, fuck…I look down at him. He looks so peaceful. My heart aches. I wish I hadn’t woken up right yet.

I gotta go. I’ve gotta get out of here, before he wakes up.

Luckily, he’s beat enough to stay undisturbed as I stumble out of bed. I’m still a little high, but a cigarette will fix that up, or some coffee. I weave over to the record player and turn it down slowly before plucking the needle up. It scratches a little, but it’s still not enough to wake him up. He just rolls over and hugs the blankets where I was laying. I stare at him a little longer…

He’s so good to me. He’s so fucking good. I dunno if he feels obligated to keep an eye on my sorry ass after we met and I was a mess. I’m still a mess. And I dunno if I fell in love with him because he was the one God damned person who gave a shit about me, who actually wanted to be friends with me. Not just because I traded weed for blowjobs.

Oh shit, how long have I been standing here, watching him sleep? Fucking queer ass idiot. Okay. I’m gonna leave. Have to. Chest hurts.

Angeal’s mom Gillian Hewley has the TV on in the living room, but is sitting having a cigarette at the kitchen table. Smells like smoke and…pot roast? Some pot is simmering on the gas stove and she’s been keeping an eye on it. Only now, she eyes me as I shut the bedroom door behind me. “Headed home?” she asks.

“Huh? Oh, y-yeah.” Sober enough to talk without words feeling funny in my mouth. That’s fine. Takes me a minute to pick up my backpack. “Gotta…gotta head out.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner? I’ve got a nice stew going,” she offers.

“No, ’s’okay. I’ll go home,” I say, then add, “Thank….thanks, though.”

She is still studying me, and I don’t like it. If I were sober, I would’ve already bolted—see ya fuckin’ later! But no, no, I can still see him peacefully sleeping in the back of my head, and it makes me feel like I’m dreaming still. I offer her a thin-lipped smile, but she doesn’t buy it.

“Is he still asleep?” she asks.

I nod. I wonder if she checked up on us…the door was open before I left…

She gestures to the seat across from her. “Sit a minute,” she says.

Oh, no. No, no, no. I shuffle towards my exit, my hand gripping the thin, metal handle of the screen door. “A-ah, I gotta…Mrs. H, I gotta run—“

“I don’t think you do.” She smirks with a raised eyebrow.

My shoulders slump. Fuckin’ hell. I trudge back to the seat and slam my ass down in it, dropping my backpack beside me. I fold my arms and shrug. “Okay, okay. What is it?”

I sniffle and flip my hair back with my head.

She sighs a little and studies me even further. Christ, woman, what are you trying to fuckin’ see? “I’m not a fool, you know,” she says.

My eyes widen briefly and my heart stops. For a second, I think she’s going to tell me she knows I’m desperately in love with her son, she hates homosexuals, and she’s gonna throw me out of the house, never to see him again. She’s gonna send him to private school. No, send me to private school, again, even though I failed out the first time. The whole scenario plays out in the space of time that my heart stops. But, she says something else.

“I know you go off and smoke that marijuana,” she finishes, wrinkling her nose. “Smells like a damn skunk every time you’re in here.”

I relax instantly. This I can deal with. My lip curls and I shrug a little again, but don’t say anything.

“Do your parents know?”

I look down and recross my arms. “I dunno,” I mumble. “Don’t really matter.”

I can feel the cascade of thoughts threatening to burst from my mouth. They don’t care. I barely ever see them. They gave up on me. I was a cute little red-headed kid they used to do the apple juice commercials back in the day, that’s all. Then I got rude, I hit puberty, I stopped studying, stockholders hated me, I got passed over. I started smoking…’cause it didn’t matter.

Nothing matters.

“Gen.”

When I look at her next, there’s…sympathy in her face. “Wh-what?” I say. I briefly wonder if I said any of that shit I was thinking out loud. “I won’t smoke in here, okay—“

“I know, hon, but…” She pauses. “I know I’ve said this before, but if you need anything, you can come here, okay?” Gillian smiles. It’s warm and wrinkly and…genuine. “Angeal talks about you all the time. I mean, you two are practically inseparable as it is.”

It’s true…I smirk to myself. “You don’t think I’m a bad influence, do you?” I say, half to the floor.

She chuckles. “He’s not that type. Never has been. He’s just like his father that way.” She takes a drag off her cigarette and blows the smoke to the side. “Oh, there are some things. I know he smokes, though I wish he didn’t. But every boy has some things he doesn’t tell his mother…”

Yeah, she’s got a point. Angeal is always telling me shit—“don’t smoke in the house”, “don’t smoke weed in the house ever”, “stop that, we’ll get in trouble”, “you should be more careful”, “are you some kind of idiot?”, and so on. Even if I were an axe murderer, or if I showed up here looking like Ziggy Stardust…actually, I take those back. Did both of those for Halloween some years ago…

But he wouldn’t be influenced. He’s got his morals, and his honor. If he hasn’t turned into a deadbeat stoner like me by now, I don’t think he ever will.

In fact, the more I think about it, the more the opposite is true. In a few months, we’ll both be training for SOLDIER. I couldn’t let him go alone. I rub my eyes fiercely.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?” she asks again.

I nod, afraid that the next words out of my mouth are going to be a choke. I stand up, chair scraping against the linoleum, and wave to her. I bolt out the door in a light jog to make my escape. The thin screen clatters, followed by the steady chunk of the trailer door behind it.

“Fuck, fuck,” I hiss to myself. It’s cold out and I forgot my jacket…and it’s getting dark. I glance back. Warm light peers through the windows, and I can still smell that stew. Angeal’s probably waking up soon.

I picture him, sleepily rolling over. “How long was I out?” he’ll ask me, eyes barely open. I’ll touch his face. I’ll run my hands through his thick, dark hair. I’ll…

I can’t. Fuckin’ can’t. I start walking home.

(G.)

[too-attached-to-fiction]

A Soft Place To Land

Masterlist here

Read on Ao3 here

Word count: 3118

Summary:            

What if Black Friday restarts with memories erased and no Wiggly to cause World War III? What if tomorrow does come?

In which Tom adopts Lex, Ethan and Hannah and learns the definition of family.

Notes:    

I am aware that there are fics like these out there but I wanted to write my own and I'm a sucker for Christmas fluff even though we are nowhere near Christmas at the moment. I needed my happy ending where things are hopeful. Kinship care does exist and I wish more fics used it because none of us know shit about the legal system most of the time and it's easier to write, I feel like. If you like this please comment and kudos, and let me know if you want to see more Black Friday stories!

Nox

~~~

 Tomorrow does come, after all.

 Today resets and Wiggly doesn’t exist, though Lex is sure that with the sales from today, they’ll have enough money to go to California. She’ll escape with Hannah and Ethan and leave their shitty past behind.

 She still runs into Mr. Houston. He’s a nice guy, but Lex knows better. She knows he only pities her, barely knew about her situation at home, about Hannah. He thinks he can help. Lex knows he can’t.

 It’s not even seven in the morning, and she already needs a cigarette.

 She’d tried to quit, for Hannah’s sake. She knows that her little sister deserves better influences than her and Ethan. But the teachers at Hatchetfield Elementary don’t understand that Hannah is a special kid. Maybe she’s clung to Webby for too long, but if that’s what Hannah needs to cope, Lex will let this Webby stick around. Even though Webby is a spirit in the form of the stuffed animal spider Lex got Hannah for her fifth birthday.

 (In Lex’s defense, Hannah picked it out.)

 Mr. Houston says he hasn’t seen her around school. Lex tells him she quit after he left. She doesn’t want him to feel guilty, but she’s angry. Angry at the fact that the only person who did give a damn about her and Ethan broke his promise and left.

 Regardless of her snappy behavior, it seems to strike a chord in Tom. So he waits for her shift to be over, for Ethan and Hannah to return to Toy Zone.

 “I thought you’d be out of here before I could ask if you wanted your receipt.” Lex says with a smirk. “Aren’t you supposed to be spending your week off with your family?”

 “I was waiting for them.” Tom shifts his weight from side to side. “Was kinda hoping they’d let me take ‘em to lunch.”

 Ethan shoves one hand in his pocket, the other pulling Hannah closer to him instinctively. “We’re not going anywhere with you.”

 “The food court?” Tom tries. He failed these kids once, and he doesn’t want to let them walk away without knowing that someone out there cares.

 “Pizza.” Hannah looks at the man with a cautious stare.

 “Sure.” Tom leads them to the food court, letting the kids go ahead of him while he shoots a text to Emma. He promises to be home soon, and they can get take out for dinner tonight. She doesn’t respond, but he hopes she knows he’s trying. Trying to be a good father, a good brother in law, after everything that’s happened.

 Lex and Ethan both go for the cheapest things they can find on the menu, amidst Tom’s protests that he doesn’t care what they get, as long as it feeds them. Hannah clings to Lex as they wait in line.

 Tom has his wallet out before Ethan and Lex can refuse, handing his card to a tired manager. Lex and Hannah look for a table, and the four eat in silence.

 When Tom offers them a ride home, Lex doesn’t refuse. She gives him directions halfheartedly. The check Frank gave her isn’t enough. Maybe in a few weeks they’ll be able to go. Spend their Christmas on the beach, drinking soda from glass bottles and watching the waves crash onto the shore. Ethan said he has a distant relative they can stay with, and even though it sounds sketchy, Lex believes him. In the five years they’ve been friends, Ethan’s never broken one of his promises.

 Tom takes one glance at the trailer on the empty lot. He notes the bottles scattered haphazardly around the mobile home and frowns when Lex tells him to stop here.

 “Tell me something. Do you really want to go inside?” He asks Lex, the engine still rumbling. Any moment now Lex’s mother is going to come out, and Lex doesn’t want Tom to witness that.

 It only takes one slight shake of the head from Lex for Tom to drive away. Hannah has Webby in her bag, anyways. That’s all they really need, in the end.

 “Ethan? Do you want to give me directions home-”

 “I don’t want to go home.” Ethan surprises himself, but his voice is clear enough for Tom to understand.

 After they’ve driven for a few minutes, Lex asks, “Where are we going?”

 “I’m not going to leave you out in the street. You’re coming home with me.”

 Realistically, Tom knows this isn’t a good idea. He can barely manage Tim on his own, and his salary definitely doesn’t cover four kids. But the house has spare rooms, and he can’t leave the three of them without knowing they’re safe in another adult’s care. He doesn’t even know if any other adult would take them. He doubts he could ask that much of Emma, and her new… boyfriend?

 He’d ask her later, after he made the effort to get to know her. It didn’t seem like a question strangers like them asked each other.

 Lex and Ethan don’t argue, but they look at each other carefully. They’ll get out of Hatchetfield soon enough, but for now, they have a safe place to stay. No use in fighting against that.

 Lex has her doubts, but she bites her tongue. Mr. Houston seems sure about this, but he’s not out of the woods yet. How the hell are they going to      live     with each other?

 Paul, Emma, and Tim are in the living room when the four arrive. Emma’s the first to greet them.

 “Hey. You really beat the crowds.” Emma says, trying not to raise an eyebrow at the three children Tom appears to have brought home. She rises from the couch, pulling Tom into the kitchen.

 “What’s going on?” She asks in an angry whisper.

 “Look, these kids had nowhere else to go.” He defends. “And I couldn’t just stand there and not help them. They deserve so much better than that.”

 “They’re about to go to college, Tom, you don’t have that kind of money!” Emma hisses. Tom shakes his head.

 “I don’t think they want to go to college. Ethan will go to community at most, and Hannah isn’t… she’s younger than Tim.” Tom sighs. “These kids deserve someone, a second chance. I’m not equipped to deal with it, sure. But someone needs to take care of them.”

 “And the legalities of this? I mean, fuck, this even legal?”

 Tom blinks before remembering what Jane had taught him when he started training to be a teacher. She’d taught him that if any of his students showed signs of abuse, he needed to report it. But she had also said something about the teachers taking care of them, as an alternative…

 “It’s called kinship care.” Tom says, his mouth moving before his head can properly process the memory. “It’s a law that allows relatives and family friends to take care of foster kids. If I could push the case as a family friend, they could stay with me. Besides, I think they could help Tim.”

 Emma gives him a tired look, one that says she’ll give it up for now. “Paul has a friend who’s married to a cop at HFPD.” She says, not looking at him. “I’ll ask about it discreetly.”

 “Thank you.”

 “And if you need anything… Money, someone to babysit or talk to the kids, I’m,” Emma takes a deep breath, the words nearly dying at her lips. “I’m here now.”

 Tom nods. “Again, thanks.”

 Emma gives him an awkward smile and finger guns before walking back into the living room.

 She does do good on her promise. She has Paul run out and grab some clothes from their shared apartment to make Hannah and Lex comfortable. Ethan only asks for a t-shirt and pajama pants, saying he’d go get more clothes when the weekend is over.

 And when they’re all around the living room coffee table, eating Chinese food right out of the boxes, Tom knows he isn’t alone.

 If anything, he’s sure that Jane and God or whoever’s up there has given him a new family.

 ~~~

 They’re back at the mall when Tom runs into Becky. Emma’s babysitting Tim again, with her… Paul, and they’re going to Pizza Pete’s for dinner. The girls and Ethan are with Tom, though he’s walking ahead and they’re walking behind.

 He’d come up with a compromise for Lex: She’d finish high school online, get her GED at the very least. She could continue working at the Toy Zone full-time, but the trio wasn’t going anywhere until both teenagers had their high school diplomas.

 Surprisingly, she’d agreed. She couldn’t remember the last time an adult, much less a teacher, hadn’t encouraged her despite her attitude. But Tom had been through a lot, and she didn’t want to test his patience. Even if he didn’t kick her and Hannah out to the street, he’d still be disappointed.

 And for some reason, Lex couldn’t imagine disappointing him.

 They’re in Forever 21, despite Lex’s specific hatred towards the bright colors and preppy sales attendants. She lets Hannah take her around, glancing at the list Tom had given them in the morning.

 Lex knows Emma gave Tom the money for today, and she knows it isn’t a lot. She insisted in the morning that she should pay for Hannah. Ethan argued he can pay for himself. Regardless of their arguments, Tom isn’t letting them leave the mall until they have everything on the list checked off, even if he has to follow them around to do so.

 He could have taken them to Target or Walmart, or even a thrift store, if he wanted to be really cheap. But they’re here, instead.

“Tom?” Lex turns her head to see a ginger haired woman approach her new guardian.

  “Becky..?”

 “Uh, Mr. Houston, we’re gonna go explore.” Lex speaks up.

 “Be safe!” He calls after them before returning his attention to Becky.

 Becky Barnes’ smile hasn’t changed since Tom’s football days, but he knows there are parts of her that have changed. Her eyes don’t have the innocent glimmer they used to have, and she’s wearing turquoise scrubs under her puffy jacket. But she’s beautiful in Tom’s eyes. She always has been.

 “It’s been a long time.” Becky says, and Tom nods, not trusting himself to say anything. “What exactly are you doing at Forever 21?” Her eyes tease him. He hopes his face isn’t that red yet.

 “I, um, my kids…” His shoulders sink when he realizes there isn’t enough time to properly explain. “It’s a long story.”

 She laughs, and god, he’s missed that laugh. It’s not until then that he remembers just how much he’s missed her, from the high ponytail to her bright red lipstick. She pulls a pen from her pocket.

 “Give me your arm.” She says, and he complies, watching as she rolls the sleeve of his flannel up and uncaps the pen. “We may not have time now, but maybe over coffee?” She glances up at him questioningly.

 “Yeah. Could I get your number?”

 She smiles. “It’s on your arm.”

 “Oh.” He laughs nervously, relishing the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. “So I’ll call you.”

 “Okay.” She waves, backing away. “See you, Tom.”

 “Bye.” He feels like he’s fifteen again, scoring a date with the cheer captain.

 The kids appear out of nowhere. “We’re going to Target.” Lex says, leaving Tom no room to argue. “We need clothes and Christmas presents.”

 When he sees Emma, he tells her about Becky. Her face betrays her before her words do. “Not that I don’t want to hear about you getting a girlfriend a year after my sister died, but-”

 He cuts her off before she can point out anything. “I don’t want a girlfriend right now. I still want to give Tim time, and it wouldn’t be fair to Becky if I was still dealing with…” He doesn’t want to choke up. Emma nods, looking away.

 “Yeah, okay.” She says, and the conversation’s over. Paul walks in, obviously looking for Emma.

 “We’re going to head out, but, uh…” Paul wraps an arm around Emma’s shoulders. “We’re hosting Christmas Eve at our place, and we were hoping to have you and the kids with us.”

 “Sure.” Paul nods, looking down.

 “We’ll text you the information.” He says, and they make their way out. Tom doesn’t walk them to the door, even though he knows he should. Today’s been tiring, and he needs to check on the kids before they go to bed. Even though Ethan and Lex don’t really have a bedtime, he does it anyways.

 He wonders if Becky does the same with her kids, if she has any. Tom had heard whispers about Stanley, Becky’s ex-husband. He had run off to Clivesdale with his new girlfriend. Tom isn’t sure how anyone could leave someone like Becky. She was too good for anyone, even him.

 They set up a date for Saturday morning coffee. Lex promises to make sure the house doesn’t burn down, although it’s said with a roll of her eyes. Tom chooses to ignore that and heads out.

 Starbucks isn’t a coffee-date kind of place, but the only other option that’s close enough is Beanie’s, where Tom’s sister-in-law works. And even though Emma understands the situation, Tom doesn’t want to freak her out by popping into her work on a date with someone who isn’t Jane.

 Tom spends all morning with Becky, and he tells her about the kids. About Tim, who’s now excited to have siblings, Tom’s budding relationship with Lex and Ethan, why they were at the mall the other day. Becky only smiles and jokes, avoiding talking about herself.

 “I’m sorry. This probably wasn’t what you were thinking, but I don’t know if it’s a good idea to date right now. Tim’s had enough change in his life in the past year and I…” Tom pauses. I don’t think I’m worth dating. He thinks to himself. Becky waits for him to finish his sentence, reaching out to squeeze his hand gently.

 “I don’t know what I’m doing yet, Becky.” His voice is quieter now. The noise of the coffee shop starts to get louder around him, and Becky recognizes that his senses are overwhelming him. She always knew what he needed, even when he didn’t know himself.

 “Let’s take a walk.” She suggests, pulling him out of the store and into the cold air. It’s close to thirty degrees out, but she’s still holding his hand as they walk down the streets of downtown Hatchetfield.

 They end up strolling through the park. He tells her about Jane, about the car accident. How it was his fault that Jane was gone. How he was so sure he killed his family, and how terrified he was about fucking up as a father to Lex, Ethan and Hannah.

She grounds him again, guiding him to a bench. She listens and nods and makes sure he feels he’s heard. She doesn’t try to cheer him up or distract him.

 And when he’s done, Becky starts talking.

 She tells him about what happened after they graduated. Going to nursing school, becoming a nurse for the pediatric ward.

 He doesn’t ask her questions, even though he wants answers. He waits for her to tell him what’s wrong.

 She starts talking about Stanley. What was once a beautiful dream turned into a nightmare with him, she says. Becky doesn’t look at him once while she speaks. “I’m sorry I couldn’t go to the funeral. I wanted to, but…”

 She tells Tom about that night, the one that still haunts her mind and makes her feel so stupid for not recognizing the signs. And she begs him to forgive himself, forgive her. They cry into each other’s arms for what seems like an eternity.

 And when it’s over, when their souls are bared and tears have been cried, Becky smiles a little.

 “We’ll heal together before anything else.” She promises, and he believes her.

 ~~~

 Before Tom really notices, Christmas Eve has arrived. He’s given up on trying to get Lex to wear a dress, letting her stay in a suit jacket that she may have stolen from his closet and her best pair of jeans. She’s wearing her new boots, and she looks happy with herself.

 Ethan sticks to his guns with his leather jacket, but he has a button up underneath. His hair is slicked back just enough to look effortless.

 Tim and Hannah are the only ones that look like they’re going to a family dinner. Somehow, Lex convinces Hannah to wear a dress, and Tim’s hair finally looks like it’s under control.

 Becky’s working tonight, but she demands photos. Lex sneaks a few on Tom’s phone and sends them to Becky before the five of them pile into the car.

 Tim’s nervous about being in the car during this time of the year, but Hannah seems to pick up on his nervousness. She hands him Webby. “Protect you.” She says, inching closer to Tim.

 Apparently, Paul and Emma made it a Christmas party. They introduce Tom to their friends, and let the kids run off to play video games on the bedroom TV. Ethan and Lex sit in a corner with Alice and Deb, talking about school and where they want to go after they graduate.

 Charlotte, one of Paul’s coworkers, sits with Tom for a good amount of time. Apparently she and her husband, Sam (who is, conveniently, nowhere to be found), were working with foster care a while back, and she’s happy to share the information with Tom. He’s not an idiot when it comes to parenting, but he settles into the conversation when Bill comes over to put in his two cents.

 It takes a while, but the food is finally ready. Emma jokes that she was just going to order pizza, but Paul had strongly disagreed. Charlotte’s made the turkey, and the other sides and desserts were brought by the others. Tom shoots Emma a questioning glance, asking why he didn’t have to bring anything. She only shrugs in response. Four kids was a lot to handle as a single parent, even if two of those kids were practically adults.

 When he’s due to answer what he’s grateful for after dinner, Tom raises his glass. “I’m thankful to be spending Christmas with my new family. To many more memories.” Everyone exclaims their agreement.

 Tom catches Lex’s eye and winks with a smile on his face.

 In less than a month, these kids had taught him what it meant to be a family.

 And he couldn’t have been more grateful.

[psychoangiethings]

The Bloodline [Roman Godfrey x Reader]

Warning: Adult themes & language, murder

Other tags: Magic, friends to lovers, slow build, nightmares, witches, upirs

Summary: After very suspicious car crash that killed both of her parents, Abigail Wolff moves in with her aunt to Hemlock Grove only to discover a truly interesting family history which her father kept from her. As she awakens her powers, something much older and terrifying is coming after her. Or maybe not after her at all.

Chapter 8

Masterlist

Chapter 9 - Drive faster

15th December 2016

It was early in the evening when I yelled into the house I'm going for a run which was a code for practising in the forest.  In every grimoire I read that every witch has to be in perfect balance with nature so I thought how will I get there? The answer was really simple, all I had to do was let my power flow through me with my hands in the ground and try to feel the life and power of earth. Just to get on the same page without hurting anyone or myself, get to know each other. It became easier when I was deeper in the forest, not afraid of someone walking onto me.

So, wearing my oldest pants, that once had beatiful dark blue colour, and shirt with long sleeves and a thin vest, I went out. During those days I tried to go there as many times as possible, to gain my balance. I even found a place that reminded me of Amira and her battle. Well, kind of. I sat down in a circle I made of stones earlier and sighed. The stones were signaling me where I felt good and in harmony.

For no reason I recalled my dialogue with Peter few weeks ago when I went to him because I really needed to know what did he know. About me, about supernatural and what was he willing to share.

"What are you doing here?" Peter told me leaning against the doorframe, hair dishevelled wearing only pants. "I don't have time for you," he mumbled and tried to close the door.

I grabbed it with my hand. "And I'm not convinced, so let me in." He did. Obviously not thrilled but offered a beer anyway and when I declined he opened it for himself.Inside the trailer looked slightly better. Still I got the impression of being able to quickly grab your important stuff and leave the town if shit hits the fan. Smart thinking.

Peter sat on the sofa in front of me and sighed. "So?"

"So I put one and one together. Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

"Straight to the point. Fair enough. You have to be more specific. Didn't tell you what?" He took another sip and relaxed into the sofa.

"I wondered why Erika invited your mother and then it hit me. She knows about Erika. She knows about me. So what are you? Gypsy witches?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not joking, Peter. I'm fed up with half-truths and lies, so tell me what are you, people? Or should I look at that myself?" I said and pointed with a finger at my right eye.

"I knew the difference the moment I saw you that day with Roman. Wondered why you have that and what does it do," he mumbled and lit up a cigarrete. "Just look at me and tell me what do you see."

I could tell he was curious but so was I. Besides my hallucinations I've never used it for its rightful purpose. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to shut it down too. Maybe it was time to find out. "Lerath ma garem. Open, my eye." Even hours and hours of practising couldn't prepare me for what I saw. There was the slightest hint of wolfish ears created by white smoke above his head and in front of his face there was a wolf's face with dark eyes and bared teeth. "O-okay?" I breathed out nervously and sat down on the table's corner. "So, werewolf, then?" I reached out to the smoke as he nodded, curious if it was solid or my hand would go trough. It did, but wolf opened its mouth as if he wanted to bite me, then the tongue came out and 'licked' my palm. I shivered and closed my eyes.

"What do you see? What did you do?"

"Your wolf side. It's acting on its own behalf."

That day I discovered part of the truth and wasn't ready to use my eye again. If I was able to see under the surface of supernatural beings, to see what they truly were, what else I was capable of? It scared me to death as much as I didn't know how to turn it off. After visiting Peter I kept staring on the ground because I didn't want to see and the following day I woke up, it was gone. I needed to learn how to shut it down plus tomorrow was my first day on Hemlock Grove High School. It would be shitty if something happened, right? If Roman started a gossip about a girl who lived with her aunt after her parents died and didn't show up at school right away, probably because of sulking and drowning in depression, I would be freak from the moment I'd stepped on the school ground.

Right, Roman. Alongside with Peter I didn't saw him at all. Lynda barely showed at our house and Erika... Well, let's say we had a few dialogues about important things -my powers, who's Amira and what the hell were those shadows, my right eye - and the shitty ones - what do you want to wear to school tomorrow? Should I give you a ride or pick you up?

Erika didn't know who was Amira or what was the meaning of my right eye. She didn't saw werewolves as I did so that sucked and even one of our oldest grimoires didn't mention this ability. Or Amira. While reading all those pages I got frustrated. There was absolutely nothing that would help me against that prick from my dream and it seemed that evil forces went radio silent. No attacks, no dreams, no nothing!

"Well, maybe he'll be like Voldemort. He will wait for his attempt to kill me till the end of the year." That was my way to coping with things. Sarcasm and irony. And my balance was getting a bit off. "Sorry, sorry. Less talking and more focusing, got it," I mumbled and closed my eyes.

×

Waking up next morning was a great pain in the ass. No, I didn't overslept. Basically I slept only four hours and woke up whole hour before my alarm. And since laying in bed wasn't my thing, I got up to prepare myself and got some food in me. Since I moved in here, during the last weeks I walked throughalmost whole town so I knew my way to school. The beauty of this town was there were no ugly yellow buses. If you had a car, you could use it, or walk there or be ashamed for the rest of your life and be remembered as the kid whose parents drove him to school everyday. I chose option B. Getting there on my feet wasn't something hard even though overwhelming majority of teenagers in Hemlock Grove drove a car. So when I picked up my bag and decided to go I still got plenty of time before it even started. Not wanting to face Erika that morning got me determined to avoid her at all costs. I've had my share of nervous talking and stupid questions yesterday.

Hemlock Grove High School was nice looking building. Erika told me earlier to go straight to principal's office, just to introduce myself and got my schedule. Saying principal was thrilled to see me would be a bit strong word. Maybe excited and definitely curious. I patiently answered every question - in a way - and then got annoyed. Wanting to know a student in a few minutes is telling something about you. Firstly - you're just curious. Secondly - you couldn't find a single filth so you want to know if the person in question is really an angel. Or in my case, you wait with dropping the bomb to the end.

"I am really sorry for what happened to you, but here you can have a new beginning, find a new friends. No one here knows about what happened, so you can relax." Well, obviously someone knows, I wanted to add but said only thanks and got out of the office.

While looking in the schedule I knew shit about what room was where and walked past the big terrarium with a snake at least three times till I gave up, leaned against it and started a monolog with school snake. This day couldn't get even worse.

"Hey there, Wolff." Correction - it could and in that moment just did. It came from behind me and I would recognize that voice anywhere. Roman fucking Godfrey. "Don't tell me you can talk with snakes too. For most would be enough your eyes to call you a witch," he joked and stopped in front of me.

"Yeah, they also called freckles the Devil's mark. So," I gave him a forced smile and looked at my schedule again. Fucking chemistry.

"I'm not even surprised you know this kind of thing."

I almost forgot how persistent he was. I wasn't convinced every rich and spoiled child was bad, no. I was convinced that the money and power they had made them capable of anything and their counting on contacts they had in higher places made them dangerous. Roman grew up in those circles, even those fucking pretty green eyes were telling 'Look, I'm a trouble but I promise you will enjoy it'. Nope, nothing for me.

"You know where's the chemistry classroom?" I asked instead with a sigh and tried to calm myself. The last thing I needed was blow this day and reveal myself as a witch.

"I'll come with you. I've got that too."

Of course I was going to the same class as he did. I groaned. It was getting better and better.

×

For better or worse I did manage to ignore him for most of the classes. Some we shared, some we didn't. And students of Hemlock Grove High School couldn't care less about me which was nice change. So my first day was rather boring. In the middle of our biology class I decided to shorten my time with a little walk to school bathrooms and back. Since it was last class of the day I doubted our teacher would let me. But he did and wasn't making some stupid remarks how soon the class will end and how I'm not some five year old child so I can wait.

Surprisingly, I stood in front of big white door with 'GIRLS' in shock. Not because the door was made out of some freakingly rare wood, or the notice on door was written badly. There was this moaning, again. Just to made myself sure I slightly opened the door and looked inside. Only one cubicle was closed and inside was definitely more than one person.

"Ah, yes! Right there!" A breathy moan filled whole bathroom. O-okay, so the 'BOYS' it is then. As I was closing the door again, my eyes dropped to the floor where I saw feet with a very expensive shoes. Looked familiar, though. Where did I-

"Yes! Oh, Roman!"

"What the fuck?" I so not whispered but it certainly wasn't that loud and closed the door, which kind of louder was. So he is a manwhore. Fucking girls in his car in empty parking lot, fucking them during class in school. I made disgusted noise and went back to the class.

After the bell ringed for the end of class, which was almost in the moment I came back in classroom, I tried not to think about what I heard and saw. He really had some balls to fuck around in school.

And I wasn't fucking looking where I was going, that's how I much wanted to get out so I bumped in someone. With the corner of my eye I saw bandaged hands and a phone on some kind of string. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I wasn't looking,"  I mumbled and carried on.

Finally able to breath outside, I tried to get around other students who were laughing and making plans for the rest of the day. I didn't get very far, still on school ground as car pulled over before me. A small retro red Jaguar. The driver rolled down the window.

"You have to be kidding me! Seriously, Godfrey?"

He just grinned and raised one of his eyebrows. "Hop in, I'll give you a ride."

I crossed my arms. "No, thanks. I know what kind of rides do you give and I think I'll pass."

"C'mon, Wolff."

"What if I catch something?"

"Like what?"

"Like some kind of disease. Who knows what're you doing in there." I looked around and realized some students were curiously watching us.

"Don't make a scene and get your ass in here."

"Fine."

Surprisingly there was no awkward silence in the car. Still I cheekily started to play with buttons of his car radio. He frowned a bit but said nothing. "What? I'm not riding with you in total silence," I justified my actions and then relaxed in my seat. It was nice car, comfortable and totally out of my league.

"You have the oddest luck to walk on me in the most peculiar moments," he said after a while and looked at me. I indicated with my hands he should be watching the road and not me.

"I wouldn't call it a luck but yeah. I've heard enough for the rest of my life I think."

"Ah, don't be a prude."

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "I'm not! I just think you have some serious balls if you're whoring aroung in public places."

"Who's saying I'm whoring? I don't have a girlfriend."

"Sorry, I meant sleeping around, then," I corrected myself sarcastically and looked out of window. The forest was completely different in day time but something wasn't quite right. In the road curve I thought I saw a man, standing there somewhere. What? I moved closer to the window and looked to the both sides but nothing.

Amira.

"Godfrey?" I asked weakily, colour disappearing from my face.

He hummed in answer and when I wasn't saying anything he quickly turned his head to me. "You okay? Sick or something?"

How could he not feel the coldness? The sudden sickening feeling. A shiver ran down my spine. Maybe it was a witch thing? "No. Drive faster."

Something dangerous flicked in his eyes as he grinned and stepped on the gas.

[sweetpealover77]

Ghost Of You• Part 2

Sweet Pea Fic 🐍

Summary: when Julia left Sweet Pea didn’t know what to do anymore. Would she ever come back to him?

Word count:1485

Julia's POV

When we arrived at Sweet Pea's trailer we both sat down on the sofa and I began to tell him about why I left.

"I couldn't let my mom leave by herself because she would have never went to rehab, she would have never gotten clean." I grabbed his hands

"I thought it would have been better for you if I cut all ties, so you could move on Sweets." He looked at me with so much pain in his eyes and shook his head.

"Move on J? You wanted me to move on after you just left and i never heard from you again? I loved you, you were my best friend I thought we were end game. I wasnt the same after you left. Im still not the same.." He stood up running his fingers through his hair.

"Where is your mom? Where are you guys gonna stay?" I looked down at my hands tears forming in my eyes again.

"Mom died Pea. She relapsed six months ago.Im staying at the Wyte Wyrm until i can find my own place " A tear fell down my cheek.

"J, i-im sorry, you can stay here. I have that extra room." He sat back down next to me.

"I cant ask you to let me stay at your place" I shook my head

"Its our place J, i told you before you left its our place. You're staying here. end of story." He walked towards the door and walked outside lighting up a cigarette.

I smiled and walked outside joining him on the porch.

"Sweet Pea! Its bad, its Jug head we have to leave now!" The pink haired girl came running towards us. "

"lets go." Sweet pea nodded towards our bikes. We both hopped on our and the pink haired girl hopped on the back of mine.

She lead us to the woods.

Sweets, Fangs the pink haired girl, Betty, and Archie and Cheryl where all standing around

"Where is he, where's jug!" Betty panicked  as we all looked around

"Guys." I pointed in front of us

FP Came walking out of the woods with jughead in his hand, he was beaten half to death and his serpent tattoo was cut off.

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"Sweets you need to calm down. Fangs is fine and so is Jughead. They are both alive you cant keep beating yourself up over this." I was sitting on the sofa of Sweet Pea's trailer with the pink haired girl who i learned was names Toni.

"I was there when Fangs was shot and i couldn't do anything to help him, but if i wasn't here with you" He pointed at me "Then i would have been able to stop Jones from getting beat half to death by the fucking Ghoulies!" Sweet pea was angry, but what he said kind of hurt a little.

Toni stood up "Listen Sweet Pea, you and Me both know you couldn't have stopped Jones from going and doing what he did. Once he gets an idea into his head he is gonna do it no matter what. SO don't blame Julia for something you couldn't control." I looked up at Toni and mouthed 'thank you' to her.

Sweet pea sighed and sat down next to me "I know, im sorry Julia." I put my hand on his cheek "Lets get some rest." He nodded and went to his room to get changed. I walked Toni out to her bike.

"Toni, Sweets told me you have really been there for him the past year and a half. I want to thank you, i was shitty for leaving him but im glad he was in good hands." She laughed

"He has been through a lot, im glad i could be there for him. But Julia do me a favor? "

I looked at her confused

"Dont leave again, it will kill him"

and with that she hopped on her bike and drove away leaving me on the porch of our trailer.

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The next couple of days in Riverdale were pretty quite.

The black hood was caught, jughead was out of the hospital and so was Fangs.

"Come on Sweets we have to be down by the river soon for the meeting" I threw a pillow at his head trying to wake him up. "10 more minutes" I laughed at his attempt to sleep more. "We have to be there in ten minutes you dumb dumb. You get up now or im leaving without you." He groaned and got out of bed whipping the sleep from his eyes.

I waited outside on my bike for him.

Finally 5 minutes later he can dragging his feet behind him out the door.

We road out bikes down to sweet water river to meet the rest of the serpents.

I stood next to Sweet Pea and fangs as FP Told us to listen up.

After Jughead was appointed the new King and making Cheryl an official member of the serpent we partied all night long.

I was finally with my family again and it felt amazing.

Julia's POV

   It was finally Summer time here in Riverdale and everything was as normal as it was going to get.

I have been staying with Sweets at his trailer for the last two months and I was happy on how close we have gotten.

  "Julia? We have a meeting in like 20 minutes" Sweet Pea knocked on my bed room door. I looked over at the clock

"Mother Fucker I over slept again" I rolled out of bed in nothing but a long tee shirt.

"Nice hair" he laughed from my door way.

"Thanks for waking me up now coffee duty while I get dressed" I pushed him out of the room closing the door behind him.

I pulled on a pair of jeans shorts and a ripped up Tee Shirt along with my serpant jacket.

Walking out if my room I grabbed the cup of coffee Sweets had in his hand and downed it.

"I was drinking that" I rolled my eyes at him heading out the door.

We arrived to the meeting just as it started

Basically Jughead wanted to inform us Archie Andrews was going to join the serpants for protection while in jail.

"Come on Jones! Andrews! Really?!" Sweet Pea slammed his fists on the pool table after the meeting ended

"Look I know he wasnt out favorite guy these last couple of months, but he did keep us from getting kicked out of school and his dad gave us his house when we lost the wyrm. And now his girlfriend gave us this place under Pops. The least we can do is give him protection while in prision" jughead said

I agreed

"I may not have been here for all of this but Jug is right. He helped us so we should help him, Sweets" I put my hand on his shoulder

"Fine. But I'm not gonna be his friend" Sweet Pea pouted. I smiled at his childness.

"Julia! Wanna play?" Toni called pointing to the pool table. I nodded my head and walked over grabbing a stick while Sweets and Fangs went to grab drinks at the bar.

"It's been two months and you guys still sleep in different rooms?" Toni took a shot looking up at me

I sighed

"Yeah. We haven't even talked about getting back together. We have moments where we just freeze and look at each other but nothing else. He flirts with me but only when we are alone. nothing else." I looked over to Sweet Pea having a serious conversation with fangs at the bar.

"What do you think they are going on about?" I nodded towards the guys, Toni shrugged.

Sweet Pea's POV

"Come on dude it's been two months since she's been back and you haven't made a move yet! You live together for Christ sake!"

I sighed at fangs words and shook my head.

"She hasn't made one either. I think we are just best as friends. She doesn't want me anymore." I ran my fingers through my hair.

"With the way that girl looks at you." He pointed to Julia and Toni playing pool.

"There is no way, she doesn't have feelings for you."  

I shook my head at Fangs and took a shot.

Julia was playing with Toni for a while and fangs left to hangout with someone else. I was bored so I did what I do best.

Flirt with people who aren't Julia.

Julia's POV

"Unbelievable." We had just finished our last game of pool when I looked over to find Sweet Pea making out with some random girl.

"Julia.." Tears started to form in my eyes I turned away and looked at Toni.

"Just tell him to sleep with her at her house. Tell him don't come home tonight."

And with that I ran out of the basement of pops and headed home.

[buzzwheeze]

skeptics and true believers: ch.6

Ryan has never felt luckier [AO3] [Wattpad]

Ryan looked at himself in the mirror, nervous excitement tingling underneath his skin as he smoothed out the wrinkles in his shirt.

He was going on a date-- but, not just any date, a date with Shane Madej. He could barely hold back a smile as he thought about it again; he was going on a date with Shane! Apprehension and anticipation began to form a knot in his stomach.

There was knock at his door, and Ryan could see his mother peeking in from the other side.

"Come on in," He said, giving her a nervous smile as she opened the door.

"Okay, so you know your father and I are fine with you being gay and everything," His mother began, making Ryan narrow his eyes in suspicion, "But we're going to interrogate your boyfriend when he gets here. Y'know, just to make sure he's good for you and everything."

Ryan groaned. "Absolutely do not do that. You're the absolute worst, mom." He told her, anxious mind already imagining his mom and dad interrogating Shane the second he showed up at the door, "It's just a date, it's not like we're getting marri--" He was cut off by the doorbell ringing from downstairs.

He practically ran down into the living room to reach the door before either of his parents, only to find, to his dismay, that his dad had already beaten him there. Ryan could feel his face turning red in embarrassment as he came to the door and overheard his boyfriend and his father having a conversation.

"Oh yeah, I'm just here to pick up-- there he is," Shane grinned when they made eye contact, clearly not picking up on Ryan's discomfort, "Hey, Ryan. You ready to go?"

"Yea--" Ryan was cut off by his mother pushing past him to greet Shane.

"Hi there, Shane, I'm Mrs. Bergara." Ryan internally groaned as his mother accosted his boyfriend. "So, how are your grades? GPA?"

Ryan shoved past his parents and stepped out onto the front porch with Shane, who looked surprised by the sudden questions. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well, I, uh--"

"You don't have to answer her," Ryan assured him, shooting his mom a dirty look over his shoulder. He appreciated his mother's concern, he really did, but he was equally, if not more, annoyed by it. "She's crazy." He grabbed Shane's arm and pulled him towards the car and off of the porch.

"Bye, love you guys, be back later!" Ryan shouted to his parents as he dragged Shane to the car. Shane laughed as they climbed into the front seats-- Ryan glanced at him sheepishly.

"I'm sorry," He began rambling, absolutely mortified by his parents' behavior, "They're both insane and annoying and the absolute worst--" He fully intended to continue on like that until Shane rested his hand on top of his own.

"It's fine, Ryan," Shane chuckled softly, eyes alight with warmth and affection. "It's endearing." He grabbed Ryan's hand gently, picking it up and pressing a kiss to it. "There's literally no reason to be embarrassed, goofball," he said, before giving a sly grin that made Ryan figure he knew exactly what he was doing, making Ryan's thoughts go static and face go red.

Ryan stammered in-eloquently for a couple of moments, skin warm where Shane's lips were. A nervous laugh bubbled out of his throat, only thought holy shit I'm so gay Shane is going to be the death of me.

"Got it," he squeaked out, voice embarrassingly high-pitched."Should we go?"

Shane laughed again as he started the car and started down the road.

They got to the movie theater fifteen minutes before their movie started, some slasher flick that, judging by the trailers, looked to be more guts and gore than actual plot. Shane spent ten of those minutes kicking Ryan's ass at Dance Dance Revolution in the arcade before they actually went into the theater.

"You're a goddamn cheater, Madej," He grumbled as they sat down in their seats, Shane's eyes glittering as the theater lights dimmed."I don't how, but you fucking cheated. I didn't even realize it was possible to cheat at DDR, but here I am."

"I've got good reflexes." He grinned, and maybe Ryan's heart fluttered just a tiny bit, because Christ, Shane was so beautiful when he smiled. He dropped his gaze to the floor and didn't reply, feeling embarrassed for staring.

Shane noticed. He leaned on the seat divider and tilted Ryan's face up. "Hey," He said, softly, "Chin up, Ry. You can look at me all you want-- we're dating!" There was something so wondrous in the way he said it, as if he still couldn't believe it himself, that Ryan couldn't help but smile back at him.

He knew how Shane felt-- it still hadn't really sank in for him, either. That day in the woods had been just three days ago; they'd held hands all the way back to Shane's house, and Ryan had spent the night. Not doing anything intimate, just spending time in the presence of one another, talking to each other. Making sure they were both on the same page and just enjoying the fact that they were with each other, now.

The newness of the word 'boyfriend' still hadn't worn off, the fact that he could kiss and stare at Shane all he wanted still felt novel. It was all such unfamiliar territory, but Ryan wouldn't trade it for anything. The way Shane was looking at him now, eyes shining with affection, made suffering through any anxiety or uncertainty worth it.

It soon became apparent, however, that Ryan had picked the wrong movie. He was more on the skittish side, and well. The movie was kinda scary, okay? He didn't do well with jump scares, and this shitty Halloween ripoff had many of them.

He jumped when something scary happened on screen, and braced himself for Shane giving him shit about it-- and instead, was surprised when Shane rested his arm around his shoulders.

"Scared?" He asked, voice humourous but not teasing. He nuzzled his face in the crook of Ryan's neck before kissing his cheek and okay wow, when did Ryan die and go to heaven? Because he's pretty sure that's where he's at right now.

"Why would I be scared of some movie serial killer when my boyfriend is a super hot werewolf dude?" He murmured, leaning into Shane's touch. He felt Shane chuckle beside him.

"You think I'm hot?"

"We're dating, Shane." The words felt odd leaving his mouth, and for a moment 'we're dating' reverberated around in Ryan's mind, the fact he somehow was lucky enough to end up dating Shane still utterly foreign.

Shane laughed and pressed another kiss to Ryan's cheek (something so casual about the touch, yet it made Ryan's breathing hitch), the conversation effectively distracting him from the movie and its scares entirely. The rest of it passed in a blur, Ryan only paying attention to the fact that Shane was resting his head on him and had his arm around his shoulder-- still struck with newness of being so tactile with one another.

They came out of the theater laughing, and Ryan almost felt drunk in how happiness warmed his chest and how his elation made him feel lightheaded and dizzy. At some point, as they walked back to the car, Shane slipped his hand into Ryan's. He revelled in how it felt to hold Shane's hand and press up against his side in the cold autumn air.-- he didn't want this night to end, and felt oddly sad as they climbed into the car.

Shane didn't say anything for a couple of moment as the sat in the car, and for a few irrational seconds, Ryan feared that Shane didn't have a good time tonight, that this wonderful date would meet an awkward, uncomfortable end--

"Let's go stargazing," Shane's soft voice pulled Ryan from his anxiety, "It's nice out tonight."

Ryan looked up and met Shane's eyes, suddenly feeling that not wanting this night to end was an emotion shared between the two of them. He let out a sigh, his anxiety leaving as well, and couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face.

"Yeah, of course," He said, not able to get the words out fast enough. Shane grinned back at him and started the car. An unexpected surge of fondness rose in Ryan's chest, almost hurting in its intensity.

Maybe it was too soon in their relationship-- it could have been merely teenage infatuation--but Ryan was in love, he's so fucking in love with Shane and his humor, in love with his skepticism, his height, the way his brown eyes flashed as they passed streetlights, everything about him was so beautiful and Ryan felt as if he couldn't breath suddenly, drowning in emotion.

Shane pulled into one of the local parks and parked, gravel crunching underneath the wheels of the car. He cast Ryan a sidelong glance, small smile on his face.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare, Bergara?" He teased as he unbuckled his seatbelt, and on a stroke of impulse, Ryan leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Upon pulling back, a smug satisfaction overtook Ryan at the flustered blush that dusted Shane's cheeks.

"C'mon, let's go look at stars or whatever," Shane mumbled, voice an octave too high, making Ryan laugh as they climbed out of the car.

The night was chilly, and the waning gibbous moon above cast a low light over the parking lot. The stars were numerous, park far away enough from the more populated part of town to where light pollution was less of a problem. Shane was sitting on the hood of his car, and motioned for Ryan to join him.

Ryan nuzzled up against Shane's side, letting the other wrap his arms around him. For a couple of moments, they just sat like that in a companionable silence. Ryan pulled his jacket tighter and shifted closer to Shane.

"You're very warm," Ryan mumbled, resting his head in the crook of Shane's neck-- Shane's body temperature felt like he was constantly running a fever and Ryan leaned into it now, the heat comforting in the cold night

"It's a werewolf thing, I think," Shane murmured, Ryan listening with rapt attention, still endlessly intrigued by his boyfriend's lycanthropy, "I'm still not completely sure about what is and isn't a werewolf thing-- I've never met another one. I think I witnessed my father transform once, before he left." The way Shane spat the word 'father' and fell silent made Ryan curious-- but he wouldn't press something Shane didn't want to tell him about.

"Do you believe in aliens?" He asked, trying to change the subject, "I mean, knowing you, you probably don't, but..." He looked up at the sky and the vast glitter of stars across it, "I don't think we're alone in the universe."

"I believe in aliens," Shane replied, running a hand through Ryan's hair, "Not in a, 'little green men came into some country bumpkin's home and probed his asshole' way, but in a 'it would be ridiculous to believe that humans are the only intelligent life in the entire universe' way."

"So I win, basically" He sat up to look Shane in the eyes, a wide grin creeping over his face, "You believe in something supernatural, so I win."

Shane snorted. "Absolutely not-- aliens are science, not supernatural. There's a difference," He rolled his eyes, "Your spooky ghosts still aren't real."

"Oh, shut your stupid skeptical mouth," Ryan shot back, getting closer to Shane's face. Something about the atmosphere changed, and Shane smirked.

"Make me."

Ryan's not totally sure who initiated it, but suddenly the space between them was gone and his lips were pressed against Shane's-- it wasn't urgent and desperate, like their first kiss, instead it was slower, something more languid in how they pushed against each other this time. The unspoken tension erupting that had defined their first kiss was gone, replaced with a mutual and clear desire from both of them. Shane tasted like soda and popcorn, but Ryan didn't mind it-- exploring Shane's mouth with his tongue was enough of a sensation in itself to distract him.

They pulled their lips apart, but stayed close, Ryan resting his forehead against Shane's. He felt out of breath, but it was good-- everything about this moment, everything about being hand in hand with Shane, kissing Shane, was so fucking good in a way that Ryan never envisioned himself lucky enough to experience.

He almost thought it might be a dream, but as he cupped Shane's cheek, tilting his head upwards to look into his warm, brown eyes, Ryan could feel his pulse just below the surface. Shane's heartbeat raced in time with his own, a constant drumbeat telling him that this was real, real, real.

--

Ryan laid on Shane's bed, intertwined in Shane's gangly limbs, head on his chest. It was a Saturday, a lazy Saturday, one in which time passed slowly and the two of them were bound to the bed by lethargy. They hadn't gotten up almost the entire day, content to just talk aimlessly and be with one another.

"You're the densest person ever, Shane," They had gotten onto the topic of their friends, and somehow, Ryan did not know how, Shane hadn't realized Safiya and Freddie were dating, "For all your super werewolf senses and shit, you're incredibly unobservant."

"Not my fault the only person I pay attention to is you," Shane mumbled as he pressed a series of kisses onto Ryan's neck; Ryan swatted him away playfully.

"Don't blame your own obliviousness on me, Madej" Ryan said, rolling over onto his stomach to face Shane. "Tell me you at least know about Steven and Andrew."

"I'm not blind," Shane scoffed. "Astronauts could see they're a thing. That and Steven is always loudly proclaiming Andrew as his boyfriend, as if we'd forget if he didn't remind us."

"By that logic you should know about Saf and Freddie. They're always holding hands, calling each other babe," Ryan absentmindedly took Shane's hand in his, "How could you not know?"

"Well, I know now," He grinned, "Hey, what if I asked you to start calling me 'babe'?"

"The only pet name I will ever give you is Bonestilts," Ryan teased."I don't think I could say 'babe' without it sounding corny."

"I'll accept Bonestilts. It's got a nice ring to it," Shane said thoughtfully, furrowing his eyebrows. "What about those two jock dudes who are always super competitive? They seem like they have some unresolved sexual tension going on."

"Ned and Eugene?" Ryan asked, and Shane nodded. He had to think for a moment-- Ned was their school's only good soccer player, Eugene the football star, and they were pretty competitive, Shane was right. Ryan thought he might have even seen them holding hands before-- as well as with the two far less athletic, nerdier dudes that they hung around. There were plenty of rumors, sure, the most plausible one that they were all just dating each other.

"Absolutely no clue," Ryan replied finally. "I think they're in a relationship with Zach and Keith, but I'm not totally sure. Whatever's going on it's not something they broadcast for the world."

"Is everyone at this school gay?" Shane laughed, "I'm genuinely curious."

"Probably," Ryan deadpanned, "You wanna know who's really gay though?"

"Wh--"

"--You," Ryan interrupted with a cheeky grin, poking Shane in the chest, " ooh get wrecked." Ryan giggled at his stupid joke even as Shane rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, you gigantic dork." Shane pulled Ryan closer, something far too fond in his voice before kissing him on the cheek. They had been dating a while, but the way Shane's stubble scratched against Ryan's cheek still made his heart race.

Ryan can't help himself-- he kissed Shane, Shane's hand immediately coming up to cup his face as they embraced. It was slow and aimless, like most of today has been, and before long they broke apart with smiles on their faces. He could see the affection alight in Shane's eyes and knew his must look the same.

They laid together in a companionable silence, Ryan resting his head on Shane's chest, listening to the rise and fall of the other's chest.

"The full moon's coming up soon," Ryan said, breaking the silence. He felt Shane momentarily tense underneath him before relaxing again; Ryan couldn't blame him. It was only the second full moon after they had gotten together, since Ryan had found out, and Ryan knew it must be weird talking candidly about something he had kept under wraps for so long.

"Yeah," Shane breathed the word out like a sigh, before wrapping his arms loosely around Ryan. "You know... having you around, having someone around to talk about this werewolf stuff with makes it... I don't know. Easier, I think."

"How so?" Ryan asked, glancing up at Shane.

"I told you about how there's always this compulsion to transform, and it gets hard to control sometimes. Especially whenever I'm emotional," He huffed out a laugh, "I transformed a lot when we first met--I had a lot of confusing emotions surrounding you, y'know. But what I'm trying to say is, you being here, and more specifically us being together, makes those compulsions less strong."

He paused, but Ryan still listened intently.

"I tend to get trapped in my own head a lot, I get lost in my own perspective and I let things build up that shouldn't. But you..."He interlocked his slender fingers with Ryan's. "You caring about me, and knowing about the whole werewolf thing makes it easier for me to snap myself out of it." He looked down at Ryan, small smile on his face.

"You make it easier for me to breathe, whenever it feels like I'm drowning," Shane said earnestly, pressing a kiss to Ryan's forehead. "I can't thank you enough for that, Ryan."

There were thousands of things Ryan wanted to say-- no, I should be thanking you, or you it hard for me to breathe when you're around, or I love you, I love you so much it hurts.

He didn't. He didn't say anything; instead, he smiled at Shane and pulled him close and kissed him again--for a moment, the rise and fall of Shane's chest was the only thing reminding him to breathe.

--

Ryan was alone. He felt the loneliness as if it were a physical presence, crushing his chest and making it ache.

The full moon was tonight, its pale face already high in the night sky. Ryan was in his bedroom, and he missed Shane intensely, more than anything else in the world. His heart ached at the thought of Shane, alone in the woods, wrapped in chains.

He tried not to think about it.

He attempted to fall asleep, but every howl made him miss Shane even more-- and something else, as well. There was a nagging sense of dread that had followed him all day. He tried to tell himself it was just him missing Shane, but no matter what he did he couldn't shake the feeling that something is wrong.

Everything's been so good lately, though, he thought to himself, Everything's perfect. He knew this-- knew how good things were better than anyone else.

And yet, a foreboding sense of doom followed him, followed his thoughts-- and it worried him.

[toomanysurveys9]

When was the last time you found yourself somewhere you didn’t want to be?:

currently.

May I ask where that place was?:

jake’s mom’s trailer that is falling apart. we need out before wyatt learns to crawl cos this place is not even slightly safe. fuck, there’s not even any hot water.

Do you like coffee?:

occasionally. it was to be flavored.

When did you last use a money off voucher?:

i don’t remember.

Do your eyelids ever itch?:

yeah. not fun times.

Do you get excited when you get something in the post that isn’t a bill?:

depends what it is. if it’s a credit card offer or coupons, not generally. if it’s personal, like a letter or package, yes.

How about when a parcel comes for you? Is that “exciting?”:

yeah, it is.

What was the last thing you wrote by hand?:

application for a place we probably won’t be able to get. probably going to have to buy a damn trailer which i never wanted to do.

Why did you last feel exasperated?:

life.

When did you last offer to do something that you really didn’t want to do?:

that’d be today.

When did you last feel forced into something?:

today. but it turned out fine cos michelle wasn’t there. i hate her.

Have you ever used emotional blackmail to get your own way?:

nothing comes to mind. i’m generally not a malicious person..

Has anybody ever used emotional blackmail on you?:

probably.

What was the last piece of non-fiction that you read about?:

some news article online probably, if you can call it non-fiction. i feel like some of it gets questionable.

When navigating through a computer do you tend to use the mouse or keyboard:

trackpad.

Assuming you have any, is your hair soft today?:

well, it’s clean now since i was finally able to go somewhere to get a shower, but i’m not sure i’d call it soft exactly.

Who did you last worry about and why?:

wyatt. not having a decent place to live with him.

Who did you last feel sorry for and why?:

honestly, my family and i. we’re in a pretty shitty situation.

Is there a name that you can’t stand but it’s the name of a loved one?:

yeah.

When are you next at work?:

i don’t work at the moment. i had an interview but evidently it didn’t go well because i haven’t heard from them.

Do you enjoy your work?:

i’m a stay at home mom right now which i love, but i am looking for a job outside of the home cos i’ve got to do something to get us out of this trailer.

Are you currently looking for a new place to live?:

YES. we are NOT staying in this hell hole. yeah it’s a roof over our heads but the floor is soft all over, you have to be careful so you don’t call through. there’s holes in the floor covered with loose boards. my mother-in-law doesn’t clean for shit so it’s kinda dirty. and since the floor is going to shit, there’s wood chips all over the place so you have to be careful if you walk around without shoes. oh, and there’s no hot water so wyatt and i rarely get to be clean.

Do you fancy coming for a swim with me today?:

no. it’s cold.

Or do you prefer to swim alone?:

no. it’s cold. as i said.

When was the last time you ate/drank something gross just to be polite?:

i guess when i went to my aunt mary’s a couple months ago and she made quiche.

Can you see any toys from where you’re sat?:

i sure can.

Last time you heard a growl, who or what did it come from?:

it was wyatt. that’s one of his favorite noises lately.

Have you ever been embarrassed by something you’ve said or a noise you’ve made during a “moment of passion”?:

probably a noise i made. i don’t remember.

Does it bother you when you forget something that you should know?:

yes. it definitely does.

Last time you couldn’t sleep; what did you do?:

just kind of laid there, thinking.

What was the last thing to surprise you?:

eviction notice couple weeks ago.

What was the last thing you put off doing?:

application since we’ll likely get denied anyways.

When did you last make up a baby’s bottle?:

several months ago.

What was the last thing you cooked?:

does a frozen pizza count? if so, couple nights ago.

Who or what was the subject of the last photograph you took?:

wyatt, surprise surprise.

Do you eat your dinner at a dining table, coffee table or just off your lap:

off my lap. no room for a table here.

Why did you last ache?:

stepped on a wood chip thing.

When did you last see the sea?:

it’s been awhile.

Which would you prefer as a view; mountains or the sea?:

either would be nice.

Do you have mouse for your laptop? (Assuming you have a laptop):

i do but i don’t use it often.

Do you apologize a lot?:

yes. even when things aren’t my fault.

Why did you last feel “icky”?:

i hadn’t been able to shower in almost a week.

Do you have any framed black & white photos in your home? Who are they of?:

nope. i don’t even have a home anymore..

[ralphmorgan-blog1]

17 True Scary Stories That Will Ruin Your Night

Favi Santos

“I’m not your dad

“A girl I used to know told me a story that her ex husband used to wake up in the middle of the night because someone was tickling his feet. She told him her dad used to tickle her and her sisters feet to wake them up for school in the morning. So when weird things started happening around the house they would just say “knock it off dad” and it would stop. Well one day something happened in the kitchen (I don’t remember what) and she said “knock it off dad” and as she was walking out the door something growled in her ear “I’m not your dad”. They moved out a few weeks later.”

The man with the mustache

“When my son was about 3 he had a tent canopy attached to his bed frame. It covered about 3/4 of the length of his bed. He would always scoot towards the head of the bed and insisted covering up head to toe with his blanket, no matter how warm it was. I couldn’t turn off the lights until he was finished. I figured it was normal kid stuff. One night, just out of curiosity, I asked why he covered up so thoroughly. His response, “Because the man with the mustache won’t stop touching me. He’s always trying to tickle me. If I’m covered and way up here, he can’t reach me”. No one else had access to our house so needless to say, that scared the crap out of me. Till this day he still covers with his blanket, no matter how warm it is, although not as thoroughly as he used to. He doesn’t remember the man but still will not go to bed uncovered. He’s a teen now.”

Imaginary friend

“Ex-girlfriend moved into an apartment across the street from me, and told me her little brother had a new “imaginary friend” named Alex. Well I had been living in that neighborhood for about 5 years and 3 years prior to her moving in my neighbor Alex hung himself in that house.”

This is all very nope

“When I was a teenager in Colorado Springs we all used to crawl though this small tunnel that was directly under the interstate to get back and fourth from our neighborhood to the shitty trailer park with out obviously having to jump fences and run across the highway.

One drunken night alone I was on my way home about 2-3 am I came out of the tunnel only to find myself face to face with this huge rottweiler staring at me. I was in shock for a second, my stomach dropped. Instinctively I started yelling at the damn dog to go home. He just stood there glaring at me and every step I slowly took trying to get away he would bark and growl showing his teeth. So I started stomping towards him in a dominant way yelling at him to go on.

He turned and took steps back but still proceeded in torturing me barking and growling. I stupidity drunkenly started to power walk away. I then heard his feet running towards me as I had my back turned away from him. I turned back around only to see him lunging at me. I fell, when I turned and looked up the damn dog was completely out of sight as if I imagined the entire thing. To this day I don’t know if the dog was somebody’s pet or what. I didn’t hear him running away after I fell so I’ll never know I guess. Maybe he was a dark spirit.”

The thing

“When I was about 8 years old I was up in Maine at my uncle’s house with my cousin and little brother, all in the same age range. The part of Maine, Stratton, is pretty secluded about 30 minutes from Canada.

We were sleeping on sleeping bags in his living room, well all of the sudden through the window of my uncle’s door, probably about 9 feet tall, but had human like anatomy, this thing was standing hunched over looking into the house.

We all screamed and it did a non-human maneuver with it’s neck and ran behind the house. The footsteps of this thing practically shook the house. My mom and uncle come running into the living room. It’s been practically 20 years and we all still talk about it like it was yesterday.”

Spiders

“My friends father was a missionary in Africa. He was 16 and learning how to shave his face. 3 weeks went by and he woke up one morning with his throat extremely swollen. Flew him to the nearest hospital where the trauma surgeon took a scalpel…nicked my friends throat… and out spewed 100’s of tiny spiders….”

This is why I don’t work the late shift

“Was working midnights at a gas station. A couple came in trying to get behind the register. They went outside and left. I went in the bathroom and called the police. Who came as they were coming back in. They had bags, knives, a gun, rope, and various other weapons in the trunk. I don’t think they planned on me living. I was hiding in the bathroom when they were trying to come back in.”

Killer doll

“My pappy(grandfather) found a life size doll hanging by a rope around its neck, in a tree/wooded area on the way home one day. He said it looked like somebody hung it up there and was using it for shooting practice or something.

My mom was still a child so the jokester he is, brought it home for her and my Aunt. Well they actually liked the thing and cleaned it up and played with it. My grandmother says till this day the scariest things started to happen around their house.

ONE example: It was nighttime and her and my pappy were in bed sleeping. Well she said she woke up to the blanket making her feel strangled. And it was almost like someone crawled into their bed and laid in between them. She sat up, startled and that’s when their bed started to shake and dressers shaking also. But nothing on the dressers moved or fell. It got to the point she was so freaked out and fed up with all the spooky things going on in their house, she made my pappy get rid of it.

So he was good friends with the owner of a bar who was more than happy to take it off his hands. As he thought it would be a good conversational piece. Exactly one week later the man who the doll was given to died. Mind you he had perfect health.”

Final wishes

“On and episode of Beyond Belief like 7 years ago, I saw a true story about a step daughter who died She hated her step mother. And in death, they were both put in the same mausoleum. Every morning, the stone carcophagus’ were cracked and there was writing on the walls in blood begging for her to be away from the step mother even though the mausoleum was sealed every night… Still gives me chills to think about it.”

Dream boy

“This happened to me… I saw the ghost of a little boy run in front of my car and I almost crashed. That’s not the scary part tho. When I told my mom about it and where it happened, she told me of a dream she had when she was pregnant with me where she hit a little boy with her car on the same road at the same spot and when she got out to check on the boy, she said it was me.”

No curtains

“My husband and I had just moved into a new house in a new state with our then 3 year old. Naturally I needed to go food shopping for pretty much everything. It was dark by the time I arrived home and I could see, upstairs, in what is now our bedroom, (no curtains/blinds yet), what I was sure was my husband standing in the window. The light was on so it was pretty easy to see that he was standing there. I clearly needed help unloading so I went straight inside and upstairs only to find no one was up there. Came back down to find him on the other side of the house completely immersed in a video game, clearly had been there the whole time but I asked anyways and yup, hasn’t been upstairs since I left. Gave me the chills at the time, but more so after meeting our new neighbor who informed us the previous owner committed suicide inside our house. It was her (our neighbor’s) own late husband that discovered the body. Lots more stories, creepy but harmless, we still live in the house and have learned to coexist.”

Facebooking from beyond

“My friend’s friend died and a few days later the deceased was commenting on people’s fb post. People were spooked, angry, and confused. What it came down to was that it might have been something with his phone. He might have commented, loss service, passed away, phone was moved to a location with service, and then it posted. Still shocking.”

Grandma

“One night I hear my 6 yr old daughter talking to someone in her room. She was by herself. I asked her who she was talking to and she said “grandma ermmie”. Grandma Erma (only 2 people called her ermmie) died when she was 1. She never met her in person.”

Santa

“One Christmas, me and my son were at my parents house celebrating. It was getting late, i told my son, who was about five at the time, let’s get home and get you to bed before Santa goes to our house and has to leave because you’re not asleep. We get home, I’m getting our bags out of the car and my son says, mama!! Shhhh…Santa is in our house! My blood froze, our front curtains were open to show off our tree, so i asked what did you see? He said, Santa peeking at us in the window. I’m crapping my pants, i took him to my neighbors, and told them to call the cops if I’m not back in five minutes. The doors and windows were all locked and no sign of anybody in the house. I was scared all night.”

The dream

“One night I had a dream/nightmare? I was in a war. I went around the corner cause I was running from something. Came around the corner to see a gun pointed at my chest. It shot. With my left hand (this is important) I touched the wound and pulled my fingers away. There was blood on my 3 middle fingers to about the first knuckle line. I woke up in a dead sweat, calmed myself down it was only a dream, and went back to sleep. When I woke up however. I noticed there was something on my hand. My left hand. There was dried blood on my 3 middle fingers only down to the first knuckle. Of course I freaked out and immediately went to the full body mirror in the house. There wasn’t any other place that had dried blood.”

Trapped

“When I stayed at my grandparents house I was laying in bed and something came running down the hall. Everyone was asleep and the dogs were in the garage but whatever it was jumped on my bed, and since I had my head covered I never saw it, but it trapped me under my covers and I screamed and cried until I fell asleep.

I still have nightmares about it and that was close to 10+years ago.”

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