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He looks to the other as they approach. Tapping off the ash of his cigarette as he raises a brow. But soon it’s back between his lips as he leans on his car.

@xsafexspace​ said:  ❝  i feel safe with you.  ❞ from some meme || always accepting

Oh. Well, that seemed like a terrible idea. Stiles had never been looked at as someone who was capable of giving people comfort, or making them feel safe. Being a heretic had not changed the person he was. He was till the same anxious, slightly paranoid person he’d always been. The magic he was able to harness, along with the vampire abilities he was still getting used to, hardly inspired confidence in him. He was still just...Stiles. 

Not to mention he was terrible at not being awkward when he was around a beautiful woman. 

“That’s nice of you to say,” Stiles said, offering a slightly insecure smile. “But you don’t have pretend to make me feel better. I know I suck at this whole heretic thing.”

harvey kinkle asked:

‘ we’re at a graveyard late at night , what did you think was going to happen ? ‘

sabrina spellman answered:

♔━━━━━━━━━━━━━┑

Oh.. nothing out of the usual, absolutely nothing at all.

The snowy haired witches crimson lips was tugging into a small smirk, it was approaching Halloween afterall - that meant two things. Sabrina's birthday and more late night watching hours because October was the month for the 'oogie boogies' to come creeping out of the woodworks, especially at the Spellman Mortuary.

"Well... maybe some normality of things that remained dead" she announced, using her spade to swiftly glide through the air in one slice as she took the head off the zombie that had raised out of the ground; soil and mounds of grass shaken and cracking against the surface. The graves had been undisturbed until now, and even now she was questioning who the hell had their hold on this part of land to create such an army of walking dead like creatures.

"Get a weapon Harv, you can't just stand there" - the witch stepped across the cracks just to reach the grassy bank "hurry!"

Harvey tried not to flinch as the misshapen head rolled across the ground. He momentarily screwed his eyes shut, willing himself not to make -- god, was it eye contact if the eyes were rotten? He bit back the bile that rose in his throat. Images he wanted so hard to repress still flashed in in his minds eye. Tommy. They were all like Tommy.

Harvey’s hand stretched to wrap around the neck of his guitar, the only thing waking him up being the sound of Sabrina’s voice. Now wasn’t the time to be chicken shit. 

A low hissing sounded from behind his back, causing him to jump and spin around, pulling his guitar out of it’s strap before tightening his grip and letting it smash into the side of the zombie. “Holy shit!” He yelled, eyes widening as the creature tumbled down. He hestitated as a smidgen of guilt coursed through him, but brushed it to the side as his head turned to seek out the witch. 

@xsafexspace​ said;  ❛  don’t  fucking  touch  me .  ❜ / Steve 

            “ jesus, harrington, calm down -- “

      it’s not like he had done anything much -- slung an arm across his shoulders by the time their PE class was done and over with as a show of camraderie or whatever, but harrington clearly wasn’t in the mood. billy, on the other hand, seems entirely unbothered by the little outburst, lifting his hands in mock surrender, lips curled into a wide grin. 

      should have expected it, really. they weren’t friends and with how things had gone down at the byers’ house, the guy had every right to hate him. but this was school and he’s playing nice, for a change -- as nice as he could, anyway. 

                              ‘  No,  Betty,  of  course  it  isn’t  safe,  but  who  is  to  blame  you  for  wanting  to  find  Polly  ?  ‘

Jughead  swirled  the  amber  liquid  around  in  his  glass,  staring  down  at  the  reality  he  had  screwed  up  his  recovery.  Seven  to  one,  that  easily,  feeling  his  old  ways  tingle  in  his  spine  as  he  looked  up  at  Betty.  There  was  a  twisted  desire  to  throw  caution  to  the  wind  when  he  was  around  her,  something  he  hadn’t  felt  in  years,  something  that  put  his  old  relationship  with  her  back  into  perspective.  Was  it  because  they  were  bad  together,  or  because  Jughead  felt  reckless  in  love  ?  These  were  questions  without  answers,  darkness  that  he  had  to  come  to  terms  with  somehow.  Of  course  he  felt  longing  for  the  days  of  their  young  love,  but  he  also  felt  the  prickle  that  came  with  GROWING  UP.  He’d  grown,  no  matter  what  he  wanted  to  admit  to  himself,  whether  in  the  wrong  direction  or  right.  He  felt  like  a  vine  creeping  up  the  side  of  an  old  house,  unsure  of  whether  Betty  was  his  sun  or  he  was  mistaking  her  glimmer  for  it.

He’d  been  so  in  love  it  had  broken  him  instead.

                            ‘  You  know  of  all  people  I’ll  never  judge  you.  We  have  all  taken  risks,  but  yours  is  for  something  that  I  can’t  relate  to.  So,  as  long  as  you  keep  pepper  spray  on  you  ?  ‘

@xsafexspace​ continued from here;

@xsafexspace​​ (damon) said “I’ll clean up all this blood when I’m finished.” 

discreetly, the blonde salvatore entered the salvatore boarding house, hearing the conversation between her father and uncle, she was in disbelief when she heard her father’s words. ali walked over to where they are, her uncle’s back facing her, and stood beside him and drawled, “what was that?” she surprised her inattentive uncle of hers, who turned to face her, but her eyes were on the scene before her. 

there was blood and female bodies everywhere, scowling at the mess. “You better clean this up. I brought this carpet for this house and it does not stain well with blood.” ali told her father. “but you being a housekeeper will be interesting sight to see.”