to love and to be loved

sometimes nsfw, always a kinky biiiiitch, 22&a virgo also sometimes i write for supernatural, teen wolf, dylan o'brien ofc, and the vampire diaries, OBX, the originals, criminal minds..

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New Beginnings (2)

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x F/Reader

CW: cussing, some angst, primal setting, mentions of nudity, Klaus likes the chase

Word Count: 2k

There were more of them. A medium-height blonde who inhabited magic you never thought was possible, a tall, elegant-looking man that had the best manners you had ever seen. The gorgeous blonde sister who always had a mischievous look in her eyes. Those are only just the people you had seen so far. Everybody else seemed nice, you supposed. You haven’t gotten any names yet, except for the man who locked you in his kingdom- Klaus. He has interrogated you twice in the last day, otherwise leaving you in a magically locked room. You told him the same story each time, growing more and more erratic. Your nerves were already high due to your impending break-every-bone-in-your-body nighttime festivity that would be coming whether you liked it or not. At least he had the decency to lock you into a nicely decorated bedroom, with an ensuite bathroom. Your prison could have been worse, you were sure. 

You were anxiously biting on your fingernails, a habit you thought you had beaten. Clearly, your circumstances had an impact on your renewed habit. Caught in thought, it took you a second to realize that you were no longer alone in the bedroom. “I’ve told you everything! There is literally nothing else I can say or do that will change whatever thoughts you’ve concluded! Just get out!”, you nearly shouted. That was another thing, your body was frenzied with a wave of anger you had never felt before. “I am afraid that your outburst is unjust considered your company" the elegant man murmured. Shit. You thought it was Klaus. A pang of guilt hit you at your misdirected anger- but he was to blame too, wasn’t he? It’s not like he couldn’t have let you out of your magic prison if he wanted to. You chose to bite your tongue, the inevitable angry outburst just barely holding on to any means of sanity you had left. He continued in your absence of words, “I do apologize for my brother’s actions, but you must understand that he is just trying to protect his family.” Of course, here we go again with protecting the family. You weren’t a threat. “I could care less about harming you or anybody else in his family! All I care about is making it through the night when I turn and learning how to live my life as this new creature I never expected I would turn into!” You exclaimed, still profusely trying to declare your innocence to a family that has seemed to already made their opinions up about you. 

Unbeknownst to you, a certain hybrid was listening to your conversation with his brother. It was simply a test to see if you would change your story in the slightest to somebody other than him. The conversation continued for a handful of minutes, and all the while he was listening in. You really did seem to be telling the truth. He was beginning to believe you may just be a new wolf with no ulterior motives after all. Deciding he was finished with listening in, he decided to go confront you himself. With ease, you saw him stroll into the room that you were standing in with his brother. “Elijah, do you mind if I have a minute with our guest?” Klaus asked, earning a nod from his brother. Guest, my ass. “More like a hostage.” You grumbled, giving the illusive man a glare. “Did Mummy and Papa wolf never teach you any manners, Little Wolf?” He chastised, returning the look that you were giving him. On him, however, it was far scarier. “I was adopted by a normal family, asshole.” There it was again, the anger you just couldn’t seem to keep a leash on.  Within a second he was right in front of you, a rough grasp on your chin. You couldn’t look away from him if you tried. “I do not take disrespect well, but I will give you one and only one warning. The next time, I’ll rip your bloody heart from your chest.” His tone was calm, but it certainly had a bite that sent a chill down your spine. It looked like you both had tempers, which didn’t bode well for you. “Do you understand?” He all but growled, a dangerous look in his eyes. Clearing your throat, you tried to nod, “Yeah- yes, I understand.” You huffed, and his grip became just a little softer. “You’re free to go then.” And with that, he was gone, leaving no trace that he was there in the first place.

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The pricks of the twigs you were so graciously laying on is what brought you back into consciousness. You had shifted for the first time, and you remember that it was worse than you expected. Every bone in your body snapped and rearranged itself. The pain was excruciating. It was worse than anything you had ever felt, and then the pain was gone. Everything after that was hazy, but you remember running fast and far. You had no idea where you were now, and you were also showing a little more skin than you were used to. Okay, a lot more. Okay, fine, you were completely exposed to the elements. Standing up, you felt like you were learning how to walk again as you regained your composure. After scanning your surroundings, you followed the trail of mayhem you had left behind. Broken branches, a destroyed landscape around you. Clearly, at some point, you had a little tussle with a very aggressive tree. Great. Not only were you naked and alone, but you were a complete clown when in your wolf form. Not to mention you were lost. Luckily, it didn’t take you too terribly long to find a shred of clothes here and there, and then, your car. You’d never been so happy to see your shitty Toyota. As you drew closer, you noticed something that wasn’t supposed to be there. A dirty blonde hybrid was leaning oh so casually against your car. Now, this was a predicament. Holding your head high, you walked right past him to grab the massive sweatshirt you kept in your trunk. You were sure it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, but that didn’t make you any less mortified. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You commented in a snappy tone while pulling the garment over your head. “I take it your first time wasn’t everything you’d ever dreamed of, little wolf?” He replied, not even acknowledging what you said. “Oh no, it was a dream. I love when my bones break. How did you even find me, anyways?” You asked, wondering if you had to worry about the hybrid being a murderer and a stalker. “The faster you come to realize that I know everything about everything that is going on in my town, the fewer questions you will have to ask.” 

What kind of ominous response was that? The nerve of this man. “Whatever, if we’re done here…” You concluded, taking a step towards the driver's side door. Not a second later you were in that same annoying position he had you in a few days ago- him looming over you. The difference now, was that all you had on was a sweatshirt, you were backed up against your car, and you were in the middle of nowhere. Not that much of a difference, right? “Not so fast, little wolf. What’s the rush?” He drawled. God, what was with this guy? “Maybe I just don’t want to be around you longer than I have to?” You questioned. Jeez, where was all of this coming from? Oh right, not twelve hours ago your bones were snapping. You had every right to be annoyed. He tutted, something you certainly didn’t expect, but what you expected even less was for his body to pin you further against the door of your car. Now the handle was jabbing you in your side and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t the slightest bit uncomfortable. “Need I remind you that you are residing in my town, under my thumb. Let me also remind you of my warning, because you are awfully close to getting onto my bad side.” His breath fanned your ear, you hadn’t even realized how close he was. You knew he could feel- if not hear- how fast your heart was beating. If only he wasn’t so good-looking. If only he didn’t leak the toxicity you had always been addicted to in any guy you had ever fancied. 

If only you weren’t an angry she-wolf who just went through something excruciating with no remaining patience, maybe you would have made the right move. It was like something else possessed you when you pushed him hard. A strength you didn’t have before albeit nothing near what strength you knew he possessed. He stumbled, not as far as you would have liked, but enough for you to turn on your heel and work on opening your car door. To him though, you were moving like molasses. Instead of being pressed on your back, you were now aggressively pushed into the metal of the door. “Fatal move, little wolf.” He chastised. You were in for it now, might as well fight for your life. Knocking your head back, you nailed him in his. Hard. It hurt you more than it hurt him, but it gave you just enough leeway to slip out from under him.

Fight or flight kicked in now, and if you had the chance to run, you were going to take it. You did. You ran in the direction you came, giving you a little bit of a head start. He almost thought it was cute, how naive you were for thinking that you could outrun him. The bastard hybrid. Wiping the blood from his nose and his rapidly healing split lip, he let out a laugh that almost made you stop dead in your tracks. Almost. You ran faster than you had in ages, all the while thin branches slicing into you. The pain was almost non-existent. A little sting with all of the adrenaline running through your body. “I can smell you…” He called out from somewhere behind you. Your heart was beating in your ears, you were going to die. He was the predator, and you were the prey. Running as a gazelle away from the wild hunter, you paused behind a thickly based tree to catch your breath. Even as a werewolf, you couldn’t have super stamina. Your mouth was metallic, and your head was beginning to pound. Taking a moment, you listened, but you couldn’t hear him. Maybe you had lost him.

Meanwhile, he saw exactly where you were positioned, like a wounded animal- a primal fear in your eyes. He could almost smell it. It wasn’t often he got to play death tag with a pretty wolf. The false sense of security he knew he was giving you delighted him. He always loved the chase. There it was, the drop in your shoulders, the time to pounce. 

He caught you, you knew that much when it felt like a ton of bricks threw you into the tree. The snap you heard was bone or tree- though you couldn’t tell which. Your breath hitched when you dragged your eyes up to his. There was something more there than a game of survival. Something instinctual, something that felt like a fire in your bones. Your eyes snapped to his lips for just a second. Your heart was about to stop any minute, or at least that’s what it felt like. He fought the smirk that was struggling to break through his mask. When you lifted your chin defiantly, that was the straw that broke the camel's back. “And here, I thought you were a wolf, not a little minx.” He nearly whispered, his mouth awfully close to yours. Your hands moved up into his hair, “You thought wrong.”.

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New Beginnings

Pairing: M x Fab, Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warnings: nothing but a little angst, it's a smooth transition into writing again and it's mostly plot build-up. This will probably be multiple parts if this goes over well. (Oh and one f-bomb)

Word count: about 1600

You were a new wolf, having just triggered your curse. Moving to a town that you thought would offer you a fresh start as a supernatural being, you seemed to be mistaken as you met the light-eyed, suspicious hybrid who would do anything and everything to keep his family safe from what he deemed to be a potential threat

You were looking to start a new chapter in your life as a bright, twenty-something-year-old woman. Sometimes it didn’t really seem possible- not with everything that had happened. You had triggered your curse. It seemed like it was just yesterday when you were at that bar on a drab corner of the streets of New York. He came at you quickly, with anger, and you just reacted. You never meant to hurt him- and yet when push came to shove he had underestimated you. He hit his head and even though you called an ambulance as soon you came to your senses, he passed away on his way to the hospital. You claimed self-defense; he already had a record. You got off. 

You knew what you were even though you had been adopted by a nice, normal family as a child. You remembered enough before you had been given away to know what was coming on the night of the next full moon. You also knew there was a supernaturally infested town in Louisiana, and so that is where you went. You knew of the powerful family that lived there, and the surrogate son. You knew there was some mix of a daughter, as well as a coven of witches. Just because you knew of it all didn’t mean you knew what anybody looked like, but you were sure that you’d be able to just tell- I mean there must be some supernatural radar- right?

Fine, you really had no idea what you were doing. 

You managed to get a cute little apartment in the French Quarter, and you were happy about it because, at any point of the day, there was music, art, and laughter. The atmosphere was unlike anything you had ever experienced, and you hadn’t seen one supernatural being the entire week you’d been there so far. That didn’t mean they hadn’t spotted you though. Marcel Gerard always knew when somebody new moved into town. He had seen you more than once and had a litter of day walkers keep tabs on you. He knew that one could never be too safe when something new moved into his town. Not after everything. 

Being new to the town, you had googled “events near me” on your laptop to see if there was anything you could attend. You wanted to keep a low profile but you certainly didn’t want to be lonely forever. There were so many options, but you chose to go to an art exhibit for an unknown artist. If they were unknown, they had to be good to be shown regardless of their anonymity. That’s where you were on Saturday evening, five days before your first full moon. The art was beautiful, and you couldn’t help but admire all of the work adorning the walls. You were so caught up in the painterly strokes that you didn’t notice the gentleman creeping up to your side until he was practically hovering over you. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”, you murmured to the man beside you without looking at him. He hummed in response, prompting you to look toward him. “Not much of a conversationalist, I see. That’s okay, I usually talk enough for two.”, you joked. The man beside you was attractive, to say the least. He had pretty eyes and the slightest curve to his nose. Not to mention your biggest weakness, the soft curls. Gosh, he was pretty. “It’s lovely”, he confirmed, and you were shocked to hear the English twang in his voice. It wasn’t what you expected, and it only made him more attractive. You breathed out an awkward sigh, before mustering your best-extroverted impression, “I’m Y/N”. He squinted his eyes at you in the slightest- almost unnoticeable way, before offering you a smile. “Klaus”, he returned. There was a familiarity to the man that you couldn’t put your finger on. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Klaus”, you smiled, before glancing back at the work you were admiring minutes before. He was analyzing you once you had looked away. He knew what you were, and yet, he could tell that you had absolutely no idea who- or what- he was. Even if you had no idea who he was, he couldn’t be too safe. Anybody could have compelled you to be there, doing their bidding. You could be there to harm his child and his family.

The next time you looked at him, you couldn’t look away. “Who are you, and why are you in my city?”. His pupils dilated, and his brows furrowed. The tone of his voice dropped into one of hostility, and that’s when it clicked for you. This man was trying to compel you, and he had said it was his city. His city… Bingo. The powerful, eternally immortal family you had done minimal research on. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you knew he could hear it. He could see the sweat beginning to bead on your forehead, and he definitely noticed you twisting the ring on your index finger. You didn’t know enough about vampires to know if they could tell if you were lying, so you chose to tell the truth. Oddly, it seemed like the safer option rather than pretending to be compelled. You figured that would get you killed. Swallowing the ball in your throat, you dropped your eyes downwards. “I’m- uh- well I’m on vervain”, you confessed and within a second you were behind the gallery in the dimly lit lighting. He was watching you cautiously, inquisitively. “You didn’t choose to lie, a brave move, Darling”, he said condescendingly, and at this point, there wasn’t a single bone in your body that would have allowed you to make eye contact. You were going to die a week into your new chapter.

Swallowing again, you blinked back any of your fearful tears before clearing your throat, “Look, I just moved here okay? My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I really did not mean to come anywhere I didn’t belong. It’s just- um”, your voice caught in your throat. You hadn’t told anybody what you had done to that man yet, only the cops knew. He took a step closer to you and you put up your hands in surrender- God, you weren’t cut out for this life. “I- I triggered my curse okay? And, fuck. I don’t know what you want me to say so that you don’t kill me right now but I just heard this town had lots of people like me and I don’t know anybody else who is like me. Really- I- I just thought that maybe I would be safer here, but clearly, it’s not very safe and I haven’t even shifted yet and I’m already so scared so can you just get it over with if that’s what you’re going to do anyway?”. It all came out so fast, you always did that when you were nervous.

He hung onto every word you said, listening to the racing of your heart to detect any dishonesty. You were being sincere. “Well I wasn’t planning to bloody kill you behind my art exhibit!”, he snapped, which honestly offered you little relief. His art exhibit? You wanted to comment on it, but you were just so scared. Not two weeks ago you were just the everyday human, and now you’re face to face with a man that fuelled nightmares. He was still watching you, he could sense your fear. You were young, experiencing something completely unknown to you. A breath of innocence despite the blood on your hands that had triggered the curse. Your heart was beating like that of a hummingbird, and you looked so small- trembling close to the corner he had backed you into. He wasn’t going to kill you, but he also wasn’t going to let you out of his sight until he knew for sure you would not be a danger to his family. He considered his choices, knock you unconscious and take you home with him, dragging you kicking and screaming. Though, he doubted you would put up much of a fight given how scared you already were. “Come with me.”, he practically ordered, causing your eyes to snap up to his- but his back was already turned, leading the way to wherever he was taking you.

You followed, at first. Cautiously creeping behind him as if he was going to explode and douse you with the flames of his past aggression. Once you were out of the little backlit corner you had been in, you made the snap decision to run. You didn’t make it far before he was right in front of you- bewildering you once again with the inhuman speed and looking even more terrifying now that there was a fire dancing behind his eyes. “Wrong choice, little wolf”, he muttered, before grabbing onto your wrist tightly and practically dragging you behind him. This time, you couldn’t help but let a few tears out as he grabbed onto you, hoisting you up. Within mere moments you were in what you imagined to be the inside of a castle. What have you gotten yourself into?

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I’ve said this many times without putting out, but I’m back. Let’s see if my writing has improved since however many years ago. I just finished The Originals (I know, how did I not watch it until now)? Klaus is up first.

[ghalibsmuse]

girls be like *he is my comfort character* and then bam its the most emotionally traumatised ficitonal man you’ve ever seen

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hi lovely, idk if this blog is still alive but, could you do a second part of "History, Klaus Mikaelson"

you know what fine guys i’ll start writing again. i am still alive just lazy.

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should i start writing again once i’m done this sem?!?!

[klngly]

Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, or back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they’re a wide-eyed mess.

[mamasoygay]

fuck kinda subway are u going to?

[candycorn-dreams]

Reblog if you support squishy bellies, have a squishy belly, or have the desire to summon satan

[livixdunne-blog]

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

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See You Tomorrow

Pairing: Kai Parker x Reader

Prompt #14: “So you’re saying you don’t want to have sex with me?”

Warnings: Mentions of sex

Word Count: 415

He was always pestering you! It’s not like you were the only person with a vagina in this stupid town, so you had no idea why he wouldn’t take the hint. You were not going to sleep with Kai Parker. As if you wanted whatever fifty STI’s he had at this point because from what you heard, he slept with practically anybody. He infuriated you to no end with his charming smile and flirty personality. Today happened to be no different, you, trying to make a living working as a hostess, Kai coming to a table he knew was yours just to try and get into your pants.

Rolling your eyes, you walked down to wear the brunette boy was sitting, as one of your coworkers had alerted you that the “brown-eyed sexy man” was back to talk to you.

“What do you want Kai?” You asked, already annoyed with how busy it was, he was just making it worse because he was taking up your time and its not like he ever tipped anyways. “Y/N, beautiful, how are you today? You look a little stressed, do you need a massage?” Rolling your eyes you glared at him for a moment before replying, “yes actually, I have one booked for Tuesday with a hot Brazilian.” His left eye twitched, giving away his own annoyance. Did he ever get tired of this? Instead of a snappy reply, he smirked, “My great great great grandfather was a quarter Brazilian, so I think I might be who you’re looking for.” You scoffed, before taking out your notepad in case he actually wanted to order something, “What can I get for you today, Parker?” You asked, mock sweetness dripping from your voice. “Yeah, could I get a Mediterranean salad with a side of You?” He asked, and you rolled your eyes for what felt like the tenth time. “Same answer as yesterday.” You grumbled, already sick and tired of his antics for the day.

He squinted his eyes in confusion at you before opening up his pretty lips, “so... what you’re saying is that you don’t want to have sex with me?” He questioned, as if he wasn’t used to your answer by now. “No Kai, now either order something, or go.” You ordered, while maintaining a levelheaded tone so that nobody else knew you were arguing with a customer. He flashed you a cheeky smile before giving you an even cheekier reply, “Alright Pretty Girl, see you tomorrow.”

[mistersourwolf]

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Click here to support Help my Dad pay his debt, he’s struggling so much organized by Savannah Jones

Ever since I was born, my dad has always worked 70+ hour weeks, trying his hardest to provide for me and my two sisters.  That being said he

I guess I’m like my dad in the ways I don’t like asking for things. I’ve contemplated starting a campaign for months, knowing it seems so far out of reach, the idea of strangers helping strangers. I realized I have nothing to lose by starting one. Anything helps, a dollar still has its value I promise you. And if you aren’t able to help financially please REBLOG, I need as many people to see this as possible. Praying for this to work. I love you Dad.

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should i start writing again? i have so many requests i need to catch up on!

[littlered247]

Let's play kinkshame or kinksame

Send me a kink and I’ll reply with kinkshame or kinksame

[mantorokk]

lmao do it

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14 with Stiles plz. Darn Auto Correct

ooooh ok i JUST started writing again so i have a few to do first but i’ll try to get on it

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Won’t Stay Broken

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Summary: After Damon breaks the three promises he made you, murder, humanity switch and hurting you, you just don’t think that your relationship will ever be okay again, but Damon on the other hand is determined to fix you.

Warnings: Angst and fluff!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cause you doesn’t love some good old Flangst??

Word Count: 1159

Shattered. Broken. Fractured. Fragmented. Your heart was in pieces because of what happened three days ago. You wouldn’t let Damon, nor Stefan heal you. You wanted him to have to watch you slowly heal, be in pain with every turn or crane of your neck. You wanted him to see what he did because of the lack of trust he had in you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to forgive him, it was that you couldn’t. You wanted him in your life, but you felt like you needed this. He made you so happy for so long but this, this was unforgettable. 

You saw the longing look he gave you when you left that day. The look he had given you the first time that this had happened, but so much more intense. To Damon, you were his future, his life, his everything. He let what Klaus had to say of all people, get into his head and because of that he hurt you. He lost everything that ever meant anything to him, and you lost him in return. You always had a small apartment of your own, one that you never really used because you practically lived at Damon’s. At one point, you were going to sell it because everything seemed so perfect. You had never been more thankful for one of your decisions, your decision not to sell your apartment. That being said, it shredded your heart even more realizing that a circumstance came where you needed to return to it. For days, you sat on your couch with the apartment door locked, watching sad movies, listening to sad music, eating take out every single night or hardly eating at all. You felt like everything fell apart so quickly leaving you with nothing left. Of course, Stefan had tried to come. Caroline, Bonnie, even Elena. You didn’t let anybody in. You had never wanted to be more alone, drowning yourself in self-pity.

It was the eighth day of your very repetitive routine that another knock rang throughout the house. With a roll of your exhausted, teary eyes, you got up from the couch that you practically lived on, pulling your hood over your head just in case it was someone like a mail man. You didn’t want them to see the scarring vampire bite that rested on your neck, not quite healed. Ten to one however, it was Stefan again. Unlocking your door, you pulled it open swiftly, “Stefan I told you I wan-” You froze when you realized that the person at the door was not Stefan, nor was it Caroline, the other girls and it wasn’t even a mailman. It was the only person you wanted to avoid. “Y/N, I..” He began, but your expression went sour and you began to close the door faster than you opened it. However your plan was quickly demolished when a dark boot slipped between the door and its frame. “Just listen to me, Y/N, please.” He pleaded, his voice sounding so sincere. “There is nothing I need to hear Damon.” You whispered back hotly, trying to push the door closed once again.

“Y/N, this can’t be the end.” His defeated tone almost made you open the door and welcome him back with open arms. Almost. You needed to be strong for yourself though. Damon hurt you. “You made it the end Damon! You let your jealousy cloud everything, you let your jealousy hurt you enough to hurt me. That is not my fault!” You exclaimed, all of your sadness turning into anger within seconds. “Y/N, he got into my head. I believed every little thing he said, not because I thought it was something you would do, but because I know you deserve so much better. You deserve somebody that can be a hero.”

It was then that you realized that he did everything out of insecurity, not out of anger at you, but himself. Though the realization softened your heart a little bit, it still wasn’t an excuse. He continued without needing a reply from you, obviously thinking this whole speech out thoroughly before even attempting to come to you, “I never meant to hurt you, which seems ironic because I did. I know I did, and I know I scared you. I was angry at myself for not being good enough for you. I don’t ever expect that you’ll ever forgive me and I don’t think I want you to. I want you to know that I love you, and I would do anything and everything to take that night back because it kills me that I hurt you. It kills me that I ruined this because of my own insecurity and it especially kills me to know that you’re afraid of me.” He was breathless at the end, and you were teary-eyed. This was the kind of time when you wished you were just a little bit stronger, this was the time where you wished you had a little bit more of a backbone. 

But you didn’t. You loved him just as much as he loved you, and the last week and a bit had been the worst days of your life. You longed him, and you knew you’d blame yourself if you never forgave him, if you lost him forever.

Opening the door past the little gap his boot was making, you threw yourself at him. Clinging so tightly that you weren’t sure if you were ever going to let go. “Please don’t hurt me again.” You whimpered against his shirt, your voice gravelly and afraid. Afraid to get hurt again, afraid to let him in. “I will never hurt you again, I swear on Stefan’s countless book collection. I swear on my bourbon collection.” He whispered back, trying to add an underlining of humor to the moment. 

Seconds later you were resting on the couch in his arms, him gently caressing your hair. You missed his warmth and his strength and as embarrassing as this was to admit- his smell. His fingers gently caressed the curve of your neck, freezing when he felt you flinch as his fingers passed the swollen scar of the bite, the leftover scab where your skin broke. “I am so sorry,” he murmured against the top of your head, getting a shrug in return. You wouldn’t console him for his guilt, this was something he was going to have to deal with. A reminder of what could happen for both you and him. Moving his hand back up to your hair after that moment, you relaxed into his arms, readying yourself for the first good sleep since the incidence. “I love you too.” You whispered, as you hit the brink between a deep slumber and the reality you were succumbed to.

This was how the night ended. You in his arms on your couch because you weren’t quite ready to go back to the boarding house yet.

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14 with Stokes plz

stokes?

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