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is my LOVE not enough? ‐ if brokenness is a form of art ; i'm a P R O D I G Y child.

NEW BLOG.

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 THIS BLOG IS BEING ARCHIVED. PLEASE READ ON.

      not many have the absolute privilege to announce they have – or had – over 3200 followers. out of the millions on tumblr, i know it doesn’t seem like much, but it wasn’t a number to me. it was 3200 people who had my back and supported me and loved my writing. however, it seems that most of them have been ghost followers, and the lack of support and communication between me and my followers has made my muse go down, and so i have made the executive decision to archive my blog and start a new. i really hope those of you who have stuck it out with me through everything and have continued to respond and enjoy my writing follow me to my new blog.

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 THIS BLOG IS BEING ARCHIVED. PLEASE READ ON.

      not many have the absolute privilege to announce they have – or had – over 3200 followers. out of the millions on tumblr, i know it doesn’t seem like much, but it wasn’t a number to me. it was 3200 people who had my back and supported me and loved my writing. however, it seems that most of them have been ghost followers, and the lack of support and communication between me and my followers has made my muse go down, and so i have made the executive decision to archive my blog and start a new. i really hope those of you who have stuck it out with me through everything and have continued to respond and enjoy my writing follow me to my new blog.

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is my LOVE not enough? ‐ if brokenness is a form of art ; i'm a P R O D I G Y child.

NEW BLOG.

[crowiisarchive-blog]

 THIS BLOG IS BEING ARCHIVED. PLEASE READ ON.

      not many have the absolute privilege to announce they have – or had – over 3200 followers. out of the millions on tumblr, i know it doesn’t seem like much, but it wasn’t a number to me. it was 3200 people who had my back and supported me and loved my writing. however, it seems that most of them have been ghost followers, and the lack of support and communication between me and my followers has made my muse go down, and so i have made the executive decision to archive my blog and start a new. i really hope those of you who have stuck it out with me through everything and have continued to respond and enjoy my writing follow me to my new blog.

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is my LOVE not enough? ‐ if brokenness is a form of art ; i'm a P R O D I G Y child.

NEW BLOG.

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is my LOVE not enough? ‐ if brokenness is a form of art ; i'm a P R O D I G Y child.

NEW BLOG.

[crowiisarchive-blog]

is my LOVE not enough? ‐ if brokenness is a form of art ; i'm a P R O D I G Y child.

NEW BLOG.

[crowiisarchive-blog]

is my LOVE not enough? ‐ if brokenness is a form of art ; i'm a P R O D I G Y child.

NEW BLOG.

[crowiisarchive-blog]

 THIS BLOG IS BEING ARCHIVED. PLEASE READ ON.

      not many have the absolute privilege to announce they have -- or had -- over 3200 followers. out of the millions on tumblr, i know it doesn’t seem like much, but it wasn’t a number to me. it was 3200 people who had my back and supported me and loved my writing. however, it seems that most of them have been ghost followers, and the lack of support and communication between me and my followers has made my muse go down, and so i have made the executive decision to archive my blog and start a new. i really hope those of you who have stuck it out with me through everything and have continued to respond and enjoy my writing follow me to my new blog.

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      the brunette reached forward and cupped the toddler    up in her arms, smiling back at her husband and the rest      of their children. hopefully they could get a night of    cuddling and relaxation and  sleep, but if she knew      her children well, they’d wake up with at least one    kid in their bed. elena carried the little one into his crib.      he was so peaceful and quiet when he was sleeping.   once he was well tucked in with his always loyal teddy bear      by his side she walked back out.                                     “ he’s sound asleep. “

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      ▓░ ▎ ♛ ;           damon lifted up their oldest and their daughter,        following elena upstairs to the bedrooms and              laying luke down in his bed before putting ava          in the bed right beside her brother’s. exiting the room      just as elena came out of the nursery,        damon slowly closed the door behind him.            smiling sleepily, he nodded before he took a step towards her,          reaching down to grip the back of her thighs      before lifting her up and walking towards their bedroom,         face buried in her neck.  

          ❝ now for you. ❞

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             the petite girl smiled brightly and  innocently           at him. he seemed nice, a  bit  shy  but nice.              elena knew where the kitchen was so          FOOD  was a thing she could at least help him with.                           “ ——— i know where we keep the  FOOD. “

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      ▓░ ▎ ♛ ;             damon smiled a little,         slowly moving to slide off the bed              and approach her, his hands in fists           at his sides nervously.  

                           ❝ then can i eat ? ❞

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MRS. SALVATORE:

         taking the cure with damon was possibly the best       thing that had ever happened in her life, besides damon       and the children, of course. but here they were, stuck      in their own real life fantasy———- actually having their        very own happy ever after. when she heard the voice       from the couch a smile came upon her very exhausted         lips. a sigh of exhaustion left her lips as they parted.    elena walked back into the room and sat down on the table        next to the couch, reaching out for the hand of her husband.                             “ did i wake you up ?? “

   ▓░ ▎ ♛ ;       the man watched with cerulean hues that seemed         a century and a half younger than he was.             they still had trouble ; instead of vampire and werewolves,       it was bills and if the kids were going to break an arm or need stitches.                damon would take insurance and paperwork and         dumbass employees over monsters who would take his kids from him.              he smiled, nodding before carefully wrapping an arm around      his little princess and canting his head to their youngest,          sean grayson salvatore.

           ❝ take ‘im. ❞

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           she had a dream life and she was more than          a little aware of it. even though work was hell, it always             came back around. their lives finally seemed perfect.        once she had finished her shift at the hospital, elena              got into the car and drove home in the dark;         filled with a longing feeling to see her family again.          when she opened up the door she noticed her        sleeping husband on the couch with their three       adorable, sleeping angels on top of him.         she leaned forward and kissed his forhead slowly,       before walking back into the hallway to take off her jacket.

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    ▓░ ▎ ♛ ;        the father of three had one boy laying on his chest,          a pair of small legs wrapped around his waist with luke’s      face pressed into the base of his father’s throat.            then there was sean, leaning against damon’s side         while the former vampire’s arm was curled around the boy.     and the girl was clinging to her father’s shirt,        face buried into the side of his chest. the man,             despite being in a deep sleep, immediately stirred as          the door opened and a soft mouth pressed against his forehead.       blinking softly, he glanced around to see the hallway light on.

            ❝ hey you ---- ❞

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MR. SALVATORE.

     ▓░ ▎ ♛ ;         he lifted his left hand, staring intently at the dark silver band            around his finger as he heard her laugh into the receiver.          god, he was so fucking IN LOVE with her.       even with his hesitance to become human,            and then his hesitance to have children.         but oh god, was it worth it. it was so fucking worth it              and he got to wake up next to a beautiful wife and,       depending on the night, three other kids all squeezed           onto a king sized bed. smirking, he like out a hum of approval.

             ❝ mm —- cannot wait.        now, i’d love to chat,            but i’ve got three kids to go pick up          or my wife will beat me senseless. ❞

                   “ ugh your wife sounds awful. “         a laugh escaped her red lips. they had a perfect life now;    a life that neither of them felt worthy of but a life that they finally had        archived. a life with three children and a picket fence. two jobs      and an economy that was finally steady thanks to the bar  &&  the             hospital. she really  LOVED  him and their perfect little family.         the brunette couldn’t wait until she would get to go home  &&        snuggle up with her husband and their perfect little ones. 

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     ▓░ ▎ ♛ ;        ❝ she’s positively awful.               however, she makes the most b e a u t i f u l kids,        so it’s almost worth it.             plus, there’s this amazing                   thing she does with her tongue ----               well, it’s hardly the place to say,        and i really have to go...                             i love you, SALVATORE. ❞  

               it wasn’t long after damon hung up the phone with his wife                    that he had picked up their three kids from daycare                       -- after dodging the single mothers --               and continued to cook them dinner, bathe them, dress them,                    and do what any parent does who wants to be                  the favored parental figure : give them oreos and                          let them stay up thirty minutes after their bedtime.               elena wouldn’t have been able to figure out any of this,                       if they hadn’t all fallen asleep on the couch on top                   of their sleeping father.    

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     as he grew stiff, elena inhaled a deep breath, trying to maintain some form of composure. they loved their son, more than anything in the world, but she hadn’t even known she could get pregnant until they’d found out she was carrying him. vampires weren’t supposed to procreate. they couldn’t. and yet, the universe had brought a child into their lives. and now, it decided they should have another one. she gave a small nod in response, small chills running through her as his fingers trailed her abdomen.

      “i-i was gonna tell you when i first found out, but i knew you were with luke and i didn’t want to make you worried, and…” she moves to bury her face in his chest, arms clinging to his broad frame.

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        ▓░ ▎ ♛ ;            damon was barely listening to the words spilling out of her mouth, instead focusing his attention down to the stomach that held his new child, and it was enough to bring the monster to his knees. his hands ghosted to her hips, eyes leveled with her stomach as he slowly glided his hands up beneath the hem of her shirt, exposing her skin. leaning forward, he pressed his lips below her navel.

                                            ❝ elena, i am so HAPPY. ❞

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          as soon as luke was out of the room, elena allowed herself to drop the facade of stableness she’d put up for her son. frowning, she wiped at her tear-stained cheeks, doe eyes wandering upward to meet her husband’s gaze. 

          “i haven’t been feeling well the past few days. i’ve been sick, and, uhm…and bonnie said i should go to the doctor. i went before i came home, and——–well, let’s just say care wanted to go out for drinks afterwards, and i told her i wouldn’t be able to for at least the next 9 months.”

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         ▓░ ▎ ♛ ;             the vampire burrowed his brows, staring down into wife doe eyes. when she admitted she was pregnant, his entire body became stiff, blinking rapidly. yes, they had luke, but they both thought it was some freak universal accident. how in the fuck ---- she was pregnant. narrowing his eyes slightly, he moved a hand to her stomach, trailing his fingers over the toned canvas of her stomach.

                                             ❝ you’re pregnant ? ❞