no peace i've found

jon stark. knows things. original werewolf. substitute teacher at mystic falls high. currently questioning decision. [SEVEN DEVILS RP MEMBER]

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Jon Stark stopped her and gave me this vervain necklace | Spencer & Jon

Stark? Jon Stark was subbing in room 2146.

Rebekah Mikaelson attacked me. Jon Stark stopped her and gave me this vervain necklace.

“What do you mean?” she asked her the other teenager, but instead he just walked away. Figured. After all, Spencer was just that weird over-achiever who randomly lost the majority of her social skills a few weeks ago.

Jon Stark stopped her and gave me this vervain necklace.

Spencer remembered when Elena had told her this, but his name had gotten lost in the drama of realization that she was no longer alone. And he knew too. He could help her.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” she muttered to the various group of kids who were waiting on the lunch line. She left her untouched tray on the counter before quickly dismissing herself from the cafeteria and rushing up the stairs to get to room 2146. She knew she was receiving a series of really odd looks, but she frankly didn’t care. Everyone already knew she wasn’t perfect anymore.

Jon Stark…vervain necklace.

“Hello, Mr. Stark?” Spencer poked her head into the classroom. He wasn’t at all what she expected. In fact, Spence was ready to turn right there and look for a sub who looked more like she imagined Jon Stark would look like, when she felt her own vervain necklace bounce against her chest.

Jon Stark stopped her.

“My name is Spencer Hastings…I’m…I’m a friend of Elena Gilbert’s.”

[jonsnowolf]

"No, Mister Matthews, Leonardo DiCaprio did not paint the Mona Lisa but yes he should have won an oscar years ago." Jon smirked, allowing the class to burst out in their controlled muffled laughter before raising his brows at the student in question, "...and you're lucky I have no direct influence in enrolment otherwise you would have been kicked out of this class so fast it would have put Speedy Gonzalez to shame." The polite laughter picked up again but not before it was swallowed by the sound of the bell going off, marking the end of class. Jon couldn't have sighed in relief any louder. That class seemed to have dragged on longer than normal. Probably because he was actually sober this time.

As soon as the last student left the room and shut the door behind him, Jon quickly opened his bottom drawer and pulled out the flask he had stashed underneath the piles of paper. Not the most logical place, but since he moved around a lot it's not like he had to hide it in the same place all the time. But just as he unscrewed the top he heard the door being opened from the other side, "Shit!" He muttered, frantically screwing the top back on and dropping it back into the drawer before kicking it closed. After smoothing his hair he took a breath and glanced up at his visitor, he had been subbing at the school for months now but this was a new face. Jon was about to hold out his hand in greeting until he heard her mention Elena. Instantly his expression took on a look of worry at the name.

"Elena? What's wrong, is she okay?" He asked a little too quickly, his brow furrowed together in concern.

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Invite Me In | Jontherine

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His hands roaming her slim frame, his dark gaze boring into hers, it was enough to drive the vampire crazy with desire. Lust was something Katherine never seemed to run out of, even as a human. Though she knew she had more important things to be doing than seducing a werewolf, it was all that was on her mind at the moment. When he pushed her against the wall, she reacted fervently with her lips devouring his while one of her legs wrapped around his hips to pull him in closer, her body flush against his now. Her hands tangled in his hair, she tugged on the curls as her fingers massaged his head and caught his lower lip between her teeth. Biting down hard enough to break the skin, she licked a droplet of blood that oozed from the shallow wound, murmuring a sound of pleasure against his lips as she savored the taste.

[jonsnowolf]

Jon breathed heavily against her lips, his hands tangling in her hair before they dipped back down to her waist, slipping his fingers under her top and stroking the skin there before he swiftly picked up her other leg and wrapped it around his waist, pushing his lower body towards her to keep her pinned up against the wall. He sucked in a breath at their new position and met her lips again, his hands reaching up to cup her face between his hands. Jon hissed against her lips, his hands gripping her face a little tighter when he felt her nick his lips with her teeth, his eyes shot open to meet her gaze. Had he not been so taken with her and so in need for this kind of contact, he would have pushed away from her then. Being bitten by a vampire, though admittedly pleasurable, was something he despised. But instead of voicing himself, he smirks against her lips and presses himself against her again, banishing any thought of pushing her away from his mind.

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A soft sigh escaped her lips as his mouth made contact with her skin and Katherine lifted a hand to tangle in his curls, enjoying the warm sensations spreading throughout her shoulder. She let him do this for a moment before pulling his head back and bringing one leg around to wrap her long limbs around his hips before she leaned down and pressed her lips against his neck. Sucking hard on the skin, she swirled her tongue on the healing bruise before nipping at it, continuing this down his neck while her hands massaged his body all over. The vampire couldn’t explain why she felt such a desire to have him, but she did. It was similar to how she’d felt in 1864. Perhaps not as strong yet, but it was there. And just as she had conquered the hearts and bodies of Damon and Stefan Salvatore, she would do the same with Jon Stark.

[jonsnowolf]

Jon sighed against her skin, eyes closed as he lost himself in the feeling of her pressed so intimately against him. When she moved into a more comfortable position Jon sucked in a breath at the feeling of her pressed even close to him, his hands digging into her legs as she kissed down his neck. He would have pulled away and growled at her for marking his skin had he not been enjoying the feeling so much. He let his hands drift around her lower back and pulled her even closer towards his body before letting his hands drift slowly up her sides, cupping her face in his hands and bringing her back to him. Jon let his gaze linger on hers for a moment, seemingly caught in her allure before he crushes his lips against hers. At the back of his mind Jon knew why he was attracted to her so much, why he was drawn to her so easily and why he couldn't seem to help himself when he was around her. Rather, he knew who she reminded him of. In an attempt to banish those thoughts from his mind he pushes her off him and sped them over to the wall, shoving her up against it roughly before his lips crashed down against hers again.

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Why Can't We Be Friends? | Jon&Tyler

[tlockwoofs]

“It may have been necessary but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to prevent it from ever happening again…” He shrugged, “Hence the helmet.” Tyler definitely didn’t like the fact that Jon Stark was right. He never liked when someone else was right and he was wrong. It was absolutely terrible on all counts. Tyler’s ego couldn’t handle Tyler being wrong. Tyler kept his eyes on the substitute teacher, watching for any sudden moves in case he needed to defend himself. He shrugged again when Jon asked about Lydia, “She wasn’t around… So it’s not like she got attacked or anything.” He paused, “Or wait… Do you mean like feelings and shit?”

[jonsnowolf]

“If it makes you feel any better I promise I won’t knock you out ever again, okay?” He grinned, holding his hands up as if it made his promise seem more genuine. “As a human, I mean. If it’s necessary when you’re wolfed out then head-knocking is fair game alright.” He chuckled. Jon kept his movement as minimal as he could anyway, considering he could practically feel Tyler’s piercing gaze on him. At least he was always on guard, one day that could be the difference between life and death. “No I meant physically so that’s good. I’d imagine she’s a bit torn up thought… girls and their dogs what have you.” He shrugged and let out a sigh. “What’d you tell her?”

[tlockwoofs]

“I don’t trust you.” Tyler pointed out, “But I’ll pretend I believe you.” He was never going to be able to let his guard down around Jon. Tyler had enough issues dealing with people, and it hadn’t changed with his transformation. His temper was better, sure. But now the consequences of him losing his temper were different. Tyler was a mess and he knew it, but that didn’t mean everyone else had to. There was a part of Tyler that did understand where Jon had been coming from. If he had actually explained what was going on, Tyler would have laughed in his face and walked off. “I didn’t really… tell her anything. She noticed the thing was missing, I agreed to go looking with her so she wouldn’t tell our dad… We found carnage.”

[jonsnowolf]

"Good. You shouldn't trust anyone." Jon shrugged casually, a slight tone to his voice. "Trust in people can get you killed." As bleak as it was, it was good advice... in a backwards sort of way. And though Tyler was practically a stranger to Jon, there was always a certain amount of protectiveness he felt over young werewolves. He was glad that Tyler was the only newborn werewolf he had come across that night, they were unpredictable as it was and having more than one to deal with would've been more than Jon and his father could have handled. As it were, Jon knew that Tyler had no one other than himself and his brother and father to go to about what he was going through, so he knew he had to tread carefully with the boy. Nothing was more unstable than a newborn werewolf without a pack. to guide them. "Um... I'm sorry... for your... loss." He replied slowly, not entirely sure how to respond to that. Jon let out a sigh and tilted his head at the boy, "Do you remember much?"

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Lace. Champagne. The color red | Jonlena

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Her face lit up at the sight of him, she took a step forwards desperate to close to space between them. She rose her hand to his cheek, his skin soft beneath hers. She rubbed the pad of her thumb, she wanted to feel him beneath her skin, the thought of him had been clawing away inside of her for too long, she wanted to feel him. 

“For you,” she whispered, her voice low and seductive but her smile was still bright and innocent.

[jonsnowolf]

It was ridiculous how just the mere sight of her standing there had his blood boiling for her. Granted, the copious amount of alcohol in his system probably helped that feeling right along. At the feeling of her hand against his cheek he almost instinctively moved into it, his own hand reaching up to grasp hers as he tilted his face to kiss the inside of her hand. Had he not already been so warm from the alcohol then maybe he would've noticed that her own hand wasn't as cold as he had grown accustomed to, let alone the fact that there was a distinct heartbeat that he was obviously mistaking as his own.

"I already told you..." He slurred slightly, his head slowly tilting from one side to the other. "... I can't invite you in." Despite the fact that he forced her hand away from his face, he was still noticeably holding onto her hand, his thumb absently stroking the inside of her palm.

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With a smirk as Jon entered the room and made his comment, Katherine sat up with a smirk. “I could make myself more comfortable,” she said as she began to slide the cropped leather jacket she wore off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the side to reveal a form fitting bustier top. “It was getting a bit hot in here anyway,” she remarked before leaning back onto her elbows and tilting her head to the side. “Don’t you think you’d be more comfortable over here on your soft bed? Or on me?” Letting out a coquettish chuckle, she bit down on her lower lip and let her eyes travel to his mouth for a moment.

[jonsnowolf]

Jon watched through narrowed eyes as she let her jacket slide off her shoulders, and felt his breath hitch at the rather revealing top she was wearing. He swallowed back the lump in his throat and placed his hands in his lap, as if an attempt to keep his hands to himself. Jon let his gaze drift over her figure unabashedly, having to bite down on his lower lip to keep back the groan that threatened to spill. “I quite like it up here… you should come join me.” He smirked, patting the space beside him coyly. His gaze turning playful again.

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The wolf really was adorable at times, particularly when Katherine tempted him. His reactions were similar to that of a teenage human schoolboy who had never been with a woman before. Katherine would know; she’d corrupted many of them before taking their lives over her lifetime. “If you insist,” Katherine drawled out lazily, as if it was a burden for her to move from her spot. At inhuman speed, she jumped from the bed to the dresser, landing on his lap. “Oops. I missed,” she said, feigning an innocent, girlish smile before letting it transform into a smug one.

[jonsnowolf]

Jon let out a chuckle at the tone of her voice and was about to hop off the dresser himself before he took that choice out of his hands. He quickly wrapped one arm around her waist as if to steady her and pulled her legs up by his side, almost like he were holding her bridal style. He let out an amused chuckle at their new position and gave her another once-over before meeting her gaze again. "I don't know about that. I'd say you were spot on." He smirked, arms moving around her tighter to encase her in his arms as he dipped his head towards her neck, licking and sucking on the soft skin of her shoulder.

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With a smirk as Jon entered the room and made his comment, Katherine sat up with a smirk. “I could make myself more comfortable,” she said as she began to slide the cropped leather jacket she wore off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the side to reveal a form fitting bustier top. “It was getting a bit hot in here anyway,” she remarked before leaning back onto her elbows and tilting her head to the side. “Don’t you think you’d be more comfortable over here on your soft bed? Or on me?” Letting out a coquettish chuckle, she bit down on her lower lip and let her eyes travel to his mouth for a moment.

[jonsnowolf]

Jon watched through narrowed eyes as she let her jacket slide off her shoulders, and felt his breath hitch at the rather revealing top she was wearing. He swallowed back the lump in his throat and placed his hands in his lap, as if an attempt to keep his hands to himself. Jon let his gaze drift over her figure unabashedly, having to bite down on his lower lip to keep back the groan that threatened to spill. "I quite like it up here... you should come join me." He smirked, patting the space beside him coyly. His gaze turning playful again.

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Her gaze following him when he tidied up the place, the corner of Katherine’s mouth threatened to twitch up into a smile, finding the gesture a little endearing for a second before she caught herself and covered it up with a smirk instead. “Well, are you going to show me to your room like the gentleman I know you are, or will I have to throw you onto your own bed myself?” With a lustful look thrown his way, she headed for the stairs, a flirty bounce in her step as she made her way up to the second level and to his room. She disappeared at the top of the stairs and rushed into his room where she jumped onto his bed on her side and propped herself up by an elbow, waiting for him.

[jonsnowolf]

"I think I'll let you lead the way like I know you will." He smirked, his hand gesturing for her to do so and then grinning wider when she did exactly that. The look in his eyes darkened considerably as he followed her, taking the chance to look her over unabashedly as she bounded up the stairs and then disappeared from sight. Jon chuckled quietly and shook his head, continuing at normal pace as he walked up the stairs to meet her in his room. As he entered he stopped and propped himself up onto his dresser that was opposite the bed and grinned back at her, "You've certainly made yourself comfortable there." He said with a small grin, the look in his eyes becoming less playful at the sight of her lying on his bed.

[tlockwoofs]

Why Can't We Be Friends? | Jon&Tyler

[tlockwoofs]

“It may have been necessary but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to prevent it from ever happening again…” He shrugged, “Hence the helmet.” Tyler definitely didn’t like the fact that Jon Stark was right. He never liked when someone else was right and he was wrong. It was absolutely terrible on all counts. Tyler’s ego couldn’t handle Tyler being wrong. Tyler kept his eyes on the substitute teacher, watching for any sudden moves in case he needed to defend himself. He shrugged again when Jon asked about Lydia, “She wasn’t around… So it’s not like she got attacked or anything.” He paused, “Or wait… Do you mean like feelings and shit?”

[jonsnowolf]

"If it makes you feel any better I promise I won't knock you out ever again, okay?" He grinned, holding his hands up as if it made his promise seem more genuine. "As a human, I mean. If it's necessary when you're wolfed out then head-knocking is fair game alright." He chuckled. Jon kept his movement as minimal as he could anyway, considering he could practically feel Tyler's piercing gaze on him. At least he was always on guard, one day that could be the difference between life and death. "No I meant physically so that's good. I'd imagine she's a bit torn up thought... girls and their dogs what have you." He shrugged and let out a sigh. "What'd you tell her?"

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“Aw, you love your family. Adorable,” Katherine spoke in a teasing tone, smirking. Had her humanity not been stowed very, very far away from her for the most part, she would have felt a pang of sadness, for she, too, had loved her family. And after finding them brutally slaughtered in their own home, well, Katherine might not have minded being stuck with them for a thousand years if it meant they wouldn’t have died because of her.  But when it came to her family, her humanity was nowhere to be found. Most of the time. “I’m not sure they’ll feel the same way if they find out you let a vampire into their house,” she taunted with a snicker before quickly looking around. “So. Where’s your room? Is the bed comfy?” she asked, flourishing her brows suggestively. “Don’t tell me you have football sheets. Or worse, puppy sheets.” She wouldn’t put it past him.

[jonsnowolf]

"Most days." He grinned and rolled his eyes playfully. It was true, he did love his family and he would fight to the death for them, lay down his life for them if his life was something that could be taken... but that didn't mean he didn't need time away from them every now and then. It's why they all tended to be on different continents all the time. Jon pushed himself off of the wall and walked further into the room, straightening a few things here and there before turning back to Katherine with a small smile tugging at his lips. "They'll live." He chuckled and shrugged nonchalantly. "Upstairs, the door on the right at the end of the hallway." He answered easily, half expecting her to run up there as soon as he had said it. "And no fortunately those weren't invented when I was a child." 

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Completely having expected something of the sort, when her back hit the ground and Jon’s body lingered above hers, she pouted at him, fangs retracting and her eyes returning back to normal. “Such a buzz kill,” she sighed dramatically before narrowing her eyes at him, a brow rising. “You didn’t honestly believe I’d tell you so soon, did you? Tsk, tsk, Jonny,” she shook her head at him, a smirk beginning to play on her features. “You’re going to have to work a lot harder if you want to unseal my lips,” Katherine giggled as she yanked her arms from his grasp, pushed him off of her, and stood up in a flash, dusting off her clothes before wandering aimlessly around to examine his house. “Lovely little home you have,” she commented, her eyes landing on a family photo. “Mm, good looks do run in the family. A sexy brother and adorable little pups. Your parents must be so proud,” she said as she turned to face him, resting her hands on her hips. “Where is the rest of your family? Too busy with something more important than an Original vampire?”

[jonsnowolf]

"Nothing kills a werewolf's buzz more than a vampire bite." He replied with a smirk, the statement really only half true. He had been bitten before, and despite the fact that the thought of being bitten had repulsed him, even he had fallen under the complete bliss that their venom induces after the initial shock of actually getting bitten. And he wouldn't have been so against it if he didn't feel so... cheap or... used afterwards. Jon scowls at her nickname for him and quickly regains his balance as she pushes him off her. His eyes narrow as he watches her wander around, fixing his shirt and rolling his eyes playfully at her. Though he couldn't help but feel the strange pull in his gut when she mentioned his 'sexy brother'. He had issues okay, every little brother did. Jon fought the snarl back and shrugged minimally as he followed her closely, only stopping to lean back against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest. "I love my family but seeing them all day every day in a confined space isn't preferable. Especially not after being stuck with them for so long."

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Katherine’s lips spread in a triumphant, smug grin when the words left his mouth, but fangs and red eyes soon replaced the expression as she turned and sped back to the house. In the blink of an eye, she was tackling him to the ground in his house, pinning his arms down by his wrists and straddling his hips as she hissed in his face. The gesture was playful, but slightly bordering on threatening.

“You just made the biggest mistake of your life,” Katherine murmured in his ear teasingly as she ground her hips into his hard, letting her fangs scrape against the skin of his neck. Though she was practiced in controlling bloodlust, the pumping vein beneath the surface was all too tempting as Katherine hadn’t fed in a day or so. She preferred a true human’s blood, but a werewolf in human form sufficed just as well. It had an extra tang to it that made for a nice change. “I wonder how you’d taste…” she said under her breath, her wet lips grazing his lobe as she sunk a fang just into the first layer of his skin to test him, her body still pressed up on his to allow for little room to move.

[jonsnowolf]

Jon was caught off guard and was easily taken off his feet and pinned to the ground. He should have seen it coming to be honest, but eh, worse things have happened when giving into women. His expression remained indifferent as he stared back up at her, eyes narrowed slightly as he attempted to free his arms. He could have easily flipped her off of him, but then again what hot-blooded male would push someone like her off him so willingly? "I can gather as much already." He muttered, attempting to keep his voice straight and the groan that threatened to spill at her actions at the bottom of his throat. Against his better judgement, Jon's eyes drifted shut at the feeling of her mouth against his neck. He had missed it, and he had missed her company more than he was willing to admit. Hands gripping her waist tight, Jon stubbornly fought the sigh on the tip of his lips, but when he felt her fangs begin to pierce his skin his eyes shot open and he had flipped their positions in a flash. "Sorry sweetheart, we don't do that kind of hospitality here." He smirked as he pinned her arms above her head and hovered over her face. "Now about that curse..."

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Invite Me In | Jontherine

[jonsnowolf]

Eyes rolling at his attempt to deny what Katherine knew to be true, she crossed her arms and jutted her hip out as she shifted her weight. “Who are you trying to convince? Me, or yourself?” she retorted patronizingly with a chuckle. “I’m the only person alive, barring Klaus himself, who knows what you need,” she began. Voice lowering, she snuck a glance down his body as she continued, “And I’m the only woman in who knows how long that has gotten your blood to boil there.” The look in her eyes as she stared him down dared him to challenge her on this. Katherine knew the appeal and power she held when it came to hopeless, horny men. “I guess you don’t know,” she shrugged casually. The way he spoke, it was like he believed she was stupid enough to take on a bunch of ancient werewolves who could make her death slow and painful. Though, it couldn’t have been any worse than what Klaus had in store for her if her plan failed. But, regardless, Katherine had no plans to sign her own death certificate again. She’d already done so some five centuries ago.

“But you can either trust in your thousand year old family’s ability to fight a vampire that poses a threat in their home and get what you want, or you can sell them short and remain clueless and terribly frustrated. Because even if you find another woman, Jon Stark, you’ll realize there are none quite like me,” she finished with a suggestive smirk before turning on her heel and beginning to walk alway at an average pace, hips swaying ever so slightly in her signature walk. Waving her hand in the air, she called out without looking back, “Take it or leave it.” If he left it, he would be foolish to think so would she. Katherine wasn’t giving up; she had never done so before, and she would not start now.

His eyes narrowed as she quickly shot him down, as hopeful as he might have been she was right. He couldn't be sure that Rebekah knew what the curse was about let alone if she would actually care to tell him about it, and no other woman had caught his eye like she had. Katherine was right. The thought alone made his teeth grind in annoyance. He hated being proved wrong. Jon didn't know what to say though. To let her in would be stupid and potentially dangerous, but it would mean getting what they needed to know and she was right, it's not like they couldn't handle themselves against her. Even Bran would be able to hold himself against her. Then again letting her in meant giving in, something Jon was too stubborn to do. But as she turned around and began walking dat ass away, he could practically see the chance at beating Klaus slipping away along with her. "Fuck.." He muttered and frustratedly ran his hand through his hair before calling out to her.

"Come in!" He shouted then added later in a whisper. "Goddammit."

[factionlessrebekah]

Lace. Champagne. The color red | Jonlena

She had Rebekah’s words still running through her mind: lace. Champagne. The color red. you won’t stop wooing him. Not until I say so.  And remember, I have nothing to do with this. The words in her mind and Jon’s face was all that she could think about. It hadn’t taken her too long to get ready, to get what she needed: a bottle of vintage champagne, a little red dress that barely covered what clothes were designed to cover, a lace garter and a large black overcoat that was lined with silk and felt smooth against her skin. 

Rebekah had instructed her towards the Stark home and that was where Elena was designated, she decided to drive her car as it was starting to get cold outside and she didn’t want to get tired from walking or worse yet, lost. She had borrowed a pair of shoes from Aunt Jenna and their heels clacked against the floor with her every step. It wasn’t long before she was at the door, a few taps and then she waited. She hadn’t thought about what would happen if he wasn’t alone, or if he wasn’t even there. She just had to get there, that was all she knew. Just Rebekah’s words and Jon. 

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[jonsnowolf]

Being back in Mystic Falls was, to put it quite nicely, absolutely boring. Other than the new wolves that were running around that they would have to keep an eye on, certain students that also needed to be kept close, a semi-hostile childhood friend turned mortal enemy/occasional drinking partner, and a vampire temptress he couldn't seem to get enough of. Those handful of people aside, it wasn't anything Jon hadn't seen before, and since he wasn't allowed to leave, he did the next best thing. He drank... and he drank and drank and drank. He was lucky they had a cellar that was stored with copious amounts of alcohol that they had stored down there over the centuries that their house had been there, or else he would have been pissed in the other sense as well. Robb and his father were out somewhere or rather, they hadn't crossed paths a lot lately, but it was mostly because he was working and neither of them could be bothered visiting the school grounds. Which he didn't blame them for.

By the time he had heard the rap on the door, Jon was well beyond seeing clearly. There was even a split second debate as to whether or not he should actually answer the door, but of course the curiosity peaked at him as to who would be visiting at this time of night, and eventually he found himself waddling towards the door, arms stretching as he yawned before reaching to pull open the door. "Wh-what are you doing here?" He muttered, as he squinted through his haze to see someone he wasn't expecting to be standing on his porch.

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Invite Me In | Jontherine

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“I’d hardly call you harmless.” He snorted, shaking his head softly. It was almost adorable the way she seemed so adamant at being invited in, though he’d hardly think that Katherine would appreciate the fact that he thought of her as being adorable. She’d probably have a fit or something. Then again it was because she was so intent on being invited in that Jon continued to do the opposite. Letting her in could be dangerous, entertaining, useful, or just plain stupid. Mostly probably all of the above. ”Life… is usually the ultimate price. Whether that life is yours or not doesn’t matter. Anyone can die.” Except us, he thought morbidly. That he had tried hundreds of times over and over, but his theory proved to be correct. The Starks couldn’t die.

The smirk on his face faltered slightly at her words, the look in his eyes darkening as the night of the carnival came back to him. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about that night since, that he hadn’t enjoyed it. But he didn’t want Katherine to know that either. Despite the fact that she probably did. “I’d be a fool not to want you, Katherine.” He began, his smirk slowly drifting back into place, “… but I’d be an even bigger fool to let you in.”

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Katherine couldn’t decide whether to be pleased at his admission of what she already knew to be true, or irritated at his adamance at not letting her inside his house. The vampire always got what she wanted, and Jon Stark was no exception. Sooner or later, she would cross over that threshold into the Stark residence. Sooner or later, the werewolf in front of her would be screaming her name in ecstasy and pleasure. Sooner or later, she’d have his heart gripped tight in her hand, one way or another. All of this denial, this playing hard to get, it was simply a prolonged game. One that she would win.

“He finally admits it,” Katherine purred victoriously. “Baby steps. Or should I say puppy steps?” Snickering, she mirrored his smirk as she placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. “You know it’s inevitable, Jon. You and me,” she spoke in a low, tempting voice, gaze drifting up and down his frame hungrily. At this point, she wasn’t sure what she wanted more; his bare body on hers or her feet stepping over that goddamn threshold. “So is letting me in. You can stand there and act like it’s never going to happen all you want, but we both know you can’t resist me. Not when I have what you want. Not when I am what you want.”

[jonsnowolf]

Jon simply snorted at the way she reacted to his admission, and further rolled his eyes at the play on words he definitely hadn't heard before. "I know nothing." He grinned, unable to hide the smirk at the words he knew all too well, and so did his brother and his family and even Rebekah and her family. He remained stoic as she clearly gave him a once-over, fighting the growl that threatened to leave his lips at the simple gesture. "You may know what I need to know, and I may want to throw you up against the door and have my way with you," He began, stepping forward again so that he was just an inch from actually being outside, then let his smug smirk ease its way back onto his face, "but there are other means to finding what I need... and there are other women." He grinned, hoping the last part was convincing enough to show that his need for her was just a need for a woman's comfort in general, rather than the fact that it was actually just her he wanted. But in the end he had trusted a vampire before too, let her in because he knew she could do him now harm. The same however couldn't be said for Samwell. So because of that, letting her in was something he couldn't afford. "This is my family's home, Katherine. How am I to know you don't have some ulterior motive?"

[tlockwoofs]

Why Can't We Be Friends? | Jon&Tyler

[jonsnowolf]

“What’s with the helmet?” Jon asked after a moment, noticing the way Tyler’s grip had tightened on it when he spoke. Jon did feel guilty about leaving the kid there alone just like he did. Maybe if Robb was still in town that night he could have stayed with him. Despite how many years and full moons he had been through, Jon remembered his first transition as if it had only happened yesterday. You never forget that kind of agony. As it was he still had a town of stupid people to protect from any wild werewolves, making sure Tyler was locked up was only one of his concerns that night. Jon’s head shot up at Tyler’s last words, a look of concern on his face. There wasn’t any report of an attack in the newspaper, Jon had made a point to check the paper every day for a week after that in case he had missed someone. “What!? Who? Why aren’t people talking about it?”

[tlockwoofs]

“Protection.” Tyler said as if it were extremely obvious, “You never know when some psycho is going to come out of nowhere and try to knock you out.” He shrugged his shoulders and kept his grip on the helmet, just to be safe. He didn’t think Jon Stark had any reason to knock him out right now, but he didn’t think there was any reason at the carnival either. But it had happened despite that fact. Tyler looked at Jon and was slightly amused at his reaction. Maybe he had gone about wording it the wrong way, but there was still the fact that Tyler had killed something his sister cared about. Prada was dead because of Tyler being a wolf. “I mean… It wasn’t a human…” He said, running the hand that wasn’t clutching his helmet, “It was my sister’s dog. But it was still an attack.”

[jonsnowolf]

Jon simply smirked and rolled his eyes, shrugging indifferently. "Don't try to argue that knocking you out was unnecessary. You don't strike me as the kind of kid that would willingly lock yourself up in a dungeon for something that may or may not happen to you." And he would have done it either way anyway, Tyler would have moved too slow for Jon's liking and Jon had better shit to do than babysit a teenager with anger problems. He already had two of them at home. The expression on Jon's face visibly relaxed once Tyler explained himself. Though the fact that it was just a dog comforted him, Jon knew a life was still a life, and considering it was Tyler's first full moon, it wasn't something he could still just brush off. "Was your sister hurt?" Jon asked carefully, he didn't kill a human so at least that could be kept out of the paper. The last thing they needed was more people snooping around.

[thegreatfitzby-blog]

Xoxo, Gossip Teacher || Jon and Ezra

[jonsnowolf]

Jon practically dragged his way over to the teachers lounge after class, ignoring the majority of students that would give him a cheery ‘Good morning Mr. Stark!’. Good fucking morning my ass get out of my way before I bite your head off, literally. “Morning…” He deadpanned in reply, barely acknowledging the student with a glance before he quickly disappeared behind the only room that guaranteed a student-less environment. Jon let out a sigh of relief as he made his way over to the coffee machine. It was shit but it was coffee. He waited with his forehead pressed against the cabinet above the coffee machine and jerked back in alarm when the sound of paper hitting the table alerted him. Quickly filling his mug he turned to face the figure sitting at the table, grinning and letting out a snort when his gaze fell on the pile of papers. “I’m pretty sure that ‘4EVA’ means 4 the next day or two until he gets sick of my voice and leaves.” He chuckled, letting the words slip before he could catch himself.

[thegreatfitzby-blog]

“And what a voice it is,” Ezra responded, his voice laced in sarcasm. He looked up at the substitute  a smile on his face. Talking badly about his students could easily go sour- half the teachers at the school had children as students. Even Principle Chamberlain had a daughter floating around there somewhere. Lucky for him she wasn’t his student. “Ezra Fitz,” he said, extending a hand. “Stark, right? The way the students talk about you, I’d expected your hair to be made of gold,” he added. Mystic Falls High wasn’t the smallest high school he’d been around, but it was small enough for him to remember the names of most of the staff. Well, the English Department, some of the history, and the occasional substitute teacher. He didn’t much care for the science or math department members he’d met, and electives didn’t exactly matter. 

[jonsnowolf]

"Ugh, that voice is enough to drive anyone to the drink. I'm not sure how the kid puts up with it. I'm teetering here.." He grinned and shrugged, leaning back in his chair while he drank long from his coffee and let out a long sigh of relief once he placed it back on the table. Whether it was because he didn't care whether or not the teachers would think badly of him, or because he genuinely didn't care whether he was sacked or not, Jon didn't mind taking digs at the kids who were... lacking... in the brain development area. "That's me." He laughed and rolled his eyes playfully, reaching over to shake the man's hand before dropping his own and began drumming them on the table. "It's legitimately frightening just how many of the girls around here have actually had the balls to come up to me and ask if they could touch my hair." He shakes his head softly and sighs. "I've heard about you too though." He grinned, faking a teenage girls voice and hugging his hands to his chest, "Mr. Fitz. The English teacher with the dreamy eyes."