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"You have to be Stefan Salvatore, I've heard so much about you."

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Pillows Made Of Love || Stefan + Elena

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Elena gave a bright smile, practically jumping into his arms in her excitement. She couldn't really explain the childish behavior, all she knew was that every five seconds the world was falling apart. And in this moment, it was just them, and she wanted to have silly, pointless fun. "Thank you." She whispers softly before kissing his nose.

Following him with an arm full of randomly collected pillows, she watches as he beings to build. It's ridiculous that it's this moment here that leaves her breathless. Because how could it not? She knows what he is, how old he is. That, had she asked anyone else, they probably would have looked at her like she was crazy. Not him though, he loved her enough to forget just how ridiculous of a request it was. And she loved him all the more for that. She doesn't say anything as they build side by side, though she does reach out every so often just to feel him, to remind herself that's he's real, and he's hers, for an eternity if she wanted.  Looking around at their work, she gives him an approving nod. "We did good, Mr. Salvatore." Elena says with a laugh, giving him a small, playful bow.

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  "Hey Stefan." She said drinking her tea.

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Hm?

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Pulling away, the brunette breathed slowly, panting. "Stefan, we shouldn't." Her eyes found his as sher chest heaved at the pace of breathing. "Katherine would find out. We're supposed to be..." But the way he was looking at her made her weak. "We're supposed to... Screw it." Gripping a handful of his shirt, she pulled him to her and pressed his lips once more to hers. She wouldn't let him go.

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Save me, brother

Damon noticed the dent in his alcohol cabinet and heard the faint sound of Queen in the next room. He settled down on the couch, texting some girl he planned to bed when suddenly, a strong scent of flesh burned his nose. He got up abruptly, upon sensing it and hurried over to him. "Stefan.." He murmured, quickening his pace. When he stood in the doorway, he noticed a familiar ring upon the desk. His next instinct was to pull him from the window in which Stefan hissed. A look of defeat crossed his face before it was replaced with a passive nod. "Leave me." "The hell I will." He shut the curtains and pushed the daylight ring back on his fingers. aselfloathingvampirehermit