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[knives-and-lint]

Steroline prompt: Stefan stands up for Caroline to Elena.

"So this is how it is now?" Elena asks. "The two of you? Mr. and Mrs. dynamic duo? I’m just supposed to accept it?"

"Look," he says. "It has nothing to do with you. This isn’t retaliation. It isn’t revenge. It happened. It’s going to keep happening."

Elena chews the inside of her cheek.

"And yes, please accept it. Because we’re happy, and you should be happy for us."

“I-”

“This isn’t fair,” Stefan says, fighting to keep his voice even. “To even have a reaction, is beyond hypocritical. I’m not going to point fingers, and I’m not going to name names, but I can’t understand. She’s your friend, and I love her. I thought I was your friend too, and assumed you would want me to be happy.”

“Of course I do,” she insists.

“Then what is this? Where is it coming from?”

Her chin dips.

“I don’t know.”

“For the first time, in a long time, I feel good. Whole. Caroline has a way of doing that. So stop being mean to her. To us.”  

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Steroline prompt: You don't know this now but / There's some things that need to be said / It's all that I can hear / It's more than I can bear.

Funny, he thinks. For a vampire he can’t remember the last time he’s seen so much blood. Staining his shirt, spilling into his hands, bottom lip caught between his teeth as the pain spreads throughout. Low shallow breaths, he has to get out of here, he has too…

Little black spiders crawl into his vision, eyes pinching closed, Caroline… What happened to Caroline? Shifting to his side, a guttural moan escaping through his lips, somehow he pushes up to his knees and nearly collapses again from the effort.

He can’t remember what did this. Something mean. Something strong. A new big bad wanting to end them as always. Hands clench into fists, he has to get up, he has to find-

“Stefan!”

Caroline. Shouting his name. He can’t tell from where, but her boots clomp along the cold concrete, and suddenly her hands are on his back.

“Oh my god,” she says soft and scarily quiet.

Guess he doesn’t need to ask how bad it is, does he?

“I’m okay,” he says and doesn’t know why. That’s what people say in situations like this, right?

“Don’t move,” she says. “Don’t, oh my god…”

Deep breath. One, two, three.

“You said that already,” he tries to joke.

“Shut up,” she says weakly. “No talking.”

Eyes close against the pain, sheer will alone keeping him upright, but who knows how long it can last?

Something presses against lips, soft and smooth, slick but warm. Vision focusing to see Caroline’s hand clenched into a fist, her wrist offered to him, instinct clutching to it madly. The blood spreads fire in his veins, pain and hunger on the edge of madness, she gasps but doesn’t pull away.

Seconds succumb to eons, each taste bringing new life, and somehow he manages to tear himself away before taking too much. Her weight falls against him, weakened but not down, and for a moment they stay in that odd tangle listening to each other breathe.

“Caroline…”

“Don’t,” she whispers.

“I need-I need to say, you need to kn-”

“You don’t have to say it,” she offers.

“But I want-”

“I already know,” she says. “You’re the one who needs to say it because you’re the one who never realized. But I’m here, with you, and you’re always there with me. So you don’t have to say it.”

He can feel himself healing, each broken piece slowly mending back into place, and almost smiles.  

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"There's something I've been meaning to say..." for Steroline.

That’s an awful lot of sugar, he thinks.

One, two, three, four second pour. Straight into the cup.

Caroline puts the dispenser back into the caddy with a clink, moves onto the cream, and Stefan can’t help but count the seconds for that either. Decidedly less than before, but the color and composition of the substance can’t be anything close to coffee, and looks at her with a curious lift of his brow.

“What?” she asks nonplussed.

“Nothing,” he replies, twisting his own mug around.

“Seriously, what?” She asks again when his eyes don’t budge from her cup.

“Okay,” he says, pausing dramatically with a sip of coffee. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to say…”

“…which is?”

“Coffee is meant to be tasted,” he goes on on, setting the mug down with emphasis. “Not drowned in sugary sweetness.”

Caroline scoffs, lifts the cup to her lips and takes a healthy gulp.

“Well, the next time I keep you up with an all night sex marathon, feel free to tell me how to prepare my coffee.” 

[samswarek]

searchingforanything replied to your post:Hi alright this might seem weird but I was looking at your tagged/about and saw that you have your conch pierced. I was just wondering if it hurt? Because I've wanted mine for a while but I'm scared it will be too painful.

I read cooch at first instead of conch and thought “that’s a very private thing to put on the internet”

omg

[knives-and-lint]

I will take you up on that offer of submitting a prompt :D Here it is: Stefan realises Caroline has feelings for him. He's trying to make sense of it, sitting by the fire place with a tumbler of whiskey. Caroline walks in casually through the front door like she always does because at the end of a long day, Stefan and Caroline hanging out by the fire place is just what happens.

The wood crackles and pops, background noise for an otherwise quiet house, his eyes watching the flame flicker away. Pine burning has a distinct scent, one that takes him back, 1864 and father showing him how to properly split wood. Tumbler in hand, he sips idly on the slowly depleting levels of Damon’s stash, so long brother and thanks for all the booze.

Self reflection is nothing new, whether it’s alcohol or a pen guiding him along, thinking of one blonde’s words about another blonde’s feelings and the sudden light bulb that felt long over due. Lexi hadn’t been subtle, but he’d been blind, and now every time Caroline looks his way he sees it.

Wondering how long it’s been there, if that even matters, to act or ask, or let things go on just as they have. Best friends who do anything for each other. Maybe that’s an answer on its own. Friends he can do, but love is a failure, the list of names reflected in his mind. Too much or not enough. Doppelganger destiny or simple ignorance keeping him away from that next step.

“Well this looks depressing,” Caroline’s voice calls from behind.

His head twists around the oversized chair to see her standing there, arms folded, but a brilliant smile on her face.

“It’s summer time, Salvatore,” she says stepping into the room, and moving to take the chair opposite. “No brooding fires and swallowing your sorrows when the weather’s good.”

He doesn’t have a comeback, just smiles complacent, and she rolls her eyes in response.

Sometimes he feels ridiculous. How he couldn’t see it. She’s here, with him always, without his ever having to ask. He moves to the wet bar, grabs a fresh glass and pours, and offers it to her with an encouraging tilt of his head.

She accepts, sips with ease, and looks at him expectantly.

He leans down impulsive, clinks their glasses together, and kisses the crown of her head.

Caroline’s eyes widen, a faint blush spreading into her cheeks.

“What was that for?” She asks.

“I don’t know,” he replies honestly. “Just felt like something I should do.”   

[damonstanclub]

searchingforanything said: I’m sorry, babe :( You’ve kept your cool longer than most of us would have with Damon stans. Why the fuck do they even pay attention to blogs and shit that are anti-Damon? Their logic is questionable in all aspects, I guess. We’re here for you x

Clearly they need professional help and we can't really blame the rest of the Damon stans for some people's mental issues. But you're a qt and I love all of you, 'kay? 

[damonstanclub]

All these Damon stans hating on Anti-Damon week because apparently it's being held during their Damon Appreciation week. Bitch, please. I didn't even know there was a Damon Appreciation Week going on until you guys reblogged some stuff of them complaining about the Anti-Damon week since I DON'T FOLLOW PEOPLE WHO LIKE DAMON AND I DON'T GO ON THE DAMON TAG. Like how difficult is that to grasp? Just don't looky at the things you no likey...

yeah like how are we supposed to fucking know what goes on on the pro damon blogs lmao ??

[waltzingwithfire]

Happy birthday!! Hope you have an amazing day :)

Aww thank you so much! :)