Hi!! Read ALL of your Jeremy stories, the JJ ones too and some of the ones with Damon. ABSOLUTELY LOVE THEM!!
Can I please request another Jeremy x reader? Something maybe about reader being gone for a couple of days, on a little camping trip with the girls or something along those lines. And then when they come back there is a bone fire party, and they separate and she goes off to find Jeremy. He's sat there, waiting for her because he obviously knew when they'll be back, and she surprises him from behind by covering his eyes. Mostly fluff, but it could be slightly suggestive because the whole time after he would be around her, having to keep at least some form of physical contact, and then it end in them going back to the Gilbert house and NEARLY getting down to business but then the girls come along and call out for her to come and help them prepare a movie and some snacks. And she kinda teases him because he doesn't want to let go but does regardless. Ending with him all in her space and basically cuddling to her, already asleep while the girls continue watching the movie.
Sorry for the long details, I'm really just always adding to it so that the writers don't have to stress as much with building the story from head to toe. :))
OMG this is literally so cute! I already started to draft it! Thank you for the request! I'll tag you in the post and all future TVD posts if you'd like.
Please send me any other ideas you may have! I absolutley adore when people are confident enought in my writing to ask me to bring them to life <3
Can you do a reader x Damon salvatore where everyone thinks the only reason they are together is because damon sired her, but she gets angry and tells them the truth that she always had feelings and didn't say anything because she knew he liked Elena...
Sire Or No Sire
damon Salvatore x reader / masterlist
summary; it is easily perceived why you look at Damon the way that you do, though most people think that is an affect of him having turned you to save your life. And that is the last straw of you realising that they know nothing / warnings; mentions of Damon x Elena, mentions of Damon x Caroline, jealousy, angst, mentions of the sire bond, mentions of sex, swearing, angst, breakup, toxic friendships
Their voices, their aloud opinions, brought you nothing but pain, the tragedy seeping into your vervain allergic veins, as you shook your head. It was as though they thought that you were unable to hear their chatter, but you knew that they would be wrong with assuming so. You were no longer weak, with human senses flooding your every whim, you were a vampire.
An immortal. It felt strange to think that you would no longer age in physical layers, instead, your mind would be the only participant within your body to forever grow with the various memories that you would be collecting through the next decades. Though, you weren’t the only one, Caroline was in that room, reprimanding Damon for saving your life.
You could hear her words loud and clear, as the Salvatores and the rest of your friends stood by, some agreeing with her, such as Elena, whereas others remained silence, such as the vampire that had turned you in the first place. The viscous tone hissing out of the blonde’s mouth scathed you emotionally, and ended with you thudding back against Damon’s bedroom door, before entering the room, and ensuring that it was locked behind you.
“The two of you are only together because of the sire bond. You turning her, had become nothing more an excuse to fuck and put a label on it!”
Did she think that she was defending you? Because to you, it didn’t sound like it, but that was Caroline for you, always insistent of her opinion, though, you two did get along. The pair of you understood what it was like to be on the sidelines, whilst perfect Elena played the victim every time, and got any guy she wanted, even her friends were swayed with the young gentlemen first.
Elena Gilbert was the epiphany of perfect; she was the damsel in distress, giving the opportunity to whomever she sought after to come and save her. You weren’t her, dissimilar to the whiny brunette, you were prepared to fight the monsters that threatened your life, human or not. And that included Damon long ago, before you saw how sweet the over century old man was.
One thing that you had never done though, was date someone and bluntly flirt with their brother. That was crossing a line, you appreciated honesty, especially in this lifestyle, and Caroline had declared her thoughts. She spoke truthfully, believing her own words, though they were far from facts.
They needed to know that you weren’t invested in a relationship with Damon because of him turning you, it was something you had never asked for, nor dreamed about. But it had happened, and whilst it brought the pair of you closer, there was no maker bond, instead, there had already been a flirtatious brewing between the pair of you whilst you were still human.
You becoming like him gave the two of you more time together as he trained you to breathe idly in and calm your bloodlust. Or how in the middle of the night, he would come by your house, and awake you from a terror, afterwards taking you for an innocent stroll through the woods.
Without him, you’d have been on a path to nowhere, lost and unable to find a route to continue on, wading through the life after death with no direction, nor set course to keep you in line. Surely, you’d have murdered many a man or woman, if you were dependant with surviving with her bewitched curse of immortality, digging into their inviting throats with your dagger canine teeth, that pulsed to be fed.
“That’s a load of- you know what, think what you want to think, you have a history of jealousy filled, toxic and werewolf involved relationships, you are not exactly the best person here to judge me on my healthy and loving romantic partnership with y/n!”
Damon half yelled at the vampiric blonde, however, another tone was fast to respond to his defensive outburst and cause the both of you a disgruntled pair of expressions. “She was turned by you brother, that runs the risk of a sore bond appropriating her feelings.”
Oh, noble Stefan. He had caused you to snap, thrusting the door open to his brother’s bedroom open, making its hinges weaken, as you whisked through the halls in seconds, joining the compendium of mystic falls in the living space, all eyes turned to you, well aware that you had heard all their smart mouthed and toxic opinions.
The sire bond wasn’t something that was too uncommon, however it affected nothing in your life. It was just for them to pick at something that was good, they could never allow something that was actually decent to revel in existence. They had to be the ones with the perfect prissy lives, not others.
“Shut your mouth, ripper!” Yes, you pulled at that string of his life, dangling it degradingly before his eyes, watching as his eyes that were focalised into you turned sour. “I love your brother, and just because you loved the love triangles the pair of you would be involved in with bitchy Gilbert over there, or bloody Katherine, does not make any other people that he or you are with invalid!”
Elena stepped forwards, her doe eyes boring with contained anger towards you. Though instead of speaking to you, her words were directed at her ex, and she wanted to gouge your reaction. “You promised me that we were going to last forever, are you going to do the same to her?”
“No, because I don’t need a time span to appreciate her presence in. I don’t need to tell her lies nor make selfish promises, because with her I am a better man.” Damon sneered at her, coming to stand beside you, protectively wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
“It’s the sire bond.” Elena stated furiously, hating the fact that she was not getting her way. In turn, you laughed, shaking your head at her incessant denial of allowing Damon to move on.
“Shut the fuck up, if you had maybe given a shit about me in the past, you’d have realised that I would stare at you enviously when you were at his side. But maybe you knew, and you just wanted to brag, but I can prove that there is no bond other than the one we already built together.”
“Yeah, and how are you going to do that?” She pestered, and with a sorrowful glance directed at Damon, you dropped your head, anything but proud with what you were about to do. Swiftly you turned, watching as Damon’s eyes widened.
“I’m going to leave.” Whence you began to walk, a hand grasped your wrist, keeping your feet locked where they were. Caroline’s voice broke through the air, her eyes were filled with regret, from all the things that she had said, and all the opinions that she had formed.
“You’re not serious! You’re gonna break up with him because of us?” Stiffly you nodded, watching as Damon felt a taken back. He gaped his mouth open, in shock.
“I’d do anything for my friends, despite the circumstances not being reciprocated. I’m not even allowed to be in a relationship with the man that I love because you are all endorsed with the idea that it’s some stupid bond. Yes, we have a bond, but it’s not a sire one.”
“Baby, don’t.” Damon practically begged, watching as you yourself were torn and conflicted in regards to the situation. A sad smile monitored your face, as you slipped out of his grasp.
“We might have to wait another lifetime until we’re allowed to be together without resorts of undermining and people that don’t really care about us. Some people want there to be a whole ass agility course to separate us, but maybe if we wait, we can prove how wrong they are, if they’re not dead by then.”
Caroline felt terrible, once again Stefan had taken his brother’s life from him, and Elena, well she felt accomplished. She went to reach for Damon’s arm, but he threw her consoling manner and herself across the room, heading straight after you, with a bottle of bourbon.
If you could leave them to prove a point, so could be; he loved you. That was enough, especially for him, he could leave those doses of poison behind, if he would grant himself permission without asking, a peaceful life with you.
Ok I know I just ask for a request but I love your writing and had another idea it’s Niklaus x reader who is sisters with Caroline and friends with the Scooby gang (not really Elena and Damon though) and she is the only one of them Niklaus is nice too and soon she realizes has feelings for him and the Scooby gang freaks out(mainly Damon and Elena) and kinda turns their back on her well beside Bonnie and Caroline and then her and Niklaus get together and he comforts her if you have time and don’t mind
Hi there I am absolutely doing this request ❤️ But what about as a full on fic written on my side blog too @countrymusiclover
If ya'll would be interested in that let me know below in the comments
Request Summary: The reader has anger issues and is on verge of becoming an alcoholic as she feels helpless. Stefan helps her through to quit alcoholism and fight her fears and control her anger.
Warnings: alcoholism, self deprecation, Stefan being hungry, ooc Stefan and matt? idk I know I've missed some, as always read at your own risk
A/N: Yoooooo, welcome me back to the land of the matrix folks because I have crawled out of my pit of despair to bring you 1000 or so words that will hopefully give you a small rush of serotonin!
My friend, @yipee101, has been so patient and kind, they may have forgotten about this but I did not!! I hope you enjoy love.
Thank you pals for being patient with me.
Blessed be to all of you and sweet love to come your way <3
You slipped your sixth shot of whiskey down your throat, pouring another as you listened to Elena and Damon put their vamp skills to good use again. It just reminded you of what you couldn't be, and you had to admit it made you a little sick to be the only one who couldn’t defend herself. The only one so vulnerable, so mortal. Nobody would let you turn, everyone just wanted to keep you 'pure.' Your blood boiled just thinking about it. You decided you weren’t gonna just stand there and listen to them fuck, so you took your shot and slammed the glass down so hard it shattered. You headed for the door, not waiting around in the Salvatore house for Stefan when all you could hear was thudding and graphic moans.
As you stumbled to the door you went through your purse to find your car keys. Grabbing the handle and pulling the door open you were met with Stefans confused face. You walked right by him, “You know, if you were gonna be late we could’ve met at the Grill.” Stefan beat you to the car, taking the keys from you and putting you in the passenger seat. You pulled out your flask and began drinking, “Sorry I was late love, don’t you think you could slow down?” your blood boiled.
“Listen sweetheart, I know that you think you know what’s best, but the drinking isn’t a problem.” Stefan shakes his head as you take yet another swig, “Why do you keep drinking so much anyway?” You smiled big, clearly not wanting to talk about it, "After listening to Elena and Damon fuck for an hour, I think it's okay," raising the flask as if you’d raise your glass, spinning around to lay your head on his leg, you down a good mouthful of liquor, “So babe, how come you were late anyway?” Stefan sighed, “I got caught up hunting was a little hungrier than normal.” You gently reached your hand up and rubbed Stefan’s arm reassuringly, “It's okay to be hungry, I know it’s hard.”
You arrived at the grill, quickly pulling the bottle from your backseat and refilling your now empty flask. Stefan met you at your side of the car, allowing you to slide your arm perfectly with his for support. "It's lovely, ya know?" You mumbled as Stefan opened the door for you, "What is Y/N/N?" Sliding into the booth, "To be so drunk all the time that I don't have all the flies buzzing 'round me. All the little worries just whoosh, and everything is just so fun." Matty comes up to you and Stefan, taking your order and allowing you to order a rum and coke and a random meal.
After about ten minutes, Matty brings you another drink, you slammed it back, chugging and pounding the glass on the table a little too hard. Matty saluted you, bringing you another. You went back to back for a good half hour. Matty started to sit down another for you, but Stefan interjected, “I think she’s had enough tonight Matt.” Matt nodded, looking at your disheveled figure, head lying on the tables arms crossed under your head, ready to pass out. “‘M ready to go home,” you mumbled as you laid back in your booth, happily relaxing into the overly inviting cushions. Stefan lightly laughed, trying to cover the true concern he had for you.
Even though you guys had been dating nearly a year, this is how it always was. At first, he didn’t notice it, but the closer you two got the more you allowed him to see. You had finally explained to him that it was ‘your normal,’ that it had been since the night at the haunted house and Stefan almost died trying to save you from a vampire. Stefan looks at you for a minute, recalling the words he would never forget you said, “Nobody gave a shit back then so don’t start caring now.” Stefan picked you up out of the booth, carrying you to your car and softly closing the door. As he got back into the car, he noticed you trying to finish off your flask. He had decided in that moment, enough was enough. He took your flask from you, eliciting a heavy groan from you that didn’t last long because of your truly fucked state. The last thing you remember is laying your head on his leg as your normal position, his fingers running softly through your hair.
When you woke up the next morning you instantly ran to the bathroom, unlucky to be one of the times you had a hangover. You pounded on the floor next to your toilet, trying to alert Stefan. He was instantly next to you, handing you a cup, no doubt his special morning blend with enough of his blood to make all of this go away. He gently pulled your hair up and wrapped it in a bun, watching as you drank the contents of the cup, knowing it would be over soon. In truth, it was. After you finished chugging the cup you leaned back onto Stefan. “Good morning,” you laughed, “I hate for us to start it this way,” Stefan mumbled as he kissed your forehead, sliding his arms under yours and pulling you to your feet. You spun around to face him, “What the fuck?” you near shouted. “Why do you have to nit pick so fucking early?”
"It's not nit picking, Y/N" He tried to speak non-confrontational, "I am genuinely worried about you. This isn't healthy-you're not invincible to this." You scoffed, pushing past him and downstairs to your kitchen, Stefan following suit as you spoke, "You mean I'm human, right? Defenseless and vulnerable?" You shook your head, interrupting him as he tried to speak, "No-don't even, this wouldn't be a problem if I was a vampire. If I wasn't so fucking needy, always pitifully needing protecting, can't even decide how much liquor to drink." You slammed the coffee pot back in it's place, impatiently waiting for it to finish. "I don't think you're pitiful or needy. I think that you're drinking too much and putting your life in needless danger and you won't tell me why."
You flailed your arms, spinning around to pour yourself a cup of coffee, grabbing a bottle of liquor and starting to pour some in, but Stefan's hand is on the bottle. You slammed the bottle down turning to Stefan, shoving him back with every scream, "You stupid fucking," shove, "I told you," shove, "it makes me feel better!" shove. You sighed, "I'm sorry," running your hands on your face, sighing again, "Just, get the fuck out Stefan." You turned back to your cup, pouring the liquor, only to be stopped by Stefan, "No." Your blood boiled, "Get the fuck out!!" Stefan took the bottle from you, setting it back on the counter, "Not if when I leave you're just going to drink that."
You instantly threw your coffee cup, watching it shatter into pieces before grabbing the bottle and turning it up. You chugged and chugged until Stefan pulled it away from you, "You gonna fucking leave now?" Stefan stepped closer to you, hating the way the alcohol burned his nose, like a poison coming off of you, "Baby, I'm not going anywhere." You screamed, out of frustration or shame you weren't sure which, it was a blood curdling scream, slamming your hand down, hitting the liquor bottle cross the floor enjoying the way it shattered. "What the fuck is your problem?"
"You! This!" Stefan sighed, "You won't talk to me, you brush me off and act like this isn't something I should care about but it's been like this as long as I can remember, I'm worried, I can't protect-" You slammed your hands down on the counter over and over, kicking the cabinets and laughing, "Jesus Christ Stefan, I don't need your protection!" Stefan grabbed your hands, turning you to him as gently as he could, your strength diminished from the bottle of alcohol you chugged, "I want to protect you, I want to, I know you don't need it, I want to," his voice to a whisper at the end of his plea, "I want to," his hand moved from your wrist to your face, "I love you, I want you to be around as long as possible, I need to protect you, you don't need me to, I do."
You sighed, your forehead resting on his, "I love you too," you pulled your wrists back, "I'm sorry." Starting to pull away from him to clean the mess up, he was gone and back before you noticed the mess was gone. "Talk to me," Stefan said as you walked past him, sitting on the couch. "I hate myself," you sighed, "I'm so weak and puny, I feel like I'm always in the way," you shrugged, "I get so angry all the time, maybe not even at other people, really at myself," leaning against Stefan as he put his arm around you, "Drinking helps, really?" he asked hoping to hear an honest response. "If I'm honest? No, I just feel like it's better than feeling like this all the time."
Stefan slid his arm under your legs, his free arm moving your arm around his neck before moving around your waist and standing up. "What?" You looked up at him, he smiled, "I have something that might help." In the next moment, you guys were out of your house and watching everything rush by until you hit forest. Suddenly Stefan stopped running, setting you down gently, smiling, "I was gonna show you to this on our anniversary, it's not finished yet, but I don't see why we can't go ahead and visit."
You started to ask what he meant until you saw it-near dead ahead was a large clearing, but it had been worked on, there was a stack of rocks with one slab of rock covered in the softest moss you'd ever touched, "So you can read and do homework comfortably," Stefan said, pointing up to the makeshift roof of vines that you now notice wrap around the trees, making a circle around the clearing, you loudly gasp, taken by the beauty and effort he's already put into this for you, for your relationship.
You continue to look around as he points to an obvious training area, he smiles, "I know that you've been struggling, but I didn't realize how much," he moved closer to you, his front now pressed against your back, arms encircling your waist, chin resting on your shoulder, whispering in your ear, "I'm gonna have Bonnie protect it, it's gonna be just us here, me n you gonna relax, you're gonna read over there, train over there, we can put a table for picnicking over there-" he points to an area that is close to the moss bed, "and lots of flowers and colors, to always brighten our day, gonna put a vine door-" you turned around and kissed him.
Your hands were on the side of his face, hair intertwining with his hair, he lifted you up, your legs circling his waist, you feel him smile. You pulled back, "I love it, thank you, this is going to be great," you kissed him again, "you know, it is our space, I could help you put stuff together, whatever you wanted to add." Stefan nodded, kissing your forehead, "I think when you wanna drink we should come here." You kissed under his ear, trailing down his neck, "two conditions," Stefan hummed, moving his head to the side he allowed you more access as he pressed you against one of the many trees that circled the clearing.
"Well, we'll come here when I wanna drink, if we'll come here when you get hungry," Stefan let out a small groan as you bit his neck gently, loving how he pulled your hair. "And the second?" He asked as your hands traced down his torso, grabbing the hem of his shirt, "you fuck me, now." He smiled, kissing you hard, and the next thing you know, you're sitting on the edge of the moss bed. "Easy," he pulls off your shirt, admiring your body for a moment, "it's a deal."
Request: 'Baby?', '...', 'Baby?', 'What?', 'Nothing, I just wanted to make sure you knew you were are my baby'
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N/A: I wrote this at 4 a.m lol and I changed the promt a bit, sorry agshshjs
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“Good morning,” He said as he pulled off the sheets, which I tried to cling to in a failed attempt not to get out of bed, “Come on, you have to get up, I already let you sleep for ten more minutes” A growl came from my lips, as I sat on the bed and looked at him with a frown.
“Can't we just sleep all day?” I asked, knowing that the answer would be negative. Stefan shook his head and took my hands to lift me. I scowled at him, hoping he would leave me, but that only made him laugh.
“Any other day I'd say yes, but today you have a college test, so... You should go change unless you want to go in your Mickey mouse pyjamas,” He said, pointing at me, while I let out a groan of displeasure, going into the bathroom to get ready.
Minutes later, I was ready and with my backpack in hand. Before leaving the room, I looked at myself in the mirror in my room and then looked at the photos of my childhood taped in one of its corners.
In my mind, that day was just the day all my dreams and hopes disappeared; the day I died; the day I became a vampire, and, although that happened a year ago, it was still something that affected me because I never asked to be a supernatural creature. I was on the verge of not completing the transition... But I could not abandon my family, or my friends, or Stefan, who knew absolutely nothing about my emotions before the change since I always showed myself well after the transformation.
In the distance, I seemed to have heard my name, but I was so focused on my thoughts I paid no attention and kept rambling until I felt Stefan's hand on my waist, which made me turn back. I looked at him through the reflection of the mirror, his eyes worried and questions about my well-being were soon present.
“You don't have to fight this alone, Y/N...” Stefan spoke in a soft voice, causing me to tense up a bit in his embrace, “I know very well how difficult it is to be a vampire, and I want you to know that I am going to be here to help you cope with whatever it takes,” he said, turning to come face to face. My eyes moistened once they met his. He knew, how could I think that he would not notice my discomfort and pain? He was the person who knew me best in the world, “I just want you to stop hiding what you really feel, and let it out.”
After hearing his words, the tears were already impossible to stop, and the sobs grew louder as the seconds passed. He just held me against his chest in a protective hug, whispering words of love against my head.
After almost twenty minutes, my crying stopped, and the room was silent until Stefan spoke
“Baby?” He asked, but I didn't want to look at him with my puffy, red face, “Baby?” He asked again, and this time I looked up and mumble, “Hmm?”
“Nothing, I just wanted to make sure you knew you are my baby...” That comment caused a silly smile to form on my face for the first time that day. How could that simple comment make me happy at this moment? A Stefan Salvatore thing, I guessed. He attached his lips to my forehead, leaving a small kiss there.
“Did you call me 'baby' because I'm shorter? It's not funny, then,” I joked, wiping the tear trail with my shirt sleeves, parting with my boyfriend and walking to the bedroom door, “Come on, I have a test to take.”
requested by anon ; Can you write a one shot were Jeremy and human reader female are on a date Jeremy is your boyfriend and your best friend Enzo tries to ruin your date cause he has feelings for you it causes a huge drama. You still stay with Jeremy you don't see Enzo that way. ; tip : listen to ruin by shawn mendes while reading !! :))
‘I can’t believe you actually took the time to do this for me, for us,’ [Y/N] smiled, looking at the Lockwoord garden, which was decorated with fairy lights and candles. From where they were sitting, they could see the lights reflection in the water, which gave everything a more magical feeling. ‘And you’re sure Tyler doesn’t mind?’
‘Of course he doesn’t,’ Jeremy laughed, grabbing [Y/N]’s hand over the table, holding hers with his. ‘Besides, he isn’t even home.’
‘Well, that helps,’ she smiled, still not able to believe Jeremy did all of this. They had been through a rough time lately, and she felt like this was exactly what they needed. ‘Thank you, for this,’ [Y/N] then said.
‘I’d do everything for you, if you don’t know that by now,’ Jeremy joked, standing up from his seat. ‘I’m going to grab our food, I’ll be right back.’ He let go of her hand, quickly giving her a kiss on her lips and then walking towards the Lockwood mansion.
[Y/N] looked back at the water, admiring the serenity of it. It was quite the opposite of how her life was at the moment.
Not just with Jeremy, but her best friend had been acting so weird lately. He just wasn’t the same, and [Y/N] had no idea what had changed. He refused to talk about it, and every time [Y/N] mentioned his weird behavior, he started to talk about something else. She wished that -
‘Hello, gorgeous.’
‘Enzo,’ [Y/N] immediately turned around as soon as she heard him, interrupting her thoughts. She grabbed the side of the table and quickly stood up, the napkin she had already placed on her lap falling on the ground. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘Damon told me you were here.’
‘Of course he did,’ she mumbled, softly shaking her head. ‘But that doesn’t answer my question. Why are you here?’
‘I need to talk to you,’ he said, slowly walking towards her.
‘And you need to talk to me right now? This can’t wait until tomorrow?’ [Y/N] was starting to get a bit impatient, wanting to know why he was crashing her date with her boyfriend.
‘No, this absolutely can’t wait, you see, I … [Y/N], I really –‘
‘What are you doing here?’ Jeremy said, walking from behind Enzo with two plates in his hands. He quickly placed the plates on the table and softly pushed [Y/N] a bit behind him, as if he was protecting her with his body as a shield.
‘Jeremy, he won’t –‘ But it was useless. Jeremy still could barely stand vampires, even when they were his girlfriend best friend.
‘Can you just go away? We’re trying to have a date here.’
‘Look, mate, I’m just trying to talk to [Y/N].’
‘You can do that another time.’ Jeremy said, and [Y/N] saw how he tightened his arm muscles, as if he wasn’t buff enough to start with.
‘Jeremy, please –‘
‘No, [Y/N], he’s just here to ruin things.’
‘I’m absolutely not here to ruin things. I just want [Y/N] to be happy, and I feel like you’re not the right person for that.’ Enzo said, with a calm voice.
‘Enzo?’ [Y/N] said, confused. She took a step towards Enzo, by-passing Jeremy, so she could look him into his eyes.
‘[Y/N], listen, I … I really like you. In fact, I believe that I’m in love with you. And I need you to know.’
‘Okay, you’re going way too far now. You –‘
‘Jeremy, let him talk, please,’ [Y/N] pleaded, looking at Jeremy. And he just looked at her in utter awe, surprised by her words.
‘Fine.’ He muttered, crossing his arms, signaling he wasn’t okay with the situation.
‘Don’t you even think how we could be together? Like I said, I’m not trying to ruin anything here, but I see how miserable you were, how he made you feel. I would never leave you and put you in such danger. And you know he would do it again, without thinking about it.’
‘That’ not tr-‘
‘Enzo, I …’ [Y/N] took a deep breath, looking at her best friend, who had just poured out his heart. ‘I really care about you, but not like that. You’re my best friend. And … I love Jeremy. He does care about me, unlike you say. I actually was never in danger, and you know that too because you were right there. I’m so sorry, but I … We can never be more than friends, Enzo.’
‘Oh, okay.’ Enzo said softly, his shoulders sloping down and heartbreak almost visible in his eyes. ‘I …’
‘I’m really sorry,’ [Y/N] said again.
‘It’s okay.’ Enzo forced a smile on his face. ‘I guess I’ll go now then. Sorry for interrupting. Have a good night, love.’ He gave [Y/N] one more smile, and then ran off, his body becoming one big blur.
‘That sure was something.’ Jeremy mumbled. ‘Almost thought I’d lose you.’
[Y/N] turned around to Jeremy and smiled.
‘I could never leave you.’ She said, walking towards him again. Jeremy placed his arms around her, pulling her in for a hug. ‘I love you, I really do.’
‘I love you too,’ Jeremy said, softly kissing the top of her head. ‘Now let’s enjoy what’s left of our night, and forget about what just happened for a bit.’
‘I’ll try,’ [Y/N] said softly. ‘But I want to enjoy every moment with you.’
‘In that case, dinner is served, my lady,’ Jeremy smiled, letting go of her and waving his arm towards the table, as if their date started right then and there, trying to forget what happened before and just enjoying each other’s company with the flickering lights in the background.
Summary | you were the last person alive that Tyler ever saw himself confiding in. But when the pair of you were the only sober ones at an outdoor party, he has no other choice. Though, he finds himself to be surprised to find out how serious you can really be in the moment.
Warnings | angst, mentions of death, tiny smidge of violence, swearing, implied smut
Requested ☑️
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“Fetch.”
A football rolled at Tyler’s feet, him being unimpressed by the insulting sentiment. The brown and white seamed material became the affections of his prying glare, and if he were a witch, it was undoubtable that he’d have burned the item right on the spot, reducing it to nothing more than ashes encrusted in the encrusted and dead green leaves.
It was summer, which meant, before the new year at school began, there would be woodsy bonfires, and a bunch of teens drinking despite the legal age limit. Matt was tending to the kegs, of which he had bargained with the owner of the grill to sell to him, illegally of course. It seemed that deal had worked out fine, considering that many had drinks in their hands. But today, he didn’t need the mockery meddling with his mind,one day of peace was all he wanted, though seemingly, he was never permitted such a luxury.
With his intent full eyes, he found a you staring at him, a mischievous taint to your irises, you was messing with him; nothing dissimilar to the normal. It was the natural of order of things, and he had rather grown used to your ever so laughable shadow prowling behind him, making up all those stupid jokes, having the heart to return the comments in one way or the other.
The weight of returning to school was already upon his shoulders, adjoined with the priority to keep himself controlled and not kill anyone. That meant, he particularly was not in the mood for your mind games, even if they were not supposed to have that
That part, was what you inclined your humour towards, brashly and bluntly making copious amounts of jokes directed towards his animalistic nature, reminding him that he could never live the life of a normal boy again.
“Maybe I should throw it back far enough so that you’ll be searching for it all night.” The Lockwood sneered lightly towards you, softly kicking the ball away from himself, heading to turn away from where you were trudging over, not wanting to pull an expression that would set off your terrible puns.
“We could get out of here, away from all the noise. I get how much it must be hurting your head, with all the new canine tricks you’ve learnt.” Gulping, Tyler watched as you bent down to pick up the sporting item, twirling it in your hands, as you awaited an answer out of him.
The werewolf nodded, walking ahead of you, as he abandoned the scene that he had once thrived in, now feeling like he no longer belonged around normal people, who were oblivious to the truth, and free of his curse. Not to mention, the truth that you were nothing more than a human, that despite knowing the realism that ran on through the town, killing many people, whether they were passers by, or long term citizens.
And as per usual, they were regarded as animal attacks; and because he killed someone, he had to live in the paws of a wolf. “Good boy.” You snickered at his competence to lean obediently into your words, going to ruffle his brown locks, though his fast and vigilant hand caught yours before you could proceed with the action.
Your other hand released the kick ball, as you focused on how his grip tightened, pulling you closer as his angered expression moved closer to your face. There was no point in trying to pull away, he was far too strong, as all the other lurking supernatural creatures were, and you were not sure whether you should be relieved or not that he was not a vampire.
These woods had a history for disappearances, and deadly attacks, but this time, you felt safe moving away from the grand population of your school, because Tyler was with you. Tyler was strong, and protected the people he cared about, despite what others may think. He was gullible to the premises of relationships, he saw someone caring as him as nothing more sexual intent.
And that was a chore you carried, and another reason that you happened to tease him so. Not only was he an easy target with all these new changes making his bones crack, but he, deep down was a sweet and lost boy, that you were falling for, but you’d never admit that. Not even to Bonnie, who said she was able to see the future or some witchy psychic shit like that.
But perhaps, he was the one that you were supposed to be scared of. A wolf was deceiving, they prowled among the sheep, picking out the weaker ones of the flock, dragging their limbs away to satisfy the contents of their supper.
“You’re hurting me Lockwood, let go.” You winced, feeling how the bone shifted beneath the rough, human skin, and the inability that you had to heal made you fear the pain furthermore. As your eyes flickered up to his, you saw a wrenching gold splinter his irises, their black outlines painting lines around his waterline, making your body tremble. “Tyler, it’s me.”
Still, he seemed mute to what he was doing. You knew he wasn’t meaning to bring pain upon you, but that fact didn’t make it hurt any less. As you huffed your breath out in whimpers through your nose, your eyes filled with tears. And then you did something you’d deny ever dreaming of, you kissed him, suffocating your noises of displeasure upon his lips.
Soon, you felt his hold on your wrist loosen, dropping it suddenly, trying to pull away, scared that he would hurt you again. But with your unharmed arm, you reached up with your hand, tugging him back, as you extended the kiss for a few more seconds, finally disengaging, to your relief, seeing his usual brown hues.
“I hurt you.” He whimpered, feeling guilty. Moving your wrist around, you rotating it, grimacing at the feeling for a moment, but relaxing him a little as he heard no broken bones. “Y/n...”
“I’m fine, it’s just a little sore. Now shut up and kiss me Fido, or I’ll find some other guy that isn’t as pathetic as a castrated dog, and will-“ before you could finish your sentence, Tyler suffocated your mouth with his own, sinking his tongue through the parting of your lips, as he walked you backwards, pinning you up against the trunk of a tree, peeling your jacket from your arms, and discarding it upon the ground.
“You know I’m up against a tree right?” You snickered, earning an annoyed glare from the werewolf, who sighed, knowing that he had to ask the importance of such a thing.
“So?”
“Bark bark.” He shut you up with his mouth, unamused by your constant puns, instead wanting to fathom the dancing of your tongue rather than the words that actually fell from it.
Your hands raked down the back of his head, your nails pinching into his skin, as you mumbled his own name into his mouth, losing speech as he began to suck at your tongue. “Is this what wolves do, fuck in the woods?” Tyler rolled his eyes at you, raising his arms to slip his shirt off, the sight silencing you, as you ran your palms over his exposed chest.
“Shut the fuck up.” He growled, mushing his lips back onto your own, biting your lip, and pulling at it, leaving you certain that you’d have a bruise left upon it later on. Your hands began to tug at his belt, multitasking with the suffocation of his mouth, as you slightly opened your eyes so that you could find the buckle.
“I don’t think I’m going to do that, all things considered.” You smiled, dipping your hand into his pants, plucking at the material of your boxers, licking your lips, as you earned a reprised moan out of the dog boy.
