#StefanSalvatore

[themysticfallsdaily]

[noobiestnoober]

Prank Wars – Mystic Falls Edition (Reader, Damon, Stefan, and Kol)

You accidentally start a prank war with one of the Salvatore brothers and Kol Mikaelson, and things escalate way out of control. It starts with something harmless—switching Damon’s bourbon with iced tea—but soon, furniture is missing, hair dye is involved, and someone might get locked in a coffin.

It all started as an innocent joke—at least, that’s how you tried to convince yourself. Damon had just poured himself a glass of his favorite bourbon, settling into the couch with that signature smirk plastered across his face. You couldn’t help but notice the bottle sitting on the counter, a little too full for someone who supposedly drank as much as Damon did.

You had a flash of brilliance—or perhaps it was pure mischief. Switch it with iced tea. He’d never see it coming, and it would be hilarious.

So, while Damon was busy texting someone, you swapped out the bourbon with the iced tea. You had no idea what kind of pandemonium it would cause.

At first, everything went perfectly. Damon took a gulp, his usual cocky grin fading into a confused frown. "What the hell is this?" he muttered, setting the glass down with a mix of disbelief and mild disgust. You could barely keep a straight face as you tried to act innocent, eyes wide in faux concern.

"What’s wrong, Damon? It’s your favorite drink, right?" you teased.

"Favorite drink? This is the worst thing I’ve ever tasted!" He immediately spit the iced tea out and glared at you, but you could tell the wheels were already turning in his mind. He was plotting. You had made your first move in a prank war, but you had no idea how badly you were about to regret it.

Before you could even step away, Damon’s lips curled into a devilish grin. "You’re going to regret this," he warned, but you only laughed. It was harmless, right?

Wrong.

The next morning, you woke up to find your wardrobe ransacked. Your favorite sweater? Gone. Your boots that you’d been saving for months? Missing. Your phone? Nowhere to be found. You hunted high and low for the things that were rightfully yours, but Damon had already set his traps in motion.

"Ha! You think you can prank me and get away with it?" Damon smirked as you found him lounging in the living room, looking far too pleased with himself. "You’re not the only one who can have some fun, sweetheart."

You were furious, but something inside you clicked. This wasn’t just about missing items anymore. You were in this now, and you were not about to let Damon win without a fight.

And thus, the real war began.

You dyed Damon’s hair while he was napping. Sure, it wasn’t an ideal moment for a hair makeover, but you’d taken all the necessary precautions—he wouldn’t notice until it was too late. The next time he saw himself in the mirror, his hair was a bright shade of purple. You stifled a laugh as he stormed into the room, looking like a pissed-off Easter egg.

"Damn it, Y/n!" he shouted, running a hand through his now-purple locks. "You better sleep with one eye open, because you just crossed a line."

You leaned back in your chair, grinning like a mischievous child. "What? Purple’s a good color on you."

His glare could’ve melted stone, but before he could retaliate, you noticed Stefan walking into the room, raising an eyebrow. "What’s going on here?"

Before you could respond, Damon’s eyes gleamed with a new idea, and his expression softened. "I think it’s time to recruit someone into this prank war," he said, turning toward his brother. "Are you in, Stefan?"

Stefan sighed, clearly not wanting to be dragged into this, but you could tell he was secretly amused. "I have better things to do," he muttered.

"Oh, come on, Stefan. You can’t stay neutral forever," Damon grinned.

So, Stefan reluctantly joined the ranks of pranksters. But it didn’t end there—no, it was Kol who made it absolutely chaotic. The Mikaelson brother was always eager for a little chaos, and when he caught wind of the prank war, he jumped right in.

With Kol, things escalated quickly.

The first big move was during a house party at the Salvatore mansion. The whole house was buzzing with music, laughter, and the occasional threat of something worse. Kol, in his usual dramatic fashion, decided it was the perfect time to get everyone involved. While you were in the middle of a conversation with Bonnie, Kol sneaked up behind you and poured glitter into your hair. You didn’t realize it at first, until Stefan—always the observant one—whispered, "Uhh, you might want to check your hair."

It was covered in glitter. Everywhere. And you knew Kol was behind it.

It wasn’t just glitter, though. Oh no. Kol had begun a systematic disappearance of furniture. The next time you entered the living room, the coffee table, lamps, and chairs were nowhere to be found. "I swear to God, if my couch is missing next—"

Your couch was gone.

This was Kol’s work, without a doubt. You tried to track down where the furniture had gone, but it was Kol’s perfect hide-and-seek game. He didn’t just take your items; he hid them. You found your couch in the middle of the woods. Your lamps in the basement. And your favorite chair? It was on the roof of the Salvatore house.

You realized you were no longer in control of the prank war; it had gone completely off the rails.

Kol then pulled the ultimate stunt: he locked you inside a coffin. Sure, you had heard rumors of how Kol loved to be dramatic, but now you were trapped in one of the ancient burial coffins hidden in the Salvatore cellar. The small space was a bit too much—your mind racing as you banged on the lid, demanding to be freed. But it wasn’t until you heard Damon’s chuckles above you that you realized you were in a real predicament.

"Gotcha," Damon said, clearly enjoying the show. "Now, what’s it going to take for you to admit I’ve won?"

You didn’t know how long you’d been in the coffin—minutes? Hours?—but you weren’t going to give them the satisfaction of hearing you beg. With every ounce of your remaining patience, you pried the coffin open, finally seeing the light again. You emerged, disheveled, with your hair a mess and your cheeks flushed with frustration.

"That’s it," you declared, dusting yourself off. "Game on, boys."

By now, the prank war had moved from mildly annoying to blatantly dangerous. You plotted your final move. It involved the entirety of the Salvatore mansion, a vast amount of saran wrap, and a very large quantity of whipped cream. By the time Damon, Stefan, and Kol walked into the mansion that evening, they were met with an unpleasant surprise—every inch of the house was wrapped in plastic. The walls, the furniture, the stairs—everything.

As they stood in the foyer, staring in shock, you appeared at the top of the stairs, holding a massive tub of whipped cream. "This is the final move," you declared dramatically, as Kol looked at you in amusement and Stefan chuckled, realizing he was caught in the middle of this insanity.

Damon’s face was priceless as he stared at the chaos you’d orchestrated. "I think... you’ve officially won," he said with an exaggerated sigh, clearly impressed.

But as the three of them slowly began to accept defeat, you couldn’t help but laugh. The war might have been over—for now—but in Mystic Falls, nothing stayed calm for long. You had made your mark, and you knew you’d be hearing about this prank war for the rest of your life.

For once, you had gotten the last laugh.

[stefandiaries]

#stefandiaries ⸻ MUTUALS    ONLY.   turned   by:    ( 𝓁isaries )   ♡     25 +, she/her idependent & selective stefano giuseppe salvatore    BOOK    BASED   /   L. J. Smith VAMPIRE DIARIES * highly divergent ♱

*A STUDY IN: (. . .) he walks among the shadows of his own heart. the monster & the hero are intertwined in their essence ⸻ a mosaic of pain & sacrifice. a melancholy poem written on the pages of a life lived in the shadow of what he once chose to be. the brothers like two rivers (of blood) that flow together but never completely meet.

¹CARRD. ²PLAYLIST. ³MEMES.

*TRIGGERS : anxiety,  death,  blood,  murder,  depression,  violence, torture, ambiguous morality, internal conflicts, self-punishment etc;

[caitlynsalvatore]

''Durante más de un siglo, viví oculto: entre las sombras, solo en el mundo. Hasta ahora. Soy un vampiro, y esta es mi historia.'' Un buen momento para iniciar sin duda es el PILOTO de TVD, entre las diversas curiosidades que estoy recopilando de ese proyecto, me emociona ver como la escencia de ese capitulo nunca se perdio, tenemos en claro que las ultimas dos temporadas pudieron resumirse, pero aún así y con todas sus decepciones, TVD demostró mantener ese toque de amor, aventura y un poco de peligro que tanto nos enamoro desde su PILOTO.

¿ustedes que opinan del primer capitulo?

[neartothemoon]

Found the perfect song for my babies Stelena and so I made a little video about them! ❤️

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[zeroandvoid]

🫶 Stefan Salvatore moodboard 🫶

[innermoonpeace12]

Some aesthetic for one of my first fanfictions. Please check it out and please no taking credit for the aesthetics. I hope you enjoy!

[reaganchronicles]

Summary: In the Mikaelson mansion, Hayley and Y/N argued about Elijah's unexplained absence. Hayley expressed frustration at his tendency to disappear during tough times, while Y/N defended him, acknowledging his complicated past.

Hayley crossed her arms, her expression filled with frustration. "I can't believe you're defending him, Y/N. He disappeared without a word, leaving us to deal with everything on our own!" Y/N took a deep breath, trying to keep their emotions in check. "I understand that you're upset, Hayley, but you know how complicated Elijah's past is. He might have his reasons for leaving."

Hayley's eyes flashed with anger. "Reasons? He's been doing this for centuries! Always running away when things get tough. I thought he'd changed, but it's the same old story." Y/N sighed, trying to find the right words. "I know he has a complicated past, but he's also been there for us in the past. Remember when he helped save Hope from the Hollow?" Hayley clenched her jaw, trying to control her emotions. "Yes, I remember. But that doesn't excuse his behavior now. We need him, and he's nowhere to be found!"

Y/N took a step closer, reaching out to touch Hayley's arm gently. "I'm not saying it's okay, but we can't just give up on him. Maybe he needs time to sort things out." Hayley shook her head, pulling away from Y/N's touch. "I don't have time for his excuses. Hope needs a father figure, and I need a partner who's there for me." Y/N's heart ached for Hayley, understanding the pain she was going through. "I know you're hurting, and I wish I could make it better. But let's not forget the good times we've had with him. Elijah has his flaws, but he's also shown us kindness and loyalty."

Hayley's eyes softened slightly, but her resolve remained firm. "I just can't keep waiting for him to come back. It's not fair to me or Hope." Y/N nodded, acknowledging her feelings. "I understand, Hayley. Whatever decision you make, I'll support you. But remember, we can't control Elijah's actions. All we can do is focus on taking care of each other and Hope."

Hayley looked into Y/N's eyes, her anger starting to dissipate. "You're right. I just wish it didn't hurt so much." Y/N pulled Hayley into a comforting embrace, holding her close. "I know, and I'm here for you, no matter what happens."

As they stood there, holding each other, Y/N and Hayley knew that their love could weather any storm, even if it meant facing the uncertainty of Elijah's absence. They found strength in each other, a beacon of hope in the midst of the supernatural world's turmoil. And together, they vowed to face whatever challenges lay ahead, supporting each other through thick and thin.

[monkishes]

1994, KAI PARKER - 1994. (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1281991495-1994-kai-parker-1994?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=liluras After the Other Side crumbled, Evelia expected to vanish with it, just another lost soul fading into nothingness. But fate had other plans. Instead of peace or oblivion, she opened her eyes to find herself trapped in a prison world. A shadow of 1994, looping endlessly in silence and sunless days. And she wasn't alone. Damon Salvatore and Bonnie Bennett were there too, equally confused, equally cursed. At first, Evelia believed they were the only three souls condemned to this strange, static world. She was wrong. So very wrong.

[themysticfallsdaily]

[noobiestnoober]

Blood Ties and Petty Fights

The story portrays a familial squabble among the Salvatore siblings—Damon, Stefan, and Y/N Salvatore. The conflict begins with Y/N making a light-hearted joke about Stefan's private poetry, leading to a tense exchange. I hope you enjoy the story <3

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The old Salvatore Boarding House stood tall and imposing, its grand architecture casting long shadows in the moonlight. Inside, the atmosphere was anything but serene. Y/N Salvatore, the youngest of the vampire siblings, found herself caught in yet another ridiculous squabble with her brothers, Damon and Stefan.

It all started in the parlor, where the siblings were gathered after a long day. Damon lounged on the couch, flipping through a vintage magazine, while Stefan was meticulously organizing a stack of old family documents. The scent of aged wood and a faint trace of musty paper filled the room, mixed with the smoky aroma from the crackling fire. Y/N, feeling a bit mischievous, decided to lighten the mood with a joke.

"Hey, Stefan," she called out, trying to stifle a grin, "Remember that time you tried to impress Elena with your poetry, and she thought you were quoting Shakespeare?"

Stefan looked up, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, "Yeah, I remember. What about it?"

"Well…" Y/N continued, "I found this old poem you wrote. Thought I might read it at the next Mystic Falls gathering. You know, give everyone a good laugh."

Damon snickered, clearly entertained by the idea. But Stefan's expression darkened instantly. He stood up, his posture rigid.

"Y/N, that's not funny," he said sharply, "Those poems are private. They mean a lot to me."

Y/N's smile faded, realizing she had hit a nerve, "I was just joking, Stefan. I didn't mean anything by it."

Stefan clenched his fists, his eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and anger, "You knew how much this meant to me, Y/N. It's not just a joke."

Damon, sensing the tension escalating, decided to intervene, "Oh, come on, Stefan. It's just a poem. Lighten up a bit."

Y/N stood there, tears glistening in her eyes as she faced her brothers, "I would never do that to you," she said, her voice quivering.

Stefan ran a hand through his tousled hair, "You knew how much this meant to me, Y/N. It's not just a joke."

"It's always about you, isn't it, Stefan?" Damon interjected, pushing himself off the couch, "Y/N makes one little joke, and suddenly it's the end of the world."

"Stay out of this, Damon," Stefan snapped, "This isn't your fight."

"Oh, but it is," Damon retorted, stepping closer to Stefan, "We're family, remember? We fight, we make up, and we move on. You're just being melodramatic."

Y/N wiped her tears away, feeling a mix of frustration and guilt, "I didn't mean to hurt you, Stefan. I thought you would laugh."

Stefan finally turned around, his eyes softening as he looked at his sister, "I know you didn't mean it, Y/N. But sometimes... it just feels like you don't take anything seriously."

Damon groaned loudly, "Great, here we go with the Stefan pity party."

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, "I do take things seriously, Stefan. But sometimes, we need to laugh, especially with everything we've been through."

Stefan's shoulders slumped slightly, "I suppose you're right. It's just... it's hard sometimes."

Damon clapped his hands together, "Finally, some progress. Can we all agree that this is a ridiculous argument and move on?"

Y/N nodded, stepping forward to hug Stefan, "I'm sorry, Stefan. I promise I'll be more careful with my jokes."

Stefan hugged her back, a small smile breaking through his somber expression, "And I'll try not to overreact. We're family, after all."

Damon joined the hug, wrapping an arm around both of them, "Group hug! Look at us, being all emotional and stuff."

Y/N laughed, feeling the tension lift, "You always know how to ruin a moment, Damon."

"That's what I'm here for," Damon replied with a wink.

As the three siblings stood there, embracing and laughing, the house seemed a little less imposing, and the night a little less dark.

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Later that evening, as the siblings sat together in the parlor, sipping on glasses of blood-laced wine, they reflected on the day's events.

"You know…" Y/N said thoughtfully, "We've been through so much together. Sometimes I forget how important the little things can be.”

Stefan nodded, "It's easy to forget, especially with everything we've seen and done. But we have to remember to appreciate each other, even when we disagree."

Damon raised his glass in a mock toast, "To family. The good, the bad, and the ridiculously dramatic."

They clinked their glasses together, laughter filling the room. And as the night wore on, the Salvatore siblings found comfort in each other's company, knowing that no matter what, they would always have each other.

[devy-devine-22]

Pretty Little Lies (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/371376547-pretty-little-lies?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=AysleenJ Lost in identity and stranded in the enigmatic town of Mystic Falls, she grapples with the unsettling mystery of her arrival. As she navigates the murky waters of her forgotten past, her fate intertwines with two charismatic supernaturals known for their dangerous allure. Will their love be a lifeline in her search for truth, or will it unravel the very fabric holding them all together? In a town where secrets lurk in every shadow, her journey may either lead to self-discovery or plunge them all into darkness.

[caitlynsalvatore]

Realmente uno de los motivos por los cuales me mantengo en que Damon entra en el ''The Better Man'' es por la redención que alcanza no solo con su vivencia junto a Elena, si no, su vivencia en el mundo.

Cuando se va con Bonnie al mundo prisión, vimos a un Damon muy sobresalido de lo que todos conocian como 'Damon Salvatore' el sacrificio de Bonnie por él fue lo que me dejo más en certeza que realmente su redención estaba sucediendo, estoy segura que el Damon de la primera temporada habria exigido que Bonnie lo lleve primero a él al otro lado, sin embargo el Damon de ese momento rogó con su última fuerza que Bonnie no se quedará en lugar de él.

Esta es una razón por la que yo pienso que Damon es The Better Man

[hauntedfacewizard]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (ᴅᴀᴍᴏɴ ꜱᴀʟᴠᴀᴛᴏʀᴇ x ᴏᴄ) (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/371341586-%F0%9D%90%8F%F0%9D%90%AB%F0%9D%90%A8%F0%9D%90%AD%F0%9D%90%9E%F0%9D%90%9C%F0%9D%90%AD-%F0%9D%90%B0%F0%9D%90%A1%F0%9D%90%9A%F0%9D%90%AD-%F0%9D%90%B2%F0%9D%90%A8%F0%9D%90%AE-%F0%9D%90%8B%F0%9D%90%A8%F0%9D%90%AF%F0%9D%90%9E-%E1%B4%85%E1%B4%80%E1%B4%8D%E1%B4%8F%C9%B4-%EA%9C%B1%E1%B4%80%CA%9F%E1%B4%A0%E1%B4%80%E1%B4%9B%E1%B4%8F%CA%80%E1%B4%87-x-%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%84?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=ravemasterharu ¿Le temes a un nuevo amor o le temes a un viejo dolor? "Una humana normal". Jamás pensó que tendría que definirse así, pero Jill Riley lo era. Con una infancia más o menos normal, Jill vivía en Mystic Falls sin conocer el mundo en el que vivía. Hasta la llegada de un chico nuevo al instituto, y con él su arrogante y misterioso hermano Damon Salvatore.

[franki3w]

#ValentineSpiration #75 Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

[innermoonpeace12]

*The Painting Reimagined - Author Note (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1469254568-the-painting-reimagined-author-note?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=mary_puppins12 * I might change the title later. This is my first fanfic, please be nice and tell if I miss any mistakes. Thank you. Della Donovan never really expected much from her small town. The random events and holidays celebrated were the only thing that made the small town a little funky. This scarastic teen was not prepared for the supernatural to come bursting through her town. These vampires, werewolves, and whatever else decides to come to her town were not prepared to deal the chaotic teen whose is not afraid to tell it to your face. "Love, I'm the original hybrid, I can't be killed. Now help me with my brother's coffin." "Calm down, what you are is a puppy with fangs that has anger issues. Also you can easily lift that by yourself, you have super strength, now move I need a snack." Oc x Niklaus Mikaelson Oc x Oc Kai x Kol x Davina Finn Mikaelson x Matt Finn Mikaelson x Camille Bonnie x Enzo Stefan x Self love Elena x Tom Elijah x Gia Caroline x Tyler