#her name is elena she's dating one of them and was the second to move in

[the-acid-pear]

Honestly at this point i'd just make midori an actual oc. Naturally still based off of the Original Character I'm Stealing but my version of her is so far removed from the original (well it's more Built Further Upon) that i'd just list her as my oc.

[redheadspark]

Helloo I Just read your new Oliver Wood fic and loved it♥️ so I thought maybe you could do 3. with Oliver Wood...? Pretty please

A/N - I love this for Oliver! Thanks for requesting this, friend!

Strong and Brave

Summary - After receiving a letter from your daughter, you and Oliver reminisce about your time at Hogwarts as 1st years

Warnings - Just fluff!

“How is she doing there?”

“From what she wrote, she’s having a good time, Oli,”

Oliver hummed as he was polishing his broomstick, which was perched over his knees and thighs as you were in the armchair by the open window, reading your daughters first letter from Hogwarts.  Seeing her familiar writing made your heart soar, reading how she was describing her first day at the Wizarding school and being sorted into Gyrffindor House.  All you could remember was seeing her being sent off on the Hogwarts Express a week prior, her smiling face beaming amongst the steam of the railroad and her hand waving in anticipation.

To hear from her made those restless nights drift away finally.

“She loves being in Gryffindor, already making a few friends in her House.  She even has a bed right by the window with a view of The Black Lake, she loves that,”  You said aloud as you were reading another paragraph, seeing Oliver out of the corner of your eye smile, “So far she likes her classes, but Potions is gonna be tough for her,”

“She’s lucky she’s never had to deal with Snape,” Oliver grumbled as he moved his rag to another part of the broom, “You said she’s making friends?”

“Yes, two of them already.  They eat together at meals and are study buddies: Elena and Harper.  I’m glad she has friends,” You hummed, looking up from the letter over to your husband, “I wanna write to her tonight and send it tomorrow for her,”

Oliver placed his broom, which was now shining and pristine, down on the ground as you got up from the armchair to sit next to him on the couch.  Feeling him wrap an arm around your shoulders to tuck you in, you both were looking over the handwriting of your daughter, trying to picture it all in your head.  Seeing her in crimson robes, walking along the Hogwarts hallways with her friends, it must have been thrilling for her. 

You and Oliver were dreaming of the day she would be off to Hogwarts and make her own memories.  With her inquisitive mind and curious intuition, along with her tender and empathetic heart, Poppy was going to have an amazing time within the Scotland Highlands.  You did miss her around the house, helping you tend to the garden with the herbs, or learning how to fly on her training broom with Oliver watching her closely.  Even seeing her tucked in her favorite nook with her book in her lap, Poppy was part of this home.  

You remembered bringing her home from St. Mungos as a baby, making more space for her in those four walls.  Her energy was needed in that little house, her laughter was etched along the walls and her bright eyes almost illuminated like the sun rays to bring lightness in the night.  Poppy was the best blessing you and Oliver would ever need, especially after barely surviving the Second Wizard War at Hogwarts.  

“She’s a strong one, like her mum,” Oliver explained as he looked from the letter to you, making you blush as you placed the letter on the coffee table in front of you swiftly.

“And she’s quite brave, like her Da,” You added, Oliver rolling his eyes as you poked his side, “Don’t tell me you weren’t brave as a 1st year there.”

“I wasn’t brave! I was petrified goin’ over in those boats and seein’ the castle!” Oliver exclaimed, though you were giggling as he gestured with his hands, “I didn’t know what it was goin’ to be like,”

“None of us did as kids,” You reasoned with him, nudging him in the shoulder, “I remember seeing you looking like a lost puppy when Macgonagall called your name in the Great Hall.  A cute lost puppy actually,”

Oliver blushed as he kissed the top of your head as you kept talking, “Who would have thought I would be dating that lost puppy some time later, then marrying him years and years later.  I consider myself one lucky lady,”

That alone made Oliver peer down at you with the biggest smile on his face, “Did I tell ya I love ya today already?”

“At least twice,” You replied in a giggle, Oliver giving you a sweet kiss while you curled into him. Thinking of all the memories you two shared together, both as friends and then as a couple.  You love every moment with had with Oliver, both the good and the bad.  Your foundation in return was solid and strong, the cracks that would come along were fixed with talks and moments of comfort.  There would be no one else in your life that would fill your heart to the brim, only Oliver.  And now the child you created with him helped in filling your heart even more.  

“I love ya,” He hummed against your lips.

“I love you too, Oli,” You replied, giving him one more peck on the lips before moving out of his hold and grasping the letter quickly, “Now, we need to write back to her!”

“Now?” Oliver asked in amusement as you got up from the couch quickly.

“Of course now!  Time is wasting and we have plenty to tell her!” You explained, Oliver chuckled as he got up from the couch too to follow you back to your small office next to the bedroom.  It was the start of several letters that you would write to your daughter throughout her first year:  telling her about her father winning a  major game in October, gushing in excitement to see her for the Christmas Holiday Break.

Even breaking the news that she’ll be a big sister come next September.

The End.

April Prompt Session

[dickinfectionbez]

Francesca was desperate.

She had just moved to her new apartment, one that she conveniently wasn't told was unfurnished until she got her keys. It was easy enough to sleep on the floor or on the sofa of a friend but you couldn't bring anyone back. So many one night stands she had avoided because they didn't want her staying over and she couldn't bring them back to hers.

So she did what any respectable person would. She went on tinder. Francesca's plan was simple. Score enough dates to get her till payday, sleep around with said dates (or on Marzia's sofa) until she was paid so she could buy a bed.

Easy enough.

Well, it was easier said than done.

Her first date was a complete bust. The guy, Lewis, was cool but the way he flinched when seeing her eat a bit of raw onion was interesting to say the least. He spent most of the date pretending to post pictures of their food as his dog. Her second date was a different sort of weird but, Jorgelina, was better dinner company. However, when the pair got to Jorgelina's bedroom, Francesca was met with two twin beds. Jorgelina's roommate, Alexis, was fast asleep in one of them and Francesca watched her date climb in to the bed.

Then came Elena.

She was smart, gorgeous and most of her pictures on tinder were of her in a sports bra working with power tools. Francesca looked at the picture of Elena holding a power saw one too many times. She told Marzia that she was admiring the wood carving.

There was no wood carving.

They talked for a while, Francesca revealing her 10-step plan to get a bed. The revelation got a laugh out of Elena and Francesca felt her head spin when she played the voice note. Elena proposed their first meeting should be after Francesca got paid. Payday came quickly, and with it came her date with Elena. It was a simple date, a quick trip to IKEA. They met up in the carpark, Francesca grateful she was sitting down in the drivers seat of the rented pickup truck. She could feel her knees turning to jelly as she watched Elena in a white tank top and green cargo trousers walk across the carpark to her. Her graphic t-shirt and shorts suddenly felt shabby.

They walked in, a sudden rush of adrenaline helping Francesca put her arm around Elena's waist. They stumbled into the bedroom section of IKEA, each separate room on display. "Right." Elena said clapping her hands together, "lets start looking." Francesca nodded, unwillingly pulling away from her. The first display room was themed towards a couple. Francesca sat on the bed, bouncing slightly as Elena stood with her hands on her hips. "Testing the sex capability huh?" Francesca sputtered as she laughed, Elena doubling over in laughter as well.

They moved onto the next room, the bed much smaller. Francesca sat down, not bouncing this time but instead laying down, feet hanging off the side. She closed her eyes as Elena lay down next to her, one arm flopped across her stomach. Francesca in that moment was grateful she wasn't a man because the smell of Elena's perfume and the feeling of her breath was enough to give her a boner. They lay on the bed, listening to each other breath until a disgruntled employee wearing the name badge 'Diggia' came and shoo'd them off into the kitchen section.

Elena stood behind a island counter, hands on her hips in mock anger, " how dare you?" She asked as Francesca froze, "I can't believe you cheated on me!" Fran stared at her in confusion, "we're not together?" Elena held her hand over her heart, "oh so you'll throw out family out the window for a quick fuck?" The cogs in Fran's mind finally turned into place, realising that Elena was acting. "baby please he was nothing," Fran pleaded, circling the counter to embrace Elenea. At that moment the IKEA employee from before walked into the kitchen display. "Oh so if he's nothing then why is your affair partner here?" Diggia backed out, not paid enough to play therapist. Fran and Elena burst out laughing again, the pair collapsing in a heap on top of each other.

They took a break, heading down to the finest food establishment, the IKEA cafe.

"The sluttem bed was really good." Elena said, half a Swedish meatball hanging off her fork. Francesca paused, eyes slightly wide, "that is not the name!" She exclaimed, shaking her head. Elena pointed the half meatball at her, "it is called the sluttem, don't you want the slutty bed?" Fran nodded, eyes trailing down her arm to her shoulder, drifting down to her cleavage. Fran shook her head as Elena finished her meal, picking up both their plates to return.

Hand in hand they made their way back to the bedroom area. Francesca stood with her back to the bed as she opened and closed the wardrobe. Elena coughed, getting her attention as she lay on the bed, propped up on on elbow. Francesca looked at her laying on the bed casually and suddenly her brain was full of the idea of a naked Elena laying in her bedroom.

Adrenaline flowed through Francesca's veins as she watched Elena pat the space in front of her. Instead of laying down, Fran hovered above her, cupping her face in her hands as she kissed her. Everything around them faded out as Elena kissed her back, hands pulling Francesca in closer. They pulled apart for air, foreheads pressed close as Elena pressed her lips against Fran's again. "FOR FUCKS SAKE," a voice boomed. Francesca stood up straight as Diggia looked at them tired, "if you're not going to buy anything get out." Elena stood up, adjusting her tanktop as Fran pointed to the bed. "I'm buying one of these." Diggia looked at the pair of them, "fine, follow me." The two women did as so, not wanting to get permanently banned from IKEA.

At the counter, Diggia tapped at the till screen, a pointed look in his eys as he asked Francesca the name of the bed she wanted. She paused, forgetting the name. "The sluttem bed." Elena answered as Diggia sighed, "the slattum? Do you want it delivered?" Francesca nodded, just wanting the whole confrontation to be over. The card reader flickered on, Fran tapping her card on the reader only to be declined. The blood in her veins froze as Diggia looked up to the ceiling, muttering a prayer. Fran inserted her card and tapped her pin in, the transaction approving instantly. "Card limits," she said awkwardly as Diggia handed her the receipt, declaring to the other cashier that he was going on a vape break.

Elena held her hand as they walked to the carpark. Francesca walked slowly, not wanting the date to be over. Reaching the rented truck, she slapped her forehead. "Why did I pay for shipping?" Elena laughed and the €14.99 seemed worth it. Francesca smiled at Elena who kissed her on her cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow?" Fran nodded, glad she didn't have to wait too long to see Elena again. "Cool I'll help you build the bed and maybe we could try it out." She said wiggling her eyebrows. Fran laughed, pressing a kiss to Elena's lips. She leaned against the truck watching Elena walk away her face bright red.

[nicolettesdreamworld]

Guilty as sin - Chapter 1

One of the stories that has been stuck in my head is a story of Klaus and Caroline. I always felt like it had so much potential only for it to go basically nowhere. So I decided to write a story inspired by them. I kind of suck at backstories so I decided to go straight into it and reveal parts of it naturally. Hope you'll like it.

Nicolette woke that morning with a deep, unsettling feeling. It wasn’t unfamiliar—she’d had that sensation gnawing at her for weeks. But then again, in this cursed town, something was always wrong. A place she once called home over a century ago, now she had returned just a few months prior, and nothing had felt right since.

Her room was calm, quiet, nothing out of the ordinary. But still, the dread lingered. Pushing herself out of bed, she made her way down the dim hallway toward Alaric’s bedroom. Alaric, her so-called uncle, was a semi-retired vampire hunter, which was ironic enough, considering he was now the one protecting her. A vampire. Five centuries old, no less. He had crafted the perfect backstory so she could blend in, enroll in high school, and pretend to live a normal life.

She knocked softly on his door, but the silence on the other side made her uneasy.

"Ric? Are you decent?" she called as she nudged the door open. No answer. The bed was untouched, the sheets perfectly in place. Normally, this wouldn’t alarm her. He often spent the night at Jenna’s, but Alaric never forgot to tell her. He knew she'd be worried if he didn't come home.

She moved through the house, checking room after room, but there was no sign of him. She checked her phone again—nothing. No messages. Nicolette glanced at the clock, weighing her options. Maybe he was already at the school, she reasoned. He taught history there, after all, and she had his class first period. It made sense.

With a deep breath, she pushed the unease aside and got ready for the day. The familiar walk to school did little to ease her nerves, though. Something still felt off.

As she slipped into her seat in history, Alaric strode into the classroom a few minutes later. She should’ve been relieved. He was fine, just as she hoped. But as he began the lesson, Nicolette couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different about him. His demeanor. His presence.

The gnawing feeling from that morning returned with a vengeance, and she realized—whatever was wrong hadn’t gone away. Not yet.

He was getting his facts wrong. Little details that Alaric never messed up before—dates, names, bits of history he could usually recite in his sleep. His normally calm, confident demeanor seemed erratic, almost uneasy. It was as if teaching had suddenly become foreign to him, like the classroom itself had become a place where he no longer felt in control.

Nicolette frowned, glancing around to see if anyone else had noticed, but when her eyes landed on Elena, her friend seemed oblivious. She was scribbling notes, hanging onto every word like nothing was out of place. But Nicolette knew better.

As the class dragged on, the feeling in the pit of her stomach only grew worse. Something was wrong with Alaric. She was sure of it.

When the bell finally rang, signaling the end of class, Nicolette hesitated, watching Alaric as he gathered his things at the front of the room. His movements were stiff, mechanical, like his mind was elsewhere. Maybe Elena hadn’t noticed, but Nicolette had. And she wasn’t about to ignore it.

Nicolette walked up to Alaric, her expression tight with concern. "Why didn’t you come home last night? Where were you? I was worried."

Alaric glanced at her with a half-hearted smile. "I met a friend from college," he said casually, like it was no big deal. "We went to a bar, had a few too many drinks. You can probably guess the rest—I crashed at his place."

Nicolette frowned. She didn’t buy it, not for a second. Something felt off, and it wasn’t just his story. He was hiding something. "Why didn’t you call?" she pressed, her voice a little sharper now.

Alaric chuckled softly, a sound that felt wrong coming from him. "I was too drunk to even think about it. I apologize, Nicolette. I promise I’ll call next time."

His words sounded right, but his tone didn’t. She wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t have time to dig deeper. English class was starting soon. "I have to go," she muttered. "See you at home after school?"

"Eh, probably not right after school, but I’ll come by as soon as I can," he replied, his voice overly casual.

Nicolette’s frown deepened. "Any exciting plans?"

"Just meeting up with some old buddies," he said, flashing her a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

"Okay… see you later, then," she said, walking away reluctantly, her gut still telling her something was wrong. But she couldn’t put her finger on it.

What Nicolette didn’t realize was that it wasn’t Alaric she had just spoken to. It was Klaus—the ruthless original vampire. The one they had been dreading for months. He had come. And now, he was closer than ever.

Nicolette couldn’t shake the unease that had settled over her. All day at school, her mind kept circling back to Alaric. Something was off, and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. His excuse, his strange behavior—it didn’t add up. She shared her concerns with Stefan and Bonnie during lunch, hoping they’d feel it too.

But they didn’t.

Stefan had given her a reassuring smile, his tone calm as always. "Nicolette, you’re overthinking this. You know Alaric. He’d never do anything to hurt you."

Bonnie had chimed in, her voice equally soothing, but with a slight edge of concern for her. "You’ve been through a lot lately. Maybe the constant craziness in this town is just getting to you. Making you paranoid."

Nicolette wanted to believe them, but something in her gut told her this was different. Was it really so far-fetched that a vampire hunter, who now posed as her uncle, would keep secrets from his five-hundred-year-old vampire fake niece? In their world, trust was a fragile thing. And right now, hers was fraying.

Throughout the day, every time they crossed paths in the hallways, their eyes met. Normally, this wasn’t unusual; they shared a silent understanding, a bond forged through survival. But today, the way he looked at her was different. There was something in his gaze—something dark and guarded, as if he was trying to hide something behind his eyes.

Nicolette’s chest tightened each time. It was Alaric, or at least it looked like him. But the man staring back at her wasn’t the Alaric she knew. She just didn’t know how to prove it. Not yet.

After school, Nicolette headed straight home, trying to distract herself from the gnawing feeling in her chest. She buried herself in homework, studying, even cleaning and cooking dinner—anything to occupy her mind. But nothing worked. Her thoughts always circled back to Alaric, to the strange, unshakable feeling that something was terribly wrong.

By 9 p.m., he still hadn’t come home. With a sigh, she decided to take a shower, hoping the warm water might soothe her nerves. After washing her hair and changing into her nightgown, she headed to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of bourbon to calm herself. The familiar burn slid down her throat as she poured herself a second glass and grabbed a blood bag from the fridge.

Settling into the living room, she tried to lose herself in a book, her eyes scanning the pages though her mind was elsewhere. She was ready to wait, as long as it took.

It was around 11 p.m. when the front door finally creaked open. Nicolette's heart skipped a beat as Alaric stepped inside. He paused for a moment, his eyes trailing over her, lingering on the thin fabric of her nightgown before he walked over and sat down beside her.

"What are you still doing up?" he asked casually, though his gaze was too focused, his voice a bit too relaxed.

"I was waiting to see if you were going to show," Nicolette replied, her tone edged with frustration.

"Don’t be like that," he said, nudging her playfully, but she didn’t laugh.

"Alaric, you’re acting different," she said, her voice tense. "It’s freaking me out. What is going on?"

He sighed and stood up, walking over to the counter where he poured himself a glass of bourbon. Without a word, he filled her glass again before sitting back down next to her. For a moment, he was quiet, his eyes distant.

"The friend I met," he began, his voice low. "The last time we saw each other, I was still married to Isobel. Seeing him again… it just brought back a lot of memories. I don’t know…"

His words trailed off, but the sadness in his eyes was unmistakable. Nicolette’s grip tightened around her glass. She wanted to believe him, to trust that this was just a moment of vulnerability. But something still felt off. This wasn’t the Alaric she knew. Not fully.

"Memories or not," she whispered, "you’re still hiding something."

But as the silence stretched between them, she couldn’t decide if she wanted to hear the truth—or if it would be worse than the lie.

"Look, I’m sorry," Nicolette began, her voice softening, though her concern lingered. "I know you miss Isobel. I can’t even imagine how hard it must be… when the woman you love turns into an evil vampire, and you have to lie to everyone, pretend she’s dead. But you have Jenna now. Remember Jenna? The woman you're crazy in love with?"

Alaric smiled, but the smile barely reached his eyes. There was something hollow about it, something that didn’t sit right.

"You should go to sleep, Nicolette," he said, his tone shifting. "You’ve got school tomorrow."

She rolled her eyes, leaning back into the couch. "Don’t pull the fake uncle card on me. I’m like 15 times your age," she said with a half-smirk, trying to lighten the mood, though the unease still weighed on her.

"True," Alaric said with a chuckle, but his demeanor remained distant. "But don’t come crying to me when you're tired tomorrow." He stood up, his movements smooth, almost too controlled. "I’m going to bed."

Then, before she could respond, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. It was a sweet gesture, something comforting—but also something he'd never done before. That tiny, affectionate act made her heart race, but not in the way it should have. It felt wrong.

Nicolette sat there, frozen, watching as Alaric—if it really was him—disappeared down the hallway. The kiss, the gentle touch... that wasn’t him. Not the Alaric she knew.

She lingered in the living room for a while longer, nursing the last of her bourbon, her thoughts spiraling. Nothing about him felt right anymore. The way he looked at her, the excuses, even his smile—it all felt like a carefully crafted mask.

Eventually, she went back to her bedroom, but sleep didn’t come easily. She tossed and turned, haunted by the nagging feeling that the man living under her roof wasn’t Alaric at all. Something, or someone, else had taken his place. And whatever it was, she feared the truth might be worse than she imagined.

Chapter 2

[elenaxthompson]

━ INTRODUCING ELENA THOMPSON

full name. elena thompson

nickname(s). ellie (only by her parents), lena

age. 35 (turning 36 in a week)

birthdate. september 13th, 1988

occupation. publishing agent

sexual orientation. bisexual

currently living in. masonboro

gender. cis female

pronouns. she/her

hometown. wilmington

length of time in Wilmington. up until 19, and then she was on/off until a week ago

face claim. meghann fahy

connections. // pinterest.

trigger warnings ; familiar death

tldr;

elena thompson is a wilmington native, she's 36 years old and works as a publishing agent for a firm in new york city. she's currently in wilmington nursing a broken heart and just in need of some TLC. she's the daughter of the former mayor in wilmington who had been murdered all those years ago. she's a pretty bubbly individual unless she's crossed in which case she can be a vindictive bitch in moments. she's very aware of how self-sufficient she can be but girl has problems always going after the wrong partners in life and thinks she's better off alone so isn't really looking for anything long term anymore, much to her mother's annoyance. her career is definitely her biggest feat in life and she feels most satisfied when she's working.

BIOGRAPHY;

Elena was one of two children born to Robert and Melanie Thompson. She was born on a crisp fall day; her mother swearing that she had the quickest most painless labour with her. She was the apple of their eye and for the first couple of years had a very happy childhood. Of course all that changed when she was introduced to her new half-brother Rhys—a product of an one night stand her father had embarked on. This made her mother quite resentful and Elena can still remember the fights they had every single night when Robert had taken his son in. It was a conflicting time even for her despite her being only three. She understood she had a brother and while she had attempted to treat him like she did her other sibling--it was clear that it wasn’t reciprocated at all.

Elena decided to do as she was seeing and keep distance between them, watching how Rhys was getting almost second-class treatment in the home. She didn’t exactly agree with it but she was too young to make a difference. And in her mind—he hated her so why should she try? 

When her father passed, Elena’s world truly shifted because she'd been so close to the former mayor of their town, always wanting to be with her Daddy from a very young age until he was gone. It had left a bitter taste in her mouth for the general law enforcement in Wilmington, unsure of why they couldn’t figure out who had murdered her father? Her life from that point onwards was a little more different. She didn’t smile as much, she didn't like to socialize as much with strangers ,choosing instead to keep her circle small. Her circle of course consisted of Nicole Martin, a family friend who grew to be a best friend…up until the other woman starter dating Elena's half brother. It irked her to no end because she could see her friend making excuses to not hang out with Elena, or just not being around for her and instead choosing to spend all her time with that dreaded half brother. 

It also ended up leaving a foul taste in her mouth and she tried to distance herself as well, graduating from high school with no immediate plans. This was unlike her because as a child she'd wanted nothing more than to be like her father but post his death—that idea seemed bleak. Her mother too didn’t think it was a wise decision and so Elena attended UNCW for a few months before deciding it wasn’t for her. Instead she had the grades and the money—which meant her enrolment happened without issue at Yale University. 

That was precisely where she thrived. She made tons of friends and was at the top of most of her classes. Once she graduated, she ended up moving to New York, interning at a top publishing firm and from there—her career was on a steadfast way up. She lived in Brooklyn with a roommate and was living the life she’d only dreamed of. Of course pushing all thoughts of Wilmington behind was impossible and she made frequent trips back home to see her mother.

Elena found love in various times of her life, sometimes love that proved to be toxic, and sometimes love that was incredibly heartwarming. The last relationship she had was a special one but when she found out he was cheating on her with her best friend—it had sent her spiralling. Her work suffered, her friendships all suffered and she found herself not seeing the magic in the New York lights anymore. 

This is what brought her back to Wilmington, needing to seek the comfort of her mother’s arms around her and the familiarity of a place she once was the happiest in. It’s been only about a week since she’s returned home and she has no idea how long it’ll be before she finds her footing. But so far her firm is letting her work remotely and so she’s trying to keep up with that the best that she can. 

[timaeuslover001]

Dr. Olivia Octavius Headcanon (AU)

Born and raised in California, Los Angeles August 8th, 1957

adopted by a second generation Mexican American Family as a baby (stretch you imagination for a bit, I know im fooling with actual legal history here but bear with me lol)

her mother had trouble having chicken for a few years and prayed every dat for them but she felt like she should adopt and ws drawn Olivia.

her mother Elena was a Sundays school teacher and a homemaker and her father worked in construction

she was a happy active and outgoing girl. she could never have her hair done for long it aways came out messed up from her being outide and playing and digging up dirt.

she was tested for being gifted and passed and got transferred to a gifted school for kids her

she learned how to surf and loved being outside and nature and always caught butterflies in the summer.

she was teased for her hair, height, glasses and her parents heritage and got into fights and even a few fist fights but she never let it get to her and built her confidence from it.

the boys however thought she was cute when she got older and flirted with her and that was another reason to hate her.

she skipped grades and finished under Gard school quickly.

she eventually applied to MIT at 19 years old and didn't get in her first year but applied the following year and got it.

she after her first year she didn't think would come back to New York because there was hardly any attire and was surrounded by building and after her first winter ever, she was sure shed be gone by summer time but Norman convinced her to stay.

There she met norman osborn after overhearing a conversation him and dr stromm were having and the next day struck up a close friendship with her and Dr stromm and lasted ever since.

She taught Norman to salsa and she would always make him laugh

she and dr stromm encouraged him in his support of oscorp

Norman ended up convincing Olivia to speed through school and get their doctorate degree. Which they did , they graduated with a doctorate at 22

over time she fell in love with him hard but by the time she felt the need to tell him n, he had met someone else named Emily Lyman

Olivia met Emily a few times and didn’t see any glaring reason why they shouldn’t be together not to mention she was always “busy” or our partying but soon she’ll come to realize how that would hurt Norman in the end.

Olivia over the years tried to give advice to Norman on dating but his insecurities would just talk a little bit louder and he end up making the same mistakes. Until after so many heartbreaks and lies , he just became bitter over dating. After his last and final broken engagement, with a woman who was actually genuine, due to her not wanting to sign a prenup, he just reigned to the fact that “marriage isn’t for him” . And stayed a confirmed bachelor.

at 40 years old she left the Company to start her own. Norman was heartbroken a bit but knew she ha dreams of her own to pursue and they always talked abut her dreams as well and he was more than happy to support her.

Norman made sure he was the first one to donate to her company of 100 million dollars.

she moved her company to upstate New York, where she built a home as well and feels like she can "breathe"

[oftatteredwings]

⸻  CHRIS EVANS. HE/HIM / have you ever heard of RUNNING AWAY FROM LOVE by taylor locke, well, it describes RHYS TAYLOR to a tee! the forty year old, and PAEDIATRICIAN was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say HE is more cocky or more INTELLIGENT instead? anyway, they remind me of being awoken to the sound a rooster, early morning rugby matches, a cold pint of beer, dirt under his finger nails and a cheeky grin he hopes will solve any dilemma, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! 

time in notting hill ; 12 years.

tw: injury

ABOUT.

Name: Rhys Taylor Nicknames: None Age: Forty Date of Birth: 2nd February 1983 Birthplace: Llanbedrog, Wales, UK Occupation: Paediatrician Romantic/Sexual Orientation: Biromantic/bisexual

Was born and raised in the little village of Llanbedrog in North Wales to two loving parents, Helena and David. Rhys has three brothers, one older and two younger.

He spent most of his childhood years causing chaos and getting muddy on the family farm or the beach.

When he hit high school he became kind of obsessed with rugby and decided early on he wanted to play for Wales, to take them to the World Cup in his twenties. Unfortunately an accident in his final year of high school that left him with several broken bones and unconscious meant that he had to rethink his whole plan.

It didn’t take long for a thirst to escape to take over and he started applying for colleges overseas. Finally he was accepted to New York Medical College and he made the move without a second thought. That’s where his life really began.

He drank his way through his first year. Hangovers became part of the daily routine, as did waking up next to people he barely recognised.

By 3/4 of the way through his second year he finally began to focus and chose to specialise in paediatrics.

Relationships really didn’t happen for him, but he was extremely good at lapping up any attention he got. Man-whore really is a very kind way of putting it.

At twenty-five he found himself with a job at Morgan Stanley Children’s Hospital in Manhattan. He loved it, seemed to thrive there and for over three years, too. But then he grew restless and after a years debate, decided that perhaps a move somewhere else was on the cards. He made the decision to head back to the UK again, picking up a job at a private hospital in London.

Only days after moving, he received a phone call out of nowhere telling him that he was a dad. No other explanation, that was it, that’s all he got. She was already five, the product of a long standing friends with benefits arrangement with a woman in his forth year. It didn’t take much for him to fall in love with Elena once he hopped a flight back to the States, spending several days with her.

As soon as he was back in London, he set about doing his home up. Her existence really gave him something to focus on.

It was always going to be difficult, him living back home in the UK again, but they have somehow made it work these past twelve years. She visited over the holidays and now she’s a lot older things just work.

His life in London has come on leaps and bounds, being the paediatric lead now. Although there’s one thing he still can’t quite work out... and that’s his love life. Maybe one day, but mostly he spends his days running from anything serious. For some reason the words ‘I love you’ have always terrified him.

HEADCANONS.

Rhys is a major “lad”. He’ll spend night after night at the bar drinking beer, playing pool, watching sports on the big screen tv.

Upon moving to Notting Hill and having more space he started to create a bit of a backyard farm —- his city farm as he likes to call it. His rooster, Buddy, frequently wakes up the neighbours and he has a kind of love/hate relationship with them because of it. He also has three hens, a pig and a goat. Oh, then there’s the cat, Storm, who moved over from NYC with him. He loves him, even though he’s a very old man now.

Absolutely loves to garden. When he’s not in the back tending to the animals, you can usually find him elbow deep in dirt in his tiny front garden instead.

He’s still a major man-whore and it probably won’t change any time soon. He just doesn’t seem to be able to turn it off.

Despite his casualness with romantic relationships, etc. he’s a very fierce friend and cares deeply for everyone he’s close to. He’d do absolutely anything for them.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

- siblings; one slightly older brother & two younger brothers. - mother of elena/ex-fwb from nyc. - exes he’s run out on in nyc & london. - old nyc housemate. - past hook-ups, fwb, ons. - current fwb. - close friends. - guys he plays rugby with. - drinking buddies. - work connections. - running buddies.

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family

leila   is   part   of   a   very   large   family.   

her   mother   ,   bianca  ,   is   a   lawyer   and   mother   of   three.   she's   the   only   one   in   the   family   who   calls   leila   by   her   name.   her   father   owns   and   runs   a   bakery.   he   always   calls   leila   by   her   middle   name   or   some   variation   of   it  ,   because   that's   what   he   wanted   to   name   her.   the   two   of   them   dated   for   five   years ,   starting   at   around   twenty-five   and   marrying   at   around   thirty.   they   live   in   south   jersey.

elena   was   born   five   years   later   and   was   planned.   she   is   seven   years   older   than   leila  ,   who   was   unplanned.   she's   the   mother   of   two   :   a   four-year-old   girl   named   bianca  ,   like   her   grandmother  ,   and   a   two-year-old   name   victoria.   

elena   has   been   married   twice.   first   to   her   high   school   sweetheart   ,   lucas   smith  ,   a   police   officer   who   is   the   father   of   bianca.   he   became   a   police   officer   while   elena   went   to   nursing   school.   they   dated   all   through   college   and   got   married   when   they   were   twenty-three.   unfortuantely  ,   they   slowly   started   to   fall   out   of   love.   in   a   desperate   attempt   to   save   their   marriage  ,   they   opened   it.   elena   met   a   man   named   bruce   when   she   was   twenty-five    ,   and   decided   that   opening   their   marriage   wasn’t   the   best   way   to   save   it.   she   and   bruce   stayed   friends   while   she   and   lucas   decided   to   have   a   child.   bianca   was   born   when   her   parents   were   twenty-seven.   they   split   on   bianca’s   first   birthday.   shortly   thereafter   ,   elena   got   pregnant   with   bruce’s   child.   bruce   jones   is   elena's   second   and   current   husband  ,   the   father   of   two-year-old   victoria.   he   and   elena   have   been   married   for   one   year  ,   after   victoria   was   born.   he's   a   middle   school   teacher.   he ,   lucas  ,   and   elena   are   all   friends   and   live   in   pennsylvania.

alphonse   is   the   youngest   one  ,   another   unplanned   child   nine   years   after   leila.   they   used   to   be   close.   leila   had   been   very   protective   of   him  ,   to   the   point   where   alphose   would   say   he   had   one   older   sister   and   two   mothers.   his   first   word   was   “   lee ,   ” and   it   became   a   nickname   for   leila. 

notes:

leila   was   very   close   with   lucas   ;   she   thought   of   him   as   an   older   brother.

leila   has   not   met   elena’s   new   husband   ,   but   knows   he   exists.

leila   has   also   not   met   victoria.

she   hasn’t   seen   any   of   her   family   members   in   at   least   four   years   ,   due   to   moving   away   to   study   in   seattle.

she   hasn’t   talked   to   her   family   in   two   years   ,   because   her   husband   matthew   cut   off   all   interaction   with   them.

only   her   mother   and   father   know   about   her   mental   breakdown.   when   she   was   released   from   the   mental   hospital   ,   christian   grey   had   them   on   the   phone   to   make   the   transition   easier.   it   had   the   opposite   effect   ,   and   nearly   had   her   readmitted.

lucas   ,   bruce   ,   and   elena   call   leila   “   lee   ”   because   alphonse's   nickname   stuck.

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should’ve asked you first ~ jeremy gilbert;the vampire diaries

word count: 1962

request?: no

description: when her friend becomes a last minute stand in for her shitty date, she realizes she should’ve went to him first

pairing: jeremy gilbert x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

“Psst, Caroline.” The blonde looked over her shoulder at me. “Have you seen Kyle?”

Her face screwed up in disgust. “Gross, no. Why would I want to see him?”

I sighed and turned back to my own vanity mirror. A day ago, I would’ve argued with Caroline over her reaction to Kyle. He seemed really sweet when we had been talking earlier that week. I knew he had a reputation of being a fuckboy, but he didn’t actually seem that bad. He even agreed to go to the Founder’s Day Gala with me.

But now the day was here, but Kyle was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t answering his texts, he kept sending me straight to voicemail, and so far no one had even seen him at the Gala. It was evident that he had stood me up, and now I was going to look extremely stupid being the only Miss Mystic Falls nominee with no date.

Elena entered the room, bringing my attention to her. She caught my eye through the vanity mirror and shook her head as if reading my thoughts.

I sighed and tossed the makeup brush I was holding onto my vanity. “I’m pulling out of the Miss Mystic Falls competition.”

Caroline looked over at me quickly. “What?! You can’t!”

“I have to. My escort is MIA.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to pull out of the pageant all together,” Elena said.

“I’m not going out there and look like an idiot because I’m the only contestant without a date.”

Caroline moved over to put an arm around me as Elena came to stand behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. I tried to smile at them, but it was hard to even fake a smile. I was so upset and embarrassed. I had been looking forward to this day for so long, and now I would either have to pull out of the competition, which has never happened before, or I would have to go down there and do that stupid dance on my own.

The door opened again and a young woman poked her head in. “Five minutes till places, ladies.”

I opened my mouth to say I was pulling out of the pageant, but Caroline quickly put a hand over my mouth until the woman had left. I glared at her as she removed her hand.

“You deserve your night in the spotlight,” she said. “Don’t let an asshole like Kyle ruin this for you.”

I wanted to remind her that it was too late for that, but I dropped the subject.

My heart hammered against my chest as we lined up at the top of the long staircase. I was second to last with Elena stood behind me, which gave me way too much time to consider all the worst case scenarios. I could run before I was called; avoid all the embarrassment and still get to be dressed up for even a little while. There was probably fantastic snacks that I could be pigging out on downstairs, and then I could run home before anyone questioned what I was doing.

But, before I could make the decision, I found myself next in line. I grimaced as I prepared to start down the stairs to my embarrassment.

“Miss (Y/F/N), escorted by Jeremy Gilbert.”

My step faltered as I heard the name they called for my escort. I started down the spiral staircase to see Elena’s little brother stood waiting for me. He was very underdressed compared to the other escorts, but he still looked handsome in his maroon button up shirt and his hair swept back from his face.

He extended a hand to me as I reached the bottom of the stairs. “You look beautiful.”

“You too,” I said. “I-I mean handsome. You look handsome.”

He chuckled and took me away to the dancefloor. I was grateful to sweep that awkward encounter under the rug.

As we approached the dancefloor, a realization hit me. “Do you even know the dance?”

“I watched Elena and Stefan practice one night,” he responded. “And when I say ‘practice’, I mean she made him dance for hours.”

I giggled as we took our places and waited for Stefan and Elena to join us. Once they took their places next to us, the music began to play and we started the traditional dance.

As promised, Jeremy was great with the dance. He didn’t falter or stumble even once. He kept eye contact with me the whole time, a small, reassuring smile on his face as we stepped in time with the music. I felt much more confident with him than I had in my practices with Kyle.

When the contactless part ended and we were allowed to touch, Jeremy took one of my hands and pulled me to him. The action made me feel breathless, but it didn’t deter him from taking the lead and gliding around the dancefloor with me. I could see everyone watching us from the corner of my eye, including Elena and Stefan, who were smiling at us.

“How did you switch the names?” I asked Jeremy. “They thought Kyle was escorting me.”

“It wasn’t that hard,” he said with a cocky smirk. “I’ll tell you about it after the dance. I don’t wanna lose focus and step on your toes.”

I playfully rolled my eyes at him.

Once the dance ended, the Miss Mystic Falls nominees were allowed to mingle with the crowd until the winner of the pageant was called. Jeremy escorted me over to the refreshments table and poured me a glass of punch.

“Are you going to tell me how you pulled this off now?” I asked him. “Wait, was it Elena? Did she tell you to do this?”

“No,” he said. “Well, it wasn’t Elena’s idea. She came to me asking if I had seen Kyle and explained that he had stood you up. She said you seemed upset over it. I haven’t seen the jerk around, and any of his friends that are here said they didn’t even know he was coming, so I decided to go to someone who helps run this thing and told them to change the name of your escort to mine.”

“You really didn’t have to do that, Jeremy.”

“I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. It’s not fair for you to have this big day ruined because of some asshole who didn’t even have the decency to tell you he wasn’t coming. You deserve to be here and be excited that you might get Miss Mystic Falls, just like the rest of those girls.”

“Oh, well, I don’t know how hopeful I am for that. I think your sister has it in the bag.”

“I don’t know. If you ask me, I’d say you’re the most beautiful girl here.”

I opened my mouth to say something back, but my words were caught in my throat. I could feel my neck and face heating up, so I quickly hid it by downing the entire glass of punch he had given me and poured myself some more. I was really hoping that I would be able to cool myself off with a second glass.

Jeremy and I had always been friends, even though he was one of my best friend’s little brother and younger than I was. He was one of the nicer guys who lived in Mystic Falls, even when he was taking drugs and mixed up with Vicki Donovan and her crew. Whenever I’d be visiting Elena and Jeremy was also home, I’d find myself drawn into a conversation with him for so long that one of the girls would have to pull me away.

I would say I never saw Jeremy as anything more than a friend, but I knew I’d be lying. There was always a connection between us, but there was also an unsaid rule against dating your friends siblings. Well, for girls anyways. Tyler didn’t seem to care so much when he was dating Matt’s sister. Either way, I tried to keep those feelings for Jeremy hidden. I hadn’t even talked to the girls about them, but it didn’t take long for Bonnie and Caroline to realize how I felt for Jeremy.

“You’d have to be blind not to see you like each other,” Bonnie had said to me one night. “And even then, we can all see it.”

After what he did for me that day, I couldn’t lie: I was absolutely enamored with Jeremy Gilbert, and I knew he felt the same way for me. I couldn’t push down my feelings anymore.

“Are you seeing anyone now, Jeremy?” I asked, testing the waters before I made my move.

“No,” he responded. “No one has really caught my interest since Vicki.”

I tried not to let that deflate my courage. “Really? No one?”

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Well, there is this one girl. She’s older than I am, though. Would never look at me twice in that way.”

“How can you know that for sure if you don’t ask her?”

He looked down at me, his chocolate brown eyes captivating me the moment they met mine. “I guess you’re right.”

One arm had found its way around my waist. I took his glass and placed it aside on the table with mine. We were both closing the gap between us. Our faces were inches apart when someone grabbed my arm and yanked me away.

“Come on! They’re going to announce Miss Mystic Falls!” Caroline exclaimed.

“I thought they waited till the end of the night for that,” I muttered, glaring daggers at Caroline as she dragged me to the stage.

“They bumped it up this year. The votes were casted while we were dancing,” she said. “Don’t worry. You’ll be back to your date in no time.”

She looked over at me and winked before shoving me on stage. I stumbled a little before taking my place next to Elena. Everyone was starting to gather around as we lined up and Mayer Lockwood stood center stage. He started with a little speech that I had tuned out because I was too busy looking at Jeremy, who had been watching me from the moment I got on stage. I couldn’t help but smile at him and try to break away before it became too noticeable, if it hadn’t already.

“It is my honor to announce our own Miss Mystic Falls, Miss Caroline Forbes.”

Caroline’s face lit up with excitement as Elena and I hugged her and congratulated her. Everyone cheered as Caroline stepped up to get the honorary sash and crown.

While everyone was distracted, I quickly slipped from the stage. Jeremy had stepped up to meet me halfway.

“Bummer,” he said with a shrug.

“Not at all actually,” I responded. “I didn’t really want to win. Too much attention and the title doesn’t mean anything to me like it does to Caroline.”

“Well, not a bummer then.”

I giggled and his face seemed to brighten up.

“So,” he said, “where were we?”

I smiled and moved closer to him. “You know, there’s really no reason for me to be here anymore, and both of my parents are here so my place is going to be empty for most of the night.”

The look on Jeremy’s face could only be compared to a kid in a candy store. “Sounds like we should utilize that then.”

“We definitely should.”

Without hesitation, he took hold of my hand and started leading me out of the house. I giggled as we rushed away from the crowd to finally be alone with one another, silently thanking Kyle for being an asshole.

[megiesposts]

Broken Promise

Summary: in which you silently allow your relationship with the salvatore brothers to ride solely on whether they make it home on the promised time

Notes: this’ll maybe be a series cause I kinda have a part two ready and it would Alter how the storyline goes.

Tw//: elena being a b*tch, angst, breakup, happy breakup feelings, relief,

You weren’t normally like this is relationships. You were calm and understanding, but even you had your limits.

You understood that your boyfriends, who were conveniently brothers, had a strange relationship with their ex girlfriend, Elena. She was constantly in trouble, being a supernatural doppelgänger, but they ran to her on their hands and knees- always at her beckoned call.

You were mostly fine with it, but when they started leaving dates, or hangouts, or literally bailing when you were in bed with them, your patience wore thin.

You had talked to them about it once, well tried too. The moment you mentioned her name, Stefen had gotten incredibly apologetic, but Damon got defensive. He called you clingy, and needy, and very quickly got Stefan to turn against you too.

It was then that your silenced your concerns. You were hurt by their accusations, when you hadn’t even accused them of doing anything with her, but even when Stefan tried to formally apologize, it got interrupted by the princess herself.

You didn’t blame her at first, but one day when the three walked into the Salvatore home, after the two had left you once again, the two boys were tearing the house apart, leaving you alone with Elena.

“How does it feel to be second place to me?”

That really stung.

You started to notice all the looks she gave you, ones of jealousy and frustration, but then when your boys would go to her, they would turn evil. The smug smile on her face, it made you want to sacrifice her yourself.

Yet you couldn’t. You didn’t have to trust her not to come onto your boys, you had to trust them to reject her. But they never did.

You were tired, and used, and neglected. Anger, frustration, sadness, it all flowed through your body as you sat on the Salvatore couch, watching the clock on your phone.

They promised. To be home by 7 o’clock.

“7 o’clock sharp.” Was the exact words that Stefan used.

Unbeknownst to them, your entire existence with them rode on this one promise. Both of them were meant to take you out to dinner today, with the exact words I promise in play.

If they were to be even 30 minutes late. You would be out of the house, gone, and likely over state lines by then.

So as 6:30 rolled around, you sat silently. The tick of an old grandfather clock they had was your only company as there was still no sign of either Salvatore.

Then 6:45.

6:50

7:00.

But the time simply kept going. No new sounds of cars pulling up, no footsteps, nothing

7:10.

7:20.

7:30.

8:00.

You sighed as you moved around the house, collecting anything of yours that held meaning, gaining simple clothing that would last you a road trip down to your old friends house where you would be allowed a stay until you found your own place.

You looked around the house one last time before walking out.

No sounds of cars on the road, nothing by the slight whistles of the leaves being ruffled by the wind, a frog or cricket here or there that was doing it’s loud nature called.

You slowly tossed your bag into the backseat of your car, one that had used to be your grandfathers before he died.

Getting into the front seat, you slowly pulled out of the Salvatore drive way.

And the farther you got away the less regret you felt.

Your shoulders slowly loosened as it set it. You were free.

No more jealousy from being second best. No more relying blindly on people who didn’t truly care about you.

No more wondering when they would get home.

You only had yourself… and yet you were content with that.

The silence of your wheels rolling across the cement road was comforting.

As you passed the Mystic falls sign, any and all anger left your body.

Your mind dragged out the sound of your phone now constantly ringing as you got to a sign that very clearly said “Welcome to West Virginia” along with a sign that said, “Virginia State border : 20 Miles.”

The sky was pitch black as the stars shown more clearly. The trees surrounded the nearly dead highways as you pulled into a gas station.

Pulling your card out of the reader, you leaned against your car as the countless voicemails played in the background.

“Y/n- please answer the phone please- I’m sorry we were late it’s just- WHERE ARE YOU?!”

You sighed as the voice changed from Stefan to Damon, clear enough to know that Damon had yanked the phone out of Stefan’s hands.

Countless more messages were labeled with their names.

But one popped up, one you didn’t wish to see anymore than Stefan’s or Damon’s. Elena Gilbert.

Yeah that’s right, her full name was in your phone. There was no specific reason, it just made her contact pop out in an way that made you feel as if you had power over her.

Clicking play on the voicemail, you put it on speaker to listen carefully to the words.

“Hey Y/n, thanks for that note you left on table for me. I mean ‘I can’t do this anymore, I guess Elena wins.’ Really? That was degrading. Anyway, thanks for finally getting out of the way, with Stefan and Damon heartbroken they’ll need a shoulder to cry on. Luckily for them I have two. Let’s be clear and say never come back to Mystic Falls, you never fit in anyway. Bye bye girly, Love you.”

Her voice was so condescending throughout her words you didn’t realize what was happening until your body doubled over, and your dinner from last night spilled straight out of your mouth onto the gas station parking lot.

You groaned at the feeling of small rocks hitting your hands as you fell to your knees, trying your best to stand as you took out the gas pump and hung it back up.

Going inside the station, a random bored teenager working the night register as you bought mouth wash and a travel toothbrush.

You asked for the bathroom key and quickly took care of the taste in your mouth, looking up in the mirror, the anger you though had left was basically brimming your eyes.

You knew that thing one last message to Elena Gilbert needed to count. And so you made sure it did.

Taking her voicemail and sending it straight to your two, now ex- boyfriends. With a simple text to not look for you or contact you again, you called your friend, asking if you could stay a few days at her place as you walked back to the car.

As you pulled off, listening to your drucken friend on the phone ramble about how excited she was to see you and how she missed you after college and high school, you sighed for hopefully the last time tonight. A smile slowly came to your face as you started the last five ours of your drive from Mystic Falls to Toledo, Ohio.

You just prayed that she still allowed you to stay after she woke up from her drucken haze.

So I have this idea that while y/n is in Ohio with her friend, she finds out Kathrine is friends with her friend, and they bond over their hatred for Elena and eventually they actually start going out and become girlfriends what do y’all think

[band--psycho]

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader-If Only You Didn’t Have To Forget

Written for the amazing @sweeterthanthis! Congratulations on hitting such a huge milestone! You totally deserve it!🥳  my prompt was ~You’re beautiful to me because you’re human. Your frailty. Your short years. Your heart. All that suddenly seems more precious than anything I’ve ever known~ (Find it in bold)

I also paired it with this request from @devilsbooksworld

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

TVD Masterlist / Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

Warnings: Toxic relationship, mentions of death, hints of depression

“We’re done, Sean…” Y/n said, desperately trying to keep herself together as she walked away from the man she’d spent years loving.

“You can’t be serious!” Sean shouted, running after her. He grabbed her by the hand roughly, pulling her back to him.

“I can’t be serious? I walked into that party to see your tongue down some random girls throat!” She retorted back, her throat burning as the words left her mouth, her eyes lingering on the corner of his mouth where the red lipstick stain from the other girl was. The rage in Sean’s eyes was undeniable as he moved closer towards her, “I was drunk and if you’d come with me like I asked I would’ve been kissing you instead!” He seethed, his grip on her hand growing tighter.

“That’s such a fucked up thing to think let alone say! I’m your-” with a quivering breath Y/n corrected herself, “I was your girlfriend, that’s not something you do when you’re in a relationship with someone!”

Somehow she’d found the strength to pull out of his tight grip. As she pulled away she saw her ring fall from her hand but at that moment she didn’t care. There were too many emotions filling her head. She wanted to slap him, shout at him, make him feel how he’d made her feel. But as she looked at him, she realised everything her friends had told her about him was true. She’d stood up for him so many times but now she was done. He wasn’t worth it. She needed to get away from him, so with that thought in mind she made her way away from him.

“Where are you going?” Sean shouted after her.

“Home” Y/n replied bluntly, her pace increasing as she heard his footsteps following after her.

“Yknow, no one else is ever gonna want you after this! You’re not even that pretty” Sean hollered after her, “You were lucky to be with me Y/n/n. No ones ever gonna want you when I say what I’ve got to say,” he continued, storming after her as she ran down the road, trying to get away from him.

“I’m gonna make your life a-”

Y/n expected to hear an end to that sentence, but when she turned round, he was gone. Just like that he’d vanished. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she tried to work out where he’d gone but she couldn’t deny the relief that washed over her body knowing he wasn’t chasing after her anymore. She ran a hand through her y/e/c hair before turning round to continue her walk home but as she turned round she saw a figure on the dimly lit street . At first she thought it was Sean but as the figure moved closer towards her, she realised it wasn’t Sean.

“Hello, Y/n,” the man said, his British accent catching her off guard. Her eyebrows furrowed again as she tried to work out who he was and  how he knew her name. She knew she wouldn’t forget someone as good looking as the man in front of her.

“Don’t worry, love, he won’t be bothering you again,” he soothed, his thumb wiping away a red mark from the side of his mouth. The way the nickname rolled off his tongue was enough to distract Y/n for a few seconds but then she realised that that mark on the corner of his mouth was blood. She mentally cursed herself as realisation dawned on her, this man was a vampire. A vampire who probably just killed her now ex boyfriend...

“Who are you?” Y/n asked, avoiding all eye contact with the man in front of her. Of course the one night she

“Oh yes, you haven’t seen me like this,” he paused for a second as a small smirk tugged at the side of his mouth, “I’m Klaus Mikaelson.”

Shit. That’s what Y/n thought when she heard the name fall from his lips. Her eyes darted to her hand before she remembered that she’d left her ring at the party. Typical. She thought to herself a small sigh falling from lips. She’d heard of Klaus. He was an original vampire...who wanted to kill Elena for some sort of weird  sacrifice.

“You’re the original vampire that wants to kill my friends…” Y/n stated, Klaus’ eyes almost beamed with pride as she said those words, “Where’s Sean?”

His eyes widened slightly, surprised by the concern that was on her voice, “Your pathetic ex is perfectly fine, I just needed a snack,” he began, his tongue slipping out of his mouth to lick his lower lip. It was such a simple action yet Y/n couldn’t deny the way her core ached when he did it. She managed to keep her composure as he continued to talk,”And as for your first point...there’s a reason I want to kill the doppelgänger,”

“Oh I’m well aware of your reasons,” Y/n scoffed, trying to brush off her growing arousal for the man in front of her.

“So what are you gonna do to me?” She asked, her voice strong and unwavering.

“Pardon?” A confused look was visible in both of their eyes.

“Well considering who you are and who my friends are I assume you’re gonna do something to me,”

“So what’re you gonna do? Kill me, compel me to hurt or kill my friends, turn me into a vampire?” She asked, noticing the look of confusion that was growing in Klaus’ eyes as he stared at her, “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Because you’ve listed things that would terrify a normal human, yet you don’t seem scared at all,” Klaus replied, the confusion in his eyes turning into something else. A look of both adoration and worry. He couldn’t help but admire how brave she was. But it also saddened him slightly, she was so young and nothing that she listed seemed to scare her. He couldn’t help but wonder what her life had been like, had she always been this courageous or was it something that had happened recently.

“One of my best friends is dating a vampire, who also has a vampire brother, my other best friend is a vampire, the other is a witch and I’m human. Sooner or later something like this was bound to happen,” Y/n explained, snapping him out of his thoughts. He sent her a small smile,  “I’m not going to hurt you, I think you’ve been through enough tonight,” he soothed, reaching out to put a strand of her y/c/h behind her ear.

Y/n shuffled quickly away from his touch but his fingertips managed to brush against her skin, making her blush slightly. She shook her head, snapping herself back to reality now.

“Like you even care, you’re a psychotic original vampire, why would you care about me and what I’ve been through?”

“Because despite what most people think, I have a heart,” he answered back and when Y/n looked into his eyes all she saw was honesty, of course that could all be apart of his facade, “I see the pain in your eyes...it’s almost like you want to die,”

“I don’t want to, I’m just not scared of dying. It’s gonna happen one day,” she answered candidly and although her answer took her by surprise, it was the truth. Y/n wasn’t stupid. She knew the risks of being friends with who she’s friends with. It put a target on her back and unlike the majority of people in the group she had no way to defend herself nor anyone to really protect her. She was one of the least important people in the group and she knew it, she’d accepted her fate a long time ago. It was just a matter of time.

“That is a dark outlook for someone as beautiful as you to have on life,”

“It’s a realistic outlook to have given the world I’m living in, and I’m not beautiful,” She snapped, pushing past him slightly in an attempt to hide the blush that was frowning on her cheeks.

“You are,” he cooed, grabbing her hand lightly unlike Sean had.

“You’re beautiful,” he repeated, moving closer towards her, his hand stroking soothing circles on her knuckles.

“How could a vampire who’s a thousand years old think that I’m beautiful? I’m a human-“ Y/n began, trying not to think about how his touch made the butterflies in her stomach swarm and made her heart do somersaults.  

“You’re beautiful to me because you’re human. Your frailty. Your short years. Your heart,” Y/n hadn't noticed how close her and Klaus were until she felt his warm breath on her lips. That alone was enough to make all the words she’d planned on saying vanish from her mind. “All that suddenly seems more precious than anything I’ve ever known,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper as he glanced down momentarily at Y/ns lips. He could see the fight she was having with herself mentally but he couldn’t resist her any longer. Within seconds his hands were on her waist, pulling her closer to him as he connected their lips. The kiss was much more gentle than Y/n had expected but no less passionate and it set off an explosion in her heart that she’d never felt when she’d kissed someone. It was the type of kiss that she’d only ever read about in stories. Klaus’ lips moulded against hers perfectly, like they were made for her and only her. Although part of her mind was telling how wrong all of this was, she couldn’t help but melt into the kiss. She knew this was wrong. He was the enemy. He was planning on killing her friends. But she couldn’t deny the way her heart burst when he pushed her up against a nearby wall. instinctively she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. Being with him like this felt like nothing she’d ever experienced. It felt so...so right. She felt like she could stay in this moment forever, getting drunk off the taste of his lips.

Neither of them had any idea how long they’d been kissing for but it was long enough to leave both of them panting slightly for air as they pulled away from the kiss, both of their minds caught up with the situation. Klaus knew what was racing through Y/ns mind, it was obvious, but he was also plagued by his own demons. He didn’t want to stop kissing her, he could’ve done it all night long if she’d let him. A small sigh left his lips as he rested his forehead against hers, momentarily glancing into her y/e/c orbs, almost getting lost in them as he imagined all the things that could be between them. But as he closed his eyes, realisation dawned on him. He knew what he had to do. He couldn’t be selfish with her, he was a monster to some but there was something about her that he just wanted to protect and protecting her, meant doing the very thing that would crush his heart. A shaky breath left Klaus’ lips as he pulled away from Y/n slightly, one of his hands moving to her chin, his finger tilting her head up, forcing those y/e/c orbs that first caught his attention to look up at him.

“Now, you are going to go home, call your friends and tell them what happened between you and Sean. You won’t remember talking to me but I truly hope you start to see the beauty in life again, you’re too young to not enjoy everything life has to offer.”  And just like that he vanished so Y/n wouldn’t see him. He watched her as she made her way home, a single tear running down his cheek as he watched her go further and further away from him.

Maybe in another universe, things could be different and he’d be able to show her how beautiful she truly was in his eyes. He’d be able to treat her the way she deserved to be treated. But alas, that was not this world and despite the way she made him feel, she had to forget everything that had happened. Klaus wasn’t stupid, he knew that her friends would use her to get to him and he couldn’t let her go through anymore pain.

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can i request a fic with stefan where the reader loses her memories (like stefan did in s5) so stefan takes her out to all the places that are special to their relationship and he tells her all about how they used to date and how she loved him and all and then at the end she kisses him ❤️

if not that's okay! have a good day and make sure to drink some water ❤️❤️

okay ill be honest i dont remember anything of tvd from season 4 and on bc it was just so boring to me but YES I CAN DK THIS. and thank you! i hope you have a good day, and hydrate too <33 mwah!

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warnings / includes - mild language, crying, sad stefan, kissing, eating and food, talk about sex. oh and youre a vampire and grew up w stefan and damon :)) and you’ve been dating stefan ever since you two turned into vampires and you two have been married for 50 years! (yay) . not really edited

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“can’t you just do your voodoo magic and fix her?”

“that’s not how it works, damon.”

“well, it works whenever elena needs it. just admit it, you don’t like y/n.”

“i do! this is just more complicated -”

“bullshit! i know you don’t know her very well, but we’ve known her since she was born. she’s my best friend and the love of my brother’s life, who, by the way, is about to go into a frenzy if you don’t fix her!”

“i’m trying! but whatever those traveler’s did, i don’t think i can reverse it.”

“argh!” damon growled, putting his hands under a table and ripping it up.

“okay, you need to calm down,” bonnie said. “throwing a fit won’t help.”

“well, i can’t just stand here and watch her die!”

“she’s not dying, she’s just asleep. the doctor said she will wake up soon.”

“oh, as if the doctor knows anything,” damon muttered.

“she actually knows a lot, and we’ll give her the treatments the doctor recommends before we try any magic.”

damon sighed, running his hands over his face. he looked over to you, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. he walked over to you, holding your hand in his.

“please wake up, y/n. please.”

it seemed as damon’s wishes were granted. your eyes fluttered open, a soft groan filled your throat as you tried to move your head back and forth. you peered at bonnie and damon, brows furrowing.

“who are you? and why-why are you holding my hand? get away from me!” you hissed, barring your fangs.

“well, she definitely knows she a vampire,” damon muttered.

bonnie ignored him, coming over to you tentatively. “hey, y/n. do you know who i am?”

“no. i-i want to go home. where am i? why-why does this look so strange? hospitals at home don’t look like this,” you gasped as you looked around your room.

“is she still stuck in the 1800s?” bonnie asked.

“let’s see. uh, y/n, what’s the date?” damon asked.

“1866, right?” you guessed.

“oh, shit,” damon muttered.

“what’s wrong?” you frowned. “y/n, you’re in the 21st century. it’s 2013,” bonnie explained.

your eyes bugged out of your head. “what? how-how can this be? you’re lying! you’re some witch! katherine warned me that you would try to trick me. who are you with? wha-what do you want from me?!”

“okay, crazy pants,” damon sighed. “do you know who i am?” he asked.

you took a good, hard look. “you look familiar… like you’re from a dream.”

“good, good, but do you know my name?”

your brain scrambled for the answer, but it all came up was blank.

“no, i’m sorry.”

“well, crap,” damon muttered. “what if we get stefan? he’s been her boyfriend for like, a hundred and fifty years. plus, they’ve been married for 50. she’s got to remember him,” bonnie suggested.

“yeah, okay,” damon nodded. “go and get him. i’ll stay with her.”

“why don’t i stay with her, and you go get stefan. you might irritate her enough to make her snap your neck,” bonnie snorted.

“fine. i’ll be back in a second. try to use your powers on her,” damon asked.

“no. now go,” bonnie shooed away damon.

he left, zooming through the halls to go and find his brother. meanwhile, bonnie went to sit next to you, taking your hand in hers.

“what are you doing. i said don’t touch me,” you hissed.

“what is your name?” bonnie asked.

“y/n,” you said. “what’s your full name?” she asked.

“y/n l/n,” you answered. “why are you asking me this? do you think i do not know my name?”

“no, no. i just…” bonnie sighed. “what’s your mother’s name?”

“louise,” you said. “and your father’s?” bonnie asked.

“martin. and before you ask, my sister and brother’s names are anna and christopher. are you studying me or something? oh, my… i-i swear i’m not dangerous. i don’t feed on people. not usually, anyways. please, spare me. if you want a real vampire, catch katherine pierce. her real name is katerina petrova. or klaus mikaelson, his whole family needs to be killed. please, i -”

“i’m not going to kill you. no one is going to kill you. and katherine is already dead,” bonnie explained.

“oh, really? well, then ignore what i said about her."

bonnie smiled a little. “it’s alright. do you remember anything that’s happened in the last 24 hours?”

“no, i’m sorry. i must ask again, where am i?” you questioned.

“well, you’re in 2013. about one hundred and forty-nine years from when you were turned into a vampire. that man who was here is damon salvatore. he’s been your best friend ever since you were born. you grew up together, and he turned you into a vampire. i’m bonnie bennett. i am… i have a sort of friendship with damon. i’m a witch from the bennett line. i am here to help you. we’re friends, too, actually.”

“oh,” you pursed your lips. “i’m sorry i don’t remember you. i think i remember one of your family members, though… emma, ella, em-”

“emily, yeah,” bonnie smiled. “well, it’s good to know i’m in good company,” you sighed.

“yes, you are. oh, and there’s one more person i forgot to mention. he’s damon’s brother, stefan. he’s your -”

“y/n!”

your head snapped to the door. a handsome young man stepped into the room, worrying filing his features.

“hello?” you frowned.

“it’s me, stefan. you’re husband,” the man said.

your eyes widened. “i-i- excuse me? my husband? i didn’t know i was-” your breath hitched as you saw the ring on your finger. it was a beautiful silver ring with a blue jewel in the middle, stefan and your name carved in the middle of it.

“oh,” you gasped.

“do you remember me?” he asked, coming closer to you.

you looked back up at him, furrowing your brows as you tried to remember. you shook your head in disappointment. “no, i’m sorry. i wish i could. what happened to me that i can’t remember my own husband?"

“travelers took your memory,” bonnie answered. “travelers? l-like the evil witches?” you guessed.

“yes, precisely,” bonnie nodded.

“well, can you get back my memories? you’re a witch, right?” you asked her.

“exactly! that’s what i was saying. i’m so glad someone gets it!” damon exclaimed.

“i-i’m sorry, who are you again?” you frowned. “damon. i’m damon salvatore. the best salvatore, and your best friend,” he grinned.

“oh, right - damon. and you’re uh, you’re bonnie, correct?” you turned to the brunette.

“i am,” bonnie nodded.

“and you’re…“ you turned to stefan.

hope was shining in his dazzling green eyes. his lips were pulled into a frown, his brows furrowed as tears clouded his eyes.

“you’re stefan! my, uh, my husband whom i can’t remember. i’m so sorry, again.”

“it’s okay,” he sighed. “you just woke up. you’ll probably remember later.”

“yes,” you nodded, “that’s probably it.”

just then, the doctor came in. she checked you out, telling you that you had to stay in the hospital one more night before you could be discharged. after she left, damon, bonnie, and stefan made up a plan.

“i can’t just put her memories back. i don’t have any access to them,” bonnie said.

“can’t you just pull them out of the air or something?” damon asked.

“magic doesn’t work like that, damon,” bonnie glared.

“what if we take her to all her favorite places? places she’s been to lots of times,” stefan suggested.

“yes! that is a great idea, except for the fact that she thinks she’s in the 1800s and most things that were there have been torn down or rebuilt!” damon seethed.

“well, then what else are we supposed to do, damon! we can’t just sit here and hope that her memories will come back. what if they never do!” stefan yelled.

“shut up you two! you’re scaring her!” bonnie hit both of them, then pointing to you.

both of the salvatore’s face softened as they saw your eyes wide with fear.

“look, she doesn’t know you two yet. she doesn’t trust you two. she literally thought we were going to capture her for being a vampire. we need to just take it easy and gain her trust, which won’t be hard, i hope. but i think that stefan’s idea is great. and stefan, you should be the one to do it. you deserve to build the strongest bond with her and to spend the most time with her,” bonnie explained.

stefan smiled at her gratefully. “thank you, bonnie.”

“of course, stefan,” she smiled back at him.

“what about me! i was her friend before you were even born!” damon poked stefan.

“she was literally a baby, damon. she didn’t even know who you were,” stefan scoffed.

“oh, she did. and she loved playing peek-a-boo with me,” damon huffed.

“well, i’ve been her actual best friend just a few months after she was born. you’ve been like the brother she’s never had,” stefan stated.

“same difference.” damon rolled his eyes.

“b-bonnie?” you stammered.

“yeah, what do you need?” bonnie came over to you immediately.

“um, i need to use the bathroom.” you whispered.

“oh, yeah, of course. gentlemen, please exit the room.” bonnie said to the two men.

“alright. hey, y/n, you hungry? we can get you something to eat,” damon asked.

“yes. i’m famished, honestly. um, can i have some meatloaf, please? with some wine?” you requested.

“um, y/n, i’m afraid to inform you that -” damon started, but stefan cut him off.

“we’ll see what we can find,” stefan said.

“thank you… stefan, was it?” you guessed.

“yeah. it’s stefan,” he smiled. “okay, c’mon, lover boy. the lady needs to use the restroom,” damon grabbed stefan, dragging him out of your room and shutting the door.

bonnie then helped you out of the bed and into the restroom, waiting behind the door until you called for help.

“thank you so much. your kindness is very much appreciated.” you smiled at her as she helped you back to bed.

“it’s not a problem.” bonnie sighed with a smile.

“will you be able to get my memories back?” you asked.

“um… no. not right now, i’m sorry,” bonnie frowned.

“oh, well, it’s alright. maybe it’s for the better. i can’t imagine all the horrible things i must have done to you and your friends,” you laughed sourly.

“what do you mean?” bonnie asked.

“well, i… i overheard you a little when i was waking up. damon said that you didn’t like me much. i don’t blame you, i mean, i can be crass and judgmental, but i’ve changed over the years. i-i think, at least. otherwise i suppose i would be dead from those travelers now. no one wants to help a horrible person,” you explained.

“well, you’re not horrible, at all. for someone who has been with damon for like, almost two hundred years, you’re very kind. you’re also very funny and you try to help people the best you can.”

“oh, thank you,” you smiled shyly. “um… what do you mean about being with damon?”

“oh, he’s just um… not my favorite person to be around is all. you’ll see,” bonnie chuckled.

“i think i have, a little,” you giggled. “but he seems to care a lot about me. i suppose he’s known me since i’ve been born.”

“no, he does. honestly, like stefan said earlier, damon is the older brother you never bad.”

“and stefan, he is supposed to be my best friend and lover?”

bonnie smiled, “yes.”

“can you tell me about stefan? do-do you know him well?” you asked.

“i do, actually. he’s so kind, always wanting to help people and be the best. i swear, he works himself to death trying to be the hero. he’s very level-headed and extremely smart. he’s more mellow than damon, definitely, but he has his funny, savage moments. he’s dealt with a lot of pain in his years, and you’ve been there to experience it all. in fact, he always tells us how you are his light. it’s really sweet. i wish someone talked about me like that.”

heat crept up your neck and you couldn’t help but smile. “well, i understand why i fell in love with him, then.”

bonnie chuckled, “yeah, he’s a great guy. he’s probably more rough around the edges now than he used to be, though.”

“well, that’s what happens when you’ve lived for so long,” you chuckled. “i personally think i’ve softened over the years. i remember when i was a little girl, i used to be so quick and temperamental. my mother always tried to reprimand me, but i had a mind of my own, i guess. or that’s what my father used to say. now that i think about it, i think stefan is the reason why i have changed. he’s seemed to rub off on me.”

“wait, are you starting to get your memory back?” bonnie asked, getting excited.

“no, i’m afraid not. well, not of current things. i just am remembering things about myself. i still don’t remember damon or stefan,” you frowned

“oh, well, it’s okay. you only woke up an hour ago. we’ll give it time.” bonnie patted your arm.

“thank you. you must forgive me, i’ve always had a horrible memory. and now with mine taken away, i probably will be a burden.”

“no, no,” bonnie shook her head. “please, you’re our friend. i’m sorry if damon made it seem like i don’t like you, but i do. we just don’t spend time with each other that much, but we definitely will now.”

“i hope you don’t mind it, then.”

“i definitely don’t, don’t worry.”

you two sat in a comfortable silence, stefan and damon coming back only a few minutes later.

“so, you can’t have any wine, so we got you the next best thing: grape juice. and we also didn’t find any meatloaf, but we did find some spaghetti and meatballs,” damon said, setting it all down on the table.

“oh, thank you two so much.” you smiled. you began to get up, your feet slipping suddenly.

stefan rushed to catch you, his hands going under your arms. your eyes met his immediately, your breath getting caught in your lungs. you fell into a sort of a daze as he lifted you back up on your feet.

“my, you’re handsome,” you muttered.

“thank you. you’re beautiful,” stefan smiled.

your jaw fell open, your eyes widening. “o-oh. did i say that out loud? i am so sorry -”

“no, it’s okay. it was really nice to hear that,” he assured you.

“alright, thank you,” you smiled. “of course. my pleasure.” he let go of you, pulling out a chair.

“so, i say we compel the doctor to let you go home now so we can get this show on the road!” damon announced.

“no, they need to monitor her-”

“she’s a freaking vampire, bonnie!” damon exclaimed in a hushed whisper. he then turned to you. “you feel fine, right?”

“yes. a lot better now that i’ve eaten,” you answered.

damon grinned, clapping his hands. “see? she’s fine. i say we get her into her room and let her sleep in her bed.”

“damon, that’s not-”

“excuse me,” you interrupted stefan, peering at him through your eyes. “if you don’t mind me interjecting, i’d quite like to go home. and damon is right, i am a vampire so besides my memories, my body has healed me completely.”

stefan looked at you for a few moments, sighing before talking again. “yeah, that makes sense. are you sure you’re okay to go home? i mean, you almost slipped -”

“i am okay, stefan,” you smiled. “these floors are quite slippery with these socks on.” you moved your feet to show them.

“right,” he nodded. “okay, well, damon? i assume i can trust you to compel the doctors?”

“on it!” damon grinned, rushing out the door.

“is he always this eager to help?” you asked. “only when it comes to you,” stefan chuckled.

“well, i suppose that’s okay, for now,” you hummed.

“yes. you are our first priority,” stefan smiled.

“oh, please don’t let me ruin your daily routine. like you said, damon likes helping me. he seems to not have anything important to do, anyways, no offense.” you lowered your head sheepishly. “but he can help me while you two go to school and such. do you go to high school still?”

“no, we don’t. well, stefan doesn’t, anyways,” bonnie chuckled. “i’m going to college in the fall.”

“oh, that’s wonderful! i see the women have made lots of improvements. what are you going to study?” you asked.

“research and analysis. it’s not really a study, but that’s what i’m majoring in.”

“wow, you must be so smart, then. good for you. i wish i went to college,” you frowned slightly. “

“you did,” stefan spoke up. “oh? what did i study?” you perked up.

“literature. you went around the world teaching english and literature. part of it was to fit in as a human, but another part was because you always had a passion for it.”

“sounds like me,” you smiled. “i loved reading so much. i remember my mother had to hide my books for when we ate dinner.”

“woah, you’re remembering things now?” damon walked into the toom

“not really. i’m only remembering things about myself and my family.”

“damn,” damon muttered. “it’s alright,” stefan said. “anyways, we good to go?”

“indeed we are. let’s roll,” damon said.

stefan helped you out of your seat. you took out your IV, damon rushing you to his car.

“wow. this is beautiful,” you admired his chevy.

“i know! she’s my pride and joy.” damon sighed happily as he opened the door for you.

“thank you,” you smiled at him. he returned the smile, getting into the passenger seat.

“i’ll drive her home, i-”

“actually, can stefan drive me? i’d like to get to know him more. he is my husband, after all,” you said.

stefan’s chest swelled with happiness, his lips upturning into a bright smile.

“i suppose. don’t total my car,” damon warned stefan.

“no promises,” stefan smirked, getting in the driver’s seat. “you know i’m kidding, right? i won’t crash the car.”

“i know, don’t worry,” you smiled. “great,” stefan breathed out as he started the car.

“this is amazing technology. so much faster than the horses.”

“yep. it’s amazing how far we’ve come.”

you nodded, turning your head to look at him. you looked down at his left hand, smiling a little as you saw a silver wedding band.

“how long have we been married for?” you asked.

“50 years. 51 this summer,” he answered. “how long did we date for?” you asked.

“well, we actually didn’t date until we turned vampires. as you probably know, your emotions are heightened once you turn. and our crushes on each other were just too much to ignore, we started dating. we helped each other out a lot, you helped more than me. i mean, i-i was a wreck. with katherine turning us into vampires and all, me killing my dad, damon abandoning me. you were the only person who stuck by me. you know, you were, and still are, my light,” he explained.

you grinned, “bonnie told me that that’s what you call me.”

“ah, she’s told you about me, then. what did she say?” he asked.

“well, she said that you’re very kind and are always wanting to help people. she also said that you are smart and serious, but that you have your breaking moments. she also said that you have experienced a lot of pain. i am sorry to hear that,” you frowned.

“bonnie is very kind. too kind, actually.”

“oh, don’t say that. i happen to think it’s all true. just from what i’ve seen today.”

“thank you. i’m glad i’ve made a good impression.”

“well, you are my husband, so i would think that what bonnie said is true.”

“makes sense,” he nodded. “so, where do i live? with you, i presume?” you questioned.

“yes, and with damon. we live in the salvatore boarding house. it was built for uh, well, boarding in mystic falls.”

“do we have separate rooms?” you asked.

“u-um, no. but, if you’re not comfortable with that, there are plenty of spare rooms-"

"no," you said quickly.

stefan glanced at you, eyes wide in surprise. you chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck.

"u-um, what i mean is that it is okay. i'll get to know your quicker if we share a room. just um, let me have my privacy?" you requested.

"of course, of course," he nodded. "lovely," you exhaled deeply.

you looked out of your window, observing all the people walking around town square.

"so much has changed," you said, a little nostalgic.

"i know, it's crazy," stefan laughed. "but, i'll take you to all the old places we used to go, and the new ones you have gown accustomed to."

"sounds like a deal. you know, i'm excited. is that um… strange that i am so lively after having just woken up from my memories being taken away?" you chuckled a little.

"no, no, not at all. you were always really happy and upbeat, even on the darkest days. that's one of the reasons why i fell in love with you. you may not believe this, but, i'm kind of a debby-downer. you keep it light and fun, much like damon, actually. seems as though all that time you spent with him, as young as you were, you developed someone his behaviour."

"is that a bad thing? bonnie insinuated that damon isn't a good guy," you frowned.

"no, no. you're different. you pick and choose when to be a little um… eccentric. damon just says whatever comes out of his mouth, no matter what the situation is."

"i suppose that's another reason why you love me?" you grinned. "yes, you suppose right," he nodded.

"is this the boarding house?" you pointed to the mansion stefan was pulling in to.

"yes, it is. and, you can call it your home. that's what it is," stefan said.

"alright. it's beautiful." you admired the front.

"it's even better inside. especially our bedroom. you really know how to decorate." he got out of the car, opening the door for you.

"you're very chivalrous. i like it," you giggled. "well, anything for my girl," he flashed a warm smile.

your stomach flipped suddenly, a similar feeling to your heart hammering in your chest awakened. if your heart was still alive, then you it would be palpitating and ramming into your ribcage. you smiled back at him, getting out of the car.

you two walked together to the front, stefan opening the door without unlocking it.

"do we always keep the door unlocked?" you asked. "yeah. you know, the only people we are really worried about are vampires and well, you can't get in unless you invite them in," he answered.

"oh, right. well, that's nice. we don't have to worry so much about security," you said as you stepped inside.

he nodded in agreement, closing the door behind him once you two went inside.

"wow. you're right, it is better inside," you gasped. "mmhm. so, let me show you around. this is the grand study. it was mostly used by our nephew zach, but damon killed him as soon as he got here," stefan sighed.

"o-oh. and damon is supposed to be my best friend?"

"he's better than that, don't worry. you'll see, you'll remember," stefan patted your back.

"alright," you nodded. "anyways, right here is the library's and just out here is the grand hall. here is the dining room and the living room. back there is the kitchen, and next to it is the hearth room." stefan walked you around the house.

"it's amazing. wow, and to think this is my home," you laughed. "yep, all yours," stefan smiled as he heard your laugh.

he admired you as you walked through the living room, feeling around the bookshelves and the furniture. he missed this, seeing you back at home. before you woke up in the hospital, you had been kidnapped and tortured for two weeks before the travelers dumped you in the backyard of your house. after that, stefan rushed you to the hospital and about a day later you were awake. and now here you were, making yourself at home again. you looked so pretty in the setting sunlight. stefan almost wanted to cry at the relief of finally having you home.

"show me the upstairs?" your voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"yeah, yeah, of course," he nodded. he reached his hand out to you, you taking it graciously.

you both smiled at each other, stefan leading you up the stairs.

"so, up here is damon's room. that's where elena, his girlfriend, and him usually are. they have so much sex, you won't be able to get much rest here," stefan snorted.

"i'll make sure to wear my earplugs," you giggled.

stefan smiled at you, walking you to the next rooms. "these are the baths. and right here is our room. every other room up here is a guest room, but uh, this is the main event, i suppose." he opened the bedroom door, letting you peer inside of it.

he was right, you were a great decorator.

the room had green walls, bookshelves on the walls, and a few plants here and there. there was a big bed in the middle with gray sheets, pictures of the two of you hanging above the bed frame. there was a desk and chair in the middle of the room, books and papers strewn all over the desk top. there were picture of you two all over the walls, making you smile whilst also crying.

"what's wrong?" stefan rushed to you.

"oh, it's nothing. i just…" you sighed, turning to him. "these pictures are so lovely. i-i wish i could remember these events."

stefan took your hand in his, giving you a small smile. "don't worry about it. it's not your fault that you can remember.”

"right," you nodded, still disappointed in yourself.

"why don't we go and walk around town? maybe that'll help get your memories back," stefan suggested.

"that sounds fun, but i don't think walking around will reverse dark magic," you joked.

stefan chuckled, nodding in agreement. "you're right, but, you're starting to remember your own childhood. we don't know what the travelers took from you, so maybe they didn't take the memories of you and i. you might just have amnesia."

"i'd love to do anything to try and remember," you said. "me, too. before we go, do you want to change clothes? you've had these clothes on for two weeks," stefan gestured to your ripped shirt and dirty jeans.

"oh, yes. i didn't even realise i was wearing these." you looked down at your legs, eyes widening at the fact you were wearing pants. "when did they invent these?"

"1873, but women still couldn't wear them until the 19th century. and even then, women didn't wear them as regular clothing until the mid-20th century," he explained.

“well, i’m glad that i’ve stayed alive this long to be able to wear these. what are they called again?” you asked.

“jeans,” stefan answered. he walked over to your closet, opening it and presenting all your clothes. “and you have lots of jeans. so, go ahead and get changed into whatever. if you want to shower then go ahead, the bathroom is to the right.”

you nodded, “thank you. i’ll be done in a few minutes.”

“no problem. take your time,” he smiled.

you returned the expression, watching him as he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

you went to your closet, running your hands over your clothes. you had lots of grey, purple, and blue shirts. you saw lots of ripped jeans, some were their regular blue and others were white or black. you chose a light purple, short- sleeved shirt and a pair of dark-wash jeans. you found a pair of black panties and a black bra to match.

you went into the bathroom, turning the shower on and undressing. you put your dirty clothes in a near pile on the floor as you didn’t know where the hamper was. you set your clean clothes onto the bathroom sink, jumping into the shower.

the hot water felt so good, it was hard to get out, but you didn’t want to keep stefan waiting too long. you dried off quickly, looking at yourself in the mirror after you got dressed. you didn’t realize, but you were very dirty and tired-looking before showering. you looked better now. more awake, clean, and pretty.

you didn’t bother putting on makeup, not even knowing where you kept it. you went downstairs, finding stefan in the living room reading a book.

“i am ready,” you announced.

stefan looked up, jaw dropping as he looked over you.

“you look gorgeous,” he spoke.

you smiled shyly, lowering your head in bashfulness. “thank you. it’s not much, just a comfortable outfit.”

“doesn’t matter. you look amazing,” he shrugged.

“thank you, again.”

“of course,” he smiled. “let’s go ahead and go, yeah?”

you nodded, slipping on your shoes as you followed him out to the garage. you got into stefan’s car, driving back to town square.

“a lot of places have been built or torn down. i’m going to take you to the places we used to go to in this century, then go to the places from long ago that have been torn down,” he explained.

“sounds good,” you nodded.

he parked next to the strip mall, getting out and opening the door for you.

“are men still as chivalrous as you?” you jumped out of the car.

“no, not at all, but i like to be known as a gentleman. it sets a good first impression,” he answered.

“that’s sad,” you frowned. “it is. honestly, most guys nowadays are jerks and are selfish. no one teaches kindness anymore,” he sighed.

“well, i’m thankful i chose a man who still cares about those things. it really reflects on what kind of man you are.”

“i agree,” stefan nodded.

you two walked onto the side walk, stefan lacing your fingers together and guiding you into a store.

“this is your favorite store in the whole

town square. you always rave about the good deals and i’ve bought you lots of jewelry here,” he explained.

you hummed in reply, looking over the store. “it’s quaint. i see how it would appeal to me.”

“yeah, this store is the most popular one here, i’m pretty sure.”

“the owner must be rich, then.”

“probably is,” stefan nodded.

he then led you out of the store, explaining all the other stores and restaurants in the town square before stopping and showing you a specific place you liked.

“this is the grill, the most popular restaurant here. you and caroline, who you have yet to meet, love to sing karaoke here. you and bonnie and elena, who again, you have yet to meet, play pool here and get tipsy on the weekend.”

“what is karaoke and pool?” you questioned.

“karaoke is when you pick a song you like, and you sing it with a friend, or sometimes yourself. a lot of bars have karaoke, and some restaurants do, like this one. it’s just a fun activity for drunk people, honestly. and pool

is this game over there. you see those people

shooting the balls with the sticks?” he pointed across the room.

you studied them, seeing as they would curse in disappeared, or jump and clap in happiness.

“yes, it looks fun.”

“it is, and you’re quite good at it. maybe tomorrow you can meet everyone else and i’ll teach you how to play,” he suggested.

“i would like that very much,” you smiled.

“me, too,” he smiled back. “are you hungry? we can take a break from walking and get something to eat.”

“my stomach does ache a little. what kind of food do they have here?”

“burgers, fries, salad. classic american stuff, basically. i can order what you usually do.”

“sure, but i’m afraid to tell you that i have no money,” you sighed.

“it’s not a problem. this is my treat. plus, we have a joint bank account so, it doesn’t really matter who pays.””

“wow, that’s nice.”

“it definitely is.”

stefan then led you to a small booth, ordering immediately once the waiter came.

“tell me more about yourself,” you prompted.

stefan stared at you, not expecting you to want to know about him. it wasn’t completely surprising, but you just seemed a lot more interested in the town than him. he was happy that you asked, though. it reassured him that you two had a chance, even if you two had to rebuilt your relationship.

“okay, well, my birthday is november 1st, 1846. my favorite color is blue, my favorite type of alcohol is bourbon, but i do like a glass of whiskey every once in a while. one of my best friends was lexi branson. she was also your friend, too, but damon killed her for absolutely no reason.”

“oh, my - i am so sorry, stefan,” you gasped. “oh, it’s alright. damon has uh, since proved himself to be better… unfortunately,” stefan sighed.

you put your hand on his, looking him in the eyes.

“it’s not alright, stefan. i know you say damon is a lot better than people say, and that he has proven himself better, but that doesn’t justify what he did. i’m so sorry you lost lexi. i understand what it is it like to lose someone so close to you. i’m sure you remember, but i lost christopher only a few years after we became vampires. i don’t remember all of it, but i do remember terrorizing a whole village because of the anger and depression i felt. i’m sure lexi was an amazing young woman. one day, i would love it if you told me more about her.”

stefan smiled at you gratefully, eyes prickling with tears. “thank you, y/n. it means a lot to me. and yes, i’d love to tell you about her.”

“fantastic.” you squeezed his hand for support, the gesture warming his chest. “anyways, go on,” you said, keeping your hand on his.

“alright. well, i love i love lucy, which is a ‘50s sitcom that, funnily enough, you hated,” he chuckled.

“what is a sitcom and why did i hate it?” your brows knitted together in confusion.

“well, a sitcom is a comedy tv show. and a tv show is content that is broadcasted onto something that is called a television, which was the big black screen in the living room of our house. sitcom is a type of tv show. there are sitcoms, dramas, romance, horror, and lots of others. a lot of these genres bleed together, much like books. and as for why you hated the show, you just thought it was annoying because i would watch it all the time.”

“well, i do have a short temperament, so that explains it, i suppose. that tv show thing is a little confusing. can you show me how it works when we get home?”

“yes, of course. i can show you your favorite tv shows and movies,” he nodded eagerly.

“lovely,” you smiled at his enthusiasm. “so, what else do you like?”

“well, i am a fan of scorcese, who is a famous tv director. he directed taxi driver, which is a film i am a fan of. i love to cook, and i’m quite good at it, if i do say so myself. um, let’s see… what else is there…” he trailed off, looking at the table as he thought. “i am a bit or a hoarder, as you probably could see in our room. i enjoy any and all types of music, i have a rose tattoo on my right shoulder, and i am a scorpio, if that means anything to do.”

he looked back up at you, the tips of his ears turning pink as he realized you were staring and smiling at him the whole time.

“why’re you looking at me like that?” he asked.

“it’s just nice hearing all these things about you. i can piece together who you are, who the man i am married to is. it’s obvious you don’t open up to people a lot, and i appreciate you doing that with me,” you explained.

“oh, well, it’s no problem. you’ll remember all these things, anyways. but this is just surface level stuff, nothing special.”

“i think it is special and important. now that i know you a little better, i’m able to talk to you more and be more comfortable.”

“mm, that’s true,” he nodded.

you gave him a small smile, your food then arriving.

“wow, this is a lot,” you chuckled, looking at the cheeseburger and fries.

“it’s really good, too,” stefan said.

“how do i eat this?” you asked. “pick it up in your hands and take a bite, like this.” stefan took a bite of his burger and fries.

you followed in suit, groaning in pleasure.

“my, they never had this food at home. this is delicious.”

“i know, right? so glad america stopped the wine and beef soup at dinner.”

you giggled, nodding in agreement. you two ate in silence, stefan paying before you two left.

“do you want to continue going around town, or are you tired?” stefan asked.

“i want to continue,” you stated.

“alright. time to go to all the torn down places now,” he sighed, walking you back to his car.

you two drove a little ways away from town square, finding yourselves at the cemetery.

“are anna, christoper, and my mother buried here?” you asked.

“yes, they are. do you want to see their graves?” stefan asked.

you sat in the car for a few moments, holding your seatbelt in thought. you shook your head as an answer.

“no, i would hate to put a damper on this lovely evening.”

“oh, well, it’s okay. you always manage to make things bright and happy, even when we’re visiting the cemetery, but if you really don’t want to, then i’ll take you to the salvatore estate, and where your house was located.”

“mm, i am sure. we can visit some other time,” you smiled.

he returned the expression. “alright.” he got out, going to open the door for you, but you had already jumped out.

“sorry, i um, wanted to see how the door works,” you admitted sheepishly.

stefan grinned, finding your curiosity adorable. “no worries. ready to go?”

“indeed i am,” you nodded.

you took the initiative and laced your fingers with his. stefan glanced at you, his chest swelling with joy. it was almost like old times.

“so, where is the salvatore estate?” you asked.

“it’s just a mile into the woods. there’s only a singular pillar there because it got torn down, but the pillar marks the spot where the house stood.”

“why did it get torn down? it was such a beautiful home. surely someone from these days would want to live in it,” you frowned.

“you’d think that, but i guess folks these days want something more modern. but, wait, do you remember my house?” hope filled his eyes, carrying all the way through his voice.

“i think i do. it seems… familiar in my mind. i remember the front of the house, the beautiful entrance and the pretty rose bushes, the steps that led up to the door. i remember a room… it was of medium size. there was a big bed in the middle, a deep-sea blue carpet under it. there was a bug mirror across from the bed, a painting or two hung up on the walls. there was a small desk in the corner next to the closet. the room is very empty, but it brings back feelings of warmth and calmness.”

“yeah, that was my room. you spent most of your summer’s in there with me.”

“oh,” your eyes lit up. “you said that we didn’t officially get together until after we were vampires, but i remember being in the bed in lots of white, button-up shirts. did we-?” you looked to him, eyes wide and hoping he would say yes.

his cheeks were tainted pink as he nodded. “yes, we had lots of fun nights, but not all of them consisted of sex.”

“i see,” you nodded, a little smile on your face. “what else did we do besides sleep together, then?”

“well, most times we just laid there in each other’s arms. sometimes i would read to you and you would fall asleep in my arms. other times we danced, sang, talked about the future together. and let me tell you, we definitely did not imagine an eternity together, but i’m really glad it turned out that way. despite all the pain we suffered.”

your chest warmed as you imagine you two in the 1800s, doing more and being more than just friends with intimate relations.

“does damon know of this?” you questioned.

“he does, but no one else doesn’t. to make things easier, we just told everyone that we started dating after we became vampires, and that we got married in 1963, which we did.”

“and how was the wedding?” you asked.

“the best night of my life,” he grinned. “we have lots of pictures of that night in the living room and our room, which i will show you when we get back.”

“i can’t wait,” you smiled giddily.

you squeezed stefan’s hand, the gesture making both of your body’s shiver.

“here it is,” he said, taking you closer to the singular pillar.

you let go of his hand slowly, walking around the property. you closed your eyes, feeling the cool breeze fan your face. you stood in the middle, right where the living room be. lots of memories then flooded back to you, making you snap your eyes open.

“your father didn’t like us together,” you stated.

stefan furrowed his brows. “yes, how-how do you know that?”

you didn’t answer him, continuing to reminisce.

“i was meant to wed damon, yet, i fell in love with you. your mother would let us play together, knowing that the fate your father decided wasn’t going to happen. she accepted us. she actually liked us better together than damon and i. she thought damon was too wild, too untamed to settle down so young. he was like her, in that way. but you, once you saw me at our first ball at age 14, you knew i was the one. i remember you telling me this one night on my sixteenth birthday. you had taken me up to your room, sneaking up extra cake for me, and we laid together on your bed. that was both of our first time that night - it was amazing. you told me before we went to bed about your growing feelings for me. that night we both said ‘i love you’ for the first time.”

stefan stared at you, mouth agape and tears welling in his eyes.

“you-you really remember that?”

“i do,” you smiled slowly at him. “i remember the marks you left on my skin, the joy i felt as you held my hand, the way i cried when you told me that you loved me. i-i’m afraid that this is all i remember, but -“

“no, no, it’s enough. it’s more than enough,” he sniffled, coming closer to you. he slipped his hand into yours, his other hand wrapping around your waist.

you smiled, putting your free hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb up and down on his cheekbones. you looked into his eyes, studying his face as your hand went up and ran itself through his hair. you brought your hand back down to cup his cheek, your fingers dancing along his jawline.

“i also remember skipping school, playing football in the backyard, me wearing your shirt for the first time and it leading to us sleeping together again,” you giggled.

“how do you remember all of this?” he asked.

“the travelers must’ve just took all the important information about us, which we can deal with later. i want to enjoy this moment now,” you breathed out.

“thank god that they took that important stuff. it’s not that important once you think about it,” he nodded.

“i agree. i bet damon wouldn’t agree about that, though,” you joked.

“well, damon has never been madly in love until the last couple of years. but, me? i’m been in love with you forever.”

your lips spread widely and you looked deeply into his eyes, feeling yourself falling for him again.

“i love you,” you exhaled. stefan grinned, “i love you more.”

“nu-uh,” you shook your head. “mmhm,” he smirked.

you moved in closer, your nose bumping his softly. your eyes flickered down from his eyes to his lips multiple times before closing the gap. your lips met his in slow motion, immediately moving with his. his lips were soft and kissed you well, like he had done this a million times before, and couldn’t wait to do it again. he held you close against him, breathing in deeply at the taste of your lips. he felt at peace once again, whole and complete. and as for you, you felt alive.

every atom in your body was humming in pleasure. the feeling of his hands in your body, fitting right in with your curves, were like finally finishing a puzzle. it gave you butterflies, the way he tasted and smelled. the way he kissed you was delicious. it was gentle, but passionate. his lips worked against yours quickly, his tongue sliding against yours, eliciting a small moan from your throat. your teeth bumped each other gently, causing the kiss to then become fast, needy, hot.

you pulled away before anything else could commence, your chest heaving up and down. a line of spit broke off from your lips, breaking off as the breeze ran through it.

“remember anything else now?” stefan breathed out.

“just how much i’ve missed you,” you stated.

“i’ve missed you, too, baby. wanna go and see where old home was now?”

“yes, i’d love that,” you nodded. “great. come and follow me, then we can go home and i’ll make you your favorite meal, okay?” he suggested.

“that sounds amazing.”

“i’m so glad to have you back, y/n,” he squeezed your hand.

“i’m glad to be back.”

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This is Why I Hate Attention - Prologue

Heyo! I am posting my fanfic called This is Why I Hate Attention. I have posted it on FanFiction.net under the same username if you wanna watch it there.

Disclaimer: I don’t own vampire diaries

Rating: M

Warnings: Elena bashing, blood, mentions of abuse/rape

Please note these warnings are for the whole series.

Words: 608

Prologue

The Gilbert family – to the outside world seemed absolutely perfect. Grayson was a very well-known doctor in the small town of Mystic Falls. Miranda was an active member of the little society the wives created. The eldest child, Elena Gilbert, was the perfect goody two shoes of the family. She always got what she wanted even if she had to hurt her siblings to get it, especially Jessica. The middle child was Jeremy Gilbert. He had a creative side and loved to draw and paint. He seemed to have a lot of friends due to the fact that more often than not he hung out with Elena. Finally, the youngest child was Jessica Gilbert. She was quiet and often kept to herself because the things that she liked were not things Elena wanted to associate with. Jessica preferred darker clothes and chains over shorts and a tank top. She preferred keeping her hair in its natural curly state like her sister. Jessica always felt second best to her sister. No matter what Jessica did, Elena would find a way to do it better or take what she had done. For example, when Jessica told Elena she had feelings for Matt Donavan while Elena and Matt were finishing their 8th grade year, Elena quickly made a move to start dating Matt when they started as freshmen in High school while Jessica was in 7th grade. Elena even went as far as to force Jessica to stop talking with both Matt and Vicki. Another incident was when Jessica expressed interest in joining cheerleading as a 6th grader, but when Elena also joined the middle school team, Elena quickly got everyone’s attention causing Jessica to doubt herself to the point where she quit the team.

Over the years, Jessica slowly began to resent Elena. That resentment grew so much that the night of the accident was the straw that broke her back. Her resentment had gotten to the point where she hated Elena now because Elena – who was a selfish brat – had snuck out to go to a party only to break up with Matt. Then when their parents went to pick her up, they ended up getting driven off Wickery Bridge, and the only one who survived was Elena. It was then that Jessica reached out to Zach Salvatore to have him teach her about the history of the town and the different societies her mother had been a part of as Miranda and Grayson specifically named her to take Grayson’s place on the council as well as Miranda’s place for the historical society and the fundraisers that always went on when she became of age. From May 2009 to September 2009, Jessica was almost always at Zach’s home and even met one of his nephews, Stefan, until she learned the truth.

Jessica discovered Stefan was a vampire but still saw him as a close friend. She had even begun to develop feelings for him, but about two months into them knowing each other, Jessica noticed that Stefan seemed to ask about how Elena was doing and how she was coping. Jessica soon realized that while she had grown feelings for the vampire, he was in love with her sister somehow even though they hadn’t met.

That was the day Jessica realized she would never be enough for him or anyone really because they would always want her sister over her. That was the day that she truly understood why she hated any attention she ever got…especially when she died... Jessica Gilbert died at 15 years old and became a vampire all because of her older sister, Elena Gilbert.

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Plzz write Bamon + their baby :)

i’ve never written about this!!! ty for the prompt this was so fun to think about (: <33 ask + u shall receive!!

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Sometimes, Damon can’t believe it.

Life is a very funny thing, both haha funny and strange funny, and it’s moments like these where he sits and reflects on the doors that he’s opened, the doors he’s closed, the ones where he’s stayed a while, kicked off his shoes, grabbed some wine, and never ever left.

Bonnie is meeting him for movies and popcorn, their typical Sunday routine, only this is no ordinary Sunday because Friday, he broke up with Elena. Bonnie is supposedly emotional support though he keeps it to himself that he doesn’t need it. He will milk every ounce of affection he can out of his bestie if it means she’ll stay a while longer.

Just like that, everything that he fought hard for he decides to let go because despite the incredible sex and history Elena and Damon have… things still aren’t…right. With every obstacle out of the way, the house quieter, just the two in each other’s presence, it is loud that they will probably never mesh well.

Plus, even a few years after Stefan’s death, Damon notices the room in her heart for him shrinks in size and maybe it’s the fact that the only common ground they have now is Bonnie Bennett- everyone else is either dead or annoying enough that Damon refuses to discuss them, (Caroline, Matt, Jeremy,) they can’t talk about Stefan since his absence still hurts too much. And while Elena is a tad exhausted by only chatting about “his little witch,” Damon can go on and on for days.

Like word vomit, he’s all Bonnie this and Bonnie that in discussions to the point where he’s inwardly cringing at himself but he just can’t stop.

“You know she was my best friend first,” Elena says to him one day after he fusses about Bonnie not answering her phone within the first three rings. There’s a strange look in her expression that perturbs Damon- of course he knows that. Of course.

“Yeah, yeah, but I could’ve been dying over here. I could’ve already been dead. You know she doesn’t have anything to live for if I’m not around,” he jokes snidely.

Elena is folding clothes in the laundry room, she doesn’t laugh or look at him, just continues bending dried garments into a convenient, placeable stack.

Tough crowd.

….

“You ever thought about… I don’t know…? Dating?” Alaric says this, a glass of golden whiskey to his mouth before he knocks it back down his throat and the only thing that’s left is the large, sparkling ice cube. When he slaps the glass down, the ice klinks characteristically. It’s been perhaps a month or two since Damon and Elena’s split.

“Me and Judgey? Are you insane? That’s my-“

“Best friend. Yeah. Everyone’s aware.”

Damon’s brows knot up in confusion, and his eyes hold an expression of disbelief.

“It’s Bonnie,” He says, blue eyes twinkling with an almost believable mirth like he thinks it’s a joke that Alaric would even ask.

“It is.” He confirms.

A minute passes of Damon rubbing the back of his neck, Ric staring aimlessly at his empty glass before he speaks up again.

“So you haven’t… you know…”

“What?” Damon makes a hand gesture of the obviously forbidden word before shaking his head vehemently. “Of course not.”

“Oh, I know that. I was going to ask if you’ve ever…thought about it?”

Bonnie? With her legs wrapped around his waist as he makes every inch of his dick disappear into her hot and gushy anatomy? So deep inside her that their hips touch?

He clears his throat.

“Of course not.” Damon repeats.

….

It’s a momentary lapse of judgement-the kiss- and when she doesn’t reciprocate or move at all, really, the awkwardness is a brick that sinks in the bottom of his stomach.

Leaf green eyes and a beating heart too panicky to be calm but she just brushes it all away like eraser marks on a timed essay.

Damon never imagines rejection to be so simple that he can just pretend that it never happened. He takes the exit and sits back in friend zone where he’s always belonged.

Things are kinda sorta normal for a week.

….

“Truth or dare?” Bonnie suggests that they play it and on queue, Damon throws out sexual innuendo in an insert-line-here-fashion. She cringes, rolls her eyes, tries not to laugh.

Normal.

But then she dares him to kiss her again and things are so far from normal that somehow they end up in bed together, completely naked, and completely wild.

And God, Bonnie begs, pleads, when she’s under Damon but when she gets on top, it’s him that’s asking for permission.

“Fuck, Bon,” he mumbles before leaving a long stream of cursive inside of her.

Their eyes are crystallized, perhaps it’s the moonlight.

….

He shouldn’t feel this betrayed when he hears it, the second heartbeat, but something inside of him snaps.

“Found another best friend?” Damon asks, they haven’t had sex since that wonderful, miraculous night a little over one month ago but the sexual tension between them is as taut as a rubber-band.

She laughs, not noticing the pain in his tone. “With what time?”

It’s a solid question. He’s had Bonnie to himself practically every evening, her stuff is vicariously thrown around the house; she’s in all the rooms at once.

But there’s undeniably an extra heartbeat, he hears it with each pause, each breath she takes, the incessant thump.

“Um,” Damon’s tumbler slips out of his grasp and crashes to the floor.

Bonnie backs away from the mess.

“Um?”

….

Pregnant Bonnie is his favorite Bonnie, from her cravings, to her glow, to her new abundance of cleavage. The two of them can’t stop thinking how this could be, how their lives keep getting stranger and stranger, how nature keeps being redefined, and the rules keep bending and breaking.

Her new favorite things are chocolate chip cookies with salty chips baked in, chocolate-and honey-covered strawberries, spicy sausages, pickle juice.

His hands find their new home in rubbing Bon’s baby bump until she drifts off into a nap.

When her breathing gets heavier indicating she’s in a deep sleep he says into her hair, “You should marry me.”

And he means it.

….

Luna Bennett-Salvatore arrives with soft brown skin and Heterochromia iridum: one ice blue eye and one leaf green one.

Damon nicknames her Bam since Bonnie decides to scrap his name suggestion altogether.

“Bamon! It’s our names combined,”

“No.”

“But what if-“

“No.”

And Luna aka Bam grows very fast. She smiles a lot. Babbles a lot. To Bonnie’s dismay, she says “dada” first.

“Look at Daddy’s Girl,” he says, holding his princess high in the air. “You know what, Bam, I better not say that too loud. Mommy was Daddy’s Girl before you.”

“Oh my God,” Bonnie mumbles, hiding her smile.

She likes to fall asleep with her little arms hugging Bonnie’s neck, the side of her face pressed against hers.

“Don’t be jealous,” Bonnie says when Damon crosses his arms.

“Jealous?” He tsks. “I can do that too,” He bundles Bonnie and Luna up in his arms. “you should marry me,” he says into her hair.

And he means it.

[auroracalisto]

Hi! Ooo Can I please request a Kol x human!fem!Gilbert reader where she’s Jeremy & Elena’s younger sister & when the Mikaelsons come to Mystic Falls, she meets Kol & they have a flirtation with each other that grows into a relationship (bf & gf). He asks her to be his date to the ball at the Mikaelson’s mansion (Damon, Elena, Stefan, & Jeremy would be shook when she walks in with Kol as I’m sure they told her to stay home). Later on, she overhears her siblings’ plan to kill Kol & Finn, so she calls Elijah to warn him that Finn & Kol are in danger & runs out of her house to meet Kol outside (before he reaches the Gilbert’s door) to keep him from coming into her house because she knows it’s a trap. Y/n is able to convince him not walk into the trap and he vamp speeds her to the Mikaelson’s mansion where the rest of his siblings are.

i’m sorry this took me so long, love! </3 but i hope you like it, anyway!!  here’s another tux! kol for this post, pls forgive me for taking so long

When Kol first asked you out, you knew you should have just said no.  After about a month of straight-on flirting between the two of you, you both knew that the feelings were mutual.  However, despite what your siblings and their friends would say, your heart won.  You said yes to the vampire.  

When Kol asked you to the ball, you knew your siblings would be furious.  But you couldn’t keep yourself from saying yes.  Kol was so kind to you—not to mention the fact that you thought he was one of the best-looking people in Mystic Falls.  And despite what you knew would eventually happen that night at the ball, you told your boyfriend yes.  

As soon as the night came around, you attempted to avoid your sister.  She thought you had been acting odd and she had questioned you just hours before—but you ignored her.  You had to get ready for the ball, after all.  You couldn’t show up looking like you had just rolled out of bed.  However, one of the things that Elena had said stuck in your mind: “Don’t come to the ball.”

Your family had all left their separate ways to get ready for the ball.  So you had all the time in the world, or rather, about two hours, to really get ready without any kind of interruption and any kind of speculation on your siblings’ part.  

Arriving at the mansion was the easy part; the hard part?  Was finally coming to terms with the fact that your family would have to see you and your boyfriend for the first time.  But you no longer felt guilty about it—no, you just knew that they would give you hell once you were alone with them again.  

Spotting Kol from across the room, you could feel your heart pounding.  You smiled in his direction, sure that he could hear your heart from where he stood.  

Kol smiled in your direction and came over, gently taking your hand.  He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles.  

“I do wish that you would have allowed me to come and pick you up,” he said.  

“It was better for me to just drive myself,” you said, grinning up at him.  “Besides, wouldn’t it have been obvious when an Original vampire showed up at my doorstep?”

Kol rolled his eyes and smiled at you.  “Come.  Rebekah has been asking to see what dress you chose.”

You laughed in response and let him lead you along.  It only took a couple steps before you saw Elena and Stefan, watching you in the corner of your eye.  Your heart pounded and Kol just squeezed your hand.  

[]

“Are you serious, [Your name]?!” Elena shouted at you, throwing her hands up as she stared you down.  “The very people who are trying to kill all of us?!  And you’re fucking one of them?  Who the fuck do you think you are?  You’re risking everyone!”

No one stepped in to stop her.  Stefan and Damon just let it happen, and Jeremy just stood by.  There was nothing they could do to calm a raging Elena, anyway.  

“Okay, okay, fair, but why in the hell are you with Stefan?  Why are you friends with Damon?  No fucking offense, but the two of them have killed people too!  Hell, Damon killed someone just the other day!  But because I’m dating Kol, suddenly the world is going to end?  Asking who the fuck do I think I am,” you stared your sister down.  “I’ve never asked why you are friends with the people you’re friends with.  Don’t do the same to me.”

Without allowing her another chance to speak, you rushed off to your bedroom.  You locked yourself in it, not wanting to hear your sister speak anymore.  

[]

It was only about a day later that you heard them talking.  It wasn’t like you had meant to eavesdrop—it’s kind of hard when they talk so damn loud and you’re cooking food in the kitchen. 

They had a plan.  

To kill both Finn and Kol.

Your heart dropped to your stomach when you heard your boyfriend’s name.  You turned off the stove, trying to calm yourself down.  No one came to check on you.  You haphazardly pushed the pot off of the burner and you calmly walked up the stairs, to your room.  As soon as you had shut the door, you grabbed your phone and called the first contact you saw; Elijah.  

For as long as you have dated Kol, you had been friends with his siblings.  They were each lovely to you... even if they did some questionable things.  But Stefan and Damon did, too.  What was the difference?

“Hello?” Elijah’s voice sounded in your ear. 

Your heart pounded.  “Hey, Elijah,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.  You didn’t know if anyone was listening to you.  “I...  I needed to tell you something.  My family.  And... and Stefan, and Damon.  They’re planning something.  They.. want to kill Finn and Kol.  You need to get them out of Mystic Falls.  Keep them somewhere safe—”

You could hear Kol’s muffled voice in the background.  

“What the fuck?” he stared his brother down.  “I’m going to her.”

“Kol, no—“ Elijah started, but before he could say anything else, Kol was gone.  He frowned deeply and continued to speak on the phone.  “I would imagine he’s coming to you.  Please.  Stop my brother.  We will be there momentarily—”

“—no,” you quickly said.  “I’ll get him back to your house,” you said.  You hung up the phone and rushed down the stairs.  Your siblings were still in the living room, talking to the Salvatores.  You watched them for a moment.  They were ready for anything.  Kol would be ambushed if he came into the house.  

You ran through the front door, shutting it as quickly as possible as Kol came up to the property line.  

“Kol,” you choked out, quickly rushing over to your boyfriend.  “Kol, please.  We need to get you back to your house, it isn’t safe here for you.”

Kol went to move past you, but you quickly attempted to stop him, placing your hands on his chest.  

“No,” you breathed out, tears forming in your eyes.  “If you go in there, they’re ready to kill you.  I don’t know how they have it, but I saw it.  I saw the white oak.  We need to get you out of here.  Please listen to me.  I can’t lose you.”

After just a second of debating, Kol looked down at you.  His eyes softened when he saw just how distraught you were about it.  

“Okay,” he said, kissing your forehead.  “Okay.  But I’m taking you back with me.” 

“Please,” you said, managing to grin up at him at this point.  

Kol pulled you into a tight hug, hiding from your line of vision as he glared at the Gilbert household.  He then lifted you up, bridal style.  

“Hold on tight, okay?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his chest.  Only a moment later did you feel the wind whipping around you.  But you knew one thing was certain.  Kol and his family deserved to live just as much as Elena believed the Salvatore’s deserved to live.  You would do anything for Kol.  You knew that the pounding of your heart was no longer because you were scared for Kol or of your siblings, but that your love for him was stronger than any love you had for your sister and brother.  You would protect Kol, and Kol knew that that was exactly what you did today.  

[magma-queen]

Can we have some lee Markus?? :3

Omg YES?? I’ve gotchu!

“Val, let me finish my work, please.” Markus huffed, sitting in his office chair.

The other doctor didn’t budge, she stood in front of his desk and crossed her arms.

“Markus Vaughn.. you’ve been overworking yourself to death! You do realize that it’s time for us to leave, right? It’s 7:00pm. Kanae is treating us to dinner, remember??”

“…”

Elena came beside her. “She’s right, Dr. Vaughn. You haven’t been acting like yourself lately. Is there.. something wrong?”

He didn’t look up from the documents scattered all over his desk. “I’m fine, just let me finish looking over these documents.”

“Markus. You’re avoiding the question. Saying ‘I’m fine’ isn’t gonna cut it.” Valerie told him. “I’m your girlfriend… you can tell me.”

“And I may be your nurse, Dr. Vaughn.. but I’m also your friend. You can talk to me about anything.” Elena added.

Silence.

“Markus.. I’m giving you 5 seconds to tell me what’s going on.. five..”

His head rose up. “It’s nothing, ok?? Just give me about 5 minutes-“

“Four.”

He rolls his eyes and sings his chair back around. “You don’t scare me, Val.”

“THREE.” She was getting dangerously close to him.

“Not. Listening.”

Alright. Enough was enough.

“TWO ONE-!” The brunette lunged at her lover from behind and attacked both of his sides with her fingers.

Markus immediately screamed and fell out of the chair. “V-VAHAHAHAHAHAHL-! ST-STAHAHA- STAHAHAHAP!!!”

Elena watched this with a smile.

“We’ve been dating long enough for you to know.. NOT to test me! Now.. tell us what’s going on with you!”

“N-N-NOHOHOHOHOTHING IHIHIHIHIS WROHOHOHOHOHONG!!!” He squealed, then thrashed when she found his ribs. “KNOHOHOCK IHIHIHIHIT OHOHOHOFF!!!”

“I had no idea you were ticklish, Dr. Vaughn.” Elena giggled, still watching the scene.

Valerie smirks. “Oh, he’s a big baby when it comes to this! He wants to play ‘tough guy’. Well.. not today, he’s not! C’mon! Out with it!”

*SNORT* “N-NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!”

“C’mon, Elena! Help me out!”

She sheepishly backed away. “It’s probably not a good idea, Dr. Blaylock.. I wouldn’t want to anger Dr. Vaughn.”

“Okay, first, Elena.. you’re our friend, you can call us by our first names. And second, it’s doctor’s orders.” She winked. “You wouldn’t ignore a doctor’s request, would you?”

She gave up and giggled. “You’re right, I guess I wouldn’t!” She said, coming over and starting to prod at his stomach.

“NOO!! *SNORT* “EHEHEHEHELENA!!!”

“Ding ding ding!” Valerie cheered. “You found the bad spot!”

This only encourages Elena to keep tickling. “Come now, M-Markus..” She wasn’t used to saying his first name. “This would all end sooner if you would just tell us what’s bothering you.”

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI DOHOHOHOHOHON’T WAHAHAHANNA TAHAHAHALK ABOUT IHIHIHIHIT!!!”

“Oh!! So there IS something wrong!” Valerie teased. “Then spill it! Or we’ll really let you have it!”

“GHIHIHIHIHIRLS PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE-! IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T BREHEEHEHEATHE!!!”

The office door swung open after a few minutes of this. Justin Everett, Robert Cromwell, and Kanae Tsuji walked in to see the chaotic scene.

“What… are you three doing?” Kanae asked, slightly annoyed. “This is a hospital, not a playground.”

Valerie and Elena momentarily paused their tickle attack, but Valerie kept her boyfriend pinned down.

“Uh uh! Don’t you move!” She turned to see them, visibly shy. “Sorry, Kanae.. but we’re not going anywhere until ‘Sir Giggles a lot’ here starts talking!”

“What do you mean? What did he do?” Justin asked, watching Markus squirm underneath her.

Elena explained. “He’s been doubling his work for the past 2 weeks, and he won’t take a break! We haven’t seen him get a good night’s sleep for ages!”

“Y-You’re.. over.. reacting..” Markus wheezed.

“Hush! No she’s not.” Valerie shut him up. “Are you gonna start talking so we can go eat? Or are you gonna prolong this issue?”

He stayed silent for a moment, but this quickly changed when Valerie and Elena started poking him in his stomach.

“OHOHOKAY!! OKAHAHAY!! I-I’LL TAHAHALK!! JUST STAHAHAHP IHIHIT!!”

With that, both women got off of him, and let him sit up.

“Hehe.. heh.. heh..”

“Jesus, he’s really ticklish.” Justin chuckled.

“Well?”

“…”

Valerie glared at him. “Do NOT make me pin you down again.”

“Come on, Markus. Open up to us.” Justin told him. “We’re all a team, remember?”

“He’s right. You can talk to us about anything, Dr. Vaughn.” Robert added.

“Mmhmm.” Kanae nodded her head in agreement.

After another few moments, he finally stood up and started talking.

“The thing is.. it’s been a year since we eradicated Stigma.. and yet.. I still feel responsible for the entire situation.. people died, because of me.. we got kidnapped, because of me.. and we were sent to a dangerous war zone, because of me. If I hadn’t discovered Stigma, none of these traumatic things would’ve happened.”

Everyone stares at him with wide eyes.

“M-Markus.. I didn’t think you would still feel guilty about this…” Valerie said. “You may have discovered Stigma.. but you are NOT the cause of all of those tragedies.”

Elena agreed. “Yes, Dr. Vaughn. You shouldn’t feel like that you’re the one who caused all of that mess.”

“The true culprits were the ones using Stigma as a biological weapon.” Robert explains. “And not only that, but they also increased its infectivity, causing many people to lose their lives. It isn’t your fault, doctor.”

He looked down at the ground. “But my discovery.. if I hadn’t-“

“It was inevitable, man.” Justin told him. “There was nothing you could’ve done. That blood is not on your hands.”

“Yes, doctor.” Kanae smiled, adjusting her glasses. “You, Valerie, and Elena are the ones responsible for destroying it for good. You should feel proud of that.”

All the encouragement and reassurance overwhelmed him, and he started to tear up.

“Oh, babe…” Valerie hugged him. “C’mon.. this isn’t like you.. don’t cry.”

“Dr. Vaughn..”

Everyone came closer, and tried their best to comfort the surgeon. But, he breaks down and sobs into Valerie’s shoulder.

“I’ve been acting strong for such a long time. I just couldn’t do it anymore.”

“C’mere, Markus..” Valerie pulled him close and she kisses him on the lips. “I love you. Next time something like this happens… and you need someone to talk to.. come to me first..”

“I w-will. I promise.” He responded.

“Should you refer him to a therapist?” Robert suggested. “Perhaps if he went to see a professional at this particular field-“

Valerie shook her head. “Thank you, Dr. Cromwell.. but I think Markus just needs to open himself up more often. And if he doesn’t..” She wiggles her fingers at him. “He’ll just get my special tickle therapy.”

“D-Don’t!” He giggles, pushing her away.

“This raises an important question, Markus.” Justin laughed. “What are you more afraid of? Stigma, or being tickled?”

Everyone had to laugh at that, especially when Markus’ face turned red.

“Well?”

“I’m not answering that.”

Justin turned to the others. “What about you guys? Stigma? Or tickle torture?”

“Dr. Everett, that’s just a stupid and childish question.” Kanae huffed.

“Sounds to me like you don’t wanna answer it, Kanae.” Valerie teased.

She was about to protest, but Justin poked her in the side. “Eeep!”

“Ahahahahah! Awww, that was cute, Kanae!” The specialist cackled, making her frown.

“Well, if I had to answer…. I would obviously say Stigma.” She said confidently.

“Uh huh…” Justin rolled his eyes. “How about you, Robert?”

Robert’s glasses fogged up, and his face turned crimson. “I-eh- I’d rather not- ahHAHA!” He squawked as his side was poked. “Ehehe- stop that!”

Everyone just laughed at his reaction. Eventually, Everyone had finally calmed down. Markus was feeling much better.

“Can we go eat now?”

“Yes, please! I’m starving!”

Almost all of them were out the door, but the couple stayed behind.

“We’ll be out in just a minute, Kanae!” Valerie called out.

“Ok, but don’t take too long, or we’re leaving without you!”

“Val, what-“

She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a passionate kiss.

“I love you, Markus Vaughn.” She says with another peck on the cheek. “Don’t you ever keep anything from me again.”

He smiles. “I won’t, Val. I promise.”