#stefan.

[traumatise]

@irasceris !

there are two key issues he needs to address with his brother, but one is significantly more pressing than the other. stefan's very human again, with all the bittersweet stomach-twisting uncertainty that comes with that reality in this town—but that's the less pressing issue. the bigger one, of course, is this: "were you going to tell me you moved rebekah in, or was i just supposed to bump into her after a shower and work it out for myself?"

[ofmagicandblood]

it's only human... || katherine x stefan

The dim glow of the Mystic Grill's neon sign flickered as Katherine pushed open the door. Her human form felt too exposed for her liking, but she masked it well with a confident strut and a quick scan of the room. She was here for something simple — f o o d. A necessity now, not a pleasure. At least not anymore. A girl can eat only so many slices of cherry pie. Her refined tastes had been reduced to greasy fries and watered-down bourbon. Life as a human was a cruel joke, but Katherine had no intention of letting anyone see her falter.

She spotted him almost immediately. Stefan. He was seated at the corner booth, staring at his glass like it held the answers to all of life’s questions. His shoulders were tense, his jaw tight, and his hair slightly disheveled. Katherine paused for the briefest of moments, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her features. Seeing him again after everything that had happened after Elena's birthday party was... challenging. But then her lips curved into a smile, soft but calculated, and she adjusted her course toward him.

“Stefan,” she said as she approached, her voice carrying just the right mix of surprise and warmth. She slid into the seat across from him before he could respond. “Fancy seeing you here. Alone, no less." She tilted her head, feigning innocence when he didn't greet her immediately. “Okay... Don’t sound too thrilled. I was just here to grab a bite—human food, believe it or not. But seeing you? That’s just a bonus.” She leaned back against the booth, crossing her legs gracefully. Katherine chuckled, a sound soft and almost genuine. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, her expression shifting to something softer, more vulnerable. “And I think it's exactly what I need right now, to see a familiar face. Being human isn’t exactly a walk in the park, Stefan." She sighed, letting her guard drop just enough. “I don’t expect you to care, but it’s...different now. Everything is different.” Her voice wavered, just slightly, and she looked away, as if embarrassed by the admission.

For a moment, silence stretched between them, broken only by the clinking of glasses and the distant hum of conversation. Then she smiled again, sharper this time. “But don’t worry. I’m still Katherine. Vulnerable or not, I always land on my feet." She took the opportunity to change the subject, letting her charm slip back into place like a well-worn glove. “Enough about me. What about you? Brooding, drinking alone—it’s like a bad cliché. Let me guess, Elena troubles? No, no... wait... Damon troubles?” Her tone was teasing, but there was an edge to it, something that suggested she already knew the answer.

@traumatise

[souldug]

[nudesnoises]

Stefan Soell

[viktere]

@story1ines ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚

ㅤㅤ❛❛ you'll let me cook for you tonight, right? ❜❜ so he asked with an impish smile, but he was already posted up in her kitchen, supplies and fresh food cluttering the countertops around the stove. things had just been . . . a lot lately, and he not only wanted to create some peace and quiet for her, but he also just missed her. the connection he felt with elena was one he'd been craving for what felt like as long as he could remember, and he didn't want to squander that ⸻ didn't want to let anything or anyone get in the way of it. so he would carve out time for them whenever he could, even if it was just to do something small. ❛❛ maybe we could watch a movie, too? ❜❜

[thecollectibles]

Art by Stefan Koidl

[dixt]

la scarzuola in umbria, italy ⋅ ph. stefan giftthaler

[zegalba]

artwork by Stefan Visan

[traumatise]

@etcrnalfangs !

a number of suspicious things all click into place when he nearly collides with rebekah in his own kitchen. the noises from damon's room at night he opted not to investigate, just in case. the growing collection of skin care, perfume, womens' underwear getting mixed up in their laundry he attributed to his brother experimenting with some things about himself (which, okay, no judgment here). yeah, it's finally clicking. "—morning," he offers in place of an interrogation, because she's already dealing with enough just being his brother's bed-buddy. "i was going to make some coffee, if you want any, but i'm guessing you already know where to find all of that." a pause that could be awkward, for anyone else, if stefan didn't already have well over a century of off-and-on practice at being weird about these things. "so, do we think it's going to be a summer wedding, or...?"

[bruhaalla]

Right now i need a fat blunt in between my lips a twisted tea in my left hand and a hot 6'5 short tempered man in the right hand and then i just maybe i can go to sleep

[souldug]

❛  you did everything you could.  ❜ / stelena

empathetic starters.

ㅤㅤand it hadn't been enough. his life's purpose since returning to mystic falls had become to allow himself to have a life again, and protect those he loves. and yet he feels as though he's been failing spectacularly at the latter, threats and dangers around every corner. but even so, he doesn't regret coming home. because he's gotten to meet her — elena. she's the best thing that's ever happened to him, and makes walking the twisted and dark path of his existence worth it. all the grief, guilt, shame, devastating hunger, the death that clings to his very skin; they all lead to this moment, when he takes her face tenderly in his hands ( the greatest thing he's ever held ). ❛❛ are you hurt? ❜❜ is his response, both because he doesn't want to challenge her words with his own doubts and because her wellbeing is his chief concern. emerald gaze looks her over carefully, but he won't be satisfied until she answers.

[illustratus]

Pines by Stefan Popowski

[nudesnoises]

Stefan Soell

[stvrlitsky]

Live, love and stan my jealous fictional boyfriends <3333

[heartiella]

There is no stronger force than that of a girl’s desperation to write about her male hyperfixation.

[shelbybyr]

When you run out of fics to read