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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝  𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭

[  TXT  ]  :  quick.  no  time  to  explain.  pick  one:  frogs  or  lasers.

[  TXT  ]  :  why  are  you  still  awake?

[  TXT  ]  :  what  would  you  do  if  i  texted  “i’m  outside”  and  actually  was?

[  TXT  ]  :  would  you  still  like  me  if  i  was  a  worm?  be  honest.

[  TXT  ]  :  i  dare  you  to  stop  thinking  about  me  for  one  minute.  bet  you  can’t.

[  TXT  ]  :  i  saw  something  shiny  and  dramatic  and  thought  of  you.

[  TXT  ]  :  wanna  make  bad  decisions  together  or  what?

[  TXT  ]  :  how  illegal  would  it  be  if  i  showed  up  with  a  raccoon  in  a  cowboy  hat?

[  TXT  ]  :  you  looked  hot  today  btw.  not  that  you  asked.

[  TXT  ]  :  do  you  want  the  good  news,  the  bad  news,  or  the  chaotic  news  first?

[  TXT  ]  :  okay,  so  hear  me  out. cereal  is  basically  cold  soup,  right?

[  TXT  ]  :  what’s  your  villain  origin  story?

[  TXT  ]  :  thinking  about  you.  thought  you  should  know.

[  TXT  ]  :  if  we  were  in  a  rom-com,  this  is  the  part  where  we’d  kiss  in  the  rain.  just  saying.

[  TXT  ]  :  what’s  your  toxic  trait  in  uno?

[  TXT  ]  :  if  i  say  something  reckless,  will  you  pretend  you  didn’t  hear  it?

[  TXT  ]  :  how  mad  would  you  be  if  i  said  “let’s  get  matching  tattoos”  and  meant  it?

[  TXT  ]  :  i  hope  something  good  happens  to  you  today.  like,  you  find  five  dollars.

[  TXT  ]  :  i  have  a  plan.  it’s  chaotic  and  underdeveloped.  you  in?

[  TXT  ]  :  you  make  my  brain  go  all  soft.  thanks  a  lot.

[  TXT  ]  :  which  one  of  us  would  survive  a  horror  movie?  and  who’d  die  in  the  dumbest  way?

[  TXT  ]  :  i  just  caused  a  scene  at  the  grocery  store.  be  ready  to  alibi  me.

[  TXT  ]  :  what’s  something  that  always  makes  you  smile?

[  TXT  ]  :  do  you  think  we’d  get  banned  from  a  museum  if  we  tried  hard  enough?

[  TXT  ]  :  i’m  bored.  flirt  with  me.

[  TXT  ]  :  tell  me  a  secret  you’ve  never  said  out  loud.

[  TXT  ]  :  if  you  were  here  right  now,  what  would  we  be  doing?

[  TXT  ]  :  be  honest.  did  you  think  about  me  today?

[  TXT  ]  :  if  i  told  you  i  missed  you,  would  you  say  it  back  or  leave  me  on  read?

[  TXT  ]  :  what’s  your  comfort  movie  and  do  you  wanna  watch  it  with  me?

[  TXT  ]  :  you’re  my  favorite  notification.  don’t  make  it  weird.

[  TXT  ]  :  this  is  me  texting  you  instead  of  overthinking.  you’re  welcome.

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Elena stood still, the quiet weight of Eva’s words sinking deep beneath her skin. She didn’t flinch when Eva snapped, didn’t try to interrupt or soften what was clearly years of grief and rage breaking through the surface. She let the silence sit for a moment, not out of discomfort—but out of respect. Then she stepped forward, her voice low and steady. “You’re right.” Her throat tightened, but she didn’t look away. “You should be pissed. What Damon did to your father… it was wrong. And cruel. And unforgivable in ways I don’t think even Damon truly understands.”

She paused, searching Eva’s face, trying to find some part of her that wasn’t buried under all that fire. “You think I don’t get it. And maybe not all of it—I won’t pretend to feel your exact pain. But I’ve lost people too. I’ve had to smile and act like everything’s fine while the world keeps spinning like nothing happened.” Her voice cracked just slightly, but she kept going. “This town—this life—it forces us to live with contradictions. To protect people we don’t always agree with. To find reasons to keep going when everything inside us says we should fall apart.”

She took a careful breath. “I’m not asking you to forgive Damon. I’m not even asking you to understand why he’s still here. I just… I see what it’s doing to you. The anger. The pain. The way you won’t let yourself feel any of it without a glass in your hand.” Elena stepped closer, gentler now. “You don’t have to go through this alone, Eva. I won’t let you. No one’s asking you to stop being angry—but don’t let it be the only thing keeping you alive.”

Elena stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The scent of bourbon was thick in the air, but it didn’t cover the heavier undercurrent of grief, rage—and something darker. She studied Eva quietly for a moment, taking in the stiff posture, the defensive tone, the barely contained bitterness behind her words. "No," Elena said gently, "Stefan didn’t send me."

She moved slowly, carefully, like approaching a wounded animal that might lash out at any second. "I came because… I know what it’s like to feel broken. To feel like everything that made you who you are just got torn away."

Her voice remained calm, but there was no pity in it—only understanding. "You don’t need anyone babying you, I get that. But being strong doesn’t mean doing it alone. And it definitely doesn’t mean pretending you're fine when you're falling apart."

Elena met Eva’s eyes, steady and unwavering. "You’re allowed to be angry. You’re allowed to not be okay. But shutting everyone out? That’s not strength. That’s survival. And I think you deserve more than just surviving."

She let the silence settle between them for a beat, then added softly, "So… I’m here. Not to fix you. Just to remind you—you’re not alone unless you want to be."

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"It's not that complicated." (from caroline?)

"Maybe not to you.. but it is to me." She shook her head. "Look, Caroline. It's very complicated."

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"There's no need to pretend." (from liv parker?)

"What are you talking about? Pretending what?" Elena looked confused as Liv spoke.

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Let me just say...

I'm proud of my love.. for landing the job of his dreams. @saltzblood

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Never in my 20+ years of roleplaying have I ever had someone say our writing doesn't "mesh". Am I really that shitty of a writer? Maybe I should quit.

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Elena’s eyes softened as she listened, taking in the subtle shift in Stefan’s tone, the way his calm cracked just slightly at the edges. She hadn’t meant to catch him off guard—at least, not like this—but something had been sitting with her lately, and she needed to know where they stood.

She reached for his hand, lacing her fingers through his gently, grounding herself in the quiet steadiness of his presence. “No,” she said softly, shaking her head. “I’ve never felt pressured by you. Not once.” Her thumb brushed across his knuckles. “That’s actually why I felt like I could ask. Because I trust you not to make me feel like I have to be anything I’m not ready to be.” She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, then met his eyes fully.

"When do you think is a normal time to have sex?"

“Well, that’s a bit unexpected. It’s important to me that you’re comfortable.” Stefan’s demeanor hasn’t changed despite the surprise, he remains relaxed and content to just be with Elena, but he’s taken aback by the question. It’s usually a hunger drive of ‘what should we do for dinner’ or ‘did you see what Caroline posted on Twitter’, but today, he’s facing what he should have seen coming for a while.

“Whenever you’re ready, and uh, when you want to. Have you ever felt pressured into something you’re not ready for?” Stefan asks out of concern and to figure out where the question came from, internally.

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Elena tilted her head slightly, amused by how effortlessly Stefan tried to charm his way out of not doing the assignment. Typical. Her lips curled into a half-smile, but she crossed her arms lightly, pretending to think it over. "So let me get this straight," she said, mock-serious, "you didn’t do the reading, and now you’re hoping I’ll save you from the wrath of a very over-caffeinated math teacher by what—letting you copy off me?"

She leaned in just a little, matching his sway without realizing it, her tone still playful. "You really know how to pick your study partners, Salvatore." With a soft laugh, she added, "But fine. We’ll study. But don’t expect me to do all the work. And if Damon shows up to derail everything with his dramatic sighing and eye-rolling, I’m kicking him out. No offense."

Stefan raised both brows, and they quickly fell again as she turned it onto him. "Mm, no." He's been busy balancing his brother's endless interfering and his own seemingly endless hunger constantly burdening him. But he should have done some of his homework so he didn't stress out their teacher.

"Maybe that's the perfect excuse so, we can study together." Stefan suggested, swaying slightly closer to Elena. "We both have the same assignment, Damon finds math outrageously boring.."

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Elena’s eyes softened as she looked at him, heart tugging in that quiet, familiar way it always did when Alaric wore that rare, tired smile—the one he reserved for moments that mattered. She stepped closer, her tone teasing, but her gaze warm. "I’m not sending you anywhere, Ric. You’re kind of impossible to get rid of. Believe me, I would’ve tried during my moody high school years if I could."

There was a pause, just long enough to feel the weight of what he’d said before.

"But seriously..." Her voice lowered, softened with something more vulnerable. "Thank you. I know you say you’ll hear me, and I actually believe you. You've always known when I needed someone—even before I did."

She smiled then, quiet and grateful. "You're not just the best dad to those girls. You were the closest thing to one I had, too." A beat. "And I swear, if I ever do try to put you in a nursing home, it’ll be a really nice one. Bourbon on tap. A punching bag. Maybe a supernatural perimeter spell or two."

"Have I not always protected you?" - from ALARIC SALTZMAN.

"Yes." Elena nodded. "But I'm scared that you won't always be there to protect me. Or be able to."

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Elena stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The scent of bourbon was thick in the air, but it didn’t cover the heavier undercurrent of grief, rage—and something darker. She studied Eva quietly for a moment, taking in the stiff posture, the defensive tone, the barely contained bitterness behind her words. "No," Elena said gently, "Stefan didn’t send me."

She moved slowly, carefully, like approaching a wounded animal that might lash out at any second. "I came because… I know what it’s like to feel broken. To feel like everything that made you who you are just got torn away."

Her voice remained calm, but there was no pity in it—only understanding. "You don’t need anyone babying you, I get that. But being strong doesn’t mean doing it alone. And it definitely doesn’t mean pretending you're fine when you're falling apart."

Elena met Eva’s eyes, steady and unwavering. "You’re allowed to be angry. You’re allowed to not be okay. But shutting everyone out? That’s not strength. That’s survival. And I think you deserve more than just surviving."

She let the silence settle between them for a beat, then added softly, "So… I’m here. Not to fix you. Just to remind you—you’re not alone unless you want to be."

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The familiar scent that filled her half vampire senses was all Eva needed to know who entered through the front door into the Salvatore Boarding House. There'd been no need for Eva to turn around, even spare a glance over her shoulder, to confirm who the unexpected guest was. "Let me guess: Stefan sent you over to check up on me." Eva stated, lips pursing with a sigh.

She helped herself to one of Damon's bourbon bottles: not caring at all in the slightest if he would threaten her for even touching it. After all, what else could he do to her? What was worse than killing her father and turning her into a human-vampire freak of nature? Eva turned around, finally gazing at Elena. "I'm fine." Clearly, she wasn't: her deep frown said otherwise, "I don't need no one babyin' me."

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I've got everything in my drafts and I am currently working through these. Just know I haven't forgotten you.

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how do you need to be comforted?

Elena: to be held.

you need someone to wrap you up, squeezing together all the parts of you that feel broken. you crave being shielded away from the world, where no one can see you... no one can hurt you.

Tagged By: @saltzblood (thank you my love) Tagging: whoever

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"Have I not always protected you?" - from ALARIC SALTZMAN.

"Yes." Elena nodded. "But I'm scared that you won't always be there to protect me. Or be able to."

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@saltzblood

girls will be like “i need this” & it’s the deep passionate love of a vampire to consume them body & soul leaving them limp in their arms while the vampire tells them they were good

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"No he didn't do anything. I'm just.. always afraid you are going to get tired of me.. or find someone better." She shook her head. "You know, since I'm broken cause of losing my parents.. people, certain people see me as weak."

"Who said you were gonna lose me?" Stefan wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her taut to him, only to be close to her; reassure her. "I promise, if Klaus has been spreading lies again, Elena, I'll - I'll handle it. Whatever he's done."