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( imessage ↬ bella ) lol no, i should've told you though, sorry! ( imessage ↬ bella ) yeah, i'm okay. ( imessage ↬ bella ) just stuff with my brother, as per usual. ( imessage ↬ bella ) i'll come back as soon as i can, can't have you observing all alone

░ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ ⋆ ₊˚ ▸ @salvatoraes 𐔌 STEFAN 𐦯 𐀔 continued. ( imessage ⤻ bella ) shit, sorry i had to take care of something ( imessage ⤻ bella ) is everything okay ? ( imessage ⤻ bella ) i could come back

[ TXT -> "f" stefan ] : i thought you got lost trying to find the bathroom lol [ TXT -> "f" stefan ] : is everything okay with YOU? i hope it's nothing crazy... [ TXT -> "f" stefan ] : no need to rush back, i can hold down the fort for awhile [ TXT -> "f" stefan ] : the plan is simple: just sit and stare

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continuing bc they're fun(ny) , @bloodsalted <3

" sorry, you just ... you looked so bite - able again. " stefan can't help but smirk as dean's blood drips down the side of his neck. it smells good too, he can't ignore that. but he didn't want to feed from him, he just wanted a small taste. not like he hasn't done it before. lips purse as he watches the hunter carefully, laughing softly at his threat. " dean, you're so cute when you're threatening me. i'm glad i get a pass though, i can't lie. makes me feel special. " he teases but it's cut short when he notices the other tilting, clearly becoming lightheaded. he didn't cause that much blood loss, did he ? shit, he should heal him. " shit, okay. come on, you're okay. " he uses his vampire speed to catch him before he hits the ground. he carries dean to the couch, sitting him upright. " let me heal you, winchester. "

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" scott ... okay fine, i'll bite you so you can see how vampire healing works. but only this once. " he lets out a sigh but soon lips shift into a smirk. " if it hurts i'm pulling back though, okay ? "

" right, so, there's pretty much only one obvious choice here. and before you start to do that thing, where you think you might hurt me and we go in circles about it for the rest of the night, maybe just — don't overthink it, just this once? "

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 the question makes him think & he's silent for longer than he probably should be. not wanting to rush an answer but also not sure how to answer. it hurts him to think about how there's a chance he won't see betty again ... or liz. she's always been like a mom to him, as much as she is care's mom. stefan can't bear the idea of not seeing them both again. he let's out an exhale as he leans against the tree next to her. legs stretch out & he looks up at the night sky, searching for the same blinking orb caroline was looking at. finally, he has an answer, even though he knows it's not the one his best friend is hoping for. ❝ then i won't say yes, care. because the truth is i don't know. we don't know if they'll make it down and that's ... scary and it's terrifying. ❞ he frowns, emerald gaze moving back to the blonde. his stomach twists thinking about how just a short while ago both of them were up there too, wondering what it was like down here. & now that he knows, he wishes he was still up there ... it's still less scary than the unknown they still have to figure out on the ground. ❝ but i have hope, because the alternative is giving up that i'll ever see betty again and that's something i don't want to think about. ❞

                  ❝         do   you   think   i'll   see   my   mom   again?         ❞       question   is   asked   in   a   quiet   tone,   not   wanting   to   rouse   any   of   the   kids   who   lay   asleep   around   them.       she's   on   baby   duty—it   was   how   some   of   the   guys   referred   to   caring   for   the   younger   kids—and   had   dragged   stefan   to   hang   out   with   her   so   she   wouldn't   be   alone.       and   even   though   her   task   was   technically   done,   she   was   quite   comfortable   under   her   makeshift   blanket   that   was   half   parachute,   half   squirrel   fur.       blue   hues   are   fixed   on   the   shiny,   blinking   star   that   she   is   sure   is   the   ark,   orbiting   above   them   in   silent   mockery.       ugh,   she   could   quite   literally   commit   murder   for   her   lumpy   mattress   right   now.     ❝         and   don't   tell   me   yes   unless   you   mean   it—i   need   honesty   right   now,   stefan.         ❞       her   voice   trembles   slightly   and   tears   prick   her   eyes,   but   she   quickly   blinks   them   away.     ❝         will   we   ever   see   any   of   them   again?         ❞        

@salvatoraes sent ☢️ for a the hundred starter !

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Bonnie! Bonnie, Bonnie wake up please. Are you okay?

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( imessage ↬ blair ) drinking ? no, even so you know it takes a lot to get me drunk. ( imessage ↬ blair ) wait i didn't even think about scrolling lol...

⌞ iMessage ↬ stef ⌝ Were you drinking when you sent the original message? ⁽ after a few moments. ₎

⌞ iMessage ↬ stef ⌝ Oh come on, do you delete your message history in your sleep?

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heatwave on the east coast got us all struggling, i’m thankful i’m near the lake for the week. but i hope my fellow east coast babes are staying cool 🥹 having a chill vaca otherwise but phew.

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he watches her carefully, the frown returning when he sees her wipe away the tear. this must mean yes, it is her in the photo. & whatever happened between them seemed to have really hurt her. did it hurt him too ? god, he wished he could remember. it wasn't recent ... 1864. he keeps forgetting how old he is, one hundred & something years old. that's still something he's trying to wrap his head around, how much life he's actually lived. how long he's been roaming his earth, once upon a time with her. " 1864, right. damon had mentioned that's when we turned into vampires. but he didn't mention you being there during that time. " probably because it's something he doesn't want to talk about. though, stefan had pieced together his brother wasn't much of a talker when it came to vulnerability or sincerity.

he nods as he listens, trying to be considerate of what katherine was saying. someone has been chasing her down for what seems like no reason other than simply wanting her dead. why would anyone hunt someone for no particular reason ? maybe he's missing parts of the story but that doesn't mean someone should be hunted for sport simply for living. stefan let's out a small sigh, then an 'ah' when she mentions they fell in love in 1864. he's starting to realize something then. " i'm sorry, katherine. that you spent your life running from someone just because you chose to live. nobody should have to run their whole life. i'm glad that i could bring you some happiness, i wish i could remember it. it sounds like times were simpler then and better. " he gives her a small yet genuine smile. " but now i'm wondering ... were you the one who turned my brother and i into vampires ? "

Her eyes watered almost instantly.

You used to be important but you aren't anymore.

How do you tell the man you love more than anything in the world that you chose not to die because you were scared and he's demonized you for it ever since? That every time he turns his back on you it feels like razer wire cutting to the bone?

How do you tell the man you've loved every second of every day that you made a choice you couldn't afford to regret and still ended up nothing to him?

Katherine reached up to wipe a tear from her cheek when he mentioned the photo. In all honesty yes. This was extremely hard for her. It hurt worse than anything Klaus had ever put her through. She wanted to shut down, but that had never been her strong suit. And Stefan needed her, she already couldnt be there for him once. She wasn't going to make that mistake again.

"No." Her voice wavered, clearly she's fighting a lot of emotions in favour of stability in her speech. "It wasn't recent. It was in 1864."

Katherine cleared her throat and licked her lips.

"A very long time ago I made the choice to live when someone else wanted me to die, and because I did, that person has hated me. Hunted me, destroyed everything I ever loved and i've been running ever since. I met you in 1864 and we fell in love. And for the first time I was happy. Really really happy. You loved me, and I loved you." Her smile was bitter sweet at best, those memories, as happy as they are for her are always a double edged sword.

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being covered in hickeys and lovebites wouldn't fix me but it would feel sooo good

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ahhh, okay my buns. it’s that time of year again, i’m finally going on my yearly vacation starting tomorrow ( the 22nd ) until next saturday ( the 28th ) so i won’t be here much on the dash to bother you all. and while i usually queue up all my drafts to post throughout the week ( i know, right ? all of them ? woaaaah ! the most writing i do all year as novi and kiki have once pointed out 🙄 ) but since i have developed a stupid hand condition that limits me from writing too much without causing pain, i wasn’t able to queue them all and i apologize, some old ones are still lingering bc i suck. but my queue is still full with some drafts and some other things so my blog isn’t just collecting dust while i’m gone. so, yeah, i’ll try to pop in here & there & maybe on discord too. apologies on slow responses ooc for the next week. love y’all sm, stay cool. 😎🤍

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he can't help but laugh a little at her response, knowing she's appeasing him, humoring him even. ❛ see, i know you're lying but i appreciate the effort, even though it's bullshit. oh, come on, rora ... don't do hell so dirty. ❜ truthfully, he'd rather be in hell than here right now, especially knowing klaus was on some tantrum. ( again ) ❛ you know, that might be true. maybe we need minions to do the dirty work. i could compel some, actually. ❜ he genuinely thinks about it for a moment, it would make things much easier for the two of them. the thought shifts as he plops another body into the pit. how many more are there ? ugh. ❛ eh, sometimes it's a threat, sometimes it's a perk. he has his moments. ❜ he swallows, trying to ignore the twinge in his chest. it's like something more should be there but he can't figure out what. can't place it. ❛ great, so after we dump these corpses i think we should grab some lunch. i'm kind of craving a burger. ❜

she simply eyes him for a moment before snorting. ❛ sure, i'm so proud of you for not being the rampage killer this time. the bar is truly in hell, stefan, ❜ she adds, tone dry. how did she end up with a pair of immortals that both possess questionable feeding habits and poor self control? she must've done something real bad in a former life to earn this draw of the short end of the stick. ❛ probably because you don't have any minions to do it for you, ❜ she quips, rolling another body to its permanent resting place. raising a brow, she struggles to imagine klaus feeling that strongly about anyone. ❛ that guy, obsessed with you? sounds more like a threat than a perk, but i guess we gotta take what we can get. ❜ she shrugs. ❛ dunno, he was very cryptic. only mentioned witch business and that he'd be back before nightfall. i don't think he trusts me enough to give me any real details yet. ❜

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stefan had never been one for balls, parties or anything of the variety. until he had met her : elain archeron. he still remembers the first ball he saw her at, she was ( & still is ) the most beautiful girl he's ever laid his eyes on. & since that one ball ( that he can't even remember what it was for at this point ) he loved them. sure, he gets to see her outside of them now ... but there's something about spotting her from across a grand hall while other fae dance nearby that makes his heart leap. seeing her in a gown, ready to dance or just be with him is something he'd never get tired of. she was also the only one he didn't mind dancing with. her gentleness matching his own, something he often appreciated about her.

he grins at her response, grateful that he's the one who makes her smile the way she does. that he's helped pull her out of the despair of losing her father, her human life. " since we met, huh ? that brings me so much joy. " his hand rests in her lap now, eyes moving between her & the dancing people in the center of the room. " i remember asking you but i can't fully remember what they told you. " he recalls the memory, it's one he's fond of. he had always enjoyed watching her in the garden, communicating with the flowers so eloquently, like she belonged amongst them. " right, yes. now i remember. " he pauses, glancing down at her. " so, have i ? helped you see again, elain ? "

@salvatoraes : ❝ every time you smile at me, i memorize it. i remember each moment that i get to be the one to bring out that light inside you. no matter what happens between us, that’s what i’ll remember. ❞

after becoming such a shell of herself, elain knew the truth behind stefan's words. he'd seen her in the worst pits of despair. how she'd withered and nearly drowned in the depths of a power she didn't understand. he was gentle and mirrored so many parts of herself. meeting him and having someone around who had no expectations of her was helpful beyond measure. no matter her mood or headspace, stefan adjusted and accommodated himself to fit. he didn't ask elain for more than she was willing to give. it's a kindness she'll always remember.

"it's been that way since we met, you know," she replies, the hand he extended to her now settled in her lap as a grand ball goes on beyond them. it was nice to celebrate, to get away from the mundane and the duties of war that loom over all of them. "i don't think i'd smiled in months. but then you caught me in the garden just staring at the flowers, and when i told you they spoke to me, you didn't question it." a blush heats her cheeks as she recalls the moment. "you asked me what they said." more than that, stefan took a seat on the bench across from where her hands bore into the dirt. "do you remember what i told you?"

elain smiles, knowing the answer to her question. it was another thing she'd never forget. "he'll pull the veil over your head — he'll help you see again."

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ultimate male fictional characters i fell in love with // a thread 29/?

29. Lorenzo Zurzolo: Niccolò (Baby 2018-2020)

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( imessage ↬ raps ) talk about it, me ? do you know who you're asking to talk about his feelings ?? ( imessage ↬ raps ) fried pickles? you're killing me... ( imessage ↬ raps ) what about some burgers?

( imessage: stefan ): of course.

( imessage: stefan ): but we’re not going to deflect, okay? do you want to talk about it at all?

( imessage: stefan ): maybe over a plate of fried pickles? // continued, @salvatoraes

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ahhh, okay my buns. it’s that time of year again, i’m finally going on my yearly vacation starting tomorrow ( the 22nd ) until next saturday ( the 28th ) so i won’t be here much on the dash to bother you all. and while i usually queue up all my drafts to post throughout the week ( i know, right ? all of them ? woaaaah ! the most writing i do all year as novi and kiki have once pointed out 🙄 ) but since i have developed a stupid hand condition that limits me from writing too much without causing pain, i wasn’t able to queue them all and i apologize, some old ones are still lingering bc i suck. but my queue is still full with some drafts and some other things so my blog isn’t just collecting dust while i’m gone. so, yeah, i’ll try to pop in here & there & maybe on discord too. apologies on slow responses ooc for the next week. love y’all sm, stay cool. 😎🤍

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— a few random 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 !!

animals … rabbits, deer, cats, dogs, moose, grizzly bears. mythological creatures … pegasus, dryad, hippogriff. mythological figures … apollo, athena, artemis, hestia. drinks … blood, coffee, bourbon, red wine. food … pasta, steak, potatoes, red velvet cupcakes, cannolis, tiramisu. fruits + berries … lemons, red apples, blueberries, blackberries. flowers … dark center poppies, sedum, hyacinth, forget-me-nots. spices … basil, sage, rosemary, cinnamon, mint. materials … velvet, leather, sandpaper, wood, marble, wool. weapons … fangs, stakes, vervain darts, fists. clothes … flannel shirts, boots, jeans, jean jackets, leather jackets, plain hoodies & t-shirts. gemstones … emerald, lapis lazuli, sardonyx, topaz, peridot. colors … maroon, sage green, army green, gray, royal blue, brown. weather + time … cloudy, drizzling, misty, sunny, hazy, dawn, early mornings, midnight. disasters … hurricanes, landslides. locations … libraries, speakeasies, graveyards, verona ( italy ) , the mystic grill, the salvatore crypt, farmers markets. miscellaneous … first edition books, any books, worn and used journals, ink stains, quills, forests, trees, old photographs, sports cars, motorcycles, his black cat, muddy footprints, vervain, italian food, old houses that creak in the night, his daylight ring.

stole this from : @g0spels <3

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Stefan Salvatore in THE VAMPIRE DIARIES 1.19 "Miss Mystic Falls" ↳ requested by @sweetner-pov