eye am here to stay

Loki x Criminal!reader - Unbelievable

A/N - I like this idea a lot, hope you enjoy.

Warnings: maybe some bad language?

Plot: Loki is content alone in his cell, but will he be content with some company? Slight guardians of the galaxy references?

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I throw my head back, my neck cracking almost immediately. I’ve been in need of that in months, having no proper bed to sleep on really takes its toll. Six months I’ve been in this cell, with only the company of the other prisoners and my mother occasionally. My brother has not once visited me, understandable as the last time we met we were trying to kill each other.

I try to do what’s best for midguard. I try to give those humans the freedom they want and desire. I try to rule them, to make it a better place. And this is the thanks I get.

I sigh and stand up, leaving the book I’ve already read five times on the floor. Making my way to the front of the cell, I stand with my hands behind my back, looking left and right, for anything new. But nothing new ever happens down here. No break outs, no new company. Nothing.

I run my hands along the barrier. The barrier that separates me from my freedom and will do for a very long time.

A voice in the distance breaks me from my thoughts, perking my head up I furrow my brows in confusion. The shouts of ‘let me go’ and 'get off me’ could be heard, with grunts of what I presume are the guards. The voice is female, definitely.

No use struggling sweetheart.

The guards bring her into the jail, stopping in front of my cell. I step back and look at her. H/C hair covering her face and a F/C leather jacket with black pants.

The guards look at each other in doubt, as if deciding whether it’s a good idea to put her in with me.

They soon let out a sigh and shove her through the barrier. She stumbles in but doesn’t fall. I watch her walk to the barrier, shouting at the guards that brought her here.

“Hey assholes! Give it back! It’s mine now! I got someone willing to buy from me for 10,000 units!” She shouts, her jaw set.

She shakes her head and steps away from the barrier, her black boots echoing in the cell. I let out a chuckle and she looks over at me, groaning in frustration.

“Out of all the people, I’m stuck in space jail with YOU. A bat shit crazy God. How delightful. Do they have no consideration for my well-being?”

“Who are you?”

She rolls her eyes, “Y/N.”

I nod slowly, repeating her name over and over in my head. Y/N, such a pretty name to match such a pretty girl. “Well, Y/N, I’m afraid not. You’ll most likely be in here for a while. Unless you find a way to escape.”

She looks up at me, “Should be easy. I’ve escaped every prison I’ve been in, that’s around 14 so far. I don’t see this one as any different.”

My smirk turns into a smile, “14 prisons? That’s quite impressive. But what would a lady like you be doing in prisons?”

She looks at me warily, “Why do you wanna know?”

I raise my eyebrows, “If we’re to be cell mates, the least we can do is get to know each other. We are going to be in here for a considerable amount of time, unless you find a way to escape of course.”

She shrugs, as if taking my words into consideration before answering me, “I’m a thief. I steal things, usually valuable things. Things that make a lot of money. I take them and sell them for the highest offer. I’ve been doing it since I was young, since I got picked up from earth.”

I nod, processing everything she says carefully, “So, why are you here? On Asguard, in jail.”

She bites her lip and let’s out a breathy laugh, “I…I got caught stealing weapons…and the crown.”

My eyes widen, oh I like her already.

I smike at her, “Daring, my love, even if I do say so myself. You have guts, coming here to steal the crown. I like that in a woman.”

Her eyes widen, “No, no, no. I am not here to stay. I plan on escaping in the next couple of days. So don’t even think of trying anything with me.”

I smile, “I kid. But how do you plan to escape?”

She shrugs, looking over at me, “I’m not sure, but I will find a way. Even if I die trying. And….maybe if you’re good I’ll take you with me.”

I smirk, I can behave myself for a while…I think.

theladypirate  asked:

1, 8, 28, and 70 for Cassaric plz and thank yoooouuuuu :D

1.  “Marry me.”
8.  “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”
28. “Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”
70.  “Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

Oh boy this kinda turned into a thing lol



Gotta love Orlesians, Varric thought while knocking back the drink in his hand. Because at least Orlesians always had good booze. Something he felt he was in great need of at the moment.

His gaze swept across the hall, landing on Cassandra who happened to be chatting with Lord FloppyHat of WhoGivesAFuck… just like she had been since his arrival at this Maker forsaken party.

He had journeyed to Orlais specifically to see her. And she hadn’t even greeted him. So he muttered under his breath, snagged another drink from a passing servant’s tray, and did his best to hide from Ruffles and Nightingale.

If they saw him, he knew they would ask questions. And he didn’t want to answer questions. He hadn’t intended to answer a single damn question all night, but he had wanted to ask one. A very important one.  Only the person he needed to ask couldn’t even be bothered to look at him, let alone spare enough time in order to be asked.

In a thoroughly sour mood, Varric crept out to the gardens, searching for a secluded spot in order to lick his wounds and drown his sorrows. The place he decided on was tucked away from the main paths, and just dark enough to suit his mood.

He wasn’t sure how long he was out there, though his drink was half gone by the time an achingly familiar, and almost amused voice called out.

“Why are you out here moping?”

Varric looked up at Cassandra, eyes narrowed. “Oh, so you did know I was here?”

“Of course.” She looked confused, her head tilted to one side. “I kept trying to get away, but Lord Rousseau kept droning on and on about his horses and Leliana says I am to be more diplomatic so I could not just leave.”

Cassandra sank down next to him with a sigh. “It has been terrible.”

“Huh, could have fooled me,” Varric muttered.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean that I spent days locked up in a carriage to come see you, and you couldn’t even excuse yourself for five minutes to say hello?” He grumbled some more, took a swig of his drink, and tried to ignore the feel of Cassandra’s gaze locked on his face.

Silence stretched out before them before Cassandra finally spoke, her voice low as if she were uncovering a big secret. “You are jealous.”

“I am not jealous.”

“You are!” Now she was amused. “Varric Tethras, jealous because I was being bored to death about talk of horses.”

“It had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with you!” Varric spat, turning to face her. “You were the one flirting with him.”

“Flirting?” Cassandra gave him an incredulous look. “I do not flirt! Least of all with random diplomats obsessed with horses!”

Varric scoffed, and shook his head. “Look, why don’t you just go back inside? Maybe find another Lord or another to bat your eyes at.”

“Oh, no Varric! I am staying right here, because you can stop pretending this is all my fault. You started it, by getting jealous and blowing something completely innocent out of proportion.” Her own anger was rising, eyes flashing in warning.

“Fine, I’ll leave!” He slid off the bench, intending to head back to the party so he could find Bran and get their carriage and head back to Kirkwall. Coming to Orlais had obviously been a mistake.

“I know the real reason why you are upset.”

He stopped, turned around slowly. “That so?”

“Yes.” Now her features softened. “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question that brought you here in the first place?”

Varric slowly narrowed his eyes. “How do you know that’s why I came?”

“Perhaps a little bird told me?”

“Or perhaps it was a nosy seneschal who can’t seem to keep his damn mouth shut!?” Varric was going to strangle Bran the next time he saw him. Then he was going to make him walk back to Kirkwall. The traitor.

Cassandra’s laughter brought him out of his thoughts. She was smiling. Maker, why did she have to be so beautiful she smiled?

“Perhaps, but he meant well. Do not harm him.”

“I’ll think about it.” Varric shifted nervously, suddenly keenly aware of the ring burning a figurative hole in the pocket of his vest.

“So…?” Cassandra prompted after a moment. “Are you going to ask?”

In that moment everything else seemed utterly ridiculous; his moodiness and accusations, his jealousy and all the worrying he had done on the journey to Orlais. The night was warm, the air sweet with the heady scent of so many flowers in bloom. Overhead the stars were out, glittering brightly, and the sounds of the party were muffled by the hedges and trees around them.

Cassandra sat before him in a plum colored dress he knew Ruffles had forced her into, her braid draped over one shoulder, and her cheeks had taken on a rosy hue. She was stunning and he loved her and she loved him even though he acted like an ass most of the time.

Varric walked back to her, swiftly pulling the ring from his breast pocket as he sank to one knee before her. He held up the ring, eyes locked with hers.

“Cassandra Allegra Portia Calogera Filomena–”

“Get on with it!”

He huffed out a quick laugh before sucking in a deep breath and asking, “Marry me?”

“I thought you would never ask.” She plucked the ring from his fingers and slipped it onto hers. “Now kiss me, Dwarf.”

“Who am I to deny my future wife?” With that he rose to his feet, cradled her face in both hands and kissed her soundly. Neither of them ever returned to the party.

Wolf Spell Part V [Minseok X Reader]

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V [M] ||

Word Count: 1983

Genre: Wolf AU; Romance; Action;

Rating: M [crude language and sexual situations]


Minseok could hear Jong-dae and Kyungsoo as they fed into their desire with their own mates.  His blood began to boil calling out to you, asking you to answer.  Still chained to the bed, he was struggling against the searing pain he felt from his betrayal.  He would cry, but he there were no more tears to let out.  Chanyeol came in, sitting next to him.  Of course those who weren’t mated were affected by the heat as those who were.  They felt it, but it wasn’t as strong and could be easily ignored if they wanted to.  

“Do you know where she is?”  Chanyeol asked as he unlocked one of the chains.  


“Yes.”  Minseok nostrils flared as he felt the longing run through him.  You calling out to him, even if you didn’t want to at this moment.  Before Chanyeol unlocked him, he kneeled down looking at his pack brother.  

“How?’  Forcing his icy stare at the younger wolf he realized the sternness in Chanyeol's’ eyes was there.  

“Why are you asking?”

“You didn’t see her in that cell.”  He mumbled as he held the last lock in his hands.  Minseok’s body went ridged.  “She was just sitting there trying to comfort who ever needed it at the time, when Arthur came down, two human heads, an elderly couple, hanging from his hands by their hair.  She looked so frightened, he just dropped them.  His laugh was a roaring as he left her there in her misery.  She knelt down picking them up, she began to cry.  Her one sister, told her she shouldn’t have helped humans to begin with.  Bonds were weak, and lead to death, just like her mother’s.”  Glaring at him, he unlocked the last lock.  Minseok’s breath was deep as his senses were on high alert.   “She wouldn’t do that hyung.  Out of all three of them ___ took bonds seriously.  She would never create one to just get back a pack.  Pack that to her, didn’t matter to begin with.  Arthur was right, they don’t take sides.  They do what they believe is right, always staying neutral and hearing both arguments.”  

“Why did you tell me this?”  Minseok asked, peering at him, as he felt his shift coming.  

“Because she saved my life in those cells.  You’re the only one who can bring her back.  We need to protect her as a pack Hyung.  ___ is your mate.  Start acting like you’re hers.”  Minseok took off, not even bothering to wait till he was outside to shift.  Your scent filled his nostrils as he ran deeper into the woods.  Even for a witch who can travel a great distance, you didn’t go as far as you thought.


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Stay (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Request - Can do #33 in list one with Jefferson?

Prompt - “I love you. I fucking love you”

Tw - swearing

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“You’re leaving again?” You looked at your best friend Thomas Jefferson with disbelief, standing in the doorway as you watched him pack his belongings into a bag.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I still have unfinished business in France, I have to go back for a while.” He responded to you without looking away from what he was doing, barely acknowledging that you were more than just a voice at the moment.

“How long is a while going to be? Why didn’t you just finish everything before you left? You surely didn’t just figure out that you were leaving so why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I’m sorry,” Thomas repeated, running his hand through his thick, bushy hair before using it once again to cram everything he deemed necessary into his suitcase. He felt guilty for not telling you sooner, but he really did hate it when you were sad. “And I don’t know how long I’ll be, but I will come back.”

You stood there, helpless as you watched Thomas, someone who you had been friends with for as long as you could remember, someone who had been by your side forever until the day he left for France, leave once again. Silently, you watched as he stood, lifting his bag with him, and walked out the door, past you. He began walking down the stairs and you followed, thinking of something to say to possibly get him to stay.

As you saw his hand extend towards the doorknob, you grasped onto his arm without trying, stopping him from opening the door. He turned to face you, your head was down and your eyes were brimmed with tears, struggling to keep them back.

“Please… Don’t leave me…” You murmured, your eyes fixed on the floor.

Thomas looked at you apologetically. “I’m not leaving you for too long, you’ll be fine.”

You shook your head, tears beginning to fall silently. You wanted to believe that you would be fine, but you felt that you wouldn’t. You had what felt like thousands of drafts of letters that you had addressed to Thomas while he was away that you hadn’t sent to him in fear of what me might say in response to them. All of them confessed the feelings you had for him but you were never sure how to word it exactly. It would sound too stupid and cheesy, all this about falling in love with your best friend.

“Thomas,” You began, “I-How do I say this…. I love you. I fucking love you. Almost since the moment I laid my eyes on you. Every waking moment while you were gone you were on my mind. And I almost feel stupid for not saying it before. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. And it breaks my heart every time I have to watch you go off somewhere, forgetting about me. Selfish, I know, but I can’t help but feel like other people could be throwing themselves at you, getting your love and affection that I’ve wanted for so fucking long. I can’t live without you because I’d be incomplete. Whenever you leave, it’s like a part of me leaves too. And so here I am, tears pouring out of my eyes, begging you to stay, even though it probably doesn’t even matter.” You choked on your last word, breaking into a sob and falling onto your knees.

Thomas stood there a moment, dumbfounded. He knelt down, taking you into his arms as you continued crying. He whispered soothing words into your ear and rocked you back and forth. Once you had calmed enough to stop your tears, you lifted your head to look at Thomas, to be greeted by his lips pressed firmly against yours. You melted into the kiss, but it was short-lived as he pulled away to look you in the eye.

“Y/N, I’ll be back as very soon as I can. I’m not going to forget about you. Ever. I’ll write whenever I have the time.”

“Promise?”

Thomas smiled. “I promise.” He rose, offering you a hand to help you stand. You happily accepted the offer, holding his hand for much longer than you should have. You smiled back, still realizing how much you’d miss him.

“Y/N,” Thomas paused before he closed the door, turning to look you in the eye. “I love you too.”

He closed the door and you watched him from the window as he stepped into the carriage and rode away. You knew that if he really loved you, he’d come back.

You can’t keep everything you love locked in your arms because things that important to you can’t always stay.

2

Dad? I know I’ve left you messages before. I don’t even know if you’ll get ‘em. But I’m with Sam. And we’re in Lawrence. And there’s somethin’ in our old house. I don’t know if it’s the thing that killed Mom or not, but…I don’t know what to do… So, whatever you’re doin’, if you could get here. Please. I need your help, Dad. 

Stars // Ch 6

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The drive up to the lake house was quiet. Liam took control of the radio and was playing some music I had never heard, or cared for. I found a pair of headphones in my jacket pocket. I plugged them into my phone and tried to drown out the noise coming from the radio. No one had done any talking the entire drive. We all kept to our music.

Around 7 we pulled up to a big house. I knew Lydia’s family had money, but damn this place was huge. I stepped out of the car and walked towards the door. I hesitated at the door, debating whether to knock or not before just going inside.

Kira and Lydia were curled on the couch watching some show on tv. Malia and Stiles were MIA, but I assumed they were around. Lydia gave me a wave and patted the sofa next to her. I sunk down on it and turned my attention to the TV.

“Are Stiles and Malia already downstairs?” Scott asked. He kissed Kira and stood beside the couch. Liam hesitated at the doorway. His hands were clenched tightly into fists.

“Yeah, Malia was having some trouble.” Kira said vacantly. I could tell she was really interested in the show.

“We should take Liam down to the boat house now.” Scott looked over at Liam before grabbing Kira’s hand and pulling her to her feet.

He grabbed Liam’s arm in his other hand and dragged him outside.

“Where are they going?” I asked Lydia. She shifted so she was sitting up with me.

“They’re taking Liam to the boat house to chain him up.” Lydia replied. My eyes widened.

“Chain him up?” I couldn’t imagine what she was talking about.

“Yeah, Scott uses chains and pretty much attaches Liam to a pole in the boat house. That was if he loses control he can’t hurt anyone.” Lydia explained. I nodded without speaking and turned to the TV once more.

After a few episodes of whatever reality show was on the screen, I sat up and stretched. I turned to face Lydia.

“Can I go see Scott?” I asked. She shook her head violently.

“No, you could get hurt.” Lydia said. I frowned. I looked up at her again to stare in her eyes. “Kennedy, your eyes are glowing green.”

“Lydia, I want to go see Scott.” I said with a little more force. Her face became blank and she nodded to me. I smiled and stood up. “See ya later.” And with that, I went out in the direction that Scott went before. I spotted a small building down on the water which I assumed was the boat house.

I walked inside and I certainly wasn’t prepared for what I saw. Liam’s eyes were glowing yellow and he was growling at Scott. Scott’s eyes were red and he was making an attempt to calm down Liam. Kira was standing there awkwardly with a sword in her hand.

“What’s going on in here?” I asked no one in particular. I hopped up on the counter to sit down. I swung my legs casually.

“What are you doing down here Kennedy?” Scott asked. His voice sounded angry. I just smiled at him.

“I convinced Lydia to let me come down here.” I replied happily. Liam let out an angry yell and Scott turned his attention back to the boy. Kira came to stand by me. I hadn’t had much time to talk to her, but she seemed nice enough.

“It’s really not safe for you down here. Liam’s gotten out before.” Kira said. She gave me a small smile. I sighed before I stared her in the eyes.

“I want to stay here, so I am going to stay here.” I said. She nodded and turned to face Scott. Her expression was blank, just like Lydia’s had been.

“Scott her eyes are glowing.” Kira said. Scott seemed to have calmed down Liam because his eyes were blue again. Scott’s eyes snapped to meet mine. I just raised my eyebrows at him.

“Kennedy what did you do?” He asked. He came to approach me. I just shrugged my shoulders.

“I didn’t do anything. All I did was say what I wanted to do and everyone’s agreeing with me.” I explained. Scott seemed to think it over a little.

“Can you try it on me?” He asked. “Just ask me to-“ he was cut off by Liam screaming again.

I moved my gaze around Scott to glare at Liam. “Can you calm down? I’m trying to have a conversation.” Scott gasped as I spoke. I assume that he was seeing what everyone else was. Liam’s eyes stopped glowing and he immediately stopped yelling.

“What the hell Kenny?” Scott was astonished. “What did you just do?”

“I… I don’t know. I wanted him to stop yelling. I can’t even hear myself think.” I huffed. Liam shifted under his heavy chains, the clanking metal was the only sound for a few seconds.

“She gains powers from the night.” Kira said, reciting what Lydia had said earlier. Holy shit I had powers.

“Is this a full moon thing or will this be every night?” I asked Scott. He sighed and wrapped his arms around me. I leaned into his hug.

“I have no idea Kenny, but we’re gonna figure it out okay?” I nodded. I hopped off the counter and started walking up to the house. Kira and Scott turned to follow me out.

“Hey guys?” Liam asked. We all turned to face him. Scott jogged over and started undoing his chains.

“Sorry buddy, you were so calm I almost forgot you were there.” Scott chuckled and let him out. Once Liam was free he joined us in the walk back to the house.

“Thanks for that back there.” He said quietly. He rubbed the skin on his wrists which I assumed were sore from being chained up. “I’m still having trouble controlling myself on full moons.”

“It’s all good.” I said, dismissing his thanks. I didn’t really mean to have that much of an effect on him. I didn’t even know what I could do.

“Kenny, we’re gonna go put your powers to the test.” Scott said once we got inside. I looked at him questioningly. “We’re going to go see if you can calm down Malia.”

NEXT PART: CH 7

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Hold Me Tight Till the Night Ends

Summary:   His every move was slow and so tender, making her heart flutter. He breathed on her jawline, making her dizzy. Every kiss made his lips to curl into a smile, trailing his touches on her bare spine. She never knew that with his one touch, she can feel thousands of sensations all at once.


She was sitting on the couch, her head resting on the edge of it. She removed her shoes and massaged her feet. Tired and exhausted after such a long day. And it was worth it, after all it was her best friend’s wedding day.

“You must be exhausted.” He brought a glass of whiskey, and sat beside her.

“Yeah, everything happened in a blur, and then,” She was lost when the realization hit her. He was there, finally. Even after running away from everything, she ended up with him.

“It’s just, I have never imagined Damon as a marriage type.” She tried to hide her increased rate of heartbeat by changing the subject.

“Well, people do crazy things when they are in love.” His every smile was cracking the walls of her soul.

“So how is everything in your life? Anything new?” She wanted to ask if he had already fallen out of love with her, or if he is seeing someone currently, but these were the questions, that haunted her all night, and They stayed on the tip of her tongue, but never came out.

“Everything is fine, I guess. What about you? How is everything on your end? I heard you are pretty famous on stage. Trying for Broadway?” His twinkling smile reminded her why she left her home town in the first place. She dreaded to fall for him all over again. And she was right, he still had the same effect on her. The difference was, these five years had changed him a lot. She could see that he was calm, and had accepted her as nothing but a friend. She was no one to complain, when it was all her doing, when she was the one who took the steps back.


“Caroline, don’t.” he couldn’t hear anymore. Her every word was feeling like a dagger, stabbing him again and again.

“Am I wrong, Stefan? The moment I started my stupid feelings to come in the way, everything was ruined. I destroyed our friendship at that very moment, Stefan. After that it’s like a train wreck of wrong decisions by me. And thinking of starting something with you is one of them. So, I-”

“No, I am not listening to any of it Caroline.” He cut her off, without giving a second thought. For the first time, he was losing his patience with her. “Nothing, has changed between us.”

“Every damn thing is changed. I can’t do this anymore, not now, not ever. It’s over, Stefan.”

It was quite hard for her to bring out those harsh words out of her mouth, but she had to do it, for both of their sakes. She was fast in walking away from him, but he was faster. She turned, and he was in front of her.

“I am not letting you walk away like this, Caroline. You can’t just say it’s over, and move on.”

“I can, and I will.”

“And what about me? What about my feelings?” he was shouting now, listening to how stubborn she sounded.

“Yes, you liked me. I heard that in the rave party, Stefan. It won’t be hard for you to back off now, before the feelings grow anymore. It’s better now than later.”

“Yeah, well, you should have given me this warning way before…. Because I don’t think if I can take my feelings back now.” he snapped.

“If you don’t, I am done with our friendship.”

She walked away and he didn’t followed, the stinging sensation still on the back of her tongue left by those crude words. It was difficult for her to stay at the same place, reminding her of his very essence. And so, she ran away. It was not Caroline Forbes like. She always faced every hard time with open arms, winning in life. This time, it felt different, she was crumbling, broken and shattered.


“It’s good, it’s not like I can make a career out of the stage, because of the constant move and everything, but it relaxes me.“ Life was good at the small town of Florida near Miami. It wasn’t home, but she learned to like it. When people see the same things, each and every day for five years, they tend to start getting used to it. Managing as an organizer for parties and still pursuing her stage career wasn’t easy. But, it kept her busy, and so she did it anyway. Even to that day, she couldn’t shake him off from her mind, her thoughts, her every bone ached for him. Does it make her selfish if she wished to cross him on turning to every corner? Does it makes her vulnerable, when her eyes searched for that similar, perfectly carved face in that applauding audience, does it make her insecure that he forgot her so easily, filling her eyes with nothing but disappointment.

She laughed away her pain, but the layers beneath those smiles were never hidden from Stefan.

“I should go now.” she was about to stand when she felt her hand being pulled from behind and she fell backwards.

“Where were you planning to go in the middle of the night?” she was relieved to see him still caring for her. But, whom was she kidding to? This was Stefan, and he cared for everyone. She wasn’t special, and she had lost the place of a friend in his life too.

“I was going to Bonnie’s.”

“If you don’t remember, she isn’t here, she left for her project trip after the wedding. Besides, Elena and Damon are already gone for their honeymoon, and there are plenty of room in this house. You can use one, Caroline.” This was becoming harder with every second to inhale the same air flowing between them, being all alone with him would definitely be the wrong idea. But she nodded her head in agreement anyway.

“It’s good to have you back Caroline.” His eyes were intense and sincere.

“I am not staying here forever. I should remind you I don’t live here anymore, if you have forgotten.”

“I know, but I am glad that you came.” He reached out to hold her hand.

“It doesn’t look so convincing to me, when you neither looked for me, nor even tried to contact me.” She bit her tongue for not being in control. He sighed, as if he almost knew her reaction to be.

“You told me to let you go”

“And you did.” Her heart sank when he didn’t defended himself.

“I know it won’t make much sense, but I think a little part of me always wanted you to look for me, to come after me. And with every little disappointment I guess, the hope inside me started to die.” She was being selfish again, for thinking, after everything she said, he will ever come to her. He wanted to try and she ruined it all, how can she blame him? But yet everyday she ended up with a thought that he might still be waiting, and started her every morning with a hope that he might come to check on her someday.

The reality in front of her snapped her out of her delusion. She can never be the one, for anyone. The thought brought all the past ghost rushing in her thoughts, her eyes were wet, and she tried to keep the teardrops within her eyes.

“It was nice of you to spend your time in the healthcare center.”

She frowned when the words sink into her head. “How did you…? Nobody knows about this, not even Elena or Bonnie.”

“How can you even have this doubt that I would have let you stay all alone, unprotected, and no one to look out for you?” his eyes were focused staring down on his hands. When he looked at her, she was in disbelief.

“I was always there Caroline, with your every step. I was there when you first moved into that small apartment, I saw you walking every day on those streets, laughing and making everyone smile around you, when you gave away all those performances, I applauded the most, I laughed with you when you smelled the flowers in that shop in the corner of the street. Every day you bought two flowers, for your mother, and every day, I fell for you more and more. You told me that it will be easy to stop the feelings, it wasn’t, and now it’s impossible.”

For the first time after so long, they were in each other’s proximity, lost to find any more words and thus, preferred to stay silent. No one knew, who leaned on or who took the step forward. They were so close, that even one movement would have broken the shield she created around herself. However, Stefan was the first one to remove that space hovering between them, when his lips softly touched her. How could he wait any longer, when she was there, finally just an inch away from his arms? It was a swift brush of his lips that engulfed the whole of Caroline’s. Nothing mattered, but him. His every move was slow and so tender, making her heart flutter. He breathed on her jawline, making her dizzy. Every kiss made his lips to curl into a smile, trailing his touches on her bare spine. She never knew that with his one touch, she can feel thousands of sensations all at once. He slipped the strap of her dress with one finger, and when his warm breath touched her skin, it exploded her from inside, her whole body was on fire.

They were too broken to be together, she was convinced that it wasn’t meant to be, their mere presence would destroy each other. But at that very moment, every piece of the puzzle felt fitting perfectly together, saving each other. “Caroline” he whispered near her collarbone. “When you were gone, I lost a part of me too. I care too much about you, to give up on us.”

“Even when I told you to?”

“Especially when you told me to.” He touched her cheeks with the edge of his nose, his exhales forming goose bumps on her porcelain skin. She entangled her fingers in his caramel hair, stroking them. He wrapped his hands around his waist to bring her closer, leaving no space of air between them. Slowly, he picked her in his arms to take her in his room. She stroked his arms while kissing his bare chest. His hands were lost in her hair, playing with it.

“Caroline.” He said in between the kisses “I think I have a thing for your hair.” She chuckled.

“Do you ever feel like there is no one in this world who cares about you?” the phrase she said once way in the past fading with his every kiss. The night was dark, but with every minute passing by, their world was shining with light more and more. When she woke up her body was pressed to his body, his arms about her waist, keeping her tight in his grips, almost in a fear of losing her once again.

“The roses I bought were for you, one for mom and one for you.” She felt his nose in her hair, inhaling her scent.

“I never knew that you felt so strongly about me.” He held her tight bringing her closer to himself.

“Me neither, because I never realized that I had fallen madly in love with you, Caroline.” His eyes were closed, but he could see her smile reaching to her eyes and touching his soul.

(THE END)