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[heliads]

Okayy okayyyy, I know every time I drop into your asks it's always a long paragraph and I tried to stop myself this time but it's still a paragraph I'm sorry!!! Right now I have one braincell and that braincell says TVD x Taylor Swift. (As you know from my previous ask) Sooo, I had this idea for a Jeremy x reader with the song 'Stay stay stay' by Taylor Swift. The song is pretty self explanatory for what I was thinking about, but I think It would be really cute and fluffy after the reader and Jeremy fight and she's like "Don't hate me I'm sorry blah blah" and Jeremy is all teasing like "You're cute when you're mad" or something and I just GUSJGHESLJE AHHHHHH. There could be memories in there or just the reader talking about things like "You carry my groceries and I'm always laughing" but I just think It would be so cute and Jeremy my beloved!

AnYwAy!! You by no means have to write this but I had to come to you—a fellow Jeremy stan—with my thoughts.

Thank you for your time bestie, ily!

jeremy? the love of my life?? and taylor swift!!

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It is a relief to finally see the Gilbert home before you, especially after the day you’ve had. Knocking on that familiar dark wooden door is like taking a drink of water after a lifetime spent in the desert, and you all but fall into your boyfriend’s arms when he finally answers.

Jeremy grins, you can feel the movement of it against the top of your head. “Woah, is everything alright?”

You groan, the sound muffled against his shoulder. “I have never been more exhausted in my entire life.”

It’s an exaggeration, certainly, but it feels true. It feels like you haven’t had any of your own time in a month. At school, you’re lost in a hurricane of papers and tests and projects. After the final bell rings, you have to help your friends stay afloat in a world of vampires and witches. It’s draining, especially when it feels like you’re doing everything to make sure they’re okay and nothing for yourself.

Jeremy chuckles. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

You peer up at him. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that.”

He lifts a shoulder as if he can’t deny this, then snakes an arm around your waist so he can pull you in over the threshold and shut the door behind you. You follow him quietly down the hall and into the living room, where you gratefully slump down on the sofa. Elena’s away with Bonnie, so you and Jeremy have the house all to yourselves.

After what feels like a lifetime of emotional drama, you’re certainly glad to be able to have this time dedicated to you and your boyfriend and absolutely no one else. This being said, Jeremy doesn’t seem quite so thrilled about the whole thing as you are.

In fact, there’s a persistent furrow that refuses to leave his brow, and the corners of his mouth are permanently dipped as if pulled down by invisible strings. Now that you’ve started noticing this, you see more and more- the stiffness of his shoulders, the way his hands remain perfectly still instead of tapping casually on any available surfaces.

All signs point to him being upset, but you have no idea why. He greeted you happily enough, but you can’t deny the fact that something is wrong. You sit up, regarding Jeremy with a critical eye.

“Is everything alright, Jer?”

Your boyfriend lifts a shoulder. “Yeah, it’s good. All good.”

Far from convincing you to put the matter to rest, this only solidifies your feelings that something must be wrong. 

You shift slightly so you can look at him better. “I’m serious. You seem tense.”

Jeremy glances away, then back to you. “It’s nothing. Just- well, I thought we agreed that we were going to hang out at twelve today. It’s practically three in the afternoon now.”

You wince. “I know I’m late, but I couldn’t get away. Caroline was insistent that I help her with vampire business, and she ended up lecturing me for about an hour on how I should stay away from Katherine at all costs, and vampirism just isn’t worth it. That was before our supposed study sesh even started, and it went off the rails fairly quickly thanks to Damon showing up to cause problems again. Trust me, I wouldn’t have been late if I could help it. Besides, I texted you when I knew I couldn’t get out of there in time, and you said it was alright.”

Jeremy sighs. “Yeah, but what else could I say? I mean, I know you’re busy and all, but I feel like you’re supposed to spend at least a little time with me instead of chasing after Elena’s friends all the time.”

The words cut deep, and he knows it. You draw back before Jeremy can snatch the sentences away, though.

“Oh, because I chase after Elena’s friends all the time? Caroline came to me for help, Jeremy, not the other way around. If I had it my way, I would have spent all my afternoons with you, and possibly my mornings as well. Don’t act like I’m the only one who’s busy.”

Jeremy frowns. “What does that mean?”

The troubles of the past couple weeks are wearing on you, and fire burns down your throat before you can pull yourself together again. “You know exactly what I mean. You stay late after school when we’re supposed to be hanging out, and unlike me, you don’t text. Also, you’re one to talk about chasing after Elena’s friends, because as I recall you’ve spent an unusual amount of time around Bonnie.”

Jeremy rises to his feet unconsciously, lost in the heat of the argument. “Yeah, because she needs my help.”

You stand as well. “And how is that different from what I’m doing? You can hang around with Caroline and Bonnie and it’s just fine, but the second I try to do the same thing, I’m just a nuisance?”

Jeremy looks away. “I didn’t call you a nuisance.”

You fold your arms across your chest. “Yeah, but you didn’t dispute the other stuff. Do you actually think that I’m trying to ditch you, or what? I’m trying as hard as I can to hang out with you, Jer.”

A conspicuous pause follows your last sentence, and Jeremy picks up on it like a winning hand of cards. “And what, I’m not? Don’t paint yourself like a saint if you’re using a crook’s colors. I’m trying just as hard as you are, and if you think I’m not doing enough, I’d think about what that says about you.”

Your eyes narrow. “I never said that. We’re both trying as hard as we can, how about that?”

Jeremy raises an eyebrow. “And do you actually believe that?”

“I would,” you offer, “if you weren’t confronting me like this. I mean, I just wanted to have a good time, and you’re springing at me like a cobra.”

Jeremy throws a hand in the air. “You started it.”

You laugh derisively. “I started it? Real mature, Jeremy.”

His expression turns stony. “I’m not the one who’s hurling insults as fast as she can. I mean, how long have you been waiting for a fight like this?”

You turn away from him. “I haven’t been waiting. I, for one, don’t want to fight at all.”

Jeremy rolls his eyes, you can practically sense it. “And I have, because I’m the monster here. Of course I am. Have you ever let yourself accept some blame, or do you have to be picture perfect all the time? It must be exhausting, trying to convince yourself that you’re better than the rest of us.”

You spin back to face him. “I don’t think I’m better than anyone.”

Jeremy doesn’t seem to believe this. “No, you’re not. Right now, you’re worse.”

You draw back. That hurt far more than everything else he’s said. Jeremy knows it, and he starts to say something to take away that blow, but you’re already bolting for the door. That’s how you deal with things like this, after all, it’s a lesson you learned long ago. When the seas get rough, you leave, you take yourself out of the equation. They can’t hurt you if you’re no longer within swinging distance.

I'm pretty sure we almost broke up last night

I threw my phone across the room at you

Jeremy doesn’t stop you when you go. You all but fling yourself out of the house, running towards your car and starting the engine in a rush. You pause for a moment there, hand on the ignition, hoping he’ll do one of those movie moments where he sprints in front of your car to convince you to stay, but he doesn’t. He never leaves the house. He lets you go.

Fighting back tears, you drive home. You scarcely feel your hand unlocking the door, only the thud as you throw yourself onto your bed. You meant what you said, you didn’t want to fight, but it feels like it’s inevitable. Everything always ends like this, a fight. You and Jeremy have been too good for too long, but everything good dries up and breaks down after a while. 

I was expecting some dramatic turn away

But you stayed

Some part of you wanted to believe that the two of you were better than this, that you would be able to escape the ending, but you can’t. He’s sick of you. At any moment, you’re going to get the text that he wants to break up with you. It’s the only possible way that this could go.

As time goes on, though, your phone stays relentlessly silent. He could have blocked you already, but surely he wouldn’t pass up the chance to rub your heartbreak in your face one last time. Nobody ever does.

About an hour later, you’ve calmed down sufficiently to realize that you don’t like the way this goodbye will go. At the very least, you should go to Jeremy again, so you can apologize and at least leave with some semblance of dignity. You pause in front of the mirror, trying to make sure your eyes aren’t too red and the rest of you isn’t too much of a mess, then grab your keys and phone and head for the door.

Stay, stay, stay

I've been loving you for quite some time, time, time

As you swing it open, though, you come to an abrupt halt. Standing on your threshold, one hand raised as if he was about to knock the second you opened the door, is Jeremy Gilbert. He looks startled, but manages to pull himself together rather quickly.

“I came to apologize,” he says, “I didn’t mean what I said. You’re incredible and deserving of far more than me and definitely, definitely not worse than anyone, least of all me.”

You think that it's funny when I'm mad, mad, mad

But I think that it's best if we both stay

You can’t help but smile. “I was on my way to apologize to you, too. I know you aren’t trying to start fights, just like I’m not. We’re good for each other, even if we have a fight or two.”

Jeremy looks relieved, and you suppose you do too. “That’s certainly a relief. I hate arguing with you, you know. I do have to admit that you look very cute when you’re mad, though. You get the most adorable furrow in your brow.”

You took the time to memorize me

My fears, my hopes and dreams

I just like hanging out with you

All the time

You blush. “I’m glad at least one of us can find humor in this. I thought you were going to leave.”

Jeremy’s eyes widen. “What? I would never do that. No, I’m staying, Y/N. I’ll stay until you’re sick of me. There’s no way you’re getting rid of me that easily, sweetheart.”

You laugh. “I think I like the sound of that.”

All those times that you didn't leave

It's been occurring to me

I'd like to hang out with you

For my whole life

Jeremy reaches out an arm, and you let him piece the two of you back together. “Well, I like it too. One more time, I’m sorry, and I am very, very happy that you aren’t leaving me either.”

You smile, tilting your head up so you can kiss his cheek. “Never. Not as long as I have a choice about it.”

Jeremy nods thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t want anything else.”

I've been loving you for quite some time, time, time

You think that it's funny when I'm mad, mad, mad

I think that it's best if we both stay

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[zaceouiswriting]

Former friends

Character: Jeremy Gilbert x male reader

Universe: Vampire dairies

Warnings: None

„Hey Jeremy!“, you called out to your longtime friend. For some reason, he did not turn instantly, as he normally did. Instead, he seemed to ignore you completely. Since the day his parents died, he became someone else. Beforehand, you two found each other playing video games until early hours, learning together, just loving life as best friends. You still remember that day, like it was yesterday. But it was a while ago. He had ignored you, but what he did afterward, was the catalyst for everything coming.

He changed drastically. In the beginning, you had still excused it with his parent's death, it was hard on him, you knew this. But as time went by and he not only ignored you but sometimes intentionally hurt you.

Your shared days became rarer until they stopped completely. He began using drugs and chasing girls. As he was just a simple skater he was a way better person. But now he seemed to fall in all the wrong direction. Up until that point, you thought that you were the person who hold him up and vice versa - Not anymore though. 

At least not since he had outed you publicly. Many of your friends weren’t so keen on that idea and your father when he found out, punched you into a bloody pulp. If it wasn’t for your older two brothers, who got called by your mother, and their quick arrival, you would be dead now. You could protect yourself for a while against your father but at some point, your energy was gone too.

You almost were even kicked out of the football team, when it wasn’t for Matt, who was your spokesperson, reminding the team of what was most important - Loyalty and brotherhood.

It took them a while but they understood at some point what he meant. Even Tyler, became the third brother to you after he had after months of bullying understood what his best friend had meant, as he saw you crying in the showers, after an especially brutal day for you.

Tyler came to you embracing you under the cold shower. He did not have brothers or siblings at all, which was why he hadn’t understood what Matt meant with `Brotherhood´. But seeing you that day under the cold shower, fully clothed, in utter misery, he felt it.

Quickly you became what Jeremy and you always made fun of, a jock bro. And everything you had heard before was a lie, okay not everything but a lot. In the beginning, you felt uncomfortable, because the bros got intimate quite often, which weirded you out because they always tell everyone that they are straight.

It took a while and much encouragement for you to do the same. The first comment you had gotten from a teammate when you did the thing they encourage you to do was something you will never forget: „They gay boy learns!“.

They had hollered after that and praised you, finally, you felt as if you were a part of them, weirdly enough.

It took you over a year, maybe two before you got the courage to try to talk to Jeremy again. You had grown since then, not only in height but also in muscles. Since that day you had called out to him and he had ignored you completely. You knew then that your friendship was dead.

But even though your friendship was dead, you still protected him, getting Tyler and the others of his case and so on.

You leaned easily beside his locker looking him up and down, he just as you grew a bit. Not as much as you, but enough, he also became more muscular. You heard, that he had stopped taking drugs, and became more like he was before.

He had not seen you instantly. But when he did he almost jumped away from you. A lazy smile on your lips, as you saw his scared reaction. „Long time no see, Jeremy.“ You could see, how he almost shit his pants.

Putting your arm around his shoulder, you slowly walked both of you out of the school. Leading Jeremy to an old, big tree a bit away. The next class wasn’t until a while, so you had enough time.

„Sit down!“, you told him. Without question, he did what you had told him. Instead of doing anything gruesome, like he thought you would. After all, he destroyed many parts of your life. No, you sat beside him.

„I was distraught when your parents died. They were great people. But I was concerned about you. You never took such things lightly and I was right. I became an insufferable asshole. Doing everything in your power, to hurt the people around you. But it always backfired, leaving you alone and more broken than before. I pity you, Jeremy.“

The words you spoke were light daggers, breaking his skin and bones in the same moment. „I’m sorry,“ he mumbled. 

You just shrugged your shoulders. „It doesn’t matter anymore. I once loved you, more than a brother. Dreaming about getting together with you, fighting the world, just you could feel better. Now I'm fighting the world alone, protecting it against the people around me. Whom you managed to get involved in so much supernatural shit, I will never understand.“

His head instantly turned to you, so fast that you feared for a moment, that he had snapped his head.

„But I heard you became quite close, to the Bennet witch? Tell her, that if she doesn’t give me back, what her family had stolen from mine, I will destroy her and her entire ancestry line, to end their pathetic try at magic.“ After telling him what you wanted to, you stood up again, dusting up your clothes. „You should be careful, Jeremy. As a hunter, you just like me, are here to protect humanity from those, who oppose them. Don’t get too friendly to them. Not one single person, you call your „Friends“, will live long. They are a menace to the entire human species.“

So you walked off. Leaving Jeremy with a million thoughts, your head though was empty now. Your heart wasn’t aching anymore. There was now a new empty space, for someone new to fill. Still, you hoped, never finding yourself on the opposite side of Jeremy. He was your first love after all and your best friend for years. It would be a shame if you needed to kill him. You could only hope, that he decides correctly. And if not, you were ready, to destroy everyone around him and himself, with your real magic. Stronger, than anything these witches and warlocks could ever dream of.

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best friend's brother — jeremy gilbert x reader

a/n: this is a requested fic, but i lost the inbox that was sent to me :( so here's a big shoutout to the sweetheart that requested a smutty BFB!jeremy fic, bless their heart <3

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content warnings and genre: clichés, mutual pining, jealousy, p in v sex, unprotected sex, size kink, soft sex, slight degradation — smut

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synopsis: your best friend's brother is the one for you, punk rock drummer and he's 6'2

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girlhood thrived in its purest form in the quiet, cozy confines of elena gilbert's room. the two of you were ensconced in an atmosphere of comfort, sporting matching pajamas—tank tops and shorts—a testament to the close bond you shared. you'd spent countless nights like this, painting your nails vibrant shades of red and talking about everything and nothing at all, all while the dulcet tones of green day provided the perfect backdrop.

tonight was no exception, and the room was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the fairy lights strung across the walls. elena's laughter filled the air as you swapped stories, occasionally sipping from your martini glasses. ot was a time when worries melted away, and you cherished these moments of simplicity.

just as you were discussing the latest school gossip, the door creaked open, and jeremy gilbert slipped inside. he claimed he was looking for a book, but it was no secret that he often used any excuse to check you out. elena, always the protective older sister, shot him a playful glare. you and jeremy had been seeing each other rather discreetly, but had yet to put a label on whatever it was you were doing. you did your best to hide it from elena, due to the unwanted presence of awkward tension and tense family game nights that were sure to follow.

“jeremy, seriously? can't you see we're having a girls' night?” elena chided, but there was a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. he pretended innocence, his lips curling into a half-smile. “sorry, just passing through. carry on, ladies.”

as he lingered for a moment, elena decided it was the perfect time to drop a little bombshell into your conversation. “oh, by the way, tyler lockwood has been asking about you.” jeremy's scoff was almost immediate, and he couldn't resist adding a snarky comment. “tyler lockwood, really? what's he after now?”

elena raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “jeremy, are you jealous?” she teased. he blushed slightly, but vehemently denied it. “of course not. i just think he's not the right guy for (y/n).”

with a sly grin, elena decided to stir the pot further. “well, (y/n), maybe you should give ty a chance. what do you say?” jeremy excused himself from the room, muttering something about needing to find that book. but before he left, his eyes locked onto you, his jealousy thinly veiled behind a casual facade.

after elena drifted off to sleep during a particularly dramatic scene in twilight, you felt the way your phone buzzed softly. it was a message from jeremy, and the anticipation of sneaking away to his room sent a thrill through you. you tiptoed out of elena's room, careful not to wake her, and made your way to jeremy's. as you entered his room, he greeted you with a sly smile. “so, tyler lockwood, huh? you really considering going out with him?”

you couldn't help but chuckle at his obvious jealousy. “oh, come on, jer. you're not fooling anyone. you're totally jealous.” jeremy feigned innocence once more, but his eyes betrayed him. “me? jealous? please.”

you moved closer, enjoying this playful banter. “i think you're just worried that tyler might steal me away.” he rolled his eyes, a grin tugging at his lips. “as if anyone could.”

you laughed as you playfully poked his chest. “well, maybe you should be more convincing next time.”

jeremy's expression softened, and he pulled you closer. “you know i don't want anyone else. i just can't stand the thought of you with someone like tyler.” you leaned in, brushing your lips against his. “don't worry, jeremy. you're the only one i want.”

your words were convincing—convincing enough for him to finally press his lips against yours, the hours of built-up tension finally exploding. one of his hands dropped to cup your cheek, a subtle way to pull you in closer, your lips melting into one another with a sweet tenderness, while his other freely trailed down your collarbone, tracing the delicate structure of your body, caressing your neck and throat before sweetly dropping down to the valley of your breasts. for a split second, he felt his eyes open. he couldn't control himself, he just had to look at you, admiring the way your tits were peeking from your tank top—the one that was just a bit too tight and a bit too revealing.

a wave of possessiveness crashed over him, even when he shut his eyes once more. he couldn't bear to imagine anybody, let alone tyler lockwood, getting their hands on someone as perfect as you. he couldn't imagine someone admiring you the way he did—not your face, your mannerisms, let alone the way your tits were out for him, or how your ass was arched back, peeking through the incredibly short shorts. it made him furious, and he let you know it.

“you're so fucking perfect,” he murmured as he pulled away from the kiss, the taste of vodka and mint lingering on his tongue as he dropped down to your neck, attacking the sensitive skin with his lips as teeth as he grabbed your hair, pulling you further into his touch. “won't let anyone else have you.” his words made you shiver, practically. your own hands found themselves tangling into the threads of his silky, dark hair as you moaned his name.

he loved every second of it. he knew it the second he saw you, and all he could do was savor you. his lips left brutal marks on your neck, providing you with an excellent problem to deal with before elena woke up. they travelled down to the valley of your breasts, nipping at your tits through the thin material of your top. all the material did was piss him off, arousing growls at the unnecessary barrier of clothing. he practically tore it off, leaving you in nothing but the incredibly slutty shorts. “jer,” you whined, glossy eyes locking with his as he continued to toy with your breasts, fingertips twirling your nipples as he licked at the fat. “elena's gonna kill me.”

he didn't pay much attention to the future consequences of your doing. “it's all good, baby,” he muttered quietly, the rough surface of his tongue drawing circles into your nipple, before sliding down your stomach gracefully. he only stopped to discard his own clothing. “just another reason to get you into my clothes, so what?”

you didn't even have time to laugh, not while he was in front of you, body seeming to have been sculpted by greek gods. you admired his toned muscles, the way his biceps were bigger than your head, and the way his stomach carried muscles that hinted at hard work—blood, sweat, and tears put into transforming his frame. “almost like you're afraid to touch me.” he taunted, but he knew you weren't. not with the ways your hands subconsciously caressed his frame, small hands wrapping around his biceps and tracing his abs. he was so much bigger than you, and he absolutely loved it.

you knew it the minute he started fucking you—he was truly twice your size. with his throbbing, long cock splitting your tiny, tight pussy open, you knew it. he knew the moans that left your mouth, however a turn-on, were also a potential danger, threatening to awaken elena from her peaceful slumber. his hand covered your mouth, your eyes shutting tight at the way he fucked you, nice and hard. you bit down on his hand, similarly to how your pussy clenched his pulsating dick, and he felt as if he were about to lose it.

“so fucking tight,” he attempted to silence his own moans, speaking through pants and gasps as his gaze dropped to your swollen cunt, greedy and desperate as he watched the way it swallowed him whole. it made him want to ruin you in the best way possible. “who's my greedy little girl, huh?” you whined at the pressure, at the way his words sent slick down his shaft, and he damn well noticed it. his free hand dropped to your lower stomach, pressing against it as he fucked himself deeper into your slippery cunt, the juices threatening to slip his dick out of you completely. he watched the way he could practically feel himself in your stomach, your tight little pussy barely taking what he had to give to you. it encouraged him to fuck you as he leaned back, giving you all the more of his cock.

your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the sensation, his balls the only part of him that had yet to slip into you. “too much, jer,” you whined against his palm, but it was too much for him, too. he knew he was close, watching the way your tits bounced with every forceful thrust of his, the way yours thighs shook under his touch, and the way your pussy fluttered, barely allowing him to pull out. he knew he was done for.

in fact, there was no way he was pulling out, but the two of you were too entranced to care about it. his thrusts grew more sloppy and desperate, hips pounding into your pelvis as he chased his own orgasm. his fingers finally left your mouth, your moans under nobody's control but your own as he rubbed at your clit gently, thumbing the wet and sensitive bundle of nerves as he continued to pound into you. you were close, and he knew it.

it was the first time you had came at the same time. you felt the way hot, thick spurts of cum shot into your wet, sweet cunt, and at the same time, your own orgasm washed over you, juices flooding out of you, coating his angry cock as moans left your mouths, the ability to control yourselves long gone. he pressed his forehead onto yours, placing sloppy kisses onto your lips as his cum pooled inside you, unable to slip out of you as his dick softened from inside your pussy. there was truly no way for you to feel empty with jeremy by your side.

“does this mean you won't go out with tyler?” his hands pushed away your loose strands of hair, ones that had been tainted with sweat and saliva. you smiled, small fingers wrapping around his wrists as you placed a sweet kiss to his palm.

“no, actually, my best friend's brother is the one for me.”

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[fandoms--fluff]

Can you do a tvd x teenage Salvatore reader

Comfy

Female teenage Salvatore reader x Stefan Salvatore x Damon Salvatore (+others)

Warnings: swearing?

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"Come on you have to get up" Stefan says sitting on your bed beside where your laying.

"Go away it's too early for this shit" you mumbled into your pillow.

Stefan sighed and took the blanket off of you, solving the mystery of where one of his favorite sweaters went, you're wearing it.

"Come on its either the easy way or the hard way" He said knowing full well you can hear him.

You didn't respond and he reached over to you and pulled your body into his lap. "The hard way it is then."

He stood up carrying you and went downstairs where Damon was sitting. By the time he got there, you were almost fully dozed off again if it wasn't for Damon throwing a pillow at your face to wake you up again. You just responded by holding up a middle finger at your older brother and then snuggling into your other older brother, going back into the comfortable position you were in before.

"You realize you do have to change before we leave the house, right?" Damon raised an eyebrow while smirking.

"Who said I was leaving?" You groaned, not wanting to leave and get out of your comfy clothes.

"We are. Everyone is meeting at Elena's house, we need to talk about the problem on our hands" Stefan says, putting you down on the armchair next to a stack of books that needed to be put back, on the ground.

"Whyyyy, so what? there's another doppelganger, big whoopty-doo" You rolled your eyes, actually not minding Silas because he was entertaining at least.

"Too bad, you're going" Damon said, putting his drink down.

You begrudgingly walk up the steps to Elena's house. You still have Stefan's sweater on, only changing from your sleep pants to dark wash, flared jeans.

When you walked in, you immediaetly make you're way down the hallway and to the left where Jeremy is playing video games. You sat down next to him after you grabbed a controller from the coffee table.

The two of you quickly immersed into the shooting game, completely forgetting the point of the whole friend group meet-up.

"Where are Jeremy and Y/n?" Caroline asked, looking around the room, not seeing the two sixteen year olds (you, biologically). "Playing video games in the next room" Elena sighed. She tried to get you guys to stop, but failed and walked away, not in the mood to fight with two moody teenagers who both don't want to socialize except with each other for some reason.

"Then I'll be right back" Caroline said.

She walked down the hall and over to the both of you. She stood in front of the tv, but before either of you could say anything, she grabbed both your guys' left ears.

She pulled you guys by your ears to the living room. "Hey!" you both exclaimed at the same time, not happy about being pulled away from your secluded area.

The next three hours are the most boring and long hours both you and Jeremy have ever had to endure. Well, before you fell asleep on top of each other and no one noticed after those couple of hours.

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[infictionalwonderland]

okay- so jeremy gilbert x reader, where jeremy is a bit of a player, and has played y/n in the past, when they were in middle/high school, but he realizes that he messed up because he had true feelings for y/n but y/n has moved on and is happier without him, and maybe during his vampire hunter era ? thanks in advance !!

i gotchu girl x

There was a time you would’ve done anything for him, Jeremy knew.

There was a time when a hint of pleading in his voice and a flash of a roguish grin would’ve gotten him anything he wanted from you. Sweet, charming you. The two of you used to be close—when you moved to mystic falls and joined their high school, he’d been the first person to befriend you (you thought he was just about the most lovely boy you’d ever met; he only approached you cause he thought you were a knockout)

Boys and girls alike continued to befriend you and attempt to woo you through the first weeks of your time at Mystic Falls High, and while you responded to the friendships (not the wooing, expect one girl whose smile almost made you collapse) very enthusiastically and amiably, no one could seemed to beat that Jeremy Gilbert, the sweet as sugar boy who made you actually enjoy coming to school.

But too much sugar causes cavities, in time.

Jeremy was apparently a known player although you’d always wave off that notion with a scoff, you’d never so much as seen him with a girl! What rubbish. Whenever you were around, he was always on your arm, making you smile and laugh as bright at the beaming sun in the sky. Making your heart stutter and flutter with each boyish grin and the raspy depth of his voice, and like a fool, you fell right into his awaiting arms.

Before Jeremy, you had kissed people just not necessarily with such passion or meaning—both of which he pulled from you with practised ease. He was your first everything (pretty much) and he assured you that you were also his firsts—fucking scumbag.

One by one he plucked away of those experiences and you were more than happy to let him to so, a glance at him was all it took and you were beyond gone. But you had thought you were both gone, his soft lips that you’d familiarised yourself immensely with were always pulled into that smile that you knew your own face mirrored, and in his shockingly muscular arms, rested upon his chest, you’d felt nothing but security and bliss.

Until you didn’t.

There was no explanation to his actions, one moment he was spending his time with you in your home—affectionately greeting your family and in that sweet sweet routine you both had which you adored with your whole heart.

And then. . well. He stopped messaging you. He never showed up (he’s probably just busy, Mom said—he did have a summer job, you had tried to reason). So you went to the grill, where his summer job was and there Jeremy, your Jeremy, was. Standing behind the bar, the uniform clinging to his muscled body with a shark like grin on his face, looking at the trio of girls in front of him like they were his prey. Long gone was that sweet smile that curved up on his lips beautifully, that expression so sugary, when you kissed his skin you practically taste the sweetness—the hidden message, drawn into the mass of sugar and honey and all things saccharine.

He glanced your way from a few seconds, evidently catching sight of you, and just have you a too short nod with that same predatory grin; no tells of fondness, of the memories that you were sure were embedded so deeply into your own skull (and heart) they would never fade.

There was a time were you would’ve done anything for him, Jeremy knew that—he was so aware of the fact it haunted him almost every day.

Haunted him through the careless glances you gave him in the halls of your shared school or pathways of your town. Haunted him through the unabashed tune of your laughter, a sound which he used to be able to cause all the time. Haunted him through the deep and genuine grins you were wore, unaffected by him and his lack of presence in your life.

He had fucked up.

So so so bad.

But now his life was even more fucked up, original vampires killing you his family members every other week, his sister being one of those vampires—and—and now, he wanted to kill them all, kill his own sister because for some godforsaken reason the universe thought that he, Jeremy Gilbert, should be a vampire hunter.

What a joke.

And now. . all he wanted was for you to hug him, to kiss him, to comfort him through all of this. To tell him you loved him, tell him everything would be okay, tell him you’d keep him safe, cherish him.

He craved those things so much his heart ached his chest—but it was his fault.

It’s not as though you’d chose to leave because you longer wanted to tell him those things, to hold him against your chest, to have him in your life. . he had left you, of his own accord, and now he was paying the price.

He watched you now, from behind the bar at the grill, messily and carelessly wiping down the surface; it was karaoke night and your friend was up on the stage singing some song he couldn’t recognise but you—you were smiling so brightly from your seat in your booth he was blinded and yet also unable to look away, you and your other friends were unabashedly singing along with her and laughing throughout, dancing faintly in your seat.

You looked so fucking happy, he felt his heart pound and break at the same time.

“You messed up, man.” Matt said bluntly as he noticed where his gaze had gone to.

Yes.

He very much fucking had..

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[h31d1-jan3]

Little cave - Stefan Salvatore

You felt tired, so, so tired. You’d been feeling like this for the past month, you had no idea what was wrong with you and you just wanted to feel like your normal self again.

It was your fault really. You’d let the memories of your father’s death back into your mind again and of course with that came the nightmares. They attacked your mind from the inside util you were to afraid to fall asleep. So you lay there all night, every night for the past week.

This also meant that you started to push your friends and your boyfriend away. But today was a new day you thought. So with that you decided to finally leave the safe haven of your bedroom at the Salvatore Boarding House that you had not left for the past four days.

Stepping out on to the carpeted hallway you heard soft voices coming out from the kitchen. You knew it was wrong but something in your gut told you to listen in, so that’s exactly what you did.

“I just don’t know what’s wrong with her,” you heard Stefan (your boyfriend) sigh “it’s like she’s trying to act ‘depressed’ for attention. I mean what does she actually have to be sad about?!”

You could practically sense the air quotes. And with that you trailed up the stairs back up to your little cave.

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[fanficimagery]

The Avenger and Her Vampire

You had been in New York for college for only a year when your aunt called to tell you the terrible news of your parents passing. You didn't mourn with them, instead choosing to go back to school. There, you lost yourself to the grief and wound up with the wrong crowd.

For years you've ignored your family, sending emails and postcards to let them know you were okay. But now that you're returning to your childhood home, there's some very important secrets your family has been keeping from you. Then again, you've got a secret of your own as well.

Words: 9.9K Author's Note: TVD AU. Slight Bonnie bashing which surprised me because I love her.

Mystic Falls would have looked exactly the same as you'd last seen it had it not been for all the suspicious men and women taking up Main Street, staring at you with suspicion as you drive by. There are even a few suspicious individuals down the street from your childhood home, so you pull up in front of your house while keeping an eye out for anyone nearby.

After parking and exiting your vehicle, you walk up towards the front door. The lights are on so you know someone's home and you readily ring the doorbell twice in a row, followed by knocking repeatedly. And then, before anyone can greet you, you open the door while sticking your head in.

"Hello! Anyone home?"

You only have to wait a few seconds before your aunt Jenna rounds the corner, her scowl immediately morphing into an elated smile. "YN!"

"Jenna!"

You push the door the rest of the way open, meeting your aunt halfway and throwing your arms around her in a hug. You grunt as she squeezes you, her embrace being a little tighter than you remember. Then when Jenna's had her fill, she pulls back while keeping her hands on your biceps, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"What happened? Why are you home?"

"What do you mean why am I home?" You huff a laugh. "Am I not welcomed here anymore?"

"Of course you are." She lightly swats your arm, "But it's been years, YN. The most we've seen of you is on FaceTime, so I ask again. What happened?"

You keep quiet for a moment longer before sighing with a slight roll of your eyes. "I'm going abroad over summer and I won't be able to be in contact with you guys, so I thought I'd come visit before I leave."

"Knew there was a reason." Her lips twitch. "But abroad? Tell me everything!"

Laughing, you let Jenna drag you towards the kitchen while you explain that you know the Tony Stark. What had started off as an intern gig working the front desk at Stark Industries led to CEO Pepper Potts asking you to run SI's social media accounts. Then from running SI's accounts, you were then given the passwords to the Avengers' social media accounts, and asked to clean them up.

By some divine intervention, you were friends with superheroes and then one of the richest men on Earth wanted to take you abroad as his personal assistant. And not being able to turn the opportunity down, you agreed.

"Wow. So superheroes, huh? What's Thor like?"

"He's possibly one of the most intimidating beings I've ever met, but at the compound where everyone can just be themselves without the public watching he's an absolute puppy. I adore that alien of a man."

Jenna laughs. "What even is your life?"

"I know. It's insane." As Jenna goes about putting away the dishes she had washed as you spoke, you ask, "So what's going on around here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Uhhh… Mystic Falls is a picturesque little town where nothing bad ever happens." Jenna snorts, gesturing for you to go on. "So why the hell are there so many randos hanging around and looking at me like I kicked their puppy?"

Her smile falls. "What?"

"Surely you've noticed it," you muse. "They're not exactly being subtle."

"Well no, but…" Your aunt suddenly looks spooked as she starts scouring the kitchen counters. "I need to call your sister."

"Elena? Why would you-"

The front door is suddenly kicked in, followed by men shouting. You and Jenna both yelp, whirling around towards the commotion, and then there's a liquid being spritzed into your face.

You cringe back. "What the fuck!" You yell.

"She's clear!"

You're shoved to the arms of a man wearing a paintball mask, whereas others are just wearing scarves to conceal their identity. A hand clamps onto your shoulder as your eyes wildly dart over every armed individual in your childhood home.

"What do we do with this one?"

"Take her. She's a sympathizer."

"What the hell is going on?" You ask, grunting a moment later when you're shoved towards the front door.

Jenna suddenly screams and you look towards her to see her hands covering her face.

"We got one!"

"Hey, leave her alone!" You shout, trying to move to aid your aunt. But you're kept in place, both by the hand on your shoulder and by the fact that when your aunt's hands fall away, her face is… it's not human. Your jaw drops as your aunt snarls, backhanding one man before she's spritzed in the face again. As she squeals in pain, face sizzling, a unique set of handcuffs are clamped around her wrists. "Jenna?" You hesitantly call out.

When Jenna hears you, she glances directly at you, and you watch her red irritated skin heal within seconds. The dark veins beneath her eyes slowly vanish and her too sharp canines disappear. "YN?" When you can only stare at her in shock, her bottom lip wobbles. "I can explain."

Several walkies go off at the same time, stating that they have someone incoming outside. Jenna is frog marched outside and once you get your bearings, you're quick to follow. There are several jeeps in front of your house, each outfitted with guns no normal civilian should have their hands on, and many others scattered about your yard.

"Jenna!" Your sister Elena appears out of nowhere, eyes panicked. "Hey! Let her go!" As Elena tries to rush towards your aunt, she meets the same fate as your aunt previously did. Only this time, they also stab her in the abdomen with what appears to be a wooden stake after she squeals in pain when her face starts to sizzle.

As Elena doubles over with a choked off shout, you practically fall down your porch steps in order to reach your sister. "Hey! Get away from her!"

As handcuffs are clapped around her wrists, Elena looks up at you in surprise. "Y-YN?"

"I said get away!" Subconsciously, an orb of red energy fills your palm, and you release it at those surrounding your sister as if pitching a baseball without even batting an eye.

"Retreat! We got an unknown!"

Several scared men and women rush back to their vehicles, hightailing it out of there while completely forgetting about your sister and aunt. Jenna stumbles over to Elena, the two of them trying to examine the cuffs around their wrists. But each time they touch them, they hiss in pain and have to stop.

Turning towards your family once the coast is clear, you ask, "What the hell is going on?"

"W-What?" Elena glances at you, warily. "What do you mean what's going on here? What's going on with you?! How did you-"

"Uh uh. Nope. We're not talking about me right now." You step forward until you can grab onto their cuffs with each hand. Then willing energy into them, they click open seconds later and fall away from their wrists. "I just outed myself in front of asshole strangers to save you, so you're gonna tell me what the hell is happening first and how the hell you and Jenna are whatever the hell you are."

Elena opens her mouth to retort, but Jenna cuts her off. "She's right, Elena. We owe her an explanation," she says while rubbing at her wrists

Your sister glances between you and your aunt as if in disbelief, before her shoulders sag and she heaves a sigh. "Fine. But I need to get everyone else here. This involves them too."

"Then get them here."

. . . .

Nearly an hour and a half later, well after the sun has gone down, you're sitting in your childhood living room while rubbing your temple from the onslaught of information your sister and friends have dropped on you.

Doppelgangers, vampires, werewolves, witches, hybrids… the supernatural is very real and if you weren't friends with real life aliens, you'd have trouble believing everything you've been told.

"So let me get this straight- you," you say while looking at apparently a thousand year old hybrid with a ridiculously cute dimpled grin, "killed my aunt and turned her into a vampire to be used when you sacrificed my sister to break your curse, but you had a change of heart and used someone else instead, and now everyone's just cool with each other?"

"Something like that," Klaus Mikaelson muses.

You shake your head. "And you," you say while looking at his sister Rebekah, "actually got my sister killed which led her to waking up in transition to a vampire?"

"Mmm, yes." The blonde is oddly proud of that moment, it seems, as she smirks.

"Jesus…" you mumble.

"It's not like we're actually friends," Bonnie Bennet, witch extraordinaire, says. "Originals are just hard to kill and even if we did find a way to kill them, they're linked to their sire lines."

"You say that as if I should know what that means," you deadpan.

Bonnie really tries not to roll her eyes as Klaus and Rebekah chuckle at your attitude.

"What it means, love, is that if we kill one Original, then every vampire they turned and every vampire those turned, and so on and so forth, all die," Enzo tells you.

"Vampire extinction," Jeremy mumbles.

"We're just covering our own asses by inviting the Mikaelson family," Damon Salvatore says with a shrug. "If they're left out of the loop and someone miraculously kills them, they kill us too."

"Sounds fair." You shrug. "So now that I'm all caught up about you guys, does anyone care to fill me in on what the hell happened tonight? Who the hell are these randos walking around like vigilante military?"

"Someone saw something they weren't supposed to and went to my mom," Caroline says, "but since mom already knew about the supernatural, she tried to dissuade them so as not to reveal the secret."

"Only that didn't work and something is amplifying the fear of these locals and others they've invited to town into hunting down the nonhuman," Stefan Salvatore tells you.

You glance at Bonnie while wiggling your fingers. "Can't you just magic away the issue? What's good being a witch if you can't spell away the problem?"

"Finally! Thank you," Rebekah huffs.

Bonnie sneers at the Original vampire before crossing her arms and glaring at you. "I've tried. Whatever this is, is immune to my magic."

"What about you?" Elena asks.

You frown. "What about me?"

"Jenna and I saw what you did," she says. "Couldn't you-" It's her turn to wiggle her fingers, causing you to grin.

"What do you mean what she did?" Jeremy asks, glancing between you and your other sister. "What happened?"

"She threw this red blast of energy and knocked some guys on their asses," Jenna says, far too impressed with you now that she knows the new you isn't a threat. You're still the same niece she watched grow up.

Everyone glances at you and you sink into your seat. "YN, what happened to you?" Elena asks, wanting to understand.

"I fell in with the wrong crowd after mom and dad died," you tell the room at large. "They had some powers of their own, that I didn't know about until way later, and they apparently sought me out after sensing some very weak magic in me."

"You have magic?" Bonnie stands a little taller. "But we thought only Elena had magic in her blood because of the Petrova bloodline."

"Well, there's apparently magic in the Gilbert or Sommers bloodline," you say. "Anyway, this group used my grief to manipulate me. When they had my trust, they exposed me to a crystal that amplified the magic that was already in me." You raise a hand in front of you, letting a small orb of red energy develop and dance between your fingers. "They call it chaos magic."

"Holy shit," you hear someone breathe in awe.

"In the beginning, I was excited. I was special," you tell them, losing yourself to the memory. "But then one really bad situation led me to losing control of my emotions and…" You close your hand into a fist, and your hand glows brighter and brighter before you flick your fingers open. A short wave of red energy expands outward before dissipating. As you blink out of the memory, you catch sight of everyone staring at you, tense. You shrug. "I, uh, I wanted help after that. I didn't want to accidentally hurt someone, so I sought out someone who could help."

"Who could help with that?" Your sister asks.

"I wasn't too sure, but I sought out Steve Rogers."

"Captain America?!" Your brother practically shouts. "You sought out an American Icon!?"

"Don't say it like that." Your nose wrinkles. "Steve's more than what the government dubbed him as."

"Wait," Jenna speaks up, frowning. "So, is what you told me earlier true? Are you really going abroad with Tony Stark as his assistant or…?"

"Ehh…" You squeak, shrugging.

"YN…" Her eyes narrow and you sheepishly smile.

"It's more of a mission rather than a job opportunity."

"A mission?"

"Surprise!" You give them jazz hands, chuckling nervously now. "I may or may not be an Avenger in training."

"WHAT?!" Out of everyone, your brother Jeremy is most excited. "You're gonna be a superhero?!"

"I'm gonna try to be," you say. "Apparently my morals are a little skewed, so I'm gonna be on probation for a while."

Enzo smirks. "Where has this Gilbert been all my life?"

"Right?" Damon muses, earning a punch from Elena and a chuckle from nearly everyone else.

"Anyway, I-" Nearly as one, every vampire perks up and looks towards the door. "Uhh, what's happening?"

Stefan frowns. "It sounds like a drone." And sure enough, moments later after the words leave his mouth, a drone passes by one of the front windows.

"A drone?" Rebekah scoffs. "How cowardly of them."

Everyone makes their way outside, hesitating on the porch, while only the Original family and Enzo head down onto the front lawn. The drone continues to hover noisily until Klaus leaps and snatches it from the air. Pulling an envelope that had been taped to it, he then crushes the drone and tosses it aside.

"Oh. They sent a note," Rebekah muses. "That's very quaint of them."

Her brothers huff in amusement as Klaus quickly scans the note. Summarizing it, he says, "They want a meeting with the new threat in the clearing next to the Welcome to Mystic Falls sign."

"No. No way," Elena says.

"It's a trap." Damon's eyes roll. "No one's going anywhere. We need to come up with a plan to catch them off guard."

"What better way to catch them off guard than actually showing up?" You wonder, moving to step down the porch steps, but keeping your hand on the porch railing. "They have no idea what I'm capable of. They're idiots to call me out."

Jeremy shakes his head. "They'll see you as a sympathizer and shoot first, ask questions later."

"That's assuming they'll even get a shot in."

"YN, think about this," Jenna says. "You don't know what you're up against."

"And apparently neither do you," you retort. "Your witch has yet to protect this town, so it's time some new blood takes the lead for a bit."

Bonnie scoffs. "Be my guest."

"Well, if you're going, then I'm going," Elena says.

"Me too," Jeremy agrees.

"You're not leaving without me," Jenna then says.

Glancing over your shoulder, you smirk as you will your power to gather. "Good luck leaving the house then," you muse. Immediately your eyes flash red and a red shimmer envelops the house and porch.

"What?" You laugh as you jump off the porch steps. "What did you do?" Elena steps forward to follow but runs into an invisible shield. "YN!"

"What?" You feign innocence. "The way I see it, every one of you is vulnerable. Bullets and stakes can't harm an Original the way they can harm all of you."

"Enzo's not an Original," Elena says, eyes narrowing.

"No, but Enzo was already down here, so…" You shrug. "And besides, he's cute. I need something pretty to look at in case I die out there."

"YN, let us out," Elena says, shaking her head. "You're in over your head."

"No."

"Bonnie!" Elena whirls around, but even as Bonnie closes her eyes to chant, your shield doesn't waver.

The witch frowns. "I can't. This is magic I've never come across before."

"Of course you haven't. I'm apparently one of a kind." You wink and then look back at Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah, and Enzo. "So, are you coming with or not? I may need a lift if you guys are running there."

"Darling, it'll be my pleasure," Enzo says. You giggle as he swoops you up into a bridal carry, running with you as if you didn't weigh much.

You have to close your eyes given how fast Enzo is running, but when he stops and starts to put you down, you open them and look around. You're near the meeting place, watching the vampires stare off in one direction as they listen to something only they can hear.

"What's going on?" You murmur.

"There's more than we anticipated," Rebekah murmurs back. "And they're all armed."

"Wonderful." Everyone continues to listen and quietly plan their next move, and eventually you grow restless. "Screw this. I'm going in."

"No. Wait!"

The vampires hiss threats at you, but you roll your eyes and continue forward. Walking through the tall grass, you keep your eyes peeled for anyone lingering on the sides. You don't see anything out of the norm and eventually you come upon a group of men and women.

Shockingly, it's a woman who steps forward and who you assume is in charge. "Who are you?" She asks.

"Who am I?" You muse. "Who are you? You came into my home and attacked us, after all."

The woman has a swagger to her to step as she stops a couple yards in front of you, crossing her arms over her chest with a self-satisfied smirk. "We hunt vampires. We're ridding the world of these monsters, but you were a surprise. So again, who are you?"

"YN Gilbert," you tell her. "And you attacked my aunt and sister. So, you and I, we have a problem."

"Your family are monsters. And so are you." As soon as the words leave her mouth, all the armed individuals behind her raise their weapons and green lasers center on your chest. Glancing down at all the moving dots, you laugh. "Those vampire friends of yours might be invulnerable to bullets, but are you?"

"There's only one way to find out." At your side, your right hand starts to glow. You hear murmurs of distress and you smirk as you glance at the woman in charge. "Then again, you're a moment too late. You should have had them take the shot when you had the chance."

Before she can get a word out, you raise your hand and flick your wrist. The red energy enveloping your hand disperses, and you watch as every person who had their weapon trained on you goes rigid as their eyes briefly glow red. From one second to the next, they all turn and train their weapons on their boss.

"Have fun convincing your friends you're not the monster." Turning around, your steps briefly falter as the vampires stare at you in amusement. You hadn't even heard them come up behind you. "What?"

Elijah's lips twitch. "What did you do to them?"

"A little mind control, I think. We should get out of here and regroup so I can figure out our next move. I'm not sure how long our new friends will be under."

"What all are you capable of?" Klaus asks, eyeing you warily.

"Dunno. I'm still figuring that out. Now can we go? I'm pretty sure everyone at my house is pretty pissed given I locked them in."

"My family and I actually have something to take care of in New Orleans," Klaus says.

"We would appreciate it if you kept us in the loop," Elijah then tells you.

"Sure. I can get your number from someone when there's something to tell." The Mikaelson siblings disappear after agreeing and you turn to glance at Enzo with a grin. "And then there were two." You step closer, reaching for him so he can prepare to hold you again. "Let's go, handsome, before the people with guns come out of the little trance they're under."

He huffs a laugh as your arms go around his neck and you jump so he's forced to catch you. "As you wish."

The next morning you groggily walk downstairs, yawning and stepping into the kitchen where Stefan is surprisingly cooking.

"Morning," you sleepily mumble.

He smiles. "Morning. Sleep okay?"

You wrinkle your nose while making yourself a cup of coffee and think about why you didn't have that great of a sleep. After what happened to your aunt and sister, Elena didn't want anyone unprotected. Tyler and Caroline still opted to go home to keep an eye on their mothers, but everyone else decided to stay at the Gilbert house. Bonnie slept in Jeremy's room, Damon in Elena's, Stefan called dibs on the couch, and you felt bad that Enzo would have to sleep on the recliner. Instead, you offered to share with him so long as he knew there'd be no funny business.

"If I had known Enzo hogs the blanket, I'd have never offered to share my bed out of the goodness of my heart."

Stefan chuckles. "Would breakfast put you in a better mood?"

"Mmm. What'd you make?"

"There's eggs, sausage, bacon, hashbrowns, and toast."

You take a sip of your coffee before you stand. "I'll make my own eggs," you tell him. "I'm apparently picky with how they're made."

Stefan grins while stepping aside, watching as you find a small pan for your eggs. You crack three in the pan, scrambling them. Then while letting them cook for a moment, you head to the refrigerator to grab a bag of shredded cheese. Once they're nearly done to how you like them, you sprinkle a handful of cheese so the heat melts it just right.

"Cheesy eggs," you muse while plating them. "This is now the only way I can eat them."

Stefan grabs a fork and tries a forkful from the pan, humming a moment later. "Huh. Those are pretty good."

"Right?"

The two of you eat in peace before the rest of the house starts waking up. Jenna and Enzo join you right before Damon and Elena, and then Bonnie says a quick hello before taking her leave to get a jump on trying to figure out what's going on. Jeremy is the last to show up and you swat at his hand when he tries to steal your bacon.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Jeremy asks.

You shrug. "Probably roam the town and see if I can sense anything. Elena, nor Jenna, can tag along because those people know they're vampires."

"We're out of the running because they've been keeping an eye on the boarding house," Damon says.

"Which leaves me," Enzo smirks.

Jeremy huffs. "And me."

"Yeah, but you're only human, baby Gilbert."

Your brother grumbles and you laugh as you ruffle his hair. "Don't worry. I'll protect you and the pretty vampire from any threats."

Elena is not happy that you're going out on your own with only Enzo as vampire backup, but you tell her if she wants to involve herself then she can go help her witchy bestie. She's not impressed, but you couldn't care less, and you head out once Jeremy is done with breakfast.

"Someone else drive," you say while tossing your keys over your shoulder. "I need to sit in the back and somewhat concentrate."

"All you, mate," you hear Enzo say. "I just wanna sit pretty in the passenger seat."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

You slide into the back of your car, scooting towards the middle and letting Jeremy settle behind the wheel while Enzo makes himself comfortable in the passenger seat.

"So, what exactly are we doing?" Jeremy asks.

"No idea. Just drive up and down every street. If something gives me the heebie jeebies, I'll speak up and we'll check it out."

"And if you don't sense anything out of the norm?"

"Then we go back home and try again later." He looks at you through the rearview mirror and you sigh. "Jer, just drive. I love Elena, but I really don't wanna deal with all her questions right now."

"But you'll answer mine, right?"

"Ugh. If I must."

"Cool. So, what's it like living with superheroes?" He asks, starting your car and pulling away from the curb.

"It was fun, but a bit chaotic."

"Because of all the enemies the Avengers have?"

"No, because half of them act like children." You huff a laugh, remembering some of your fonder moments with them. "Hawkeye likes to hide the vents and start unexpected nerf wars. Captain America and the Winter Soldier know no boundaries, and I usually found one or both sitting at my kitchen table and eating all my food when they forgot to order their groceries. And Iron Man likes to know any and every dirty detail of a person's life."

"What about the Black Widow?" Jeremy muses.

"She's more of a meddling teenager. Kept trying to set me up with people."

Jeremy laughs. "Who?"

"First it was Steve, then when she realized I had a type she reluctantly guided me in Loki's direction."

Enzo turns in his seat. "The God of Mischief? She tried setting you up with the God of Mischief?"

"Yep." You pop the 'p' and grin. "Almost sealed the deal too, but Thor's a cockblock and he got called back to Asgard before anything interesting could happen."

"Good. You can do better than the god of mischief who once wanted to take over Earth," your brother mumbles.

"Oh yeah?" You scoot forward so you can peer into the front between your brother and Enzo. "So, what are your thoughts on blood sucking vampires?"

"Gross!" Enzo barks out a laugh and Jeremy's attention is divided between the road and his passenger. "You better have not seduced my sister, Enzo!"

"I didn't, mate, but I did think about it."

You're laughing now, punching Enzo's shoulder while you tell your brother, "Give me some credit. I don't sleep with people on the same day I meet them."

"The vampires are off limits."

"Come on," you groan. "I need to have some fun before I leave. It's either this vampire or the other vampire with the accent."

"The other vampire with an acc- Klaus? You wanna bone Klaus?!"

Your lips twitch while you try to remain serious. "One or the other. You gotta pick one."

"No. Not only no, but hell no!"

You and Enzo are laughing again, and Jeremy grumbles while watching where he's driving.

For the rest of the drive, you divide your attention by teasing your brother with your attraction to the vampire in the passenger seat, and trying to sense anything out of the norm. Unfortunately, nothing feels off to you and Jeremy ends up driving back home.

"Better luck next time, yeah?" Enzo says while exiting the vehicle.

"Yeah. Until then, I'm gonna nap. Wake me up for lunch," you tell Jeremy.

For days you drive around Mystic Falls at random times, but you don't find anything. You even try to meditate and cast out a mental net, but again you come up with nothing.

Not even Bonnie has any luck and when you start to get aggravated because you know people are watching your family and their friends, Enzo decides to get you out of the house without any chaperones.

"Dinner at the Mystic Grill? How romantic of you," you tiredly tease him.

"We can always have dinner with your family and the Salvatore's, love."

"Mystic Grill is perfect."

"Thought so."

While you and Enzo wait for your food, you talk a little bit more.

"So is Mystic Falls permanent or were you visiting when all hell broke loose?" You wonder.

"Visiting. I'm a bit of a wanderer." Enzo tells you as he pops a piece of tortilla chip into his mouth. "What about you? What are your plans after your vacation is up?"

"Well, my trip is pretty confidential, but I'll be gone for two weeks before heading back to New York."

"And is New York permanent?"

"Yep. It wasn't always, but after gaining these powers of mine it's kind of where I have to be now."

Enzo smirks. "Will you be allowed visitors?"

"Of course." You laugh. "But the superheroes are nosy and it won't be long until they figure out your secret if you start visiting me."

"A price I will have to pay if it means I can have sleepovers with my favorite Gilbert."

Heat embarrassingly blooms in your cheeks as you toss a piece of torn napkin at him, making him chuckle. Thankfully, the waitress shows up with your food and you're saved from retorting by biting into your chicken sandwich.

You eat in peace, only having to stop a few times to greet old friends and old friends of your parents when they realize you're back. When it's all said and done, Enzo can't stop smiling at you as you leave the Grill and start walking towards Main Square.

"What?"

"I didn't know you were so popular."

"That's what happens when you're the golden child of two of the most respected individuals in town."

"Ah, yes. Your father."

You wince. "Sorry. I forgot you said that he- and Augustine."

"Water under the bridge, love. Besides, you were only a child when all that went down."

As you continue to walk, your arms cross over your chest and Enzo's thumbs end up hooked in his front pockets. He tells you about his turning and the identity of his sire which sets you off into a round of giggles as you tell him he's basically the baby of the Salvatore clan. He huffs, but finds amusement in your amusement.

You're then telling him all about the one time Tony Stark took you out for drinks and you ended up with the worst hangover of your life when a sudden sense of dread washes over you. You stumble and Enzo reaches for your elbow, and you immediately glance around at your surroundings.

"What's wrong?"

"You don't feel that?" You ask, your left hand reaching for your chest as your heart starts to pound with fear. "Fuck. Whoever's responsible for igniting panic in Mystic Falls is here. I can- I feel like-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Take a breath, sweetheart."

"M'trying." You try to catch your breath while reinforcing a mental shield around your mind. As the seconds slowly tick on by, you eventually get yourself under control. As your gaze scans your surroundings, you find someone standing under the clock tower. And when you clock them, they immediately tense and try to scurry off. "There."

When Enzo sees where you're looking, he speeds off and you start walking until you're in the middle of Main Square. Enzo reappears with a struggling woman by his side and he rolls his eyes. "Enough." He grips her bicep a little tighter, jerking her so she gets the memo to stop trying to escape. "Explain yourself."

"Yes. Please do," you drawl.

"H-How did you fight off the f-fear?" She asks instead, glancing between you and Enzo. "No one is supposed t-to be able to."

"I'm one of a kind," you deadpan. "Now explain yourself."

"The vampires have taken over. I needed to protect everyone!"

"Vampires are the least of your worries." You huff. "So what if they take a sip from a local or three? You should be grateful the vampires keep the worst threats from stepping foot here."

She shakes her head. "You're wrong. This vampire has used his mind tricks on you!"

"That's where you're wrong, girlie," Enzo muses. "Miss Gilbert here can't be compelled. You, however-"

"Wait." You stop Enzo from trying to compel the girl. "How did you do it?" You ask her. "How are you riling the locals and their friends up? How are you controlling their fear?" As you were asking her questions, you took notice that her hand reached up to grasp the tiny jar that had been hanging around her neck. She shakes her head, refusing to answer, and you reach forward with quick reflexes to pull the necklace from around her neck. "What's this then?"

"Don't!" She tries to lunge for it, but Enzo holds her in place.

"Why? It's just a-" An unseen force hits you square in the chest, throwing you off your feet and sends you flying. You land on your back with a grunt and within a second Enzo is there to help you up back to feet. "What the fuck was that?" You mumble.

"I don't know."

When you get your bearings, you glance back at the woman who fidgets nervously with something inhuman and grotesque standing right behind her shoulder. You scoff at her, gripping her necklace tight in hand. "Are you kidding me? You want to rid the town of vampires, yet you have a fuckin' demon at your beck and call? Hypocrite."

"He's helping me."

"He's feeding off of you, idiot!" You shout back at her. "He's just feeding differently than a vampire does, but I guarantee you he's feeding from you."

"N-No. He said-"

"Demons lie," Enzo tells her. "I wouldn't be surprised if he's leeching off your soul and every other soul he instills fear in. You're not helping anyone. You're hurting them."

She gasps and stumbles away from the demon, trembling when its milky white eyes turn on her. "I-Is that true?"

The demon gives a nonchalant shrug and you shake your head in disappointment at the girl. Her eyes fill with tears. "I didn't- I didn't want-"

"How do I get rid of it?" You ask. "What's so important about the necklace?"

When the demon looks at you and takes a step in your direction, she says, "Break it. Breaking the jar breaks the spell. Everyone will go back to normal too."

The demon hisses and you roll your eyes while throwing the necklace down and letting Enzo stomp on it. As soon as the glass breaks, the demon squeals before vanishing in a poof of smoke.

You frown. "Well, that was anticlimactic."

Enzo snorts and then gestures towards the trembling woman. "What do we do with her?"

"Please don't kill me!" She cries. "I only wanted to help."

"I'm not going to kill you." You roll your eyes. "But you are going to take me to your house so I can gather everything that will remind you of the supernatural. Then I'm going to make you forget everything you know about us and make it so you never have to worry ever again."

"P-Promise?"

"Promise."

. . . .

An hour later, you and Enzo are going through boxes of occult paraphernalia that you'd taken from the woman's home. You had texted your sister to text Bonnie to meet you at the house, so you were currently waiting for the witch to show.

"I can't believe the villain was so utterly human who got lucky with the right books," Enzo drawls.

"Right? And to think- oh, pretty!" You cut yourself off, picking up a small crystal globe. "Do you think this is harmless?"

Enzo snorts. "I don't know, love. Ask the Bennett witch. She's walking up the porch steps right now."

Bonnie doesn't bother to knock, instead just walking right on in. She walks into the living room, exhaling softly as she takes in you and Enzo. "What happened? Did you find any new leads?"

"Did I find any new leads?" You muse, chuckling. She doesn't look impressed with you. "I found the problem and took care of it. Vampires can now roam around without fear that someone is going to stake them."

She stands a little taller. "What?"

"It was a normal civilian," Enzo says, "who got lucky with the right occult shop. She summoned a fear demon and didn't realize that while it was riling everyone up, it was also feeding on them."

"So we broke the spell, put the mind whammy on the woman who was causing you issues, and cleaned out her supernatural paraphernalia," you say while gesturing to the boxes in front of you. "I figured this stuff was better off in your hands than in someone else who would try their hand at summoning."

Bonnie steps further into the room to get a look in the boxes. "O-Oh. And this woman, she's okay?"

"Yes. Just because I have magic now doesn't make me a monster, Bonnie. The woman is fine and doesn't remember a thing."

"She also has the urge to better her life," Enzo says. "And if you don't believe us, we'll give you her address so you can check her out for yourself."

"No. It's fine," she says. "I just- I guess I'm so used to Damon solving our problems by killing the issue rather than solving it without bloodshed."

"Aren't you glad I'm not Damon." Bonnie finally cracks a grin at you and you raise the crystal globe so she can see it. "So do you think it's safe to keep this? It's really pretty."

Her and Enzo both snort, and she holds her hand out for it. "Let me see." You hand it over and you watch as she closes her eyes, muttering under her breath. After a few seconds, her eyes open and she passes it back to you. "It's fine. I don't think she ever had a chance to use it."

"Score." You keep the small globe and then gesture to the boxes. "All yours then, Bennet. Don't go summoning demons now."

She chuckles. "I won't."

Enzo helps her load the car with her new possessions and then he's looming over you as you sit on the couch. "What?" You slowly grin at him.

"We have the house to ourselves."

"We've had the house to ourselves, Enzo."

"Yes, but we were expecting company. Now, we are not."

Your laugh gets cut short as you yawn. "As much as I'm looking forward to checking out your vampire stamina, I'm beat."

"Fine. Off to bed we go and then you're mine for the next few days now that you don't have to solve Mystic Falls' problems."

"Yeah. Sure."

You're peacefully sleeping when you're rudely awakened by your phone. Normally you'd let it go to voicemail, but you know for a fact that you silenced it which means your phone's been hacked. And given that it's a Stark product, you have a very good feeling you know who hacked your phone for this rude awakening.

Turning onto your opposite side, reach for your phone and blindly answer it. You realize a second too late it's a video call and maneuver the phone so the camera doesn't catch anything behind you.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty!"

You groan, keeping your eyes hooded because of the too bright screen. "Fuck off, Tony. What time is it?"

"It should be six your time, I think."

"Six?!" Your eyes open wider and you shift your position just a little, pulling the blanket up higher to cover your chest. "What the hell, Tony! I barely went to sleep like three hours ago."

"Mhm. And what were you doing three hours ago? Or should I say whom?" You catch his smirk and you scowl at him.

"I don't know what you're-"

"Cut the shit. I caught a glimpse of a very muscular back when you moved just moments ago. And a head of dark hair."

"Fuck." There's a snort behind you and you turn so you're on your back, shoving at Enzo's arm. "You just had to be here, didn't you?"

"You weren't complaining three hours ago, love."

Tony practically lights up. "Did you get a boyfriend?! Romanoff is going to be so pissed she wasn't the cause of this."

"He's not my boyfriend," you grumble. "He's just… convenient."

"Mhmm. And is this convenience going to be visiting New York when you get back from our trip?"

"Enzo knows it's a probationary mission," you tell him around a yawn. "And I don't know. Maybe."

Enzo changes position so he's also on his back, sleepily smirking at you. "Definitely."

"Then he's a boyfriend. Oh, I can't wait to tell the others. Our baby superhero is growing up so fast."

"You're both annoying." You yawn again. "Was there a purpose to this call, Stark, or can we go back to sleep?"

"Not really. I just missed my second favorite human."

"Second? Does Peter know he's been usurped of his position as second favorite? If not, I call dibs on rubbing it in his face."

"Rude. But anyway, I also made you a gift. I'll ship it out later, so be expecting a package later this week."

"Ugh. Should I be worried?"

"No, but I have a feeling your new boyfriend is going to love it."

"One- not the boyfriend. And two- goodbye, Tony."

You hang up before Tony can say anything else and set your phone aside. When you turn back around, you match Enzo's position so you're lying on your side, facing him. "What do you think he's sending you?"

"No idea, but I have a feeling it's either going to be something I need or something to embarrass me."

Enzo smiles as he tucks your hair behind your ear, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Alright. Go back to sleep, love. It's still dark out."

"Mmm. Okay."

Two days later, as you're sitting on the porch swing with your sister and enjoying iced tea with your siblings and aunt, a delivery truck stops in front of the house. The conversation you'd been having ceases as the driver gets out and opens up the back of his truck. Then he grabs a rather large black box, and when he maneuvers it in his arms you see Stark Industries logo emblazoned on the front.

The driver then walks up the sidewalk to your porch, glancing at everyone with a small smile. "YN Gilbert?"

"That'd be me," you say, standing to meet him.

"Cool. I'm gonna need to see some ID and then need a signature before I can hand this over."

"Sure. No problem." You head inside to retrieve your ID and then meet the guy back outside. As you hand over your ID for him to scan, you then quickly sign your name and take the box from him. "Thanks!"

"No problem. Have a good day."

When you turn around, your family is staring. "What?"

"What is it?" Elena asks.

"Yeah. Open it. I want to see."

Huffing a laugh, you gesture towards the door. You rather not open a box from Tony outside just in case it's something not meant for civilian eyes. But alas, once you get the lid off, it's nothing scandalous or confidential. In fact, it's something you were hoping you didn't have to deal with so soon.

"A supersuit!" Jeremy exclaims. "You got your own supersuit!"

"Calm down, Jer," you grumble. Picking through the paper, you pull free a top, pants, a jacket, and even what appears to be a head piece.

"Oh. That's pretty," Elena says while taking the headpiece from you and gently touching the intricate red designs. "Are these meant to be horns?"

"I'm not even sure." Underneath a pair of boots, there's a note. Picking it up, you read it aloud with a sigh. "Enjoy the last week with your family. We'll be there to pick you up next Sunday. Wear the suit. With love and excitement to see your boy toy- Tony." You huff a laugh before looking back at the box, shaking your head as your family roams their fingers over the pieces of your suit they're holding.

"What material is this?" Jenna asks.

"Do you think they can make me a Halloween costume out of any extra material they have lying around?" Jeremy wonders.

Both you and Elena snort, and you start to gather your suit from them. "I don't know and no. Now let me put this away while you guys brainstorm what we're going to do for dinner."

"Don't you have plans with Enzo?" Jeremy scowls.

"Nope. And don't make faces," you tell him. "If anyone is allowed to make faces, it's me and Elena because you're boning one of her best friends." Jeremy balks when Jenna barks out a laugh and Elena can only shrug while telling him that you're not wrong. "Besides, Enzo knows how much I love you guys and knows I should be spending all this time with you. I'll see Enzo whenever I want after I get back from my mission."

Elena arches an eyebrow at you. "He's gonna visit you in New York?"

You shrug. "He says he will, but I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

"You have that vampire wrapped around your finger," Jenna muses. "I won't be surprised if we see less and less of him once you get back to New York."

"If you say so."

During the last week with your family, Elena finds it in her to not be so attached to her boyfriend. You go shopping with Jeremy and Elena, catch up on all the juiciest gossip with Jenna, and a few times you have group dinners with the Salvatore brothers, Enzo, Caroline, and Bonnie.

They try to weasel out any information you can give about where you're going, but you keep mum about it and tell them if they stop asking, then you'll let them see you off when you're to be picked up. They agree.

Then the day before you're set to leave, you're surprised when you sit down for dinner right as the doorbell rings. Everyone freezes before Jenna glances around the table, counting everyone and trying to figure out who'd be at the door.

Suddenly Elena perks up, eyes sparkling. "I got it!"

You frown at her, but Damon, Stefan, Caroline, Jenna, and Enzo seem to be the only ones who catch on as to who is possibly at the door. You, Jeremy, and Bonnie can only shrug and wait for Elena to return.

So while waiting for your sister's return, you nudge Enzo and ask for him to pass the salad bowl.

"Rabbit food, YN? Seriously?" You startle in surprise at the voice, fumbling the bowl and glancing up to see a smirking Tony. "I know for a fact you're not fond of salad."

"Tony! What are- why are you-"

"He couldn't wait," Clint muses, entering the door with several stacked pizza boxes in hand.

The door opens again and your sister ushers in another familiar face. "And neither could Barton." Natasha grins.

"Shut up, Nat. You jumped at the chance too. Don't try to play it off."

"Someone had to make sure you idiots didn't wreak too much havoc." Then glancing at the gobsmacked and/or amused faces, she introduces herself. "Hello. I'm Natasha Romanoff."

"W-We know," Jeremy stammers. "Hi. It's, uh, it's nice to meet you."

You wrinkle your nose at your brother and reluctantly stand up to show Clint where he can place the pizzas he's brought. "Everyone, I'm pretty sure you know who Tony, Clint, and Natasha are. Guys, meet my family and friends." Then one by one, you introduce them to your aunt, sister, and brother first. Then you introduce Caroline, Bonnie, and the Salvatores, and save Enzo for last.

Tony gasps in delight. "I got dibs on the chair by the boyfriend!"

"Tony!" Everyone snickers and you shake your head in disbelief as Tony makes a beeline for your vacated chair. Then glancing back at Natasha and Clint, you gesture to the kitchen island. "We're all out of chairs, so it looks like we're standing."

"That's fine," Clint muses. "I'm good at standing."

"Me too."

"Hey YN, can I get a slice of that pizza?" Your brother asks.

"Yeah. Hang on." Though your family and friends are eating spaghetti and salad, a few of them request slices of pizza of their own. You and Clint serve them up, and then return to the kitchen island to get started on your own dinner.

"So who's got embarrassing high school stories?" Tony asks.

"Well…"

"Don't even think about it, Jer-bear," you immediately blurt. "I grew up with you and Elena. I have just as much ammunition against you than you do me."

"Yeah, but the Avengers aren't my co-workers. They're yours."

Your eyes narrow. "Alright, fine." The piece of pizza you had in hand is lowered. "Once when Jeremy was thirteen and our parents left us in charge, I walked in on him-"

"You promised to never bring that up!"

The room explodes into laughter and you grin. "Try me, baby brother. I dare you."

"Fine. I don't know anything."

"You buckled so easily," Caroline teases. She then sits a little straighter, smirking at the room at large. "Well, YN was a junior when Elena, Bonnie, and I entered high school, so-"

"I got dirt on you too, Forbes. I even have pictures before your HBIC days. Do you really wanna try me?"

Her smirk falls. "I burned all those."

"As if I didn't make doubles or even triples." Caroline pouts and goes back to twirling her spaghetti on her fork. "Does anyone else wanna try me then? Hmm." You glance at Bonnie who shakes her head with a grin and Jenna who arches an eyebrow at you. "Remember, Jen, I was there for every sloppy relationship and one night stand. I was eavesdropping long before you ever knew."

Jenna deflates. "I hate nosy children."

You bark out a laugh and happily pick up your pizza, taking a bite out of it. Tony frowns. "And here I thought I'd get some juicy blackmail on you, Gilbert."

"Keep it up, Tony, and I'll narc on you to Pepper. We both know she adores me."

"Yeah, yeah."

"So why are you guys here?" You ask, eating some more. "I thought I was supposed to be picked up tomorrow."

"Stark wanted to make sure the suit fit," Natasha says. "Have you tried it on?"

"Nope."

"Why not?" Tony squawks. "It's yours! I thought you'd jump at the chance to wear a suit made specifically for you."

"I've been bonding with the family." You roll your eyes. "Excuse me if I didn't want to squeeze myself into a suit and be gawked at."

"Hey, be glad it's not a catsuit like mine," Natasha muses. "Yours looks loads more comfortable."

"You guys aren't going to let this go until I try it on, aren't you?"

"Try it on! Try it on!" Jeremy starts to chant, followed by Caroline. "Try it on!"

"I hate you all."

Taking one last vicious bite out of your pizza, you drop it on your plate and leave to head upstairs to your room.

As soon as YN disappears from the kitchen, Tony turns towards Enzo. "So what are you intentions with the baby of the Avengers? Because let me tell you something, Lorenzo St. John, I know everything about you, the Salvatores, aunt Jenna, sister Elena, and friend Caroline."

The room goes deathly quiet and still, and Clint snorts. "Why do you guys look so shocked? You didn't think we'd be stupid to not investigate everything going on in this town, did you?"

"How?" Caroline wonders. "The council doesn't exist anymore and my mom knows better than to put that type of information on any electronic device where it can be hacked."

"Well someone was dumb enough to keep an electronic journal," Natasha muses, still casually eating as everyone else is too tense to move. "And while vampires and witches," she makes eye contact with Bonnie then, "all sound very whimsical, given our line of work we have to believe that there was an ounce of truth somewhere in there. So we dug and dug until we found pictures of the Salvatore brothers from way back in the day. There wasn't much on St. John, but there was quite the information dump on the Original family."

"So again I will ask," Tony says. "What are your intentions with YN?"

"Nothing. We're just having fun." Enzo shrugs. "I like the girl and we're just taking it day by day."

"Does she know about all of you?"

"She does," Jenna finally speaks up. "She showed up right before a group of men broke into my house and tried to take me by force."

Clint stands a little taller and Enzo waves him off. "Fear demon riled up some locals, but YN took care of it. All is fine now."

"What about this Original family?" Tony asks. "Do we need to worry about them?"

No one says anything and surprisingly it's Bonnie who speaks up. "They like to toe the line, but so long as they're left alone, it should be fine."

"They've racked up quite the body count." Natasha arches an eyebrow at her.

"So have Damon and Stefan." Bonnie shrugs. "But the Salvatores have learned from their past and live peacefully now. The Mikaelson family does their own thing, but so long as their family is not threatened, they stay under the radar. I doubt they want the government hounding them."

"We'll leave them alone for now, but the second they start making waves-"

"They'll behave." Damon rolls his eyes. "Klaus saw just a fraction of what YN can do and I doubt he wants her tapping into that power to subdue him. They might have a very powerful witchy sister back in New Orleans, but-"

"But YN's power is different than what the ancestors have shown us," Bonnie says. "No matter the experience of the witch, I have a feeling YN can easily outpower any of them."

"Shit. Really?" Now Tony looks intrigued, but before he can ask more about it, the kitchen door swings open.

"There. Happy?" You deadpan.

Everyone falls quiet and Enzo turns his seat to take a look at you. You mentally preen when you see his eyes subtly widen before looking you up and down, and then a leering smirk graces his features. "Hello, gorgeous."

You huff a laugh and flick his forehead as Caroline gushes. "Oh my god. You look so good in that!"

"It is comfortable," you reluctantly admit. "And I'm immensely grateful that my cleavage isn't out for all to see," you say while glancing down at the black and burgundy top of your suit. "And what even is this skirt or whatever it is?" You ask, turning sideways so you can point out the piece of material that's connected to the back bottom half of your top to give off the illusion of you wearing a cloak without really wearing one.

Tony shrugs. "Thought it looked neat. Do you want it gone?"

"Well, no…"

"Question." Elena sheepishly raises her hand. "If the world gets to see your suit in action and you become well known, can I borrow the suit for Halloween?"

"No." You laugh. "You are not dressing up as me for Halloween."

"But it's so pretty," she muses. "And that headpiece! God, I love that headpiece so much."

You shake your head at her, grinning, and then make your way back to the kitchen island. "Well now that everyone's done gawking, can I eat now? I'm starving."

For the duration of dinner, you let your family and friends spill a few secrets to keep Tony happy. Natasha keeps nudging you and gesturing to Enzo, but you shrug and blush when she wiggles her eyebrows.

"I have a feeling you have a thing for murderers," she quietly muses. "First Loki and now Enzo?"

You snort and shake your head, and then freeze when your eyes dart to her. She arches an eyebrow at you before smirking. You sigh in defeat. "Of course you know."

"As if we'd let an Avenger in training go back home without making sure everything was on the up and up. You're lucky Tony only kept the vampire secret between us three and didn't get Steve involved."

Your nose wrinkles. "He means well, but that man needs to realize not everything is sunshine and rainbows."

"Mhm. You don't have to tell me. I know perfectly well that we can coexist with vampires, but the second they start mindlessly murdering humans, then we're going to have an issue."

"Duly noted, Black Widow," Damon says aloud, letting her know he could hear her. "Though I am kind of interested to see how a vampire fares against someone such as yourself."

"Give me a few weeks and we'll test it out," she says.

Dinner conversation then turns into who they think can win a fight, and soon enough Jeremy has thrown all caution to the wind and is showing pictures from what he's dubbed as your teenage dirtbag days.

Soon enough Tony, Clint, and Natasha are leaving to hunker down in a bed and breakfast before they come back to pick you up tomorrow afternoon, and you're calling it an early night so you're not too exhausted the following morning.

As you walk into your room, you're not surprised to find Enzo already waiting in bed for you. Grinning, you crawl into bed until you're hovering above the dark haired vampire. "Hi," you muse, leaning down and quickly kissing him. "I'm surprised you're still here."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

You shrug and fall down atop the vampire, situating yourself until you're tucked into the crook of his arm with your head cushioned on his shoulder, your arm thrown over his chest, and your knee hiked up over his thigh. "Natasha usually scares people away or Tony intimidates them away."

"I don't know, love, the superheroes seemed to like us pretty well."

"You say that now, but wait until you show up in New York. You'll be their secret guinea pig that they test out their new gadgets on."

"As long as they don't cut me open, I have no issue with it."

"Ugh. They're gonna love you."

Enzo chuckles quietly. "I hope so. You're not getting away that easily."

"Can you guys stop being so cute? I'm not supposed to approve of whatever you guys have going on, but you're making it really hard to disapprove!"

You lift your head to shout at your door. "Shut up and go to sleep, Jenna!"

"Rude!"

Laughing, you let your head fall back on Enzo with a quiet groan. "They're all ridiculous. We're just having fun."

"Keep telling yourself that, love. Maybe one day down the line you'll actually believe it."

You pinch his side before turning your face to bite his pec. Enzo flinches and laughs some more. "You're not helping."

"Because you'll see it sooner or later that I'm the only one for you." He presses a kiss to your hairline and you sigh tiredly as you settle back down against him. "Now get some sleep." As you close your eyes and start to drift, you hear him ask, "Do you think I can compel your mission location out of that Hawkeye fella before you leave?"

"Don't you dare."

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[chloe-skywalker]

Sibling Issues - Klaus Mikaelson

Klaus x fem!reader Gilbert

Warnings: none

Word count: 429

Requested: Could you do a imagine where the reader is Elena sister and in a relationship with Klaus please - @anon

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting

Masterlist

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“Hello, Love.” Klaus greeted Y/n as he entered their shared bedroom in his mansion. He had been out dealing with some witch business, so he got home later than her.

“Hey.” she greeted back her head leaning up for a kiss as he got on the bed behind her.

Klaus gladly leaned down to place a kiss upon her lips before pulling away to ask the question on his mind since she seemed so tense. “Did you stop by to pick up more of your stuff?”

He had glanced around the room to notice if more of her stuff was in it and indeed there was. Which had made him already know why she seemed tense but he didn’t want to push on the sensitive subject if he was wrong.

“Yu’p’” Was her only response and judging by her tone he knew what must have happened.

“They're still mad at you?” he asked even though it was more of a fact than question. Klaus wrapped his arms around her and once he did he could tell some tension left her body. So he decided to also kiss her cheek.

Y/n sighed, frustrated with the situation. “Yeah. But I don’t care. I’ve had to put up with so much crap from Elena and Jermey but if it comes to anything to do with me they could give a crap or they get angry at me.”

“I’m sorry, Love.” Klaus mumbled into her neck, nuzzling into it.

“You have sibling problems all the time what do you do?” Y/n asked her Hybrid boyfriend as she turned to lay on her back, looking up at him. Why her siblings couldn’t support her relationship she’d never know. They’ve forgiven others that had done horrible shit to them why not Klaus? Y/n just suspected it was because they never liked anything she said or did.

Klaus laughed hovering above her with his dopey smile upon his lips. “I dagger them for a few decades.”

“Damn.” Y/n shook her head with a disappointed but amused look.

“Love, my siblings love you. You're a part of our family, we’d do anything for you.” Klaus stated to her as he brushed her hair back out of her face.

“I appreciate it. I’d do the same.” Y/n smiled up at him. She loved all the Mikaelson siblings just like how they all loved her.

“We know, Love.” Klaus nodded, he did truly wish he could take away the situation that caused her stress. Maybe he’ll have a talk with Jeremy and Elena.

Tag: @gruffle1

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[killerforklaus]

moodboard; y/n's phone gallery

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[imaginefan]

Buried In Work

Jeremy Gilbert X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 953

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you write something about reader she looses herself and drowns herself in things she knows she shouldn't be cause she loses her family and Jeremy tries to save her from ruining her life cause he's in love with her ? One shot story. Thank you in advance.

You and Jeremy had been friends since you had met in school, you helped him through everything with his parents and you never questioned him for his methods of coping only made sure that he was safe, when he decided to give it up you helped him with that as well, provided him with ways to distract himself and get through the withdrawal period. Through that time Jeremy started to notice something about you, you threw yourself head first into everything without a thought for what you were already doing or how this was going to affect you.

Jeremy hated it, over the years he had fallen for you, with everything that you had done to help him he had started to rely on you in a way that he hadn’t managed with very many other people. Now it was his turn to help you with the little problem that you had. You were in your last year of school the same as Jeremy and while you were trying to study the supernatural world would not wait.

Jeremy was laying on your bed holding a book over his head, not that he was actually reading anything, it was only a few moments later that your phone started ringing, you picked it up within seconds and he waited watching as you greeted the person on the other end of the phone “Hey Bonnie, what’s up?” You asked, you were silent for a second. “When?” You nodded to whatever you were hearing and then scribbled something down on your already filled diary. “Yeah, that’s fine, I’ll let you know if anything changes.” “What was that?” Jeremy asked. “Bonnie was just asking if I could help her with the prep for Elena’s birthday.” You answered as you crossed out something and rewrote it somewhere else with a question mark next to it. “When?” He asked. “Tomorrow.” You answered. “Don’t you have an appointment tomorrow?” Jeremy asked. “Yeah I think I can move it though.” You answered and that explained what you had crossed out and moved around in your diary. “I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” He said as you looked at him and waved him off. “It’s fine I promise this is the last time that I’ll move it.” You said and he sighed.

The next day, Jeremy had a few things that he needed to do that day to prepare for Elena’s party but as the day pulled to an end he decided to drop by your place and make sure that you were okay. When he got to your place he realised that you weren’t there, easily figuring out where you still were. Jeremy made his way to Bonnie’s house to find you still here helping her with a few things, Jeremy knocked on the door, Bonnie opening it she smiled when she saw him “Is (Y/N) still here?” He asked. “Yeah she’s here.” Bonnie answered “you come to take her home?” “Mmm.” Jeremy hummed. “Is that Elena’s gift? Do you want to leave it here, the party will be happening here anyway.” Bonnie explained, Jeremy nodded, handing her the gift before following her in, you were sitting on the sofa, handwriting the invites for the party. You had decided that the best way to make sure that the party goes off without a hitch was to have a spell on the house meaning that the only way that someone could actually get in would be to have the invitations that you were writing, you had hoped to have them done earlier but it was taking far longer than you had expected. “It’s late, you know.” Jeremy said softly as he stood in front of you. “I know but I still have a few more to write.” You answered. “You can finish them some other time or Bonnie can finish them, you know the party isn’t until the end of the week.” Jeremy explained “I’m sure that you have a lot to do tomorrow.” “Yeah I guess.” You answered. “I can write the rest of them (Y/N) don’t worry.” Bonnie spoke up from behind him, Jeremy turned silently, thanking her and crouching in front of you. “Let’s go.” He said softly.

The walk back to your place was quiet, you didn’t seem to want to talk, Jeremy assumed that you were tired but when you got home he noticed that there was something wrong “what’s wrong?” He asked. “I should have finished everything.” You answered. “I woke up late and then didn’t get there on time, it would have been finished if I had got there on time.” “You woke up late because you're trying to do too much, it’s not your fault that you're tired and honestly Bonnie didn’t need you to write those invites.” Jeremy said as you looked at him, he gently took your hands and smiled “you did a lot today, despite everything, you keep pushing yourself through and burying yourself in work, you’ve done it since we were kids, I think you're in need of some time for yourself.” “Don’t have time.” You answered childishly. “We can make time, the rest of the week we’ll get everything done, we’ll go to Elena’s party and then I’ll make sure that you are unbothered while you take some time for yourself.” He explained “they can get on without you for a couple of days.” “Us… Without us.” You corrected it. “Alright, us. They can get on without us.” He promised. While Jeremy hadn’t actually told you how he felt about you, he hoped that he could help you feel a little better, maybe a confession can come later, when you were both ready for a relationship.

Requests and general question!

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[darknqlmes]

Baby Gilbert

!!!NOT MY GIF!!!

Summary: When Y/N Gilbert has a nightmare, they try going into Elena's room, only to see her boyfriend, Stefan Salvatore.

Paring: Stefan Salvatore/Gilbert!Reader Elena Gilbert/Sister!Reader

Warnings: None! Just Pure fluff!

Y/N shot up from their bed, breathing heavily and with tears in their eyes, sweat dripping from their body, and on to the bed. Getting up, Y/N walked out of their room and went to Jeremy's room. Only to open the door and see him asleep, not wanting to wake their older brother up, they quietly closed the door and left to see if their older sister, Elena, was awake.

While they were walking to Elena's room, Y/N saw that Elena had her lights on, and so Y/N knew that she was awake. Y/N opened the door and looked in the room, only to see their older sister's boyfriend, Stefan Salvatore. Stefan was reading a book when he heard the door open. He turned his head and saw the four-year-old standing at the door.

Stefan became concerned. Why? They had tears in their eyes. "Hey, Y/N, what's wrong?" Y/N looked up to Stefan, "I-I had a nightmare. Where's Elena?" Stefan pointed to Elena's bathroom, indicating that she was in there. "In the bathroom, getting ready for bed. But for now, you can come in." Y/N walked in the room and went straight for Stefan. Holding on tight because they were scared and wanted to be comforted.

Stefan's heart broke from hearing their little whimpers and sobs. So what he did was calm them down. Shushing them and holding them in his arms. When their sobs stopped, he looked down at them and smiled at what he was seeing. They were dead asleep in his arms, suckling their thumb and making little noises.

When Elena came out of the bathroom, she stopped to admire the view she was seeing in 'awe'. Upon seeing her boyfriend cradle her sister/brother, what she thought was the cutest was that they were willingly in Stefan's arms. Walking up to Stefan, she was planning on bringing Y/N back to their room.

"Okay, how about this? You get in bed, and I'll get Y/N back to bed." She had her arms out about to grab them when Stefan made a growl noise, indicating he didn't want her to leave. Elena had to contain her laughter because she thought that this was both funny and cute. Sighing, she agreed to let Y/N sleep with them tonight, so getting into bed with Stefan while trying to wake Y/N up was kind of hard.

When the three of them were lying down, Elena looked to her boyfriend and said, "You do know that if Damon hears about this at all, he won't ever let it go." Stefan, still holding Y/N while looking at Elena, chuckled and nodded his head. "Yeah, I know. We just won't tell anyone." Elena looked at Stefan with love in her eyes and whispered, "Goodnight."

They both then dozed off, with the four-year old in the middle of the bed.

Hey guys, thanks for reading this little story that I came up with. I hope you enjoyed it, and I'll see y'all later. <3

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[crazyk-imagine]

Finding their Mate

A/N: I had fun with the Twilight version of this and was in a tvd mood. Half of these I have no idea where these were going but we're here now so...

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Damon

Didn't think that mates existed but then again, here you are, surprising him in more ways than one and he's seen a lot of things. You tried talking to him about it at first after learning about your connection, but that didn't work. What else was he supposed to do other than run away and pretend like he was never informed of your connection, stay? No, no, no because, that is not the Damon way... at least, not until you threaten to use all his bourbon as a flame retardant to burn down their house. He slowly becomes a little more lenient in building a stronger bond. When you two get closer and become a couple, he never looks back because, you are his everything which means he will do whatever he can or needs to do in order to protect you because too much happens in this damned town

Stefan

He knew deep down that even though he loved Elena, it wasn't always going to last with the way it was between her and his brother. Even with their destiny tied them together; they never lasted. And to think his life was dramatic and chaotic then but now, you come into his life, almost as if out of nowhere was even crazier. Finding out that his epic love actually came from a place of fate, someone who could complete him and make him feel whole...was interesting, to say the least. He didn't know what to expect but he knew right away there was something special about you and always wanted to know more about you (before the whole mates' thing came about). After getting together, he realized he's more honored to be your mate and knows it's better than anything he's had before

Elena

She hoped that she'd find the one person she knew she was meant to be with because of watching how her parents were when she and Jeremy were growing up. They were her role models and wanted what they had. Finding out that she is actually meant to be with someone who wasn't Stefan was, shocking, really but it was also a good thing because this meant she could have a romantic life with you. She's always felt something for you which confused her more than anything but then Damon informed her about the whole mates' thing and concerned everyone when they had just found out about the sire bond. The only reason the older Salvatore told her was when he caught her staring at you for the millionth time, forcing her to understand more about you

Bonnie

She barely started understanding the supernatural world and finding out that mates existed was crazy as hell. Honestly, it was the last thing she needed to hear. But then you started putting in an effort, putting her first (compared to what her friends do), she realized that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have a mate. She was careful, guarded almost, at the beginning but your patience won in the end, and she knew you're the one for her. Everyone else (especially Caroline) was so happy that their friend found someone as awesome as you were; not to mention the fact that the blonde vampire is planning your guy's wedding already and is most definitely, going to fight whoever plans on being Bonnie's bridesmaid

Caroline

She never knew mates existed, always thought it was a fictional thing even with the whole supernatural world going on around her because no one really talked about it. She was the kind of girl who talked about having an epic love, but never realized she was talking about mates. Meeting you and then Bonnie telling her about the real reason behind your connection (and calming her mind, shutting down the thoughts of her being sired to you), she was excited. She finally had someone to spoil and someone who could take care of her. She offered to take you out, wanting to explain... everything since you know nothing and are being dragged into her hectic life. She will do everything she can to protect you

Tyler

The only reason he had an ounce of knowledge about mates was because of his wolf, had he not turned, he probably would have never found out and would have been whoring himself out to anyone he could (even more). But then you stepped foot into town, and it drove his wolf absolutely insane, to the point where he was starting fights with anyone. His wolf tried telling him, but it was hard for the boy to understand when he barely understood the supernatural world as it is. Then you found your way into his life and changed him, in more ways than one. He was lucky he didn't need to explain to much about the supernatural to you, but he still wasn't happy to know you were aware of, well, everything. It scared him, he doesn't want to lose you

Jeremy

When he became a vampire hunter, he didn't think he was going to be more than that and then when he died and came back, he wasn't all that pressed to talk to people and make friends. Then, you came, and things changed. He was working a shift at the grill when you walked in, and he was thought you were just- wow. Luckily you were seated in his section, giving him more opportunities to talk and try learning more about you. You caught the hints he was throwing and decided to throw him a bone, his number was immediately put in after picking up the bill. And, dammit if he hadn't texted you after his shift. He put in a genuine effort and found out you two were mates (who would have thought), certainly not you two

Alaric

He's been around for a while, knew a few things to help him get by and read a little bit about these things when he got into the supernatural world. So, he wasn't too alarmed when he found out he was mated to you but imagine his surprise when he finds out you also know about the supernatural and... actually know how to defend yourself, if needed. That man is floored, he thought he was going to need to show you a thing or two. What else would you expect from the guy who taught and helped all the kids learn about these things. (Don't even get him started on the time when Klaus had his body and knew before he did. He will go bonkers). He's not the happiest about others knowing about your bond but no one can keep their mouths shut anymore

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[zaceouiswriting]

The hunter and its prey

Character: Jeremy Gilbert x male reader

Universe: Vampire Dairies

Warnings: None

After everything you and your family went through, you would’ve never thought, that you could have a seemingly normal life.

Now playing video games at a friends house? After all of that, you would’ve never thought this could happen again.

Not after you accidentally, killed a group of guys that bullied you all your life. Before any investigation could take place, your parents got you out of the situation and moved away.

It was this day, on your sixteens birthday, that you learned that you actually not even a human. And your parents weren’t your parents.

A long time ago, sixteen years to be exactly, a couple ran up to your parents, feeling that they were special, asking them to take care of you. Except a verbal explanation, they left a book with you, that neither of them were able to read.

But you were from the moment you could read on. They never wanted to tell you this. Always had thought that they were just junkies or something like this.

Now after you powers awoken in you, they needed to tell you.

For weeks in this new town, you barricaded yourself in your house. Reading the book your biological parents gave you over and over. Not finding anything of substance.

This was until something strange had happened. It was normal for you to speak in your sleep. Something you always did, when you got stressed out.

Only for this night to become special. This time not even your parents needed to tell you, that you sleep talked, because of the bright white light shining in your room.

A person, a young man just like you stood in front of you. Maybe a couple of years older, but you could’ve been made for all you knew, after seeing him. You two were not similar, but identical.

„My name is Vertak Ulmek Tarnak, im the wisdom of your kin, born from the first of your dynasty, in his image. You called for me in the same language I speak now to you, the one no one else on this world knows. Now im here after you became a awoken. To answer and serve.“ He bowed in front of you, like a servant would do for his master.

It felt strange but somewhat known to you, even if it never happened before.

Of course you had a million questions. And he answered every single one of them, except for what happened with your biological family, because he did not know either. Only that a species called the `Ulwak´, started a war with your kind, which your people obvious were losing.

You also got to know, that after plan C5 in the preventing law, you weren’t the only one, brought to another world, to outlive this tragedy, to at one point come back and conquer your world back.

It gave you enough willpower to get out of your shell and learn to fight. For months you searched for people, who could taught you fighting, only to exceed them in a short amount of time.

At some point in your quest to find yourself and others that were just as you, you actually found a friend.

Which whom you did almost everyday something, doing sports or play video games like you two did at this day.

„Ohhho, and you will go down again!“, you screamed in triumph, after kicking Jeremys ass again in Street Fighter.

You could sense that he was annoyed at your antics, but could also not hide a low smile.

Some days were just this. You two sitting in his home, drinking soda and playing video games the whole day. That you two became friends was more an accident than anything else. Actually, you were kinda an ass to him after meeting him, putting him down, to try to ease his pain with drugs, which not only could destroy his body and mind, but also affect his reflexes.

Especially in public this could be fatal. Like that day, where he completely stoned out of his mind, almost ran in front of a car. You still to this day, when you think about this day, could feel the harsh sog of air, of the car, after you grabbed him, pulled him in and turned you two around, so you were in front of the car and not him.

Not only became you two fast friends after a couple of weeks after the incident, where Jeremy came to you to apologize. But you also became his hype person, his rock so he did not need the drugs anymore.

Whenever you could feel, that he was shortly before getting something again, you made it your mission to stop it at any costs. You even revealed your powers to him.

He was astounded at this, not believing what you could do. Since then, he often just does mostly harmless things to see and feel your powers again.

„I will get you in the next round,“ Jeremy told you trough gritted teeth.

You just smiled at him, „Of course you do little Jeremy, of course your do.“

Anger visible turned up on his face, after you mentioning, that he was smaller than you. Just by a inch or so, but this was enough for you.

The next round was harder, he really tried. It was close, but you still seem to win. This was until, Jeremy grabbed your controller. 

For a moment, you could not process what was happening. When you finally got there, you just had lost.

Jeremy jumped up from his sitting position, „Finally! Im the best, you loser!“, he exclaimed loudly, but you did not reacted at all.

„You cheated.“

„No, I just took advantage of you being easy to bring out of concept.“ He still victoriously stated the fact.

Inside of you began something to boil up. Not really anger, but more annoyance. Before you knew it, you were hovering over Jeremy, your left leg between his, opening him up slightly. His arms pinned down by your hands.

His dark brown eyes mesmerized you, by just looking into them. Even after all this happening so fast, Jeremy still seemed to be in full possession of his own mind. His tongue slowly, seductively tracing his lips, until you couldn’t take it anymore.

Letting go of one of his arms, tracing his face, with your finger, as well as his lips, before holding his head into place. Your lips closing onto him, slowly.

Which Jeremy seemed to have taken as an challenge, Because he swiftly turned you two around, so that you were in the same position he just was in, with just one exception. He was kissing you instantly.

Both your lips, working like a perfect oiled machine. Up until this point, you did not even knew, that you liked him, but now everything made sense. All these strange feelings you had, were jealousy. But now you would keep him, with all your might you had.

If you only had known, that someone was watching the entire interaction between you two.

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[voidpetrova]

when the sun hits — jeremy gilbert x reader

✧˖° as the sun hits, she'll be waiting ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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content warnings and genre: swearing, smoking weed, consumption of alcohol, sex under the influence, degradation

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synopsis: as the sun hits, you'll be waiting—for him and nobody else. the lines between hate and lust blur, but neither of you seem to care

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while the golden hour descended upon the tranquil woods, casting a warm, ethereal glow upon the world, jeremy gilbert and you found yourselves enveloped in a euphoria unlike any other. the rustling leaves whispered secrets to the wind, the symphony of birds orchestrated the perfect serenade, and the world seemed to slow down to a languid crawl. you stood at your familiar spot, a secluded clearing deep within the heart of the forest, where the rays of the setting sun filtered through the swaying branches, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow. a sense of enchantment hung in the air, and the anticipation of what was to come tingled like electric currents beneath your skin.

jeremy, his piercing gaze never wavering from your illuminated features, slowly brought a slender joint to his lips, the rolling paper delicately kissed by the crimson sun. with practiced ease, he ignited the end, and the sweet scent of marijuana filled the air as he inhaled deeply. his chest expanded as he held the smoke, and his exhale became a billowing cloud of fragrant vapor that seemed to shimmer in the fading light.

“life's a trip,” he murmured, passing the joint to you, making sure his touch lingered a little longer than necessary, his voice a hushed confession that blended seamlessly with the soft rustling leaves. he watched as you took the joint, your fingers brushing against his with a subtle, charged connection.

as you brought the joint to your lips, your eyes locked in a shared moment of anticipation. the first inhale was a slow, sensuous pull that seemed to draw the very essence of the forest into your lungs. the flavors of earth, wood, and herb combined to create an intoxicating elixir that sent tendrils of pleasure coursing through your veins.

“feels like we were born backwards,” you whispered, your words carrying the weight of truth as you exhaled, joining the chorus of wispy smoke. your laughter bubbled up, a carefree, uninhibited sound that mingled with the symphony of nature. jeremy reached for the worn, weathered case of beer beside his feet, the promise of ice-cold bliss contained within. with a satisfying hiss, he cracked one open and handed you the can. the amber liquid glistened invitingly in the waning light.

you clinked their cans together, the sound a toast to your private nirvana. the first sip was like a cascade of liquid sunlight, warming their insides as the world around them seemed to blur and melt away. time, morality, and responsibility were mere abstractions that held no sway in this sacred space they had carved out for themselves. jeremy's eyes never left your face, and in the hazy twilight, your connection deepened, transcending words. it was in this intoxicating blend of nature, intoxicants, and desire that you found solace, a refuge from the harsh realities of the world. and as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across your secret sanctuary, you knew that it was there, in each other's arms, that you could truly be yourselves.

“i'm a mess,” the words left your mouth before you could stop yourself. you were a mess. your lips were swollen, gloss smeared from the rough surface of the joint. you were a mess. your hair was messy, an open invitation to the howling wind. you were off the rails. your skirt was too short for the incoming frostbites that would soon await you. the bags under your eyes were evident—from the lack of sleep and excess pills thst strived to keep you awake. you were a mess, but art was supposed to be messy. jeremy knew that—he loved the mess you had made of yourself, and you owed it all to him. it explained the glint in his hooded eyes and the subtle smirk that painted his face.

“you're not a mess,” he replied, his voice a sultry reassurance as he accepted the joint back from you. “you're a masterpiece, (y/n). every imperfection, every disheveled strand of hair, it's all part of the allure.”

as he took a drag, his gaze never wavered from you. the flickering embers at the end of the joint mirrored the fire that burned in his eyes. with each passing moment, the tension between you grew, a palpable electricity in the air that seemed to crackle and hum.

you leaned closer, your voices now conspiratorial whispers, the world fading to a distant murmur. “jeremy,” you began, your words laden with desire and a touch of uncertainty, “do you ever wonder if we've crossed a line we can't return from?”

he exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his breath mingling with yours. “every time i find you waiting for me, when the sun hits, i wonder the same thing,” he admitted, his fingers grazing your cheek. “but maybe that's what makes this so intoxicating. the thrill of the unknown.”

the joint dwindled to a stub, forgotten in the grass as your fingers sought solace in each other's warmth. the forest, bathed in twilight's embrace, seemed to hold its breath, echoing the anticipation that had enveloped you both. in that stolen moment, with the sun's last rays kissing the horizon, you were no longer just two souls lost in the woods. you were a masterpiece of desire and vulnerability, a living work of art that defied the boundaries of time and morality. as the sun dipped below the edge of the world, you knew that surrendering to your desires was inevitable, a journey into the unknown that neither of you could resist.

your lips met in a fervent collision of desire, a tempestuous dance born from intoxication and the darkest corners of their souls. jeremy's hands found the unruly tangle of your hair, gripping it firmly as he pulled you closer, his fingers tangling in the messy strands. his touch was rough, demanding, a stark contrast to the gentle caress of the setting sun. as your mouths melded together, the taste of chronic lingered on your tongues, a bittersweet reminder of the substances that fueled this forbidden encounter. his lips were like a brand, searing into your skin with each fevered kiss. there was no tenderness in his embrace, only raw, unbridled lust.

he broke the kiss for a moment, his breath hot and heavy against your ear. “you like it rough, don't you?” he murmured, his voice dripping with mockery. “you are a mess, always craving something you shouldn't.”

you responded with a breathless gasp, your hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “and you,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desire, “you're no better. you need it just as bad.”

amidst the fervor of your lust, a poignant truth hung in the air like a shadowy specter. your connection was not born of love or affection, but rather of addiction. addiction to one other, to the thrill of transgression, and to the potent concoction of substances that fueled your encounters. with each rough kiss and passionate embrace, it was as though you were trying to fill a void that could never truly be satisfied. you were addicts, lost in the labyrinth of your own desires, victims of your own vices.

jeremy's hands, once gripping your hair with possessive hunger, now trembled with a restless energy. his eyes, which had burned with a fierce intensity, were now clouded by a sense of desperation. he kissed you as if he were trying to drown his own demons in the depths of your desire.

and you, with your nails still dug into his skin, felt a pang of emptiness deep within. in the moments between your fevered kisses, you could almost taste the bitterness of your shared addiction, a bitter cocktail of self-loathing and yearning.

you were addicts, consumed by your desires, prisoners of your own making. and as you clung to each other in the fading light, it was impossible not to feel a profound sense of sympathy and pity for the tangled mess you had become. in the depths of your addiction, you were both lost souls, searching for solace in a love that had never truly existed, and in the dangerous dance of self-destruction, you had unwittingly become each other's enablers.

hia lips crashed back into yours, his tongue probing and dominating, a relentless force that left you breathless. there was no love between you, only a shared hunger for this dark, twisted connection. each kiss was a contradiction, a fusion of desire and degradation that left you both gasping for more. in that moment of intoxication, the world outside their forest hideaway ceased to exist. there were no judgments, no consequences, only the searing heat of your passion and the knowledge that you were bound by this insatiable craving.

“everything,” he practically slurred. you would have known it either way, the taste of the beer from his mouth coating every inch of your mouth. “take everything off, now.”

it was tricky business, doing something like that in the middle of the woods. you had both dismissed the potential lurkers in the shadows, hiding behind bustling bushes and branches. even if they were present, it was as if they weren't. that was precisely why you had done as told, hands shakily stripping off your clothes—one by one. for a second, your head had begun spinning, your vision growing more and more blurry by the second. it was as if somebody had set your nervous system on fire, but jeremy's situation was no better. he could've sworn he had felt his eyes roll into the back of his head, a metallic taste clouding his tongue as cold shivers went down his spine.

nonetheless, you didn't stop. you never stopped kissing nor touching, not even while ridding yourselves of your clothes. jeremy whined, left breathless as he pressed his forehead to yours, pausing to admire you in the upcoming moonlight. he was sweating, but he felt cold. he felt cold without his clothes, he felt cold even as you touched him. “you're nothing without me,” you murmured, slurring your words as your hot breath grazed his neck. he remained cold, even his touch becoming more cold amd harsh by the second.

when he fucked you, he fucked you like it meant something to him. he fucked you from behind, wanting nothing more than to beat into your ass and pull your hair without having to watch your face. he didn't wanna watch your face, he didn't wanna be that intimate with you. he could slap your ass and leave bruises like he did every time, and slam his pelvis into your hips until he'd hear you cry. he enjoyed hearing you cry as much as you enjoyed him making you cry. you enjoyed the bliss in ignorance—forgetting how much the bruising would hurt later, how much you'd bleed and how much harder the withdrawal would hit. it didn't matter, not in that moment. nothing did.

“take it all, all of it,” he urged, his voice stern as he pounded into you. he was merciless—your face pressed up against the bark of a tree as he only thrusted harder and faster, shoving you farther and farther into the wood. “it's all you're fucking good for.” you couldn't help but moan, the lines between lust and pain blurring as you felt yourself pushing back into his touch, his dick slamming into your sweet spot in a way that took away the sweet part.

“you're just a fix, and nothing more.” the words passed your lips absentmindedly, you hadn't even realized what was coming out of your mouth. however, there was a reason they called drunk words sober thoughts.

you wouldn't see each other until the following morning. soon, it would all be over, and you would return to being miserable the way you were both used to. that didn't matter, at least, not now. nothing ever mattered when the sun hit.

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[fandoms--fluff]

Damon after being put in charge of Caroline and Elena's little siblings because they're in college:

Stefan: Where's Y/n and Jeremy?

Damon: They went out

Stefan: They're grounded!

Damon: ...Are they not allowed out when they're grounded?

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[calummss]

୨ৎ . . . 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ࿐

klaus mikaelson

1920s love • 20 reasons to love you

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infect me with your lovin’, fill me with your poison

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sweet ultraviolence

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orange, white and dark rose

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