"You can get real close, talking, you're talking now
Underneath our clothes, pretend that we know it all
Shut off the lights, just to hide in the dark
(Hide in the) dark, (hide in the) dark
Think that I know you the farther you are
(Farther you are, farther you are)
Like, A-B-C-D, that could work so perfectly
If perfect was the kinda thing that worked for me
But I wanna feel nervous, just a little bit off the edge
(Wanna feel, wanna feel, wanna feel)
Even if I know that I will end up in a mess like
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, it won't be perfect
But I know oh, oh, oh, oh, it could be worth it
And for all of the nights I left tears running down my face, messing up my mascara
It's not perfect aye, aye, aye, but maybe that's what we need
(That's what we need)
See right through the fiction, and all of this fakery
(All of this fakery)
Just give me some friction, let me see what nobody sees
(Nobody sees)
You don't think that I can handle the truth?
(Handle the truth, handle the truth)
Baby I'm over just playing it cool, oh"
In which the Mikaelson sister who died centuries ago, is reborn into the modern world as Elena Gilbert's sister.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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