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/ anything on stefan? some cute stuff, or angst maybe?

@ripperdiaries    ( … )      what ?   no.   I’m   not   / avoiding /   you.     [       caroline   scoffed   defensively,   shaking   her   head   as   she   carried   the   brown   storage   boxes   from   her   car   into   the   house.   though   even   she   had   to   admit   that   she   wasn’t   being   very   convincing,   given   her   lack   of   eye   contact   and   the   slight   change   in   pitch   of   her   voice.   his   sudden   appearance   had   caught   her   off   guard.     ]       if   I   were   avoiding   you,   I’d   be   doing   a   much   better   job.   like,   fake-my-own-death   level   commitment.   I’ve   just   been…   / super /   busy.  

@ripperdiaries   ( … )    …   I   don’t   know..   that’s   not   how   I   remember   it.     [       she   murmured   as   she   slid   down   the   tree,   sitting   beside   him.   she   tilted   her   head   back,   looking   up   at   the   sky.      ]     I   had   no   idea   what   was   happening   to   me   after   I   turned.   and   I   killed   someone,   at   the   carnival…   the   only   reason   I   got   through   it   was   because   of   you.   / you /,   stefan.   you   helped   me   with   control.     [       caroline   glanced   over   at   him,   the   corners   of   her   lips   twitching   up   faintly.   she   then   laughed,   nudging   his   shoulder   playfully   with   her   own.      ]     oh   / please /.   I’ll   make   it   my   mission   to   embarrass   you.    [      she   teased,    before   groaning   as   she   hauled   herself   to   her   feet   again.      ]       .. now   come   on.   I   want   to   get   back   before   the   next   episode   of   gilmore   girls   starts. 

i’m serious! everyone i knew broke under pressure, days after becoming a vampire. damon, elena… even lexi, i think. but you sorta rose above it. [ he doesn’t let it go, in fact, he lets a short silence linger. she needed to hear it and believe it. thinking about her words, a smile takes over his somber expression, eyes rolling at the memory. ] how is it my fault that matt donovan is slow?! [ he playfully exclaims, wiping his head across his face. leaning back against the tree, he pauses. ] really? okay i might have to take you up on it— and if i don’t hear any personal cheers with my name worked in i’m gonna be very, very heartbroken. 

@ripperdiaries    ( … )     ha   ha.       [        she   rolled   her   eyes,   shaking   her   head,   not   believing   he   was   being   serious   in   the   slightest.   caroline   rested   her   forehead   against   the   bark   of   the   tree,   briefly   closing   her   eyes,   before   glancing   down   at   him   when   he   sat   down.   her   lips   parted   into   an   ‘ o ‘   shape   at   his   words,   her   current   achingness   dulling   at   the   distraction.      ]      are   you   kidding ?    one   hundred   percent,   yes.   you   loved   it   when   you   first   came   into   town…   just   promise   me   you   won’t   accidentally   compel   the   coach   or   / always /   ‘ happen ‘   to   outrun   the   quarterback.   we’re   trying   to   keep   a   low   profile,   remember ?      [      she   teased,   before   adding.     ]    and   if   you   do   make   the   team,   I’m   totally   coming   to   every   game.   with   pom-poms.   and   glitter.     
            

@ripperdiaries    ( … )     [      caroline   had   barely   drank   from   her   own   glass.   she   had   brought   it   more   so   as   an   excuse   to   have   a   conversation   with   him.   she   didn’t   react   at   his   mention   of   her   actions   when   she   flipped   her   humanity   off,   but   she   felt   the   crushing   guilt.   she   had   needed   her   grief   to   stop.   she   knew   she   had   complete   control   of   her   vampire   side,   the   blood   cravings.   she   hadn’t   planned   to   get   in   anyone’s   way.   but   they   all   pushed   her   buttons   too   far.       ]     you   / know /   that   was   different.     [       her   lips   parted   slightly   at   the   sight   of   the   blade   and   the   bartender’s   wrist.   her   eyes   widened,   a   hushed   whisper   through   clenched   teeth   escaping   her   as   she   leaned   forward   sharply.   ]      / stefan /.     [     compelling   someone   like   this   was   one   thing,   but   doing   it   in   a   public   place,   where   anyone   could   see ?   her   hand   shot   out,   curling   around   his   wrist,   disbelief   evident   on   her   features.      ]     yeah ?   well   there’s   a   difference   between   you   and   me.   I   said   I   would   turn   my   switch   back   on,   and   I   meant   it.   but   you   haven’t   given   us   any   indication   that’s   what   you   intend   to   do.   tell   me.   tell   me   you’ll   turn   it   back   on.   that   you   won’t   kill   anyone. 

[ unamused, stefan hums, eyes rolling as he takes another swig of his drink finishing it quickly. he sighs, contentedly before meeting her gaze; pointing at her in thought. ] and the last time i tried to have this conversation with you— you kidnapped my niece and stabbed me in the back to get me to stop. [ stefan gestures for the bartender to come back, wordlessly, and pulls his knife out of his pocket. taking the man’s wrist, he unwraps the bandage around it and slashes it just enough to break skin, positioning his wrist right above the glass. the man, compelled, doesn’t react; partly because he’d done this multiple times today, before caroline came. stefan sets down his wrist, winking over at the man who continued cleaning as if nothing happened. ] don’t worry care, i’m not gonna enact my / revenge / or anything— no hard feelings… [ a teasing lilt in his voice as he spoke— he hadn’t brought up her actions during that time. he’d said he wasn’t going to ever again— but he wanted this to stop. he drank from the glass, savoring the taste. ] i should’ve left you alone and you should too, unless you want a trail of bodies worth of blood on your hands. you know how i get. 

@ripperdiaries    ( … )      [        he   wasn’t   himself.   she   could   see   that,   in   the   hollowness   of   his   eyes   and   the   forced   stretch   of   his   smile.   damon    and   elena   were   concerned   that   he’d   go   off   the   deep   end   —   that   the   ripper   would   take   over.   honestly ?   she   was   too.   he’d   hate   himself   if   he   went   on   another   rampage.       ]         you   don’t   feel   happy.   you   feel   empty.        [        she   corrected,   gripping   the   neck   of   her   glass.   caroline   wasn’t   sure   which   version   of   stefan   she   would   be   talking   to,   or   how   he’d   react.   but   she   was   prepared.        ]       I   get   why   you   did   it,   stefan.   you’re   allowed   to   escape.   it’s   what   I   needed   too,   after   my   mom.   but   I   miss   / you /.   the   real   you.   broodiness   and   all.   

@ripperdiaries    ( … )     obviously.   I   don’t   make   thorough   spreadsheets   for   nothing.     [      the   corners   of   her   mouth   lifted   in   that   ever   so   caroline   forbes   way,   as   she   hugged   her   folder   to   her   chest.   though   honestly,   she   was   surprised   to   see   him   here   of   all   places.   event   planning   like   this   was   her   thing.   not   so   much   his.    her   head   tilted   for   a   moment,   some   of   her   blonde   hair   falling   in   front   of   her   face.       ]       things   will   fall   apart   without   me   here,   you   know   that   right ?       [       a   part   of   her   was   teasing   but   the   other   part   was   very   serious.   her   finger   tapped   on   the   binding.         ]         okay…   what   did   you   have   in   mind ? 

it’s the least i can do. honestly, i wouldn’t have even been able to do any of it had you not made that VERY thorough itinerary. [ stefan smiles. though honestly he would do anything to distract from rebekah, elena, and the effects of his hunger still lingering. he sucks in a breath, exhaling with a chuckle before meeting her eyes again. ] all that needs to be done on that end is calling and making sure everything’s still in order and checking emails. the boring stuff— [ a shrug shortly follows, ] so why don’t we… i dunno, take a beat? for a minute? 

@ripperdiaries   ( … )     [       caroline   glanced   down   at   her   folder,   which   had   been   ( obviously )   ordered   alphabetically   and   by   colour,   of   all   the   different   things   that   she   still   had   to   plan.   she   whirled   around   to   face   him   at   his   words,   her   mouth   falling   open   slightly,   before   closing.       ]      you…   you’ve   organised   the   event   workers ?   already ?     [      there   was   a   pause,   before   exhaling.      ]       god,   I   love   you.   at   least   / someone /   around   here   has   their   head   on   straight.   can   you   believe   that   cheryl   ordered   the   wrong   coloured   tablecloths   ?   I   had   to   literally   sort   out   everything   myself—       [       she   cut   herself   off,   before   sighing.      ]      thank   you. 

@brewerys    ( … )    [     caroline   tilted   her   head,   one   perfectly   arched   brow   rising   as   she   gave   alev   a   playful   but   critical   once-over.     ]       okay,   first   of   all,   orange   / can /   be   cute — / if /   it's   the   right   shade   and   / not /   that   weird  ‘walking-traffic-cone’   mess.   but   fine,   no   to   orange.   red   could   definitely   work…    [      she   hummed   to   herself,   rummaging   through   the   different   outfits   displayed   on   the   railing,   before   gasping   dramatically   at   something   she   found.    ]     this   will   make   your   eyes   pop,   don’t   you   think ?   you’re   lucky   you’re   hot   enough   to   pull   off   a   bold   colour   like   red,   anyway.

@humansdesires    ( … )    huh  ?     [       caroline’s   head   snapped   up   almost   enough   to   give   herself   whiplash,   freezing   for   half   a   second,   before   forcing   out   a   laugh.     ]      you   think   I’m   into   klaus ?   that’s...   that’s   hilarious.   no.   no.   nope.   absolutely   not.   I   mean,   yeah,   he   has   the   whole   mysterious,   immortal,   tortured-artist   thing   going   on,   but   come   on.   I   have   a   / little /   self-respect.   I   mean,   I   don’t   go   for   homicidal   hybrid   lunatics   who’ve   tried   to   kill   most   of   my   friends.   [      she   defended,   with   as   best   of   a   poker   face   she   could   muster.    ]     whatever   you   / think /   this   is,   it’s   not.   there’s   nothing   going   on.