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@ripperdiaries      /      literally  love  and  miss  you  (+  them)  so  much!!! 

/ to THEE best rebekah there is <3 

@ripperdiaries          [   a  scoff  falls  from  between  her  crimson  lips,  and  her  brows  raise,  unconvinced.  she  wants  to  laugh  —  what  a  ridiculous  statement!  does  he  believe  those  words  himself?  he  couldn’t  be  more  wrong.   ]    seriously?    [   she  snorts,  undignified,  through  her  nose.   ]    you  cannot  truly  believe  that.  the  memories  part  —  cliché  as  that  is  —  i  can  partially  excuse,  but,  you  can’t  convince  me  you’re  the  same  person  now  as  you  were  a  decade  ago.    [  she  knows  that  stefan.  the  ripper  of  monterey.  she’d  recognize  him  in  a  heartbeat,  still.  after  all,  for  a  brief  moment  in  time,  he’d  been  the  love  of  her  life.   ]    you’re  not  him.  you  don’t  want  to  be,  either.    [   she  pauses.   ]    i’ve  accepted  that.

you are unbelievable! un— believable. [ his words catch in his throat, spitting them out like fire on his tongue. his eyes widen, hands tensing until his knuckles go white. one thing about stefan, was that even know, he couldn’t support her hatred for elena. he still cared about her— he always would care about her but he could never say that aloud; not to her. ] i’m here— i’m not with her, i’m here with you and that still isn’t enough! it’s like every time i say that i care about you your mind just, [ his fingers tap on his temples, ] / brews / up that i don’t actually want you and this is all some weird ego trip for me! i don’t… i don’t know what you want from me anymore— do you want me to grovel— beg on my hands and knees for you to just BELIEVE me? [ he sighs, jaw clenching at the mention of damon. sapphiric hues narrow, lips swishing to the side, anger to frustration to hurt. his eyes change, his face falls. ] jesus, rebekah. you… you win. you’ve hurt me just like i’ve hurt you. you WIN! d—does that make you happy? 

@ripperdiaries          it’s  always  about  HER!  it  hasn’t  not  been  about  her  since  the  second  nik  woke  me.  lord,  he  wouldn’t  even  have  if  it  hadn’t  been  for  her,  either!    [   jaw  working  with  a  painful  swallow,  she  twists  on  her  heel.  she  trains  her  eyes  on  the  wall  opposite  on  her,  memorizing  each  detail  of  the  decor.  an  ill - fated  attempt  at  holding  back  the  tears  building  in  the  corner  of  her  eyes.  she  refuses  to  cry  over  this,  over  elena  of  all  people.  she’ll  leave  with  her  dignity  in  tact,  if  anything.   ]    everyone  loves  elena  gilbert.  innocent,  perfect  elena  gilbert.  what  did  she  ever  do  to  deserve  that?  RIGHT,  she  sleeps  with  your  brother  behind  your  back!  i  should  do  that  again,  instead,  huh?  that  certainly  gets  your  attention  better  than  anything  else  does!    [   she  laughs,  manically,  while  shaking  her  head.   ]    at  least  he  wanted  me.  briefly.  you  two  are  so  alike  in  that  sense.
            
            /      rebekah  being  awful  and  picking  at  ones  insecurities  when  she’s  hurt  is  one  of  my  fave  ways  to  write  her  lolol  ((,;

did i say it was a bad thing? [ his hands shove themselves into the pocket of said jacket, his hand wipes at his chin in thought. at first, it annoyed him, until his memories started flooding through his mind, he’s tasted that perfume on his tongue, laced with blood as they kissed while feeding on couples in the back of speakeasies. he’d smelt it in his sheets of his apartment while she was away, and when he first saw her in that coffin; his mind started to fill in the blanks with that scent. pulling out her bracelet, he dangles it in front of her, a knowing smile lifting his lips. ] by the way, i found this in my pocket. you wouldn’t know how that got there— would you? 

@ripperdiaries          a  gentleman  offers  a  lady  his  coat  when  she’s  cold.    [   she  offers  in  response,  aloof,  even  though  the  corner  of  her  lip  quirks  up.   ]    you  weren’t  raised  by  a  pack  of  wolves,  now,  were  you?  so,  you  offered  me  your  coat.  it  so  happens  i’ve  worn  chanel  n.  5  since  its  launch  in  1921.  it  is  very  potent.    [   trailing  her  nail  up  and  down  the  side  of  her  neck,  she  smirks  coyly.   ]     eau  de  parfume  —    [  the  french  rolls  off  her  tongue  seamlesy,  fluently.   ]   tends  to  leave  its  mark.  i’m  sure  you  don’t  mind;  it’ll  come  out  with  a  few  more  wears.

@mystikais     /     for  u  always  <33

/ PLS OMG PLS 

as she grips onto him, the vampire holds her steady, hands gently clasping around her waist. this was a foreign sight to him, seeing her start to descend into weakness and irrationality. her cheeks—normally rosy and sharp—were clammy and grey, and her eyes—always holding a formidable stare—held uncertainty. he refuses to move at her second attempt to force him away, being able to hold his own against her this once. 
               
                     her words cause him to freeze, swallowing softly. good, though he doesn’t voice it aloud, he didn’t mind her hurting him; he’d no doubt deserved it. perhaps that’s why he catches her in his arms even as her balance wanes. 
            
                   he’s unsure if she would see the fondness in his eyes at the sight of her. no, it wasn’t seeing her weakened that brought it upon him; it was the fact that even now, she was still beautiful. kneeling down, he takes off his jacket, draping it over her body. “ fight through it—if anyone can, it’s you. ” he tries to maintain calmness in his voice, though he is sure it is still shaky.  

“stefan—“   her  knees  buckled  underneath  her,  body  shuddering  as  it  caved  to  the  building  ache  spreading  through  her  every  muscle  and  joint.   “/ please /.”

@ripperdiaries          a  pained  moan  passed  between  gritted  teeth,  molars  grinding  down  to  dust,  when  he  gently,  so  carefully  her  heart  constricted,  tilted  her  head  to  the  side.   she  grasped  onto  his  shoulders,  slowly  steadying  herself  against  his  upper  body.   the  wound  at  the  base  of  her  neck,  at  the  point  it  connected  with  her  shoulder,  festered  unseemly  to  a  bloody  near-black,  the  veins  around  darkening  to  a  similar  shade.   her  heart  pumped  the  toxin  through  her  bloodstream,  effecting  each  and  every  cell  in  its  path.   rapidly.   “i’ll  hurt  you,”   she  protested,  while  weakly  shoving  open-palmed  at  his  chest  with  her  left  hand.   “i  do  not  want  to  hurt  you.”   whether  the  venom,  or  her  deteriorating  state  adled  her  common  sense,  the  honest  confession  slipped  from  between  her  lips  before  she  was  able  to  snuff  it.   
            
                 the  world  spinned  on  its  axis,  shapes  and  colors  blurring  together.   swaying  forward,  she  shut  her  eyes  tightly.   “it  isn’t  safe,”   she  argued  further,   “you  know  that.   you  do  not  know  what  i’ll  see,  or  do.”   she  imagined  it  would  contain  multitudes;   niklaus  at  their  worst,  dagger  in  hand  ready  to  strike.   the  streets  of  new  orleans  on  fire  as  her  father  torched  it  to  the  ground,  marcel’s  name  on  her  lips.   her  mother  cradling  her  to  her  chest  as  she  cooed  over  her  reasonings  her  existence  was  a  threat  to  the  balance  of  nature,  alexander  —  one  of  her  first  loves  —  looming  over  her  outstretched  body  in  an  attempt  to  end  her  life  once  and  for  all.   and  that  was  just  from  the  top  of  her  head;   she  could  only  wonder  what  atrocities  and  threats  her  unconscious  mind  would  conjure.

the darkness and uncertainty that settled after apparent rejection dissipated into blinding light as she pulled him down. her strength alone was enough to make him groan softly— awakening a part of him that hadn’t been satisfied in ages. shame would keep this from being voiced aloud, but his body— the way he moved against her, said everything. he smiles against her lips, far from the toothy grin he’d often sported even as she’d forced him against the wall. 
               his back hits the same spot as it did before, but this time, that pain fell to the wayside, desire and desperation making him feel impervious to any harm. his hands roam her body, pulling her closer by her waist as if there was any space left between them at all. his beating heart nearly stopped as her tongue glided along his swollen lips, trembling at the sight of his blood gracing hers. his veins darkened, eyes feral and unrelenting. 
                at the mention of elena, his body goes stiff. everything he’d done before this was to avoid the trending topic of his breakup. he didn’t even rush to clean up the aftermath of his anger after finding out elena and damon had slept together less than a day after they said their goodbyes— after his pathetic attempt to see if she would reconsider. did he still love her? yes. but betrayal and memories tinged in doubt of her love for him made it hard to stay IN love with elena. there it was, the answer to her question. “ no, ” he swallows, shaking his head, despite his dwelling, he’d only been silent for a moment, but he knew he was confident. 
                his hand, which had gently cradled her face, gently stroked her cheek. his eyes soften, pooling with unabashed lust and truth. “ i don’t. ” 
            
            / i just realized an embarrassing typo cause i read your reply wrong im so sorry for resending this so late!

his  lips  are  soft  against  hers,  softer  than  she  believes  any  man’s  should  be.   she  sinks  her  teeth  in  the  lower  one,  enough  to  taste  blood.   in  one  smooth  movement,  his  back  hits  the  wall.   her  palm  splays  across  his  chest,  holding  him  firmly  in  place,  without  ever  disconnecting  their  lips.   ferociously,  she  digs  her  nails  into  his  sternum,  tearing  holes  in  the  fabric  of  his  shirt.   the  least  she  can  do  is  ruin  him  as  much  as  he  ruined  /  her  /.   still,  she  soothes  the  healing  wound  on  his  lip  with  her  tongue.   she  knows  she’d  go  feral  if  she  didn’t  taste  him  at  that  moment.
            
            pulling  back  just  slightly,   “do  you  love  her?”   she  asks,  a  tinge  of  desperation  seeping  into  her  tone.   /  elena  /.   she  never  thought  there  would  be  a  day  she’s  jealous  of  a  doppelgänger.   (  she  had  her  own  fun  with  katarina  behind  her  brothers’  backs  a  few  times.  )   now,  she’s  nearly  begging  him  to  prove  her  otherwise.   she  already  knows  the  answer.   perhaps,  she  is  the  masochistic  one  between  the  two  of  them.   needing  a  final  push  to  pull  away  again,  leave  him  and  their  past  behind  forever.

@ripperdiaries      don’t  do  it.   /  don’t  do  it  /.   her  fingertips  dig  into  the  skin  at  the  back  of  neck,  brushing  against  the  soft,  fine  hairs  at  his  nape.   they  curl  around  her  fingers,  and  she  considers  tugging  on  them,  just  one  last  time.   she  so  enjoyed  pulling  on  his  hair,  secluded  in  a  booth  in  gloria’s  speak-easy,  as  they  devoured  a  single,  unwilling  person  one  at  each  pulse  point.   he  made  such  pretty  noises,  for  such  a  feared  legend.   klaus  would  be  disgusted  at  the  sight.   not  simply  at  his  baby  sister  in  a  such  an  intimate  position,  but  at  stefan  allowing  himself  to  be  controlled.   by  her,  no  less.   she  liked  —  no,  likes  —  that.   she  never  liked  sharing  him  with  her  brother.   even  if  they  were  friends  at  the  time.   he  would  ruin  stefan.   wipe  clean  the  duality  and  leave  nothing  but  the  haughty  persona  of  the  ripper.   she  enjoys  the  ripper  —  she  first  fell  for  that  side  of  him,  after  all.   yet,  she  also  knows  of  the  list,  of  how  he  put  the  pieces  of  his  victims  back  together.   he  never  lacked  humanity;   he’d  loved  her,  shielded  her  against  the  wooden  bullets  flying  through  the  bar  despite  both  of  them  knowing  it  would  do  him  more  harm  than  her.
            
                 “you’re  infuriating,”   she  snarls,  teeth  exposed  in  a  vicious  half-grin.   then,  she  janks  his  head  down  to  hers,  connecting  their  lips  roughly.   she  can  allow  herself  one  vice,  right?   klaus  abandoned  her,  the  rest  of  her  family  is  daggered,  and  her  best  friend  does  not  know  she’s  awake.   she  isn’t  even  sure  eliana  knows  she’d  been  daggered  for  ninety  years,  in  the  first  place.

@adoreaus 
            /      for  u  i  will  return  actually

/ i’ll get on stefan right now omg