#petrovanity

 love     and     hate     .  .  .     such     a     fine     line.     the     sound     of     her     voice     echoes     around,     forest     green     eyes     avoiding     hers,     jaw     tightly     clenched     together,     body     tensed     -     quite     like     everything     else.     ‘’     is     that     supposed     to     hurt     me?     ‘’     words     escapes     fleshed     lips,     avoiding     eye     contact     at     all.     HE     REMEMBERS     -     looking     at     her     .  .  .          it     hurts.     the     angel     he     once     loved     -     now     the     devil     he     hates.     tongue     drifting     out     to     wet     his     lips,     eyes     full     of     disappointment     finding     hers,     locked     and     drowning.     ‘’     you     had     it     coming,     katherine.     ‘’

honestly, probably my first point of view ? it offers a lot of insight into what's going on inside whatever's going on in his head at the moment and it can be a little difficult to maintain sometimes, but it's fun ? i always do look forward to writing because of that!

there was no way she was serious. drunk out of her mind, likely, but genuinely considering the thought of the two of them as a couple? he scoffed at first, head shaking as he brought his third (possibly fourth) bottle of beer up to his lips in an effort to maintain the warm and fuzzy feeling coursing through his body. college was about experimentation and freedom. she was the one who taught him that, who insisted he got out of his shell and lived a bit while he was still young and unattached to a serious job or family. they were free. and in that freedom, she wondered what it’d be like to tie themselves down? he laughed again, partly because of the buzz and partly because it actually didn’t sound terrible. katherine may have preached about being spontaneous and fun, but stefan was always attracted to the idea of commitment. of finding forever with someone and just being able to breathe. living on the edge was fun, but the more he got to thinking about being a couple with her, the more he found himself wanting it. “probably. but i’d gotta do cheesy shit that you’d probably hate, like hold your hand and buy you flowers from time to time. you’d murder me in my sleep-- though not before sex. we’d have great sex, i’ll give you that.” he took another sip of his drink, still gently chuckling in amusement.

@petrovanity

𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙳𝚈   ,   𝙳𝙴𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙴𝙻𝚈   :     i’m the librarian.   i am the 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 one allowed to do the 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 around here.

send in 🤝 + a friendship and i’ll tell you who...accepting. ♔ @petrovanity

FOR THE PAST FIVE MINUTES, caroline had kept her eyes glued on the plastic stick set on the sink of her bathroom. she couldn’t move. her breathing was shallow and shaky. all she could do was stare at the two pink lines. it only when there’s a knock at the door that she snaps out of her reveries and blinks a few times, tears that she didn’t even notice that had gathered on her lashes roll down her cheeks. caroline quickly wipes them away with the back of her hand and takes a deep breath, straightening her shoulders before reaching for the handle to open the door. the first thing she sees when the door swings open is a familiar pair of brown eyes. she remains silent for a whole of five seconds before the first sob pushes past parted lips. then the tears start falling, falling, falling. ❝ it’s positive—— i-i’m pregnant. ❞