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dastardlydandelion · 3 years

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my thoughts on fear street 1666 now that i finished scrubbing all the toilets, got to go home and watch it

holy shit. that movie. wow.

it wasn’t as fun as the other two. didn’t employ the same campy tropes. didn’t present itself in a flourish of period typical style. while i enjoyed the first two films paying homage to classic horror tropes and making the most of the stylish side of their respective environments, i am v grateful and relieved that 1666 *wasn’t* as fun as the other two and actually presented the horror of puritan fanaticism and witch accusations more srsly. imo it portrayed that grave, twisting dread that the subject matter calls for. i appreciate that bc i think i would’ve been uncomfortable if they attempted to do smth more campy with the time period given what we already knew abt the circumstances of sarah’s death even before the film.

more of me blathering on and on abt fear street 1666 under the cut:

the twist actually worked on me this time. they actually got me on this one, u guys. i rly watched this franchise believing sarah fier was possessing ppl and wreaking her vengeance on the town, but this whole time it was the fuckin’ goodes. nick, i never liked u, i think ur more interesting than i did before before when u were a generic as generic gets asshole, so now ur somewhat more interesting but even bigger of an asshole than i gave u credit for. ur literally the worst asshole of assholes, ur a walking infected hemorrhoidal rectum of a human being.

don’t get me wrong, i always thought sarah was going to be portrayed sympathetically. i never doubted that. my theory was that sarah was going to be a sympathetic villain. i thought 1666 would’ve revealed why she cursed shadyside. i figured she would’ve cursed her townsfolk for turning their backs on her, maybe, or hurting/killing hannah, or using her for her witchcraft and then getting angry if it backfired on them, or smth like that. i thought we were going to watch a story abt sarah’s descent into darkness and while she’d defo be a tragic villain, she rly would be the person behind the possessions...but it wasn’t even her. she and hannah were just vulnerable to the town’s suspicion and persecution bc they were queer women who didn’t behave the way society wanted them to behave. and they were blamed for evil actually wrought by heterosexual men in power, and when sarah realized there was no way out of it, she took the blame upon herself so hannah was spared and she cursed only the goode family??

THAT IS SO MUCH BETTER. FUCK. THAT IS SUCH A BETTER STORY. kudos to this trilogy for being more intelligent than it ever had to be, when it could’ve just skated on the notoriety of the fear street series, the style, and billing notable cast members.

so yeh, i defo 100% appreciated the goode men from wealthy sunnyvale being revealed as the true villains. i actually got my wish of nick getting killed in the face. i love that sarah possessed deena to do it herself!!! and deena!! oh man, i love deena so much. she was wearing a homebrew vest to protect herself made of fear street novels + duct tape, u gotta love it. ig she wanted to prepare herself since sam stabbed her at the end of 1994. on that note, she’s v active in this film for someone who has a fresh abdominal stab wound and i mean, the situation defo calls for it, but i hope she remembered to properly dress it and take a couple ibuprofen or smth. shit, i’m gettin distracted again. okay!!

i loved errything that went down in the mall. i adore that josh and adult ziggy got more time to shine. i was so! so! happy at martin’s inclusion on the action. he deserved that after the way nick treated him in 1994. our occupations are also p similar so i defo relate to martin on that front. i loved it all the neon and blacklight stuff at the mall. that part was v stylish, that was p cool. spraying the killers with the blood so they kill each other!! yes! that was perfect!! it was incredibly practical and enjoyable for me, as a gore fan, to watch.

i liked the sticky note on the wall at the end from deena and josh’s dad, that he had a job interview. i wonder if this is bc the curse of shadyside has been lifted with the end of the goodes??

yk, i feel like now knowing what we know abt the actual evil, i gotta wonder how much re-watch value there is to be gleaned from this trilogy. for example, in 1978, nick liked ziggy and didn’t want her to die. he performed cpr on her even tho she’d been stabbed a fuck ton of times and tbvh, the chances of success of resuscitation depending on what exactly it is was ziggy succumbed to seem v slim. at first i attributed this to a suspension of disbelief bc this is fiction (and to be fair crazy do happen sometimes irl, ykw, sometimes reality can surprise u) BUT now i’m sittin here like...was the cpr successful bc nick’s deal with the devil gave him the power to do that?? did his bargaining of others’ souls and offering them up for possession grant him the ability to have some control in that situation somehow? at least more than a normal human being should?? idk. it’s a thought.

what else, what else?

i feel like outta the three, 1666 had the most tension overall. i was p gosh darn emo abt the relationships. deena and sam’s relationship i’ve cared abt since the beginning but the contrast of them getting the opportunity to have it and be together, in parallel to the way sarah and hannah’s ended just moves u. or, it moved me at least. sarah tells hannah they’ll go somewhere and kiss in broad daylight before kissing her in almost total darkness, and then the film ends on deena and sam kissing in the sun. i was also glad deena and josh’s sibling relationship got touched on a lil bit more. thought it was cute that she tried to cook for him and produced smth that just dead ass looks inedible. i also thought it was sweet that ziggy reunited with nurse lane. she can do that now, she can leave her house without fearing the return of the curse, and she deserves it. <3

i’m impressed with the trilogy overall. each movie easily could’ve been an r-rated goosebumps episode and imo all were certainly better than that. i feel like each film was better than the previous, but personally enjoyed each one. some things were p predictable but i think much of that is intentional. 1994 and 1978 were clearly paying homage to classic slashers and familiar horror tropes. i personally didn’t find the predictability off-putting bc i recognized what they were trying to do, and felt the quality in the other elements made up for it. i was genuinely shocked by the actual villain reveal, i personally didn’t predict that. again, i always thought sarah was going to be sympathetic and i never liked nick at all, but i didn’t suspect sarah was just. dead ass *not* going to be a villain or that he was going to be the big bad.

really dug the style of these films. loved that we got an interracial lesbian couple who made it thru the trilogy without either the predatory lesbian trope or the byg trope happening. i liked most of the characters we got to know and the only character who *rly* grated on my nerves was the villain who got stabbed in the eye.

gosh, i want more fear street movies!! if i had to pick one outta any of the slashers featured, i’d want to see ruby lane’s story. i would like to see this production team milking the most outta the environment in the 50s, the style of the 50s, music, and whatnot. i enjoyed nurse lane even tho she was super bad at murder, so it’d be cool to see her again and who she was before her daughter got possessed and killed 7 ppl. also, ruby sings when she kills??

that’s weird and creepy and neat. totally down for it.

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saharamae21 · 4 years

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All of My Wrongs - Chapter One

Pairing: Topper x OC and Rafe x OC

Summary: As her first day in the OBX comes to a close, she finds herself getting to know one of the two boys. She begins to analyze him and articulate certian feelings and she likes the dynamic they have going on. Yet, she’s still cautious. She doesn’t want to just dive into the first friendships she’s ever had.

Word Count: 2.7K

A/N: Sorry if these first chapters come off as boring. Its going to be a slow moving fic in order for me to really build connections with the characters. I really like it though and I hope you do too... Let me know what you think! I really want some feedback on this...

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I sat on the edge of Toppers bed and stared at the two boys in front of me. They put off extremely different auras. Topper was softer, less guarded than Rafe. However, he was much sadder in a way. He seemed troubled and anxious all the time. Rafe just seems frustrated with the world. He had tense muscles and rage in his veins. Both of them let their flaws surface. They didn’t know how vulnerable that made them. They didn’t know how their flaws could be used against them.

“So, Aurora,” Rafe said. “You never answered me. What’s your story?”

“What do you want to know?” I asked. Rafe took a seat next to me on the bed. He pretended to make a thinking face and if my eyes could roll any harder, they would’ve. He told me to tell them whatever I was willing to. That was so vague, where do I begin? Is this how normal people make friends? By asking vague questions and judging their answers.

“If you’re so interested in her, can you take her back to your house? My mom will kill me if she found out I snuck a girl in,” Topper said. “Especially if that girl isn’t Sarah.”

Topper basically shoved us out of his front door and I sighed. I knew my parents were going to kill me for not being at home in the morning, but Skip did lock me out… I listened to Rafe ask me if I was coming. I scoffed and ran through the rain to his car. I slipped in and shivered a bit. His car was messy and filled with fast food wrappers. My nose wrinkled at the smell of gym clothes in the backseat. He apologized upon seeing the look on my face and told me that he wasn’t expecting company tonight. He laughed and asked if I was hungry. I felt my nose wrinkle up a little bit and wondered if he was going to offer me a leftover, but instead we pulled into a McDonald’s. I hadn’t even noticed I was hungry until he mentioned something, but I also didn’t have any money.

“What do you want?” he asked. He glanced over at me and I told him I was fine. He continued to ask and told me it was on him. He didn’t seem like the handout type though and I couldn’t figure out if I wanted to be indebted to him or not. Finally, I gave in and told him I would take a mcnugget meal. “Was that so hard, buttercup?”

I rolled my eyes at his sarcastic tone and reached for the bag. He easily pulled it away before I could grab it though. This was a game to him. I could tell by the way his eyes stared at me. I felt my stomach rumble and crossed my arms over my chest. I didn’t like the fact that he thought he would toy with me. Usually, I wouldn’t be so irritated, but it was late. I was wet and tired, but more importantly, I was hungry. We pulled into his house and somehow it was even bigger than Topper’s. He snuck me up to his room, which was surprisingly neat compared to his car. I sat down at the desk and waited for him to give me my food, however, he only took out his and unwrapped it.

“Let’s play a game,” he said while taking a bite out of his burger. “You can have your food when you answer some questions for me, fair?”

“What do you want to know?” I asked again. This time he looked at me with intent. He asked me why I moved here and how we had money. It felt almost like a business inquiry more so than the beginning to a friendship. He was curious about my status and trying to figure out if I was a good addition to his inner circle. He was looking at me as if I was an investment. He opened his mouth to ask another question, but I interrupted.

“Are you aware that you give off a Chuck Bass vibe?” I asked. He asked me who that was. I asked him if he had ever seen Gossip Girl and he shook his head. He said it had “girl” in the title and therefore it wasn’t for him. The more I observed him the more I saw it though. The cold exterior that hid his deserve to be accepted or some other insecurity. He was definitely the type to put people down or push people away to cope with his own issues. “Don’t worry about it, Bass. Know this though, I’m no Blair Waldorf.”

He asked me if I gave everyone bad nicknames. I ignored him and asked him if I could have my food yet. He wasn’t done with his questions though. He asked me about why I moved so much. He asked me things that were a little deeper than the general get to know you questions. He wanted to know what I wanted after high school. He asked about my dreams. He asked me what made me insecure. He was trying to find my weaknesses. He was one step behind, because I had already figured out his.

“Rafe, can I please have my food? I'm really hung-” my words were cut off by a sneeze. I shivered as his ceiling fan blew cold air down on me. Even though I was in Topper’s sweatshirt, my shirt underneath and my shorts were soaked and freezing. His expression softened as he tossed me the bag. I opened it up and ate some cold fries. I watched as he rummaged through his drawers. I shoved a chicken nugget in my mouth as a pair of sweatpants smacked me in the face. He told me to change and walked out of the room. I let out a small laugh as I realized he was trying to be nice. I slipped out of my wet clothes and into his sweatpants. I removed my top and bra before sliding Topper’s hoodie back onto my smaller frame. I let out a yawn as I finished up my meal. I looked around and wondered if he had just left me here for the night.

Just as I was about to lay down on the bed in front of me, he waltzed back in with nothing but a towel around his waist. I covered my face, embarrassed, causing him to chuckle at my innocence. He closed himself in his closet to get changed as I tried not to think about his finely painted abs or how his hair looked wet. I had to admit that Rafe was handsome. He came back out in boxers and a t-shirt on. He plopped down on his bed and waited for me to lay down.

“Um… is there like a guest room I should go to?” I asked, nervously.

“You’re not as snarky now,” he pointed out. “Just lay down, I’m not gonna touch you. Well, not unless you want me too.” If I could smack that smirk off of his lips I would. I hesitantly got into bed, my mind swirling with all the thoughts about waking up next to a boy in the morning. I pulled the covers over me and tried to find warmth, but my skin still felt like ice. I shivered a bit and heard him sigh.

“C'mere,” he mumbled, opening his arms up a little bit. I looked at him and he let out another dramatic sigh. “It’s just for body heat. You can push me off whenever you feel like it. I just can't have you getting all sick in my house. It’s not like I’m into you or anything.”

I moved closer and his arms wrapped around me. I smiled knowing that this was his attempt at being nice. My body unconsciously cuddled closer into his chest. I breathed in the sweet smell of his body wash as he held me against him. Everywhere his body touched mine was burning now. It felt like flames against my skin.

“You’re weird…” he mumbled to me with a chuckle. I pushed at him a little bit. “Hey, not in a bad way… Just not in an Outer Banks way.”

“Sorry I don’t fit your standards,” I said sarcastically. I was used to not fitting in. That was nothing new to me, but when he said that, my heart sank more than usual. I wanted to fit in here. I wanted to stay here until I went to college.

“If you want to fit in, you have to come to Midsummers,” he said. I asked him what it was and in all honesty, it sounded like a nightmare. The rich kids and their families getting together to honor people for doing nothing? It sounded like a joke. “Trust me, you’ll hate it. But, if you wanna fit in, I’ll take you. Show you the ropes. You can be my plus one.”

“Okay,” I said, after thinking for a while. I glanced up at him and his eyes were closed. His face was so close to mine though. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to think about how I was cuddling with a boy I didn’t even know. I tried not to think about how I just agreed to see him again. Instead, I just kept my eyes closed and drifted off.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of his door opening. My heart leapt out of my chest as his arms tightened around me. He groaned as the light filled his room.

“Dude, were going to be late for our tee-time!” I heard a familiar voice say. “Holy shit, man. Hey Aurora… You coming golfing with us?”

I pushed Rafe off of me and sat up embarrassed. I greeted Topper and tried to ignore the embarrassment burning my checks. I told him I’d rather die than go golfing. He smiled as he looked back and forth between Rafe and I. I rolled my eyes and told him I had to use the bathroom. I walked down the halls when a girl popped out. She looked my age and she stopped in her tracks when she saw my sweatshirt.

“You must be the girl who was with my boyfriend last night,” she said, sizing me up. I let out a laugh as I recognized her from photos in the house. She must be Rafe’s sister and Topper’s girlfriend.

“Actually, I’m the girl who’s accompanying your brother to Midsummers,” I said firmly. I didn’t want her to see me as a threat. I watched as her face flushed with pink and her words then became flustered.

“O-Oh! I’m so sorry,” she said. She extended her hand. “I’m Sarah Cameron.” “Aurora Lansing,” I said. What was with everyone and handshakes here? She smiled at me and told me that she had to run, but it was nice to meet me. She seemed nice, but something about her gave me the impression that we wouldn’t get along very well. I went to the bathroom and made my way back to Rafe’s room. The boys were in there, waiting for me. I gulped, knowing that I was about to get my introduction into country club life.

I shifted uncomfortably as I say in the golf cart. My arms were crossed over my chest as I watched them joke around. I could name at least six different places I would rather be than at a golf course. I pulled awkwardly on the short skirt I was given and sighed. I narrowed my eyes on Topper. So, he was dating Rafe’s little sister. She seemed into him from the impression I got this morning, so why was he so worried? Then my eyes shifted to Rafe. I noticed that there were endless pictures of Sarah in the house, but how did that leave any room for him? I just couldn’t quite figure these two out.

“You having fun yet, buttercup?” Rafe asked. He leaned against the cart and swung his club a bit.

“Ha as if, Bass,” I muttered. “Why am I here?”

“So we can bond, obviously,” he said, with a chuckle. He threw his head back when he laughed. It made me smile. “So, do you have plans tomorrow?”

“No…” I said.

“Great, let’s go dress shopping for Midsummers. You're going to need my help. Plus you have to match my suit,” he said. I laughed when Topper yelled over that it was awful. I watched as Rafe’s expression changed. “Hey, buttercup. Can you go get me some water from the clubhouse? Just put it under Ward Cameron’s tab.”

I looked around to see what he saw, but there was nothing there. I nodded and drove off. I parked outside of the building and looked around. This was nothing like what I had ever done before. Usually I would be helping with hurricane relief right now, but instead I was partying with the upper class. It felt a little wrong to be honest. I wondered what my parents would think when I got home. I grabbed a water and told them to put it under Rafe’s dad’s tap. They didn’t even think twice.

On my way back, I was driving down the path when I saw a boy on the ground. I slammed on the breaks and got out, helping him sit up. He was bleeding pretty badly.

“Are you okay? Can you walk?” I asked. He looked at me with a confused glance. He told me he was fine. I wondered why he was being so cold. “Hold on, I’ll go get a first aid kit!”

He stopped me though. He told me that he didn’t need my help. He dismissed me quickly, getting up on his own. He told me he did take handouts and that I should go back to sipping lemonade by the pool. He walked away quickly as I stared at his back, jaw dropped. I was just trying to be nice. I scoffed at the interaction and slipped back onto the cart, trying to find Rafe and Topper again. They were finishing up their hole.

“Took you long enough,” I heard Rafe say. “Did you get lost?”

“No…” I muttered. “There was this boy on the ground. He was really curt with me, but I was just trying to help him…”

Rafe asked me what he looked like. He asked me if he looked like a golfer or a worker. I told him neither. The boy was in everyday clothes. He was in a brownish/red shirt and swim trunks. Rafe sighed and sat down next to me. He told me that I had probably seen a Pogue. He told me about the island rivalry and how they always would pick fights with them. He told me the Kooks were the good guys.

“Us, Kooks, we work hard,” he said. “They’re jealous of us because we have money. Money that we’ve worked our asses off for.”

I didn’t know what to believe, but that boy was so rude to me for no reason. What kind of place was this? He told me not to worry about it or them. I sighed and nodded, watching them finish their round. I tried to push all the thoughts from my head, but I couldn’t.

When it was all over, the boys dropped me off at home. I walked in and was met by my parents. They stared at the outfit I had borrowed from Sarah and told them not to ask. I knew that wasn’t going to stop them though. I told them about how Skipper locked me out of the house and how I made some friends. I left out the part where I stayed the night at Rafe’s, but I filled them in. I told them about the island rivalry and Midsummers. They looked at me with an expression I’ve never seen before.

“It’s nice to see you breaking out of your shell, Rory,” my dad said. He was right. I was breaking out of my shell.

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notgoingtohappen · 7 years

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Revenge, Interrupted (Part 7)

[Ch 1] [Ch 2] [Ch 3] [Ch 4] [Ch 5] [Ch 6]

Caroline woke up to sore limbs and a back that ached far too much for someone in her twenties. Stefan was sitting up, staring into space and looking really out of it.

“Good morning.” she said weakly.

“Hey, sleep well?” he asked, looking a little relieved to have someone to talk to.

She scoffed. “Are you kidding?”

She was tired and sore and exhausted, and judging from how Stefan looked, he wasn’t faring much better. After all , they’d slept in a cramped up elevator.

He sighed and nodded. “I’ve barely slept in two days.”

“Same.”

He buried his head in his hands and Caroline felt terrible seeing him that miserable, so she scooted over to his side and placed her hand on his shoulder. “Maybe today will be better. Thats the advantage of being a new graduate: you can sleep in the whole day.”

He looked up at her, eyes softening with what she thought might be a smile, and she felt the irrational impulse of kissing him again.

Because last night had probably been the best kiss she’d ever had.

His eyes flickered down to her lips and maybe he was thinking the same thing, leaning closer, ever so slowly. The red glow fell on him perfectly, bringing into sharp focus his strong jawline and cheekbones. She moved closer almost unconsciously, mesmerised.

Then he suddenly seemed to catch himself and slumped back against the wall, a muscle ticking in his jaw.

“We still on for that date?” he said finally.

They were both aware of the fact they needed sleep, but Caroline found herself nodding at the prospect of spending more time with him. “Yeah, in the evening.”

“Great, I can send in my applications before then.”

“Where are you applying?”

“A publishing house, an NGO that helps rehabilitate addicts, and social services.”

She eyed him, the corners of her mouth turning up. “Hero.”

He turned to look at her, eyebrows raised, and they settled into their familiar, easy rapport once more.

“Heroes don’t play elaborate and long-drawn practical jokes on their friends, Caroline."

"Hey, I like to think of this revenge strategy as genius.”

“So, no boyfriend who would mind?” he asked evenly, the sentence almost too carefully casual. Or maybe she was imagining things.

“Nah, I broke up with my last serious boyfriend in college and it was hard so I mostly only had flings after.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it was right . Tyler and I had grown apart. We weren’t the same people we had been back in Mystic Falls.”

Stefan’s mouth formed a little ‘O’ shape in surprise. “I have family there!”

“Really?”

“I used to spend some summers with my uncle and his family in the boarding house. Until sophomore year.”

“No way! Wait, the boarding house on the edge of town?”

He nodded.

“Woah. How come I never saw you?”

“I used to stay in, mostly. I love that house and the gardens. Sarah literally had to drag me away when she wanted to do something else.”

“Sarah Salvatore! She was a few grades below me. How did I never make that connection?”

“Do you think the college trio know?”

She giggled at the title Stefan had assigned their friends. “Probably. They just forgot to tell us, what with all the planning to set us up and all.”

“Elena never mentioned that Damon used to spend summers in your town?”

The truth was, Caroline didn’t know. She might have, but Caroline didn’t remember. Elena had never been one for a serious relationship, and if Caroline remembered every detail of all her flings she’d have no space left in her head for information she actually needed. She’d been pretty surprised on finding out how serious Elena was about Damon.

“Didn’t Damon tell you anything?”

“Uh, I don’t think so. But Damon’s had so many girlfriends before I just figured she was another casual relationship and didn’t pay attention to everything he said about her.”

Caroline was a little shocked. “Literally same.”

They looked knowingly at each other before he continued. “I knew some people. Matt Donovan, he worked at the Grill.”

She pursed her lips. “Of course you did.”

“Huh?”

“He and I dated. Turns out he wasn’t all that over Elena and thought I brought way too much drama to the relationship.”

He shook his head quickly. “Idiot.”

She was strangely touched. “It all worked out, we’re friends and I got closer to and later started dating his best friend who was a much better boyfriend.”

She thought maybe the jaw muscle was back, but before she knew it he looked his usual amount of serious again. She’d probably just imagined it. Were hallucinations common if one had been trapped in a small space for hours and everything was lit in red?

“That’s good.” He said.

It was almost too crazy to believe, how many times their paths had crossed without them ever meeting. Seriously, the same town? His brother dating her best friend and attending the same university?

Weird.

They sat in silence. The red glow made the air feel different, like a magical world where it was only the two of them. And she had to admit Stefan was turning out to be someone high on the list of people she’d want to be with in this red elevator world.

“Another reason I didn’t really mix with you guys: I was too busy getting stoned with Vicki Donovan my last summer in town.” He added suddenly.

She burst out laughing.

“Hey, I am vulnerable. Don’t be mean.” He joked, grinning back at her.

“God, no way!” She groaned.

“How is V doing?”

Caroline stopped laughing. “She had to go to rehab for a bit in senior year.”

“Is she okay?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing in worry.

“She’s sober now. I can’t believe it, I never took you for a stoner, Stefan!”

“I was a kid!”

Suddenly, there was a thump that sent her hand flying into his as she moved close into his side on impulse.

The elevator doors slid open and they winced at the light coming in.

Two girls stood outside the elevator door, staring at them in confusion.

“Did… did you not check the buttons when you woke up?” She exclaimed in disbelief.

He blinked in confusion and she shot daggers at him, and half-dragged him out of that godforsaken place when they reached their floor.

Elena, sitting at the table and sipping coffee, looked up as they entered the apartment. Her gaze skipped the dark circles and dragging feet and stiff movements and went straight to the messed up hair and dishevelled clothes.

“What have you two been up to?” she smirked.

“Elevator broke down” Caroline said, in way of explanation.

“Worst” Stefan said vaguely.

“Had to sleep in it”

“Everything hurts”

“Need a bed now” Caroline all but whispered.

And then he didn’t look quite so sleepy anymore, his eyes widening a little.

“There’s coffee in the pot. Looking at you two is making me sleepy. Goodnight- or morning. Sleep well.” Elena walked off to Damon’s room.

“You can sleep in my bed, I’ll take the couch-“ Stefan started.

Caroline was too exhausted to deal with his ridiculous chivalry and cut him off. “We slept in a freaking elevator! We are both sleeping in a bed, okay? It’s no problem, we’re friends, right?”

She thought Stefan looked a little relieved about not having to spend another night on the couch. “And a couple” he added, the corners of his mouth turning up a little.

Caroline smiled tiredly at his feeble joke and walked to his room, feeling like a zombie and desperately needing to lie down on a soft bed. She had barely gotten any sleep the night before the last either.

He followed her into his room and she glanced around. The curtains were drawn and there was just enough light streaming in from the sides to make out the queen sized bed with its inviting comforter and pillows.

His desk was cluttered; a leather bound journal with a fountain pen sticking out from between the pages, a laptop lying open with loose papers around it, and a leather jacket hastily strewn on the side.

She was just about to comment on his terrible organisation, thinking about how different it was from her neat desk with the books piled evenly, coloured pens and stationery in their holders, post-its perfectly in place in the corner, laptop in the bag and jackets in the wardrobe, when the bookshelf on the side caught her eye.

Wow.

It was lined with books, probably hundreds, stacked in all directions, horizontal, vertical, some upside down. Boxes and boxes of books lay on the floor below it. She recognised some of the titles. He had everything from Harry Potter to Keats to Shakespeare. She also felt the crazy impulse to organise them, because nothing gave her as much satisfaction. She was a perfectionist to the core.

Also, who needed a library subscription when their fake boyfriend had the biggest collection of books in the country?

She turned to say something but she saw him looking at the bed, eyebrows furrowed again and his serious look plastered across his face.

“Pick a side?” He asked.

She collapsed on the side of the bed nearest to her and barely had the energy to kick her shoes off before weakly pulling the comforter over her.

She felt the bed dip a little next to her with Stefan’s weight as he got in next to her.

“Good night, Caroline.” He said, so softly that she barely heard him.

And then her head hit the fluffy pillow and it was heaven. She drifted off to sleep at once, warm and comfortable. ~*~*~ Caroline kept her eyes shut, refusing to wake up. She was vaguely aware of warmth around her that was lulling her back to sleep. She unhooked her hand from under the pillow and strained her neck to look at the clock.

It was just noon. She could sleep a little more. This was the best sleep she’d gotten since moving to the city. ~*~*~ Caroline shifted in her sleep, but was stopped by an arm slung over her waist, holding her close. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and felt Stefan’s chest against her back and legs against hers, and felt a hint of those ridiculous butterflies in her stomach.

She looked down to see her hand on top of his, and felt that blush that she had been free of since freshman year of high school creep onto her cheeks. Good lord, what on earth was going on with her?

They had been cuddling.

And she didn’t want to move away. She turned over slowly and found herself looking at Stefan’s sleeping face once more.

Why did this keep happening?

He looked so peaceful, not serious for once, and she couldn’t help but reach up and gently trace her finger down his cheek, a hair’s breadth away from touching him. Stefan seemed to sense her and wrinkled his nose slightly, and she suppressed a smile she might have recognised as affectionate were she not this drowsy.

She could feel herself drifting back off to sleep, and pulled away a little to turn on her side. As she closed her eyes, Stefan’s arm tightened and pulled her in closer, and she vaguely registered that this felt good, way more than it should have, before falling asleep again.

[Ch 8]

#steroline #steroline fanfiction #sterofic #steroline fanfic #ri #this was really fun to write #mostly bc i wrote it in one of my favourite places #the empty bathtub at the end of my grandparents house that no one uses #my creativity skyrocketed here lol

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