misshale:

“Dance with me.” - “No.” - “Fine, then tell me who i should kill. Him? Hmmm…she looks delicious.”

nina dobrev and your glasses.

buffysalvatore:

Stefan and Elena - 3x20 “Do Not Go Gentle”

When she saw him standing in the middle of the gym, she ran across the room to meet him. He could see the tears grouping in her eyes even when she was on the other side of the room. Or maybe he knew they will appear eventually. By now, he knew what can make Elena cry, and in what situations she allows herself to cry in front of other people. When she can’t hold it anymore, when every drop of strength drips out from her body, and when she feels hopeless. She ran and bumped into his body. She had put her arms around him and dropped her head on his shoulder. It was so good, feeling her so close to him. He felt empty for a long time now. Ever since he left one part of him was missing. Like someone had cut out one piece of him, but he knew that piece is not dead. He knew that piece is somewhere out there, because he could feel it calling him to come home. Elena was that piece. She was the one who made everything better, in who’s company everything had more sense. She was the one who kept him alive, simply by existing. He had put his arms on her back. He could hear her sobbing, quietly, and soon enough he could feel her tears on his suit. He dragged his hand over her back, up and down.
“What do you want me to do, Elena? Tell me and I’ll do it” - he hated seeing her like this. In tears, in pain. He wanted her to live. He didn’t want her to have a care in the world. His mission wasn’t to keep her alive, his mission was to make sure she lives her life. That she experiences everything life has to offer, but in the same time he wanted to protect her from everything that was wrong in the world. He hated seeing her like this, but what he hated more is not being able to help her.
“Just hold me” - she said through tears. And that’s all she wanted, for him to hold her. No words, no movements, no actions. Just to feel safe, like she used to when she was around him. She wanted her to make her feel everything she used to feel. She wanted to love a boy who made her carefree like a little child. Who loved her and who she loved in return, who made her feel safe and wanted and special. She wanted to be that girl again.
They kept holding to each other for few minutes, until a song started playing. Slow song that made them start moving slowly over the dance floor. Nothing else but their feet moved. They kept clinging to each other, not wanting to let go. She kept her head on his shoulders, and when she had no more tears to cry she lifted her head up and looked into his eyes. They were as hopeless as hers. She moved her look to his lips and started leaning in. She wanted to kiss him, she wanted to feel his lips pressing against her one more time. She wanted him to make her soul drip from her fingertips and her heart to pop out from her chest. And when her lips were only few inches away from his, he turned his face away.
“No” - he shook his head and made her look him in the eyes by putting his finger under her chin. “If I ever kiss you again, it’s going to be when you don’t have feelings for someone else” - he told her. He was holding back his tears, because the thought of her having feelings for someone else made him weak. The thought of losing her made his skin burn more than sun ever could. Her, the love of his life. This life, previous one, and the one that will come. The love of every lifetime he ever lived and will live.
She slowly nodded her head. She remembered Damon in that moment. She remembered that he’s there now too, in her heart. But she didn’t want to think about him now. She didn’t want to ruin this little piece of paradise she got back. She had slowly put her head back on Stefan’s shoulder and kept swinging alongside him.