It didn’t happen all at once, falling in love with Bonnie. Before, with Katherine and Elena, it had come fast and intense, but it had been fleeting. Fleeting moments of fullness, of happiness, of love, that was always temporary until he hated them for not being what he wanted or hated himself for not being what they wanted. It was circular and damaging and left him broken. They had come hard and fast and inconsistent. Bonnie, somehow even with the teasing, the animosity, the love and the hate, she’d come softly.
Bonnie was his constant, in a world of havoc and loss, made worse by his own impulsivity and selfishness. There were moments, big and small that hinted at something, something that he was afraid to name. Little things and big things that pointed all in the same direction. He could feel it in his bones when she was almost lost to him, the times where danger and chaos and sometimes his stupidity had almost taken her away.
Those traitorous feelings, felt lighter, like a breeze over his skin when she smiled or when she laughed his quips, even if it was at his expense. It chafed over his skin when she rolled her eyes or when she was angry or when she teased. It thrummed low and warm when they touched, even the smallest brush of skin against skin in a way that made his hackles rise. It came slowly and gently and in such a way that Damon hadn’t even really seen it coming, even when he begin to realize it. Still he denied it.
It hadn’t been a big moment, when the revelation hit him. She’d fallen asleep next to him on his couch after they’d watched some movie that Damon hadn’t wanted to see in the first place, her head resting on his shoulder. He looked down at her and something clicked. He didn’t just love Bonnie, his best friend, he was in love with Bonnie. He was also utterly and completely screwed.
25. “When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!”
47. “When I picture myself happy… It’s with you.”
Couln’t resist the angst.
Bonnie has lost track of how many times she’s died. She comes back. She always comes back. Or at least she did. Of course it’d be after she’d finally found something real and true and solid, that the Spirits would suddenly run out of loopholes.
She remembers the day it happened. She remembers Tyler’s grip on her limp body. It was hard, so hard he’d left bruises. He’d screamed, howled, his eyes yellowed and full of tears. “You can’t die,” he’d said, “Please don’t die.” She hadn’t been able to listen.
At first Tyler had been reckless. Drinking. Fighting. He was so full of rage and grief and sadness and all Bonnie could do was watch from the Other Side. Then something in him snapped. He stopped being as volatile and drew in on himself.
He spent most of his days hunched over her grimoires and trying to track down other witches for assistance. He’d begged Caroline for her help. He’d even asked the Salvatore and Klaus for their witch contacts over the years. Damon rolled his eyes. Stefan looked at him with pity. Matt did his best to be supportive.Jeremy encouraged him on his search. Klaus looked smug. Caroline and Elena looked worried. They all followed his leads.
Months passed. No matter what anyone did or said, Tyler spent his days hunched over grimoires and every night he came to Bonnie’s grave, fresh white rose in hand. He sat for hours talking to her, he barely slept.
Bonnie sat beside him as he talked to her tombstone. She lay beside him in the bed they used to share when he allowed himself to sleep. She used what magic she could from the other side to lead his search for a way to resurrect her in the right direction. She stayed by his side but he couldn’t see her, couldn’t touch her, couldn’t hear her, no matter how many times she whispered, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” into the quiet when she lay beside him at night.
In the end its her Grams that finds the loophole. Some gateway for Bonnie to crossover and regain her foothold to the world in which Tyler lives, in which she is loved beyond rhyme or reason. Tyler is waiting for her on the other side, Lucy next to him keeping the door open as Tyler links there hands together. “Don’t look back,” Sheila warns, “If you do all will be lost.”
Bonnie follows Tyler back into the light and he stares straight ahead. He doesn’t look back. She’s reminded of Orpheus leading Eurydice from the Underworld. How she’d slipped through his fingers because he couldn’t help but look back to see if she was still there. Tyler presses forward. He doesn’t need to look back Bonnie knows. They can feel one another, after all of this time of cold and emptiness and being hollow, she can finally feel the warmth of his touch and nothing has ever felt more real.
When they make to through, the gateway closes, Bonnie cries and Tyler kisses her fiercely. “You never gave up on me,” she says as he pulls away.
He frowns, “Did you think I would?”
“It would’ve been easier if you had. If you’d moved on and found a way to be happy.”
Tyler looks at her and she shakes his head, “When I picture myself happy… It’s with you.”
Synopsis: Stefan is bored out of his mind. Bonnie has the blues. Neither one of them want to look to closely at the reason they are miserable this Christmas until a special gift is given to both of them.***A Stefonnie Fic**** Just a dab of smut. A tiny dab
It isn’t that she doesn’t love Tyler. She does. She loves him so much its ridiculous. Sometimes she’s even overwhelmed by it. The thing of it is, he’s not always that loveable. It isn’t the anger that gets her. Anger she can understand. She feels it herself, constantly brewing under the surface. They’ve been through enough that anger is to be expected. The thing that get’s her, the thing that really gets Bonnie, is that Tyler has never quite grown out of his dumb jock phase.
She can take it that he calls her by her last name majority of the time. She finds it almost endearing. Though, she does draw the line at being called “Bennett” during sex. It is about the most unromantic thing that she can think of and so he manages to keep the moniker out of the bedroom.
She can even stand the jokes. They’re dumb, immature, and majority of the time full of sexual innuendo. But she can still manage a laugh at them and sometimes its even genuine.
She only makes a few snide remarks when Tyler snaps her on the ass with a towel every morning after she gets out of the shower. This is often easily combated by asking him to join her. Tyler is, if nothing else, rather easily distracted.
She can deal with the sports metaphors, though they are plentiful. She only rolls her eyes every fifth or sixth one. She’s gotten used to those.
She honestly doesn’t mind him working out more than the normal person. She actually likes that bit. He’s something to see when he’s shirtless and sweating, that sight also often leads to shared showers.
The thing Bonnie hates is constantly having projectiles aimed at her. It always starts with two words, “Heads up!”, and then she’s ducking to avoid a wayward football or a pair of boxers that he’s trying to land into the laundry basket or balled up chip bag that he’s attempting to punt into the nearest waste basket. No matter what the object, her response is always the same. “You’re an idiot.”
Tyler smiles a slow smile each time, that Bonnie hates to admit she returns. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”
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