“I mean, this isn’t my first relationship, Miles. I’m a physical touch kind of guy, I prefer the hand holding and cuddling,” Stefan explained, thankful that Elena had made them take a love languages test at the start of their relationship in high school. “I can’t say I’m used to it so early, but I’m not complaining.”
Nearly all my threads have been dropped on many of my rp accounts and I don’t know what I’m doing wrong as a mun. Maybe it’s nothing, but it sure feels like something
Send me “Who did this?” to find my Muse with a bruised eye!
Or send “Well..” for my Muse to find yours with a hurt eye!
hurt sentence starters
blood, broken bone mention.
- “you’re going to have a bruise.”
- “it won’t heal if you keep picking at it.”
“you were out for a few days. how are you feeling?”
“absolutely not. you’ll pop your stitches.”
- “take it easy. you’re in rough shape.”
“those pain meds knocked you out.”
- “where’d you get that bloody nose?”
“make a fist for me.”
- “where does it hurt?”
- “ow, ow, ow.”
- “that’s going to need stitches.”
- “shit, that hurts.”
- “is it broken?”
- “keep ice on it.”
- “ouch!”
- “i can’t even look. is it bad? wait, don’t tell me.”
- “you shouldn’t be walking around right now.”
- “how am i supposed to sleep with all these bandages?”
- “stay in bed and let me look after you.”
“there, you’re all patched up.”
- “let me help you to your room.”
- “how many fingers am i holding up?”
- “take your time. slow, slow. you’re doing great.”
- “you could have a concussion. ”
- “i’m okay. you can stop hovering.”
- “you’re lucky. you could have gotten seriously hurt.”
- “how exactly did you manage to give yourself a black eye?”
Stefan glared back into the woman’s eyes, noting no feeling of familiarity. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you’re not my sister,” he said through clenched teeth, his words like razors. He pulled himself away from her, just to push her shoulder back against the wall as he backed away.

“My sister is dead. She, along with my brother and father died a long time ago,” Stefan took a few more steps away, his back to the woman as he twisted his daylight ring around his finger. He could feel the ghost of her hand on his cheek still, something that his sister did to comfort him when they were young. He shook his head, shaking the foggy memory away with it.
“I mean, I don’t blame you, the cable package in hospitals is the worst. It’s like they want their patients to be bored all day,” Tom sighed with a smirk on his face. “I guess I got here just before you died of boredom then, hm?”
Stefan smoothed the apron with a cheeky nod before running back to the kitchen as a timer went off. “Okay, yeah. Here, let’s go set the table. Jeremy?” Elena pulled him along with her, leaving Anthony with Damon in the foyer. “Damon, play nice,” She added before continuing down the short hallway.
“Dinner will be finished in 5!” Stefan hollered from the kitchen as he cooked his specialty – Italian.
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