Here is a little Stelena fluff, since it is seriously lacking in the show right now. This is set somewhere in season 4, wherever you want really, Elena is pretty much always overwhelmed.
Elena sighed, closing the door to her house behind her. She looked around. It was dark and empty.
Jeremy must be out. She thought to herself idly, walking up the stairs to her room.
It's Thursday. She remembered suddenly. That meant that Jeremy would be working at the Grill.
At least he's doing something normal. She told herself. He needed more normal. They all needed more normal.
She walked slowly into her room, switching the light on and dropping her purse on the floor. She turned around, looking in the mirror on the wall and frowned at her reflection. Her eyes had dark circles under them, making her resemble a skeleton, and they held a weariness that her body and mind felt more acutely than she showed. She looked like she was barely keeping it together.
She grimaced, reaching a hand back to massage her neck, letting her head fall down to meet her chest.
Suddenly she felt two strong, calloused hands on her shoulders, the thumbs gently kneading her tense muscles.
She moaned softly, relaxing back into the firm chest behind her.
"Hello." Elena greeted Stefan quietly, resting her head against his neck.
"Hello." He murmured in return. "Feeling a little stressed?" he asked, moving his hands up further to work on her neck muscles.
She moaned again, feeling her muscles relaxing under his touch. "Mhm." She answered, not wanting to form words.
"Want to talk about it?" he asked, concern coloring his voice.
She thought for a moment, wondering if she should tell him. She didn't want him blaming himself for everything that was happening but she wanted to tell him, to be open with him.
"I'm just tired Stefan." She said quietly.
Something in her voice made Stefan stop moving his hands, to which Elena immediately protested, and turn her around to look at him.
"Elena?" he questioned, his eyes searching her face.
She sighed, knowing it would bother him until she explained.
"It's just too much, Stefan, none of it ever ends. It's one bad guy to the next, one death after another. I just…I'm so tired…and" her voice died out and she turned her face to look at the ground, avoiding his gaze.
"This is my fault." He whispered painfully.
Elena's head snapped up. "No, Stefan, don't you dare start thinking like that. Without you I wouldn't be here. You saved me, in more ways than one."
"Elena, if it wasn't for me none of this would be happening." He said, ignoring her words.
"Stefan, look at me." Elena said her voice strengthening as she placed a hand on his cheek.
Stefan's eyes slowly moved up to meet Elena's.
"I love you." She said, looking into his eyes. He met her gaze for a moment, his face softening into a look of wonder and adoration.
"I love you, Elena." He whispered back, his face clear of the guilt it had held seconds earlier.
She breathed a sigh of relief, leaning forward to rest her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her gently, wondering how he had captured the love of this beautiful angel. He didn't deserve her, he knew.
His poor, sweet Elena. He could practically feel the weariness radiating off of her and the tension in her muscles. He wanted to take it all away.
"Let me take care of you." He whispered to her. She lifted her head off his chest to meet his gaze. She smiled softly, seeing the love in his eyes.
"Okay." She whispered back. She trusted him completely, always.
He smiled back, bringing his hands up to caress her cheeks before kissing her forehead gently.
"Come on." He murmured to her, taking her hand and leading her to the bathroom. She followed willingly, curious as to what he had in mind.
So I do want to continue this but reviews would make me feel happy and appreciated! Review and let me know what you think and/or where you want me to go with it? Thanks for reading! And yes I will be updating my Klaroline fic eventually; this was just a plot bunny that came to me while writing a Lit paper :)
