#get ready to see some caroline gifsets

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thunderclawsummers replied to your post “Important announcement to followers!”

My vote is to post what you have

Thanks! Yeah, I probably will, mine as well since I have them made already. I’ll post one a week:)

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so I ve been wondering about JoMo. I saw him answer in comic con. He was trying to brush off Klaus& Camille connection, and reasoned that Caroline was still alive. Granted that he was trying to please fan, but I heard that he liked Caroline, and had a crush on Candice, but she was already taken. Is that true? I find it hard to believe that he doesn't like Klamille pairing, frankly because the on-screen chemistry btw Klaus & Camille seemed to suggest otherwise.

(Kcers are gonna say JM and CA had romantic feelings for each other behind the scenes to make them feel better about their ship. I don’t believe it, there were actually signs he liked Kat G (Bonnie). He told the writers he wanted to work w/ Kat, he wanted klonnie (as opposed to kc for his romantic pairing), and I think he spent Thanksgiving or some other holiday w/ Kat’s family. But if you really want to know more I’d ask a tvd/Bonnie blog.) 

OKAY here’s the thing w/ JM: he’s a people pleaser. To the point where he’s a spineless coward. He didn’t stand up for Leah or Phoebe during TOs run despite the MASSIVE hate they received for their respective dynamics with Klaus (although Phoebe’s died down because she was romantically paired with Elijah and Jackson). So, I don’t respect him, and I don’t expect him to ever acknowledge klamille as the romantic soulmate pairing they are. I received an ask about why I don’t respect JM, and I answered with receipts so if you’re interested here.

Now, way back when when the first half of s1 was airing (before klamille received all the fandom backlash), JM openly praised klamille. 

“ As for Leah who plays Camille, I filmed my favorite scene with her. It’s later on in the episode and I don’t really say much, but I think it’s some of the best acting I’ve done. I don’t know what you guys will think but to me, that scene stood out. For me, she was really solid. She made some interesting choices as an actress and came across so strong in the pilot.”

(tvd 4x20)

JoMo teased that there will be “some distance” between the two, though it sounds like they have an epic scene coming up. Joseph called it “an amazing scene in episode nine, which I’m really proud of. We got loads of nice comments for the scene we did in episode 4 where I… compel her to forget everything again, and we were really proud of that scene.“

Here’s some more gifsets of Joseph talking about klamille in s3 at Comic Con &JM and LP talking about klamille scenes , JM and LP bts 

My point? In no way shape or form does JM ever outright hate on Leah or klamille. in fact, out of all the love interests, she’s the only actress whose abilities he praises. He respected her and knew they worked well to elevate each other in scenes. 

Now again, he’s a people pleaser. In s1 he was trying to make sure TO got picked up for s2 and he didn’t want to risk alienating any fans because he has no spine. So he’d never outright praise klamille bc he didn’t want to piss off klaroline shippers, or klayley shippers, or stans who didn’t want Klaus in any romantic relationship. He’d downplay klamille even though they were getting straight up romantic scenes. What you see at cons and fan meet and greets is a continuation of his old habit. If he senses he’s in a room full of kcers, he’ll pander to them, which is what you saw.  “Well Cami’s dead” no shit Sherlock. He stated the truth, without saying too much. He didn’t outright choose Caroline, you can also take that to mean “so you’re only choosing Caroline because Cami’s dead? Is she the backup?” or kcers can twist it to mean “Klaus is ready to move on, he picks Caroline over Cami”. It pisses me off how he never gives an outright answer, but that non answer is enough to sate kcers. He’s careful like that. BUT, he also took a picture with a klamille fan saying Cami deserved better.  JM will do the minimum to not offend.

He hadn’t acknowledged Leah on social media in YEARS but he came on twitter to tweet her an official goodbye and thank you. Out of the goodness of his heart? Because he’s a good leader? NOPE bc after 3x19 aired there was huge backlash on twitter, and it lasted the entire weekend (the ep aired on a Friday). I mean it was the nastiest ugliest rage the writers had ever seen (bigger than all the hate Cami and ck haters left in their mentions for 3 seasons). JM saw the criticism of the show, and him as the lead, and he hurried up and tweeted Leah. 

Please, save yourself the headache of looking to JM to validate klamille or gush about them. Those days were over as soon as fans flooded his mentions w/ their anti klamille hate. I suggest you do what I do, and look to canon where we have more than enough material to fangirl over. You can also check Leah Pipes’ likes and replies on twitter, every now and then she’ll like a klamille tweet or respond to a fan. I compiled some of them here. 

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small kaymeron things that give me life:

how they instantly start calling each other Cameron and Kay, no Mr. Black and Agent Daniels nonsense

“Well, I couldn’t have done it without my beautiful assistant”/”Don’t ever say that again”/”Yeah, nah, sounded weird coming out” aka the start of everybody shipping them and also, hey, he called her beautiful, and I’m trash

that soft moment at the ending of the pilot where they’re outside on the patio/balcony/roof/whatever, softly lit, and he tells her about Johnny and how he has to get him out and he’s soft and open and vulnerable and she’s instantly ready to go on that crusade with him

the dimples!!! on that man!!! when he smiles when Kay tells him she saw his special on TV and thought it was fantastic!!! fantastic!!! the way his whole face glows as he says “fantastic, wow,” because he’s so happy she liked it even tho he hardly knows the woman

the whole “we’re coming for you” over the phone with MW and the ridiculous hotness of these two standing together with their heads bent over the phone and the sheer dedication in their respective gazes

how Kay keeps telling Deakins time and time again that Cameron’s good and can do some real good with them

the look on Kay’s face when she watches him do magic tricks and interact with their witness kid, you just know her ovaries are kinda imploding then, and so were mine

“Who wants to lose their head?” *Kay grabs him* “Okay, point taken” and his fucking smirk, jesus fuck, the smirk on that man’s face is unholy and she knows it

Cam running and yelling her name even if it’s a staged act, because, come the fuck on, the intensity in that man??? have you noticed how fast he runs for a woman he hardly knows? come on, even the bad guys know these two are in for the long haul

the fact that Kay is always sitting/standing close to him at wrap-up parties and they somehow always find their way to some isolated corner of the Archive??? and drink just the two of them???

Kay telling Cameron about her sister and vowing to help him with his brother because she gets it

Kay being impressed at his goodness and how he always tries to help everybody when he sees it as being naive

them shaking hands and striking a deal to work together to find MW

that little frown Kay has every time she watches him do one of his deception tricks, half-worried, half-impressed

that small moment in the museum when she tells him about Caroline and she’s so soft and vulnerable and he listens to her stories and uh, throwback to the one time he did the same and she listened much??? this is the stuff of otp legends

“Don’t shoot, it’s me!” and Cam pouting because Kay’s not impressed with him

the proud smile on Kay’s face when Cameron saves Vivian from plummeting to her death, like she’s all like “THAT’S MY MAN RIGHT THERE, 10/10 WOULD RECOMMEND”

“Grab your wand”/”I don’t have a wand, that’s, uh, a thing she does, that’s hilarious” *runs after Kay* “You’re hilarious Kay!”

Cameron beating himself up for ignoring Kay’s orders and getting Johnny’s hopes up and Kay jumping in to reassure him that they will catch MW

have I said anything about how they don’t know anything about personal space???

“is that your face on that pen?”

Kay constantly telling him he’s doing good whenever he beats himself down

the way Kay seems to own a key to the Archive because she just always pops in and out like she owns the place, and looks so at home there??

Kay giving him shit for lying to his ex and teasing him

the way Kay always marvels at his tricks until she admits magic - Cameron - is growing on her

how Kay slowly transitions to calling him Cam more and more

“He’s one of us - you called him a civilian, he’s one of us. If one of your guys went missing would you wait 24 hours?” the sheer intensity and protectiveness in that woman, dear lord, I fear for anyone stupid enough to try and keep Cameron away from her, insert Hozier here

Kay reassuring Jonathan that they’ll get Cameron back and thus showing him and us how much she cares about Cam

the utter sheer fear on Kay’s face during the whole vault scene, the way she clenches her fingers around Jordan’s shoulder upon watching Cam suffocate

how Cam ultimately refuses to help MW because he can’t bear betraying Kay after everything she’s done for him

the fact that Kay rode in the ambulance with him after he almost died!!! and they let us know in such a careless way but it means so much!!!

Kay being pissed at Cameron throughout the next episode because he scared the hell out of her by almost dying

Cam slow-clapping at Kay for her Oscar-worthy performance during their deception at the police station

“So, I think I've officially run out of ways to apologize. So I just. Are we good, you and I? I mean, or just close to, I mean, a little good?/ “I wasn't completely honest with you, either. I was mad, but I was also...seeing you almost suffocate in that vault, it really scared me. I'm not so good at being scared.”/”But you're scary all the time.”/”This was different.” HE WAS DIFFERENT.

“Cam, put the moon down”/”But it’s gonna be cool.”

Kay grinning at that goddamn dumb fajitas joke, she’s so in love

“Take your clothes off”/”What?” and that dumb dumbo doesn’t get why but still does it

“You know you don’t have to add “The amazing” every time you say your name” but come on we all know that’s gonna lead to some sexy times right?? right???

THE ENTIRETY OF EPISODE 11

like, okay. let’s be methodical about this: Cam knows her coffee order. But MOREOVER, he owns all the ingredients to make it. He bought fucking cinnamon for her, because let’s not even pretend that any single guy in his thirties would own cinnamon on his own. The Amazing Cameron Black™ went to the grocery store and bought cinnamon to make his future wife coffee. Because he doesn’t only know her coffee order as they wait in line at Starbucks, no, hell no. He actually makes her coffee for her.

 “You know me so well”/”I’m a good observer” and drinking their coffee in sync like the old married couple they are

actually, timeline wise, they’ve known each other for so little time and still he knows her so well?? be still, my heart

this exchange “So, when were you gonna tell me?” /”Tell you what?”/ “That you dated a super spy.”/ “I wasn't hiding it from you.”/ “I've replayed eight conversations we've had about exes in my head. And it could've come up easily in any one of them. What else are you not telling me?”/ “A lot.”/”Fair enough.“ uh, excuse me, they’ve had EIGHT conversations about exes??? just exactly how many nights do they spend drinking and talking late into the night sharing life stories like this??? Kay has a toothbrush at the Archive, I’m calling it. And has definitely slept in one of Cameron’s shirt before.

uh, let’s talk about how good of a guy Cameron is when he pushes Kay to go deal with her unfinished business with her ex because he wants her to be happy and he thinks Isaac is what makes her happy???

and how Johnny helps him realize he’s jealous but still, right before it hits him, Cam’s still saying “if she’s happy, I’m happy” because he wants her to be happy even if it’s not with him??? god, let me live

but also, let’s talk about Kay’s face when Cam asks her if she’s hungry and she thinks he’s gonna ask her out for dinner, that’s pure elation, girl was totes ready to go out with him

CAMERON RISKING HIS LIFE TO PROTECT HER

CAMERON TAKING A BULLET FOR HER

even Isaac seeing right through the “fake” confession of love and telling Kay that Cam did it for her

the whole scene with Kay coming to the Archive to see Cameron as he nurses a nasty bruise from the bullet

that boy’s face when Kay tells him Jonathan told her she wasn’t Cameron’s type, he has such a crush, but he goes beyond a crush, and he can’t tell her because he still thinks then that she’s into Isaac

“Isaac just felt like moving backward, I’d rather focus on the future.” WITH YOU. BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. That’s totes what Kay was thinking but not saying.

Cam thinking about how he couldn’t betray Kay even to save Johnny because she believed and trusted him

Kay saying again that she’d hunt him down if he did something illegal

“Kay, you’re amazing.”

“You shot me!” /”I shot her more.”

Both of them realizing that they still want to work together despite seemingly being done with Johnny’s investigation and having no more real, legit reason to work together again

“You know I expect front-row tickets to your big comeback show.” /”My show? Hmm. Of course. Yeah.”/ “When we started out, didn't you hate magic?”/ “It's grown on me.”/ “Mm. There's no reason I can't come and help out every now and then, right?”/ “I thought you were only working with the FBI to help Jonathan.”/ “It's grown on me.” OTP OTP OTP TAG RIGHT THERE.

“If Kay says she’ll protect you, she will” and the enamored look and smile she gives him when he says that????

how fucking gorgeous they look together in their party clothes at the consulate, like, goddamn, wow, why isn’t there more gifsets of them walking with linked arms and looking like sex on a stick

the happiness and giddiness at the wrap-up party, they’re goddamn leaning into each other, they look like a fucking couple I can’t

let’s not talk about the ending, it hurts, it hurts so fucking much, but the FEELS for fuck’s sake, the goddamn feels

[memories-are-mine]

Aching

So... There was a gifset that I on my dash a while back that I was analyzing and I said I might write a fic about it...well... here we are

WARNINGS: ABUSE, CHILD ABUSE, INJURY, THE PUPPY GETS KICKED. PHILLIPS PARENTS ARE EVIL

Summary: How Phillip ended up at Caroline’s ballet performance, and why he envies Charity Barnum

Original Post

I’m really sorry for the heartache in advance...

Enjoy!!

“Phillip.” The voice behind him sent a chill down his spine. Had he done something wrong? That was the only thing that crossed his mind. It was all he could think about. He took another sip of his drink.

“What do you want, mother?” He asked, not turning from the window, the glass of whiskey his only comfort.

“Watch your tone.” His mother’s voice took on a hard edge, she walked over and took his left arm, turning him around more roughly than the situation called for. “Your father and I really do think it’s time for you to settle down, get married. There’s a ballet performance tonight, and  Elizabeth May Johnson will be there with her parents. Your father and I are going and would like you to come along.”

Phillip resisted the urge to roll his eyes. That did not sound like a pleasant way to spend his evening. What he really wanted to do was pack his bags and flee the country. And he was not about to get married to some bratty upper-class bully. Not if he could delay it for just a little longer.    

“Sorry, mother,” he said, turning back around to face the window. “But I have things to write for my plays. The producers are getting impatient.”

He knows what’s coming when he says it. He just wished it didn’t have to be this way.

As the blow struck the back of his head, Phillip Carlyle prayed to every divine entity that might be listening for an end to the constant pain. The constant aching. It had happened before, of course, hundreds of times, and Phillip had the scars to prove it. But he knew that there would be no end, but it was nice to dream.

“That would be wonderful if you had any choice in the matter. Don’t turn your back on me!” His mother’s anger showed in her movements: she jerked his arm and twisted it in a way that it wasn’t meant to be twisted as she tried to force him around to face her. Phillip tried to muffle the cry of pain that escaped his lips as he whirled to face his mother.

He said nothing, simply clutching his arm to his side as the pair stared at one another, his mother wanting him to apologize, him not obliging.

“Well?” His mother asked.

“What would you like me to say, mother?” Phillip said, a little anger creeping into his voice, to disguise the fear. His arm was still held to his side, holding it like he had a sling, he should have had a sling for his arm, but he knew he wasn’t going to be getting one. “I’m sorry.”

“Phillip.” Another angry voice came from the doorway, it was his father’s this time. “You do not speak to your mother like that in this house.”

Phillip almost didn’t see the cane before it struck him in his already injured arm, sending a spike of white-hot pain through his entire body.  He bit back a scream, He would not show weakness. His father didn’t allow that.

The cane struck him again, in the back this time, and Phillip could hear the sharp crack as it struck his spine. He tried to stay on his feet. His good arm held the wall, trying to hold himself up. He would not show weakness. He could not show weakness. It would just make his beating worse.

“Remember your place,” His mother admonished, eyes flashing. “We’re leaving at seven-thirty sharp. And, by the way. I read the draft of your new play. The one that just went to the theatre. It’s awful.”

She swept out of the room without another word to him.

His father followed, but not without pausing in front of his damaged child. “You will come to the performance, or you’ll wish you were dead. Your choice.” One more slap across Phillip’s face for good measure, and his father strode out of the room as well.

Phillip was left with two choices: go to the ballet recital or wish he was dead. He knew his father would make good on his threat, so he chose to go to the gala. Though, deep down, if he faced it. His father didn’t have to do much to make him wish he was dead.

At the recital, Phillip went through the motions, trying his best to conceal his injury. He mingled with the snobs, talked about all the boring things they wanted to talk about, was never without a glass of the free champagne in his hand. It was his one salvation.

After the performance was over, Phillip watched out of the corner of his eye as one of the ballerinas, in Phillip’s opinion the best one on the stage, was teased, then ignored, by the rest of her peers. Phillip felt a twinge of sympathy as he saw the little girl lower her head, ashamed. He wished that he had the courage to tell the other girls to leave her alone. But he was a coward. He couldn’t even face his own parents. 

He took another glass of champagne as his mother beckoned him over.

“Phillip, this is Betsy Johnson, Elizabeth’s mother. I’m sure you’ve met her. Betsy, this is my son, Phillip.”

Mrs. Johnson extended her left hand to Phillip. “Mr. Carlyle, I love your plays, Eliza does too. Your last one was marvelous.”

“Indeed, we’re very proud,” His mother said with a well-faked smile. To some, the hand lying on his injured arm might have been a show of pride, Mrs. Mary Carlyle showing the world that her son was destined to do great things. But Phillip knew the real reason. It was a warning. It said. Behave, or this arm will start hurting a lot more. Her words from earlier still echoed in Phillip’s head. How awful his play was. 

He shook Mrs. Johnson’s outsretched hand with his injured arm, which screamed in protest. Phillip tried not to let it show.

A waiter went by with more champagne. Phillip practically lunged for the tray and grabbed another flute. He downed it. Tried to numb the pain.

Then, he felt eyes on him and glanced over, though it was nothing new. When he looked, he saw a blonde woman he recognized as Charity Hallett, no, Charity Barnum. The woman who’d run away to marry a man from the lower class. She had chosen love rather than be forced into an arranged marriage. Chosen happiness instead of a cage.

Phillip had always admired her for that.

He wanted nothing more than to do what she had done. Run off, see what was out there, live for once.

But he could never do that. He knew he couldn’t. He knew that wherever he went, his parents would always haunt him. They would always find him. They would break him down until he was no more than dust. Ready to heed their every order.

A voice snapped him out of his stupor.

“...Tea on Saturday?” Mrs. Johnson was saying. “Elizabeth couldn’t come tonight, caught a bit of a cold, but I’m sure she’d love to see you, Phillip.”

“We’d love to,” his mother answered for him. “Wouldn’t we, Phillip?”

“Of course,” Phillip wormed his way away from her. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment, I’m going for a walk. Get some fresh air.”   

“Alright, dear,” his mother said calmly enough, but the underlying tone made her next words unnecessary. “Just don’t come back too late. You know how I worry.” And there it was. The threat. Not in words, but in tone, in movement, in the way she brushed his arm ever so slightly.

Phillip just ran. The moment he was outside the stuffy hall he ran. He ran through back alleys and down narrow roads. In the back of his mind he thought maybe, if he ran fast enough, he could start to fly. Escape his parents. Escape it all. Then he’d finally be free.

Phillip Carlyle didn’t go home that night.

He had a spare suit in the back of the carriage, enough to look presentable for the next night, when he was going to a showing of his play. Freedom for one more night.

In the back of his mind, he knew it was foolish, and would only end badly for him. But all he wanted was a taste of what Charity Barnum had. A taste of the freedom that Phillip was sure was even more addicting than the alcohol that churned in his stomach.

Even more addicting than the thought that he, Phillip Carlyle, could be himself one day. It was a nice thing to believe, but it was all futile nonetheless. Carlyles didn’t have that.

[thetourguidebarbie]

Hey would you ever consider writing Bonnie x Caroline smut? 'Cause you're reallyyyy good at it and the fandom really lacks on those. I know they're a improbable pair, but after reading through the ones available i started shipping Baroline more than i ever thought I could!! Sorry if its too random

So I reblogged this fucking amazing baroline gifset a few days ago by @stefensalvatore​ and I saw the way Caroline was looking at Bonnie and suddenly felt inspired to write some femmeslash. This is like 2.5k words (???) and it has zero readover because I’m hungry and it’s a college AU and I AM NOT SORRY.

I only have two other femmeslash prompts (one Katholine and one Rebekoline), so if you want to send some in I might write them, but no promises!! Anyway, hope you enjoy

The humid September air was pressing against Caroline’s lungs, sweat running down her forehead, and her breathing was ragged by the time the team finally set their boat down where it was supposed to be stored. Her arms were exhausted from rowing, and she was ready to get a cold drink and plop face down into her bed. The rest of the crew team seemed about as ready to collapse as she was, and the only one who didn’t look like she wanted to die was Bonnie, their coxswain, who turned around with a huge smile on her face. “Good practice, guys! You’re already almost there and we’ve only been back a few weeks,” she said encouragingly.

“I think I’m going to die,” Katherine muttered, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.

“It’ll get better as the semester goes on,” Bonnie said, chugging some of her water bottle before spraying some on her face, trying to get cool before they walked the five minutes to the locker room for showers.

Caroline couldn’t help but trace the drips of water with her eyes as they trailed down Bonnie’s neck to the collar of her t-shirt, the fabric already sticking to her skin from sweat, unconsciously licking her lips as Bonnie turned around to put the water bottle in her backpack, the wet lycra clinging to her ass in the most delicious possible way.

“You okay, Care?” Bonnie asked, glancing over her shoulder at Caroline, who tried her best to look like she hadn’t been considering what Bonnie’s legs would look like spread wide for her tongue. There was a gleam in Bonnie’s eye, a small smirk on her face, and Caroline got the feeling that she knew exactly what was running through her mind.

“Yeah. I’m fine,” Caroline said, redoing her ponytail for something to do with her hands, which were shaking from adrenaline.

“Would you mind helping me put the equipment away before we head back to the locker room?”

Caroline nearly groaned out loud. Someone had to do it, but she did not want to be that person. She hadn’t kept up with her workouts as rigorously as she should have over the summer, and she felt like she was a walking vessel of pain. Still, Bonnie was looking at her with wide, hopeful eyes, and she couldn’t find it in herself to throw Katherine under the bus.

“Okay.”

They slowly began to gather the oars and put them in the shed, and she noticed that Bonnie kept giving her glances through the corner of her eye, her gaze almost…appreciative?

They didn’t know each other very well despite being in the same class. Bonnie was tiny and had been the coxswain for her fancy-sounding boarding school’s rowing team, and she ended up being on varsity as a freshman while Caroline had only made the varsity team at the beginning of the last semester because Hayley Marshall broke her arm and they needed someone to take her place.

She’d been a lot better at subtly ogling Bonnie back then, too focused on catching up with the rest of the team to do much, but now she was up to speed and had more time to appreciate the way the uniform clung quite nicely to Bonnie’s curves. She wasn’t sure whether that was a blessing or a curse, especially since it meant the mostly innocent interest had turned into a full blown crush.

She had been fairly sure that Bonnie wasn’t interested, but it was nice to dream.

“You’ve been doing really well, Care,” Bonnie said abruptly as she set the last oars down in their case and shut the lid.

“Thanks.”

“Really. You’ve been working really hard, and it shows.”

The words were innocent, but somehow the way they fell off Bonnie’s tongue made them sound sexual, and Caroline felt a flush stain her cheeks in a way that wasn’t at all because of the hot, humid weather. “Thanks,” she said again, wondering where her usual brash confidence had gone, and Bonnie gave her a bright smile.

“No problem! Okay, let’s head back. I’m so ready for a shower.”

“Me too,” Caroline groaned, stretching before falling into step beside Bonnie as they walked in a comfortable silence.

By the time they got back to the locker rooms almost everyone had left, Katherine and Liv lingering as they packed up their stuff by the lockers. “We’ll see you at breakfast?” Katherine offered when they entered, and Caroline nodded eagerly, Bonnie chiming in with an affirmative next to her.

Caroline pulled off her t-shirt in one practiced movement, rolling her shoulders and taking a deep breath before starting the fun after-practice-yoga of getting off her sports bra and shorts. She wriggled her thumbs under the waistband and started to tug down, shimmying slightly to try to pull the stubborn fabric over her hips, and she froze when she felt a hand rest on her hip.

“Want some help?”

Caroline’s eyes widened, her breath catching, and when she turned to face Bonnie she found her staring at up at her with heat in her eyes. She seemed tense, a bit nervous, but confident enough to take the first step, and Caroline swallowed audibly before foregoing an answer and bending to press her lips to Bonnie’s.

There was a moment in time where Bonnie stiffened before Caroline felt her hands winding in her hair, her tongue darting across the seam of her lips, and she felt her lower belly ache as she stroked Bonnie’s stomach under her t-shirt. When she pulled back, Bonnie was breathless, her eyes hazy, and Caroline grinned, confidence surging through her now that she knew Bonnie wanted her, that her feelings and desires weren’t unrequited.

She tugged lightly at the hem of Bonnie’s shirt before helping her pull it over her head, dropping it on the floor and finding her lips again as she walked them back, sitting down on the locker room bench and pulling Bonnie to straddle her, hands wandering down her spine to feel the soft skin of her waist. Caroline pulled away to plant light kisses along Bonnie’s jaw before nipping and licking at her neck, sucking lightly to create marks, smiling when Bonnie rolled her hips, searching for friction.

“Put your arms up for me,” Caroline said before dragging her tongue across the dip of Bonnie’s shoulder and pulling back as Bonnie did as she requested. Caroline tugged the sports bra over Bonnie’s head and cupped her ass as she pressed kisses down Bonnie’s clavicle before running her tongue along the underside of Bonnie’s breast, and she moaned, arching her back as Caroline moved up to swirl her tongue around her nipple. “You’re so beautiful, Bon. God, this is so much better than what I imagined.”

“You thought about this?” Bonnie asked, clearly amused as she steadied herself with her hands on Caroline’s shoulders, and she looked up to meet Bonnie’s eyes with a wicked smile.

“Oh, yeah. A lot. You?”

“Ye–oh my god, Care…” Bonnie said, interrupting herself with a moan as Caroline tugged her nipple between her teeth before soothing the bite with her tongue before nuzzling her other breast with her nose and repeating the motions, her hand coming up to cup the one she’d left, brushing her thumb over Bonnie’s sensitive nipples.

She tried her best to pay attention to what made Bonnie’s breath catch, made her back arch as she moaned, and she found that she liked unraveling the mystery bit by bit, was excited to savor the small discoveries. Bonnie’s fingers were in her hair now, tugging lightly as she moaned, and the pleasurable sting of it made Caroline flinch, squeezing Bonnie’s ass lightly.

She pulled back, watching Bonnie carefully for any reaction as she reached between her legs and pressed the heel of her palm to Bonnie’s covered center, smirking when she threw her head back and moaned, rolling her hips against Caroline’s hand. “That feels so good…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Bonnie breathed, nodding. “Can you go a little higher?”

Caroline obligingly moved her hand up to press against what she suspected was Bonnie’s clit, grinning when the other girl swore, her fingernails digging into Caroline’s shoulders. She watched carefully as Bonnie approached her high, tempted to let her tip over the edge when Bonnie’s breath sped up, but she pulled away at the last second. Bonnie let out a whine, rolling her hips and breathing harshly, and Caroline couldn’t resist nipping the swell of her breast lightly, making Bonnie squirm. “I was about to come.”

“I know,” Caroline said, trying not to giggle. “But I promised I’d help you with your uniform.”

“No, I promised you that,” Bonnie said, her lips twitching, and Caroline shook her head as she gently pushed Bonnie away.

“Later,” she said, dropping to her knees and gesturing for Bonnie to sit, which she did, her fingers clutching the wooden bench as Caroline looked up at her, tapping her knee to encourage her to spread her legs.

“Is this okay?” she asked as she slipped her fingers under the hem of Bonnie’s shorts, and Bonnie swallowed before nodding, her tongue darting over her lips. Caroline couldn’t help but smile between light kisses to Bonnie’s inner thighs as she gently tugged moved her hands up to the waistband of the clingy lycra, tugging it down a bit. Bonnie lifted her hips to help before standing up on shaky legs, watching with hungry eyes as Caroline tugged the shorts down her legs, sitting up on her knees to run her tongue along Bonnie’s hipbone.

Bonnie gasped, sinking back down on the bench before opening her eyes and opening her mouth before closing it again. “You good?” Caroline asked.

Bonnie nodded. “Yeah, but I want to see you.” Her eyes darted down to Caroline’s sports bra, and Caroline quickly pulled it off, flinging it away carelessly before shaking her hair over her shoulders.

“Better?”

Bonnie swallowed and nodded, taking a shaky breath. “This wasn’t how I pictured this would go,” she said, her breathing growing more shallow as Caroline bent forward to flick her tongue against Bonnie’s skin.

Caroline grinned. “Yeah? How did you expect it to go?” she asked before bending forward again to press sucking kisses against her inner thigh, just inches from where she knew that Bonnie wanted her touch.

“Do that again,” Bonnie breathed, not answering her question, and Caroline shook her head, her tongue flicking against the skin just beside her pussy.

“I want to know how you expected this to go.”

“I don’t know if expected is the right word, actually. More like, the way I imagined.”

“Do you fantasize about me, Bonnie? Is that what you’re saying?” Caroline asked teasingly, setting her hands on Bonnie’s hips and encouraging her to sit at the very edge of the bench before moving forward on her knees.

“Yeah.”

“What do you think about?” Caroline asked, needing to know what made Bonnie tick, what she wanted, what would make her fall apart.

“Make me come and I’ll tell you.”

Well, and how could she say no to that?

The sound Bonnie made when she flicked her tongue against her clit was satisfying, intoxicating, and she needed to hear it again, to hear more. She bent forward and pressed her palms to Bonnie’s thighs, spreading them wide and swirling her tongue around her entrance before pressing her tongue inside. She paid attention to what made Bonnie cry out, her hands moving to grip Bonnie’s hips and pull her closer to her mouth, and she’d known Bonnie was close when she started, but she still wasn’t prepared for the deliciously harsh jerk of Bonnie’s hand in her hair, the way her pussy pressed against Caroline’s mouth as she rode her tongue, drawing out her high as long as possible.

Bonnie was breathing hard when she came down, leaning back slightly as she caught her breath, and Caroline watched greedily as she ran her tongue over her lips to clean them. “So, how was that?”

“Fishing for compliments?” Bonnie asked, her voice still breathy, thighs twitching when she started to move. “It was amazing.”

“So, about my question.”

“Nope. Shorts off. Now.”

Bonnie’s jaw was set, her eyes staring at Caroline with a look in her eye that made Caroline suddenly feel desperately sensitive for her touch, and she wriggled out of her shorts as fast as possible, discarding them to the side and watching with wide eyes as Bonnie moved to the ground, pushing Caroline flat on her back.

She felt Bonnie’s fingers run down her slit, and her hips jerked, her eyelids fluttering. “Like that?”

“Yes,” Caroline hissed, her back arching as Bonnie’s teeth met her nipple.

While Caroline had tried to go slow, wanted to draw out Bonnie’s moans and gasps for as long as possible, Bonnie seemed to prefer to build her up quickly. “Fuck, Bon.”

“This is what I pictured,” Bonnie said quietly, watching Caroline with greedy eyes as she dragged two fingers around Caroline’s slick entrance before dipping inside. “I wanted you on your back, desperate and loud for me.”

Caroline’s breathing was already ragged as Bonnie hooked her fingers against her walls, moving them around until she found the perfect place to hit to make Caroline’s back arch, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Bonnie,” she whined, her hips jerking as Bonnie fingerfucked her, her nails dragging lightly down her walls as her other hand held Caroline’s hip down against the floor.

“I’ve been thinking about it ever since I overheard you and Katherine in the locker room last year. You were talking about what you liked and I wanted to see it, to make you come the way you like it. Rough and fast. That’s why I thought it was weird that you were going so slow. I thought you might have been joking, but you look so fucking hot like this.”

She’d never taken Bonnie for someone who liked dirty talk, but the day seemed to be full of surprises, and she was totally okay with it. “Keep talking,” she gasped, and Bonnie grinned.

“You like it when I talk to you? Do you want me to tell you all the things I want? Which of my fantasies you star in?”

“Yes,” Caroline whined, her back arching, her high so close, and Bonnie’s other hand snuck under Caroline’s body to lightly press a finger against her back entrance. She shattered, her hands clenching, toes curling, Bonnie’s name falling off of her lips as she clenched around her fingers.

“I think we’ll have to save that for next time,” Bonnie said, bending down to press her lips to Caroline’s.

“Can next time be in the shower?” Caroline asked, her voice teasing despite being totally fine if Bonnie took her seriously.

“Duh.”

[misssophiachase]

Tag Games

Rules: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or as little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on: writing, art, gifsets, whatever.

Tagged by the awesome Nik @princess-of-the-worlds, thanks luv!I'm currently attempting to update all of my multi-chapter fics, so here's an excerpt from two of them (to motivate me faster) and a mini drabble for Madina @arrenemris (it's coming I promise)

Beauty and the Beat

"Just breath, Caroline," the blonde told herself in the mirror. She could hear the buzz from the crowd and knew it was almost time to take the stage with her ex-boyfriend. She'd heard them warming up earlier and they sounded better than ever. He sounded better than ever, his growling vocals causing places to tingle that hadn't done so in a very long time.

She couldn't listen to his music without all of the memories flooding back. They'd lie in bed together, their naked limbs entwined and he'd serenade her softly, his voice sending her to sleep while she cuddled into his chest trying to get as close to him as possible. The media thought he was such a bad boy but with Caroline he was extremely gentle and loving. He'd jokingly told her not to tell the press about it because he wanted to keep his wild reputation in tact.

"Still talking to yourself, I see," a familiar voice uttered. She looked in the mirror's reflection and into his warm, brown eyes.

"Elijah," she grinned, standing up so she could give him a hug. Even after everything had fallen apart with Klaus, Caroline still kept in contact with his eldest and not to mention brooding brother. Klaus used to joke that he'd be jealous if they didn't act so much like ready made siblings.

Spellbound

"You're all useless," Klaus bellowed from the balcony, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. "I thought I made myself clear that you weren't to return until you'd found Caroline."

"That's just the thing," Josh gulped. "We can't find her. We've scoured the entire city but there's no trace of her."

"I'm trying to decide whether you're lazy, incompetent or a mixture of both," he scowled, ceasing his pacing to stare at the vampire. "I suppose it won't matter when I come down there and tear out your liver."

"Now Niklaus," Rebekah interrupted, parting his minions as she made her way through the gathered crowd. "You know I prefer the kidneys."     

Much Ado About Nothing (mini drabble)

"Klaus Mikaelson doesn't even need to act," Katherine observed from the wings. She and Caroline were watching him and his younger brother Kol, who was playing Katherine's love interest Claudio, rehearse centre stage. "He is Benedick."

"Yeah, you've got that right. An arrogant and smug know-it-all," Caroline muttered. "I can't believe I have to kiss him, I mean who knows where those lips have been?"

Klaus had quite the reputation as a ladies man and it was fairly common for his on-stage romances to carry over off-stage. But only for the duration of the production because after that he moved onto his next project and co-star.

Caroline had no interest in being his latest victim.

I have a feeling most people have done this, but tagging (only if you want) @kickassfu @3tinkgemini @ashleigh-jewitt-xx @katieb373 @beautifulstronglight @howeverlongs

[ashleighxx]

Rules: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or as little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on: writing, art, gifsets, whatever. 

Tagged by @supremeuppityone

Klaroline/Charmed fusion

This is like 90% done right now... I have like 1 scene and sort the ending out a bit better than I have done and then its ready... It is basically Caroline and Phoebe becoming fast internet friends and then drama surrounding Mystic Falls Caroline needs to call in a favour from San Fransisco.

Rewrite the past

LOL this one... I have to finish writing Chapter 4... and edit chapter 3. Then i have to actually figure out where to take the rest of the story *hides* 

Heretic Vs Hybrid

I have to start typing chapter 3 and then 4. The rest of the fiction is already mapped out into my note book, i just need motivation and time to get it typed up. Its basically a small pic of Caroline coming back to Mystic Falls after finding out she is a heretic and collides into Klaus and his need for hybrids in the Gym on prank night.

The Storms of The Heart

I am really excited to get started on this fiction... I have 60% of the fiction mapped and planned out in my notebook... I need some more scenes and then to type it..... It is a story of Esther sending Caroline and Came back in time for Klaus to kill, but she didn't send them back enough. Present time Klaus comes to the girls rescue, but with the means to bring one girl back.....

Unnamed Gifset

My attempt at gif making and a soulmate mini drabble to accompany it... Gif is ready, I just need to crack on its the drabble... Heres a sneak peak...

Tagging @3tinkgemini @austennerdita2533 @delerithmoriwen @gooddame @recklessnesspersonified