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Fuck.

Fuck.

Matt. Tyler, Meredith. Fuck.

“I literally don’t know how to react to this,” he says, and really — haven’t they made it through a thousand things already, and aren’t they bound to have holed up somewhere safe, and would appear any minute? But they haven’t, so maybe they won’t. Alaric rubs his temples. Should have seen that coming. Should have guessed… no, should have assumed that Mystic Falls was on a Hellmouth, the way the place was.

And no, the witches won’t be able to hold it forever.

“They need to get out of there,” Alaric says. “As fucked up as it is, we can’t afford less witches in the world. And I hate to be a selfish asshole but losing Bonnie isn’t part of any plan I could go along with.” He hopes she is okay. Of everyone he Alaric knows, she is the least likely to try to save herself. It doesn’t bode well for her longevity.

He barely hears her question, but forces his brain back into gear.

“I think it’s more likely that the Hellmouth knows what to whisper to make it hard for anyone to want to keep it closed,” he says, though… lies that hold a kernel of truth are the most effective lies, and Alaric knows it. “Bt the truth is, I don’t know. I’ve spent the last couple of years studying everything I can about Hellmouths, but as little as there is, it’s mostly first-person reports, guesses, and conjecture based on fuck-all. In Mystic? I’ll admit, I think it could be a gateway to the other side. But that doesn’t mean Liz is there. Doesn’t mean that anything Bonnie has heard is real.” He rubs his forehead. Fuck breakfast. Alaric loses his appetite about as often as bigs tap-dance but this seems like a ripe moment.

“Have you spoken to the others? Is there any kind of plan? I’ll get in a car right now, if you think I can do anything at all.”

Shooting, punching, or being a smartass to a Hellmouth doesn’t sound that effective, but he’s willing to try.

                "Ric... they're trying to keep the hell dimension from swallowing ours." he doesn't know what he's saying. He can't possibly. If he's studied the ins and outs of Hellmouth nature, this is something he should know but Caroline said Bonnie's name, and she knows that must have short-circuited something in Ric's logic, "If the witches break rank, we won't have a world."

This is a lot to lay on someone she hasn't seen for so long. Lebanon is all work, she's come to realize that in her short visit, but she's noticed something else, too --- they have lives. Busy lives, but lives as close to normal as she's seen in a group of hunters in a long time. They're a family, of sorts. They tell dumb jokes. They cook meals, drive out on hunting trips. Watch Netflix. Happily pair off at the end of a long day. It's in the way they still smile so easily. The real war hasn't made it to Kansas, yet.

        Thank goodness for small miracles, because it gives her hope that when they've finally dealt with Mystic Falls once and for all, she might have a place here. That there might be a home at the end of this stupid painbow she’s been living in, a place with more than walls. Caroline's a social creature, and the truth is that she misses her best friends. She misses her family. A family that's gone, dust, save for her. The last living Mystic Falls Forbes. How dreadful a thought.

Caroline misses a lot. Having someone there to confide in, be comforted by, when the world goes numb on you. A life, maybe even a life with Stefan if he can manage to pull his head out of his ass for a hot minute and notice she's still by his side.

               "You're human, Ric, and I won't risk you out there in harm's way, but there is something you can do." she finally looks up from her coffee, worried and it shows, "We need Willow. Buffy." and not Faith, because there's a limit to what Caroline can put up with, and she's too exhausted to watch Stefan try to climb back into his Slayer's good graces. She swallows the want to voice that and tries to stay on track, "And we need weapons. Research."

Once a dork || Alaric & Caroline

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Men are stubborn || Caroline & Sam

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               Caroline slowly looks up from her hands, all the weight of what Sam just said turning her expression into pained interest. So that’s why no one’s been to Mystic Falls in years? That’s why everyone’s so surprised to hear anything, at all, is going wrong elsewhere. She almost looks confused, but she’s not, “Wait, did you just say Lebanon’s a Hellmouth?”

                             This is their life. It’s a realization that no one wants to let sink in, but here it is. The forever war against the darkness won’t ever be won, ever.

She’s for a moment, trying to take it all in, “Sam, I thought all the other Hellmouths were closed? How are there two in America at the same… what’s happening?”

Two? Oh god. She doesn’t know and, yeah. Probably because they’ve been so busy with Lebanon that nobody ever got word to Mystic Falls that the freaking apocalypse is coming.

Sam looks guilty as shit over it, too. He sighs, “Care…uh, it’s not just Lebanon. I mean, we didn’t know about Mystic Falls but. Well. Beacon Hills is a Hellmouth, too. And Brooklyn.”

He tries to get up by himself and he does, it just hurts like hell and it looks like it hurts like hell. Vampire blood heals pretty fast, but Sam’s still sore, “Come on. Let’s get you back to the bunker. There’s something you need to see.”

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But you’re human now. Do you know what that means? - It means I get to grow old with my best friend.

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“Oh, god… “ Sam’s listening so hard that it actually looks painful. Like the weight of the loss is suddenly on his shoulders and, yeah, it pretty much is. Mystic Falls wasn’t ever a home, he barely spent any time there. The people, though. The irreplaceable people who fought so hard to keep it going… he can’t not do something.

He listens and slowly nods, ”Right, earthquakes… that’s how it happens, only. Well, usually the earthquakes start months before anything big? I mean, we’ve got a hellmouth in Lebanon and it’s been rumbling for, like… four years.“

               Caroline slowly looks up from her hands, all the weight of what Sam just said turning her expression into pained interest. So that's why no one's been to Mystic Falls in years? That's why everyone's so surprised to hear anything, at all, is going wrong elsewhere. She almost looks confused, but she’s not, “Wait, did you just say Lebanon’s a Hellmouth?”

                             This is their life. It’s a realization that no one wants to let sink in, but here it is. The forever war against the darkness won’t ever be won, ever.

She's for a moment, trying to take it all in, "Sam, I thought all the other Hellmouths were closed? How are there two in America at the same... what's happening?"

Men are stubborn || Caroline & Sam

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[text]: Unless you have other plans for the night, of course.  [text]: In which case, the thigh-highs might fit me. 

[text]: Plans? Nothing I can’t put off. ;)

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is caroline jealous of faith???? any verse bc omg they're gonna kill each other xD

            Boy, howdy, is Caroline jealous of Faith. They seem to be on par with each other, jealousy-wise. Over stupid, old Stefan ( @destroyedbyguilt ) in two verses. Over stupid, old Ric ( @allroundlostcause ) in another.

They both see the other as an interloper, coming into their life and taking it away. They're both right, too. Honestly, as much as Faith adores Stefan, she was never going to end up with him. As much as Ric would have been better for Caroline, she's not meant to end up with him, either.

     Both women have incredibly hard-tack self-loathing. Both easily made jealous. Caroline's a perky, well-off little blonde, and that's enough to make Faith see red. Faith's a well-endowed, doe-eyed brunette who commands attention and Caroline's been there, done that and has the tshirt.

             Truthfully, neither's really taken anything from the other. I think they're just so worried that history will repeat itself, that it's hard for them to realize they ended up with the loves of their lives and it's because of each other, not in spite of each other.

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I know this is a hard day for you, and I know it’s not the same as getting roses from Stefan. But happy 14th of February. The girls and I thought we’d make a very not-romantic cake and see if we can put a smile on your face. Smile optional, I promise.

Love, 

Ric, Josie and Lizzie xoxoo

            You guys are... amazing, you know that? Yes, it's hard to be without my husband and it's sad, but you know what? It's never lonely. I love you guys so much. Thank you.

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@craccola: 😜

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Lilah looked at her as she brushed herself off a little. “It’s fine and I get it this place is huge,I’ve been doing the same kind of…I’m Lilah by the way.” She said with a smile.

Faith still insisted she be under house arrset which left Lilah little to do other than wander around the bunker.

                "Oh, Caroline, hi," she takes a long glance around them. The ceilings are amazing, the detailing around the edges and the faint smell of dried blood used to paint the wardings make for an interesting mix, "It really is. I was actually en route to the kitchen and I think I got a little turned around."

New Girl? | | Lilah & Caroline

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Alaric laughs. Right. “You should have become an actress,” he says, pouring himself a cup of coffee, and one for Caroline, too. “Though I gotta admit, I wondered myself, a few times, since I found out about —”

Except she’s not laughing.

“Are you serious?”

Funny. He hates knowing the Grill is gone, there are so many good memories there — the school, too, for different reasons. Locker 42, down under the ground somewhere. His loft, whatever, it hadn’t felt like home since the weekend he and Damon had scrubbed blood out of the floorboards. The Lockwood mansion, beautiful as it is. Mystic Falls is too pretty to be lost.

But Alaric is thinking about the people. Mostly those whose names he didn’t even know. The librarian he’d spoken to about book repair from time to time. The guy he boxed at the gym, from time to time. The children who he passed on their way to school in the mornings.

“Fuck.” Of course, now he has a thousand new questions. Is the Hellmouth there because of the werewolves and vampires who first made Mystic Falls their home a thousand years ago, or did they make their home there because the Hellmouth drew them in?

“Did they manage to evacuate many people? I’m glad you guys made it out. Which, by the way — how did you get out?”

                  She should have been an actress. Or a firefighter, or a chicken farmer, or literally anything that might have taken her out of Mystic Falls for good. Anything, at all, to lift this burden off of her because she hasn't just lost people, she hasn't just lost her home. Caroline Forbes is, somehow, the designated apocalypse crier.

She's the one who comes to tell you that your world has come crashing down, and the weight of that is starting to take it's toll.

        Caroline takes the cup he's offering, and a seat he's not. The kitchen table's dragged and pock marked, it looks like someone had a knife fight on it. They probably did. It's something interesting to look at, so she doesn't have to look at Ric.

"We didn't. Not all of us," she has to pause, uses her coffee as an excuse, "We didn't have time, there was no evacuation. The humans weren't fast enough. I'm not sure about the werewolves, but there are literally none accounted for and it’s been over a month. We think Tyler... Dr. Fell and Matt. We tried to get people out, but there aren't enough of us and it happened so fast. The witches are trying to hold it in, but they can't contain it forever. Honestly, we don't even know what's left in there. Or who... Bonnie said she sometimes sees silhouettes at the tree line or hears people she knows whispering to her through the force field."

                     There's a long pause, the kind that worries you because you know something's coming. Caroline folds her bottom lip into her mouth and takes a breath, she needs it, "She said she heard my mom calling me. Ric, my mom died almost three years ago. She wasn’t human, and we think... the hell dimension that opened might be The Other Side. Is that even possible?"

Once a dork || Alaric & Caroline

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Top 10 Kisses (as voted by my followers) 07. Stefan and Caroline in 8x02 “I want you to marry me.”

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Mission Improbable || Stefan & Caroline

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                  "Okay, so we'll find another way," Caroline's trying to be optimistic. Making coffee in seventy-year-old percolator she found in the Men of Letter's spartan kitchen. She doesn't know how to use this thing, but that's a plus. She's stressed and she needs to occupy her mind so she doesn't lose it in a full-on panic attack.

The coffee's bubbling up in the glass knob on the lid, and she has to hope that's supposed to happen, "There are other witches in Lebanon. We just have to convince them to..." but her expression drops, and her own bubbly determination falters, "Leave their homes and families, travel halfway across the country and probably die fighting an entire dimension." Caroline sighs and brushes her wrist against her forehead, "Right."

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"Gone… wait, Mystic Falls was a hellmouth? Oh god,” his sigh is shaky, only partially from pain. He knew something was up with that town, but a hellmouth… not that it would surprise him. He passes his hands over his hair and tenses them at the back of his neck, pulling forward as his head leans back because he can feel the stress in his shoulders, “Is everyone… I mean. Elena? Jer... did we lose anybody?”

He doesn’t know it, but even Sam’s forgetting Matt.

Sam tries to stand, but he can’t so he just slumps against the wall to let the vampire blood do it’s job, “Some. Um. Kennedy’s here, Buffy and Faith but, uh… Care. Buffy’s pretty out of practice. I mean, she’s still Buffy but I haven’t even seen her slay a vampire since she’s been back.”

                "My sentiments, pretty much, exactly." Caroline's exhausted, more by the topic and all the sick, props her cheek up in the palm of her hand, elbow resting on her knee, "Jeremy's fine. He wasn't even in town when..."

It's been a horrible few years. Once Damon was gone, their battered little band of brothers slowly scattered to the wind. There are things, big things, that she's had to face alone, but this... Caroline gently wrings one of her wrists in her hand, like she's trying to sooth arthritis, "We lost Matt. Tyler." she sighs, it's shallow and almost painful, "Family, friends. We didn't see it coming, there was an earthquake then... Sam, we need help."

Men are stubborn || Caroline & Sam

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“Yes, I do want to be your friend. I want to be your best friend in the entire world.” - Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

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get to know me meme: [2/15] male characters; Stefan Salvatore, The Vampire Diaries

“Even in death, your heart is pure, Stefan. That will be your curse.”