delightfullysunny  asked:

7 or 118. Thanks!!🙂

Thanks luv!!! I did number seven for now - “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” Hope you like it!


Cheer practice had been intense, given she was the slave driving captain, as they liked to call her, that was hardly surprising. But they weren’t going to win the upcoming inter school championships if they were slack. Plus, the thought of wiping that smug smile off rival captain Hayley Marshall’s face was an added incentive.

Caroline was driving home, dusk was falling and the sky had darkened considerably meaning the rain would be coming soon. At least she’d be home before it did. She turned up the stereo, singing along loudly with Taylor Swift about trouble.

She was broken from her thoughts by a loud bang, the car began to shudder and she briefly lost control of her steering veering closely onto the other side of the road. Her heart was racing and the adrenaline coursing through her body but Caroline managed to pull over and stop on the roadside.  Luckily her mother had taught her how to handle her car if the tire blew out.

She groaned loudly, hitting her fist on the steering wheel multiple times in frustration. She was stuck all alone with a busted tire in a secluded area of the road with a storm imminent.

“Just great,” she muttered, hoping her spare was actually useable.  

Before she could cut her engine and get out to inspect the damage a car parked behind her. She checked her rearview mirror, noticing a lone figure approaching. Why did this feel like she was the star of her very own horror movie all of a sudden? If Caroline wanted to escape she had no chance given her current dilemma.

She watched as he edged closer, and from this view she could make out his familiar dark, blonde curls and crimson lips.  

“Evening, love,” he uttered, peering in the window. It was Klaus Mikaelson, resident out cast and all round bad boy. Mothers everywhere lived in fear that their wholesome daughters would fall prey to his charms, Liz included. “Nice music.” He quipped, sarcastically.

“That’s the first thing you’re going to say to me?” She huffed, killing the engine.

“I did wish you a good evening,” he grinned, those dimples making an appearance.  “Although judging by your current predicament, I’d assume it isn’t so good.”

“Did you just stop by to gloat, Mikaelson?” Caroline growled, opening her door and causing him to step back slightly.  It was hard to ignore just how good he looked in that fitted, black henley and dark jeans.   

“Gloat, change your tire,” he explained. “Same thing really.” Caroline rolled her eyes, pushing past so that she could open her trunk and get the spare.

“I’m perfectly capable of changing a tire,” she drawled, pulling it out.

As she inspected her broken tire, the rain had begun to fall slowly and Caroline couldn’t believe her luck. Klaus, meanwhile, was glancing at her from the other side of the car, that smug smirk plastered on his face. 

“What? I can tell you want to say something. So come on, just say it.”

“You might need a jack,” he offered. Caroline didn’t reply just stomped back to the trunk to find a jack. Maybe she’d never used one before but she figured she’d get the hang of it, eventually. 

She rummaged through the contents of the trunk, unable to locate it. Maybe if she knew what one looked like, it might help. She felt his body move up behind her, his arm grazing her skin as he pulled out what she assumed was the jack.

“I think this might be what you’re looking for,” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath tickling her earlobe in the process.

She turned around slowly, her heart racing as she took him in. His chest was mere inches from hers and his gaze unwavering. She couldn’t miss the way he licked his lips in anticipation. The water was falling heavier now but Caroline couldn’t move from her spot if she tried.

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy,” she murmured. Klaus dropped the jack and placed his arms on either side of the trunk so she was trapped between him and her car.

“Says the Head Cheerleader, Class President and all-round good girl. I suppose that would explain your reluctance to tell anyone about us.“ 

Caroline sent him a knowing smile and looped her arms around his shoulders, playing with a stray, wet curl at the nape of his neck while she took in his scent. One she always missed when they were apart.  

“I’m not that good and you know it,” she smirked, cocking her left eyebrow.

“Pretending we don’t know each other in public and role playing is fun for a while but I’d much prefer everyone knowing that you’re my girl, Caroline.“ 

“You forget my mother is the local sheriff and she carries a gun.”

“And apparently I’m the bad guy? You know I’m beginning to think you’re ashamed of me, love,” Klaus teased, although Caroline could detect the raw vulnerability in his voice.  

“It’s not that, believe me,” she promised.

“So, what is it then?” She paused; it had been something weighing on her mind but Caroline was too embarrassed to say. “Oh come on, we’ve been together three months, surely you can tell me.”

“I’m scared.”

“Why? Because I’m such a bad guy?” He scoffed.

“You are not a bad guy,” she insisted. “I want to tell everyone, I couldn’t care less what they think.”


“I love the fact you want people to know about us but I guess I just need to know this is really serious for you,” she murmured, her eyes cast downward. He placed his finger under her chin and pulled it upwards so she couldn’t avoid his gaze.  “My ex hurt me and I…”

“You are not comparing me to Stefan and his hair right now?” He baulked. “Did you ever wonder how I found you here?” Now that he mentioned it, Caroline wasn’t sure. They didn’t have plans to catch up tonight. “It’s because I was following you.”

“You realise stalking is illegal in all fifty states right?” She grinned. “Including ours.”

“I’m trying to be serious here, love,” Klaus chided. “I knew there was a storm coming and I wanted to make sure you got home safe after practice. If that doesn’t prove just how much I love you then I don’t know what does.” Caroline was silent for a moment, processing what he’d said.

“You love me,” she squeaked in disbelief. It wasn’t like she didn’t want to hear his confession, she just wasn’t expecting it. “Really?”

“I believe that’s what I just said. I was kind of hoping you’d return my sentiments instead of asking so many questions.”

Caroline didn’t respond, just leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss began softly at first as he massaged her mouth before dipping his tongue into her warmth. Caroline moaned against him knowing that even with the distance between them at times she would never get tired of that feeling.

They were soaked by now but neither cared, too lost in their kisses to really worry about the weather. Caroline eventually pulled away, albeit reluctantly. “I love you too.”

“Glad to hear it, love,“ he smiled.

“How about you help me with this tire and come home with me for dinner.”

“As much as I’d like to boast about the fact that you need my help with the tire I’m far too distracted by your invitation. Dinner? You mean with your mother? Like tonight?”

“Don’t tell me the resident bad boy is scared of my mom?”

“Hell yeah, I don’t have a death wish.and you were the one who reminded me about her gun,” he shot back. “I don’t think turning up soaking wet is really going to impress your mom. How about we do this gradually, we have plenty of time, right? I don’t have any plans on going anywhere.”

"What a coincidence,” she smiled. “Me too.” Her lips were on his again, the rain or the busted tire not concerning her in the slightest bit because they were in love.



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So you know when you start something fun for destressing (this totally rocking blog for example) but then life unexpectedly takes a turn, and you can’t to the thing when you need to most?

Well that’s me today. I’ve just had so much stuff unloaded onto me that I’m going to be taking a short break from literally everything but school and work.

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