Okay how about a nerdy kinda girl, into novels and books and shows but takes a lot of time to open up, pretty but not as much as the other girls and well, a bad guy, into the hoties? Basically, how they first meet and who falls first. Thanks!
(I am actually so so sorry with how long this took. I had intense writer’s block.)
1) Once upon a time, because that’s how all the best stories start, there lived a girl. And with every girl, there is a boy. Unless they’re lesbians, but we’re getting off point.
There once was a girl, and she was me.
2) “Oh my god, I am so so so sorry-”
She clutched the pile of overdue books closer to her chest as she ran over to the desk, her mouth still making excuses. “I mean, I read them all, but you know how it is with school, and work-” She stopped as she noticed the new librarian, who was watching her with amusement in his bright green eyes.
Goddamn [—] [—].
3) “Don’t you find it so ironic?”
Her friend shook her head. “Not really.”
“I mean, in order to gain popularity, you lose your happiness. But yet people still act like it will make them happy.”
Her friend flicked through the tractor magazine absent-mindedly. “I know, I know.”
“Would you ever become popular?” She asked, watching her friend closely.
She snorted. “And give up writing FanFiction? No thanks.”
She smiled, not knowing what was really going through her friend’s head.
4) “I guess I’m your tutor.”
He smiled at the small brunette as she pulled out her books. Who knew that the biggest bookworm in the school couldn’t understand economics to save her life?
She frowned at his smile. Who knew that the baddest boy in the school understood economics?
*A reverse on the usual girl tutors boy.*
5) Her brother had always been part of the ‘popular’ squad. He was always nagging her on ‘joining’ them, on leaving her apparent dork friends behind.
She always told him to stick his offer up his ass.
She was a nice person, and she was real. She wasn’t going to give up anything for them.
And apparently, that was a crime.
“Jon, why is everyone here?”
Punishable by forced socialization.
6) “Hey, are you okay?”
“Why shouldn’t I be?”
7) She wasn’t beautiful, but she wasn’t really ugly either. He was actually sort of confused what she was.
She wasn’t like the other girls he dated, beautiful on the outside and insecure on the inside. She seemed pretty confident in her abilities, and shy, but like she wasn’t used to being shy.
She was pretty, he supposed. With her bright red hair and striking grey eyes. An unusual combination that worked for her.
I had a furby when I was 5 and I thought it was the most brilliant thing ever. It learned how to speak spanish and it’s favorite little phrase was “oops i farted” but in spanish. It had a bunch of other little phrases but that one was by far it’s favorite. It would somewhat waddle from time to time which I thought was normal. I had it well over a year but my mom put in storage because she thought it was creepy. About 6 years later, my mother gave the furby to my aunt who was a collector of cute plush toys. Although she wasn’t a fan of the furby, she actually thought it was really ugly, she took it in. 3 months later, she gave us a call and told us the scariest story I had heard up until that point.
She called us and told us one night the furby randomly started talking, demanding to be let out of the box she kept it in. She ended up putting it in a room downstairs and one night she randomly woke up to little pitter patters from downstairs. She looked down and she swore and still swears that to this day she saw it walking around down stairs ( kinda fast tbh) and saying it’s favorite little catchphrase and laughing.
My take on season 5 post episode 15, Gone Girl. Caroline finds herself extremely
sexually frustrated and only Klaus can scratch that itch.
Apologies if this isn’t canon, season 5 was my
least favourite (with the exception of 5x11) so I try not to dwell on it. Also Kol is back and there’s no baby or
Hayley, just because I can! FYI, it’s a little naughty too…
Caroline was sexually frustrated.
There she’d admitted it, but for some reason it didn’t make her feel any less
irritable. For days now, her friends had commented on her unusually moody
behaviour. If they found out the real reason she knew they wouldn’t be so
As recently as the other day Tyler had
another dig about Klaus, she’d fired back, sick of having to defend herself yet
again. She’d carried the guilt about their tryst for far too long and it was
time everyone moved on, after all she had.
Well she thought she had, but as the
days passed Caroline knew she was in deep denial. It was all his fault. He just
had to waltz back into town and ravish her senseless in the woods, thereby
ruining her for everyone else.
She’d had great sex before, or at
least she thought she had, but the chemistry between them was electric. So much
so that round one quickly became round four. Each time was better than the
last. As much as she hated to admit it, when it came to Klaus her appetite was
Memories of Klaus haunted her wherever
she went, Caroline could still feel those smooth, crimson lips feathering
kisses down the length of her neck, brushing over her collar bone and teasing
her along the swell of her breasts.
Every single moment was playing on a
loop in her head which didn’t help when she was trying to concentrate in class
or solve the latest vampire drama. With Katherine finally gone she had nothing
left to focus on except for just how good it felt when he ripped off her top
and pinned her against that tree.
There was only one way she was going
to get him out of her head and that involved an impromptu trip to New Orleans.
Sure, they were never supposed to see each other again and after this time she
fully intended on keeping that promise.
“Miss Forbes?” Elijah asked, peering
curiously at her from the doorway.
“Good morning Elijah,” she replied cordially sending her most dazzling smile. The well dressed Original seemed to command a formal response. “How are you?”
“I’m well, although very surprised to
see you here.”
“Well, let’s just say Klaus was in
town recently and we have some unfinished business,” she said coming straight
to the point. If she didn’t get any action now it could get really ugly and she
actually liked Elijah and felt like he didn’t deserve her sex-starved wrath.
“Oh yes,” he murmured sadly. “I heard
about Katherine.” Caroline was silent unsure of what to say in this situation,
she knew they’d been close. “I would have come myself but…”
“I’m sure she understood,” she
bluffed, as much as she wanted to sympathise with him now wasn’t really the
best time. Maybe after she’d had some hot sex, then they could talk about his
“I hope so,” he agreed. Damn, now he
was really laying on the guilt.
“So about your brother?” She prodded
thinking just how insensitive she was being. Caroline decided to blame it on
her raging hormones.
“He’s upstairs actually, probably
still sleeping. I can let him know you’re here.”
“Oh, his bedroom will be fine.” she
replied hastily, licking her lips in anticipation. That would definitely do for
what she had planned.
“Oh I meant, I wouldn’t want you to go
to any trouble for me,” she stuttered trying to cover for being so direct. “I’m
sure he wouldn’t mind me interrupting.”
“Okay,” Elijah bit out, obviously
trying to understand what exactly was happening. “Then by all means, come in,
his bedroom is on the first floor, third door to the left.”
“Thank you Elijah,” she grinned,
thinking she was that much closer to relief. She hurried up the stairs thinking
about exactly what she wanted to do to him, and him to her. She was in such a
trance that she almost ran into the blonde coming down the stairs.
“Caroline?” Rebekah asked, obviously
perplexed. “What are you doing here?” Seriously what was with the inquisition?
“I, uh, came to see your brother,” she
“Why?” Caroline had to stop herself
from rolling her eyes, what was it with this family and their incessant questions.
“When he was in Mystic Falls, he left
something behind, so I’m just returning it,” she said, thinking how lame that
sounded, but it was the best she could come up with in her frustrated state.
“What did he leave behind?” She asked
cocking her left eyebrow curiously, obviously Caroline wasn’t the only one who
could see through her poor excuse.
“It was…” she stalled trying to wrack
her brain for something plausible. “His favourite pen.”
“Yes, apparently it’s hundreds of
years old and he’s quite attached to it,” she lied, before realising her actual meaning.
“What were you doing with his pen?”
Caroline had to stop herself from laughing thinking about his real “pen”, which
had been very useful for her needs.
“I didn’t have one and he offered to,
ah, lend me his,” she offered, again trying not to lose her composure. “I
really should go and give it back.”
“Yes, you’d better,” Rebekah snorted continuing
on her way downstairs. Caroline rolled her eyes thinking that if they didn’t
ask all these stupid questions she wouldn’t have to give stupid answers.
After reaching the landing, Caroline
strode down the hallway knowing her destination was in sight.
“Caroline, love,” a thick English
accent called out from the other end of the hallway. This place was like bloody
Grand Central Station.
“Caroline is sufficient,” she drawled
watching as Kol approached, his eyes washing over her briefly. “Long time no
see, I’m sorry, you know, about that whole dying thing.”
“Not one of my best moments,” he
replied shrugging his shoulders. “How is my favourite saucy witch?” Now she was
apparently playing match maker, why couldn’t they just let her be.
“I’m not sure Bonnie wouldn’t
appreciate you referring to her like that,” she shot back, eyeing his door that
was within her reach.
“She’s saucy and a witch, I certainly
didn’t misrepresent her,” he joked. “So what are you doing here?”
“I had something I needed to tell
Klaus straight away,” she stumbled, sick of having to disguise her bootie call.
“Oh really?” He asked his right
eyebrow cocking curiously.
“Yes, really,” she reiterated.
“Anything I should know?”
“Well how about I tell your brother
and then he can let you know,” she rambled, really wishing he lived by himself
and without his nosy siblings who obviously loved to ask questions.
“Good luck with that,” he
drawled. “You know he’s like a bear with a sore head in the morning, even I wouldn’t dare wake him up.”
“I’ll take my chances,” she muttered,
thinking he better be thankful for her morning wake-up call, she’d worn her
best lingerie after all.
“Well it’s your funeral.”
She paused for a moment before pushing
open his door, she wasn’t sure a knock would get her the welcome she wanted.
The room was dark, apart from the light streaming through from the crack
between his curtains.
Caroline could make out his large king
sized bed and the outline of his figure under the sheets. Suddenly she wasn’t quite sure what to do or
say for that matter. Telling him she wanted to do naughty things didn’t seem to
hold the same weight as it did in her head.
She faltered, unable to explain what
it was she wanted. Caroline had always been a words person, but right now she
knew actions were going to be her best friend. She crept towards the bed, her
face lighting up slightly at the sight before her.
Klaus was lying on his back, his hair
rumpled, his chest bare and a slight grin on his crimson lips. From experience,
Caroline knew she could make him smile even more than that.
She removed her dress quickly, leaving
it in a puddle on the floor beneath her and crawling onto the bed. The movement
seemed to disturb his slumber and Klaus fluttered open his eyes slowly. It only took a
moment for him to realise what exactly was happening.
“Am I dreaming?” He asked his voice full of sleep.
“Only if you want to be,” she replied
confidently straddling him.
“Nothing’s better than the real thing,”
he growled, moving into action and flipping her over so she was pinned beneath
him. Caroline wasn’t quite sure what happened but all she knew was she liked
him taking charge. “What took you so long love?”
“A few Mystic Falls dramas and some judgy
friends,” she explained. “But I’m here now, aren’t I?”
“Yes you are,” he sighed, his blue
eyes taking in every inch of her skin. “Red is my favourite colour you know.”
“I figured,” she answered thinking about blood, as he
devoured every curve.
“Pity you won’t be wearing it long,”
he growled, unsnapping her lacy bra and watching her creamy breasts spring free
“I really don’t mind,” she grinned as
he set upon her, running his mouth across her chest and settling on her right
nipple. She moaned, the feeling of him massaging her with his tongue too much
to bear. His other hand was left free to move dangerously south.
It didn’t take him long to dispose of
her panties and before she knew it he was dipping his fingers inside her as she
bucked her hips towards him in response. Caroline wasn’t sure what was better,
his tongue on her nipple or his fingers massaging her dripping wet centre.
She groaned instinctively unable to
help herself as the sensations reverberated throughout her body making her
insides feel like they were on fire. How could he make her come repeatedly,
then still make her beg for more? Klaus had skills, and Caroline intended on
taking advantage of each and every one of them.
Caroline arched her back allowing the
sensations to overcome her one by one. She groaned in pleasure unable to hold
it in any longer, she noticed Klaus grinning in response. Damn him for being so cocky as usual.
He manoeuvred quickly, shedding his
pants so that his growing erection was pressing into her leg. He slid into her
slowly, it was easy because she was just that wet.
Klaus rallied into action, pushing into
her slowly at first, but gaining speed and force with every thrust. Caroline
wasn’t sure how long she could hold on, her desire for him had been building
for weeks. She leaned in and as the sensations overtook her Caroline whimpered
in pleasure, trying to contain her arousal but knowing it would only be a
matter of time before she was calling his name.
His thrusts became sharper and faster
and Caroline cried out knowing her release was imminent, she could tell from
Klaus that he was feeling the same. She pulled him close and dug her
fingernails into his back preparing for climax. It all seemed to happen at once
as she tightened around him and a delicious haze descended upon her.
It was only after they’d laid in each
other’s arms fully sated and content that they eventually gathered their thoughts.
“I didn’t think I’d ever see you
again,” he murmured.
“I was bored,” she lied her head placed
comfortably on his broad chest.
“Oh really?” He asked curiously. “I
don’t know many people that would come this far from boredom.”
“You’d be surprised,” she shot back,
thinking what terrible excuses she was coming up with today.
“So if I were to believe you, what
could I do to relieve your boredom?”
“Exactly what you’ve been doing,” she
replied too scared to look at him and give away her true feelings.
“So you don’t want to do any
sightseeing, New Orleans has a lot to offer.”
“No I think your bedroom has all the attractions I need,” she smiled deviously, as she began to leave a trail of kisses up
“No arguments here.”
“Oh and by the way I borrowed you pen,” she explained. “You know, if anyone asks.”
“I think you more than borrowed it love,” he chuckled pulling her closer for the next round.