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[certifiedceraunophile]

Hi! A fan of your writing here. I just love the way you write Caroline. An Avoidable Heart is my comfort fic and I am constantly in awe with the way you write and craft the dynamics in that story. Caroline's inner monologue is just priceless and God! I just love that intro scene where Caroline is walking into the Mikaelson compound with vampires and hybrids in the surrounding ready to pounce on her.

I would love to hear how you would have visualized Caroline crossing over into TO or not? Like in what season and why? How it would have likely gone?

Thank you!

First of all lovely anon gimme a moment to breathe, asdfghjkl why are people so lovely 😭😭🥺✨ It means sooo much to me that you’d take the time to jump into my inbox and send these kind words, like please I’m not worthyyyyy, But you make me smile and feel really freaking warm so *handcuffs your hand to mine* you aint leaving 💖✨💞🙃

But OK ALSO oh my god dude THAT CAROLINE WALTZS INTO THE COMPOUND AND TAKES ON A COUPLE HUNDRED VAMPIRES BY HERSELF SCENE???? Ughhhhh I’m sorry but I have SUCH a boner for Caroline in that, like my badass -I admit kinda op- QUEEN IS HERE and she’s fucking shit up, I’m sorry but I love that scene so much it’s so dear to me I was killing myself over how self-indulgent and grossly Over powered Caroline is but like idgaf man it’s such a hot scene and Caroline is practically invincible and we just love to see that, so seriously lovely anon, you telling me you LOVE that scene??? Puts the biggest smile on my face and reassures me a LOT bc I was whining and cribbing over how absolutely unbalanced that scene is to literally everyone BUT LIKE YOU JUMPING OUT OF NOWHERE and pointing that exact scene UGHH…...meant to fucking be the both of us 💖💞✨

And ALSO Caroline’s monologue is quite honestly the easiest inner monologue out of the three voices I wrote for that work, Klaus’s is the real pain in the ass tbvh like it is NOT easy writing pretentious besotted losers with a Kardashian complex especially when you need to make them sound cool when they’re the lamest OP dude bros to ever exist - and no I don’t hate Klaus although I seem to try my darndest to convince ppl I do- I just personally believe that a feral fucker like that with a thousand years of existence under his belt can grow a pair and graduate from his kindergarten level of emotional maturity to adult sometime soon, But then on the flipside he’s so grossly adorkably smitten and feral for Caroline plus hella horny for her all the time that its usually easy to write the trashed and devoted idiot he is into something pretentious and powerful and potent when relating to his unflappable arrogance and his narcissism, but sometimes I also need him to be *deep* and ffs profound for the sake of the plot and jfc my muse just wont work with me on that, she’s like I’m sorry I’m not about to bust my ass to make this mongrel intelligible like no sir all I wanna do is make him uncomfortably horny for Caroline and leave him like that.

So smh yeah the struggle is real….but lmao Caroline is just so precious and fiercely protective and just so achingly lonely in that story, so desperate for connection and trust and intimacy yet so guarded and impervious to everyone like it hurts me to write her like that but it really challenges me as an author to balance out her inherent light with the “void” I create in her and through her, so yeah it’s a very fulfilling task and I wouldnt change it one bit, and also I had to balance out her physical op-ness w half a millennium of the ugliest emotional trauma lol so I guess that figures, but the point being….once again I am overjoyed knowing that you liked a facet of the story that I tried so hard to make as authentically Caroline and achingly real and moving as I can and I cannot possibly feel more accomplished than rn for it so ty ty ty ty for reaching out to me and telling me *tackle hugs* It makes me GIDDY knowing that you enjoyed that particular part of the story like ugh stab me please you're too sweet.

And ok NOW, coming to The Originals part of the ask, (also please note that when I say TO headcanon; Hope does not exist, Hayley is a dead in a ditch and ofc Klaus will stop being that lil bitch they tried to pawn off as Klaus in TO) 

HEADCANON 1

Honestly my biggest headcanon when it comes to TO crossovers somehow always include non-humanity!Caroline like it’s just so perfect to me?? The opportunity to make shit BLOW UP b/w them like imagine the DEBAUCHERY, the heat, the SEXUAL TENSION, the repression of one Klaus Mikaelson, the EXPLORATIONS, and omg the role reversal when Klaus has to be the voice of moral reason between them and not bc he believes Caroline would not be able to stand herself if she does something heinous and monstrous but bc he wants her to be completely and utterly herself, and yk *aware*, when she DECIMATES ppl to the ground and is in full-on predator mode, like he wants her monster to come out and play with him when no part of Caroline is locked away or suppressed, so obviously when she is w/o her humanity KLAUS exercises restraint on her behalf, like can you imagine that, Klaus restraining himself and being the vague, extremely broken and just largely inaccurate moral compass between the two of them for ALL the wrong reasons- and the entirety of NOLA just standing there watching him herd this baby vampire who seems to be intent on riling him up and angering him when all she is doing is giving him a massive hybrid hard on, like IMAGINE THE GOODNESS of non-humanity Caroline wrecking NOLA and Klaus letting her wreck it bc he is helpless in the face of Caroline Forbes and also bc he is quite honestly *enjoying* the debauchery himself so why put a damper on the festivities.

-I might wanna add that I favour this headcanon a lot bc I genuinely do not even remotely *like* the idea of NOLA as Klaus's chosen place to set his roots so like I would love Caroline going to NOLA and destroying everything there just bc I detest NOLA and the storyline behind it in TO. (yes is it petty? Obvi, but like I am a petty soul and I make no apologies ma’am)

HEADCANON 2

So yeah that’s my main TO headcanon, but my other one being, one I talk about very frequently, scream about in tag rants to an obsessive level, and like this is a cracky one but still very valid, where Caroline rolls up to NOLA humanity intact and all, finds Hayley preggo and is just laughing her fucking ass off bc anybody ANYBODY, with half a brain and a two minute convo w klaus would know how UTTERLY stupid the entire baby shit is especially when it’s with an immemorable one night stand, and Caroline’s just losing her shit about how like an entire city is obssessed w this baby and she just straight up tells Klaus he’d SUCK as a dad (which he really does tho like he was a shitty fucking dad canonically too) and Klaus is just like *sigh* girl tell me about it. I mean basically he’s finally relieved that someone is on his side about the whole baby thing and how he definitely does not want his entire millennium of life to finally sum up to this one squalling leaking stinky infant/unicorn Hayley is apparently baking in her oven, and I say this headcanon is cracky bc klaus would never have put up w this mess long enough for Caroline to come in and sort it out, there’s this preferred method of disposal of his called heart ripping that would've been employed quite early on and honestly saved us all a lot of brain cells and minused years of life, bc let’s be real any Klaus who’s NOT a lil snivelling bitch wearing a Klaus skinsuit would’ve yeeted the baby and the mama first chance he got, and that’s just how I see it.

Lmao I really hope I didnt scare you away w my *strong* opinions Ik they can be a bit much but I enjoy having them so theyre not going anywhere, anyways this ask answer got WAYYYY too long but I’m hoping I answered your question well with this or atleast left you slightly confused and bemused over my feral screaming....either ways I’m really really really happy to have got your ask and the chance to rant so much bs, Twas cathartic and honestly I had nothing to do today so I was more than happy to dish this baby out for you. Thank you so much sweet anon for putting a smile on my face today I am absolutely HONOURED by your words you’sa cutie 💖💞✨🗣🗣

#first of all #LONG POST #second #I did rant a LOTTTT more than what was prolly expected but lmao am I sorry? #no #anyway so those are my general drivel-tastic thoughts straight from glitter graveyard brain #hope you enjo navigating through so much bs anon #and I hope someone puts a smile on your face that's as large and bright as the one you've put on mine today #anon asks #ask certified ceraunophile #anti the orginals #tvd headcanons #tvd #klaroline #anon youre the sweetest #shakes hand cuffed hand #you stuck w me lovely #💞💞

[givemethatgold]

Rescued pt. 4

Summary:  After Bucky comes to your aid in a moment of panic you extend an invitation to family dinner. Neither of you could have foreseen how this small act of kindness would alter you, and your life, forever.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Warnings: Swearing, drinking, fluff Word Count: 1232

Author’s Note: This is just pure family fun and fluff. It’s all going somewhere, I promise. @bxckytrxsh continues to support me and cheer me on and this will probably only get finished because of her.

Previously

Bucky smiled and the previous concern in his gaze shifted to something softer. The air around the two of you suddenly felt charged and you were desperately trying to remind yourself that your guest (and apparent boyfriend) was a complete stranger.

Your first mistake was glancing at his lips. They were parted and you watched in beautiful agony as his tongue darted out to wet them. Mistake number two was looking back up into his eyes; they were swimming with so many emotions it made your head spin. Longing, fear, lust, restraint.

You kissed him, not caring if it was mistake number three.

You and Bucky eventually made your way back into the living room where everyone had congregated. Your dad was handing out dirty martinis, his specialty, and Jack was trying to get flames going in your neglected fireplace.

You made your way to the loveseat in the corner, knowing that it was poorly lit, hoping the shadows would help hide your appearance. Hair messed from Bucky’s hands running through it, lips swollen from the surprisingly passionate kisses, and cheeks red from the rasp of Bucky’s stubble.

No one gave you a second glance so you thought you had made it home free, then Bucky entered the room and made himself comfortable next to you on the impossibly small couch.  Were there other places to sit? Yes. Did you appreciate all the smirking and side-eyeing from your family members? No. Did Bucky’s scent and warmth and arm across your shoulders make this all okay? You bet your sweet ass and half a titty.

For the next couple of hours, your family taught Bucky how to play all your favourite card and board games. You and Bucky shared the small loveseat so you could explain the rules to each game as they came up, at least that’s what you were telling yourself.  

It surprised you that anyone could be so clueless but you weren’t about to complain considering it was giving you the chance to be this close to the man. Playing Settlers of Catan, Scategories, and Trivial Pursuit were practically a requirement when everyone got together. Your mom put her foot down with a resounding “no” when Mikey suggested Cards Against Humanity.

“Michael, you know Mom can’t handle that game. It’s too tiring for her to pretend she doesn’t have the dirtiest mind here!”

“Yes, well, at least my lipstick isn’t smeared all over my face, dear,” your mother stage-whispered to you, causing everyone to zero-in on your mouth and consequently erupt into teasing laughter.

Well, there goes the hope that no one would mention what you and Bucky had been up to for those stolen ten minutes in the hallway.

“Yes, but it’s such a nice shade on Bucky!” Your dad boomed, not one for subtlety.

Normally, you’d have hung your head and blushed furiously but Bucky’s self-depreciating-yet-proud smile had you smiling back.

“If you like it that much-” Bucky leaned towards your dad and puckered his lips “-I can lend you some!”

This response had your family in stitches, you were laughing so hard it was coming out in breathless wheezes and tears were streaming from the corners of your eyes. No one could believe a virtual stranger had the balls to tease your dad like that; most potential suitors and friends of your brothers had quivered in fear once they found out he had been a Marine. Wiping a stray tear with the back of your hand you caught Bucky’s eye, throwing him a grateful smile. It amazed you how quickly Bucky seemed to have assimilated into your family dynamic.

You realized you were still holding his gaze but couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away. As everyone regained their composure, they became aware of the silent moment you seemed to be having, your mom and Karen exchanged knowing looks while your dad and the boys awkwardly busied themselves with random things.

“Top-up, anyone?” your dad asked, holding out the martini shaker. “I might have to finish this off myself.”

Your mom gave him a sharp look and jerked her head towards you. Looking a little lost, he just shrugged and mumbled something about getting mom up to bed. The twins jokingly reacted by plugging their ears with an exclamation of “ewwwww, too much info!”.

The first rounds of good-nights seemed to have dissipated the party atmosphere and everyone began to shuffle around and clean up. You shooed Karen away, having noticed how tired she was and knowing she didn’t sleep well this late in her pregnancy.

You, your brothers, and Bucky carried the trays of goodies, empty glasses, and board games into the kitchen. Deciding to just load the dishwasher and deal with the rest of the mess in the morning, you dismissed the twins too. You didn’t even bother saying anything to Jordan, knowing he’d linger regardless; ever the protector.

“Thank you, Y/n, ” Bucky stood by the front door and reached out to cautiously take your hands, mindful of your injured one, “for one of the nicest evenings I can remember.”

“You’re not leaving, are you?”

Even though you knew he’d be close by, the sound of Jordan’s voice made you jump. What was he up to? It wasn’t like him to encourage a man to stay near you.

“You might not be good to drive, after having those drinks.” Jordan narrowed his eyes and gave Bucky a hard stare. “I’d hate to have to arrest my sister’s boyfriend for a DUI.”

You started to admonish Jason but Bucky, who was still gently holding your hands, interrupted.

“I’m actually fine, really.” Then turning to you, “Besides, I’d hate to impose myself more onto your family weekend.”

Jordan wasn’t one to give up and pressed, “You had five of Dad’s drinks, you’re not fine. Stay.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake Jordie,” you exploded (but quietly so you wouldn’t wake Mom) “he’s not a God damned dog! Take a day off, would you?”

Looking surprised, yet a little smug at your outburst, Jordan threw up his hands in surrender and walked out to door to the guest suite. After watching Jordan leave, Bucky turned his gaze back to you squeezed your undamaged hand one last time.

“You didn’t have to get upset on my behalf, he really was just trying to do the right thing. I’m not worth you getting upset over.”

“Well, for one, that may have been out of character for me but I assure you it was a long time coming.” You gave Bucky a wry grin, “Secondly, you’re very much worth it. I can’t begin to thank you or explain how you’ve managed to save this weekend. Staying wouldn’t be an imposition, at all.”

You stepped a little closer and squeezed his hands in return. “ Please,” you ask, suddenly shy again, “stay for another day?”

The look on his face was indescribable, but if you had to put a word to it “hopeful” would fit the bill.

“Pleeeeease?” You implored, whispering as to not reveal anything to family who may still be awake. “I know I’m the one who owes you, but it would really mean a lot to me, and my mom, if you stayed and, ummm, and kept up the dating charade a bit longer?”

You bit your lip and gazed up at him through your lashes. Bucky looked a little surprised and his posture had slightly deflated at your request, so you blurted out, “Only if you want to, it’s okay if you don’t!” hoping to fix whatever you’d done to ruin the mood.

“Doll, you misunderstand,” he actually blushed, “after today, you know, the moment in the hall and the looks and all the touches…”

He looked at you, hoping you would understand what he was trying to get at, but your confused face had him rambling again.

“Maybe I’m more out of practice than I thought, but it seemed like we had a real connection and I kind of thought that maybe, maybe you’d want to do this-” gesturing between himself and you “-for real.”

You couldn’t have contained the massive grin that spread across your face if you’d wanted to.

“You’d want to, even after experiencing my family in full force?!” You held your breath without realizing it, waiting for his answer.

“Doll, compared to the people I work with, your family is a dream. Actually, they’d be amazing regardless of who you compared them to.“

His easy acceptance made you giddy and you gave up on whispering, laughing loudly you leaned in on tippy toes and kissed him.

Breaking for air a few minutes later a sobering thought struck you.

“Oh! Shit. I, uh I have no free beds… ”

“I can crash on the couch, it’s no big deal,” he assured you with a smile.

You both started towards the living room, intending to make the couch as comfortable as possible, but were halted by your mom’s muffled voice coming from her room upstairs.

“Don’t be such a prude, Y/n. Bucky can sleep with you!”

Part Five 

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