But it's true. Everytime I see your or the other girls I mentioned posts you are all just enjoy and love the show and yes you guys are shipping too but always respect other people if they're shipping something else. I sadly have a bad experience mostly on twitter where people only care about their ship and not the show. It's great to have people who actually supports to the show itself and not just 2 characters.
Thank you again!
I know exactly what you mean too. It’s much more fun to live in this Switzerland where you’re not pissed off by other people’s opinions and realize that they don’t always have to agree with you. Many of my closest friends on Tumblr are multishippers for that exact reason. I don’t ship all of the same things my friends ship, but we know we can disagree without having to castrate one another.
Twitter can be a nasty place. Be careful of the shadows around there, anon. Bewaaaare.
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our flight got delayed, and now we are stuck in this godforsaken small airport on christmas eve. unfortunately, we are stuck with this elderly couple who, for some reason, have decided we are meant for each other. KLAROLINE. I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER. I NEED.
“I’ll kill him.” Caroline sat, her arms folded, her foot bobbing as she glared at the wall.
“Not if I kill him first.” She shot Klaus a quick glare before turning back to the wall.
“Oh please, like you’re not secretly loving this.” He scoffed, looking back down at his phone and typing away. “You and Stefan probably planned this, for him to just conveniently get a call from Elena who went into labor. He just conveniently booked an earlier flight leaving you and I to spend the last 36 hours, alone, in the middle of a fucking snow storm.”
“Yes love,” Klaus turned toward her, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “I planned for Elena to go into labor, for Stefan to book that flight back and obviously I’m just glowing at the lovely experience of being stuck with you in this lovely mood.” Her jaw dropped as he went back to whatever was on his phone. Caroline opened her mouth to reply but she was cut off before she could begin.
“Excuse me,” Both Caroline and Klaus looked to the couple sitting across from them, the old woman smiling kindly at them. “I just wanted to tell you that you two make the most adorable couple.”
“We’re not a couple.” Caroline was the first to respond and Klaus sighed.
“No. We’re not. I’ve asked her, about half a million times but every time--”
“Oh seriously? You’re bringing this up now?” She glared at him hard before turning back to the old lady, “We’ve been doing nothing but fighting for the past hour and a half what made you think we were a couple?”
“It takes an awful lot of love to argue like the two of you do.” For a moment the woman looked lovingly at her husband and he smiled back at her.
“We’ve been through our share of hard times,” The man agreed, pressing a kiss to his wife’s hand. Caroline smiled softly. “But we both realized that we’d rather fight with one another than to watch the other with someone else.”
“That’s really romantic.” Caroline watched as the couple looked lovingly at one another and she sighed, easing up her posture and turning back to Klaus, catching him giving her an odd look. “What?” She hissed at him.
“Nothing sweetheart.” He looked back to his phone and she sighed. After a moment of silence he looked up to the couple, “You know she left me in a forest. We had one night together--”
“Klaus!”
“--One glorious night and I woke up in the morning alone. She’d just left. Gone.” Caroline shook her head, her jaw set as her foot bobbed faster.
“Oh,” The woman looked taken aback, her mouth opening and closing a few times, trying to find the words to speak but Caroline interrupted her before she could begin.
“Really? We’re gonna bring this up now? Look Klaus, the sex was great. Like really great. But I know you, you’re not the kind of guy to stay with someone long term! You’re longest relationship was what? Like a year? You’re a big shot lawyer from New York City and I’m Miss Mystic Falls. I did you a favor.”
“A favor?” He shook his head at her, running his tongue along his lower lip, “You did me a favor? Well then how about you just don’t do me any more favors from here on out.”
“You’re an asshole,” She spat at him and he scoffed, turning back to his phone, “I mean,” She turned back to the elderly couple who was watching them with a look of shock on their faces, “A forest. Like I wasn’t good enough for a bed and now here I am stuck here of all places, on Christmas Eve, the best holiday there is with him.” She jabbed her finger in Klaus’ direction. “The human version of the Grinch.”
“Mom? Dad?” The four of them looked up as a girl walked up to them, smiling as she pulled her bag higher on her shoulder.
“Sweetie!” The woman stood up, embracing the girl and Caroline smiled. “I’m so sorry you two, this is my daughter, she was late coming to the airport due to the snow, we really must be going. It is Christmas Eve and all.” The woman gave Caroline an apologetic look and Caroline nodded, wishing them a Merry Christmas.
The woman’s husband stood, picking up their bags before turning back to her and Klaus, “If there’s one thing I can tell the two of you,” Both Caroline and Klaus looked up at him, “Its that two people who are as...passionate about one another as the two of you, well, those are the couples that make it. Take it from me.” He looked at his wife for a moment and Caroline nodded, watching as they walked away.
“You know this doesn’t mean anything.” She pulled out her book from her bag, preparing to spend the rest of the night in silence. Klaus sighed, standing suddenly and looking down at her, shaking his head.
“Of course it doesn’t. Nothing changes anything with you does it?” With that, he turned and walked away, shaking his head as he went. Caroline watched him go with her mouth open.
He was gone for about an hour and she spent the entire hour chewing on her lower lip, staring at a wall, her mind racing. When he finally settled himself in the seat next to her he held out a cardboard coffee cup and Caroline took it slowly. “Hot chocolate. Consider it a peace offering.” He pulled out a file of papers from his carry on and took a sip of his drink, beginning to read over the files. She took a minute to look from the hot cocoa to him and back again before taking a sip.
“Thanks.” She knew better than to try to make conversation with him when he was like this. This was lawyer Klaus. The stone cold version of the man she’d known since Stefan had come back from college his freshman year, dragging along his British roommate. So she let him sit and stew for a few minutes before she spoke again. “I was scared.” He looked up at her, his face completely blank. “That night. The forest? I was scared. I woke up in the middle of the night, naked, in a forest, and you were there, and I was scared.” She saw his eye twitch and she swallowed, clearing her throat slightly. “And its Christmas and I don’t have any family left to spend it with and no offense but you were kind of being an asshole and I mean you’ve always been an asshole but you’ve just...never been an asshole to me. Not since that night.”
She was rambling now, she rambled when she was nervous, they both knew that but still he stayed silent. “And the thing is my best friend is having a baby with the man of her dreams, the love of her life. And I’m here. With you. And it scares me because there’s not really anywhere else I’d rather be. You know? Of course you don’t know. But you scare me. I guess that’s my point. My point is you scare me. And yes I left that night but I didn’t know how much it would mean. And I don’t think you did too because I think I scare you too because you’re some big shot lawyer from New York City and I’m Miss Mystic Falls and I scare you.” She cleared her throat again, looking back at the wall and taking a sip of hot chocolate. She could feel him staring at her and she ignored it, she ignored the way it made the skin on the back of her neck stand up, the way that she kind of maybe liked it a little bit.
Caroline slowly put her cup down in the cup holder on the side of the seat, reaching for her book again and opening it to a random page so at least she could pretend to ignore him. Even if she was just staring at black words on a white page. “Caroline.”
“Hm?”
“Caroline.” She looked up at him and finally, there was something. Something in the way he looked at her, something that made her heart race, something that made her palms sweat and then suddenly he wasn’t looking at anymore. Or she wasn’t looking at him. Because suddenly he was kissing her and her hair was tangled between his fingers and her hands were gripping his shoulders. And then he was pulling away and her heart was beating so fast and her breath was coming out in shaky pants. He was grinning at her and she couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. She needed to say something, anything really. She needed to tell him that she wasn’t a short term relationship kinda girl. At least not with him. But for some reason the only thing she could think of to say was...
“I didn’t get you a Christmas present.” He laughed, shaking his head at her and kissing her once more lightly on the bridge of her nose.
“You’ve given me the best Christmas present Caroline.” She smiled, closing her eyes as he leaned in to kiss her again.
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I had to stop and stare for a bit. I thought I couldn’t enjoy him more than with his sexy, pirate hair, but this hair works for him. Also, his face works for him.
"i am apartment sitting for a friend and firmly plan finishing my thesis in peace, but the walls in this building are paper thin and so i keep getting distracted by the pleasant singing voice coming from the apartment next to this one. the only downside is that they keep singing christmas carols"- KC WANT WANT WANT
Oh Sahar. Never change. You have zero chill and maximum awesomeness.
Christmas Gift Drabbles : Send me a drabble prompt and I’ll write it as a Christmas gift to you
Putting himself through school was never his plan but when it came to light that Mikael would rather watch his millions of dollars burn then pay for his illegitimate son’s education, Klaus decided he had to do it. Just as a fuck you to his father. But what he didn’t expect was for the long hours to be so long. He would get distracted so easily, and his brother’s bloody neighbor didn’t help. At the most inconvenient of hours she would be singing. First it was that stupid boy band, then it was Broadway musicals, and now, in the middle of November, it was bloody Christmas carols.
He’d never been a fan of the holiday. Especially not the music.
At least she was a good singer. But now, at 2 in the bloody A.M. he was not about to stand for her singing those stupid songs. He did not agree to spend the month at Kol’s and house sit so that he could flunk out of graduate school. Finally, he’d had enough. Slamming his laptop shut, Klaus decided that if she was going to be singing about silver bells and flying reindeer at such ungodly hours, he was going to have a few unkind words for her.
He stomped barefoot across the hall, balling his hand into a fist and banging it on her door three times in a row. He waited less than 20 seconds for her to open the door. That was when he was met with the sight of the current bane of his existence. All 5 foot 8 inches of her. Blonde curls swept over her shoulders, framing her face and she held a tub of ice cream in her hand, the spoon having been haphazardly stabbed into the center of it.
On any other day he would have hit on her in an instant and undoubtedly she would have melted in a puddle at his feet. But today was not any other day, today was 2am. And he had a thesis to write. And the sounds of her singing was not helping him. Letting out an angry huff and ignoring her shocked look, Klaus braced his hand on the door frame beside him and leaned in closer, dropping his voice slightly.
“Do you, fucking mind?” Her mouth fell open in shock and confusion, “I’m trying to write a thesis and your constant proclamation that its beginning to look a lot like Christmas is not helping me.”
“Oh, I’m...” She looked up at him sheepishly, blushing. “I’m so sorry I didn’t think anyone could hear me but the walls are insanely thin I just...I’m really sorry--wait you’re staying at Kol’s?” She looked down the hall, perhaps expecting to see his brother following him out. “Are you two like...”
“I’m his brother.” Klaus gave her an annoyed look, folding his arms over his chest.
“Gotcha...” Caroline nodded once, looking down at her ice cream. “He never seemed to mind about the singing. In fact sometimes he’d join in.” She gave a small smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Well, I mind.” Her smile faltered and he saw something cross her eyes.
“Ok well you don’t have to be an asshole about it, you know you could have just asked politely. Like, oh I don’t know, a decent human being?” He was startled by the way she talked back to him. No one ever talked back to him like that. Especially not pretty blondes wearing what could barely be classified as pajamas.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” Klaus took a step closer to her, invading her personal space as he dropped his arms to his side.
“its November. Its not even Thanksgiving yet and you’re singing Christmas carols.” She opened and closed her mouth a couple times, searching for the right come back.
“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” She set the tub of ice cream down on her hall table, placing her hands on her hips.
“So I’ve been told.” She glared at him, her jaw setting angrily. It was actually quite...alluring.
“I’ll try to keep it down. But instead of spending all this time writing a thesis you might also wanna explore getting an attitude adjustment. You could really use it.” With that, she slammed the door in his face. He stared at it for a moment, his jaw slack.
The next day while he was preparing his lunch he was serenaded with the dulcet sounds of every and any Christmas carol that had ever been written and when she took a break from singing, she made sure to blast it from speakers. He swore he would get her back for this one day, but first he had to finish that bloody thesis.
