─ i'm putting me first.

[bonneibennett]

Note to self: Never make an enemy of Bonnie Sheila Bennett.

[sleepyhollowladies]

[staysaliive]

@magichotline​

    “Would ya look at that. She LIVES.” wheretheHELLhaveyoubeenyounglady

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        ❝ it’s called making sure there aren’t any walkers around. i’m not going down that easy. i LEARNED from the best.❞ pls rick i’m magical.

[mostlyfate]

character aesthetic ♡ bonnie bennett. (requested anonymously) 

[bleedingchivalry-archive-deacti]

@magichotline

Not for the first time Stefan found himself standing on Bonnie’s doorstep. Reaching out, he rapped his knuckle loudly, not with more force than strictly necessary, but just enough to be certain that he was heard. Through the glass, past the curtains, from his vantage point he could see nothing. But Stefan knew she was inside of the house, not because of doing something as indecent as spying upon her but simply because he could hear her even where he was. Stefan reflected that this was becoming almost habitual on his part, being the one to set out and purposefully seek the young Bennett witch for her help. Better he than it was Damon to be trusted with such an important task.

❝Bonnie, hey.❞

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 She hears a knock not quite sure if she should answer it or not. She’s not sure how she’s become their trump card to turn the tides, the magic eraser to fix all their problems. Bonnie hesitates since this wasn’t how she wants to live her life. Eventually, she opens it up her heart shaped head peeps out.If it was Damon she would have slammed the door. Instead she’s greeted with the younger Salvatore, boyishly handsome and the talk of the town. Elena was smitten with him of course. ❝ Hey, Stefan. If this is about something you want me to do, I don’t want a part of it. I have a life and I’m sure my grams would want me to have one too. I’m not always going to be the solution to your problems.❞

[bonneibennett]

Bonnie Bennett + NYE Dress, requested by @bamonsrellamy

[killerwarlock]

Euphoria

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killerwarlock:

Kai laughed, and the sound was throaty and triumphant, because he had her right where he finally fucking wanted her. In his head, he had imagined so many scenarios leading to this very instant, but the reality was so much more satisfying — up against the wall, vulnerable and at his mercy. The front of his chest molded flush against the swells and curves of her back as he continued to lean forward, tightening his grip on her wrists. One of his hands released to playfully slide down her side, toward the hem of her dress. ❝Yes,❞ he told her, ❝And as it turns out, you really have been a naughty girl.❞

He stopped, intelligent cobalt eyes narrowing with focus and his attention gauged, all hers. Even if she had stopped him from hooking his thumb in her panties and ripping them off of her. Kai wasn’t one to sweet talk, to ease into the act by setting the mood with extraneous, romantic cues. The girls he was with didn’t ever complain about the treatment they received either. Her lack of experience wasn’t surprising, but it was something else for her to surrender such personal information about herself willingly and in the moment, to let him do this to her. Evidently the alcohol in her bloodstream was enough to lower her inhibitions but not enough for her to lose awareness of herself and her surroundings. Good, he preferred her cognizant enough to remember this the next morning.

He could have her however he wanted, but he knew if he did, she wouldn’t like it. Wouldn’t like him nearly as much after he was finished with her. A tangible, physical need manifested inside of him — sending out a violent pulse through out his being. Kai wanted to feel her arch against him, to grab her by the throat, to thread fingers through the silky strands of her hair as he yanked her head back. Instead, he did none of those things.

❝I can take it as slow and fast as you want it,❞ Kai reassured at a low murmur. He licked a hot stripe up the side of her neck, dragging up the soft skin toward her ear, which he grazed with his mouth. In reality Kai’s fingers were itching to be inside of her already, to feel her slick, spongy walls grasping him, welcoming him, taking him.

She was his marionette and he was the puppet master manipulating her into thinking she was in control. Yet, Bonnie was exactly where he wanted her. His mercy began with each touch igniting the desires she often kept hidden. She was a private person, allowing a small group of people seeing what was truly beneath pom poms and optimistic thoughts. Bonnie leans in, body pressed against his even though he pulls away. Plump lips pass a whisper between them, an intimate secret between each other.  ❝ Does that make you Professor Parker? ❞  

Bonnie feels relieved as he seems to take in her lack of experience with welcome. He doesn’t judge her unlike Elena and Caroline who already had their firsts. If anything Bonnie watched as they got it, but tonight it was all about her. Tonight she was going to let her selfishness get what she wants. It’s this man before her, a mystery lingering beneath cold sapphire oculars. There was a hint of danger that pulls hers, different from someone sweet like Jeremy. The difference was night and day, Bonnie wanted to settle for someone better.  She can’t help the small smile that hints at the edge of her lips.

❝Slow for now. Than-❞ But her reply is cut off when he leans in, his mouth on her pliant neck. Pleasure continues where it left off in the first place as she surrenders herself to her base instincts. Her head droops back while the fringes of her hair tickle her neck. She gives her neck as a small offering for what’s to come.  In the meantime, she takes the moment to slip off her dress, pulling it down by the straps. Eventually the dress hits the floor allowing him to take in the sight of mint green panties and a bra.

Her lips form an O as his teeth sink into her flesh, a low mewl erupts from her. Her fingers attach itself to his back as her support pillar. This wouldn’t be a dream, a wish where her and Kai’s body becomes entwined as one. Hip to hip, flesh to flesh, and she would finally taste bliss between heated physiques. They weren’t going to dance around the matter, they were going to get straight to it.❝ Maybe just a little rough.❞ She doesn’t give him a chance to react to that as she leans in with her mouth nipping on his neck. A desire to mark him as hers was there, because she wanted him to know that she wanted him so badly even if that had been quite apparent.

Her pearly whites sink into pale skin, savoring the taste of his flesh on her lips. Bonnie wanted to bring him to his own pleasure though she was nervous since she’d probably lacked more experience than most girls he’s been with. She sighs a little but knows that this isn’t enough. She has to have more, she was greedy a wanton impulse for Kai. Bonnie can picture it now while he parts her thighs she’d sing his name like it was the holiest prayer. So urges him in the only way she knows how to,                                                       ❝ touch me please...❞  Kai would bring her to absolution.

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Name: Bonnie Sheila Bennett Age: Seventeen Grade: 11th, junior extracurriculars: Cheerleading squad, Key Club

Bio:   Bonnie Bennett was born and raised in Mystic Falls, Virginia to Rudy Hopkins and Abby Bennett-Wilson, though her mother left at a young age. Bonnie doesn’t remember her much. She knew of hot summers and harsh winters. She was best friends with Caroline Forbes and Elena Gilbert. Though their time was brief she swears they are still the best of friends to this day. Things changed when she was eleven. Her dad was offered a promotion and he couldn’t leave Bonnie alone. Instead her took her to Miami.   It was there she had to navigate through the big city. Bonnie wasn’t a small town girl anymore. At first she was homesick, especially since she kept in touch with Elena and Caroline. Eventually she found her footing and everyone knew her as the nicest girl you could ever meet. She’s the person most people go to for advice, the friend who’s shoulder to cry on, Bonnie was that girl in your corner.

  Despite her kindness, she isn’t a pushover. She can be spunky, bubbly, and judgmental ( especially if she doesn’t like you). Just because she’s a nice girl doesn’t mean she won’t stand up for herself or read through your bullshit.

Extra:

She does yoga to keep up her flexibility for cheerleading, but she does find it soothing.

Has a photo of her mother but pretends she’s basically dead, so she doesn’t have to think about the what ifs.

She still keeps in touch with Elena and Caroline.

Is not used to a lot of male attention despite her past relationship.

is used to having her home to herself since her dad is rarely home.

hates pancakes.

loves bourbon thanks to her drinking buddy.

Connections

Rudy Hopkins ( father )

Abby Bennett-Wilson ( mother )

Relationships

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[nikulaus]

@magichotline.

         Hers is not a surprise visit (rather, one he had expected and patiently awaited, for it was him who was to blame for her presence within the Quarter). Neither is it a secret visit – whatever weapon Marcel had, he’d exploit it soon enough, check if the witches were up to any indiscretions and, in the process, find out about another one’s arrival on magic prohibited grounds. Or perhaps it’d be a pair of these trusted daywalkers he had planted to monitor Klaus’ every move, that would become the source of this information. He’d been careful not to be caught red-handed, assuming the dim lights of Rousseau’s will conceal his ill intentions just like his feigned smiles mask the jealousy he harbors for all that Marcel has achieved here (in his city, because of all that he taught him).

           It’s unlikely for Klaus to be bettered, yet he feels so, and works tirelessly to reclaim his throne. As if on cue, the man who had shielded him from her sight walks away to reveal his characteristic smirk. There is a glimmer in his eyes – dark, conceited. He basks in the resentment that seems to radiate off the Bennett witch in waves. “Well, well, well,” he chimes, lets the sound of beer bottles clinking as they’re being carried into the back cut his sentence in half. “Bonnie Bennett. Bit far from Mystic Falls, aren’t we?”

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       She would have never stepped in New Orleans had it not been for Klaus. But the new sights are something she takes in. It’s different from Mystic Falls. She was a small town witch after all. Bonnie does not want to be someone’s pawn. She was sick of being reduced to that role. She was going to start fighting back now. She’d been ignoring the incessant ringing of her phone as she entered Rousseau’s. It was probably Caroline, Elena, or Damon. They always needed her when she needed to fix their problems. Bonnie sets her sight on a very familiar, Mikaelson one she never really had the pleasure of dealing with. Klaus Mikaelson.

    ❝ If I knew you’d be part of the welcoming committee, maybe I wouldn’t have stopped by.❞ She takes the empty seat next to him and every inch of her body tells her not to trust him. Bonnie won’t. He hadn’t changed but then what would change when you’re immortal? Nothing. She supposes Klaus will still be as he is, unbending and ensuring he got his way. ❝ I wanted a change of scenery.  So are you going to show me around?❞ Bonnie pretends to feign her pleasantries with him. She wouldn’t cause a scene unless necessary.

[reeferwomb]

@magichotline

will you still love me when im no longer young and beautiful wifey

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   yes even though i’ll still look young when i’m old AF

[fatedxdestiny]

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@zoebenscn

    she shouldn’t be here, but there was no helping it. she supposes her gram isn’t a drunk. maybe if she listened she wouldn’t be here. how did she get here in the first place? it wasn’t her fault or her intention. it was an accident, a grave accident that resulted here landing in a school she didn’t hear about until now. bonnie bennett could remember her screams like a fresh new book. it was a sight she could never forget. she’d turn someone into charred remains, a s h, and finally dust. it was like there was no trace of her. that’s how fire works. it consumes until nothing remains. contrary to popular belief, bonnie does have a limit. stacey was unfortunately pushing that limit and the next thing she was was a human flambe. 

   emerald oculars take sight of the house in front of her. she was miles away from mystic falls and she wishes she could be back with her best friends. caroline was the one to make a big deal about it, since it’s caroline. she even gave her a going away gift which was currently sitting in her suitcase. she promised to keep in touch with them both. 

   with the next steps she enters the house and she feels lost almost like there is something lurking beneath this mansion. it feels empty despite the furnishings placed around.❝ is anyone there?❞

[efush123]

[killerwarlock]

@magichotline

He waited for the opportune moment, for the door to swing inward and open, for her to walk further into what she believed was the private sanctuary and abode of her room before he dropped the cloak on himself. Then he instantly started running off at the mouth from his perch on her bed, back resting against the pillows and both of his hands occupied with holding onto the teddy bear he found. ❝You know, for a house full of witches I sure would have never been able to guess.❞ A smile angled along the line of his lips as Kai glanced down at the stuffed animal situated on top of his lap, giving its limbs a playful tug back and forth. ❝I mean, no wards, no barriers, no protective spells to help keep intruders out? Jeez… It’s almost like your Coven wants strangers like me to waltz on in to do as we please. But that kind of carelessness is definitely going to get you all into trouble someday.❞ Chuckles loosened from vocal chords, throaty and resonating low in quality. ❝Lucky for you it’s only me, huh?❞

[magichotline-blog]

   There it went again, the hairs on her skin her sticking up while she couldn’t help that feeling she was being watched.Bonnie swears it’s this goddamned house. She just wants to be alone for once and think about her two best friends. Bonnie never thought she’d miss the small town  of mystic falls or the familiarity of it all, but she does. It’s nothing like New Orleans. She closes the door and presses her back against the door. It wasn’t a day without Queenie and Madison arguing. When she opens her eyes she sees a guy in her bed. Her eyes widen before confusion settles on her face. ❝Who are you?❞ Clearly he was experienced while Bonnie remains a newbie when it comes to these things. He must be a warlock. ❝It’s called blending in. Ever heard of it?❞  Despite the intrusion it doesn’t stop from Bonnie from guarding herself. He’s invaded her private space.❝Maybe it will, but that isn’t today.❞ She inches closer but keeps her distance that is until she sees Ms. Cuddles in his hands. ❝I guess it’s my lucky day. I’m Bonnie. I’d like Ms. Cuddles back please.❞ Her tongue doesn’t drizzle a fiery remark this time, there’s some kindness in it. ❝So what do you want from me? I’m assuming that’s what you’re here. ❞ It’s a leap but she can’t think of any other explanation.

[kayosuniverse]

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So you can drag me through Hell If it meant I could hold your hand I will follow you cause I’m under your spell And you can throw me to the flames I will follow you, I will follow you Come sink into me and let me breathe you in I’ll be your gravity, you be my oxygen So dig two graves cause when you die I swear I’ll be leaving by your side

[badinnuendo]

[bonneibennett]

Vampire Diaries 7.13 | Don’t tell me it belonged to Carol Lockwood.