A/N: literally ever since I saw this ask I've been wanting to write it the feeling I get from it is just aahh 💞💞💞
Genre: ?
(Third person point of view)
8:04 AM
"Shit." The blond mutters, realizing he'd overslept. Yes, indeed, it is his day off, but that doesn't make it any less busy than a work day..
He practically falls off the bed in an attempt to sprint to the bathroom, silently cursing his phone for the missing alarm all the way.
He skips his morning shower, knowing he'll come back sweaty and gross in an hour or so after he goes running.
Yes, the perfect time for a run would've been around 6 am, but this damned phone decided it was okay to let Klaus have an extra two hours, which he probably needed after staying up late working on a PowerPoint, but still: Klaus wasn't very thankful. He now has to push all his plans 2 hours back.
Grabbing his phone and earphones along with his jacket, he runs into the street madman style. A very late madman.
The cold air stings his skin like a thousand invisible needles. "Fuck." He breathes out, attempting to wear his jacket without really slowing down, which he's almost sure looks absolutely ridiculous, but he doesn't have time to waste, so if he needs to make a fool out of himself to get things done then so be it.
He eventually reaches the park where he usually goes for a run; it had a huge running track surrounding it, making it both challenging and fun. However, at this moment, Klaus could only view it as challenging, seeing as he's already panting after all the rush he was in ever since he woke up.
"No time for breaks." He mutters, forcing himself to push through the exhaustion while continuing to pant like a dog on a hot day.
He passes by another runner who just gives Klaus a sympathetic smile, as she proceeds with her routine, keeping her breathing steady. Klaus wanted to yell that he wasn't normally this pitiful and that he's actually fairly athletic, but he didn't have it in him to even speak, so he just displays a pained smile on his face instead, letting the random stranger think of him as pitiable.
10:23 AM
Klaus sighs. He knows he shouldn't hold onto the clouds of gloom surrounding him ever since he woke up, but it was very unlike him to be late. In fact, he's scolded countless people for being late, assuring them this could never be him.
Life is funny like that.
"No one will know. We'll take it to the grave." He assures himself, as he reaches for his keys.
His keys.
His keys?
Where are his keys?!
Did he drop them while running? No way; he would've known!
Did he even grab them before leaving?
"Fuck me." Klaus curses.
There's simply no way for him to open his door from outside except with the keys. He basically locked himself outside.
Elias has a spare key, but calling him would expose an unorderly, late, uncomposed Klaus. A version of him that should never see the light of day.
Klaus is not dramatic about this or anything.
10:37 AM
Klaus wonders if he needs a shower more or hisdignity and pride.
His stomach growls.
Klaus wonders if he needs a shower and food more or his dignity and pride.
He pushes himself off his front porch and circulates his house, sort of like a burglar tryna find his way in.
A miracle.
A thought shone through his misery, possibly saving the day.
Who would've known that delaying getting a window's broken lock fixed would bring such happiness to a perfectionist like him?
Klaus pushes the window open with one swift movement and kicks his leg up, hooking it on the window sill and pulling himself up.
The excitement had erased the dimensions of the window from Klaus's memory, but he was to be reminded immediately with a loud bang once his head collides with the top if the window.
He grumbles in pain and annoyance but pushes himself inside anyway.
He rubs his head and moans in pain, "Today's just not my day." he mumbles.
Klaus drags himself into the hot shower, relieved bythe only relaxing thing he's experienced this morning.
10:58 AM
Klaus isn't a fan of brunch, but he was too hungry to complain.
Hey, at least the waffles taste as good as they would've at 6 AM. He smiles to himself.
Meow
Klaus stiffens.
Would it be too farfetched to assume Elias came over with his kitten?
The source of the noise reveals itself. Lo and behold it is, in fact, not Elias's tiny black kitten. Instead, struts in a chubby orange cat that Klaus has never ever seen before.
"Rude." Klaus mumbles.
The cat meows back as if to object to his insult.
"Come on you invited yourself in! How did you even get in here?" His gaze pans over to the broken window. Aha.
"Well, whatever." He had no energy left to argue with the entitled feline. He wanted to eat his breakfast and relax.
11:14 AM
"You really shouldn't be eating so much; you're already a bit chubbier than you should be." His fingers lovingly rub the top of the stray's head, heavily contrasting his words. Thankfully, cats don't speak human.
Occupied with the tuna, Little Stalker -as Klaus called her- ignores Klaus's health advice and stuffs her face.
"Don't say I didn't warn you!" The blonde rolls his eyes, before proceeding to shower the cat with physical affection.
He almost melts when she purrs in response, but no, he must play hard to get.
12:03 PM
"Yes you're a good girl; you're the best girl! Good job!" He squeezes the towel-wrapped cat into his arms.
Hmm...how's 49 mins for hard to get?
At least he found it in him to force her into a bath, right?
The cat hisses at him, clearly unhappy with the progression of events, perhaps reconsidering its choices of houses to break into.
3:45 PM
Klaus groans at the doorbell, willing his sibling (probably) to go away. Not because he didn't miss him, but simply because he was comfortable in bed. So was Cookie, who'd gotten comfortable on his chest.
He admires his new furry friend, spotted with brown "chocolate chips" that inspired ber new more appropriate name. Alfonse or Elias better have have something worth moving the cat and getting up for.
He sighs and forces himself towards the noise of possibly the third or fourth round of knocks and bell rings.
"Why are you so persistent?" Klaus rolls his eyes.
"I missed you too, Klaus." Elias pushes past his older brother, tentatively followed by a giggly Alfonse.
Klaus glares at his older brother, scaring him into giving a better performance of totally not finding this funny.
Alfonse isn't very good at this role.
"W-when did you get a cat?" As confused as Elias is, that doesn't stop him from pulling the furball into his arms.
"Today. I also didn't get it; it sort of forced itself onto me, really." He shrugs.
"Explains a lot" The youngest retorts sarcastically but moves on nonetheless, practically adopting Cookie for the time being.
7:36 PM
"I told you I won't forget; now leave!"
"Okay, okay, you're so pushy, jeez."
Klaus practically shoves his younger brothers out the door.
"See you later; have a safe ride home; bye!" Door slam.
Klaus sigh, resting his back on the front door.
Cookie curiously approaches him, meowing in the process, earning herself a smile from the tall blond.
She rubs her head against his legs, so Klaus gives in and pulls her into his arms. "You're such a lil manipulator, y'know that?"
Klaus takes his new companion and goes back to his room.
9:49 PM
Cookie buries her face in the crook of a sleeping Klaus's neck, not very keen on making sure he doesn't wake up.
Alas, the blond was too far gone to be woken up by the furball.
After all, he'd had a pretty long day.
And even though he'd swear to never be able to sleep except in complete darkness, Klaus was now in deep sleep while the light from the tv screen illuminates his sharp features.
Well, not like that was the only out of character thing to happen today, huh?
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She requested number 2, pretend to be dating.
SUMMARY: Asana’s parents are alive in this one and she has an older brother, but her parents are away and her brother doesn’t land until the morning, so a customer to the vet clinic, Klaus Goldstein, asks her to be his pretend girlfriend to show up his parents.
Extravagant and elegant dinner parties is not she is used to, and she looked and felt out of place sitting at this table. Though, she sat here as part of a lie, pretending to be the girlfriend of Klaus Goldstein in the face of his parents and his extended family, invited to their annually, and very private, elegant Christmas feast.
Expertly designed, a large wreath of green ferns and Christmas cherries, topped with a bow, and with three large ignited red candles, created a beautiful centrepiece on the white clothed and golden-legged table. Set on dim, the crystal chandelier hovered above the centre of the dining table, enchanting the ignited wicks of the candles and filling the room in a warm light.
Shadows of the guests reflected in the white polished marble floors, even the walls and the ceiling, though shining with golden features, reflected the fusion of colour of the beautiful designer gowns, worn by women who had the faces of Princess, and the luxury suits of the men, who had the handsomeness of Princes. Looking down at her own dress, she felt second-class compared to the other women sitting at this table. Fine art, antique furniture and well-designed vases of flowers, big and small, gave the Goldstein Mansion a palace feeling.
Weaving between the gaps in the various lively conversations, a smooth melody of violins and piano playing the hymns of Christmas is just audible, giving a joyous mood to the festive holiday. Then, there was the food, as if the elegance of the party had not already been showing off.
Gourmet creations, cooked by a hired chef and served by hired wait staff, the food centralised around Christmas: delicious works of art presented on a plate. On the back of the place card, Asana had already read the course of the meals for the dinner. To start, honey roasted carrot soup, the main course a choice of roasted duck with applesauce, roasted potato and asparagus salad or a butternut squash tart for the vegetarians, and lastly, for dessert, an apple, cinnamon and raisin tart with cream. Optional, a mini mince pie and a fill of tea.
Right now, as she looked around the beautiful room, she wondered how she managed to get into this mess and really wanted to be at her family’s ranch outside the city, with her family. Though, she was alone this year, and tasked with looking after her father’s clinic for the next three-months, her brother, though, returning home in the early hours of tomorrow morning after more than one year abroad.
She pinched herself in the arm to assure herself she wasn’t dreaming, “Ow,” she complained, pinching herself a little too hard.
“Why did you pinch yourself?” a familiar voice asked her, and she glanced to her right.
Sitting beside her, is the son of one of her father’s most valued customers and top donors to their wildlife shelter, and a man she often sees around the city and in her father’s veterinary clinic, where she too works as a veterinarian, Klaus Goldstein. Through the clinic and working nearby each other, they had developed both a professional relationship and a personal friendship.
“Oh, just making sure…I’m not dreaming, that’s all,” she answered, cheerfully smiling at him but internally crumbling at the thoughts going through her mind, hoping the night was nearly over, “Um…this night is nearly over, right?”
All evening and into the night, various members of his family, especially his parents and older brother, had been asking all kinds of questions about their relationship and how they become a couple. She struggled for answers, and, like an actor fooling people into believing his performance, Klaus remained calm and cool.
Apart from imagining her father’s scolding voice, her own little voice in the back of her mind convinced her, his family were beginning to suspect their lie, and images of all kinds of scenarios began to plague her mind. How would she explain herself to her his family?
“Do you want to run away from me that quickly?” he laughed, his lips curling into a teasing smirk that both frustrated her and yet, made her weak to him. He has an honest yet harsh nature about him, but she could see a decent man and wouldn’t lie in saying she felt an attraction to him. Aside from being rude and mean when he talks, Klaus has a handsome physique and face to rival the mythological Gods of Greece. “Relax, would you? If you remain tense, they will see through our lie.”
Voluminous chatter shielded their conversation, so they could talk freely about the little façade but in body language they looked like a couple completely in love. “Relax, huh? I’m glad you don’t have to think about the consequences if they find out that we’re lying.”
“Oh, you mean the unprofessionalism in dating the son of the family who donates money to your family’s shelter?” Klaus wondered if that was the case, and smirked at her, flicking her little nose, “We donate willingly, not because we have a contract with your father’s business or anything, but because my parents love animals and the Way Veterinary House, Wildlife Rescue and Animal Shelter are passionate about the animals they care for. We respect the work you and your family do.”
“Did you have to flick my nose?” she glared at him in response.
He smirked, unthreatened by her narrowed pink eyes, “Well, I did get to see your cute angry face so it was worth it.”
Hearing him tell her that she’s cute, caused her cheeks to change colour by turning red, “That blush is cute too,” he teased, pinching her cheeks this time, and vanishing the embarrassment and turning it back into anger.
“Are you always this rude and mean?” she questioned, looking him directly in the eye, “…I didn’t have to do this tonight, so be nice to me. Seriously, I had plenty of things to do tonight then pretend to be your girlfriend,” that was a lie, but she hoped the bluff would work.
Knowing that she couldn’t tell a lie, her gaze averted to the side after she had told her bluff, but it was not convincing him. A bright smirk braced his features, “If you had plans already, why did you agree to do this for me? You could have said no.”
“…I…,” caught, she should have been prepared for that question, but the truth was is she would be sitting at home, watching romantic Christmas movies eating popcorn and ice cream in her underwear, but she was not about to tell him that, “…Shut up. Still, why did you ask me to do this?”
She deserved to at least know that much, even if she had nothing to do and was asked by Klaus so suddenly to pretend to be his girlfriend for the night. “I’ll tell you that later, but I am happy that you are here. It makes tonight…bearable,” his words this time were honest, and that teasing smile had vanished.
“…Okay,” she agreed to that condition, and felt herself blushing.
“Seriously, though, why are you alone this Christmas?” Klaus wondered, taking a spoonful of his dessert course, the last meal of the night before this party would finally finish, “Did your parents go somewhere?”
She nodded and replied after swallowing a spoonful of her dessert, “…My parents celebrate their thirtieth wedding anniversary on the 28th of December, and they have always wanted to travel across the southern hemisphere, they will be gone for three-months and I will be in charge of the shelter and clinic while they are gone. I have an older brother who’s coming home tomorrow, though.”
“I had no idea you had a brother.”
“You never asked if I did have a brother.”
“Are you two close?” he asked, interested.
“Yes, but I don’t get to see him often because of his job.”
“What does he do?”
“He’s a photographer and cinematographer,” she replied, and tried to put into words the best way to describe his job, “He takes photos and videos of animals in their environments and publishes his findings in magazines and documentaries. His work has been included in heaps of documentaries for biologists. He travels to some of the most remote places on the planet, like he’s been to the very top of a volcano, he’s climbed mountains where the air is really thin…he’s like a daredevil.”
“Sounds interesting,” Klaus laughed, giving her his full attention and finding it hard to peel his eyes away from her. He asked her to pretend to be his girlfriend because his parents were trying to arrange for him to marry, but he insisted he had a girlfriend, when really, he still pursued her.
After sorting through his own feelings and realising he has feelings for her, he needed the right time to properly ask her out on a date, especially after tonight has confirmed how much he truly does like her. The “fake” kisses they have so far shared were anything but fake to them.
“Hey, I will walk you home after this, alright.”
“Thank you.”
Finally, saying their goodbyes, she could sigh in the relief she no longer had to lie and felt the tension fall off her shoulders with the chilly breeze floating low between the city buildings.
Calling a taxi, Klaus escorted her home and never realised how much time had passed them, “It’s later than I expected. I apologise for brining you home so late,” he turned to her but her head was on his shoulder and she was fast asleep.
Pushing her fringe back, he decided to let her sleep off some of the wine she had been drinking. He knew the wine was vintage and the alcohol percentage would likely have been higher than she could handle. Wrapping his arm around her, he let his body warmth keep her warm from the chilly air, and looked outside the window.
Visible streaks of fog floated between the high buildings of the city, blurring the traffic lights and people walking along the sidewalks. Hardly a car was on the road, but a few police cars were patrolling the area. Asana lived in an apartment in a well secured area of the city, and not far from where his apartment either.
With her street in view, Klaus gently woke her up but the task was more difficult than he thought. He shook her but her eyelids refused to open, he spoke loudly to her but he still received no response, “You leave me no choice,” he motioned, and pinched her nostrils together where she struggled to breath. Finally, he could see her eyelids open and her pink eyes staring back at him groggily.
“Sorry, but I tried everything else to wake you up,” he apologised, “We are nearly at your place.”
“Oh…thanks,” she blushed, and straightened herself out as the taxi pulled over to the curb and parked in front of a tall building with secured doors with surveillance cameras out front.
Klaus helped her out of the taxi and paid the fare, leaving the taxi driver with a festive tip and walked her to the door of her apartment. “Aren’t you getting back in?” she asked, seeing him pay the driver.
“I only live a street away, so I’ll be fine if I walk from here.”
Digging around her handbag for the door key, she faced Klaus once she found it, “…Um…did you want to come inside for a cup of tea or something?”
He shook his head, “I’ll raincheck that,” he smiled and watched her hopeful face crumble, that look tugged at his heart and his smile widened, “Listen, about tonight. Thank you for doing it. Like I said, if you had said no, I would understand.”
She smiled at him, “Are you going to tell me why you asked me to do it? I’m sure a man like you could have hired another girl to be your girlfriend, why did you chose me?”
“My parents…have been trying to set me up with the daughter of a wealthy Lord over in England. I have never met her, and I am not the kind of person who would marry for money. To get them off my case, I told them I am seriously involved with another woman,” he paused and looked her straight in the eye as he spoke, “I chose you because it was the easiest option.”
As they talked, another yellow taxi pulled over to the curb on the other side of the road. A handsome and tall man with shoulder length dark brown hair stepped out of the vehicle and removed his luggage from the trunk, leaving the taxi driver with a fare and a good tip, “Happy holidays, sir,” he spoke kindly and softly, and attention turned to the two figures in front of him.
His sister with a blonde-haired man, he didn’t recognise, “Oh? Little sister, who is this?” he wondered, and waited, keeping a close eye on the pair, not aware she had boyfriend.
“What do you mean by ‘easy’?” she asked, not growing offended yet until she had a full explanation.
“…Because, I can’t act unconvincingly around my parents…if the girl I like is helping me,” he confessed, “I have feelings for you, and I have for quite some time now. Honestly, sometimes, I use my pets as an excuse to come see you by the clinic and I know every morning you stop at McJeffery’s Coffee House…,” he trailed off, not wishing to sound creepy or uncool in her presence.
“…Oh, I see…,” she didn’t quite expect him to come right out and admit it so confidently.
Her eyes averted and her response, didn’t leave much room for encouragement, “You don’t feel the same way?” he asked, and at some point, had started holding her hand.
She shook her head and returned her gaze to him, “No…I was surprised to hear you say that…,” she shyly replied but felt triumphant in her heart because she felt the same way, “…It’s just…I have feelings for you too.”
Tobias looked on like he was watching a romantic comedy, and watched this unknown man move his body closer to his little sister. Seeing her smile, Klaus smiled too, and pressed his lips to hers. Her hand moved from where it rested on his chest to wrap around his neck while his arms wrapped around her body.
Deepening their kiss, Klaus hugged her close to his body to keep her warm from the cold air. With the flow of the kiss, her lips parted to invite in more of his taste, self-control starting to fade. “Um…awkward now,” Tobias scratched his head from behind the kissing couple, breaking up the kissing.
“Tobias?! When do you land?”
“I took an earlier flight because I felt bad that you were alone, but I see you’re not alone,” he smiled, and turning his attention towards Klaus.
Before, in the shade of the night and in the light of the apartment’s outside lights, he couldn’t make out the figure of a Goldstein hugging his little sister in his arms. Having never met Tobias, Klaus turned to Asana for an explanation, “Um…Klaus this is my brother, Tobias. Tobias…this is my…um…,” she didn’t know if she was supposed to call him her boyfriend since they’ve only just come from a party where she had to pretend to be his girlfriend, and just now confessed their feelings for each other.
Klaus extended his hand out to Asana’s brother and finished the sentence she was unsure about putting into words, “I am Asana’s boyfriend, Klaus Goldstein. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Tobias. I have heard a lot about you.”
Tobias laughed, “That’s funny, because I’ve never heard anything about you or how on this planet my little sister managed to nab herself a Goldstein?”
Stomping on his foot, Asana glared at him, “How am I supposed to talk to you when you go to remote places where we can’t reach you? Secondly, quit embarrassing me,” she whispered to him, “Make yourself useful, and disappear for a minute.”
“Geez, talk about a greeting,” Tobias screwed up his face in slight pain, “Gone for a year and a half and the first thing you do is stomp on my foot. I just want to know your boyfriend, why don’t you come upstairs for a cup of tea? I have something really exciting to show you Asana, and your boyfriend is a Goldstein, so he’s an animal lover too, right?”
Klaus was about to go home, but seeing that he had the rare chance of meeting her brother, he accepted the offer of going upstairs. “I accept your invitation,” Klaus agreed, “Did you need help carrying your bags upstairs?”
“Oh no, I travel light with all the places I go. The other bag is just my camera equipment,” he smiled and carried his bags with ease.
With his offer of help declined, Klaus took her hand as the stepped inside the elevator that would take them to the floor of her apartment. This time, they didn’t have to pretend being couple because their love story had just begun.
When you start getting angsty feels way too late at night and you just need to write a random one shot..anyone? Just me? Okay
Genre: angst/suggestive/slight fluff
Summary: Klaus goes through a break up and turns to you, aka his bestfriend, for comfort.
(Second person point of view)
"It's okay, (Y/N). This is your last year. You can get through this." Having your own apartment with no roommates throughout college had its perks- one of them being moments like this when studying has practically driven you insane, and now you're just talking to yourself. Fun.
"I fucking hate information. Couldn't I have been created as a rock?" You huff, stretching as you decide to give yourself the hundredth break this past hour to go make yourself your thousandth cup of coffee today.
A knock on the door interrupts your plans, however.
You glance at the clock hanging on your wall. 2:30 AM. The fuck kinda asshole knocks on people's doors at this time in the morning? You sigh, but trudge to the door anyway.
Upon peeking through the peephole, you almost gasp at the unexpected guest. Your bestfriend might've been an asshole, but he certainly wasn't one to stay up that late. He cares about his health, or whatever.
Maybe he'd decided it was time to change his boring habit and spend time with the most fun person in his life, you of course. You chuckle at your own joke, pulling the door open.
But your smile falters at the sight before you.
"Klaus?! What's wrong with you?! What happened?!" Questions escape your lips before you could comprehend any of them. His mischievous, teasing eyes had been turned blank and glossy, redness and puffiness evident even at first glance. He appeared to have been crying, but that was something you'd believed impossible, for you've known Klaus since childhood, and you couldn't remember the last time you saw tears in his eyes.
"Can I come in?" He croaks, keeping his head low.
"Y-yeah, of course." You step aside, allowing him to shuffle into your messy living room and place himself on the couch.
"Um, it's a bit of a mess; I wasn't expecting y- not that I mind, I just- um..do you want some tea?" You finish your string of nonsense awkwardly.
"It's okay. I just wanted to see you." His eyes don't meet yours. Normally, Klaus would be scolding the living shit out of you for your 'pig lifestyle'; never would he have been okay with your living room looking like it'd just been hit by a tornado.
You nervously inch closer to him; it was almost like you were waiting for a bomb to explode at the slightest mistake. "Did something happen?"
"No, nothing; I'm just cosplaying a cloud." He rolls his eyes and looks at you directly for the first time.
You laugh nervously, unnerved by the lack of humor in his statement regardless of how clearly sarcastic it was. Something is very clearly off, but you didn't know how to get him to open up.
"Are you gonna keep standing there like that? Could you just sit down?"
"Oh, um.." Suddenly aware of how awkward you look, you fumble to sit next to him on the couch.
After what felt like an eternity of awkward silence, you'd had enough of how hot your face was getting, but you weren't sure if you were supposed to ask again about what happened, so you do what everyone hates but resorts to anyway: small talk. "So..how much studying left do you have?"
"What makes you think I have any studying left? I'm already done." It was honestly hard to try to talk normally when he looked like he had a permanent pout etched into his face. You couldn't see him for the stuck up, demanding nerd he normally is.
"Klaus, seriously, what is it?"
"What is what?"
"You know what I'm talking about."
"I-" He seemed to have been about to continue the argument but pauses, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glued to the floor (or rather the books and papers covering the entire floor). "I don't know if I'll be able to talk about it." He sighs.
You rub your eyes with your palms in frustration and exhaustion. "Forget the tea; I'm getting the vodka." You push yourself off the couch and head to the kitchen, returning with a large bottle and two glasses filled with ice.
"Drink till you spill....information not vodka; this shit's expensive." You clink your glasses together, downing the clear liquid in one go.
You both cringe a little at the flavour before you pour more for each of you. After that second round is when his majesty had finally started speaking.
"So, you know how I'd told you I'd propose to Mila, right? I was even looking for a ring and all, right?" He stares at his third glass like he was reading his words off of it.
"Yeah?" You already knew of his girlfriend; you weren't very fond of her, but if Klaus likes her, that's the whole point, isn't it? Okay, you weren't that understanding at first, mostly because you'd started developing feelings for Klaus at around the end of middle school, but after he and Mila started dating in their first year of college, you'd given up on it and decided to remain friends with him instead, and slowly you'd felt your feelings for him fade away, helping you become more supportive of his relationship.
However, his next statement makes you wanna throw all that support out the window.
"Well, I went to visit her dorm a few hours ago." He pours himself a fourth glass, downing it before uttering any more information.
He sighs. "She was giving some dude a head." He chuckles humorlessly. "I'd suspected she was cheating, but what I didn't expect was for her to try and play it off like she had the right to- like I deserved it somehow." He slams his glass on the coffee table and reaches for the bottle, only for you to pull it away.
"What are you doing?" He grumbles, the effect of the alcohol evident in the slurring of his speech.
"Enough. I know you're upset, but it's too much; it's strong; I've only had two glasses, and I'm already struggling..you've had four!"
"I'm not telling you the rest if you don't hand it over!" He crosses his arms childishly.
You hesitate.
"Only one more, okay?" Your shakily hand him the bottle, which he gladly grabs to pour his fifth drink.
"So, what does she do? She tells me I'm bossy?! That all I ever do is control her life?!" He laughs in disbelief, "She says if I hadn't been such a pain in the ass, maybe she wouldn't have gone for another man." His laugh turns into shaky, desperate sobs. "Am I really that bad?" You doubted the question, like the rest of his speech, was even aimed at you; it was like he was only babbling and ranting to himself.
But it's not like you were gonna let him wallow in self-pity. "No, Klaus, it's her loss; don't say that-"
"She said at first I seemed perfect: rich, handsome, smart, but up close, I'm absolutely disgusting, and," he pauses, letting himself calm down slightly, which didn't even help because he still kept sobbing harshly, "and that she tried to hold on for the money, but even that couldn't prevent her other temptations."
It was absolutely ridiculous- so ridiculous, it pissed you off.
You pull the blond into your embrace, allowing him to sink into your warmth and let his tears roll freely. "Klaus, you're the biggest sweetheart I'd ever met; yeah, sure, you enjoy sarcasm more than chocolate or sex, but that doesn't make you a horrible person." Your flawed method of comforting earns laughter from the male in your arms.
"See? Who wouldn't kill for such an adorable laugh? Come on." You preach.
Gleaming purple eyes, still tainted red, stare back at you in disbelief, "Going a little too far, aren't you?"
"I'm re-inflating your huge ass ego, is it not working? I should get paid for this." You state in certainty.
"You're an idiot." He pulls himself away from you. You couldn't help the grin forming on your lips; the way his smile contradicted the trace of tears on his pink cheeks and red nose, the way his eyes glimmered in happiness though holding remnants of sadness, it all did wonders to your heart. It was a living, breathing proof that anything she breaks, you can fix- even if at your own pace.
And suddenly you begin to doubt if your feelings for that rude blond ever really went away.
"(Y/N)?" He snaps you back to the present. Has his face been always this close to yours?
"Hmm?" You attempt to shift away from him, but before you can really move away, his lips swollen, pink lips press onto yours softly.
Your eyes widen in shock, hands immediately flying to his chest and pushing him away. "Klaus?!"
"You like me, don't you?" His eyes bore into yours, forcing you to melt under his manipulating gaze. He looks like a kicked puppy, but somehow he'd managed to gain the upper hand, leaving you red and hot with embarrassment and surprise.
"Wha..what are you talking about?" You move back, creating distance between you two, but he just moves closer to you.
"I like you too; how did I never notice my attraction to you?" He sloppily traces your jawline with kisses.
You find it in you to push him away once again, trying your best to ignore your heart pounding in your chest. "Klaus, you reek of alcohol; you don't know what you're doing. Just stop."
He doesn't respond, his lips meeting yours in a heated kiss, one you were unable to pull away from. Butterflies were going crazy in your stomach, matching the speedy rate your heartbeats were going at.
The taste of vodka conquered the kiss, reminding you every passing second that he doesn't mean what he's doing and that it'll be awkward in the morning and maybe for the rest of your life, but maybe this is your only chance to feel loved by him, maybe you too wanted to forget about the future for a second and get lost in the heat of the moment.
So you do.
Therefore, when he begins reaching for your shirt, sure enough, you let him. And faster than you would've imagined, your clothes piled up on the floor with the books you'd abandoned since that idiot has stepped foot into your apartment.
"You're too good to me." Lips pressed to your neck, he mumbles, his right hand caressing your bare hip and side while he uses the other for support. He bites lightly on the soft skin, making you yelp at the sudden sharp pain, but it doesn't last. He licks and sucks on the skin, etching his markings onto your neck and collarbones.
×××
Perhaps an old, hard couch wasn't the perfect place for your sexy time with your crush, but then again were you even thinking at all last night?
Certainly not.
You shamefully collect your clothes off the floor, quickly noticing the fact that Klaus's were no longer there.
"Klaus?" You call out, earning no reply.
Before you give yourself a chance to actually look around for him, a paper on your coffee table catches your attention.
"It was a mistake. I'm sorry.
Please ignore last night I wasn't myself.
Klaus xx"
"Ignore it?" You chuckle sadly, "You fucking dick."
You pour your third glass.
~~(A/N): it's currently 7 am so idk if this is terrible and I'll regret it when I wake up or not but I'm posting it anyway 😂 Also I feel like this blog is becoming don't get Klaus drunk unless you want to get into his pants then sure go ahead! Idk 😂😂 but anyway if y'all want a part 2 for this tell me lol
