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[catmikaelson20]

thinking about lip gallagher with a girlfriend he's so serious about it's pathetic

lip gallagher, who kisses the insides of your arms because the softness of the skin is similar to your inner thighs

lip gallagher, who draws circles on your bare shoulders while you're asleep in his sheets

lip gallagher, who takes selfies with you whenever you ask, pressing kisses to your cheeks and temples and making funny faces into the camera

lip gallagher, who comes to your doorstep on late nights where he just 'needs you' and 'doesn't wanna talk about it'

lip gallagher, who watches you put your makeup on in your bathroom mirror

lip gallagher, who spends his lunch breaks at Patsy's outside, sharing cigarettes and laughs with you

lip gallagher, who 'accidentally' said 'i love you' in the middle of sex and started telling you morning and night when you said it back with no hesitation

lip gallagher, who loves when you kiss that little triangle tattoo on his chest

lip gallagher, who hates your shitty friends and hates when you complain about them just to find out you didn't stick up for yourself

lip gallagher, who hoped and prayed ian, his only other friend, would tolerate you

lip gallagher, who will never understand how you bounce back to each other so quickly after a nearly screaming match

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sebastian stan as bucky barnes in thunderbolts* (2025)

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Trigger warning!! This content includes mention of self harm scars. Read with caution

Uncertainty

Summary: I wake up in a bed that isn’t my own beside a familiar face. Memories of the previous night flood back. The things he saw and the things we did. I can only hope that these feelings last.

A small groan left me at the light streaming in past the gap of the curtains. The warmth on my face making me aware of how hot I was beneath the covers. My body shifted in it's place to roll over but I only got part way there before I heard a sigh from beside me. Slowly I turned my head, eyes landing on Klaus's sleeping face. It took me a moment to register why he was here, or rather why I was here. Seeing him seemed to dawn the realisation that this was not my room, not my bed, not my curtains.

The previous night came back to me in pieces. Dancing at the ball with him after he had been too stubborn to invite Camille. Hayley had begged me to go and promised it would be a night to remember. I suppose she was right. Klaus hadn't ever shown romantic interest in me. He was kind to me because I was to him and apparently he respected that I stayed with Hayley through everything with his family. Unfortunately for me I had liked him more than he did me and only Hayley knew it. So when his gaze flickered to my lips, I couldn't help myself.

Too many times had I imagined last night. His hands lifting me up, squeezing, stroking, gripping. His mouth kissing, biting, sucking. But I never believed it would actually happen and not the way that it had anyway. What I had imagined was purely fantasy, unrealistic. Given his nature I assumed he might be rougher and uncaring or maybe I was fearful that would happen. Instead he laid me down so carefully, the moment we got to his room he seemed to slow and start savouring. I was undressed slowly and I wasn't allowed to help, only watch his face as he revealed more and more skin. Somehow I had forgotten about the scars that covered me.

I only remembered when his eyes softened, hands hesitating. Just like that I knew why I hadn't been with anybody like that in so long. Nausea hit me and I sat up, eyes watering as I grabbed my dress from where it was still laid out on the end of the bed but Klaus gently tugged it back from me.

"It's okay." Was all he said and I had never seen so much sincerity in his eyes before.

I hated how obvious the marks were and knowing they wouldn't fade anymore than they already had. His hands moved back to my hips, caressing gently but I could still feel his gaze wondering across the straight lines that marred my stomach and thighs.

"They're old." I whispered to him, "I haven't done anything for a while now." The way my voice wobbled made me feel worse, like I'd ruined my only chance.

Klaus had nodded and leaned back down to kiss my lips but I felt small and pathetic after being so exposed so I pulled away. Instead he kissed my shoulder just gently and lifted his hand to cup my breast. "You're perfect." He told me, words quiet but clear as he pressed down on me to lay back down on my back. "These..." his fingers slid down to trace the lines, "are strength. They're apart of you and they don't take anything away."

Maybe those were the words that I had been waiting for someone to say. Or they were what I really wanted to believe for myself too but I didn't expect him to say them or believe them. I didn't even know I was crying until his thumb swiped the tears away and he kissed my mouth again. That time I welcomed it.

From that moment he was even gentler, taking his time no matter how late it got. I was almost positive that he had managed to kiss every single mark on me before he guided my legs over his shoulders, promising I would like what he'd do.

Like was an understatement. His tongue was warm and rough against me, rubbing my clit so well that I came just from that alone. Just his tongue sliding over me, circling slowly and teasing me until I swelled. The sensitivity was euphoric, and his lips kept sucking at just the right times, tip of his tongue still flicking until the only word I knew was him. Soon after his fingers were there too, just helping his mouth spread me open before they began to push in. My body hadn't felt so much in far too long. There was no way of calming or slowing my reactions. A few curls of his digits, which were placed strategically well, had my legs trembling around his head. They hit just perfectly every time, crossing over with the exact second his tongue would flex. When I came again he nuzzled closer, pulling his fingers out slowly before transferring them to his mouth. Nothing about last night felt real.

Even the sting of him finally led inside me didn't bring me to reality. Klaus stayed still for a while, his hands still stroking the inside of my thighs but now his eyes didn't care for the scars, they were focused on mine. The blue of his iris' kept tinting gold, his features sharpening and relaxing every so often whilst his body twitched between my legs.

"This is perfect." I whispered and he smiled warm and soft like he meant the action. Just then his hips shifted, soon his body moving against mine in a steady rhythm. My hands grabbed at his hair, just holding a fistful of curls and having his face close. I could feel the heat of his breath brush my neck and shoulder, warming the skin until I was a puddle beneath him. Every thrust of his cock was like a wave of something I didn't even know existed.

There's no way of knowing exactly how long the night lasted. I didn't want it to ever end and yet at the same time part of me considered fleeing now before he woke so that perhaps I could pretend it was all in my head.

Before I could act on such a thought, his eyes cracked open. His body reacted similarly to mine at the intrusion of sunlight before he saw me too. That same look of confusion I had earlier fleeted through him before that heavy realisation.

My hands held the duvet close to me despite the heat of the room. I looked back at him with uncertainty.

I wasn't the person he had been yearning for. He had never wanted me the way I did him and it would break me to hear his rejection after last night which is why I really wanted to leave. Klaus inhaled slowly before exhaling and sitting up against the headboard. The back of his hand rubbed the sleep form his eyes and he glanced my way. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. If it was his way of asking why I was still here or something else.

My gaze darted away.

He had seen me in a way barely anybody had, he'd reacted differently to anybody and now?

With a slight wince of pain from the ache between my legs, I moved to step down from his bed. My back was bared to him as I stared at the floor, unsure how I could leave his room entirely naked without anyone seeing.

A cool hand slid round my waist and pulled me back, my body coming into contact with his chest. "You're shaking." He murmured, voice husk with fatigue as he pressed a small kiss to my head. "Come lay down."

It wasn't so much a demand but a plea disguised as one. His tone almost questioning as he pulled the duvet back. I settled back beside him, feeling him press close.

"I'll put the fan on in a moment." Klaus whispered, his face in the back of my neck making my spine tickle.

I wasn't so sure what was going to happen but I knew that I wasn't leaving any time soon. I knew that he saw me for who I was and am and that he accepted both. I just hoped that he could love me like I did him.

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SEBASTIAN STAN Endings, Beginnings 2020 | dir. Drake Doremus

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Vis a Vis characters dating headcanons

ft. macarena, estefanía, saray, zulema, fabio, anabel, altagracia, román, hanbal

a/n: at some parts it can be nsfw

x prisoner!reader (except Román and Hanbal part)

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⤷  Maracena Ferreiro Maca would be a bit nervous from the start because she had something with Curly (Rizos) but that didn't work out and she had some troubles with her sexuality and stuff so it was kinda messy from the start. But if you wait patiently she will be yours forever.

When she loves, she loves deeply and is willing to do ANYTHING for those she love. She will protect you with her life and she may become overprotective because many people in prison wants to hurt her so she's afraid they will use you to hurt her.

She promised herself that if you die, she dies too. She only has you and her brother left so she does everything that's in her power to protect you.

She often dreams at night about you and her being free, living together, having more privacy, money,... When stuff in prison get tense, she will sleep in bed with you to protect you. I mean she would sleep with you everyday in the same bed if she could but prison beds are really small.

Castillo will protect you as well because Maca told him. He protects her because of a promise he gave to her father, but Maca told him that if anything goes wrong, he has to save you first.

She smiles at you a lot, she probably smile at you the most, sometimes at Curly and Sole, Román, Mercedes, but when she smiles at you it's different. It's a warm, loving, caring smile.

She'll stroke your cheeks when you day pay attention or kiss them because she loves how you after that kiss you turn to look at her and smile, she loves your smile a lot!

⤷  Estefanía Kabila Curly (Rizos) is also very protective, same level as Maca just different. Curly has short temper so if someone even looks at you weirdly she will break their jaw. You're trying to help her with her short temper because it's causing her to spend more time in solitary confinement.

She's always by your side, day and night. At night she crawls to your bed and hugs you tight, while are you falling asleep in her arms she'll gently stroke your back or hair.

She will braid your hair if you let her or she'll just massage your scalp or wash your hair for you, because this is kinda her love language? Also she just really loves your hair.

When you come to Curly, she'll grab your hand and spin you, she just spin you one time so she can take a look at you (not like you wear the same clothes every day).

A lot of pda and trust me she isn't embarrassed, not at all! She doesn't care who's looking, she doesn't care about ending in the confinement, she just loves you and she wants to show the world her love for you.

She'll get your name tattooed close to her heart. Then she'll probably convince you to get a matching set with her.

When you are mad at her and giving her a silent treatment, she will slowly come to you when you're laying on your bed, she'll stroke your arm with one finger and then trace it down, then she'll kiss your neck,...after that you cannot stay mad at her.

⤷  Saray Vargas de Jesús Saray will love you till her death. She'll sacrifice everything just to protect/save you and by that I mean a stranger, money, animal, her friends like Zulema, Curly, Sole,... even her family and also herself.

As much as she'll willing to sacrifice, she's willing to take so she will kill for you, beat every single person who did you wrong and god help those who try and flirt with you in front of her, they're dead.

Every morning she'll wake you up with a gentle slap on your butt or a kiss, doesn't matter if you share a cell. Oh she loves your butt, like really. She always has her hand on it, squeezing it or slapping it and when you wear pants that have the back pockets on the butt then she will put her hand in the pocket.

Sometimes she'll just cup your face into her hands, brushing off your hair, take a few extra seconds to admire your face and then kiss your whole face.

Saray is very affective and caring if you take the time and build a relationship with her and gain her trust so don't be surprised when she kisses you or touches you in any way, every day.

She LOVES when you braid her hair it's also why she keeps them that long so you can braid them which means touching her for a long time because it takes a lot of time to braid her hair.

She'll sing and dance around the cell with you and she loves it.

She'll also get your name tattooed on the wrist, chest, neck or anywhere else you tell her.

⤷  Zulema Zahir

Zulema is the queen so not many people are brave enough to flirt with you but some tried... they're dead now. She's very protective and doesn't let anyone disrespect you, if that happens; she'll kill them or make them be your slave.

Every time Zule is not around, Saray is watching you. Zulema told her to do so, just in case. I don't think you realize how much you mean to her... she would and will without wasting any time thinking; trade her freedom for your safety. Her freedom is everything to her but it's nothing compares to you...

She likes to sleep close to you at night, not just next to you, you two have to be close so she can hug you and stroke your hair but she has to be "free" enough to be able to stand up quickly in case that someone would want to attack you.

She wants to escape with you, you are like her engine, motivation to keep going and to keep thinking about new ways how to get out. Just so you can live your life how you deserve, outside and free.

She secretly dreams about having a house with you, somewhere far away, near the beach and the sea...

She'll let you cut her hair or braid her hair or wash her hair, she will let you do it, because she loves when you touch her hair, it's very calming for her.

She's the dominant one. No one can change my mind.

⤷ Fabio Martínez León

Fabio will watch 24/7. Like ALL THE TIME. He'll make sure that no other prisoner bothers you, that you get enough good and warm food, enough water, any medical treatments, enough blankets, soaps and anything else, you name it.

He wants to make your life in prison as comfortable as he can and as safe as he can. So he's doing all of this for your good.

Sometimes he will randomly put you in confinement, just so he can be alone with you for few minutes, because there are no cameras. It's also because it's a lot safer there yk...

He'll try and get you out of prison if it's possible, he'll hire the best lawyers around and try to find a way. Trust me when I tell you that he's spending thousands on you, but he loves you..

If he somehow manage to get you out of prison, you and him will move somewhere far far away. But I think he would want to live in a caravan or van, so you can travel and drive around the world freely, just the two of you.

It's also because you just drive around the world so you don't stay at one place for too long. it's better for your protection and safety.

Cuddles at night are need. He'll stroke your hair and kiss your forehead before you fall asleep, so you know you are safe and that he loves you.

⤷ Anabel Villaroch

Anabel is another very protective woman but she's also pretty possessive. If you decide to date her, you belong to her, you are hers and no one else can have you.

Like I said she's another very protective woman and now she maybe be a bit paranoid because of Zulema and Maca, so she's watching you 24/7, herself. She doesn't trust anyone else now, just you and her.

The two of you will also spend most of the time in the library because it's "safer" there for you.

If you need anything like money, make-up, phone, drugs, anything... she'll get it to you. She'll contact her "friends" from the outside and let them bring it to her.

At nights, I feel like she needs a but of her personal space so she will kiss your forehead and cuddle you to sleep, but after you fall asleep, she'll move and sleep a bit from you, just to keep her space...

She'll wear a necklace with your initial on it and she'll never take it off, it's very dear to her... when she's feeling sad or hopeless or when she's at the confinement, she kissed the necklace, just to feel your presence...

She's a different person when she's with you, she smiles more, a real smile, she laughs and she feels more free...

⤷ Altagracia

If you thought that Zulema's or Anabel's protectivnes is a lot, then you are not ready for Altagracia's.

She's on a whole different level. She saw how they killed her lover and then find out that he wasn't sleeping just with her, so she has very low temper + trust issues.

If any prisoner even dares to harm you, they are dead already, they signed their death wish.

She'll try to get you out of prison as quickly as possible but it takes some time and some money.

Sometimes she gets frustrated so she takes you to the confinement and fucks you till you pass out, but you love it.

Also she sometimes manages to get you out of prison and take you home for few days without anyone noticing (yeah, somehow she does it) and at these times she spends every minute with you, she cooks with you, cuddle with you, shower with you, etc...

She'll watch your every step, she also has access to the cameras so she really see everything. If someone is threathing to you and you don't tell her, she'll find out, punish you and kill the prisoner.

⤷ Román Ferreiro

Román now has only you and his sister, Maca. He does everything he can to protect you from everything. He became a bit paranoid from all the chaos and murders... it also affected his sleep a lot...

He has a problem falling a sleep and it takes time to calm him and make him fall asleep, he's also became a light sleeper so he might wake up durning the night.

Which helps him tho, is when you cuddle him or stroke his hair, cheek or when you kiss his forehead...

Another very protective person, like I already said he became a bit paranoid so he's VERY protective.

He loves you, a lot. He cannot imagine his life without you and if someone killed you or harmed you, he'd go feral!

You two live in a caravan and travel a lot. From time to time you visit Maca in the prison. But otherwise you are just driving around, he think that it's safer when you don't stay at one place for too long...

Sometimes it's too much on him and he needs to rest, it's the time when his paranoia and anxiety get the best of him, like for example he spends endless nights looking out of the window with a gun in his hands just because he think that danger is coming, someone who will hurt you... so at these times you have to drag him to the bed with you and cuddle him to sleep. Lots of words of affirmation and kisses will calm him down.

⤷ Hanbal Hamadi

He'll treat you like a queen, literally. You are his pride, his queen, his everything. He'll show you off a lot and he'll also do a lot PDA, I mean he's not ashamed at all, he can just fuck you in front of everybody.

You're his and he's yours; this is his moto, kinda?? Basically it means that no one can touch you and if anyone try, he'll kill them.

Lots of traveling together. Somewhere away, somewhere warm with a sea and a beach... so like Turkey, Egypt, Arabia, Romania, Greece, Bulgaria, etc...

He's very touchy and possessive. He has to be touching you all the time, even if it's just a pinkie or a slight touch on your thigh. But what he loves the most is probably your butt and face. He loves when he can squeeze your butt or lay on it, it's soft and he can squeeze it, yk yk...

And your face, well because he loves your face. He always tells you that you are the most beautiful woman he ever saw in his life. He also loves your facial expressions, especially the small one that you probably don't even notice..

He'll tease you a lot and then he'll just laugh at your reaction. He finds it really cute and he cannot stop, unless it's making you uncomfortable.

He loves dancing with you. Doesn't matter if you cannot dance or you are bad at it, just dance with him. Move around the kitchen with him or the beach or in the sea, everywhere.

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I have an urge

Yandere Klaus of course

Maybe this is a few months after Katherine escapes him? So he is extremely frustrated and angry because he almost broke the curse, and he doesn't want to get near Elijah because he blames him for Katerina running away

He is walking around and sees reader, very beautiful and very lonely. The village is afraid of him so when he starts talking to her she hesitates but with time she likes him (random scene here, I thought about her bathing in a lake and he is watching and she sees him)

Eventually her father wants her to get married with a man she doesn't even know. She tells this to Klaus and he has the greatest idea (in his mind I'm sure it would sound brilliant): he makes a tower. And locks her in it. Yes, like Rapunzel. So she would be with him without the judgment of her village, and of course she would never leave him, considering he is even more paranoid than ever now and he just can't lose something so good.

Maybe he has a secret entrance to the tower, or something like this. With time she gets used to it and even likes her new life, she always has everything she wants with no people to bore her, and it's a very big place with gardens and all, almost a castle.

One day a man finds the tower and climbs and gets inside, she gets scared but they talk and she likes him, she likes having a friend but knows that Klaus would never allow that. He continues to go to her but he is in love with her, while she just sees him as a friend and loves Klaus, so when he asks her to run away with him he is shocked when she says she doesn't want to leave Klaus. But Klaus is still Klaus and he finds out about this and kills him, and now is suspicious about her, she says she would never leave him and although he believes in her love he fears the abandonment. Now she knows she wouldn't leave this tower so soon, not in this century.

Another random image: he doesn't let her wear anything. Why would she need clothes in her tower, after all?

It’s not exactly the same as you said but as close as I could make it whilst still being in the flow! I hope you enjoy!! (Also warning for possessive themes!)

Locked Away

Summary: I grew up ashamed of who I am and treated poorly due to things out of my control. Late on night I find myself drawn to Klaus without even knowing who or what he is. By the time he tells me, I’m in too deep. There’s nothing that could stop me from loving him.

I wasn't worth a whole lot. My family didn't have money, my father didn't have a very well respected job and it was rumoured that my mother did...other things for money.

Shame hung over me like a dark cloud in a blue sky. Other women didn't want to speak to me and no man had any interest in asking for my hand, despite my fathers efforts. I was alone in the world and he fixed that.

Klaus was well known, or rather not known but a dark looming figure that lurked over the town. I hadn't ever seen him, he never came to the town, it wasn't 'good enough' for him. Too dirty. And the only times there were stories of him being spotted it involved at least two dead bodies.

But it meant that I didn't know it was him when I saw him in the forest. I was bathing in the lake late into the night so that nobody else would be around, but then I felt his eyes on me. I turned slowly, looking around and finding him stood against a tree. He was undeniably handsome and dressed in materials I had never had the privilege of touching. I was frightened, nervous but curious.

My body was covered beneath the water, my arms wrapped around myself just uncase he could make out the shape of me through the gentle ripples. It was cold, and his gaze only made the goosebumps on my skin stand out more. I wasn't sure what to do. I couldn't get out and let him see me, it would only put more disgrace on my family if it got out that a man of high estate had seen me bare in the woods. For a moment I considered just pretending he wasn't there and continuing my bathe but it wasn't just like being watched, it was almost threatening.

I watched as he moved closer, leaves crunching with each step. My heart was thudding, a sense of nausea flooding over me when his clothes were slowly dropped to the forest floor, piece by piece. Hesitantly I stepped further back, further into the lake as the water moved around him. A small gasp left me when I went too deep, my feet unable to feel the ground and my head slipping under. A punch of panic hit me before I was pulled back up, my hands grabbing at whatever was helping.

A cough spluttered out of me, my eyes blurry whilst his chuckle tickled its way down my spine. "You're okay." He murmured. The feel of a mans hands on me terrified me.

"No-" I whimpered and he let go, this time I could stand and my arms went back to cover me. His eyes held so much curiosity.

"You bathe rather late, my lady." I swallowed thickly at the title, but nodded regardless.

"Nobody is usually around." I whispered and he hummed, fingers lifting to stroke some of the wet hair away from my face. It was odd, he was frightening me and yet not a single part of me wanted to run. His touch was cold but I couldn't pull away.

"It's unsafe to bathe alone. Especially in the night." He warned and I nodded silently. There was something threatening in his voice, and his eyes but not enough.

"I should get home." I whispered and he turned, walking out of the water. For whatever reason I followed his path, the water rippling around us both. He climbed out first before turning and holding out his hands which I was almost compelled to accept. I kept my eyes away from his body, too afraid to look despite feeling his shameless gaze searching mine.

Hurriedly, I made my way to my garments, tugging the dress over me and feeling my skin burn with embarrassment when a hand lay against the top of my back. Fingers brushed the thin fabric, a small hum in his throat. When I looked up at him again he was back in his clothes. Rich, heavy and dark.

"You're rather beautiful for a..." I glanced back down at the unfinished sentence because I knew he wanted to say 'for a peasant.' or 'for a whores daughter.' like any other man who had found me the slightest bit attractive. "You're very beautiful." He corrected with the clearing of his throat, his hands squeezing the water out of the ends of my hair. "Allow me to walk you back, like I said, it's unsafe at night alone."

The walk home was tense and confusing. I didn't understand what was happening, if something else was going to happen. Yet nothing did.

The streets were quiet and dimly lit. His hands were cold with a tight grip. Once I stopped outside of the crumbling thing I called a house he let me go and disappeared into the dark.

Each night I couldn't help but go back to the bathing lake, watch him step down into the water and let his hands guide me deeper. He'd hold me up, let my legs kick to try keep above water like it entertained him. After a while he taught me to float, we would both lay on our backs, looking up at the moon through the trees. Eventually he'd walk me home again.

This became a routine, something to look forward to and get me by. It took me longer than I'd like to admit to realise that it got him by too. And it took me even longer to find out who he was.

He knew that I would be afraid, part of me at least.

But I liked him a lot more than I could have feared him. So when his fingers tightened their grip on my sides after he'd told me his name, I didn't pull away to run like he expected but I did something I never thought I would. I pushed up onto my toes and pressed my lips to his. Very unacceptable behaviour but he welcomed it regardless.

Thankfully we were still out in the woods so nobody could see the way his hands tugged at my dress, squeezed my waist and hips. Hesitantly I placed my hands on his chest, feeling the fabric with a small sound of surprise when I felt his tongue at the seam of my lips. Quickly I pulled away and looked down, let go of his jacket and felt my eyes water.

"It's alright." His voice was a slur through my mind as he pulled me back to him. "Nobody knows." He whispered close to my ear, "Nobodies going to know."

Except somehow my father found out. In retaliation he sold my hand to a man who wanted me purely to reproduce. When I met him I was appalled to be honest. But no where near as horrified and Klaus was when I told him.

I'd seen my father in a blind rage a couple of times but Klaus's was a hundred times scarier. He wanted to kill the man I was betrothed to and my father for arranging it along with everybody else in the town when he had frightened me into telling him why people didn't like me, why I was being given to such a man. After a while of yelling he realised my crying and settled down onto the floor besides me, holding me to his chest whilst we huddled against a tree. I kept my face hidden in his clothes, feeling his hands in my hair whilst he whispered his soft apologies and promises until I fell asleep.

By the time I woke up, life would never be what it was but maybe that wasn't so bad.

The tower was high, very, scarily high. Klaus said he built it himself which didn't make sense because he also said that he made it for me. Unless I had been asleep for weeks, I wasn't sure how he'd done that. All I knew was that I woke up in the softest of beds, most beautiful of fabrics and beside Klaus, that same handsome man who'd followed me into the water.

Klaus told me not to panic and his eyes were so hypnotising when he said it that I felt every muscle in my body relax. He held my hand and led me around the tower.

"See now, this is where we can make food and eat and over there is for us to relax and make things hm? Remember when I showed you how to paint with the berries in the forest? Well in here there's real paint for us to use." He smiled, stroking my hair over and over. "Nobodies going to bother us ever again. Try to take you away or call you anything other than perfect."

And he was right.

It was just us up there, it was quiet. When it was too quiet he taught me to play the harp. Such beautiful sounds from each string made the days even brighter. I had learnt so much just being with him.

But sometimes he would leave for a lot longer than I knew what to do with and when he came back...there was just so much blood. I cried so much when when he revealed what he was but somehow he calmed me down again. We'd be back on the couch and he'd show me how to draw a face, always my face. It made my face heat up again. Any fear would disappear, I didn't care if he was a vampire or if he was trying to break a curse. I hated that Katerina had ruined his life, that he couldn't be the hybrid he was supposed to.

I cared about whatever he cared about. Klaus said that's what love is.

I loved Klaus, I love him, I always have and will.

No matter how much blood I scrubbed off of him or how faint I felt after he sunk his teeth into the side of my neck. How the loneliness started to settle in when he didn't come back for a week. Or when he smelt like someone else.

His hands would stroke the fabric of the dress he had sewn for me, and he would sigh softly.

"You could take these off you know. I've seen you before, soon enough I'll be able touch you, hm?" He whispered, kissing down my throat slowly between words.

"I'd be cold." I mumbled and he chuckled.

"You would not." Klaus shook his head and rubbed my side. "I'd have heat to keep you warm. Whatever you needed."

But his request wasn't really an option.

Within days all of my dresses were gone and he was pouring cool water over me. It was strange being in a tub and not the lake, but I liked it. I was dried off and set down on the couch. Completely bare.

"Perfect." Klaus whispered, hands smoothing my skin from my face to my thighs. He made me feel perfect.

With time he brought more and more for me to do or to make. To look at and touch. I think at first, being somewhere so new and different was frightening but after a while it felt home. I was supposed to be with him.

After a year or so he build a huge balcony going all the way round where I got to grow flowers, fruits and vegetables which made cooking so much easier knowing I didn't have to wait for him to come back with the ingredients. Especially once I got my herb garden too. On the evenings I'd stand at the edge and watch him make his way back through the forest, coming inside in a way I could never understand. It was impossible to find how he got in and out. He always left at night and came back at night in hopes that I wouldn't see. Somehow he snuck in one day when I was trying to figure out is entrance. Not because I wanted to leave or anything, just curiosity really. He wasn't happy.

So I didn't look anymore, found other things to occupy my time and was just happy for when he came back.

"Love?" He called through the tower and I put down the paints, heading toward his voice.

"I'm here!" I called, smiling when he came into view and walked over, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up instantly. My legs went round his waist easily and his mouth pressed to mine.

"So you are." He murmured, kissing along the length of my jaw firmly. "So perfect too, hm?" Klaus mumbled, nipping my skin making me arch my neck for him to drink but he just sucked a mark there instead.

"Bath?" I whispered and he nodded, carrying me to the room with the tub; we called it the bathing tub for a while before just shortening it to bath. Klaus said soon enough everyone had a bath.

I liked the bath. Klaus would take of his clothes too and his skin would slide against mine like the silk sheets in bed. Hands all over until they were inside. "Dirty girl..." He'd whisper, one hand holding my jaw open so I couldn't quieten my moans whilst his other hand curled three fingers inside me. "Making the water so filthy."

The best part was that after bath time, he would stay naked until he had to leave again. We would paint together and each other. Klaus always loved to rub different colours onto my skin. I'd press hand prints all over him too until we were both covered.

"That's it, love. Come here." He would tug me down onto the large spread of paper that covered half the tower's floor. I couldn't help but giggle when our mouths met, smudging the colours.

The first one we ever made stayed hung up for years, preserved perfectly. We just kept adding them up into a big pile. Klaus needed a new one at least once a week and I could never say no.

Klaus was perfect. He was all I could have ever wanted. He gave me a whole new life, something I had only ever dreamed of.

The only thing that was hard sometimes was the loneliness again. Which is why I was a little excited when I heard a new voice calling up.

"Hello?" It was a man, there was a slight husk to the word which made me curious. "Is somebody up there?" The question drew me close. I wondered over quickly, stepping onto the cool stone of the balcony and peeking through the gaps in the railings.

"Hi" I called back, looking down and seeing him staring straight back up. His head tilted and he stepped back a little.

"Are you alright up there?" There was a touch of concern which confused me but I smiled and nodded.

"Yeah! I live here."

"How do you get down?" That was something that I couldn't answer. Even after years, I had never found how he got out and I hadn't looked in forever.

"Oh...um I don't." I wasn't sure why my face weakened, I didn't want to go down anyway.

"Well...how do you survive?" He asked and I smiled.

"Klaus gets things for me." I beamed as though it were obvious. "He's my..."

"Husband?" The man questioned and I hesitated because no, we hadn't married. One moment I was betrothed to another man and the next I was up here, living with him, loving him. That's what marriage was anyways, loving each other.

"Yeah." I nodded and rest my forehead against one of the wooden rails. "Are you married?"

"No." His head shook and I tilted mine.

"Why not?" The question was simple enough. "You look handsome enough."

"You must barely be able to see me from up there." He laughed and my cheeks warmed.

"Sure I can." I protested. He wasn't exactly clear to look at but his hair was combed neatly and his clothes weren't as fancy as Klaus's but no where near as thin as the ones I used to own. Girls in my town would have thrown themselves at him!

"You really can't come down?" He checked again and I shook my head again.

"No...Do you see a way up?"

I shouldn't have suggested that but the words slipped out of my mouth too quick. Now he didn't manage to get up that day but the idea encouraged him to keep returning to try. Somehow it always seemed to line up perfectly. He only ever turned up when Klaus had left for the day which I suppose was more often than I realised.

His name was William and he was going to be knighted soon, very soon actually, just a couple months away. For the meantime he was still a squire, a gentil squire at that. He told me about his duties to the King and what life was like out there, what year it was and even what had been happening in the town I had once lived in which apparently we weren't anywhere near anymore. Klaus must've wanted to make sure my parents couldn't find me is all. So when William went to the different towns on errands, he would check up on there for me. Just to satisfy my growing curiosity. I didn't want to go back or anything.

Eventually he managed to climb up. He brought rope and strong daggers. I watched, my nerves ever growing as he plunged the blade between the bricks of the tower wall. My stomach dropped every time one of his feet slipped slightly or the tip of the knife hit the brick instead of something softer to sink into. "You're gonna fall!" I gasped. "You should go back- you aren't even half way..." But William kept going regardless.

After a week he was able to climb up with ease. He didn't ever come inside the tower, we just sat and chatted on the terrace. It was nice having someone else to talk to, just someone to talk to during the long days. He helped me garden and sometimes brought some extra fertiliser, but not enough that Klaus would notice.

Not that it mattered. He noticed other things instead.

"Has he been in here? Huh!? Did you invite him in?" He yelled, grabbing me by the shoulders tightly and shaking.

"No! No!" I cried, my head shaking quickly. "Just- just on the outside I promise- We were just talking, Klaus!"

"Talking." The word was spat out like venom. "I give you everything and you feed me lies?"

I had never been afraid of Klaus, not truly, not until that day. Things were thrown everywhere, paintings torn. Our first one that we had made special ripped to shreds.

Eventually he stopped and went quiet, stormed off to the bed area. I was too scared so I slept on the floor.

I didn't speak to Klaus for over a week. When he went on another trip, William came back and I begged him to run away. I hadn't told Klaus his name, I didn't want something bad to happen.

"Come with me." William whispered, his hand reaching for mine.

"What?" I sniffled and he smiled faintly.

"I'm a night now. I can look after you and we can have a life outside of this tower. Don't you want that?" I didn't know what to say to him. I didn't know what I wanted, not really. Nobody had asked before and I never gotten to choose. However, the one thing that I knew I wanted was Klaus. I couldn't leave him.

"No..." I breathed, my eyes stinging slightly. "I love Klaus. I like it up here...I can't- I can't go, okay?" I sniffed, overwhelmed by everything that had happened recently. What confused me more was that William didn't look angry or annoyed at me. He just nodded and squeezed my hand.

"Okay."

"I'm sorry."

"No, you mustn't be. This is your home, your life and you have a husband. I should have known better than to..." His words fell short and he glanced down. His hand squeezed again before the warm touch of his lips pressed to the top of my head. "To have fallen for you. For that, I am sorry."

"Yes. You should be." The voice was loud and unforgiving. An involuntary whimper left me and I tightened my grip on William's hand.

"Klaus- please just let him leave. He won't ever come back. Promise you won't come back!" I begged, looking between them both desperately but I should have known better.

I was grabbed, dragged. Forced to watch as Klaus shoved him over the railing, his yell for me ending with a harsh thud.

That was William's punishment -death. So was mine.

Klaus turned me the same day. This way I could never leave the tower, I burned in the sun and drank only enough animal blood to keep me upright. The only upside was that my transition was easier than other vampires. I wasn't able to hurt anyone or get over stimulated by all the sounds of the town.

Everything slowly went back to normal, except that I could only tend to my plants at night and when Klaus fed from me it felt much more intimate than before. Lots of things felt more.

His touch, his words. The highs and the lows.

But the thing that seemed to linger most was always the loneliness.

I love Klaus but after a century in the tower, away from light and people, I began to dream of leaving. I began to search for the way out again.

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Jensen Ackles as Mark Meachum COUNTDOWN (2025) | 1.11 – “Run”

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Sebastian Stan! 💠💙💠

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SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES THUNDERBOLTS*

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I have never loved anyone as much as I love Joseph

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mark meachum + his slutty badge

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he was chaos, he was revelry

summary: Bucky tells you to go out and have a day at the mall and get whatever you want. When you only buy a $20 Squishmallow, he has to intervene. word count: 2.9k+ pairing: mafia!bucky barnes x fem!reader notes: if you don't know, i'm a sucker for mafia dark romance books. like literally a whore when it comes to reading them on my kindle. most of the time it's the female character spending thousands of dollars with the male character's money because it's enemies to lovers, but here's a little twist on it! <3 warnings/tags: mafia au, sweetheart!reader, shy!reader, bucky is the mafia boss and rich, fluff, bucky loves his girl

The sun barely filtered through the heavy curtains when you padded into the kitchen, the tile cold under your socks. The scent of strong coffee hit you first, followed by the low rumble of Bucky’s voice from the adjoining office.

You’d gotten used to it, mostly—the way his mornings started in one world while yours stayed in another. You could hear him through the cracked door, his voice sharp, all steel and threat. “If he thinks he can skim off my shipments, he’s got another thing coming. I want him handled by noon. Make it clean.”

A pause. The scrape of a chair. His tone dipped even lower. “And tell the Rosetti crew if they send another man sniffing around my docks, I’ll gut their operation and leave the bones for the rats. Yeah. That’s all.”

Silence followed, broken only by the soft click of the call ending. And then the door opened, and suddenly you weren’t in the world of the Barnes Syndicate anymore.

“Morning, doll,” Bucky murmured, his voice rich and warm like the coffee he carried. The sharp edges of his morning melted away the second he saw you standing there in your oversized sleep shirt, hair a little mussed, hands tucked in your sleeves. His whole face softened, like the violence of a few minutes ago was just smoke he could brush off his shoulders.

“Hi,” you whispered back, smiling shyly as he walked over and pressed a kiss to your temple. He smelled like cedar and the faint bite of cologne, a mix you’d long since decided meant home.

“Made your tea,” he said, nodding toward the counter. Sure enough, the mug was there, steeping just the way you liked. “Sit. Eat something for me, yeah?”

You obeyed, curling into the chair as he slid a plate with toast and strawberries your way. He perched on the edge of the table, still in his black dress shirt and vest from early meetings, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the gleam of his metal arm in the morning light.

“You’re free today, right?” he asked casually, as if he hadn’t just threatened someone’s life two minutes ago.

You nodded, chewing on a strawberry.

“Good. I want you to go out, doll. Shopping. Whatever you want. No limit.” He leaned in to kiss the top of your head, and you could hear the indulgent smile in his voice. “You’ve been holed up here too much.”

Your first instinct was to refuse. “Bucky, I don’t need anything—”

“Not what I asked,” he interrupted gently, but with the kind of authority that made your cheeks warm. “Humor me. Take Natasha with you. Let her carry the bags.”

You blinked. “Bags?”

“Yeah,” he said, grinning. “Plural. Go spoil yourself for me, sweetheart.”

---

Natasha Romanoff was the perfect bodyguard. Or maybe the scariest one. She leaned against the mall’s marble column in black jeans and a leather jacket, sunglasses hiding her sharp eyes. Everyone who glanced her way looked twice, then decided they had somewhere else to be.

Meanwhile, you hesitated at the entrance of yet another gleaming luxury store, feeling like a kid sneaking somewhere you didn’t belong. The displays were immaculate—handbags behind glass, shoes lined like art pieces.

“You can go in,” Natasha said dryly behind you, arms folded. “You’re the girlfriend of James Barnes. They’ll probably carry you to the register if you ask.”

“That’s… worse,” you muttered under your breath, earning the faintest twitch of a smirk from her.

You wandered inside anyway, letting the sales associates swarm. They started listing the merits of different bags and scarves, but your heart wasn’t in it. The idea of spending thousands of Bucky’s money on a purse that would just sit in your closet made your stomach twist.

After an hour of store-hopping, you had… nothing.

Natasha raised an eyebrow as you walked past a fountain, hands still empty. “You’re going to break his heart, you know.”

“I’m looking!” you insisted, cheeks warm. “I just… don’t need any of this.”

Then, as if fate had a sense of humor, you spotted it.

A wall of squishmallows.

You froze in the doorway of the toy store, heart stuttering at the sight of the soft pastel sea of plush animals. There, on the middle shelf, was the one you’d been eyeing for weeks: a fat little lavender bunny with floppy ears and a permanent sleepy smile.

You drifted closer, fingers brushing the soft fabric like it was spun sugar. Price tag: $20.

Behind you, Natasha sighed, long-suffering. “This is what gets her attention. Not the diamond bracelet. A… blob.”

“It’s not a blob,” you whispered defensively, hugging the smaller version in your arms first. It was only $9.99, which felt safer somehow, but after a long stretch of indecision—cuddling it, putting it back, and staring at the bigger one—you finally picked up the larger bunny.

It was so soft.

“Okay,” you mumbled to yourself, taking it to the register. Natasha trailed after you, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe this was her life now.

Hours later, back in the car, your entire “haul” sat on your lap: one squishmallow. The driver’s rearview mirror reflected the barest twitch of his mouth, like he knew exactly how Bucky would react.

You clutched the plush closer and sank into the leather seat, shyly happy in a way that didn’t need anything more than this $20 marshmallow bunny.

---

Bucky’s evening had been a blur of phone calls and quiet threats. He’d wrapped up a meeting in his office, loosening his tie as he sank into the leather chair and finally glanced at the credit card notifications on his phone.

He expected a list of designer boutiques, a jeweler, maybe that cozy little bookstore he knew you loved. He’d practically begged you to go wild, and he wanted to see the proof in numbers.

Instead, there was just… one charge. $20.48 – Playtime Toys.

Bucky blinked. He stared at it like it might rearrange itself into something sensible. “Twenty… dollars?” he muttered under his breath, scrolling to make sure the statement wasn’t glitching. That was it. The entire day out, with Natasha as your guard, and you’d spent less than a single steak at his favorite restaurant.

He called his driver first. “Where’d she go today?” Bucky’s voice was calm but suspicious.

The driver chuckled quietly. “Couple clothing stores. Looked around. Bookstore for a while. Stationery shop too. She didn’t buy anything. Just… looked.”

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. “And the toy store?”

“She found a stuffed animal, boss. Held the small one for a long time. Put it back. Eventually bought the bigger one. That was it.”

Bucky sighed and ended the call. He sat there for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching despite himself. He could practically picture you, wandering the mall like a shy little ghost, falling in love with a plush toy instead of anything remotely expensive.

He wanted to be exasperated. But mostly? His chest ached with something warm and stupidly fond.

---

The penthouse was quiet when he returned, the only light spilling from a single lamp in the living room. His steps softened instinctively when he spotted you curled up on the couch, fast asleep.

You were on your side, hair falling over your face, the TV murmuring some late-afternoon sitcom rerun. And nestled against your chest, clutched in both arms like a lifeline, was a plump lavender bunny squishmallow.

Bucky froze in the doorway, the sight hitting him like a punch. God, he was ruined for this. His cold, lethal world fell away entirely as he walked closer. You’d tucked your cheek against the plush, and he noticed—when he leaned down—that faint, familiar scent. His cologne.

He huffed a quiet, disbelieving laugh, crouching beside the couch. “You sprayed my cologne on a marshmallow bunny, doll?” he murmured, brushing a knuckle over your soft hair.

You mumbled something sleepy, half-lost in a dream, nuzzling the squishmallow closer.

Bucky sat on the coffee table, elbows on his knees, and just… watched you for a moment. The only person in his entire world who could fall asleep clutching a stuffed animal while he had men stationed with rifles on the roof.

He finally, gently, tugged the bunny from your arms. You stirred with a tiny whine, lashes fluttering as you blinked up at him, bleary and soft. “Bucky?” Your voice was a whisper.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, lowering himself onto the couch and pulling you into his lap with one smooth motion. You melted against him instantly, head on his shoulder, the residual warmth of sleep making you pliant. He pressed a kiss to your hair. “We need to talk about your… shopping.”

You perked up faintly, confusion knitting your brows. “Shopping?”

He held the squishmallow up like evidence. “This. This is all you bought?”

Warmth flooded your cheeks. “I… I didn’t really see anything I needed…”

“Doll,” he said, voice low and thick with amusement and a hint of frustration, “I told you to spoil yourself. I gave you a driver, Natasha, my card… and you spent twenty bucks at a toy store?”

You squirmed in his lap, shy and defensive. “I like it. And… it was enough.”

He stared at you for a long moment, then let out a slow breath and shook his head, lips twitching. “You’re killing me, you know that?”

“Sorry…” you whispered, eyes dropping.

“No, no, don’t you dare apologize.” His voice softened instantly, the steel melting into warm honey as he cupped your cheek. “I just… I want you to have things, doll. Pretty things. Comfortable things. Everything.”

“I don’t need everything,” you murmured, leaning into his palm.

He kissed your temple, his metal hand rubbing slow circles on your thigh. “Then I’ll just have to keep trying until you take at least something from me that costs more than a marshmallow.”

You giggled quietly, burying your face in his neck. “It’s a bunny.”

“Uh-huh,” he teased, hugging you tighter, the plush squished between your bodies. “My terrifying reputation out there, and at home my girl smells like sugar and sleeps with a bunny.” His thumb stroked along your jaw, and he whispered, “you’re mine, doll. And I’m gonna spoil you whether you like it or not. Starting tomorrow. No more twenty-dollar limits.”

“Bucky…” You whined softly, but your arms tightened around him anyway, secretly loving every second of his indulgent attention.

He chuckled low in his chest, already plotting which stores he’d personally escort you to next—because clearly, leaving you to your own devices had resulted in a lavender squishmallow and absolutely nothing else.

---

You woke to warmth. It was the slow kind—like sunlight through gauze, or fingers tracing your hip beneath the covers. The sheets were tangled around your legs, and your cheek was pressed into Bucky’s chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat under your ear.

His arm was slung low around your waist, all protective weight and heat, and you barely had time to stretch before his hand slid up to your ribs. “Morning, doll,” he murmured, voice still rough from sleep.

You made a soft noise in reply, pressing your nose to the crook of his neck. He smelled like expensive soap and the clean spice of his cologne—the same one you’d sprayed, just a little, onto the squishmallow now sitting like a sentry on the couch across the room.

His chest rumbled under your cheek. “You smell like that damn bunny again.”

You smiled sleepily, too warm and soft to be embarrassed.

“You gonna let me do this properly today?” he asked after a moment. His voice was lighter now, teasing, but there was a thread of something real beneath it. “Let me spoil you?”

Your hand found his shirt—half unbuttoned, likely from some midnight phone call you’d slept through—and you nodded against him. “M’kay,” you mumbled.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and it lingered. “Good girl.”

---

You’d never shopped with Bucky before. Not like this. Sure, you’d trailed beside him during quick errands or sat with him while he bought suits—but this was different. This time, you were the purpose. The focus.

You’d barely made it out of the car before the first store employee spotted him.

The shift was immediate.

People noticed him the moment he entered any space. Not because he made noise—he didn’t. Bucky moved with the coiled calm of someone who knew the world would part for him whether he asked it to or not. His arm slid around your waist as you stepped into the first shop, and just like that, every sales associate in the building looked like they were preparing for royalty and war all at once.

You leaned into his side instinctively. “I think they know who you are,” you whispered as a woman in a sharp black suit all but sprinted to the counter to alert someone else.

Bucky smirked. “That’s the idea.”

“I don’t need—”

“Sweetheart.” He stopped you with a gentle squeeze around your waist. “We are not doing the bunny stunt again.”

You flushed immediately. “It wasn’t a stunt—”

“Mm.” He leaned down and brushed a kiss behind your ear. “Start picking things. Or I’ll start picking for you.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but he was already steering you toward the displays, one hand low on your back.

The boutique was quiet and spotless, everything sleek and expensive. You gravitated toward a soft knit sweater first—cream-colored, slightly oversized.

Bucky watched you run your fingers along the hem, then plucked it off the hanger himself and handed it to an assistant. “This one. In three colors.”

You blinked. “Three—”

“Cream, navy, and that soft pink. You’ll wear that one at home.”

Your heart gave a traitorous flutter. He was already moving on.

By the third store, you had a growing collection of bags hanging from his metal arm—cozy sweaters, soft linen dresses, a pair of boots you’d admired silently until he caught the look in your eye and made the purchase without blinking.

You tried to be subtle about what you liked.

He noticed everything anyway.

When you paused too long at a shelf of delicate hair clips, he picked out two and handed them to the attendant with a nod. When your fingers drifted toward a candle with a vanilla-peach scent, it was quietly added to the growing pile.

And when you looked guilty every time he paid?

He leaned in close, speaking low so only you could hear. “You don’t get it yet, do you?” he murmured, thumb brushing your hip. “All of this? It’s for you. Always has been.”

You swallowed hard and didn’t trust yourself to reply.

---

By noon, you had four shopping bags of your own and six more hanging from Bucky’s arms, none of which he’d let you carry. You insisted on at least holding one—and he handed you the smallest, lightest one with a smirk.

“I’m gonna have to build you a closet just for gifts,” he muttered as the two of you walked through the marble corridor of the high-end mall.

“I don’t need a closet.”

“You need shelves. A dressing room. Hell, a second apartment.”

You gave him a look. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“And you spent twenty dollars on a plush rabbit like I haven’t buried people for more expensive things.” He turned to face you, stepping into your path and backing you up gently against a column. His arms caged you in without touching, just the looming warmth of his body in that damn black jacket he looked so good in.

You blinked up at him, flustered by the attention—and the grin playing at the edge of his mouth.

“Let me take care of you,” he said, softer now. “Let me give you everything. You don’t have to be shy with me. Ever.”

Your fingers fidgeted with the edge of the bag you were holding. “I’m just… not used to all of this.”

“I know,” he said, leaning closer, his forehead brushing yours. “But get used to it. Because I’m never gonna stop.”

---

By the time you returned to the penthouse, you were exhausted, glowing, and more than a little overwhelmed.

Bucky insisted you go lie down while he had the packages brought in and sorted.

When you finally walked into the bedroom, the bags were neatly arranged in a corner—and your squishmallow was still sitting upright on the couch by the window, as if it had stood guard the entire time.

You smiled at it, then dropped into bed.

Moments later, the mattress dipped beside you, and Bucky pulled you into his chest with a content sigh. “You did good today, doll.”

“I bought stuff.”

“You let me buy stuff for you,” he corrected, arms curling tighter around your waist. “Progress.”

You tucked your face into his neck, voice muffled. “You still mad I only bought a bunny?”

“Still can’t believe it,” he said, chuckling. “But I’ll allow it.”

You let out a soft laugh, heart so full you didn’t know what to do with it. Outside this room, he was the head of the Barnes Syndicate—ruthless, respected, feared. But here, with you, he was the man who carried ten bags through a mall just to see you smile.

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THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER 1.03 | "Power Broker"

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Bourbon - a complex drink which is not typically drunk during high noon in a nearly half empty bar. The wooden chair seems to squeak underneath you every time a mere breath is taken, let alone when you actually dare to move.

Besides, moving was the absolute last thing on your mind.

A pair of bright eyes seemed to follow each time a pinkie finger did something as a mere twitch, let alone something more complex such as taking a swig of the sweet drink. You felt how your throat burned, the alcohol rubbing down the insides of your body as various thoughts and ideas came to life each time you blinked, each one crazier than the last.

And Klaus, ever the clever man, absolutely reveled in this.

He got the same drink as you, naturally, the golden liquid shimmering in his glass like it was meant to be. He figured it would be amusing, perhaps even a bit sweet, in a special kind of way.

Well, sweet to him. Nothing brought him greater joy than making the object of his affection squirm so delightfully. Klaus has always been a hunter, but this particular prey was just the kind which he adored the most - delicate. Darling. Maybe if the mood struck, his prey would bite back.

Oh, how adorable that was.

He never failed to audibly purr when that occurred. How could he not?

The look you'd give him would be so delightful, all he wanted to do was to sketch it.

For now, he was content with just observing. To be but a silent shadow, a bump in the night one hopes will just go away if you ignore it enough.

He would not.

And he will come crawling out of that darkness, he thinks to himself as he takes a sip of his own drink, the ice grazing his lips.

You'll never see him coming.

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Not Crazy.

Summary: Y/N’s had problems with obsessing over people in the past. She’s done everything she can to get better but Klaus wants the real her no matter what other people say.

Love comes in many forms. Sometimes it's light and airy like a slice of sponge cake. Often heavy like a cloud full of rain or powerful like a storm. For Y/N it was hard.

She wasn't so sure when things changed from love to obsession and vice versa but things seemed to escalate impossibly fast in her mind and then in her behaviour.

Too many times had she followed someone home, found out every tiny detail of their past and present whilst fabricating their future. She became jealous of others easily, or envious is the right word for she almost never actually managed a real relationship with the one she loved. Y/N was too obvious. He would find her notes, see her around watching, figure out who had attacked his new girlfriend.

It was how she ended up being medicated. After a lot of therapy and help, Y/N came to understand what she had done was wrong and that it wasn't normal or okay.

As a result, Y/N became terrified to love again. She didn't want to scare them or ruin someone's life. Didn't want to be taken away again and treated like a wild animal to poke at.

So meeting Klaus was already a step too far for her because he was naturally charming and teasing. She couldn't be sure he liked her or if that was just the way that he was. In any past circumstance Y/N would have fallen immediately, learned anything and everything about him and found any possible way for them to be together but she couldn't.

Klaus found her to be shy and bashful . Always pulling away, looking so unsure and afraid. Just one little touch and she'd be acting like it was everything.

Klaus had made his intentions unbearably clear. Kissed her many times, introduced her to his siblings and most importantly Hope. They had even been on day trips just Klaus, Y/N and hope in her pram. Yet sometimes she did anything she could to push him away, far too scared to let him in.

It never made sense until they were out one day.

Hope was babbling in her buggy whilst they walked down the busy street when he glanced her way. She had stopped walking a few paces back making him frown. Her breaths were shallow and if he didn't know better he would have thought she were about to pass out.

Klaus moved his gaze to where she stared with so much fear. Another man staring back at her with horror and rage as he began to storm towards her.

"Love-" Klaus reached to pull her close, holding her waist firmly.

"Christ! Did they let you out!?" The man yelled and Klaus glanced between the two. But he didn't want to hear any more at the sight of her eyes already so wet. "You should stay away from her! She's fucking crazy!" He yelled at Klaus and Y/N tried to pull away.

"Excuse m-"

"No- no. You went for a man with a child this time?" His anger was directed right at her, he was so close his finger almost jabbed at her to make his point. "Go get some fucking help." He snap and Y/N flinched, her arms wrapped around herself protectively. Her eyes squeezing shut when he started talking at Klaus. "I'm telling you right now. However you think you met? She knew you already. She's a psychopath!" He was yelling, head were already turned in the street and Y/N was desperately trying to stop him but her voice was broken and weak against his.

"I didn't" She whimpered. "I went to- to therapy and I'm doing better now. I did my time and- and I take the pills."

The overlapping words blurred through Klaus's head, Hopes cries mingling as she woke up to the aggressive tone of this man.

"Alright- that's enough!" Klaus's voice outweighed the others. His gaze unwavering and threatening as he grabbed Y/N and pulled her behind him, trying to blank out her cries whilst he glared down the man in front of her. "You heard her. She's better. Now fuck off." The words were sharp and the man was shoved, hard.

Klaus grabbed Y/N, pulling her and Hope away from the scene. Y/N was already sobbing into his chest when they got into a quiet alley. His arms held her tight and Hope's cries settled back to little snores.

"I promise-" She hiccuped, "I didn't do anything!"

"Shh..." Such a soft sound from his mouth, gentle and soothing. "You haven't done a thing wrong."

And Klaus knew that for certain. He wasn't a foolish being. Living a thousand years had taught him to do his research on people. One glimpse of the bottle of pills hidden in the back of her cupboards was enough to get him digging. Soon enough he knew everything about her last 'relationship', the time she had to spend in prison before having a psychiatric evaluation and being moved to a proper facility and being let out after becoming stable from taking her medication consistently and being given a therapy routine.

It made him protective of her. Klaus wanted to make her feel safe and at home. He couldn't have cared less if Y/N had stalked him, loved him so passionate that she would lose her mind for him. If anything the thought turned him on in every sense. Klaus would rather Y/N embrace who she is instead of crying like she was then. So scared he was going to think she was some sort of monster.

"Lets go home." He whispered and that's exactly what they did.

Once inside, Hope was transferred to her crib before he sat down with her pulled close to his side. Klaus kissed the top of her head softly.

"I love you." He confessed, stroking the soft skin of her arm. "You mustn't be afraid to love me too."

"I- I hurt people" She whimpered, "I'm crazy."

"You're not crazy." The reply was instantaneous and firm. Klaus didn't believe for a second that there was something wrong with her just because she loved a little differently to others. "You're passionate." He corrected, tilting her head up to brush his nose against hers. "You're mine, and I'm yours."

Just the word 'mine' made her head spin. "No- I um..." Her eyes squeezed shut and Klaus frowned, fingers pinching her gently before stroking up her face.

"I don't care about that other guy." Klaus promised whilst kissing her forehead. "He just didn't understand your feelings and your needs." His words touched parts of her he hadn't yet seen. Made her fingers curl into his henley. "I understand you, sweetheart. You don't need those pills hm? They just change you..." His voice was so tempting and the words he was saying were things she hadn't thought anybody would say to her.

If only he knew how manic she would be without them.