#Cannot deal with my natural hair colour it doesn't feel right

[r0bee]

Hair bleached I feel like myself again

[shibalen]

♡ 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 @jet-the-glaceon92

i match you with . . .

𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑰 𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑶

Two completely different looking rays of sunshine that are more alike than anyone would've thought at first glance (◍ ´꒳` ◍)

This oni is wholly smitten with you. You are a little firecracker and he cannot comprehend how all that energy fits inside your tiny body. But you know what? It doesn't matter because if Itto likes you, he likes you and sweating about the details is a waste of time. He can focus on more important things, like making you the happiest, most joyful woman in the world.

I'll tell you though that it's your passionate, extroverted nature that Itto can't get enough of. The fact that you laugh with him, support him and get into shenanigans together without a second thought makes him feel like he's invincible. However, you are also in a way more sensitive than him which he admires.

His life was admittedly pretty darn good to begin with, but then you came along and suddenly life was shining in bright new colours?? You took everything he had and coated it with a layer of gold. From the way you understood his strive to protect his loved ones to his humour, you were like the perfect spice that he'd been missing from his life.

Many sleepless nights were spent on rambling to Shinobu and the rest of the Arataki Gang about you, telling them about his grand plans to take you out to the most extraordinary places. It occurred to him maybe halfway through that this mattered to him more than any other goal he had set for himself before.

Your opinion was more important than anyone else's.

Of course he is amazing in all aspects, that is a given, but if you ever saw him in a light that wasn't positive he might just tumble. So he holds you very dear to his heart. From (sometimes needlessly) protecting you from anything harmful to taking every opportunity to show off to you, Itto won't let it be unclear how head-over-heels he is for you.

♡ 𝑴𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮

You needed someone to watch and walk your dogs (since one of them was a menace so you couldn't leave her alone💀) while you were busy during the day, and guess who was the first to respond to your request? That's right, Arataki the-best-pet-sitter-in-the-world Itto!

You knew he did odd-jobs around town and had experience in dog-sitting too, but when you met him at the park to make sure the dogs liked him, you hadn't expected to meet a mountain of a guy who looked like he came straight from a gang.

To be fair, he said he was the leader of a gang, not just any old member. But he was so kind, so full of life and seeing him interact with your dogs you couldn't help but trust him.

Except that he immediately teased you about how surprising it was that you could handle two dogs although you were so tiny (¯―¯٥)

But he did an amazing job. One time you came back home and even found Itto rapping to your dogs like he was giving a full-out concert lmao. After that you invited him to stay for dinner and his eyes went sparkle sparkle

You asked him jokingly if he charged extra for entertainment but he just winked at you and said "Nah, special service for my favourite customer."

Sounds sus I know but he really meant it :0

♡ 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑹𝑩𝑺

"You have a crush on Deanna."

"Crush? Arataki the-one-and-oni Itto is too powerful to be crushed!!"

☝︎ an artistic recreation of the time when Shinobu first called Itto out on his simping. This big guy had a big storm coming.

When you date Itto you're basically dating a huge affectionate doggo that thinks it's a lapdog. Though your height difference is blatantly, adorably obvious, he can't keep his hands off you. Cuddles, hugs, hand-holding, using you as an armrest, and carrying you on his shoulders: it's all a package deal ♡︎

When he hugs you you just disappear somewhere between his arms and chest which, let's be honest, isn't that bad ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Whenever one of you gets the idea to dye your hair, the other one jumps the bandwagon. You've tired all kinds of funky colours but a matching highlight always remains on you both. Your next big project naturally is to get rainbow hair and show it off to the world!!

Spontaneous dates are your thing. Catch Itto calling you at 3am to get fries with him and showing up on your doorstep to take you to a theme park he happened to pass by. Basically he immediately takes you to any place he knows you'd think would be fun. He ain't missing a single opportunity to spend time with you, nuh-uh. No sir.

He introduces you to his granny who lives on a farm and his favourite ox Ushi <33

Oh the never-ending prank-wars between you. You keep track of all the successes and fails and nobody knows how you do it??

For example, you have to be really concise with what snacks you want him to get or else he'll think of a way to twist your words, and he can never trust you when you're playing video games cause you might lure him into a trap.

Despite often teasing you to no-end, Itto is really proud of you and loves showing you off to every person who will listen. You're the apple of his eye, the Bonnie to his Clyde, you know (ゝω･)

Good luck with all the awful pick-up lines though

"You're the oni one for me."

"Oh my god, Itto."

"Are you an onikabuto cause I've been looking everywhere for you!!"

𑁍 𝑱𝑬𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹𝒀 𝑩𝑶𝑿

— favourite memory with you

For his birthday you decided to spoil Itto as much as he often spoiled you. You took him to the arcade first, vowing to win all the prizes he wanted, and he laughed. Not because he thought you incapable but your detmination was just so adorable he didn't know how else to relieve how flustered he was. In the end, you had a big competition on who got better scores on all the games until the manager had to come remind you it was closing time. But you just took him to the next spot: a karaoke bar where the Arataki Gang had prepared a huge party! You had a blast and Itto may or may have not shed a tear. What made this especially memorable though was the heartfelt kiss he gave you after everyone had gone home. And he thanked you for being there, for making this year the most special one so far in his life.

— favourite place to kiss you

Anyone who is familiar with Itto knows that his motto is basically go big or go home, and this applies here too. This man goes straight for your lips, no ifs or buts. He's very bold about it as well and won't hesitate if he has your consent. It's intimate and passionate, just like his feelings for you and showing this in public isn't a problem either. But he loves it the most when you're sitting on a coutertop or table, or if you're sitting/lying together so he can reach you better ♡

— favourite nicknames to call you by

This one is hard to say cause Itto's vocabulary just keeps infinitely expanding when it comes to your nicknames. It can range from anything chill like Dee-Dee to something cheesy for example munchkin' to a more adoring one like princess and babe all depending on the mood and situation. If you've see the pic where the person keeps texting the other weirder and weirder nicknames until they respond, yep, that's Itto with you :)

❦︎ 𝑰𝑵𝑲 𝑩𝑶𝑿

— Being two peas in a pod is not always sunshine and rainbows, especially when both parties are not only stubborn but also full of pride. Arguments happen as they do between everybody, but what happens to admitting being at fault?

— It was a stupid joke that started it. You and Itto were hanging out, laughing with the gang as you had lunch together at a family restaurant. Then Akira jokingly asked if you never got annoyed by their boss' loud chewing. Of course you didn't, but going along with the joke you shrugged and said he was loud anyway so you were used to it.

— Itto immediately countered by saying that this made the two of because you were just like him, and you ended up arguing about who was the loudest. It would've been all fun banter had it ended there but it quickly took a turn for the worse when you began trying to find flaws in the other overall just for the sake of having the last word.

— You couldn't tell at which point did you become genuinely angry but for Itto anger had always been like a switch; he was either a-okay or almost completely, freightingly mad. Now realising your words had truly stung each other and nothing could be laughed off, you parted ways there and then.

— Why should you apologise first when all Itto thought of you as was a breathing stressball? Why should Itto apologie first when you only saw him as brainless and pathetic as a stump of wood?

— Why won't you talk to each other when love is about loving someone with their flaws instead of in spite of them?

♡ runner up: Scaramouche

note: hello, I hope you enjoyed your matchup! Rip ink box cause I honestly just wanted to write you guys arguing about something silly like in which order to pour cereal and milk into a bowl and laugh about it💀 Anyway, thanks for the request, I hope you're taking care of yourself ♡

[unlockthestars]

Learn about my muses' physical features! // Accepting

@sunguns asked: oh and also hair, skin, eyes, and groin for Adam pls and thank u

[hair]: length, colour, texture, whether it grows quickly or slowly, how manageable it is, whether it requires lots of styling, do they leave stray hairs everywhere, is it present on their face, is it present on the rest of their body, etc.

Adam's hair is a mix of red and brown, and while there is some brown mixed in with the red throughout, it changes to brown around his ears and down. He's actually very vain about his hair, and very proud of the colour and how it looks. It's very striking, after all, and he uses that to his advantage.

Because of his horns, he doesn't have too many options with what he can do with his hair, so he tends to keep it a manageable length, that looks good with his horns, and won't get in his face. When he was younger, there was no one to really help him take care of himself (his parents abandoned him and the orphanage didn't care, and neither did the people they essentially sold him to), his hair was longer and it got into his face and he hated it. But he doesn't like how he looks with extremely short hair, so he's found a middle ground.

Thankfully, it doesn't grow super quickly, which means he can put off dealing with it until he has to. He is very selective about who is allowed to touch his horns, and it very much also depends on context.

With the length he keeps his hair, it doesn't require a lot of styling, which keeps it soft and healthy.

He doesn't have a whole lot of hair on his chest, but that red picks up again, leading down from his lower abdomen. His pubic hair is natural, though there's again, not a whole lot there, which means it likely looks trimmed, but that's just how it grows.

[skin]: obviously colour, but also if they’re inclined to run hot or cold, do they have any blemishes or unusual markings, are they inclined to blush, are they freckled, do they tan, what does their skin feel like, etc.

Though most people will never have caused to find out, Adam runs colder than most. He keeps most of his skin covered because of this, and also because he figures that there's not really any reason not to. The less of him he has exposed the better, to protect him from blows and from someone deciding that that was far too much and they'd really rather not.

There are scars on various parts of his body, though more on his back than just about anywhere else. Most of them occurred when he was still fairly young, working in the dust mines. There were definitely a couple of times he had to be whipped into obedience, and they left their marks.

Adam takes good care of his skin, especially what little can be seen, figuring that if presents himself as though he has more than he does, then people won't question that. (It's one of the reasons he dresses like he does, as well.)

He definitely burns in the sun, but after that initial burn, it'll fade into more of a tan, which is useful for when they're travelling and may not necessarily have as much access to sunblock or aloe.

[eyes]: not just the colour, but the shape, the length of their eyelashes, whether they’re alert or usually half-closed, large or small, sunken into the face, ringed by bags, etc.

And here we go: the most obvious thing if one were to see Adam without his mask. There is an SDC brand across his face, which blinded his left eye. He is very lucky he did not simply lose the eye completely. But as it is, he cannot see out of it at all, and it is grey and completely blinded.

His right eye, however is a bright, clear blue, somewhere between an almond and oval shape, a bit more pointed on each end. It his heartbreaking to think what his life could have been like without the brand, but it very much affects how he sees himself. His right eye is framed by dark lashes, just long enough.

He keeps alert, though that usually can't be seen behind his mask, and he relies on his other senses for that, as well, since he only has sight in one eye.

[groin]: (potentially nsfw) any information pertaining to genitals - length, girth, shape, colour, “unusual features”, also includes the rear and its general appearance, etc.

When fully erect, Adam is about 7.5". While not particularly girthy, he's also not super thin, either. A bit wider than a couple of fingers (depending on the person), but certainly not as wide as a whole wrist or anything like that. Slightly darker skin than the rest of his body.

He was circumcised at the hospital, when he was still just a baby.

As mentioned above, while he does have pubic hair, it's not terribly thick. It is very red, though, like the hair on his head. There is some brown hair, though not nearly as much.

And as for his rear, Adam's is toned, lean muscle, like the rest of him. He has some cushion there, and enough give that if someone were to smack him on the ass, they would notice movement and wouldn't completely hurt themselves.

[generalchelseamayhem]

1-92 ;-)

Sorry, a lot of stuff happened in the intervening 11 days since you sent this.

The good news is that some of my answers might have changed as a result, so you're now getting the most up-to-date information!

Would I have sex with the last person I texted? Right now, no. If the circumstances were different, then yes.

I talked to an ex today? No.

Have I taken someone's virginity? Yes. We both did.

Is trust a big issue for me? Oh yeah, in particular it's a huge deal for me that people put their trust in me.

Did I hang out with the person I like recently? Pretty recently yeah.

What am I excited for? Well I'm going to my first live music for years in November.

What happened tonight? Dunno, it's not tonight yet.

Do I think it's disgusting when girls get wasted? Apart from the risk of vomiting, not really. I usually just roll up my sleeves and attempt to shepherd them in a vaguely sensible direction - which is probably why I don't get invited to any parties.

Is confidence cute? Cute is the wrong word. Confidence is hot.

What is the last beverage I had? Water. I know, that's incredibly boring, but my work actually does really nice chilled water from a tap. Actually you just reminded me I almost left a bottle of apple juice somewhere I would never see it again if I hadn't picked it up, so thanks.

How many people of the opposite sex do I fully trust? 'Fully' is doing a lot of work here. I think maybe 2 or 3.

Do I own a pair of skinny jeans? If I ever did, not anymore. I don't like my legs being constricted like that.

What am I gonna do Saturday night? I have a triple birthday party this weekend, so hopefully that.

What am I going to spend money on next? Great, you reminded me how hungry I am... unfortunately I'm also on a surprisingly restrictive diet. Probably fruit for tomorrow's lunch.

Am I going out with... Nope.

Do I think I'll change in the next 3 months? Yes, and I'll probably find the me of 3 months ago extremely cringe.

Who do I feel the most comfortable talking to about anything? Probably the friend I would describe as my writing partner.

The last time I felt broken? Probably January of this year. But in a good way.

Have I had sex today? Absolutely not.

Am I starting to realise something? How deep the rabbit hole of self-hatred goes.

Am I in a good mood? Sure, better than last week at any rate.

Would I ever want to swim with sharks? Only if they were teeny tiny ones that don't like to bite.

Are my eyes the same colour as my dad's? Yes.

What do I want right this second? Hot chips... but I cannot have them. 😔

What would I say if the person I like/love kissed another girl/boy? I mean, to give you an idea of my situation, I would say 'Aww, that's great for you' if it was a girl, and I would be very much 'WTF are you actually serious' if it was a boy.

Is my current hair colour my natural one? Yes.

Would I be able to date someone who doesn't make me laugh? Maybe not, but right now I'd settle for being able to date anyone at all, or even having the confidence to put myself out there.

What was the last thing that made me laugh? A coworker gave me a romance novel that was so bad she wanted us to hate-read it together. It was hilariously awful.

Do I really truly miss someone right now? It's hard to say. Do I miss them or do I miss a memory that is no longer them?

Does everyone deserve a second chance? Some do. Some don't. Some people don't even get the first chances they deserve. Some people get a tenth chance and still screw it up.

Do I hate the last boy I talked to? Not in the slightest.

Does the person I have feelings for know that I do? Yes! And it's for the best both that she knows and that I don't try to pursue it.

Am I one of those people who never drinks soda? Yes, but it's a very recent development, due to the aforementioned diet.

Listening to? A very chipper train guard.

Do I ever write in pencil anymore? Sometimes, but mostly in pen due to availability.

Do I know where the last person I kissed is? Only if we count knowing the country she's in.

Do I believe in love at first sight? No. Lust at first sight, definitely.

Who did I last call? Writing partner.

Who was the last person I danced with? I legit don't remember the last time I danced properly.

Why did I kiss the last person I kissed? To say goodbye.

When was the last time I ate a cupcake? I bet you didn't expect this one to be the armour-piercing question, did you? It was a couple of weeks ago at most but I already miss it terribly. I have no idea how long it will be before I can eat another one.

Did I hug/kiss one of my parents today? No.

Ever embarrassed myself in front of my crush? Oh hell yes. Embarrassment is practically my natural state IRL.

Do I tan nude? I do a few things nude but tanning is not one of them.

If I could would I take back my last kiss? Eh, what would be the point of taking it back?

Did I talk to someone until I fell asleep last night? Yes 😊

Who was the last person to call me? Writing partner.

Do I sing in the shower? Badly. My singing voice died during the pandemic.

Do I dance in the car? I don't have a car.

Ever used a bow and arrow? Not seriously. I think I've participated in one archery-related activity ever.

Last time I got a portrait taken by a photographer? Probably dressed as Cavendish from Milo Murphy's Law for a wedding.

Do I think musicals are cheesy? All theatre is cheesy, the trick is owning it.

Is Christmas stressful? So, so stressful.

Ever eat a pierogi? Yeah, they are incredibly good.

Favourite type of fruit pie? Apple

Occupations I wanted to be as a kid? Alright fine, I wanted to make my own superhero comics.

Do I believe in ghosts? No

Ever got a deja vu feeling? A few times, yeah.

Do I take a vitamin daily? I used to, but it was in capsule form which I found unbearable.

Do I wear slippers? Nah man, ugg boots are where it's at.

How about bathrobes? No

What do I wear to bed? Ever since I got a very uncomfortable bout of chicken pox... not much.

First concert? Depends on how you count, but most would agree it was Tim Minchin at the Opera House.

Wal-Mart, Target or K-mart? We don't get Wal-Mart in Australia. Of the remaining two... probably Target but they're pretty evenly matched.

Nike or Adidas? I have a certain affinity for Slavic people, so Adidas.

Cheetos or Fritos? Again, we don't really get Fritos in Australia, so Cheetos.

Peanuts or sunflower seeds? Sunflower seeds.

Favourite Taylor Swift song? Bearing in mind that I am not a Swiftie... Wildest Dreams, maybe?

Have I ever taken dance lessons? No, as I often tell people, I have 1 1/2 left feet.

Is there a profession I picture my future spouse in? Not especially, but I could imagine finding a fellow molecular biologist and making a connection there.

Can I curl my tongue? Not even a little bit.

Ever won a spelling bee? I've never even participated in one; I've only seen a single such competition IRL.

Have I ever cried because I was so happy? I can't remember when but almost certainly yes.

What's my favourite book? The one my friend is in the process of writing.

Do I study better with or without music? Neither. Nothing can compel me to study well.

Do I regularly burn incense? No

Ever been in love? Yes. A little too much if I'm honest.

Who would I like to see in concert? Duran Duran for sure. They haven't been back to Australia for TWELVE YEARS.

What was the last concert I saw? Tim Minchin's Back, the Encore tour.

Hot tea or cold tea? Given that I don't like tea flavour to begin with... cold. At least then it tastes plausibly of peach or mango or whatever.

Tea or coffee? I don't like either, so tea for the reasons listed above.

Favourite type of cookie? Did you have to ask me this when I was on a diet? White chip macadamia, but I'll give an honourable mention to ANZAC biscuits.

Can I swim well? No, I have the motions down but no power in my strokes, so I spend an awful lot of effort not getting anywhere.

Can I hold my breath without holding my nose? ... Yes. Is that a thing some people can't do?

Am I patient? Sure.

DJ or band at a wedding? Every good wedding I've been to has had a DJ.

Ever won a contest? By any reasonable definition of contest, no.

Ever had plastic surgery? My favourite thing to do is tell people that I've had botox injections at least 10 times throughout my life, and see if any of them know what botox is for when it's not being used in plastic surgery.

Black or green olives? Depends on my mood.

Opinions on sex before marriage? Much better on every conceivable metric than forcing yourself to wait until after marriage.

Best room for a fireplace? Log cabin sitting room.

Do I want to get married? I don't think so, and yet I still have a romantic heart. Just hate being the centre of attention.

[shall-we-imagine]

Loosen up. (Bodyguard!Klaus Goldstein x Reader)

Requested: 66. "I like you. You're different." + 73. "You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions." From the promt list.

Genre: Fluff/idk if this also counts as suggestive? Only if you're very innocent I guess? And if you're on tumblr then you probably aren't so nvm 😂

A/N: sorry for being so inactive lately I've been busy with studying and such so I generally couldn't find it in me to write so yeah :/ (I have a trial tomorrow so like idk pray for me 😂) but here I am! ヽ(゜～゜o)ノ Also yes I'm aware this isn't how Vincent acts and he's not filthy rich but for now we're gonna let it slide okay? Cool. 😂

(Second Person Point of View)

"That's when I decided it was time to buy my fifth car; I mean who attends their first day of college with the same old cars, right?" The man laughs. You suspected that if he stopped boasting for longer than 2 seconds, he'd suffocate and die. You kind of hoped to witness that.

It'd been 2 hours already, yet you weren't allowed to leave the party until your dad says you could. You'd even tried to convince your bodyguard to let you leave without your father knowing anything of the incident, but Klaus was far too strict and responsible; he'd never do such a reckless thing.

Yeah, sure, it's good for your dad to have found such a trustworthy employee, but when you've been stuck talking to these blatantly boring and arrogant people that only viewed you as a good deal to obtain more wealth, well, let's just say: it makes you sort of wish Klaus cared less.

However, that was not the case. In fact, while all bodyguards waited outside, Klaus remained inside -only a few feet away from you at any given time. He also seemed to always be giving you a look that could only be describe as the look a mother gives when you have people over, and she's daring you to mess anything up.

Now, you weren't the stereotypical bratty child that refuses to take over their parents' company. You knew your responsibility and always hoped to make them proud; you just weren't a big fan of the world surrounding all the important people in business. Therefore, it made you yearn for messing around from time to time.

Today was one of those days. You so desperately hoped Klaus would get off your back for even just a few moments, so you could escape the exhausting setting. But he continued with the angry-mother-glare; it almost seemed like he'd gotten the expression tattooed on his face after the endless times he had to get you out of trouble.

There was definitely a bright side to that extra attention, though. You suspected Klaus had a thing for you. After all, he was known to be very good at his job; he could easily quit and get a job less demanding with an equal pay or even a bigger pay if he wanted, but he didn't. He decides to stay with a teenage girl that enjoys pushing his buttons. He was professional, so he wouldn't say anything or let it show, but you had this feeling in your guts that he at least felt intrigued by you.

And, surely, you were ready to use this to your advantage.

You glance towards the blond at the corner of the room, ensuring he was still staring (threateningly, but still staring nevertheless). His eyebrow arches slightly, sensing you were about to do something dumb. You could almost hear him think God, what is it this time?!

You focus your attention back on the man whose name you'd forgotten about 2 seconds after he introduced himself.

"So, I heard you're staying at the hotel here for the entire duration of the event." You smile sweetly.

"Yeah, I am." He takes a sip out of his drink.

You begin flirtatiously twirling a strand of your hair. "Well, how about you take me to have a look upstairs?"

Startled by the unexpected implications of your request, he chokes on his drink and starts coughing. You try your best not to appear disgusted, giving him a smile when he's done with his coughing session.

Sure enough, he agrees and links your arms together, leading you towards the exit of the section the party was held in.

"Miss (Y/N)," Klaus speaks through gritted teeth. He wore a smile and kept his voice quiet, but there was no denying he was ready to scold you. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Upstairs." You smile, playing dumb.

"What do you mean up-" after losing his calm for a second, Klaus cuts himself off to take a deep breath and let it out before proceeding. "Would you please excuse us, Mr. Knight?" Klaus bows lightly before dragging you to an empty corner.

"You think just because you're leaving with a guest, I'll allow you to go?" Klaus whispers in annoyance.

"What? Are you jealous?" You wiggle an eyebrow at him, knowing well enough that wasn't the reason (well, not the main one, at least).

Lips pulled into a pained smile, Klaus glares. "Are you asking for an insult? I think you're abusing that service I provide for you a hundred times per minute."

"Come on, Klausie; loosen up." You poke his chest with your index finger. You knew the redhead -or Mr. Knight- was probably still waiting for you, but you couldn't care less. You wanted to stretch out the process of bugging Klaus as long as possible, since it was the only way to spend time with him. It was also fun watching his nose scrunch and his eyebrows furrow in such anger. He would try to mask his frustration, but it was obvious he had a short temper when it came to you. To put it nicely, he was done with your shit.

"Don't, under any circumstances, call me Klausie." He threatens. "And I don't need to loosen up; you need to stop being so careless!"

"Sure." Rolling your eyes, you step away from him.

Before you could take two full steps, Klaus had already grabbed your arm. "Going somewhere?"

You pull your hand away. "The bathroom. Am I not allowed to answer the call of nature either?" You raise an eyebrow questioningly.

"Touché." He raises his hands in defeat, but once you begin walking away, he follows.

"Where are you going?"

"Just ensuring you don't get any funny ideas." He shrugs.

Huffing, you decide to ignore him. Thankfully, he was only planning to stand near the door; it didn't seem too strange imagining Klaus walking in for "safety measures": the guy was crazy when it came to his job.

"Man, another pretty dress gone to waste." You sigh, looking into the mirror. The sparkling violet fabric clung onto your body till your waist then flowed freely, reaching to merely graze the floor. It was one of the dresses you really liked; you loved the way it showed your shoulder blades and only a portion of your back; it was sexy yet classy. The glittery purple was certainly your colour too! Alas, your dad would scold you for rewearing a dress more than he would scold you if you were to kill a person (as long as you've hidden the evidence well, that is). Murder can be covered up, but 'horrible fashion choices' cannot be hidden, according to your father. Sometimes you went against that, but most of the time, you just complied, even though it's an absolute waste of money.

"You're taking too long, you know that?" Klaus calls from outside, impatience clear in his voice.

You bite back a response when you realize there's something much better you could do. Quietly checking the stalls, you ensure you're 100% alone inside.

"Could there be a valid reason you're not responding to me?!"

Ignoring his question, you just scream in response. "Klaus! Klaus, help me!" You screech frantically.

The door bursts open, and Klaus steps inside aggressively. Before he could realize what's happening, you push him back against the door, slamming it behind him.

Smug about catching him off guard, you smirk at the taller male, whose body was closely pressed against yours. "Were you worried?" You tease.

"About losing my job? Yeah." He scoffs, turning his head away from you but not bothering to push you away.

"Why is it always about the job?" You tilt your head to meet his eyes again.

"Because I'm at work?" He states with a raised eyebrow, as if it sounded stupid for you to even ask that.

You run your hands gently over his chest; even through layers of clothing, you could still feel the firm muscles concealed by the black suit. "Well, maybe it's time for a break." You grin innocently.

"You do know you can't fool me, right?" He takes one of your hands away from him but doesn't let go of it.

Rolling your eyes, you move away from him. "I'm not fooling you; I want us to have fun! Neither one of us is enjoying this anyway." You cross your arms.

An unexpected response sparks excitement within you. "Well, what do you suggest we do?" You knew he was only being sarcastic, but it gave you a pathway for more methods to push his buttons and witness his reactions.

Closing the distance between both of you once more, you stand on the tip of your toes as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck. "Oh, I have a lot of suggestions." You whisper in his ear, feeling him flinch lightly at your suggestive remark. You could tell he was trying to hide it and pretend he wasn't phased, but you'd already noticed it, and he knew it.

"You're gonna get me fired." Cheeks slightly red, he turns his head away and gently parts your bodies from each other. "God, why is it so hard to handle you? It's like dealing with a troublemaking child."

"You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions." You stick your tongue out at him. "Plus, father won't know anything if neither one of us told him." You point out what seemed to have escaped Klaus's perception of the situation.

"You want me to lie to your father." He laughs in disbelief.

"Mmhm, not quite. More like not telling him the full truth."

"That's exactly what lying is."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No."

"Yes."

"Okay, stop! Fine, lie! I don't know!" You fling your arms in the air out of frustration. A novel sound catches your attention, immediately flushing away the frustration. Klaus was laughing. Not sarcastically. No, a genuine laugh was echoing across the bathroom.

"I suppose it wouldn't be the worst thing if we talk a walk for some fresh air and come back." He smiles. "Just this time though!"

An uncontrollable grin spreads across your face, and you immediately throw your arms around Klaus. "Thank you!"

"You gotta stop..doing..this.." He awkwardly pats your back, careful not to touch your bare skin.

"No promises!" You shrug, before grabbing his hand and rushing outside, making your way to the exit.

"Miss (Y/N)?" You freeze in your spot. "Where are you going?"

"Oh, um.." you stutter, not expecting to have to explain yourself to your companion from earlier.

"We got an emergency call; we'll be right back." Klaus, in his usual composed state, 'explains' to Mr. Knight.

"Ah, I see." Red head may be an idiot, but he wasn't stupid. He could tell something wasn't right, but he either chose to let it slide or he just didn't care. Regardless, you were thankful. "I'll be waiting for your return then." With a smile and a bow, he left and disappeared into the crowd.

"You'll catch a cold." Klaus states, watching you twirl and run around in the chilly October weather.

You weren't cold, or maybe you didn't dislike being cold. It wasn't the type of cold to make you unable to take a few proper steps and force you to do an awkward penguin walk; rather, it was the type of cold to merely caress your skin, decorating it with goosebumps. "Don't worry; I'm alright."

"Just take my jacket. Your back and shoulders are exposed; you must be cold." He spoke with such certainty that it almost made you rethink for a few moments about whether you actually felt cold or not.

"Are you worried or are you just intimidated by how sexy I look?" You strike a pose far from seducing.

Klaus, who had his jacket held out for you, resumed walking as he put his jacket back on. "You know, on second thought, it might be a good thing if you catch a cold and stay at home for a week or so." He passes by you, leaving you and your sexy pose alone.

"Hey! That was mean!" You catch up to him.

"Nothing new, then." He shrugs, a slight smirk forcing itself onto his pink lips.

You speed up a little then turn around to face him once you're slightly ahead of him; you remain walking, but backwards this time, allowing yourself to look at him during the conversation. "How could you be mean to such a beautiful lady?" You pout.

"What beautiful lady?" He looks around, pretending to search for something.

You let out a dramatic gasp. "How could y-" Your sentence was inconveniently cut off by your stumble; or perhaps, it was a slightly convenient situation when you think about it from a different perspective: Klaus, as sharp as usual, was able to grasp your arm, preventing you from falling.

"Uh, thanks." You breathe out, nodding slightly. Once you begin to straighten yourself up, Klaus lets go of your arm, only to watch you fall to the ground immediately after. "I think my heel broke.." you frown, staring at your left shoe, now with its heel lying a few inches away.

"You think?" Klaus earns a glare, urging him to put aside the sarcasm and help you up.

"Those were such a cute pair.." you sigh, placing your arm around Klaus's shoulder for support. Your arms were already hurting due to the height difference; it was like hanging from a cliff but not quite.

Klaus places an arm around your waist. "Well, I can buy you another one. You need another pair to get back to the party anyway."

"What if I don't?"

"Don't what? Get back to the party? That's not what we agreed on! Your father-"

You cut off his rant, "We'll get back there, and I'll call dad and inform him that my heel broke; he'd immediately allow me to leave. It's already late anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

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"Yes, Klaus, I'm sure he'd let me go home if I tell him my heel broke! Of course, Klaus, there's no way he would have some other plans for me!" Your bodyguard mimicks your voice and tone (terribly), as you sit in the back of the car your dad sent with a brand new pair of shoes.

"How would I have known he would do this?!" You complain, tightening the straps of the new shoes around your ankle.

"Well, hurry up, knight dude is probably waiting for you." Arms crossed, he taps his foot impatiently. You merely groan in response.

"I can't believe he didn't even tell me he booked a room for me at the hotel! And that I have to attend the same event tomorrow too! I didn't even bring any change!"

"Um, Miss (Y/N), your father asked me to hand you this too.." the driver quietly places a small suitcase on the back seat next to you.

"There you go; he packed stuff for you." You weren't sure if Klaus was trying to tease you or comfort you, but either way, you just let out a sigh.

After a long, mentally and physically exhausting night, you were finally allowed to leave. And boy, were you delighted to recieve the news.

"This one." You pause in front of the room that had the same number on the keycard. Klaus had already placed your bag inside earlier, but it was your first time viewing the room. "At least the room is pretty." You shrug.

"Didn't think you'd admit it." Klaus chuckles. "Well, I have to go; so, good night, Miss (Y/N); I'll be back here tomorrow." He bows.

"Wait!" You stop him before he steps outside the room.

As I have reached the 100 block limit, I'll complete this in Part 2...which I'll literally post now and it'll be shorter than this cuz it's just the ending 😂