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I’ll be writing mainly about Bucky Barnes and maybe a few other fictional characters. It really depends on my crush of the moment.
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Synopsis: Marcus didn’t do girlfriends. You knew it. Then why did it hurt so much when you found out about him and Ginny? You were just hooking up, after all.
Warning: Use of YN, angst, mentions of sex and weed.
A/N: First fic ever, hope this doesn’t entirely suck. Also, I’m sorry for eventual mistakes, English is not my native language, so I’m trying my best. Happy reading!
“So I’ll see you tonight?” I ask fixing my shirt.
“Yeah... at that horror of a play” Marcus groaned from the bed. I can’t help but look at him for a moment, spread out on the bed. Even with a concussion he manages to look cute.
Yeah, he’s cute. Hell, he’s hot. Jackpot.
“Oh come on, it can't be that bad! Maxine is so happy to play the lead, let’s try and be supportive”
“Yeah well, she’s happy about everything - when she’s not complaining - so I don’t see anything special in this.” he says dryly getting up to make himself a joint - healthy, I know.
“Okay Mr. serious. I’ll see you later, find me in the seats?” I lean towards him to peck his lips. He returns it nodding briefly.
And just like that he turns away from me busying himself with his joint. Nice, polite, cute... Yeah.
Shouldn’t bother me though, that’s how we work. Hook-ups, nothing more than that. Like... anything, ever.
At least not on his part. But that’s fine with me! I mean, I knew what I was getting myself into the first time it happened.
It doesn’t matter that I had a huge crush on him at the time (or now).
It doesn’t matter that I wish he could see me the way I see him.
It doesn’t matter that I hope that one day he’ll look at me and realize that he cares about me in the same way I care about him.
It doesn’t matter.
Marcus Baker doesn't do girlfriends, or attachment, or feelings. I know it.
But then why does it hurt so much?
I climb through the window and look at him one last time, just in time for his usual goodbye. I smile and leave.
I can't believe I’m about to say this, but I’m actually having fun.
When did I stop being cool?
School plays are not supposed to be fun for the students, right? That’s a parent thing. I was supposed to stay in my seat, sulking and yawning, wishing to be anywhere but here.
And here I am, actually pondering the idea of getting a part in the next play. What the - and I cannot stress this enough - hell?
I’m 100% sure it’s all Maxine’s influence. I mean, I heard about this play a lot in the last few months of my situationship with Marcus, it makes sense, right?
I glance around me and, as predicted, all the kids - Marcus included - are looking dead inside while looking at the stage. Yeah, I’m weird.
“Hey, are you having fun?” I ask Marcus from the seat right next to him.
“Yes. A lot of fun. I’m about three seconds from getting up and singing along with my sister” His smile is so fake that my cheeks are hurting for him.
“Yeah, I thought so, you definitely look like you’re enjoying yourself.” we both laugh and he nudges my arm with his “ Hey, do you wanna get out of here? I kind of want snacks” I pick up my bag while nodding and he quickly informs his parents.
We leave the auditorium right in time for the break between the first and the second act. I see Max running off stage with Ginny, both looking a little upset.
I wonder what that’s about.
But as soon as the thought crosses my head I completely forget about it. Marcus just put his arm around my shoulders.
Of course I’m not squealing inside my head, it is nothing. We have sex quite often, so an arm around my shoulder really it’s nothing. Doesn't matter that he never did it before, and it definitely doesn’t matter that he’s stroking it right now.
Nu-uh, I’m cool. I’m zen.
God.
After getting snacks we start walking back to the auditorium - Yes, his arm is still around me and yes I’m over the moon right now - while casually talking about his newfound drive towards drawing.
We hear commotion from around the corner, a bunch of voices yelling over each other. Was that Hunter? And Ginny? I think I heard Marcus name.
“What’s going on?” I ask, Marcus just shrugs his shoulders.
Right as we round the corner alla eyes are on us. Okay, that’s weird. Marcus tenses and removes his arm from my shoulder.
Of course.
We are not for people to see.
“We were just going back to the show” He says carefully, slowly inching towards the door to the auditorium.
“We know about you and Ginny” Max angrily says. Marcus’ eyes briefly flick over to me.
What? Him and Ginny?
I’m speechless. I stare at him waiting for his eyes to meet mine but they don't. He’s looking at Max, not sorry in the slightest for what he did.
“Ah” he answers. Just that, Ah.
“That’s all you have to say? You’re not going to deny it?” Max continues, looking at me sadly for a moment.
I know that she cares about me, I know that she knows about my feelings for Marcus. That’s why her gaze on me feels horrible right now. I’m hurting, but I don't want her pity.
“No, I’m not going to deny it” he says. Great, glad he’s honest about it. Now, at least.
I scoff audibly and finally, finally, he looks at me. That’s when I see it, a sliver of guilt hiding in his usual glare.
He goes to say something but Maxine interrupts him.
“Well, what the ever-loving-freak-fest? I mean, seriously? You guys are just having sex now? I mean, are you dating? Is he your boyfriend?” I audibly scoff again, as if.
God how was I so stupid to blindly fall in love with a boy that clearly didn't love me back? This one’s on me, I admit it.
Fucking Marcus Baker.
“Are you guys in love?” Max finishes her speech.
Really? Has she forgotten about Hunter? About me?
I know that I wasn’t Marcus’ girlfriend but we clearly had something. I would hang out at her house practically everyday, we spent a lot of time together, with or without Marcus.
Has Ginny made everyone forget all about their friends? Is she really that special?
“No, it’s not like that, we’re not together. It was a mistake” He looks at me, leaning to take my hand.
What is he doing? He never did this, and now he thinks it’s the right time? The right thing to do?
“Don’t touch me Marcus. I mean it. You could’ve just told me about her, I didn’t need to find out about it like this. I would’ve taken myself out of the equation. I might be just a convenient hookup for you, but I respect myself, and I expected and trusted you to do the same thing” I start to walk away, tears brimming in my eyes.
He doesn't need to see them, I’m not embarrassing myself like that, not anymore.
“Y/N wait!” H grabs my arm, stopping me from moving further away “I’m sorry, I really am. I should’ve told you but I was scared that it-” he abruptly stops talking when Hunter’s fist meet his face.
Thank you Hunter, he deserves it.
“I have a concussion, asshole” Marcus says, while clutching his head.
I walk in the auditorium, ignoring his calls and Ginny’s words, going straight to the exit.
Thinking back to it, I don't need to be in the next play. I’ve already been played, haven't I?
And the worst part is I’m not sure who played me, Marcus or my heart.
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secondary pairings: natasha romanoff x steve rogers, yelena belova x kate bishop
summary: it's the weekend of your town's annual valentine's day carnival and you go with your group of friends, though you can't help but be sad you don't have someone special in your life. your friend, and fellow third wheel, bucky barnes makes it his mission to give you a valentine's day you won't soon forget—and show you how special you are to him.
warnings: like SO much angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, kissing, so many feelings, nicknames (peanut), reader gets ditched by her friends and is sad but not resentful
word count: 6.6k (😮💨)
a/n: i just wanted to write some bucky fluff for valentine's day and i was inspired by a text post i reblogged last week to do something set at a valentine's day carnival. i made a moodboard for this as i started writing and it was so much fun!! (you can see the moodboard here) i kinda wanted similar vibes to my fall fic, all the apple cider and no more haunted houses, but for valentine's day (though this one doesn't have any smut) and i think i succeeded. anyway hope y'all enjoy!!! happy valentine's day ♡♡
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The sound of a fake gunshot went off, ricocheting around the plywood walls of the carnival game stall. Your body tensed where you were hunched over the water gun of a racing game, your horse taking off and peeling out in front of the other players. Behind you, your friends cheered you on, which only made you more determined. You had your eye on a stuffed duck, and you were determined to win your prize so you wouldn’t leave the carnival empty handed.
The Valentine’s Day carnival was one of your favorite traditions. Even though it was often cold, and sometimes snowy, the whole town turned out on the weekend of or before Valentine’s Day to enjoy everything the carnival had to offer. It was a little taste of summer in the dead of winter and it brought you so much joy to celebrate Valentine’s Day with carnival games and fried food—even if a part of you was always a little bit sad you’d never had a special someone to go with.
Instead, you’d long been going to the carnival with your two best friends, Yelena Belova and her older sister Natasha Romanoff. Over the years, your group had grown. First when Nat met Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, and the two became a staple of your life, especially since Nat and Steve were practically attached at the hip. Then Yelena had met Kate Bishop and they started dating, and your group had solidified into a permanent party of six—two couples and two third wheels. You and Bucky were the forever third wheels.
The music of the carnival game sped up and you refocused on your mission to win the stuffed duck as yours and another horse passed the three-quarters mark of the racetrack. Glancing down the line of players, you matched your opponent to a 12-year old kid, whose friends were whooping and hollering as he caught up to you. Gritting your teeth, you redoubled your efforts, keeping your concentration on ensuring the water from your gun didn’t stray from the mark.
But you couldn’t help noticing your friends were no longer cheering for you. Instead, Yelena giggled loudly, Kate’s echoing laughter an indication they’d gotten lost in their own little world. When you glanced back, you caught Nat stuffing some popcorn into Steve’s mouth as they stared into each other’s eyes adoringly. Before you knew it, the winner’s bell went off and the 12-year-old cheered in victory. Your horse was less than inch behind his, but he’d managed to win. The kid’s friends crowded around him, all yelling about what prize he should pick.
You turned away sharply, standing up and glancing around at your friends, realizing none of them even noticed you were done with your game. Kate and Yelena were wrapped up in each other, looking ridiculously cute as they giggled about something, and Steve and Nat had moved a little ways away sharing their popcorn and whispering together.
Wrapping your arms around yourself, you held back a shiver as the February wind whipped around your body, like even Mother Nature was determined to remind you that no one else wanted to hold you and protect you from the chill. It was actually quite warm for February, a false spring day that happened to line up perfectly with the weekend of the Valentine’s Day carnival. You’d forgone a coat, wearing a cream-colored chunky sweater tucked into the waist of a red velvet skirt. White tights and black ankle boots completed the look you’d been so excited about, but at that moment, it just reminded you how cold it could be to be alone.
Suddenly, Bucky appeared at your side, stepping up beside where you were standing awkwardly by the carnival game and debating whether you should get your friends’ attention or leave them to their canoodling. Back from his snack run, Bucky handed you your own stick of pink and red cotton candy—colored to fit the Valentine’s Day theme, of course. “How’d you do?” he asked, his blue eyes bright and intent on your face as he tore off some of his own cotton candy and stuffed it in his mouth.
“Didn’t win the duck,” you said, shrugging like you weren’t disproportionately sad about losing out on the stuffed animal you’d wanted to take home. It was just a silly stuffed duck, you told yourself, there was no reason to be so sad. But even as you told yourself that, your heart squeezed and tears threatened when you watched the 12-year-old kid walk by holding a stuffed frog—one of the other prizes the booth offered besides the duck.
“That’s okay,” Bucky said, throwing his arm around your shoulders and dragging you closer to your friends, who’d drifted away from the game and the crowd surrounding it. “The day’s young, we’ve got plenty of time to get you a new stuffie.”
It was late afternoon, the sun still up but getting low in the sky, so Bucky wasn’t technically wrong, but you didn’t know how much longer you could endure the Valentine’s Day carnival when your friends were so obviously in love and you were stuck being the third—or, technically, fifth—wheel. Thankfully, you had Bucky. You didn’t know what you’d have done without him, and that thought made your heart beat faster.
You came to a stop in front of your friends, Nat and Yelena arguing over what carnival game to play next. The water gun game was the only one you liked, so you didn’t bother chiming in. Instead, you glanced up at Bucky and found him staring down at you, a small smile on his face, his blue eyes sparkling and reflecting all the bright, flashing lights of the carnival. Affection was clear in his gaze and it made a swarm of butterflies take flight in your belly, soaring up into your chest and making your heart flutter.
You’d never told anyone, not even Yelena and Nat, but you harbored a little crush on Bucky. It had started as friendly gratitude since he made sure you felt left out as little as possible, drawing you into conversations when Yelena and Nat were too focused on their significant others to see you sitting alone, not talking to anyone. But the more you got to know Bucky, the more impossible you found it not to have a crush on him. He was sweet and caring and attentive and a good listener.
But you didn’t know if he felt the same way, so you kept your feelings hidden from everyone, even your best friends. You were too worried about what would happen if you screwed up your friendship with him. It would kill you to lose him as a friend and then again to be left alone with two very happy couples.
So when he looked at you like that, with so much affection it clogged your throat with how much you wanted him to want you, you did what you always did and looked away quickly. You pretended to be engrossed in Nat and Yelena’s argument while schooling your expression to make sure your feelings weren’t plain as day on your face. Your fingers stuffed cotton candy into your mouth mechanically, the sugary treat melting to nothing on your tongue while you barely tasted its sweetness.
Finally, Nat and Yelena came to some decision that you missed, but then they were leading the group away and Bucky was tugging you along with his arm still around your shoulders. The feel of him holding onto you, still steady and solid beside you, helped you escape the panic spiral you’d fallen into wondering what would happen if he ever discovered your little crush. Your brain liked to spin out the worst scenarios possible, like Bucky not wanting anything to do with you and your friends ditching you for good, so you were left truly alone.
“Tell me, peanut,” Bucky started, the nickname warming your heart and grounding you in the moment. All your anxious thoughts were pushed to the side and you let yourself enjoy being with your friend, your feet tromping over the frozen grass of the carnival grounds and your side warm where it was pressed into Bucky. “If I was a stuffie in one of these carnival games, would you try to win me?” he asked, glancing down at you with a playful grin on his face.
It was easy to throw your head back and laugh at the silly question, to pretend everything was normal and there wasn’t a sadness embedded deep in your heart threatening to swallow you up like a black hole. Bucky made it easy. Still, the reality was that if he was a stuffie, you would play carnival games until your fingers went numb and your lips turned blue to win him. But you couldn’t say that. So you scrunched up your face like you were thinking hard about his question, really considering it, even though you were just teasing him.
Bucky chuckled, tightening his arm around your neck and tugging you in close to his chest. You stumbled a little, your face pressed into the blue henley he wore under his dark gray jacket. “You’re gonna hurt my ego, peanut,” he said, more humor than hurt in his tone.
Your giggle was muffled in his shirt, your face still pressed into his hard chest. You were content to stay buried against Bucky, the scent of him surrounding you. He smelled so nice and comforting, like quiet snowy nights when the air tasted fresh and the wind nipped at your nose pleasantly.
You were about ready to make a home for yourself in Bucky’s chest, but he loosened his hold on your neck and tucked you back into his side. It felt like a loss, not to be so close to him, but you contented yourself with having his arm still around your shoulders as you continued following your friends through the crowded carnival grounds.
“I’d make a great stuffie,” Bucky went on, like you hadn’t just been nuzzling into his chest and sniffing his cologne. You hoped he hadn’t noticed, but if he had, he didn’t say anything. “I’m super cuddly.” He grinned, waggling his brown eyebrows at you.
A surprised laugh fell from your lips and you smacked his chest lightly with the back of your hand, falling back into the easiness of your friendship where you could be goofy with each other. “You’re ridiculous, Buck,” you chided good-naturedly, returning his grin with one of your own. “Besides, you’re too big to be a stuffie,” you said, pointedly eying his over-six-foot stature and the broadness of his shoulders.
Bucky hooted with laughter as your friends came to a stop at another carnival game stall. You and Bucky stood a little bit behind the rest of the group and he shifted behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you with your back pressed to his chest. His breath was warm against your cheek as he dropped his head to speak in your ear.
“All the better for cuddling, peanut,” he murmured in a deep, quiet voice that sent heat shivering down your spine.
It felt a little bit like torture, standing there in Bucky’s arms like you were someone more special to him than just a friend, all the while knowing it was unlikely he felt the same as you. But you couldn’t seem to pull away. Instead, you leaned back against his chest, letting him hold you and pretending, just for the moment, that you were a real couple and not just the permanent third wheels of your friends.
Once some of the crowd in front of the carnival stall cleared, you saw your friends had decided to play the balloon dart game. It wasn’t your favorite and none of the prizes caught your eye, so when Steve and Nat turned to you and Bucky, inviting you both to play, you hung back. Bucky dropped his arms and moved past you, accepting some of the darts his friend offered. With everyone else engrossed in the game, you finished your cotton candy and slipped away to find a trash can for the paper stick.
While on your way back, you found another stall with much cuter prizes. There were a bunch of classic teddy bears strung up around the stall, all with soft-looking brown fur and cuddly bodies. They were a good size too, larger than a typical teddy bear, but not so big it would take two arms to hold one. Instantly, your heart yearned for one, knowing it’d be the perfect thing to cuddle when you inevitably went home alone.
But then you saw the game and it looked hard. There were a bunch of small bowls floating around in slow-swirling water, and the goal was to throw a ping pong ball into a specific color bowl to win a prize. It would require landing a ball in one of the very few blue bowls in order to win one of the teddy bears and your heart sank. You weren’t good at those kinds of carnival games. Just as fast as you let yourself want the teddy bear, you resigned yourself to never winning it, and started to walk away, not even wanting to try.
“Something catch your eye, peanut?” Bucky asked, materializing out of the crowd in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. He had his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket and he glanced at the stall you’d been eyeing.
Forcing a smile, you shook your head and said, “Nah.” You wrapped your arms around your friend’s bicep and tried to steer him back in the direction of the balloon dart game, but Bucky wouldn’t budge. “What’re you doing, Buck?” you asked, looking up at him with a confused frown.
His blue eyes were intent on your face and he glanced back up at the teddy bears you’d been admiring. You suddenly got the impression he’d caught you staring at the prizes. As you watched, Bucky’s gaze fell to the game and he got a determined look on his face. He stepped forward, pushing through the small crowd in front of the game and dragging you, still clinging to his arm, along with him.
“Y’know, I think I’d like to try my hand at this game, peanut,” he said, handing some cash over to the carnival worker. “Wait for me while I play?”
The charming grin Bucky turned on you was magic—it must’ve been, because in that moment you would’ve done anything your friend asked of you. So you nodded and smiled and stood patiently at his side while Bucky accepted the little basket of ping pong balls from the carnival worker.
For the next few minutes, Bucky shot ball after ball at the bowls, and you could tell he was aiming for the blue ones, obviously trying to win one of the teddy bears. It warmed your heart and you started cheering him on. However, he kept missing the blue bowls and you found yourself hoping he’d hit his target—not so he’d win you a teddy bear but because you didn’t like seeing frustration bunch in his shoulders.
When Bucky was down to his last ball, he picked up and rolled it around in his hand for a moment, looking at it thoughtfully. Then he turned to you and held it up right in front of your mouth. “Blow on it for luck, peanut,” he murmured, his eyes dropping to your lips.
You could feel your friend’s gaze heavy on your mouth as you pursed your lips and blew on the ping pong ball gently, not believing for a second that it would give Bucky any luck at all. As you watched him, Bucky’s eyes darkened when your breath skated over his fingers, the look he gave you sending heat curling through your core. Before you could analyze the heat in his gaze, though, he turned and focused on lining up his shot, taking the warmth of his attention with him.
You held your breath when Bucky threw the ball, and gasped when it landed in one of the blue bowls.
Bucky raised his arms in triumph, letting out a loud whoop before turning and wrapping his strong arms around your waist, hauling you up against his chest and spinning you around until you got dizzy. Giggles tumbled freely from your lips, even after he set you down and turned to the slightly exasperated carnival worker. Bucky let you pick out which bear you wanted and the worker handed it over.
You hugged the bear tightly to your chest, burying a huge smile against its fur as Bucky led you away from the stall and back toward your friends. “Thanks, Bucky,” you mumbled, turning your face up to him to show him your big smile. “You didn’t have to win me anything, so thank you.” You wanted him to see how happy he’d made you and how much gratitude you felt for the teddy bear.
Something like shock froze on Bucky’s face when he got a look at you, and it seemed to take him a second before he could speak. “C’mon peanut,” he scoffed bashfully, a light pink tinging his cheeks as he wrapped his arm around the back of your neck and pulled you in close to him. The move made it so you couldn’t really look up at him anymore and you couldn’t help but think that was on purpose. “I couldn’t let you go home empty handed—not on Valentine’s Day.”
When you found your friends, they stood in a tight circle, showing off the prizes they’d won at the balloon dart game. Nat, Yelena and Steve each had a small toy, while Kate held a rather large stuffed penguin under her arm. She was boasting about her marksmanship as you and Bucky approached.
“Hey—nice bear!” Kate exclaimed, cutting herself off mid-sentence when she got a look at the prize you were holding.
You smiled and glanced up at Bucky, who was grinning proudly, his chest puffed up and everything. “Thanks, Bucky won it for me,” you said, letting Yelena and Kate draw you into a conversation. Your friends excitedly recounted exactly how many balloons they’d each hit to win their prizes.
Steve’s eyebrows raised at your remark and he shared a look with Nat before catching his best friend’s eye and tilting his head in your direction with a question in his eye. Bucky shook his head subtly so it wouldn’t draw your attention, returning his friend’s questioning look with a quelling one of his own. Steve and Nat both smirked.
The entire exchange escaped your notice since Yelena was busy showing you the little stuffed frog she’d won. It was about a tenth of the size of Kate’s penguin, but she was just as, if not more proud of it. You congratulated both your friends on their prizes, laughing as they started to squabble about where they would display the toys in the apartment they shared.
Once the conversation died down, you looked around at your friends and asked, “What’s next? Should we ride the swings—or the ferris wheel?” You bounced on the balls of your feet, excited for either. The sadness and disappointment over being the third wheel to your friends was momentarily forgotten and you were eager to spend more time with the group, enjoying everything the Valentine’s Day carnival had to offer.
But your enthusiasm was met with a weighted silence and sidelong glances.
“Ah, Nat and I were gonna grab some food,” Steve said, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand, his eyes not meeting yours. He kept glancing at Bucky, though, you noticed. When you looked to Nat, she only offered an apologetic grimace and a shrug.
Your heart was dropping but Nat and Steve were only two of your friends. When you looked to Kate and Yelena, though, you could already tell from the looks on their faces that you weren’t going to like what they were about to say.
“Kate and I were gonna check out the tunnel of love,” Yelena said. Her apologetic expression was so similar to her sister’s, for just a moment they looked like identical twins.
The eager excitement you’d felt just moments before drained out of you. “Oh,” you said, your voice hollow and your feet flat on the frozen ground. “That’s okay, you guys have fun,” you said, fixing a smile on your face. You clung harder to the teddy bear in your arms, unable to look at any of your friends for fear they might see the tears shining in your eyes. You tried to blink them away, not wanting to make your friends feel bad for wanting to spend some time alone with their partners.
Nat’s fingers circled your wrist and gave it a comforting squeeze before she and Steve disappeared into the crowd in the direction of the food trucks. Yelena wrapped you in a quick hug, kissing your cheek and telling you she’d catch up with you later. Then she grabbed Kate’s hand and tugged her girlfriend toward the tunnel of love attraction. It was a staple of the Valentine’s Day carnival, but you’d never gone through it since it was more of a couples thing.
The desire to cry was an incessant, pounding headache behind your temple and you had to fight it off with your face buried in your teddy bear, not wanting Bucky to see how sad you were to be left alone again. It wasn’t his fault you felt so abandoned by your friends—you didn’t even blame them, not really—and you didn’t want him to think you weren’t grateful that he was the one who stuck around.
Somehow, Bucky knew exactly what you needed. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, he pulled you into his chest, enveloping you in the warmest hug he had to offer. It was such a sweet gesture, you almost lost the battle you were fighting with yourself not to break down crying. Thankfully, you managed to stave off the tears for a little while longer, but you suspected you were going to go home that night and spend a long time sobbing into your new teddy bear’s soft fur.
“It’s just you and me again, peanut,” Bucky murmured, one of his hands finding your cheek and tilting it up so he could see you. When he saw the look on your face, his expression softened, everything about him gentling, his touch so tender it nearly broke your heart. “It’s not so bad, is it—just you and me?” he asked in such a quiet voice you almost didn’t hear him over the loud noises of the carnival.
Nuzzling into his warm palm, you let your eyes slide closed, the action giving you a momentary reprieve from the headache pounding in your head. Shaking your head, you pressed yourself closer to Bucky, shifting your teddy bear to the side so you could slip your other arm around his waist, curling into the warmth he offered. “No, Buck,” you said, opening your eyes and blinking to clear your vision of a few tears. Your lips curved in a small smile as you looked up at him. “Being with you isn’t bad at all.”
You turned your head, brushing a kiss to his palm. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to do in that moment, but when you looked back at Bucky, his expression was stunned. He recovered quickly, but when he did, his gaze dropped to your mouth and your lips tingled with your desire to kiss him. Bucky’s eyes flicked back up to yours and you weren’t sure what he saw, but when he leaned in, it wasn’t your lips he kissed. Instead, he pressed a tender kiss to your cheek and you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.
“We’re gonna have a great time together, aren’t we, peanut?” Bucky asked in a rumbly voice that did things to your body. His blue eyes sparkled and his mouth was curled up at the edges in a tiny smile.
Nodding, you refocused on your friend and pushed aside all thought of kissing him. The sun was setting over the carnival grounds but you still had plenty of time before the workers began closing up for the night. “Yeah, Bucky, we’re gonna have fun,” you said, stepping back from your friend and putting some space between the two of you.
He let you go, his arms dropping by his sides. “Okay,” he said, clapping his hands and rubbing them together as he looked around. “So, swings or ferris wheel first?” His blue eyes sparked with excitement when they found yours, the bright lights of the carnival games playing over his handsome face.
It was enough to take your breath away, but you forced air into your lungs and responded. “Swings, please,” you said, some of your excitement returning to your tone.
Over the next few hours, Bucky kept you so busy, you forgot to feel sad about being left by your friends. He took you on the swings—not once or twice, but three times because you told him it was your favorite ride—then the Heart Flip, the Valentine’s Day carnival’s version of the typical teacups ride. Bucky even dragged you through the fun house, making silly faces in the distortion mirrors until you were laughing so hard, your stomach and cheeks hurt and tears of mirth were sliding down your face.
When your stomach growled, Bucky bought you all the junk food you could eat—popcorn, funnel cake, fried oreos. He even produced a heart-shaped lollipop from somewhere that you snacked on while waiting in line for the merry go ‘round. Then he helped you onto the unicorn you wanted to ride and took photos of you while you held your teddy bear and laughed.
It was turning out to be a great night, all thanks to Bucky. You knew you wouldn’t have had nearly as much fun at the Valentine’s Day carnival if it weren’t for him, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful to him. It may not have been the experience you’d always wished for—since you’d dreamed of going to the carnival with a significant other—but your friend was doing his damndest to give you everything you could ask for. And if you wanted a little more, to be more than friends with him, you’d resolved not to be greedy and just be happy with what he was willing to give.
“Ready for the ferris wheel, peanut?” Bucky asked, getting your attention and drawing you out of your thoughts. His nose was tipped in red and his cheeks were flushed, making the icy blue color of his eyes stand out against his fair skin and dark hair. A little smile curled just the edges of his lips as he looked at you expectantly, like he was waiting on you for more than just an answer about a carnival ride, though you couldn’t fathom what else he could be asking.
In that moment, all your thoughts of setting aside your selfishness fled and you knew you could love Bucky—you wanted to love him and be loved by him in return. You wanted it more than your next breath. But you’d been friends for so long and he’d never given you any hint he had feelings for you. The words you wanted to say stuck in your throat.
You didn’t even know how to express the way you felt, how you could explain to him the way your crush had slowly bloomed over the years you’d known each other. How it had grown into these big, overwhelming feelings that were so all-encompassing it felt like trying to explain the process of your heart beating. And besides, was the middle of the Valentine’s Day carnival, surrounded by screaming children and harried parents and cutesy couples, really the place to confess such things?
Closing your mouth against all the words threatening to tumble out, you swallowed and tried again. “Yep,” you said simply, mustering a smile and nodding for him to lead the way.
If Bucky noticed something was off about your voice or your expression, he didn’t say anything. He just wrapped an arm around your lower back and guided you in the direction of the ferris wheel. You leaned into his side as you waited your turn in line, still clutching the teddy bear he’d won you to your chest. You let yourself enjoy the moment, content to simply be with Bucky without stressing about your feelings for him.
It wasn’t a long line and soon you were climbing onto the bench of a gondola, tucking your bear between you and the side of the seat so you could be closer to Bucky. He sat beside you, not commenting on how your thighs brushed against each other while the carnival worker secured the safety rail.
As the gondola began to rise, Bucky slid his arm around your shoulders and tugged you in closer to his chest, making it feel like you were almost a real couple, taking a romantic ferris wheel ride together. The thought made your heart squeeze.
“So, peanut, are you having the Valentine’s Day carnival experience you always dreamed of?” Bucky asked.
If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought he sounded a little bit hopeful, but that didn’t make sense. Since your head was resting on his chest, you couldn’t see his expression or gauge his mood. But if he was feeling hopeful, you didn’t want to squash it by telling him the night didn’t quite live up to your wildest dreams.
“Yeah,” you mumbled, your answer almost flitting away on the wind as you rose higher in the night sky. It was colder in the air and you cuddled deeper into Bucky’s warmth. You didn’t really mean to say anything else, but you were distracted by the comforting smell of Bucky and whispered, “Almost.”
Somehow, your friend managed to hear you and he grumbled, the sound vibrating in his chest and tickling your cheek. “‘Almost’?” he asked. “We’re not settling for almost—what would make it better, peanut?”
Heaving a heavy sigh, you pushed away from Bucky, turning away from him and looking out over the carnival grounds. Everything seemed so far away, but you weren’t going to let the illusion of privacy lull you into having this conversation with your friend. “You can’t do anything else, Buck, you’re already doing everything you can,” you said.
Gentle fingers gripped your chin, turning you to face your friend, but you couldn’t bear to meet his eyes, instead staring at his stubble-covered jaw. He wouldn’t let you get away with that, though, ducking his head until he could look at you properly. “Tell me what I can do, peanut, I’d do anything to make you smile,” he said, sincerity in his voice and his gaze.
Closing your eyes against the rush of emotion those words stoked inside you, you had to take a minute, trying to talk yourself out of confessing anything to your friend. But the gondola came to stop at the very top of the ferris wheel and something about the way you felt so safe in Bucky’s arms, suspended so high up in the air, had words tumbling out of your mouth.
“I just—I always wanted to come to the carnival with someone special, someone I was dating, y’know?” you said, opening your eyes and watching Bucky’s face as he spoke. He looked like he wanted to interrupt, but you soldiered on. “It’s silly, but I just thought it would make the carnival that much more special to enjoy it with someone I love, someone who loves me, too.” You had to stop, your eyes dropping back to Bucky’s jaw, seeing it jump as he clenched his teeth. You didn’t want to think about what that meant, sure it was a bad sign. “Coming with my friends is fun, don’t get me wrong—I’ve gone to the carnival with Nat and Yelena almost every year of my life and I love them, but this year I don’t even have them.”
“You just have me,” Bucky said, a hollowness in his voice that made you glance up at him. He looked sad and defeated and you couldn’t stand the sight.
“Don’t say that like you’re a consolation prize, like you aren’t enough,” you said sharply. It was your turn to cup Bucky’s cheek and make him look at you so you could make sure he was hearing what you were saying.
He smiled sadly, his mouth curling up in the way you loved, but his blue eyes were so mournful, it made your heart crack a little. “But I’ve tried all night to show you how special you are to me, peanut, and it’s still not enough.”
The cold night air froze in your lungs and confusion made you frown. “What?” you asked, the question sounding dumb to your ears.
A breeze swept between your bodies, catching your hair and sending it swirling. Bucky tucked it behind your ear, looking down at you with a mixture of somberness and fondness in his gaze. “I wanted to make this the best Valentine’s Day carnival for you because I wanted to show you how good I could be for you,” he admitted. “So maybe you’d want me to be your valentine—your special someone.”
“Bucky,” said on a sharp exhale. Your brain was slow to process his words, too weighed down by the many emotions you’d felt that night.
He seemed to misinterpret your reaction, looking away. His jaw flexed, the muscle jumping and making you want to soothe it with your touch. “If you don’t feel that way about me, I understand,” he said, his voice rough like gravel, the words sounding like he was wrenching them forcefully from the depths of his chest. “I’m happy to be your pal, your buddy, your fellow third wheel forever.” He wiped a hand down over his face, but you noticed he hadn’t tried to pull away. “Seriously, I don’t want you to feel pressured...”
“I like you, too, Buck,” you blurted, cutting him off mid-sentence.
Bucky’s head whipped around to look at you. The lights of the carnival lit up his face, tentative hope sparking in his eyes. “What?” he asked, echoing your earlier confusion.
“I’ve had a crush on you for ages,” you confessed, a blush rising in your cheeks even though he’d just admitted his own feelings for you. A weight lifted off your shoulders and you sat up, your hands pressing against Bucky’s chest, his pecs firm beneath your fingertips. “I like you, Bucky Barnes,” you said firmly.
For years after that night, you and Bucky would argue over what exactly caused the feeling of your stomach dropping and your heart soaring—whether it was the ferris wheel or his kiss. He, of course, would say it was the result of him finally, finally, kissing you, while you’d argue it was just the ferris wheel. Later, though, when he’d kissed all the giggles from your lips, you’d admit he was right. It had been all him. He’d grin arrogantly and smother you in even more kisses.
That night, when Bucky kissed you for the first time, his head ducking and his lips finding yours as the ferris wheel descended from its peak, you were briefly dizzy with all the sensations. Your stomach fluttered and your heart pounded excitedly in your chest, your whole body warming as Bucky wrapped you up in his arms and kissed you tenderly. It was the sweetest first kiss you’d ever had. Bucky’s lips were soft against yours, gentle with you like he always was—like you were something precious he was fearful of losing.
Slowly, his mouth grew more insistent, his tongue sliding against the seam of your lips and begging for entrance. You parted your lips, opening yourself to him and when he slid inside, you could taste the eagerness on his tongue. It matched the fervor that sang through your whole body. You kissed him back, matching his passion with every bit of your own.
When Bucky finally pulled away, you were left breathless and a little bit stunned. Satisfaction made you smile when you got a look at Bucky’s face, seeing him looking a little stunned, too. He was quick to duck back down and kiss the smile from your face, his lips curling up in a grin and his teeth knocking against yours, making you both laugh.
“Alright, lovebirds, let’s go,” a gruff voice broke into the little bubble of happiness that surrounded you and Bucky.
You looked up and found the carnival worker manning the ferris wheel looking at you expectantly as he held the safety rail open, some teenagers snickering behind him. You blushed, but grabbed your teddy bear, hiding half your face in the fur as Bucky helped you out of the gondola and led you to the exit. His fingers tangled in yours as he held your hand, walking with you through the carnival grounds.
“So peanut, you gonna put me out of misery already?” Bucky asked, glancing down at you with happiness clear on his face, his mouth spread in a grin like he couldn’t keep himself from smiling. His blue eyes were sparkling and you couldn’t stop staring at the man you knew you were falling for. When you didn’t respond, he went on. “Are you gonna be my valentine?”
Giggling happily, you nodded. “Of course I’ll be your valentine, Buck.”
Bucky twirled you around, pulling you off to the side of the crowd and ducked his head, capturing your lips in another kiss. You didn’t know if you’d ever get enough of his kiss, and you gripped greedy fingers in the front of his jacket, clinging to him while he kissed you senseless. After long moments, he pulled back, his eyes roving over your face like he still couldn’t believe it was real, that you were his to kiss.
You couldn’t really wrap your head around it either. It was a little unbelievable that the two of you, who had met and become friends because you were the third wheels of your group, would actually develop feelings for each other. But it was your reality, and you couldn’t wait to explore the new aspects of your relationship with Bucky. The fact that you were the forever third wheels no more was just a bonus.
“So, what’s next?” you asked Bucky excitedly, half hoping he’d suggest going home so you could kiss him more in the privacy of one of your homes. And maybe do more than kiss…
“Duh, peanut,” Bucky said, a teasing grin on his face as he started leading you through the crowd, seeming to know exactly where he was going. His blue eyes shone with affection and adoration as he looked down at you, dropping a kiss to your lips before continuing on. “The tunnel of love.”
For the rest of the night, Bucky made your Valentine’s Day dreams come true, helping you to enjoy the carnival with someone special—him. Then, he took you home and you made out on the couch like teenagers until neither of you could keep your eyes open. You left your teddy bear on the couch as you and Bucky headed to the bedroom and though you felt a little bad about leaving it behind, Bucky had been right, he was very good at cuddling. You fell asleep, curled up in Bucky’s arms, both of you smiling.
Every year after that, Bucky was your date to the Valentine’s Day carnival, and each year he endeavored to make it better than the last. Every year, he succeeded.
If you feeling like it, could you do a one shot in which Klaus and Reader have been together for a long time and love each other but when they move to Mystic falls Reader can see and feel Klaus distancing himself and crushing over Caroline?
Like he would start spending more time trying to get her attention and watching her, while putting his missions and schemes over Reader. She sees that his sketches are less about her and more about Caroline and she feels alone, heartbroken and ignored. Then she hears Klaus tell Caroline the same confession that he told her when they got together ("He is your first love, but I intend to be your last") and she runs away to collect her things from their shared room.
But what she doesn't know is that it was all a plan to make Caroline fall in love with him and tell him the plan of the Salvatore. At the end Klaus finds put about her missing and search for her but she is scared that now that he doesn't love her anymore he will hurt her to keep her mouth shut about the secrets that she knew so she goes on the run.
The ending is up to you ofc. Thank you!!
I'm not the only one
Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x reader
Summary: You and Klaus have been together for ages. You swore to each other Always and Forever. You could always rely on him, and the original hybrid trusted you with his plans. But how long can you turn a blind eye to his sudden interest in a certain Caroline Forbes? And after hearing him say the same words to her that practically started your relationship, you realize that maybe after all, you're not the only one for him.
Warning(s): angst - because I'm having a terrible week and I needed to get rid of these negative feelings, Klaus cheating (kiss), broken reader, little comfort at the end because I don't like sad endings.
Nonsense from me: I hope you like it!
World count: 6,2k
You and me, we made a vow
For better or for worse
You and Klaus have been together for a very long time. You stood by him as you built the might of New Orleans together—a safe home, a haven—until Mikael showed up and sent everything to hell. Despite this defeat, you were still with your beloved, escaping with him from his cruel father and trying to defeat Mikael once and for all. His siblings were like family to you (even though you never formalized your relationship). You've been Klaus' fiancée—kind of part of the family—but he could still get rid of you if he wanted at any time.
But you tried not to worry too much about it, knowing full well that Klaus didn't want to expose you to the wrath of his enemies and the special attention of his father if he married you. After all, you were still an ordinary vampire. A simple heart rip, a werewolf bite, or a wooden stake through your heart could kill you very easily and quickly.
You didn't need to make it official. His love and devotion were enough for you.
But since your arrival in Mystic Falls and (finally) breaking his curse, your relationship has started to sour.
Things between you two changed when certain Caroline Forbes showed up on the picture...
I can't believe you let me down
But the proof is in the way it hurts
For months on end I've had my doubts
One day Klaus' full devotion and love for you shone bright and uninterrupted from him, and the next day he completely ignored you, spending the entire fucking prom with that blonde bitch. The merciful, compassionate look from Esther and the Mystic Falls gang was the worst feeling you've felt in 300 years.
But you tried to justify his behavior when it turned out that his mother really wanted to kill them all. You thought he had distanced himself from you and turned his attention to this young vampire to protect you from Esther.
However, a few months later, when he completely lost interest in you, he stopped texting you during the day, and you fell asleep before he came home and got up when the bed was cold on his side (sometimes you even doubted he was coming home at all), and worst of all, his sketches were all about sweet Caroline—you began to have serious suspicions that he was doing all of this for "your own good".
Sarcasm completely intentional.
Of course, Elijah tried to explain away his brother's attitude, but you knew better. If Nik really cared about you, he'd be communicating with you about more than just the magic cure for vampirism that he had to get for Elena.
Even that fucking doppelgänger and her bodyguards talked to him more than you, his (probably now in name only) fiancée.
Denying every tear
I wish this would be over now
But I know that I still need you here
You sighed, folded your napkin, wiped your tears, and got up from the table. You blew out the red candles that had practically burned out and left the dining room, leaving the 300-year "engagement" dinner with Klaus on the table.
You went to the kitchen and took out of the fridge a bottle of wine specially chilled and stored for this occasion, from the exact year you met. You slowly walked up the stairs. The sound of your high heels hitting the marble steps echoed through the empty mansion, mocking your loneliness.
As you walked down the hall towards your room, you noticed that the light was on in one of the bedrooms. Without thinking, you entered the room of your favorite original and leaned against the door frame, watching with amusement his attempts to use the phone.
"Fuck. Stupid mortal device." at one point, the man turned on the flashlight, blinding himself. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!" I burst out laughing as Kol fell off his bed. He looked around the room in surprise, blushing with embarrassment when he saw that I had witnessed this compromising event.
"Kol Mikaelson. The terror of the living and the dead, the deadliest and most dangerous of the original vampires, was defeated by the flashlight on his phone. Rebekah won't believe me when I tell her."
"Very funny. Shouldn't you be fucking my brother today on your anniversary instead of standing here and torturing me?" he muttered, getting up off the floor and brushing off the invisible dust.
"Apparently he has other priorities. Should I be worried you wanted to eavesdrop on us?"
"Don't flatter my brother. We both know I can hear better sounds from you if you'll let me. Besides, I'm not a weirdo. I was about to curl up the moment I heard the first sound of danger."
"Every day, I consider your offer more and more. And I seriously doubt Klaus will hold a grudge against you after that."
"Wait a minute. 200 years ago, you said you'd rather be celibate than sleep with me, and Nik threatened to castrate me with a rusty shovel. Is it that bad between you two?"
"Come on. It's great! That's why, on one of our most important anniversaries, I'm standing in his brother's room." you groaned, trying to hold back the tears welling up in your eyes.
You were so weak and naive, still only wanting the company of a man who hadn't said a single word to you in months that wasn't related to his plans.
"Okay, I understand... wait. What's this? Can I see tears? All right, that's enough of this. Get your ass up and let's go drink and dance. Now that you've dressed up, we'll make good use of your short, sexy dress. I heard those pups from the Mystic Falls gang are having a party at the Salvatore's house. Let's make a mess, darling!" he tried to comfort me by pulling me into a tight hug and evoking any sort of giggle.
"That's why you're my favorite. But don't even think you'll get a sip of this wine." I said with a half smile, trying to somehow appreciate his attempt to cheer me up.
"Don't blame me. I had to try, darling. Now go fix that mesmerizing makeup, and I'll see you downstairs."
You say I'm crazy
Cause you don't think I know what you've done
But when you call me baby
I know I'm not the only one
Salvatores may have been a pain in the ass, but they knew how to throw a party. It was child's play for Kol and you to get inside and empty their liquor cellar. You laughed and joked until another couple showed up at our hideout.
You sat hidden among the barrels so that you had a view of the stairs leading up. At their feet stood probably your least favorite couple...
"Why did you just let Tyler come to the party? You're not going to tell me there's a heart in that empty space near your lungs?"
"Calm down, love. It's your birthday. You shouldn't be nervous."
"I get nervous every time I see you. Now. Tell me, what am I supposed to do to repay you for bringing my boyfriend here and letting him stay at my party? Because I don't believe you did all this out of the kindness of your heart and you don't want anything in return." she said suspiciously, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I want nothing, love. Consider it a birthday present." he replied nonchalantly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his suit pants. He didn't even wear those smart suits on your birthday; he hated them. You don't know if it was because he felt like a second Elijah in them or because he was used to his henley. Apparently, SHE was worth sacrificing a bit of his comfort.
"You already gave one to me. Actually, a lot. What's all this Klaus for? Why do you try so hard for me and make sure I have a wonderful day, only to bring my boyfriend back at the end of it?"
"He's your first love. I intend to be your last. However long it takes. Until then, let me spoil yourself. Seduce in all the ways you ever dream of." you felt as if the whole world stopped for a moment around you as you heard the same enchanting words coming out of his mouth to her that he had used to convince you to run away with him 300 years ago.
"Seriously? This goes against all the rules of flirting, without even mentioning that you already have a girlfriend."
"Y/N? She's only my minion. A person from dirty work. She imagines something more about us, and that's it. I never loved her. Not the way I care about you, Caroline." sure, go ahead. Go all out. Kiss and fuck against this wall. Anyway, your heart is already dead.
"Klaus I..." the blonde shook her head, staring in shock at the hybrid with a small disbelieving smile. Klaus walked over to her, taking her hands in his. Their mouths were centimeters away from joining in a kiss right in front of your eyes.
"Care! Where are you?! It's time for cake!" the screams of her friends saved you from watching the love of your life kiss someone else, adore someone else, and give his heart, his lips, his eyes, and his touch to someone else.
You could only watch silently as Klaus offered her his arm and helped her up the stairs. Always a gentleman… at least when he wanted something or expected something in return.
There was dead silence in the room. You could feel Kol's sympathetic gaze burning a hole in the left side of your head.
"Y/N, he didn't mean..."
"It's okay, Kol. I've got ears, a brain, and pretty good eyes. I know what I saw and heard. I think that's enough fun for today. Thanks for trying to make me feel better." you cut him off, seeing panic instead of surprise in his eyes. So his siblings knew everything... that's probably why Rebekah left without saying a word.
"No! Y/N, wait! You don't..." before he could say anything else, I ran out of there at vampire speed.
"Shit. Klaus is going to kill me." a man said to himself after she disappeared.
You've been so unavailable
Now sadly I know why
Your heart is unobtainable
Even though Lord knows you kept mine
Honestly, you should have known it would end like this. From the beginning of your relationship, a swarm of girls followed him wherever he went. But then he only saw you.
"I don't like it here." I snorted, eyeing the werewolf bitch who had been fawning over Nik since the party started.
"Here or her, love? It may seem that one letter means nothing, but as you hear, it changes the whole meaning of your statement." the original snorted, throwing his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his possessive grip.
"None of them. Did we really have to throw this ball?" I complained, catching the lady werewolf leader's eye and kissing Mikaelson greedily to "mark my territory in front of that bitch." I pulled away from him as a smug smirk began to form on his lips, interfering with my ministry. "Why are you smiling like that? What's so funny?"
"For the first time, I see jealousy on your beautiful face. I have to admit it's a nice change."
"Please, as if half the women in the world aren't already trying to take you away from me. One puny wolf cub poses no threat to me, much less arouses my jealousy."
"Of course. So kiss me again. Just in case she somehow didn't get the message."
I snorted, pulling him to me by his necklace, and biting his lips to the blood. I licked my mouth as I climbed onto his lap and straddled him. I ran my hand through his hair and started leaving small kisses along the column of his throat.
"We're in public, love." he purred, wrapping one hand around my neck and pressing down gently. I growled, biting into his skin and taking a few gulps of his blood.
"And when exactly did it ever bother you?" I whispered, continuing to mark his skin. I smiled mischievously as I saw shivers run through his body.
The moment I felt his own fangs glide against my neck, I moved away from him at arm's length. I smiled victoriously at his annoyed look.
"What happened with being in public thing, love?"
"Who could resist such tempting beauty and strength? Definitely not me." he growled with a smirk, grabbing me bride-style and moving us with vampire speed to his room, specifically his bed.
"Elijah will be furious with us if we disappear again. Your werewolf friend is unlikely to be pleased with the lack of your wonderful presence either." I moaned as he started tearing off my dress.
"It's a good thing I don't care about any of them now. I'm yours. Only yours, my queen. And you're mine. And I will be proving it to you for always and forever."
You should know that one day you will fall from his pedestal.
You say I'm crazy
Cause you don't think I know what you've done
But when you call me baby
I know I'm not the only one
I felt sad, to say the least. And a bit lonely.
For a month, Nik had become... colder, more distant. It started with us no longer having dinner together. Stupid observation, I know, but I couldn't help but miss his presence. He disappeared somewhere, fighting with the Salvatore brothers for Elena's blood. I understood his need to create a hyrbyds—someone like himself, his own pack that wouldn't leave him—but that didn't mean he had to do it alone. I could help him. I always helped him. However, my role began to be limited to guarding his hybrids and his sister.
Then he stopped writing to me. He could go all day without speaking to me, which was starting to worry me, so like any normal person, I decided to talk to my partner about my concerns. I just forgot that there is no such thing as normal between me and Niklaus.
"Love, don't you know how many things I have on my mind? If I had to write to you every second of every day, I would never have achieved what I have. Don't be a child who demands constant attention, you know that I love only you. There is no other woman whose arms I would rather return to every night."
I felt stupid. Like an oversensitive madwoman who needs to be in contact with her beloved 24 hours a day. But over time, he even stopped coming back to our bed, and if he did, it was so late that I had already fallen asleep. Sometimes the smell of his perfume left on his pillow was the only contact I had with him during the day.
So I made him a real jealousy scene. But that only made me feel worse than before.
"Y/N. My light and life, you know how much I care about you. If it were up to me, I would never leave our room or your delightful presence. But you can't reproach me or make unreasonable scenes of jealousy when all I'm doing is keeping our family safe. I thought you could go a few hours without my wonderful presence? Besides, do you think that when I'm away from you, I don't spend a second thinking about you? You are with me, in my mind and memory, always and everywhere, but I cannot let myself be distracted and forget about my main goals to succumb to your captivating beauty. I'd be lost in you forever, forgetting what I have to do."
He could make me feel real remorse, but subconsciously I felt that something was wrong with all of this and that he wasn't telling me the whole truth.
He adopted a different tactic. He gave me some of his responsibilities, which kept me busy for half the day. Not that I missed him any less.
My suspicions only increased after I discovered a large number of sketches by another woman, the same woman he'd invited to his mother's damn ball, in his art room. However, I decided not to do anything about it and wait for the situation to develop.
I was tired of hearing that I was crazy.
I have loved you for many years
Maybe I am just not enough
You've made me realise my deepest fear
By lying and tearing us up
Maybe you've been crazy and still madly in love with a man who's clearly been using your love and sincere, blind devotion all this time, but that doesn't mean you'll watch him slowly give himself to another just to stay with him just a little longer. You still had some dignity.
Besides, you had to leave. You saw what Klaus did to people he no longer needed. If he was capable of disposing, compelling, and torturing his minions, what will he do with you, the woman who knows all his family's darkest secrets, when he no longer needs you?
You had to run as fast and as far as possible.
If you're lucky enough, you'll cross the US border before he realizes you're gone. Maybe you'd even join Katherine? She was always sending silly postcards and postcards from pretty places to encourage you to run away from the hybrid. Now seemed like the right time to join her on the journey of a lifetime.
Despite your rational, cool approach to the situation, you couldn't stop your stupid tears from spilling out of your eyes as you packed all the necessities into your suitcase.
It took you an hour to recover from seeing a 19th-century photo of you and the Mikaelson family. You did it in New Orleans, right after you took over the city completely. Marcel stood with a big smile, embracing an equally cheerful Rebekah from behind. Elijah was holding Kol by the shirt so he wouldn't accidentally pounce on the human-photographer, and you and Klaus stood side by side, staring at each other with so much love in their eyes. Your big diamond glistened on your finger under the light of the lamps.
When did it all go to hell?
You stuffed the photo frame into your suitcase and slammed it shut with a bang.
Before you went downstairs, you stopped by his art room for a moment. With a sigh, you took one last look at all the old portraits he had painted, and after finding a piece of paper, you left a message on his latest sketchbook dedicated to HER.
It was a fun few centuries together, Klaus.
But I knew I would never be the only one for you.
Love and hate,
Y/N
P.S. You can give her that.
The ring you've worn for 300 years laughed at you, glowing in the glow of the street lamps as you left him on the note.
Without thinking twice, you ran out of the house and loaded your bags into your car. You cast one last longing glance at the house before getting into your car.
You angrily wiped away the tears that kept you from seeing the road ahead.
You knew only one quick and effective way to get rid of your unwanted, desperate emotions, but would you be able to do it? Stop feeling anything?
On the other hand, what was stopping you from doing it? You had nothing and no one in this world anyway.
You say I'm crazy
Cause you don't think I know what you've done
But when you call me baby
I know I'm not the only one
"Is he cheating on me?" Rebekah spat out the wine she was drinking in shock and started coughing. After she had relatively recovered, she started staring at me like I was crazy.
"What?"
"Your brother. Is he cheating on me?" I repeated, sipping my own wine and staring blankly at the fireplace.
"Nik?"
"No, Elijah." I snorted, tucking my legs under me.
"Are you crazy? If one thing is certain about my brother, it's that he loves you madly. What in the bloody hell made you think otherwise?"
"Let's see… he avoids me, spends his days with God knows where and with whom, and hired me as a personal babysitter for his hyrbyds and a searcher for new werewolf packs, of course, from a distance, because even though he treats this damn house like a hotel, he makes me stay in it like a ghost in a fucking crypt! I'm sick of this, Bekah. I know he's hiding something from me. Okay, he may have secrets and plans of his own that he doesn't want to tell anyone; he has done it before. But this time, he's crossing the fucking line." in my frantic speech, I didn't notice that I was swinging my glass from side to side, spilling its contents onto the couch. I sighed, not really caring. It's not like Klaus would notice. He would have to stay here for more than an hour first.
I staggered to the bar to pour myself another glass, but Bekah's gentle grip on mine stopped me.
"Maybe we've had enough of this wine, eh?" she asked thoughtfully, taking the glass from me and placing it on the bar. Seeing tears welling up in my eyes, she pulled me close to her and started stroking my hair reassuringly.
"What have I done wrong, Bekah? Why doesn't he love me anymore?" I asked, sobbing, letting myself let out all of the stress and helplessness I'd felt for months.
"Shh… it's okay, darling. Everything will come back to normal, trust me. Just be a little more patient."
"Rebekah! Y/N! There is a way to make Elena human again. We can have our hybrids back! Of course, we will have to modify our plans a bit. We can't have a repeat of what happened last time. Caroline told me… What happened, love? Are you crying?"
Klaus suddenly came back and walked over to where the two of us were cuddling. He looked at me clearly distressed, but he didn't seem to notice that my sobs only increased after hearing HER name fall out of his lips.
"It's nothing, Nik. We got a little drunk, and now we're more sensitive, aren't we?" Rebekah thought on the spur of the moment, stepping away from me. I just nodded my head, falling into the hybrid's open arms.
Ironically, the man who had driven me to this state was the only one who could comfort me in any way.
"I got you, love. Let's take you to our bedroom."
He took me in his arms, slowly carrying me upstairs. Along the way, I couldn't help but wonder if I was the only one he called "love"?
I know I'm not the only one
I know I'm not the only one
I know I'm not the only one
Third-person's POV
"KOL! How could you take her there?!" the hybrid screamed, throwing another bottle of scotch he found in sight at his brother.
Klaus found a note left by Y/N. So was their empty bedroom, stripped of her belongings. The lingering scent of her perfume was the only trace that she had once lived here.
And he was furious with his brother. The dagger and white oak powder were safely tucked away in his pocket, and he was just waiting for the right moment to punish his brother. He took you right into the middle of his plan to seduce Caroline to get the information he needed. Kol sat her in the goddamn, fucking front row so she could watch him fawning over another woman while Klaus was only thinking of getting this whole Mytsic Falls fiasco over as soon as possible and holed up somewhere with his love for a well-deserved holiday.
Now he couldn't.
She disappeared.
And he had an insatiable lust for murder. His brother will be in that bloody coffin, where he belongs, by tomorrow.
"I wasn't the one of us who came up with the brilliant plan of chasing some blonde while your girlfriend was pining for you, you criminal genius!!" Kol shouted back and threw one of his brother's paintings at him.
If he was going to die today, at least he would defend himself to the last breath. In fact, he knew the worst thing his brother would do was put him in that fucking coffin. Unless he can survive long enough until Elijah returns.
"You know perfectly well that I did it to protect her! She is an ordinary vampire; any stick can kill her! Thanks to my false interest in Caroline, I killed two birds with one stone. I kept Y/N safe and could extract the information I needed. But she wasn't supposed to know anything until we left together! AND BECAUSE OF YOU, SHE'S NOT HERE!" he growled, attacking his brother. He lunged at the younger vampire, pinning him to the ground and trying to pierce his heart with his dagger. Kol, however, tried to defend himself and did his best to keep the blade away from his chest.
"NO! Nik, wait! I can help you find her; we'll take her back to you; just don't do this to me! I can't come back to this coffin, please, brother!"
"You've done enough."
"NIKLAUS!" Kol breathed a sigh of relief as Elijah pushed their brother off him and snatched the dagger from his hand. "You have to calm down."
"Don't tell me what to do, and don't you dare take sides with this traitor! He brought Y/N there on purpose to destroy our relationship! You've always flirted with her, but if you think that's how you'll finally have her, you're sorely mistaken, brother." he spat out the last word with such revulsion that Kol flinched, beginning to feel a real fear of Klaus. "I'm going to burn this damn world to get to her and disprove all the lies you told her about my action."
"I never wanted her for me, she's like a sister to me." he choked out, trying to reason with the maddened hybrid. He had never seen him like this before. He must have really cared about Y/N if he was willing to tear the world apart just to find her.
"It is because of you and your actions that Y/N escaped, and now you must face the truth and accept the consequences of your actions, Niklaus. You can't blame Kol for that. Besides, I don't think Y/N approves of you daggering us again."
"So what am I supposed to do now? She ran away from me!"
"Calm down first and hide that ridiculous stake you're hiding behind your back; none of us is your enemy. We will find her. You have my word."
The hybrid growled something under its breath in agreement and left the room, presumably to hide the originals' doomsday weapons once again. Kol stood next to Elijah, staring at their brother's retreating figure.
"How the hell did he get it?"
"I don't know, but be glad I came on time. When it comes to Y/N, he's capable of doing a lot of things." he muttered, following the footsteps of the hybrid.
"Yes, but he wouldn't kill me, would he? Elijah?! Would he?!" panicked, he ran after his older brother, deciding that until they found Y/N he would stick to his suit jacket like his life depended on it. Which was actually true.
And I know, and I know, and I know,
And I know, and I know, and I know, know
I know I'm not the only one
Second-person's POV
You've been hiding with Katherine in her family home in Bulgaria for a month now. You honestly doubted it was safe to live in a place so important to her, with Klaus' minions and debtors looking for you all over the world, but you didn't question her methods. After all, she had been running from him for 500 years. She was more skilled than you.
In addition to visiting her hometown, going to various human events, and sunbathing in her garden, you spent your days reflecting on your relationship with Nik. The original left you at least 20 voicemails every day. You didn't complain about the lack of contact between the two of you. Sometimes you listened to part of them, sometimes they ended up in the trash, and sometimes Katherine took your phone so you wouldn't even think about picking up the call from your ex-lover.
But they all said the same thing: "I'll find you."
The vampire tried everything in her power to make you forget about him. However, dating, flirting, and sex escapades with people as drunk as you have not yielded any results. Besides, it ended when the news reported that one of these unfortunates had died with his head detached from the rest of his body. You two still have no idea how Klaus found out (because it was clearly his job), but you didn't want innocent people on your conscience, so Katherine stopped looking for new guys for you.
However, this particular incident was not repeated. None of your one-night stands have lost a life except this one. You guessed that Klaus, in his frustration (he must have had a really bloody day or something), sent you this kind of warning. Or maybe Caroline just successfully occupied him with something else, so he stopped threatening you.
You shuddered.
You couldn't think about him being with her like you two used to be. Not yet. Not when Katherine just turned your switch back on.
So instead, you went back to tending your garden. Even before you met Klaus, you had a weakness for growing flowers, exotic shrubs, and plants. Now you have more than enough time and space to get back into your hobby. And Katherine approved of everything you did, as long as it wasn't about Klaus. You could have sworn you'd seen her water some of your plants herself. And you could confidently say that you both love this place.
Your phone buzzed again today. Klaus. This time, instead of a voicemail, he sent you a text.
"Him again? Why don't we just burn this phone, dance around the fire, sing about how much we hate him, and buy you a new phone? Maybe with some handsome, charming man or woman bundled?"
"What if he finally gets tired of chasing after me and leaves me alone? How will I know if I change my number?"
"Very funny. Do you think Caroline will make him a saint?" I froze at those words, pausing before cutting a dead twig. "Fuck. I'm sorry, I didn't want to…"
"No, everything's fine. You're right. I should be able to function normally now and stop tensing up every time I hear one of their names."
"Well, after being with this maniac for 300 years, I believe you may still be experiencing harmful side effects."
"Hold." you threw her your phone. "Do what you want with it. I'm going to change clothes, and we'll have fun in the city. If I remember correctly, there's supposed to be some kind of mask festival there, right? So it's perfect for us."
"And that's the attitude I want to see!"
You smiled as you walked away from her, laughing, towards the house. Who knows? Maybe today you'll find the only one for you.
~•♤♤♤•~
"Hurry up! I want cotton candy!" you tried to shout over the crowd of people around you and grabbed the reluctant brunette by the hand, dragging her with you.
"You're acting like a child, but you're happy, so I'll forgive you this time."
"Come on. Just admit you like it."
"Yes, my dream was to go to the ferris wheel, ride bumper cars, and eat cotton candy with a 300-year-old vampire wearing a mask that prevented me from breathing or eating a normal human meal."
"See, I told you you'd like it." the brunette rolled her eyes, pulled your arm into a half-hug, and smirked mischievously. Oh no. Yoy knew that look.
"The hot brunette on the 4th has been staring at you ever since you got in that stupid line. Go and have fun, or I'll eat all your cotton candy."
"But Kath..."
"Don't "Kath" me! Get your ass over to him or I'll push you myself!"
"Terrorist." you snorted, taking her arm off you and walking over to the man who was staring at me.
If you were human, you wouldn't have approached him. He was at least... strange. He was standing in the shadows, leaning against one of the least frequented stalls. His mask covered his entire face, unlike the others; even part of his hair was hidden from people's eyes. Besides, Katherine must have gone blind in her old age. His hair wasn't brown; it was blonde. Dark blonde...
You shuddered. It couldn't be Niklaus. You must have been paranoid. If he had found us, he would have hit you without thinking. He wouldn't be lurking in the shadows for you; he'd get rid of the problem right away. You weren't naive; you knew too much for him to let you live.
But you couldn't shake the feeling of something familiar as you looked at the stranger.
"Hi, I'm Y/N. You have a very nice disguise." you smiled and extend your hand in greeting.
The stranger took your hand and put it to the golden metal mouth carved into his mask. Without knowing why, you shivered with excitement. You felt so weird. Like you've done something like this before.
And then that single, most important memory in your whole life reminded you why you should run away from a stranger as fast as you can.
You've already met him. At a masquerade ball, at your cousin's estate, the ones fucking 300 years ago wore the same fucking mask.
It was Klaus.
You were about to yank your hand out of his grip, but he pulled you closer, turning your back to his strong chest. He took three steps back, completely drowning both of you in the dark. He dropped his mask, pressed his hand over your mouth, preventing you from uttering a scream, and rested his chin against your shoulder, breathing deeply as he buried his nose in your hair.
Katherine will never find your dead body.
Your heart beats faster with each silent second.
"Hello, love. I think I finally caught you." under other circumstances, you would quiver with excitement as he whispered those words lewdly in your ear. Now that his love was located elsewhere, you were afraid of what he might come up with for you.
You trembled in his arms, waiting for his next step.
Instead of some sudden, no doubt painful move on his part that you were expecting, the original took off his coat and put it on you, making sure all the buttons were buttoned up.
You couldn't do anything but watch him in shock. You're sure if you weren't so tense and stressed, your jaw would have dropped to the floor instead of clenching nervously in anticipation.
"Let's take you home, love. We all missed you." he grabbed your hand, trying to lead you out of the festival.
"Won't you kill me?" the hybrid froze, slowly turning to face you. He cupped your cheek gently with his hand and looked at you with pure love and adoration in his eyes that more or less masked the sadness behind them.
What the fuck?
"The only person I want to kill right now is my little brother. You, love, are all that matters to me."
He cupped your lips in a passionate, longing kiss, entwining his hands in your hair. You moaned, giving in to the pleasant feeling of being close to his body. At one point, fireworks exploded around you, causing you to shudder slightly in surprise. However, Nik continued kissing you as if his life depended on it, with a small, happy smirk.
Wait a minute…
Realization has passed through your mind.
He didn't want to kill you.
He was looking for you because he missed you.
He loved you.
So he and that blonde monkey…
You pulled away from him, slapping him across the cheek. He sighed, rubbing the slightly sore spot.
"I admit, I deserved it…"
"What the hell were you doing with Caroline?! You think you can play with her behind my back and come for me after a month like nothing ever happened?! You're in so much fucking trouble… why the hell are you smiling?!" you shouted as you saw a satisfied, blissful, even grateful smile form on his face.
He must have gone completely insane this month without you.
"You have no idea…" he paused, reaching for you to pull out a small velvet box from the pocket of his coat and open it to reveal your ring. "How much I missed you."
"Don't even think that after all this, I'm just jumping into your arms. You must have been up to some stupid plan of yours, AGAIN, that involved that bitch and instead of telling me anything, AGAIN, you decided to do everything yourself and got so involved that you forgot about everything else, AGAIN?"
"Maybe?" he glanced at you, embarrassed, fiddling nervously with the ring box in his hands.
"God. You're lucky, I love you." you growled, taking the ring from him and putting it on your finger, then pulling him to yourself and kissing him hungrily, trying to make up for those lost (BECAUSE OF HIM) weeks.
He moaned into your lips, willingly committing to return your kiss. You pulled away from him before it turned into a full, hot makeup session between the two of you.
"I have to go back to Katherine's for my stuff. I'll text you when and where we'll meet."
"I will go with you…"
"NO! I will not expose Katherine to you. I'd been waiting for you for months in a cold, empty bed. I believe that you will last a few hours without me."
"Hours?"
"You wanna change it into days?" you asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
"No. I'll wait for you." he replied quickly, not wanting to part with you for longer than it necessary.
"Perfect." you gave him a quick goodbye kiss and ran back to Katherine.
Well, maybe you were the only one after all. - you thought with a smile, fiddling with the ring that was adorning your finger again.
This is a request I sent from my personal account to one of my favorite Klaus Mikaelson blog accounts @kasagia. I'm so happy that she liked the idea and this fic is so good! Give it a read if you want to.
I take the opportunity to add that I'm currently trying to write a one-shot based of the same plot that I sent her. I felt like it was a nice plot and I could try and see if I'm capable of writing it even with my non-existent experience in writing fics.
