look at the gif omg when he has his mouth full WTF HOW IS HE SO ADORABLE

i haven't done an imagine based on a song in a long, loonngggg time so this was fun, i also hadn't heard this song before but i liked it so that was a nice plus

and a friendly reminder that only 20 imagines left hahAHAHA oh my god

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Imagine Klaus only loving you when he's drunk // Based on Sober by Selena Gomez

  "We fall for each other at the wrong time
Only for a moment, but I don't mind
Guess I don't know where to draw the line, the line, the line
And we'll play the same game every night."

  There were all kinds of unhealthy relationships out in the world, but what you and Niklaus Mikaelson had, was just downright wrong.

  The hybrid clearly harbored some kind of feelings for you, and you felt the same way, but neither of you knew how to express them - although you once tried, but he rejected you, miserably failing with the attempt of hiding his regret and disappointment as he sent you away from his doorstep.

  You had fallen for Klaus, and most people knew this already, while he tried to desperately fight the feelings. He thought caring meant the same as being weak, and he aimed to be his own cold, heartless self, but you knew he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. Mostly, because you and him had slept together multiple times, and it was a cycle that repeated itself on many nights in one week. It began with him thinking about you thoroughly, and as he realized how fond he was over you, he had to drink the feelings away and he didn't know when to stop.

  You hated yourself for saying yes every time he called you up, begging for your affection for one more night, because you knew there was no such thing as one last time - it would always lead to another. It had become a habit, but obviously you didn't know where to draw the line, if you even wanted to do so. All you knew for sure, was that you loved Klaus, and whatever you could get out of him, you accepted it. Perhaps you were desperate, but even the momentary love was somewhat enough.

  And, how could anyone say no to Klaus, who just so happened to be one of the most charming men in existence, when he called you, asking you if you wanted to kiss him as badly as he wanted to kiss you?

  "You don't know how to love me when you're sober
When the bottle's done you pull me closer
And you're saying all the things that you're supposed to
But you don't know how to love me when you're sober."

  You tried to resist Klaus, but it was nearly, if not entirely, impossible. His voice was so breathtaking, even over the phone, and there was something exciting about knowing you were the one he called right away. It took him a bottle or two to find the courage to hit you up, but eventually he did, and those situations were the kind of, where you just couldn't hold back your smile. You loved Klaus, and although he claimed he didn't love you back, you still seemed to be the only thing in his mind.

  He was way too suave for you to not stop by. You knew he was drunk off his ass, probably shirtless, his hair a sexy disarray while he sat by the TV, giggling by himself. And as soon as you entered the house, not even bothering to knock, his attention turned over to you, and you inhaled sharply at the sight of his lustful eyes, slightly sweaty skin, usual crooked smirk twisting his pink lips in the most irresistible way. A heavy sigh left your mouth, and you huffed while throwing your jacket off of your shoulders, knowing how the night would go, since it was always the same, but by no means were you complaining.

  You loved it. But, you wished you and him would have and be something more.

  "Evening, love", he spoke, his gruff voice taking you by surprise, and you found yourself gulping loudly as Klaus sprinted over to you. His hands travelled to your hips, and he pinned your body against his, while he looked down at you with the smirk widening on his flawless face. "You look ravishing", Klaus added, his eyebrow lifting slightly as you threw your arms over his shoulders and went on your tiptoes to glide your lips lightly over his.

  You smiled, and leaned closer whilst he did the same to make the kiss easier for you. Undoubtedly, it got quite heated in no time, and you enjoyed every second of the intense, hot kisses you shared against the wall, the drawer, on the couch, and finally, in his bed. You enjoyed each second of course, but although it was great, it still didn't feel right. Klaus never did this, not until he had spent hours by the bottle, and inevitably, at some point, you wouldn't be happy anymore. Was that moment now?

  He wasn't fond of you when he was sober. Or, maybe he was, but he didn't know how to love, how to care. He was the cruel hybrid who slaughtered people for doing as little as looking at him on a bad day, and he had to maintain that reputation, and therefore couldn't allow himself to fall in love. But that had happened already, and now, the side of him only came out when he was drunk. Maybe it was how he expressed his hidden feelings, thinking it was the only option, because he couldn't say all those sweet things in his usual state. It would ruin his image.

  Whatever the reason was, you tried to push it out of your mind, but it did feel wrong to hear Klaus praising you, telling you how much he cared about you while kissing his way down your body. "I love you, darling", was the last thing he spoke that night, and quite honestly, you felt like he truly, sincerely meant it.

  "Why is it so different when we wake up?
Same lips, same kiss, but not the same touch."

  You woke up to a pair of lips gently touching your cheek. Your eyes opened slowly, and you groaned as you rolled to your side to face Klaus, but his side of the bed was already empty, and the hybrid was on his feet, pulling a pair of jeans on. You bit your lower lip, and adored the sight of him, feeling your heart flutter as you followed him fasten his jeans, and then throw on a shirt which was actually kind of disappointing, but at least it lasted for a while.

  When you were both dressed, Klaus offered to take you to the front door, which meant that he was suggesting your exit, and strongly, too. You didn't fight back though, because even if you did love him, the morning after a night of good, intoxicated fun was always awkward for the two of you. And, although it was the same lips kissing you on your way out, it didn't feel the same. Last night, he was so caring and intense, and it meant something, but now, it was like a chore that he felt the need to get done as soon as possible.

  Maybe the infamous Niklaus just wasn't made for love. Maybe he wasn't supposed to be anyone's boyfriend. Maybe all you'd ever get out of him, was this carefree fun night after night. Maybe you just had to accept the fact that out of the two of you, you were the only one with genuine feelings you were ready to show.

  "Well, bye then", you tried, and smiled as you stood on his doorstep once again, your back turned to him, but your eyes looking over your shoulder just to catch another glimpse of his beautiful face. He broke into a smile that he tried to hide, but you noticed it, even when he looked down to calm himself but his lips wouldn't come down. It only made you smile more, because it felt good to know that at least he didn't entirely hate you when he was sober.

  But it wasn't the same as last night, either. And as you walked away from him, you huffed, and started to strongly consider the option of getting Klaus drunk for the rest of his life so he'd never stop loving you.

  "I know I should leave, I know I should, should, should
But your love's too good, your love's too good, good, good."

  You sat in your house all alone, rubbing your temples while trying to read a book, but all you could think about was Klaus. The damn man had taken over your thoughts entirely, and you could see why your relationship with him was unhealthy and problematic, but you didn't know what to do about it. A part of you wanted to confront him, but you feared that he'd give up on you entirely. Although, you liked to live in the belief that if you just talked about it with him, he'd realize that he didn't want to lose you and you'd finally be happily together. Or perhaps not.

  These kind of thoughts held your attention, and you were unable to concentrate on the book resting on your lap so you shut it and put it away, figuring it didn't do much difference. It was quiet and peaceful all over the house in which you lived alone, but it felt like your thoughts were screaming at you and you struggled to find calmness in the situation, while chewing on your lower lip and gazing at the bottle of the other side of the room.

  Whilst you partly you wanted to grab it, and empty it of its contents, maybe give Klaus a taste of his own medicine, you mostly just thought about him. It was weird, how your relationship with him had gotten to a level where just a bottle of booze made you think of him, but it was quite potentially the only thing that brought the two of you together, so it was enough. Your thoughts lingered on the Original, and the more you thought about it, the more you understood that you needed to let him go. You needed to leave, turn your back on him, cut all ties to him and start a new chapter without him in it.

  But it wasn't that easy.

  You loved him too much, and whenever he decided to love you, it was so good. How were you supposed to just live without those late nights with him, on his bed? How were you supposed to move on? Perhaps, there wasn't a way to do so.

  Your thoughts were interrupted when your phone rang, and you immediately took it in your hand, only expecting one specific name to shine on the screen, and you weren't wrong to think it might be Klaus. After answering, you brought the phone to your ear, mumbling out a greeting, while Klaus began slurring the familiar things to you, from innocent compliments to detailed explanations, and all you could do, was smile.

  Yeah, you were stuck with him, for sure.