why are you guys so obsessed with klaus and angst tbh this is like the millionth imagine that involves klaus and unhealthy relationships ((it's okay tho i love writing angst)) ++ omg my arms idek i kept writing so fast and flailing my arms over the keyboard and now they hurt damn i need a break

so, there's angst and violence and stuff, read carefully if you feel the need to ((: also i just want to say that if you're in a relationship like this, you shouldn't stay with him and you deserve so much better and all the happiness and love in the world,, but i made y/n stay with klaus in this imagine because i wanted to. deal with it.

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Imagine that you and Klaus have an unhealthy relationship that you just can't walk away from // Based on Love the Way You Lie by Eminem ft. Rihanna

  "Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's alright because I love the way you lie."

  Tears fell down on your cheeks, as you rested your back against the bathroom door, your trembling hands pushing through your hair while your eyes were blurry with more and more tears that continued to flood out in an endless loop. You could hear footsteps outside the bathroom, so you quickly glanced up to make sure the door was locked, and a sigh of relief rolled off of your wobbling bottom lip when you understood that no one could get inside.

  A loud knock on the door startled you, and you crawled backwards in the rather large bathroom, finding comfort against the cold wall on the opposite side of the room, as far from the door as only possible. You wrapped your arms around your legs, and licked your lips swiftly, tasting the salty tears on the tip of your tongue while your hand went to wipe your eyes. You tried to mentally prepare yourself for what was about to come, knowing very well that you couldn't hide in the room forever. Although, it was a tempting thought.

  "Love", a gruff voice spoke from the other side of the door, clearly displeased with your way to lock the door to stop him from coming in, but it was his own fault, at least mostly. "Please open the door", Klaus continued, sighing heavily, trying to sound compassionate and apologetic and you couldn't hold back a laughter. You could tell it was fake. Or if it wasn't, then at least the kindness wouldn't hold up for too long. This was how it always went - he was sorry after a big fight, and although you wanted to put an end to this madness, you couldn't.

  You never found the strength to say no. Perhaps you were scared. Perhaps you still loved him and clung onto the shreds of hope. Whatever the reason was, you eventually got up from the floor, and unlocked the door to face Klaus with your sad eyes, a heartbroken look painted on your face. Klaus tried to find some kind of emotion within himself, you could tell from the expression twisting his features, that he wanted to feel some kind of remorse, but he didn't. He was cold, evil and that was a fact, not an opinion.

  And, also the reason why he just stared at you cry in front of him. He didn't wrap his arms around you, close you in a soft embrace or apologize, only so you could say you owed an apology too, and then kiss him - like normal couples did. But you weren't normal, were you? If anything, you were a mess, a tragedy, the twisted reflection of a healthy relationship. You were far past the point where you even expected him to be all loving and fond towards you - he didn't do that anymore - but the thought made you smile weakly and faintly as you shyly looked up to his eyes.

  All your gaze met, was an ice cold stare, as if he was wishing for you to walk out of his life. But, maybe he was just as addicted as you, and unable to let you go. So, he tried his best, and stuttered out a rather insincere, "I love you", and all you could do, was nod and smile, liking to think he meant it.

  "I love you too", you sighed, and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly, whether he wanted it or not.

  "Who's that dude?
"I don't even know his name."
I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength."

  For the first time in weeks, you were laughing. Klaus couldn't bear the silence and the lingering anger all over your house, so he had suggested a night out, which more or less meant him marinading his liver in alcohol and you trying to have fun which would only lead into jealousy and another argument. It was heartbreaking, how you and him had to fight all the time, but it had become a habit, one that neither of you could shake.

  Klaus was drinking by the bar, while you were chatting with a random guy who had approached you, and it felt nice to know that someone still found you attractive and worth their while, when Klaus had a tendency to make you feel like the opposite. With Klaus, the saying "ball and chain" took a more serious form, and you didn't know if you'd ever get away from him, but luckily there were moments like this one, when you could just talk with someone else, smile, and laugh.

  But, all good had to come to an end, and this time was no exception. Klaus had wonderfully spent the whole night drinking, not paying the slightest attention to you, but as soon as he noticed you laughing with a man he had never seen before, a jealous, possessive feeling kicked in and he strided over to you, grabbing you from your arm and pulling you away with an angry look on his face. It intimidated you, yes, but you were used to this so you managed to look him in the eye bravely, standing up for yourself.

  "Who's that bastard?", Klaus practically growled, fuming as he glared at the man you had been chatting with, and you scoffed as you shook your head and crossed his arms. Usually you would have been weak and scared, apologizing and explaining this thoroughly, but you had quite enough, and for once, wanted to know what confidence looked like on you. But you should have known, that it would just end up taking the form of a particularly nasty bruise on your cheek.

  "I don't even know his name", you replied, resting your hand on your hip, but as soon as you had shown even the slightest bit of sass, Klaus lifted his hand, and lost all control he had over himself, swiftly bringing the back of his hand across your face. You gasped as you stumbled backwards, almost losing balance, but someone managed to catch you when they saw what was going on, and as you lifted your gaze from the floor to Klaus, disappointment and heartbreak was written on your features. And Klaus could see that, and as soon as he realized what he had done, his expression softened but he had done enough, and too much.

  You held your cheek, and when the stranger lifting your body asked if you needed any help, you shook your head. "No, I'm leaving", you stated bluntly, and stormed out of the Grill, wanting to go as far away from Klaus as only possible, but first, you knew you had to stop by the house.

  But, this time, you tried to stomp your feet down and not move in the storm that would eventually come over you. You tried to grow yourself strong enough, so the brutal wind that also went by the name of Niklaus Mikaelson, wouldn't push you down and subdue you. Not this time.

  "Your temper's just as bad as mine is
You're the same as me
When it comes to love you're just as blinded."

  Your hands squeezed the wheel harshly, your knuckles turning white while you chewed on your lower lip and cried. You could barely see where you were driving, but you knew the way to the house you shared with Klaus almost too well, so it was easy for you to head in the right direction. The radio was softly playing on the background, playing some sad songs that didn't really boost your mood, but you were barely paying attention anyway.

  All you could think of was, how on earth did you and Klaus become this? The relationship you had, was so lovely and wonderful at the beginning, it was like a dream come true. It was true, though, that you shared his temper, that you were both timebombs destined to go off eventually, and maybe that happened to Klaus now. Was it your undeniable anger and frustration that led into him smacking your cheek? Was it the rough, tough love that obviously got out of hand, that led into you driving to the house one last time to pack your stuff and leave?

  You parked the car when you arrived the yard, and sighed heavily while resting against the seat, failing to find the strength you needed to take the next step. It was easy to say that you were leaving, act all tough, but as it turned out, it was much more difficult to make all those threats true. You didn't want to leave Klaus, because you loved him, but obviously your relationship had taken a turn to the worst, and that was why you had to leave him. It was the only right thing to do.

  So why was it so hard to step out of the car and go indoors, pack your suitcase and leave Mystic Falls and the bad memories behind?

  Perhaps it was because it wasn't all bad. You and Klaus did once have something beautiful, and it was a shame that the rose ended up so full of thorns. The innocent love and the light you once shared, was swallowed by darkness and all that remained was heartache and anger you took out on each other. And god, it was so unfair. You were in love with Klaus, at least used to be, and you knew he felt the same way, but your temper, or this town, or the constant stress, ruined the both of you entirely.

  "I don't want to go", you sighed, and turned to look at the house, giving it a sad look as you opened the door to step out of the car, "but I have to."

  "Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk
Told you this is my fault."

  Klaus came home to you standing on the sidewalk, your bags around your feet and your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt nervously. You had called a cab, and it was supposed to arrive any time now, and you certainly prayed for the driver to drive a tad faster so you wouldn't have to go through the break-up with Klaus. You just wanted to turn your back on it all, not have the conversation that would finally break the two of you in bits and pieces, but he came home just before you could leave and obviously, walked over to you.

  "Y/N, please, let me--", Klaus began, but you shook your head and cut him off with a wave of your hand.

  "Don't, please. I can't hear it. I'm leaving, so just let me go", you whispered, and looked down, not able to look him in the eyes. Klaus swallowed thickly, about to cry, especially when he saw the slowly forming bruise on your face. He didn't want to hurt you, but he really didn't find another way, either. He wasn't made for relationships and being in love - he didn't know how to do it. He fell in too deep, but when he slapped you, he snapped back to reality and woke up from a haze that had been circling him for months now, and he was sorry, and wanted you back on his arms.

  "No, Y/N, I have to say this. I'm sorry. I did love you, and I still do, but I just-- I don't know how to. Please, pick up your bags and we'll go inside and talk everything through. This is all my fault and I know it, so let me at least try to make it up to you. I'm truly sorry, Y/N", Klaus explained, giving you a sincerely apologetic look, wanting to see you smile again, be happy with you again. He hated what he had become, what your relationship had become, and he was determined to flip things around.

  And you wanted it too. You hated how you couldn't turn your back on him, but it really wasn't that easy. You loved Klaus, and you wanted to go back to how things used to be, so blindly, you agreed to go inside, thinking that it would all be better eventually.

  But it wouldn't.

  "Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's alright because I love the way you lie."

  You and Klaus tried to talk about everything openly, twist the knife in open wounds, knowing the pain had to be dealt with. You couldn't just pretend like nothing ever happened, so you talked things through, hoping it would help a bit, and maybe it did.

  By the end of the night, you were on his arms, your lips attached to each other, your hands roaming each other's bodies and it felt so good after so long. You drowned yourself in affection and love, and just for a while, things were good, almost perfect. No fights, no disagreements, no sadness, nothing at all. Just happiness, smiling and lots of kisses.

  But it was temporary. A person couldn't just change entirely, not in such short time at least, and especially when it was Klaus Mikaelson. It was in his nature to be wicked, and although he claimed to be a better person, it all came crashing down at some point. You believed that the dark times were over, and you had faith in your relationship, but it was worthless. You and him were doomed. It would only end terribly.

  You didn't know it yet, though. So you lived in your happy bubble for a while, and everyone let you do so. You deserved to smile a bit - though eventually, the same pattern and the same routine, would fall into place again and there was nothing you could do about it.