A drawing with Dipper and Ford bonding I wanted to draw for ford-safety-week, than for forduary… and now with your ask it works :D
Did you ever think about Ford doesn’t know “harry potter“?
Idek if you're taking requests but if you are can you write a Harry imagine where you guys get invited to a Christmas Eve party and Harry seems like he doesn't want to go but you don't know why and at the party he's being really clingy and quiet and eventually he asks you guys if you can leave and he looks almost like he's in pain and once you guys get home he breaks down and starts getting really sick and is upset because he's really sick to his stomach on Christmas. Thanks love!
Thank you for the request sweetie. I’m sorry for the extreme delay! I hope this mends it! Love ya
#11: I’ll Take Care Of You
The soft padding of his feet came to be heard in the kitchen as Y/N sauntered in there, clearing up some tit-bits of their lunch. The house was awfully quiet considering the fact that they had been asleep for a while before, and now as Y/N was awake, Harry was still getting over his jetlag.
Until his groan came loud into the kitchen and Y/N turned around in her place to see him walking in groggily, fingers rubbing his eyes and his lips pouted, pink and plump.
“Hiya baby.” Y/N smiled as Harry now approached her with open arms.
In reply to her he groaned some more and went in for a tight hug from her, snuggling his nose in the crook of her neck and winding his one leg around her hip in an attempt to find the desired warmth. Chuckling, Y/N wound her arms around his waist and pressed her lips to his hair sweetly.
“Why’d ya get out ‘o bed, huh?” His deeply husks, words muffled into her skin and tone extremely languid.
“C’mon, I wanna get back, c’mon.” He didn’t even let her leave her position, and snug his arms under her bum, pulling her off of her feet and carrying all the way upstairs to their bedroom.
Y/N shuffled the blankets away at their feet as Harry sat her on the bed. She raised her arms to him, inviting him closer to her, and Harry gratified, pushed himself down at her till they both lay on the bed, him atop her.
His lips found her neck, peppering kisses lazily, while her hand found his hair, scratching at the scalp and tugging on his roots that gave him a lighter feeling.
“What happened? Don’t feel good?” Y/N asks in a hush voice, tracing her lips on his outer face as he gradually paused his lips at her skin and just breathed her in in long breaths.
“It’s too cold. Just wanna stay here, with you.” He lifts his head to her, bringing his lips down and meeting hers in a slow, soft kiss.
Tugging at his shoulders, Y/N succeeded in bringing him under her and priced his tired face and slump mood with soft, longing kisses. Harry held her hair, tugging up in a ponytail as she slowly trailed down his face, on his neck and then on his bare chest, and the anticipation of all of this made his breathing raspier.
She had reached the hemline of his boxer briefs and Harry couldn’t wait to give out to her when suddenly, the phone on the bedside table rang.
Y/N lifted herself off of the bed, annoyed at the abruptness of this petty gadget and sat on the edge of the bed as she received the call.
Harry sat up behind her, running a hand through his hair as he eyed her back suggestively. His hips bucked up, slowly sliding him across the mattress to her until his groan touched her behind. His arms closed around her waist, slipping his hands under her top until they met in a knot at her navel. He kissed her shoulder, back and side of her neck before resting his head on her skin, rocking back and forth with her, completely ignorant of her chit chat.
“I can’t believe it just left my mind. God, we have time right? I mean it’s definitely not startin’ before 9 even though it says 7?” The thought of the pre-Christmas party at her friend’s home had completely left her mind; but she couldn’t really blame herself when Harry had arrived back home.
“Okay, I’ll make it. Just let’s arrive there together so I don’t be the only one late. Kay, see ya.” She put her phone back to its place, and slowed arched her neck to see Harry’s face at her side, chin propped up on her shoulder. Resisting somehow, she grants him a peck on his lips and even after he urges for more with lip biting, she refrains and gets off of the bed.
“We gotta get ready. There’s a party at Makayla’s place.” Y/N announces, looking at Harry now slouching back on the bed with the support on his arms.
“And we’re not going..?” He hints slowly, giving her a curious look.
Y/N sighs through her mouth. “We have to. It was planned like long back, Harry. I have to be there.”
“But now I’m home so we’re staying back here, baby, c’mere.” He lifts his arms to hold her but she flinches back.
“That’s what it is. You weren’t supposed to be back till next week and I got committed to certain outings and plans which I doubt I can cancel now.” Y/N whines, biting her lip in slight tanginess of her words.
Harry’s eyes grew wide. “So it’s coming down on me then, is it really now?” He grew serious, eyes sombre.
“You can stay home if you want, I’ll be back soon.” Shrugging her shoulders, Y/N turned to walk to the wardrobe when he held her wrist to tug her back.
“I’ll come with ya.”
The house is packed and merry with familiar faces, all laughing and chatting about in casualty. Y/N smiled at her friend walking to her, enclosing her in a tight hug with her one hand that was free of Harry’s hold. Pulling away from Y/N, Makayla turned to Harry who gave her a mere smile, and quick hug, almost equivalent to a shrug. All this while, not leaving Y/N’s hand for a moment.
“Come on, get your drinks, guys, we’ll start with some games after that.” Saying so, Makayla walked off in the party.
Y/N looked up from her hand intertwined with his to his serious, jaw tightened face. She cupped the side of his face with her other hand and brought him down, kissing his cheeks twice.
“I’m sorry about before, baby. Please let’s go through this thing together and all smiley?” She waited for him to respond while pressing her nose on his cheek repeatedly.
“Hmm.” He responded, looking down at her with a slight neutral expression.
“Now gimme a kiss and smile, sweetheart.” They kiss slowly - something a little more than a peck - and Harry pulls back, tucking his hands in the pocket of his jeans while leaving Y/N from the warmth. She frowned, nevertheless held his bicep and together, walked in the crowd.
A while later, Y/N found herself on her third glass of wine, a little light headed as she sat on the arm rest of the couch, laughing about imbecile topics. Harry joined the group at the couch, sliding down Y/N from the armrest to his lap abruptly, almost toppling the wine glass on her lap.
“Woah, easy there, honey.” She chuckled, looking back at Harry with glassy eyes.
“You too there, love.” He gestured to her glass, keeping a straight face. Y/N chuckled some more and aimed for a kiss on his lips but he turned and she found his scruff under her lips. She turned back to the group, not minding his actions at the moment.
One of the guys in the group, later, picked out his guitar and sang songs, changing the lyrics someway and making them sound chessy and sweet to the crowd. He serenaded every woman during this, looking in their eyes and smiling a handsome one.
he approaches Y/N, shifting a chord here and there on the guitar, beginning to play soft, amorous tune with lyrics that he dragged to a slurry tone. Y/N smiled, not really minding the deal with the man - he’s just being sweet. The guy slowly drew close to her face, urging her to sing along and Y/N chuckled, looking away shyly.
“Okay, that’s enough.” Harry’s voice came through and the music stopped, all eyes turning to the stoic man behind Y/N.
“Yes?” The man questioned.
Harry got up, making Y/N stay together with him. His hand came down against the man’s chest, flat, and it just seemed he was an inch away from shoving the man on to the group sat behind him.
“That was good, but thank you, enough of it, we’re leaving.” With this, he grabs Y/N’s hand and drags her out of the building, the wine glass in her hand falling to the ground and breaking on the way.
Y/N shuffles at the door, taking off her heels, Harry hot at her feet. She scurries away from the door in haste but Harry’s voice makes her stop.
“Y/N, baby, I’m n-”
“What was that?” She demanded, turning around.
Harry’s face grew struck with shock. “We were coming back, anyways, might as well did an hour or so before - what’s wrong with that?”
“You really are stubborn, aren’t you? When you had thought that you’re gonna be absolutely rude to my friends, act like absolutely out of this world person and be absolutely sulking away my mood along with yours, I guess you played really well then.” She flared her nose at him.
Harry’s shoulders dropped.” Baby, I wasn’t feeling well at all.”
“I told you to stay at home, didn’t I?” Y/N accused. “I think you purposely act around like this arrogant and stoic in front of my friends just to maintain this air and talk about Harry Styles, don’t you? Goodness, you’re so implausible at times.” She hurried away to their bedroom. Harry trailed behind her, quick in his steps and got inside the bedroom before she could have closed the door at his face.
Not sparing any look to him, Y/N quietly walked to the dresser to put away her earrings. It was until she heard sniffles that she turned around.
With his face in his hands and his figure turned small at the edge of the bed, Harry openly let his sobs be heard.
Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, biting her lip, and walked to him. Standing before him, she spoke,” Why are you crying?”
With his face burried in his hands still, Harry answered. “I’m not feeling good, Y/N. After being home sick for so long, all I wanted was to spend time with you when I’d come back and you drag me to this party where there’s guys tryna flirt with ya. It makes me so sick, but is that what you’ve been doing while I was away?”
Y/N dropped to her knees before him, clutching his wrists to bring his hands away from his face.
“No, I would never do that, I swear, baby. And I didn’t drag you to the party, you could’ve stayed home if you wanted.” She spoke in a less monotonous and more understanding, soft voice.
Harry looked up at her with his bloodshot eyes. “But I wanna be with you, why don’t you understand?” He burries his face back in his hands ,and Y/N’s fighting to have him look at her.
“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry, Harry. Please look at me, I love you, I’m so so sorry, baby.” She hugs him over him trying to hide his face, and she’s squishing his body in her grip before he finally wraps his arms around her.
“Please smile, it’s almost Christmas, baby. I’m so glad you’re home!” She squeals into his shoulder, kissing his ear and neck and everywhere that she can.
“Please come and hold me, I’m feeling so cold.” Harry murmurs against her hair.
“I’ll take care of you baby, I’ll love you so much. C’mon.” Y/N urges pushing him back on the bed. She wipes his cheeks as she kisses him under his eyes and moves her hands down to help him change up.
“I love you, Y/N and I’ve missed you and I love you so much.” Harry smiles at her.
She leans to his face, pecking a kiss on his lips and smiles back. “I’ve missed you too,bug. Love you so much.”
Incentive for @klarolinegivesback. For the lovely @themikaelsoncupcake who asked for “WW2 Bomber Pilot Klaus Mikaelson’s plane goes down in Germany during a bombing mission. The sole survivor and trying to evade the Nazis, he stumbles upon a farm and Caroline Forbes in the process.”
This one took me slightly longer than I’d hoped, but I finally managed to get it finished. Sorry for the delay, and I hope you like it!
Caroline wasn’t sure how long she’d be running. It felt like it had been years, but she knew it hadn’t. It had only been a few days at most, probably only a couple. All she knew was that her legs couldn’t hold her anymore, and she needed to stop.
She needed water too, she wasn’t sure how long she could keep going and not get dehydrated.
All she remembers is her father’s paniced voice, as he’d laid there, blood covering him, his wounds open.
“Go,” he had urged. “Go, Caroline. Now. You have to go. Quickly. Before they-”
He’d cut himself off, his words raspy, and his eyes had started rolling into the back of his head.
“No, no, no,” she’d cried, as she’d bent down to him, holding her father’s head in her lap. “No, I can’t. I can’t.” Her head had shaked venemously. “I can’t,” she repeated, “I can’t leave you.”
His smile had been sad, as his blue eyes had started to droop.
“Yes, you can,” he’d murmured, his voice barely there. “You have to. And you are so strong, you’re beautiful, and you’re too good. But you need to go.”
And he’d tugged himself away from her, his hands dropping to his sides, with the last of his strength.
“You’re gonna survive this,” was the last thing he’d told her, his lips barely moving. “You’re strong enough.”
And so she’d run, with the sounds of soldiers marching quickly disappearing behind her, as she’d dropped her father to the ground. What would her staying prove anyway? Other than costing Caroline her life.
Besides, she would keep her promise to her father.
She would survive.
And that’s when everything turns dark.
Now I know I have met an angel in person;
And she looks perfect;
I don’t deserve this
The next time she opens her eyes she’s at a place unfamiliar, and she has to blink a few times until she can see properly.
Where the hell was she?
She’s disorientated, and then she’s confused by the softness at her back, surprised by the fact that it isn’t the hard, concrete ground, because the last thing she remembers is running, escaping the grounds where her father was, and did she collapse?
She supposes that made sense, considering her lack of substance for the past few days.
But, then how did she get here?
She’s just about ready to jump up, at least get a good look around, if that meant she had been kidnapped, when there’s a low chuckle in her ears, and a pair of hands on her shoulders, that makes her startle, sitting up rather quickly, and immediately being struck by feeling dizzy.
“Easy, love,” the voice tells her.
She groans, her hands coming up to hold her head in response.
Maybe she hit her head?
A pair of hands soon replace hers, and in her state, she lets them, her own hands falling to her lap in response, as a small sigh escapes her lips. And there’s that chuckle again, followed by a thumb pressing into forehead deliciously, the ache easing.
An amused hum, and then, “Better?”
She’s sighing before she’s even comprehended what that voice means. It takes her a few minutes (she had just woken up, sue her!), but when she does, she lets out a loud screetch, her eyes opening immediately, only to find a pair of very familiar, blue eyes staring back at her. She may gape slightly as her eyes widen, her jaw dropping, because what-
“Klaus?” Her voice wavers slightly, turning hysteric almost, but he’s here.
He’s grinning at her, more relaxed than she’s seem him before.
“Hello, Caroline,” he even dimples. “Did you miss me?”
But her eyes are still wide, as she tries to come to the reality that he’s here.
“Klaus?” she repeats, and she really can’t control herself with how the tears start rolling down her face. “How? I thought you were- we thought you were all-”
He cuts her off before she has a chance to babble slightly.
“Yes, they are. They’re all gone.”
He gives her a minute to let that settle, and she settles back on her knees more firmly. They’d all thought everyone on the plane was dead, and they’d all mourned them, but it was still a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that it was definite she’d never see any of them again.
Kol. Stefan. Enzo. Even, Damon. Though, she’d not miss him too much.
“How? I mean, you’re-” She struggles for words, her mouth opening and closing a few times.
Klaus lets out a bitter laugh.
She nods once.
“It’s a bit of a long story,” he tells her slowly. “The plane went down during our last mission, and I barely managed to escape. I had some help to recover from the… injuries, I’d sustained. The plan was to return home.” The to you goes unspoken, but she hears it nontheless, and it almost makes her smile. “But the news reached us about how everything had gone off, and it wasn’t safe, in the state that I was.”
“Injuries?” she repeats, as she gives him a once over. “But you’re okay now?”
He does smile this time, “Yes, sweetheart. I’m fine. 100% healed.”
She looks suspicious but she lets it drop. She does have another question, however.
“How did you find me?”
He shakes his head slightly, almost tutting at her.
“I’d been separated from a few friends,” she raises her eyebrows at that, but he merely rolls his eyes at her, “that helped me, and I wasn’t sure where to go. I was trying to keep hid, whilst finding somewhere to recoop. And then I saw you, lifeless on the road.”
She falters slightly at that, “Klaus-”
He doesn’t let her, however, and his hands clench around hers as he moves forward. His eyes are more blue, and more intense than she’s seen them before, too.
“I’ve never been that scared,” he insists, almost in a whisper, as though it’s a secret between the two of them, and it kind of is. It always was. “I thought you were dead,” his voice breaks.
Not much has broken out yet. Their home is still relatively calm, compared to everywhere else. That is until the news hits her. Her mother is there, and so is her father, when she returns to her childhood home, and she knows it’s bad news even before either have opened their mouths to speak.
She stands there, still and tall, as her heart beats wildly in her chest.
It’s her father who speaks, as he clears his throat, and gestures behind her.
“Caroline, why don’t you take a seat? We need to talk to you,” his voice is a soft murmur, one that she associates with when he told her that her uncle hadn’t made it, those years ago.
Her forehead scrunches up slightly, as she studies him.
“I think I’ll stand,” she decides.
He hesitates but then he sighs, “Okay.”
It’s her mother who speaks next.
“We received a letter today, Caroline,” is what she tells her.
She presses her lips together.
“No,” is what Caroline’s response is.
Her mother’s eyes drop to the floor, as she takes a step towards her daughter, a hand resting on her shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Caroline,” she says softly. “Their plane went down. Some sort of mission that went horrificly wrong.” A hesitation and then, “There were no survivors.”
“No,” Caroline says again, her head shaking in denial, though she can feel her tears streaking down her face.
Her mother walks towards her, with something akin to pity in her eyes, but she merely backs away, sliding down the wall at her back, as she crumbles to the ground, with the tears streaming endlessly down her face.
“You’re lying,” Caroline insists, even as she hiccups with the sob caught in her throat. “He can’t be- he’s not dead,” she insists, her voice increasing in volume.
Her father looks the most concerned, but she ignores him, as she throws her head back, her cry’s echoing off the walls.
“I wish we were, sweetie,” is what he tells her, as he bobs to her height.
He pulls her into his lap, like he did when she was 5. She burries her face in her neck, as her mother stands to the side, her fingers curling around her daughter’s shoulder, trying to offer what comfort she can.
“I’m sorry,” her father whispers over and over again.
She’s not sure how much time has passed like that, but she eventually, the tears slow, her father’s hand smoothing down her back, and that’s when her mother decides to speak up.
“I know you cared for him, Caroline, but-”
Her head whips to the side, her eyes narrowing slightly, as she shakes her mother’s hand off.
“Care for him?” She repeats. “I love him. And he loves me. Always.”
She swears her mother rolls her eyes (they never were close, the two of them, the blonde much preferring her father’s gentle touch to her mother’s slightly cold one, and she knows her mother never much approved of Klaus, she knew that, and so did Klaus), before she speaks up.
“Yes, well. Maybe he did.”
The he’s gone now goes unspoken, but Caroline hears it, louder than ever, and she grits her teeth.
“And what? Now you think you can get your way?”
Her mother opens her mouth, but Caroline cuts her off, “That was rhetorical.”
She pulls herself out of her father’s eyes, the tears slowly coming back, as she tries to come to terms with what that means. A life without Klaus.
“Now,” Caroline tells her stifly, “If you’d excuse me I’ll go to my room to mourn my childhood friend and fiance.”
She can find it in her to hate her mother as much as she did that day, considering she’d died the day after, but there was still some resentment there.
Her eyes clear slightly, and her own voice breaks when she meets his gaze, “Then, you can imagine how I felt when I was told you were dead.”
His eyes soften, when he finds tears there.
“Be quiet,” she sniffles, and she moves even closer, her arms coming around his neck and holding on for dear life. “I just need you. I need you to hold me, I need your skin against mine.”
She feels his arms wrap around her, and his lips curve up against her neck.